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 TITLE: Alixidor's Daughters
PART: 2 - Alixidor in Hell
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st anal piv impreg cons size inc ScFi fant nonhuman
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Alixidor is conscripted to fight in a war against demons in a
far away galaxy.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy
setting of my own devising.

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   The great mass of blue and indigo energy writhed sensuously in space,
whirlpools and eddies of warped continua swirling about in a slow dance
over aeons.  From a great distance, it was beautiful, surrounded by a
background of stars and wreathed by distant nebulae.  Up close, it was even
more breathtaking, but also surrounded by manmade constructs.  Ships and
space-capable creatures (such as dragons) flitted about, and space stations
ranging from sizes astronomical to merely mountainous hung around it like
islands in the void.

   This was one of the Nexus Empire's great hypertesseracts, a warp nexus
capable of instantaneously transporting just about anything to and from
just about anywhere.  Located near the fingertip of a spiral arm -
belonging to the eighth galaxy of the empire - it bustled with trade,
commerce, and travel.  It was also a fortress, bristling with firepower and
guardians of all sorts; people could come and go as they pleased, but all
were catalogued and all were watched.

   Unseen to the visible spectrum of light, a tesser relay from a
neighboring galaxy hurled a passenger to the hypertesseract from the
backwater planet Iarkov III.  Alixidor blinked.  The customs official at
Skytown Transport Terminal had glanced over his datawork, and before the 19
year old man knew it, he was elsewhere.

   Teleportation was always a slightly disjointing experience to those not
regularly accustomed to it; although there was no sensation caused by the
act itself, the sudden shift in sensory input was often quite jarring. 
Thus Alixidor blinked several more times before a mellifluous cybernetic
voice said, "Welcome to Hypergate Terminal 163-a7b.  Please move along."
Jolted into action, the teenager stepped off the disc onto which he had
been teleported onto the deck of the space station.  The roof was a clear
dome open to the space of the hypertesseract and its environs.  He gaped at
all the sights and sounds.  People bustled and pushed past him.  It was so
busy and noisy!  Even more so than a Skytown back home.

   This wasn't the first time he'd been offplanet, but it was not a
familiar experience for him, and he'd never been here before.  But the
imperial summons had been clear.  Three days ago, a holographic message had
arrived at his synthsource plotfarm on the surface of Iarkov III - he had
been drafted!  He had only three days to prepare anything he needed to
before reporting for duty.

   Alorie - his bred-true dragon daughter - had been dead-set against his
going without her.  But he'd pointed out that she'd be rather conspicuous,
and besides, should she really be taking their unborn babes into a warzone?
Alorie had finally relented, her nesting instinct - for she was plumply
pregnant with her own daddy's babies - winning out over her need to protect
her father-mate.

   She hadn't let him leave without pinning him to the bed and ravishing
him several times a day, for hours at a time.  Though she was no longer in
heat, she still lusted mightily for her father's huge cock, and the loads
of jizz he gushed inside her soaking wet young dragon-cunt.

   In his spare moments before he left, Alixidor had conferred with an
official from his local Skytown - a woman who had fucked him many times,
and whom he had now fucked again upon her insistence on this occasion - on
making sure his daughter was provided for, should anything happen to him -
and in addition had milked his cock several times with a repped semen
collector, so that several months' worth of his potent cum could be
available to inseminate his cowgirls while he was gone.

   But he had left on time, and the Skytown transporter had zapped him up
to the terminal, where the customs agent had examined his summons and
ushered him on, to here, one of the several dozen great hypertesseracts of
the nine imperial galaxies.  Standing at the railing, looking over the
great mass of people moving across the walkways, he was absorbed by the
clamor of it all for several long moments, his eyes catching something new
every few seconds.  So many varieties of people, too!  Most were species
he'd never seen before, but there were plenty he knew as well.

   He consulted his datacard, which had been delivered to him with the
summons upon it.  Instructions now displayed on its surface, directing him
to a shuttleport on the station.  Following the map, he soon arrived at a
phasefield door dividing the public mezzanines from the particular
shuttleport to which he'd been directed.  He'd never been through a
phasefield door, so he gritted his teeth as he stepped through; he only
experienced a not-unpleasant tingling sensation however, and then it was
gone.

   Phasefield doors were a routine security feature, designed only to let
certain people through.  Public shuttleports didn't have them of course,
but this was a shuttleport only for the draftees, apparently.  He supposed
the Empire didn't want its conscripts compromised by unwanted visitors.

   The bay itself was nondescript.  The carpeting of the mezzanine walkways
didn't stretch to here, leaving bare metal deck to ring beneath his boots.
The space shuttle itself was lit up by exterior running lights, but wasn't
otherwise running; a pilot appeared to be running maintenance checks.  He
could see through the small ship's viewports that several other draftees
had arrived and boarded the shuttle ahead of him.

   Beyond the shuttle itself was the bay's egress into space, open but for
a force field, and stars twinkled behind the spaceships and creatures
darting about out there.  "About time," the pilot grunted at him.  "Thought
I was gonna be finished with maintenance before you got here.  You're the
last one, get onboard.  We'll be leaving shortly."

   "Yes, sir," he said, unsure how to address the short, scaled figure,
whose species he didn't recognize.

   "Save your 'sirs' for the military types," the creature waved him away.
"I'm just a contract pilot."

   Alixidor's ears perked at the term 'contract'.  That meant this was a
real, original person, not a repped clone.  In an empire where replication
magitechnology saw to everyone's needs and wants, no one had to work, but
many chose to, in order to fill their time.  This pilot was apparently such
a one.

   He stepped into the shuttle, and was greeted by an array of unfamiliar
faces, about twenty all told, if he included himself in the count.  In the
front seats a five foot tall man with slimy yellow skin, a bald head, and
four glowing blue orbs for eyes was speaking to an orc.  "--so I request
that Yizzo and I be put into the same company, right?  You'd think it makes
sense, we're friends from the same planet, but no!  Stupid imperial
datacards split us up."

   "Well, if Yizzo is a chigalurian like you say," the orc said, "it could
be some form of racial segregation.  You notice we're all bipeds here."

   An elf so thin he looked like a sudden gust of wind would snap him in
two came up behind them and chirped pedantically, "It's customary imperial
policy to organize conscript companies by basic body type, so that everyone
within a company is capable of easily understanding and working together
with each other."

   "Yizzo and I understand each other fine!" the yellow-skinned fellow
said.

   "Yes, but the rest of us don't know him," the orc pointed out
reasonably.

   "This is a pointless debate," a minotaur growled.  It wasn't a hostile
growl; that was simply the tone of voice in which minotaurs spoke.  He was
the tallest man among the conscripts, the only one taller than Alixidor
himself.  "What I want to know is why the Empire drafts people at all. 
Just rep a few billion cyberclones and have done with it."

