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Romance story with 112 wives in the Transcendentem Continuum

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Driven by his unique dream, Woody Walker embarked on a remarkable journey to fulfill his desire for a family unlike any other—a family of 100 wives or more. His quest for a one-of-a-kind union led him through the diverse tapestry of relationships, each thread woven with the essence of love and companionship. As Woody delved deeper into the pursuit of his dream, he discovered that his journey wasn't merely about accumulating wives but creating a harmonious and extraordinary family. His interactions with each potential partner were grounded in respect, understanding, and the recognition of the individuality they brought to the tapestry of his life. Woody's approach to relationships went beyond societal norms, challenging conventions and fostering a sense of unity among his diverse companions. Each wife brought a unique perspective, skills, and qualities that complemented the others, creating a vibrant mosaic of personalities within the family he envisioned. Throughout his journey, Woody faced societal judgments and misconceptions, but he remained resolute in his pursuit of a love-filled and unconventional family. His commitment to understanding and cherishing each wife as an individual, rather than merely a number, became the cornerstone of his extraordinary dream. As Woody continued to build his family, the bonds he forged transcended the traditional boundaries of marriage. Love, communication, and mutual respect became the pillars that sustained the unique dynamics of his relationships. Together, they navigated the complexities of a life where unity and diversity coexisted in harmony. Woody's story became a testament to the power of love's transformative nature, showcasing that unconventional dreams could blossom into extraordinary realities. As he embraced the challenges and joys of his chosen path, Woody Walker proved that the pursuit of a unique dream could lead to a family bound by an unbreakable thread of love, understanding, and a shared commitment to creating a life that defied expectations.

Chapter 1 Love in the Medieval Times

"Packed up the stuff already. It's time to leave," He said while he was going through his bag of tools, looking for the last things. "I packed all the papers and stuff in there. I'll take them with me."  

"You're leaving?" She asked him surprised. "Are you going to go to the capital city?"  

He nodded. "Yeah, It's time for me to start a family. We have been waiting long enough."  

She smiled at that remark. "Woody, You said you would have 112 wives, wasn't that too many?"  

"No, it was perfect. The way I see it, it is not a matter of how many wives we will have but rather when." Woody shook his head.   

"Don't be silly, You can't have 112 babies. That sounds more like a curse than an oath," She laughed.  

"Ria, My mom, I can do anything. There are no limits to what I can achieve if I put my mind to it," He replied seriously.   

"Although we are not mother and son. I believe you can do it." Ria looked at him with eyes full of hope. Then she kissed him on the cheek. "Just promise me one thing: Once you get your first child, don't let anyone know about it until you tell me. Promise me this, Woody!"  

Woody smiled as he remembered his mom. "Yes, Mom, I promise. Now, time to get going."  

After Woody had left, Ria went inside her house and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the floor next to the hearth. After a few minutes, she decided to talk to God.  

"God, I am scared. I want to help Woody, but I am afraid. If something happens to him, I won't be able to deal with it. What should I do? Please show me the way. Give me strength and courage." Ria prayed earnestly.  


Medieval time, the Kingdom of Teru Lantis, the capital city.  

The weather was fine, and the streets were filled with people rushing towards their homes. They brought baskets that they would carry home for dinner or food supplies. The castle was visible from almost any point in the city; it rose majestically over the surrounding hills. However, today the residents didn't seem to notice.  

They would spend some quality time with their families before they go to bed.  

Woody's journey to the capital city was filled with both excitement and trepidation. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he set forth on the path that would lead him to his audacious goal of amassing a family of 112 wives. The road was long and winding, passing through picturesque villages, dense forests, and sprawling meadows. Along the way, he encountered curious glances and raised eyebrows, a testament to the unconventional nature of his endeavor.  

As he reached the outskirts of the capital city, the towering walls and bustling streets signaled the magnitude of the journey ahead. The city buzzed with life, its vibrant markets and grand architecture a stark contrast to the tranquil countryside he had left behind. Woody's steps quickened, fueled by a resolute determination that seemed to part the crowd around him.  