   That was a very good question, and Alixidor wondered that it hadn't
occurred to him before.  As the shuttle lurched into motion - the pilot was
lifting them off with no preamble - and zoomed through the hangar force
field into space, the elf piped up again, eager to dispense his wealth of
knowledge.  "The Bauji Federation is under assault by demons.  The Nexus
Empire is demonstrating its support of its allies by committing not only
repped militaries, but original unrepped resources: namely, its citizens."

   "Wait, what's this about demons?" The man with slimy yellow skin and
four glowing eyes seemed to turn a sickly shade.

   "You don't know about the Bauji incursion?" the elf looked between their
faces with genuine astonishment.

   "I've never heard of Bauji at all," Alixidor chose that moment to speak,
and the orc and minotaur nodded to that.

   "One of the Empire's allies, a sector of an adjacent pancluster," the
elf told them.  "Apparently they're the original source of a strange type
of nut with several magical, alchemical, and metallurgical properties."

   "What, like ferrobeets?" Alixidor guessed.  He grew ferrobeets on his
synthsource plotfarm back home on Iarkov III.  Although all Nexus Empire
citizens, including himself, had a generous monthly allotment of
requisition credits to spend on replication, healthy markets flourished
that specialized in selling original, non-repped goods, which were deemed
highly valuable by certain strata of imperial society.  The various
synthsource materials, that plotfarms such as Alixidor's produced, were
used in the manufacture of non-repped goods.  Although Alixidor had not
chosen to run a plotfarm, Iarkov III's government had nonetheless mandated
the position for him.

   "Exactly like ferrobeets," the elf said.  His expression was ambivalent;
he clearly couldn't decide whether to be delighted that someone understood
him, or to be peeved that someone interrupted him, "except that Bauji nuts
are superior.  Not only for their materialistic quality, but I also
understand they're a delicious culinary additive--"

   "Never mind that," the minotaur growled impatiently.  "What's this about
fighting demons?"

   The elf shrugged.  "A hellrift opened in Bauji space last month.  Hordes
of demons came out, swarming and killing."

   "But why?" Alixidor said, a puzzled expression on his face.

   "Who knows why demons do anything?" the orc said.  "They're demons, they
don't need a reason to--"

   "We're here," the four eyed yellow skinned fellow said.  Alixidor's head
turned to the front viewport of the shuttle.  He'd been so absorbed in
conversation with his fellow conscripts he hadn't noticed the spaceflight.
Before them, a hangar port yawned opened inside an refitted asteroid, and
then it swallowed them up as the pilot landed the shuttle on the hangar
deck with practiced ease.

   "Good luck, fellows," the pilot threw them an offhanded salute, which
Alixidor did his best to imitate.  When they had all offloaded the shuttle,
the pilot disembarked.  Other than Alixidor, all the conscripts had at
least one bag of belongings; the draft had told him to bring nothing save
himself and the datacard, so he'd complied.  He didn't need anything that
the military wouldn't provide, and besides he had a healthy stockpile of
reqs (requisition credits) should he want anything.

   A cyberclone greeted them.  "Alright, grunts," she said, in a bit of a
bored tone, "through the arch." She had one cybernetic eye, which glowed
green, and a runed metallic implant in place of one of her ears.  She
hadn't been birthed, but rather replicated, cloned and constructed by one
of the Imperial Foundries.

   The other conscripts obeyed but otherwise dismissed her.  Alixidor
smiled at her though, and nodded in thanks.  She smiled back automatically,
suddenly becoming much more beautiful in the act, and Alixidor wondered at
that.  Just as there was a debate as to the sentience of cowgirls, so too
was there a debate as to the personhood of cyberclones.  They weren't full
citizens, but were imperial servants all their lives, and most people
tended to look down on them as objects.  But as far as Alixidor was
concerned, a person was a person; he felt the same about cowgirls as well.

   The arch to which she had referred them was just that, a great archway
ringing the exit.  It was a phasefilter portal; whoever stepped through it
would be transported to whichever part of the asteroid they needed to be,
even if they stepped through side by side with someone going somewhere
completely different.  As Alixidor stepped through, his boots stopped
ringing on metal and instead crunched into soil.  It was still an
artificial room with metal walls and ceiling, but for some reason the floor
was composed of soil.

   The chamber was spacious, and several doorways abutted it, looking at
first glance like entries to cafeteria, bathrooms, and bunks.  There was
only one person in the compound waiting for the conscripts, and Alixidor
sucked in his breath as he beheld her.

   He didn't recognize her species, but she was feline, with yellow cat's
eyes and short tiger-striped fur all over her skin.  Other than fur, she
had no hair on her head save for a long black topknot that fell past her
shoulders to below a small but shapely butt held snugly in a black
conforming bodysuit.  Her boobs were glorious globes perched high on her
chest, and the flexiplate bodysuit held them snugly as well.  Alixidor had
to work hard to keep from getting a boner, which would embarrassingly tent
his loose trousers.

   A loose tunic of blue, white, and gold was sashed at her waist over the
bodysuit, emblazoned with the imperial insignia, and as he saw the laser
sword at her hip, he realized with a start that they were in the presence
of an Imperial Knight!  Paragons of the Nexus Empire, Imperial Knights
excelled both in martial and magical skills, and although they were
technically part of the military, they were granted great independence.

   "Snap to attention, grunts!" the catlike woman snapped.  Although she
was shorter than all the men, not even five feet tall, her command was
obeyed instantly, for she carried herself with a presence larger than even
the minotaur.  Alixidor found himself snapping into a ramrod straight
position beside the other conscripts, who were doing the same.

   "I am Isralene, Knight of the Empire, and your commander.  From
henceforth, you are Bast Squad, and you answer to me.  First, it seems that
all of you" - her eyes flicked across Alixidor - "almost all of you
disobeyed your orders, and brought luggage.  DISINTEGRATE!" She barked the
word loudly and abruptly, and all the conscripts jerked, expecting fiery
death to consume them.

   Instead, the bags that all of them, save Alixidor, had slung over their
shoulders, immediately vanished.  Forestalling any possible protest,
Isralene continued on the heels of her pronouncement, "IF you follow
orders, and IF you survive this war, then MAYBE I will allow the compound
systems to reconstitute your possessions.  Now drop and give me 200!"

   Alixidor immediately dropped to the soil and began pumping himself up
and down in a quick, steady cadence.  The other conscripts followed suit,
to a varying degree of immediacy.  Gasping and grunting quickly emerged;
even the minotaur's breathing was harsh after the first hundred pushups. 
Alixidor however was having no trouble whatsoever; his breathing remained
steady and measured.

   He was focused intently on counting, and so popped up after exactly 200.
He was surprised to find himself the only conscript standing; the others
were still laboriously going.  "Well, it seems I have one useful grunt
after all," Isralene said.  "Strong AND follows orders.  Come on then, the
rest of you!  Last one done gets to do 50 more."