In the heart of the city, he found himself amidst a whirlwind of cultures, languages, and ambitions. The capital was a melting pot of dreams and desires, and Woody was resolved to find his place within its intricate tapestry. Armed with his tools, his convictions, and the belief that unity could be found in diversity, he embarked on a mission to seek out potential wives from all corners of the realm.  

"Hi, do you need food or need a place to stay?" The girl asked him politely.  

Woody was surprised by her kindness. "Oh, how much do you charge?"  

"Very cheap, my hotel is not crowded. Please come and support us. We serve free breakfast and lunch, and we give discounts for every additional night that you stay with us."  

"That sounds great! I'll check it out right away." Woody replied enthusiastically.  

When he entered the building, he saw a small sign that read 'The New Inn'.  

"Welcome to the new Inn of the Lanterns, my name is Abigail. How may I assist you?" She greeted him cheerfully.  

"Hello, my name is Woody Walker, I'm here to begin to build family life. I just arrived in town, and I would like to book a room for tonight."  

Abigail smiled. "Great, I have a beautiful room reserved for you." She gave him directions to his room. "Please follow me, there are some things you might need to know."  

Woody followed her and thanked her.  

As Woody settled into his room at the New Inn of the Lanterns, a sense of anticipation coursed through him. The room was cozy, with a view of the bustling city streets below. He unpacked his bag, laying out his tools and the documents he had brought with him, each one a testament to his ambitious plan. He gazed out the window, the vibrant tapestry of the city unraveling before his eyes.  

At that very moment, a procession of soldiers and knights passed in front of the inn, their armor glinting in the sunlight as they marched toward the castle. Woody watched in awe as the ranks of armored figures paraded past, a display of strength and honor that captured the essence of the medieval era.  

Amidst the procession, his eyes were drawn to a particular figure: a female knight, resplendent in her golden armor that glittered like sunlight on water. She was a vision of both power and grace, her blonde hair flowing beneath her helm as she rode confidently on her horse. The deep red hue of her armor contrasted beautifully with her fair features, creating an image that was both commanding and elegant.  

The sight of this female knight triggered something within Woody, a surge of determination that resonated deep within his heart. The image of her armor, simple yet striking, reminded him of the purpose of his journey. He yearned to find a partner who would stand by his side, not only as a wife but as a fellow warrior in the battles of life.  

Eager to learn more, Woody rushed downstairs and joined the growing crowd that had gathered to witness the procession. He engaged in conversations with those around him, inquiring about the female knight who had captured his attention. With genuine curiosity, he shared his aspiration to find a wife and hoped to discover more about the woman in the golden armor.  

"that's Sylvia van Jan Sasbrink," a passerby informed him. "She's a famous female knight of Queen Mia-Selina of Teru Lantis."  

Woody's heart quickened with the revelation. The name Sylvia held an air of legend, and the fact that she was a renowned knight added an extra layer of intrigue. His goal to gather a diverse and exceptional group of wives suddenly felt more inspired than ever before. He imagined the strength, wisdom, and passion that a woman like Sylvia might bring to his growing family.  

With a renewed sense of purpose, Woody stood amidst the crowd, watching the procession with a newfound determination. The scene before him symbolized not only the might of the kingdom's knights but also the strength of character and unwavering resolve that he sought in his journey. And as the last echoes of the procession faded away, Woody knew that his path was set, guided by the echoes of a woman in golden armor who embodied the spirit of the realm he now called home.  


As the days went by, Woody walked near the royal palace, greeting people along the way. As expected, many of them were curious to know why a single male traveler would choose to embark upon such a journey without any companionship. But the idea of finding a wife intrigued him, and he wasn't about to let his solitude deter him from his goals.  

After several days of walking, Woody finally reached the gates of the castle, where the guards welcomed him warmly.  

"Greetings, travelers!" One of the guards exclaimed. "Welcome to the castle of the Kingdom of Teru Lantis."  

"Ah... ok Thank you," Woody replied politely.  

he doesn't know where he wants to go. I think he just wants to look for a wife but he still walked through the whole castle trying to get in.  

As he walked finally he found someone he wanted to see. Sylvia van Jan Sasbrink.  

"Sylvia..." He said her name.  

"What can I do for you?" She asked.  

"Oh, um, I would like to meet Your Majesty Queen Mia-Selina," Woody answered.  

"Yes, of course! But first I must ask you to leave your weapons at the entrance. I'd hate to have a sword, or a bow taken away if it's not properly secured."  

Woody smiled but He realized something. "I don't want to meet Queen Mia-Selina but I want to meet you."  

"Me? Why?" Sylvia asked.  

"Because... I'm looking for a wife right now. I have a dream of having 112 wives and one of them is her. please marry me."  

Sylvia laughed. "You're joking, right?"  

Woody shook his head.  

"No, I'm not joking. I've been walking for a long time and I need a wife. Please give me your hand so we can be married forever." He said.  

"But... but... I don't want to get married!" Sylvia retorted.  

"Why? You are beautiful and kind. We will have many children, and we live together forever. It's a great life! A happy life!" He argued.  

"I can't. I just can't." Sylvia protested.  

"Please give me a chance. Let me try." He begged.  

Sylvia sighed deeply. "Fine, Let's fight if you win. I agreed to marry you and agree you find 112 wives."  

Woody nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you."  

They both left their weapons behind and entered the training ground next to the castle. They faced each other with swords and started fighting.  

"Can you hear us Sylvia will fight that man, win she will marry him" the woman inside the castle said.  

"That's interesting, let's see what happens," the man thought.  

everyone goes to the training ground and watches the battle between Woody and Sylvia.  

"What's happened? Why everyone is very excited?" Queen Mia-Selina asks her daughter.  

Princess Crystina told. "The man wants to marry Sylvia, if he wins, she will marry him"  

Queen Mia-Selina frowned. "Is this true?"  

Her daughter nodded.  

"So? What should I do?" Mia-Selina asks.  

"I think that the only thing to do is to accept the challenge," Crystina says.  

Mia-Selina nods. "Yes, you are right. Come on, let's begin"  

Everyone gathered around and watched the fight between Woody and Sylvia.  

Woody and Sylvia are facing each other, and they both start fighting.  

The clash of steel echoed through the training ground as Woody and Sylvia engaged in a fierce battle of swords. Their movements were precise and calculated, each strike and parry a testament to their skills and determination. The onlookers, including the curious residents and the royal family, watched with bated breath, captivated by the unfolding spectacle.  

Woody's heart raced as he confronted Sylvia, his eyes locked onto hers. With every swing of their swords, he saw more than just an opponent—he saw a woman of strength and integrity, someone who wasn't afraid to stand up for her beliefs. He admired her unwavering resolve, and his determination to win her heart only grew stronger.  

Sylvia's movements were fluid and confident, her years of training evident in every gesture. As they exchanged blows, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity about Woody's audacious proposal. His determination was undeniable, and while she had initially dismissed him, his sincerity had piqued her interest.  

"I am going to kill you!" She shouted.  

Woody smirked. "Well, I hope you succeed. But I believe you'll lose."  

Sylvia glared at him, her expression turning grim.  

The duel continued, each clash of steel and dodge of a strike fueling the energy of the contest. The crowd watched as Woody and Sylvia's swords created a dance of determination and ambition. The sound of their breathing and the echo of steel on steel filled the air, making it clear that this was no ordinary battle—it was a testament to the lengths people would go to pursue their dreams.  

As their battle intensified, Queen Mia-Selina and Princess Crystina observed with a mix of fascination and trepidation. Mia-Selina's frown had transformed into a contemplative expression as she realized the significance of this challenge. She understood that this encounter embodied not only Woody's determination but also the underlying theme of unity and ambition that he symbolized.  

"May the best man win," Mia-Selina whispered to herself.  

The duel continued, neither fighter giving way, and the audience watched in awe as the match unfolded.  

Princess Crystina's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the duel unfold. The young princess saw this as more than just a fight for marriage; it was a clash of ideals and dreams, a collision of tradition and unconventional aspiration.  

"I love this!" she exclaimed. "This is exactly why I wanted to come here. This is what I want to do when I grow up," she said, looking at Mia-Selina.  