   The skinny elf was the last to pull himself to his feet, looking
drained. "Blast," he wheezed, realizing he was last.  He flopped down to
the ground again.

   "That was 190," Isralene said sharply.  "Don't think I'm not paying
attention.  So, 10 more, plus 50 more for being last, plus another 200 for
trying to cheat." A little whimper could be heard as Isralene turned her
attention to the other conscripts.  "Jog around the compound, work it off.
You'll keep going until Mister I Can't Count here finishes."

   The other conscripts were wheezing too, save for Alixidor, who was
working up a good sweat and rather enjoying himself, by the time the poor
elf finished his 450 pushups.  "You all are a sorry lot, grunts," Isralene
concluded, "except maybe for the one kid who can follow orders." She looked
squarely at Alixidor, who, uncertain how to respond, smiled at her.  She
reflexively started to smile back, but caught herself and turned it into a
authoritative frown.

   "But don't worry," she continued, "I'll whip you all into shape.  And
fortunately, we have a little magitech to help: nanite magepaint.  STRIP!"
she barked.  The other conscripts blushed, to a greater or lesser degree,
and reluctantly began to disrobe at the fire in her eyes, but Alixidor had
started stripping right away.  Having fucked all manner of girls in all
manner of locales, he had little to no sense of modesty.

   Isralene's eyes snapped to his cock, and she had a quick intake of
breath.  The human lad's cock was HUGE!  Even bigger than the minotaur's.
It was a long swollen mass of meat dangling between his legs, hanging down
past his knees.  His bloated nuts, the size of cantaloupes, explained why
he always stood with his legs spread well apart.  She'd trained giants who
hadn't been as hung.  Her furry pussy started to moisten; she'd never been
attracted to a male conscript before, but this young lad was rippling with
musculature, and took orders well...  not to mention had that enormous
succulent dick!

   "Spray!" she commanded the air, and colored motes appeared in midair
over the conscripts, falling over them in patterns, painting runes all over
their flesh, till sinuous red sigils marked them all from head to toe.  The
grunts inhaled, feeling strength and stamina flow through them from the
magitech.

   "Is this Imyllian magepaint?" the skinny elf exclaimed, the nanite
magepaint having effected his recovery from exhaustion in a matter of
moments.

   Isralene grinned.  It was always fun to see grunts experience magepaint
for the first time, and she allowed them a little slack for their
amazement. "No, but this suffices.  You get increased physical prowess,
aim, and limited regenerative abilities."

   "But Imyllian magepaint confers near-invulnerability and fantastical
abilities," the elf objected.  "Why not just rep some of that?"

   "Because you wouldn't be allowed to have it unless you pass a battery of
loyalty tests, swear a lifetime of service to the crown, and voluntarily
undergo several geas to ensure your fealty."

   "Oh." The elf seemed a bit deflated, but couldn't be too let down,
feeling as good as he did.  Although physical enhancement magitech was
easily procurred with requisition credits by any Nexus Empire citizen, most
never took advantage of it, as advanced magitech didn't require them to
possess superb physiologies.

   Alixidor felt the least different of all the conscripts, being in good
shape already; all that fucking he always did gave him excellent stamina.

   "Alright, grunts," Isralene said, "time to put you through your paces.
Drop and give me 500!" Although Alixidor was the first one done, and wasn't
breathing hard at all, all of the conscripts were able to do 500 push-ups
with relatively little effort.  The feline Imperial Knight ran them through
several more exercises over the next few hours, before sending them to the
showers.

   "You, wait," she called, and Alixidor stopped as the others went into
the showers.  "Spar with me.  POWER SWORD," she yelled to the air, and a
metallic blade sheathed in glimmering force appeared in her hand.  She
tossed it to him, and he deftly caught it in one hand, marveling at it.

   "Um," he said.  "I don't know how to use one."

   "Learn fast," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.  She drew not
one but two laser swords, and activated them, unleashing a blue blade and a
green blade of pure energy.  She slashed forward in a graceful, almost
gentle opening attack, and Alixidor reflexively brought up his power sword
to block.  His reflexes, although good, were unhoned and untrained, but the
new magepaint made up for a lot of his deficiency against the Knight.

   "Good," she grinned.  "Now attack me." Reluctantly, he swung at her, and
she parried hard, knocking him back.  "Attack me like you mean it, grunt,"
she said.  Alixidor bit his lip, and swung harder.  Isralene blocked it
easily, but laughed gaily this time.  "That's more like it."

   So she sparred with him, clearly his better by light-years, but Alixidor
managed to learn a few things.  By this time, the other conscripts were
done showering, and were getting into their bunks.  "That's enough," she
said, deftly pulling the power sword from his hand with telekinesis.  "Not
bad at all.  Now hit the showers yourself."

   Not that he needed to, she reflected.  He didn't stink, but instead
exuded a sweaty virile musk that flared her nostrils with desire.  The way
his thick, meaty, now-runed trunk had dangled and swung as they had fought
had been quite enticing as well.  No conscript would have been able to
tell, but the lust churning in her body for him had thrown her off her
game, and she had sparred far less effectively than her normal ability; of
course, it was still far beyond Alixidor's skill.

   Alixidor was breathing somewhat heavily himself.  That feline Knight was
hot; the way her bodysuit beneath the Knight's tunic hugged her graceful
form as she moved made his cock twitch and pulse erratically.  He was
surprised to see that the large tile-walled room was equipped with
aquasonic showers, like he used at home on Iarkov III, instead of simply
spraying glitteract nanodust.  Isralene, despite being tough on her grunts,
nevertheless appeared to treat them well, procuring minor luxuries like
this for them.

   He was already naked of course, so he waved his hand over the panel of
one of the shower nozzles, and a spray of hot water, along with invisible
modulated sonic waves, came out, cleansing and soothing him.  He was also
quite horny, so he took his massive cock in his hands, and began stroking
it, running his thumb along the thick bulging veins.  His cockmeat
lengthened and swelled, rising up easily into a gigantic curved pillar of
utter manhood, coming up to his chest height; he had to lean slightly back
to counterbalance its weight, and groaned softly at the pleasure his
sensitive member brought him, as the water and sound waves splashed upon
it.

   "You gonna play with that all by yourself, big boy, or gonna let me
help?"

   Alixidor jerked as he realized he was no longer alone.  He turned to see
Isralene leaning against the tile wall by the door - and she was utterly
nude!  Although not having been under a shower, the fur of her inner thighs
was damp and matted, and her great glorious tits heaved as she eyed his
huge erection.  "Oh, um," he stammered, but the lusty intent in the
Knight's eyes was clear, and his cock throbbed in reaction.

   With a wave of Isralene's hand, the panels of all the showers lit up,
and the nozzles all turned to spray water and gentle sonic waves upon them.
Isralene strode through the showers to him, looking like a cat-goddess
walking through a waterfall.  "Mmmmm," she purred, as she ran a soft hand
along his bulging, twitching shaft.  Pleasure guttered in his throat at her
soft touch.

   She leapt gracefully up into the air, controlling her descent with
telekinetic magic so that she hovered slightly, his giant cockknob poised
at the hot steaming entrance to her virgin fucktunnel, which dripped warm
love sauce onto his shaft.  They both groaned lustily, water and sonic
waves spraying their naked forms, and Alixidor took lush handfuls of the
girl's small but round furry buttocks, holding her as she lowered herself,
letting her plump pussy lips part wetly around his enormous shlong!

   Isralene's head fell back, her tongue dangling out and her eyes rolling
in pleasure as he entered her, his massive member splitting her cunt apart
like a ripe fruit with slick lewd squelching noises.  Her incredibly tight
love canal was slippery and warm, slurping him in eagerly like a hot greedy
mouth.  Alixidor groaned as her soft vise sucked and gobbled on him, taking
in more and more of his huge cock.

   He watched her gorgeous tits heave and jiggle, feeling her hot juices
run wetly down his shaft, more and more of which disappeared inside her
juicy cunt.  Suddenly inspired, he leaned forward and put his lips around
one hard pink nipple, sucking gently.  "Oooohhhhhhh," Isralene purred long
and loud, wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him closely to her
boob.  Her pussy clamped hard around his tool, spasming in delight.

   Alixidor grunted huskily, his cock throbbing madly, and couldn't help
bucking his hips up hard, burying the last half-foot of his big dick into
her tight luscious cunt.  Isralene cried out rapturously at the sudden hard
penetration.  Her pussy convulsed madly around his cock, gushing cunt-juice
as she creamed, driven to insane heights of orgasmic pleasure by his
titanic manhood.

   The feline Knight began bucking wildly atop his shlong as she cummed,
practically thrashing in the fierceness of her pleasure.  Gripping her
waist, Alixidor slammed upwards into her downward bucks, fucking her hard.
The exquisite sensations of the aquasonics spraying them made their
pleasure all the better, yet even the sounds of the wet sprays were drowned
out by the lewd squelches of flesh slapping flesh.  The well hung 19 year
old lad's bloated nuts were soaked in Isralene's fuckhoney, and churned
with the thick loads of jizz roiling within, yearning for release into a
fertile womb.

   With her hot wet pussy milking him enthusiastically, he couldn't hold
back, and with a loud roar of wanton bliss, Alixidor spunked.  He anchored
his massive cock inside her cunt to the hilt, balls pulsing tangibly
against her ass as he pumped his jizz into her.  Isralene's cries become
hot breathy gasping, her voice lost, as ecstasy blanked her mind, from
feeling his hot powerful jizz jet directly into her womb.

   Isralene crested wave after wave after intense, phenomenal orgasm,
unable to stop creaming as Alixidor filled her with load after load of
jizz. When his cock finally stopped lurching inside her, and they clutched
each other, gasping for breath, Isralene managed to say, "I'm not done yet,
big boy." Alixidor, his lusts only whetted, just grinned at her...

   They spent the entire night fucking in the aquasonic showers. 
Throughout the next week of training, Alixidor never occupied his bunk
once, spending the nights with Isralene in the commander's quarters.  He
consistently outperformed the other conscripts in training as well. 
Although he had never held a weapon before, he quickly learned when
Isralene taught them how to use the turbo-rifles that were standard-issue
for cyberclones.  He became a crack shot with the ultra-powerful,
long-range rapid-repeater, with only the skinny elf able to best him.

   After a week, their training was over, and Bast Squad was ready to
deploy.  Several thousand companies of conscripts had been trained during
that week, on the asteroid station orbiting the hypertesseract.  Indeed, an
entire Imperial task force had gathered, composed of billions of
cyberclones and hundreds of warcruisers.  Mages, supercommandos, and
Imperial Knights rounded out their numbers, even several witchlords, those
most powerful of archmages.  The skinny elf even swore that he'd seen
titans flying around outside the viewport.

   Bast Squad was assigned their own transport, and Alixidor's company
boarded it before the cybercloned pilot brought them into formation with
the rest of the task force.  Curls of light lashed out from the
hypertesseract, surrounding them all in a nebulous aura.  Alixidor felt no
different, but suddenly space outside the viewport was different.

   The task force fleet thronged space over a large planet below.  A
distant sun burned coldly.  The stars were different and alien, with
unfamiliar constellations.  But the sight that drew his attention - that
drew the attention of everyone in Bast Squad as they looked out the
viewports - was the great jagged slash in space.  A rip in spacetime, it
burned with extradimensional fire, and through the hazy curtain hellish
edifices could be seen.

   Demons - billions upon billions of demons - mobbed space over the
planet, and more swarmed through the hellrift.  They descended on the world
below like devilish locusts, and those in space who couldn't get through
the press of bodies turned their appetites for destruction upon one
another...  until the demonic commanders noticed the Nexus Empire fleet
that had just warped in.  Battleships of hellish design and battalions of
demons turned towards the new prey.  Despite the task force's respectable
size, the demons outnumbered them millions to one.

   Alixidor gulped, but Isralene was the picture of calm.  He thought he
was more sensitive to her moods than the other conscripts, having banged
her so much in the past week, but her facade seemed to be real; she truly
wasn't concerned.

   "Where are the weapons on this barge?" the orc demanded, eyeing the
hordes that approached them through space.

   "The cyberclone has control of them, and can wield them better than you
can," Isralene said calmly.  "Besides, one of the cruisers is
remote-shielding us; it would take a flagship-class superlaser weapon to
hurt us."

   "Just watch," the elf said, nervousness and excitement warring in his
tone.  "The Imperial military is cutting-edge."

   "They're deploying something," Alixidor pointed.  The ranks of the
Imperial fleet had parted, revealing a large spaceship the size of a
dreadnought.  It was primarily cylindrical in form, little more than a
massive weapon mounted to an engine.

   "A megacannon," Isralene nodded.

   "Really?" the skinny elf said.  "You mean a megawave macrolaser
discharge projector?  Amazing!  I've seen holos of them in action."

   "What's that?" Alixidor asked curiously.

   The corner of Isralene's lips curved into a smile.  "Just watch," she
repeated the elf's words.  He did so, and the megacannon charged up, before
a massive strobe of fiery light belched from its aperture to encompass the
entirety of the demonic fleets and void-capable armies.  Alixidor blinked
to clear his vision, and when the megacannon's blast had dispersed...  the
space above the planet was empty.  Demonic vessels and devilish warriors
had been utterly obliterated.

   "Well, hells," the minotaur grumbled, "what do you all even need us
for?"

   "Symbolic gesture to the Bauji," the elf supposed.