Mia-Selina smiled warmly. "If you're anything like your mother, then I look forward to seeing how far you go."  

Crystina blushed, enjoying the praise from her queen.  

But the match didn't end there.  

Sylvia felt the impact of several strikes against her sword, and her body ached from the struggle. Her limbs felt heavy, and her concentration wavered.  

"You Skill like a warrior why are you told you are Traveler?" Sylvia asks.  

"No, I'm not a warrior," Woody replied. "I'm a Traveler. And I don't have any special skills either."  

"You tell a lie."  

"I...uh...don't know what you mean," he stammered. "I've never fought before."  

"He is telling a lie. I can sense it," Sylvia said.  

Woody looks at Sylvia. He finds Sylvia's weak point and attacks her. "You can be defeated; I can make you surrender" Woody's voice sounded confident.  

Sylvia tried to block the strikes but failed.  

Woody swung his sword and hit Sylvia's shoulder, causing her to fall.  

Sylvia can't believe she lost. she sits on the ground and looks at Woody.  

Sylvia's gaze softened, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Woody's determination, his unwavering pursuit, had impressed her in a way she hadn't expected. She realized that his dreams were rooted in a belief that transcended societal norms, and that alone had given her pause.  

Woody looked at Sylvia, a mix of exhaustion and hope in his eyes. The crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the outcome of the duel that had become a symbol of his journey.  

Sylvia's voice broke the silence. "You fought well, Woody. You've proven your determination."  

Woody's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and excitement. "Thank you, Sylvia."  

She extended her hand, a gesture of respect and acceptance. "If you can find 112 women who are willing to share in your dream, then I will stand by your side as well."  

The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and whispers. Mia-Selina and Princess Crystina exchanged glances, acknowledging the significance of this moment.  

Woody reached out and shook Sylvia's hand, a mixture of gratitude and determination in his gaze. "Thank you for giving me a chance."  

As the sun began to set over the castle, casting a warm glow over the training ground, Woody and Sylvia's future seemed to be set on a new path—one that defied conventions, embraced unity, and celebrated the extraordinary power of dreams and love. The journey to find 112 wives had begun with a single step and an audacious goal, but it was now a journey shared by two souls who had found a connection that transcended all expectations.  

“Sylvia, please marry me,” Woody earnestly repeated.  

Sylvia regarded him, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Why do you need 112 wives?" she asked, genuinely perplexed by his audacious proposal.  

Woody's smile held a mixture of conviction and passion. "Well, I believe that with the right partners, we can accomplish great things. Imagine having 112 women with diverse skills, knowledge, and experiences by my side. Together, we can forge a new world that is truly magnificent—a world where unity and collaboration overcome all challenges."  

Sylvia's brow furrowed as she processed his words. She remained skeptical of the feasibility of such an endeavor. "But how can you possibly manage a family of 100 wives? That seems like an impossible task," she challenged, her practical nature prevailing.  

Woody's eyes sparkled with determination. "I understand that it's an unconventional aspiration, but I'm dedicated to ensuring that each wife has her voice, her role, and her purpose. I envision a family where mutual respect, open communication, and a shared vision guide us forward. It won't be easy, but with dedication and a belief in the potential of such a partnership, I'm confident that we can overcome any obstacle."  

Sylvia's skepticism wavered slightly as Woody's unwavering resolve began to make an impression. She had encountered many challenges on her journey as a female knight, challenges that had tested her limits and shaped her into the woman she is today. And while she had always forged her path, Woody's unconventional dream intrigued her in a way she couldn't ignore.  

"But why me?" Sylvia inquired, her voice softening as she looked into his eyes. "Why do you want me to be one of your wives?"  

Woody met her gaze; his sincerity was evident in his response. "Because you embody the qualities I admire—strength, wisdom, and the courage to challenge the status quo. You're not just a knight; you're a symbol of empowerment and unity. I believe that together, we can set an example for others, showing that love, ambition, and partnership can create something truly extraordinary."  

Sylvia considered his words, her skepticism giving way to a newfound curiosity. Woody's determination was contagious, and his vision of unity through diversity was compelling.  