   "Get ready for planetfall," Isralene said, turning her attention from
the viewport.  Behind her, the hellrift was crackling with blue and golden
energy as the witchlords among the imperial task force worked their magicks
to close the gap between dimensions.  As the conscripts - now soldiers -
looked abruptly at her from the now-clear space, she smiled tightly.  "It's
our job to weed out the infestation of demons still on the ground."

   All around them, transports were joining them in the rapid descent to
the planet, which screens on the interior of their transport designated as
Sibilachi, one of the worlds in the Bauji Federation.  "I thought I would
be afraid," the elf said quietly, barely heard over the rush of air as they
plummeted into the atmosphere.  "All the way until I got to the asteroid
barracks, I was nervous and scared.  But now..."

   "Now," Isralene said calmly, "the magepaint cushions your minds against
mental trauma.  You can still feel fear, but you're nearly immune to
psychological damage.  DEPLOY!" Her barked command, as the transport was
only a few hundred meters over the surface, jolted the soldiers into
action, even as they were tessered from the interior of the transports
directly onto the ground.

   Earpieces kept them connected via commlink, and fed combat data into
their brains, coordinating them efficiently.  Isralene led them charging
into a swarm of demons plundering a small town surrounded by forests.  Her
flashing blue and green laser swords cut a swath of death, and the soldiers
of Bast Company opened fire with their turbo-rifles.  The indicators
running along the barrels pinged, and Alixidor remembered from the Knight's
training lessons that that meant a Foundry ship was nearby!

   He flipped the power setting of the turbo-rifle to supercharge, as the
repfac (replication factory) from the Foundry ship, overhead in the sky
with the Imperial task force, tesserzapped limitless energy reserves
directly into the specially designed secondary ammo cell that all
turbo-rifles had.  On normal setting, turbo-rifles were powerful with
effectively infinite charge.  Supercharged power would drain the ammo cell
quickly...  unless a repfac was nearby, constantly tesserzapping the
turbo-rifle's reserves with energy.

   "Supercharge!" he yelled into the comlink, and the other soldiers
understood, switching their turbo-rifle settings as well.  Their fire had
been ripping demons apart before; now the devilish creatures were exploding
into showers of gore.  A metallic walker, towering over the forest trees
and piloted by a shielded imp, fired heavy shrapnel cannons into the
village.  Isralene caught its attention and deftly intercepted shrapnel
missiles heading her way with her laser swords, as Alixidor turned the full
fury of his supercharged turbo-rifle upon it.  The hellsteel melted like
butter, and the walker legs buckled, sending the imp pilot careening from
its secure perch to land heavily on the ground.  The minotaur snapped off a
quick shot that took its head off, and Isralene led them into the heart of
the town.

   That's how the next several hours went.  The demonic hordes seemed
endless, but Bast Squad, joined by several cyberclone regiments, mopped
them up easily.  "I thought..." the skinny elf panted during a moment of
respite, "that demons were supposed to be tough and unstoppable."

   "Not against Nexus Empire magitech," Isralene said.  "Remember, outside
the Nexus Empire, most militaries aren't nearly as effective as what you're
used to.  The supercharged turbo-rifles are making it a lot faster too; I'm
glad a Foundry ship was deployed with us." The other soldiers nodded in
fervent agreement.  Only a few of them had taken any wounds at all, and the
magepaint had regenerated those wounds in mere hours.

   Only once did they encounter anything to give them pause.  A large
hulking demon, twice as tall as the minotaur, and scarred with vile runes
carved into its flesh, railed among the cyberclone regiments.  Even
supercharged fire didn't slow it down, despite tearing jagged holes in its
toughened flesh.  "A lesser archfiend, Malbolgian variety," Isralene
commed. "Lay down a covering spread, but stay back."

   The Imperial Knight leapt into action, boosting her speed and strength
with her magicks, and shot through the air to land atop the archfiend's
shoulders.  The demon flailed its arms, trying to grab her, but she nimbly
dodged its attempts, and it was distracted by the supercharged turbo-fire
that kept scoring its scarred hide.  Isralene muttered a word, and suddenly
her forearms charged with crackling magic energy, that flared up through
her hands to crackle along her laser-blades.

   With an exhilarating battle cry, she speared the laser swords into the
lesser archfiend's skull, penetrating it easily.  There was a crackling
implosion, and the archfiend slumped to the ground, dead, its flesh
blackened and burnt from the inside-out.  Isralene landed gracefully beside
it, grinning fiercely and not panting at all.  Alixidor, spurred by the
exhilaration of victory, embraced her and kissed her passionately, in front
of all the cyberclones.  The feline Knight giggled into the kiss before
kissing him back and feeding him her tongue, shamelessly making out with
him.

   But she soon started, pulling back as a message was broadcasted to her
earpiece, one not given to the soldiers' earpieces.  "What is it?" Alixidor
asked.

   "Damn," Isralene swore.  "This whole planet...  it was a feint."

   "What?" the yellow-skinned, four eyed alien conscript said, coming up
with the rest of Bast Squad.

   "As soon as our witchlords closed the Sibilachi rift," she explained
grimly, gesturing up at the sky, where no jagged tear scarred space any
longer, "TWO MORE hellrifts opened in other Bauji systems, each one twice
as large as the one here." She looked among them all, meeting the eyes of
the conscripted soldiers under her command.  "Looks like we're in for the
long haul, boys."

   So began the month-long campaign.  The Nexus Empire task force split up,
two major parts going to the systems with the two new hellrifts, and the
rest going throughout the surrounding sectors, bolstering dimensional
integrity with various magitech devices and rituals, to keep new rifts from
breaking through.  Bast Squad distinguished itself, Isralene and Alixidor
discovering that they made a deadly combination, and was sent to various
worlds throughout the Federation.

   They fought battle after battle, and inbetween Alixidor and Isralene
fucked like animals.  He and the other Bast Squad soldiers also were very
popular with the local women.  Isralene assured them that the magepaint
protected them from disease, which baffled them, so the Imperial Knight had
to point out that, outside the Nexus Empire, medical magitech wasn't nearly
as advanced as what the conscripts were used to, and thus there were
diseases in the Bauji Federation.

   Alixidor always seemed to be the most popular among the local women,
whether it was just Bast Squad there, or even if there were supercommandos
and Imperial Knights around as well.  More than once, fights broke out
between two (or more) women as to who would get to bed him, and Alixidor
always solved that by bedding them both (or all) at once.

   The elf always enthusiastically shared holos of Imperial megacannons
wiping out entire fleets of demonic hordes and battleships in single
blasts, but there were always more demons.  The hellrifts expanded, and
these were locked in place more firmly than the one over Sibilachi.  The
Imperials were finally able to close one of the hellrifts, but the last one
was more tenacious.  The Imperial task force steadily surrounded it,
shoring up spacetime with dimensional bulwarks so that no more hellrifts
could be formed in Bauji space, and the last existing one couldn't be
widened.