Before she could respond, the crowd around them erupted in cheers as they witnessed the culmination of the duel. The sound of victory echoed through the air, a fitting backdrop for the pivotal moment that stood before Sylvia.  

With a quiet smile, she extended her hand toward Woody. "You're not like anyone I've ever met, Woody. Your dream may be audacious, but your sincerity and passion are undeniable. If you can find those women who believe in your vision and are willing to stand by your side, then I'll stand there too."  

Woody's heart swelled with gratitude as he clasped Sylvia's hand in his own. "Thank you, Sylvia. I promise to honor your trust and dedication. Together, we'll embark on this extraordinary journey."  

As their hands remained clasped, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the training ground. The applause of the crowd blended with the soft breeze, a testament to the unity of purpose that had brought them to this moment. In the realm of Teru Lantis, where dreams and destiny converged, Woody and Sylvia had taken their first step toward a future that defied conventions and embraced the boundless possibilities of love and ambition.  


The morning light painted the room with a soft glow as Woody woke up early, his excitement evident. He skillfully prepared breakfast for both of them, a gesture of care that spoke volumes about his commitment. As they shared the meal, he revealed that he had arranged for their marriage ceremony to take place later that day, with the presence of the Queen and Princess of Teru Lantis.  

"Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and eagerness.  

Sylvia met his gaze and nodded with a serene smile. "Yes, I'm ready."  

After dressing in their finest attire, they made their way to the bustling city square. The atmosphere was charged with excitement; a sea of faces, young and old, had gathered to witness the union of the bride and groom. Woody's hand found hers, and they walked down the aisle together, a united front ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.  

As they stood beside the altar, the priestess began to speak, her words carrying the weight of tradition and ceremony. The crowd hushed, their attention fixed on the couple before them.  

"We welcome you here today, Woody and Sylvia. May you always walk hand in hand, and may the blessings of the gods be upon you."  

The priestess turned to Woody, her voice resonating with authority. "Do you take this woman to be your wife, forsaking all others, until death or dishonor forces you to part?"  

"I do!" Woody's voice rang out with unwavering conviction.  

"And do you take this woman to be your life partner, supporting each other in times of hardship, rejoicing together in times of happiness, and sharing all joys and sorrows, until death or dishonor forces you to part?"  

"I do!" Sylvia's response was equally resolute, her gaze locked onto Woody's.  

In that profound moment, they stood together, holding hands, a testament to their commitment and the journey they were embarking upon. The priestess concluded, "Then, by the power vested in me by the gods themselves, I hereby declare you husband and wife."  

Back at the palace, as the celebratory atmosphere enveloped them, Queen Mia-Selina and Princess Crystina shared a moment of reflection. Mia-Selina mused, "I can't believe my knight Sylvia will be married."  

Crystina nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she is very beautiful."  

The festivities continued with cheers and laughter as everyone indulged in the joyous occasion. Amid the revelry, Sylvia found herself contemplating the path she had chosen. "Woody is not a bad person. I should give him a chance," she thought, her heart warming to the possibilities ahead.  

As the day drew to a close, Woody and Sylvia found themselves in an intimate moment. "Sylvia, I am glad that you decided to marry me," Woody's voice was filled with sincerity as he leaned in to kiss her.  

"Thanks for marrying me, Woody," Sylvia replied, her lips meeting his in a kiss that sealed their union and marked the beginning of their extraordinary journey together.  

The first night Sylvia sleeps with Woody who is her husband in her castle.    

she was still skeptical about why Woody married her. but her heart was racing. her body was so excited and nervous dreaming of her wedding day.    

Woody is her husband and now the marriage contract is complete.    

Sylvia sat on the bed with rose petals scattered across the top.  

Woody joined her and took her hand.  

"Sylvia, will you be my wife forever?" He asked.  

She giggled. "Yes, Woody. I will be your wife forever."  

He hugged her waist. "You're beautiful, Sylvia."  

Her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Woody."  

They kissed passionately.  

After a long kiss, Woody whispered in her ear. "I love you, Sylvia. I want to be with you every day until the end of time."  

"I love you too, Woody."  

They continue to kiss and they tongue wrestle.  