   There was a setback when demonic master mages were able to teleport an
entire Bauji planet into the space of their last rift, so that the rift was
roiling along the surface of its largest continent.  Imperial witchlords
and superweapons couldn't unleash their full potential without harming the
citizens of their own allies, and Imperial forces had to be devoted to
rescuing and evacuating civilians.  Furthermore, the planet itself was used
as raw material to power the hellforges that held the rift open, the demons
strip-mining the world.

   And every hour, more and more demonic forces came through the rift.  The
skinny elf noted several times that the hazy visages of hell behind the
rift always seemed different each time more demons came through, peering
through holoculars.  "Different parts of hell," Isralene said.  "Several
circles, and multiple locations from each one, are disgorging troops."

   "But where are they all coming from?" the orc said, mystified.  "It's
like they can rep demons the way we rep cyberclones."

   "Thankfully that's not true," the Knight said.  "But time is strange in
hell.  In their demesnes, generations of immortal devils can be hatched,
while merely a day passes here."

   They were on a hill overlooking the last rift.  Arcane energies crackled
around it, forming a barrier to prevent more demons from coming out.  The
barrier was only partially effective however, for legions of devilish
ritualists worked to counteract the Imperial mages, but mere regiments of
demons came through now, rather than armies.  "Why isn't it closing?"
Isralene murmured, mostly to herself.  They had a respite; the demonic
forces had been pushed back from their position for the moment, and the
feline Knight was peering down at the scene with her magically enhanced
vision.  "We have plenty of witchlords, enough to trample over their
casters..."

   "Hey, can I...?" Alixidor asked the elf, who passed the holoculars over.
The 19 year old lad, his uniform ripped in several places to reveal the
scarlet magepainted sigils beneath, put the holoculars to his eyes and
zoomed in on the rift.  There were several demons marching and flying
through of course, as there always were; most fell to the supercharged
turbo-rifle barrages almost instantly.  But there was one...  "There's this
one big guy down there--" he pointed out.

   "I see him," Isralene nodded.  She spoke through the commlink. 
"General, it looks like we've--" She cut off, and listened for several
moments.  "They already know about him," she finally said to Alixidor. 
"Calling him the Bulwark.  Apparently he's slightly out of phase with local
time, meaning that not only is he highly resistant to weaponry, he's more
or less immune to normal magic." She sighed.  "Dozens of witchlords in our
task force, and only ONE knows any temporal magic."

   "Is one not enough?" Alixidor inquired.

   "No," Isralene said.  "Don't get me wrong, witchlords are powerful... 
but there's clearly an entire legion of demon mages against his casting. 
That nearly-invincible Bulwark is what's keeping the rift open.  As long as
he stands there, we can't close it."

   "Titans," the skinny elf interjected, referring to the superpowered
species of former demigods.  "I know we've got titans in the task force."

   "Phase shield locking out anyone with titan genetic signatures,"
Isralene said.  "Artificers are working on a solution.  In the meantime..."
She looked up at the sky.  As if on cue, a flight of dragons swooped down,
belching enormous fireballs of catastrophic destruction upon the hellrift,
and the Bulwark standing within it.  Although most demons were resistant or
even immune to normal flame, dragonfire was far more potent and primal than
ordinary fire, and so scores of demonic soldiers marching through the rift
were incinerated.

   The Bulwark remained, however, untouched, steam roiling off him.

   "Now what?" the orc questioned.

   "Now," Isralene said, "the specialists go in." Alixidor overheard the
order on her earpiece, ordering in supercommandos and Imperial Knights. 
"Stay back!" their commander ordered, and dashed down the hillside to join
the other Knights and supercommandos converging on the hellrift.  Alixidor
couldn't help himself; he ran after her.

   "Alixidor!" the elf called.

   "Stay back!" Isralene yelled over her shoulder, and he reluctantly
skidded to a stop halfway down the hill, watching Isralene join the grand
melee vs the hulking Bulwark.  Laser swords flashed, and the supercommandos
discharged their weaponry, highly advanced magitech with destructive
capability beyond even supercharged turbo-rifles.  Alixidor readied his
turbo-rifle, laying down a spread to decimate the demons coming through the
rift around the Bulwark.  His eyes remained fixed on his feline lover.  His
heart sank as, one after another, the Bulwark defeated his enemies.

   Supercommandos on hoverpacks were snatched out of the air and crushed in
the archfiend's grip.  His fell strength was powered by the cadre of
demonic casters ensorcelling him from the hellish sanctums beyond the rift.
Imperial Knights were knocked senseless and sent sprawling.  The Bulwark
deflected one of Isralene's laser sword strikes with an armored arm and
raised his other hand to crush her head into pulp.

   "NO!" Alixidor raged, and directed his supercharged fire directly into
the Bulwark.  The archfiend barely staggered, but was distracted, its
molten gaze coming to rest on the 19 year old lad.

   "Get BACK, Alixidor!" Isralene bellowed, striking once more at her foe,
but her lover was already coming down the hillside towards her, pummelling
the Bulwark with supercharged blaster fire that barely seemed to faze the
creature.  This close, Alixidor got a good look at the archfiend, who was
clad head-to-toe in rune-covered plate, with gigantic horns protruding from
its skull, and a molten gaze that promised only death.  It was close to 8
feet tall, and a foul stench emanated from it that almost sickened the
teenage conscript as he closed in.

   The Bulwark swept his arm, powering through Isralene's defenses and
catching her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her and sending her
stumbling to the ground.  Brandishing the long talons on its fingers - it
was unclear if those were natural or part of his armor - he raised his hand
again, about to slash the Knight's head open.

   Alixidor slammed into it, the force of his oncoming rush enough to
stagger the Bulwark a step.  He could hear a deep chilling grumble from
beneath the helmet, sneering at him.  --Little fool-- The lad shoved the
barrel of his turbo-rifle into a molten eye unprotected by the helmet, and
fired at maximum power.

   The Bulwark roared in pain.  It was nearly invulnerable to harm and
barely wounded, but it had been HURT.  Alixidor took advantage of its
distraction to seize it and wrestle him back through the rift into hell. 
At the last second, the Bulwark realized what the human was trying to do
and grabbed at him, trying to stop him-

   There was a gigantic flash of light, a whoosh of flame, and guttering
explosions.  It seemed like an eternity before Alixidor realized that his
eyes were clenched shut and that he was down on one knee, still gripping
the Bulwark to himself.  Opening his eyes, and standing up, he suddenly
realized that he was holding the archfiend's giant corpse.  It had been
bound to the energies of the rift, and with the rift closed, its life force
was snuffed out.  He let the corpse fall to the ground, and stood up.

   He wasn't in the Bauji Federation anymore.

   The sky above, if it could be called a sky, was a roiling mass of
flames, churning like combusting thunderclouds.  The air had a red cast too
therefore, and it was hot, albeit not unbearably so.  Spiked towers of
black iron formed a sinister skyline, between which zipped demonic denizens
on batlike wings.

   Alixidor was in hell.  And he abruptly realized that he was surrounded
by demonic regiments, who had been on the verge of marching through the
rift, before it had closed.  Before HE had closed it.  HE, Alixidor, a lad
of no account from a little plotfarm on Iarkov III, had closed a hellrift!
Pride swelled his heart, even as trepidation fluttered across it.  He was
ALONE in hell.  His uniform had been all but incinerated by the forces of
the hellrift closing, leaving him unharmed but naked in the middle of hell,
and he realized suddenly that his turbo-rifle was out of power.  That last
supercharged shot, in the midst of the hell-rift, had been just enough out
of sync, dimensionally, with realspace that the Foundry ship hadn't been
able to tesserzap continued energy to his gun, and thus drained its power
cell.

   He brandished it in his hands anyway.  Perhaps he could fake them out,
or in the worst resort use it as a melee weapon-

   Suddenly cries broke out from the demonic ranks, and several demons
pushed through towards him.  FEMALE demons, and he realized that they were
noticing his massive cock, which twitched between his legs.  He grinned
tightly.  Maybe he could avoid being killed after all-

   Then the demonettes began fighting each other, literally tearing each
other apart to determine who would claim this prize.  The other, male,
demons started approaching, clearly jealous and hoping to dispose of him.
One particularly large demonette, nearly 7 feet tall and somewhat
resembling a minotaur - albeit with no hair, four boobs, and three eyes -
broke free of the skirmish and seized him, pushing him to the ground and
straddling him, her bare pussy dripping hot juices down her thighs.  He
couldn't help himself; he popped a boner, and even though he was surely
going to be ripped apart, he would apparently have one more quick fuck
before then-

   "HALT!" A voice bellowed.  The demons instantly obeyed, and even the
sort of minotaurish demonette relented, albeit with a disappointed whine.
Before she backed away though, she caressed his gigantic erection once -
with surprising gentleness, given that she was a demon - and the tension
within him was too much.  His cock lurched, gobbing fat wads of jizz into
the air.  Thick ropes of hot spunk coated the demonette but also lobbed
high into the air in long arcs, as Alixidor grunted with the euphoria of
release.

   Other demons quickly pulled the semi-orgasmic minotaurish demonette
away, and other demonettes pounced on her, licking the delicious cum off
her four huge tits.  Alixidor, panting, was able to see a demonette
overseeing the horde from a perch upon a balcony above them.  This one was
clearly in charge, for all the other demons looked to her for her next
direction, after her order to halt.  "Bring him to me," she commanded,
"unspoilt."

   Two demonic ogres picked up him underneath his arms, one on either side,
and carried him.  The demonic ranks parted before them, and the ogre-devils
carried him up a long, winding staircase to a great iron door.  One ogre
raised his hand to knock on the door, when it creaked open.  Shrugging, the
ogres tossed him carelessly in, and the door closed again, leaving Alixidor
alone in the room with his savior.

   The demonette was still on the balcony, but had turned away to face
inside the room, regarding her prisoner, who was still naked and hard as a
rock.  She was lovely despite her demonic features, or perhaps because of
them.  She was short, even shorter than Isralene, with pale white skin,
cute little fangs, glowing red eyes, and long flowing black locks.  Her
naked boobs were large and glorious, perfectly round spheres bigger than
her head, stemmed by dark pink nipples.  She wore a sort of black-leather
bikini that hid her pussy however, but that didn't stop Alixidor's huge
dick from throbbing madly as he looked at her.

   She licked her lips at his appearance, but still snapped, "Do you know
where you are, mortal?"

   He swallowed.  "Hell."

   She rolled her eyes.  "Don't be clever, mortal.  Do you know WHERE you
are in hell?" He shook his head hesitantly.  "You are in the great city of
Dis, on the seventh circle.  I am a Countess of Dis, and YOU just closed
the hellrift before I could send the rest of my armies through."

   Alixidor licked his lips to moisten them.  He was used to girls being
too busy lusting after his cock when they saw it to berate him.  Of course,
this Countess clearly couldn't keep her eyes off his enormous package,
despite her rant.  "Do you know just how many of my demons were slaughtered
in the Bauji war?" she demanded of him.  He shook his head again.  "Three
billion.  THREE.  Billion.  I was hoping for at least TWELVE billion."

   He blinked, uncertain that he was hearing correctly.  She seemed to
sense that.  "You really have no idea why we invaded, do you?"

   "Er..." He fumbled for an answer.  "Because you're demons?"

   She rolled her eyes.  "Yes, that's certainly part of it.  But we
wouldn't launch such a major offensive without a better reason.  Namely,
population control." She went on to angrily inform Alixidor that demons
were phenomenally fertile, even with contraceptive magicks, and reproduced
amazingly quickly.  Despite hell's vastness, the nine circles were
over-bloated with demons.  Infighting and riots happened all the time.

   She cursed Azael, sole Demon Lord of the Second Circle, for expanding
his demesnes outward into the rest of hell, in an unbeatable conquest,
which just increased the pressure for the nobles of the other circles. 
Hell needed an outlet.  A war of expansion.  The war itself would reduce
the demonic population substantially, and expanded territory in other
dimensions would also reduce the pressure of hell's overpopulated
districts. Plus, no demon passed up any attempt to gain power, and wars
were very good for that.

   Alixidor found himself getting quite an education on hell during the
Countess' rant.  Apparently, Dis was a city so phenomenally large that its
size and population rivaled that of a galaxy in realspace, stretching from
the sixth through the ninth circles.  Thousands of archdemons ruled over
areas of Dis, and the Countess was one of them, overseeing a hundred
districts as her unquestioned realm.

   Although Azael's name was cursed more than any other, she cursed quite a
few other demon lords as well.  Alixidor, meanwhile, was struck by how
beautiful she was when angry, her boobs jiggling as she exclaimed, and his
treacherous cock would not stop throbbing, leaking precum like a fountain,
running down his shaft, and forming a puddle beneath his balls.

   "So now YOU are going to pay for this," the Countess finished.  Alixidor
gulped, but the lust in her red eyes unmistakably told him what 'payment'
she intended.  "Get up, mortal!  You are going to fuck a demon queen!" She
got on her hands and knees, and her black leather clothing vanished, baring
her small succulent ass to him.  Her pussy dribbled wet love wantonly down
her inner thighs, forming a puddle at her knees.

   Alixidor couldn't help but grin tightly, and knelt behind her.  Her twat
was so pink and inviting, bordered by plump, reddened lips, and he thrust
his hips gently forward till his enormous knob rested against it.  The
Countess shuddered with pleasure, but waved her hand, telekinetically
smacking him hard across the chest and staggering him just enough that his
rock hard shaft waved about, flinging precum all over the Countess' butt
and back.