Sylvia found herself wishing for more than kisses.  

Woody gently unbuttoned her blouse. His hand caressed her breast. Sylvia moaned.  

"Are you ready for me?"  

Sylvia nodded. "Please, Woody."  

He kisses her breasts and sucks on her nipple.  

Woody slips off her skirt and pulls down her pantyhose.  

Sylvia shivers at the feeling of him touching her naked skin and he licks her sl*t.  

"That's dirty," Sylvia said. "but It feels good though."  

Woody pushed his tongue inside her hole. Sylvia gasped.  

"Oh, yes! That's it!" she exclaimed. "Make me c*m."  

Sylvia grunts and grinds her p*ssy against his mouth.  

Woody slurps up her juices and licks her *ss.  

"More," Sylvia begged. "I need more."  

Woody s*ck*d her cl*t again as Sylvia screamed out loud as she came.  

Woody pulled away from her.  

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked.  

"Yes, I did."  

He smiled. "Good. Now let me show you how much I enjoyed making you c*m."  

Woody removed his clothes and climbed on top of her.  

Sylvia stared at his c*ck and gasp. "Oh, my!" Her eyes widened. "It's huge!"  

"Do you like it?" He asked.  

"Yes, I love it!"  

Woody pushed his d*ck into her p*ssy and Sylvia screams.  

"Ooh...that's big!" She cried out.  

Woody started thrusting his hips and Sylvia yelped.  

"It hurts!"  

He stopped moving. "Is that what you wanted? You want me to stop?"  

Sylvia shook her head. "No. No. I like it. It just hurts a little."  

"Then keep going."  

Sylvia moans as he continues pushing his d*ck inside her.  

Woody continued f*ck*ng her and Sylvia was moaning louder.  

Woody grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to his. "Look at me while I f*ck you, Sylvia."  

Sylvia opens her eyes wide and sees Woody's face.  

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.  

Sylvia shakes her head. "No. Please, keep going."  

Woody resumed pounding her p*ssy. Sylvia's hands were grabbing his back.  

"Oh, God! Yes!" Sylvia shouted.  

Woody kept pulling her hair and pounding her hard.  

Sylvia could feel her orgasm building. "Yes! I'm almost there!"  

Woody keeps f*ck*ng her hard and she starts shaking.  

"Harder! Faster!"  

Woody grabs her hips harder and starts slamming his c*ck inside her tight p*ssy.  

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Sylvia screamed out loud as she came.  

Woody kept f*ck*ng her and she felt her legs quivering.  

"Woody! Oh, yes!"  

Woody thrust his hips faster and tighter.  

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sylvia moaned louder.  

Woody growls as he cums inside her.  

"I'm going to come again!" Sylvia cried out.  

Woody thrusts his c*ck one last time and groans loudly.  

Sylvia felt the warmth of his c*m shooting inside her.  

Woody collapsed on the bed beside her. They lay there holding each other.  

"I've never had s*x before," Sylvia admitted. " You already take my virginity."  

Woody chuckled. "Well, it's not over yet. We can do this all night."  

Sylvia smiled. "I would like that."  

They kissed and snuggled together in the bed. It has been three weeks since the wedding. Woody and Sylvia are still in the honeymoon phase. 

Chapter 2 Karen Margery Newdegate the 2nd wife

Settling into their new life together, Woody and Sylvia made their home in Sylvia's expansive castle. The grandeur of the castle was a reflection of Sylvia's lineage, a connection to her past as a princess. The castle boasted 20 bedrooms, 3 ballrooms, a stately dining room, multiple lounges, a sprawling library, and a well-equipped kitchen that catered to their every need. Ten devoted servants attended to the castle's upkeep and their needs. 

As the days passed, Sylvia continued to train diligently with Woody in the battle training ground. Their clashing swords echoed with determination, the rhythm of their practice a testament to their shared commitment to growth and protection. Amidst their sparring, Sylvia exclaimed, "More! Not enough!" Her drive was evident as she pushed herself to become even stronger. 

Observing her progress, Woody couldn't help but admire her dedication. "You are getting stronger, Sylvia. Your swordsmanship is tr


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