   "Ass only, mortal!" she chided him.  "I've already told you about
overpopulation." That she had, Alixidor recalled.  Demons typically only
engaged in oral and anal sex; they had to be completely crazy in lust or
love with each other to breed despite the overpopulation...  because ALL
vaginal fucks inevitably led to breeding, no matter how hard the
hyperfertile demons tried to prevent it.

   His cockhead leaked hot syrupy precum on her rosebud, pressing against
that steaming hot entrance, and the Countess groaned in rapturous
anticipation.  With a start, Alixidor realized she was a virgin, at least
to sex with males.  From what he understood from her rant, demonic politics
probably enabled a male demon to assert control over a female demon he
fucked, so she refused to submit to that, and hitherto she'd never found a
mortal consort she lusted over.

   "What are you waiting for?" she demanded.  "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" Her
command became a lusty moan of exhilarated desire as he rammed himself into
her ass, forcing her tight fucktunnel wide open around his enormously thick
shaft.  Feeling his thick powerful cock thrusting strongly into her
virginal ass triggered potent orgasms within her virginal body, and the
Countess' young-seeming body trembled violently with ecstasy, her twat
gushing her cunt-juice.  Her boobs bounced and swung, her pussy clutched on
emptiness, and her mouth hung open in a low cry of bestial ecstasy.

   Alixidor grunted, feeling her tight ass clenched orgasmically on him
again and again, tugging him deeper inside her, milking his cock for all it
was worth.  He gripped her spasming waist, pulling her into his ass
thrusts, steadily sinking in his entire fat long dick inside her tight hot
lil virgin butthole.  The Countess was practically convulsing in his hold,
her head tossing back and forth as she screamed her ecstasy, until his fat
nuts squelched against her luscious butt cheeks.

   He groaned, pure animal euphoria grumbling in his throat, from the
sensation of her hot tight silken vise clenching him in an erratic rhythm,
squeezing and holding him in her delicious warm tunnel.  The fragrance of
her gushing juices steamed the air, and Alixidor began pumping his cock in
and out of her ass, pounding away savagely at her, his pelvis slamming into
her butt with resounding smacks of wanton frenzy.

   The Countess cried her incoherent rapture as he rutted her ass madly,
juicing nonstop, her little body shaking with uncontained pleasure. 
Alixidor couldn't last long with her hot tight asshole milking him, and he
burst, flooding her stretched-wide fucktunnel with his hot glue-thick jizz.
Rope after rope after thick warm rope of fertile cum shot into the depths
of her ass with the force of a cannon, and the demonette's mind shattered
with ecstasy, shrieking an octave higher in the throes of her bliss.

   Her ass was so hot and tight and welcoming, eagerly gulping down his
load, that Alixidor couldn't stop cumming.  Over and over he spunked inside
her well-stretched virgin rosebud, till even the demonette's canal couldn't
hold it any longer, and it spilled out around his balls, running down her
legs and joining the puddles of demon-juice on the floor.  "Oh hells,
yes..." the Countess gasped, her body twitching and jerking with
aftershocks.  "Oh HELLS........"

   She was far from satisfied, and bade him fuck her ass several more
times. There was no sun or moon in hell, only the endlessly flaming sky,
and so Alixidor lost all sense of time, only knowing that hours must have
passed as he fucked and fucked and fucked the insatiable demonette's
luscious asshole.  When the Countess was finally sated, as he released the
last several ropes of his umpteenth load inside her pucker, she pulled off
him, standing on unsteady legs.  Her boobs heaved lustily, glistening with
sweat, and her asshole drooled his cum endlessly.

   "You have fucked me well, mortal," she panted.  She waved her hand,
magically summoning her black-leather bikini upon her again, but his jizz
still leaked out around her thong, dribbling lewdly down her legs.  She
seemed not to mind, but ordered, "GUARDS!" At her command, the iron door to
her chambers opened, and two more ogre-ish demons came in.  Or perhaps they
were the same ones as before; Alixidor couldn't tell.  "Throw him in the
hatchery," she ordered.  "He will be food for the next generation." He
gasped, and opened his mouth to protest, but the ogres were already hauling
him away.

   Their grip was steadfast, holding him under his arms off the floor
between them, and he was unable to break away.  His dick left trails of
jizz on the stone floor behind them, still leaking thick drops of his last
load.  The ogres took him down stairs and corridors that hopelessly
confounded his sense of direction, before coming out into a huge courtyard,
ringed by high walls of graven hellsteel.  Eggs were nested into the dark
loam of the ground, enormous eggs larger than Alorie's had been, and
Alixidor wondered what monsters would emerge from them.

   There was an ancient set of black iron manacles on one wall, and the
ogres chained him, leaving him to sit with his back against the wall as
they left the courtyard.  When the door closed behind them, it vanished,
melting into unbroken wall.  He was left to his own devices, breathing
harshly as his eyes flitted from egg to egg, wondering when one would
hatch. The walls were so high that only a dim red cast filtered down from
the sky, but the graven sigils upon the walls glowed with faint
illumination.

   Just as when he was fucking the Countess' ass, time had no meaning here,
so Alixidor had no idea how long he waited in trepidation.  But at last
there was a sharp CRACK.  He jerked his head towards the sound, eyes
seeking the culprit, and saw one of the eggs riddling with jagged lines as
the creature within sought to break free.  Pressing his lips together in a
grim line, he braced himself against the wall; perhaps he could hold it off
with his feet-

   Then the shell broke apart into fragments, revealing something
altogether different from what he had expected.  It was a girl!  She was
covered in slime from the egg, and she had demonic features, such as a
tail, horns and glowing eyes, but other than that, she appeared as a
humanoid 18 year old girl!  She was nude of course, and the light pink
nipples stemming her chest - on which perched two small but prominent boobs
the size of lemons - hardened as her yellow reptilian eyes alit upon him.
Her smooth pussy plumpened with obvious desire, and her mouth opened in a
soft moan.

   Alixidor's hard-on returned, his enormous cock pulsing and lurching. 
With each pulse, it grew and swelled, rising up into his fat long pillar of
cockmeat.  The newly hatched demonette's eyes widened, and she licked her
lips with instinctive desire.  She half-crawled, half-walked to him,
somewhat unsteady on her limbs but gaining confidence with every step, till
she was between his legs.

   Driven by instinct, she turned, presenting her lovely posterior to him,
and her tail wrapped around the midsection of his thick veiny shaft,
pulling him down far enough to where his knob was low enough for her to
press her tight gorgeous rosebud against it.  She moaned bestially,
trembling with passion as his warm syrupy pre anointed her virgin pucker,
seeping into her ass and smearing along her precious butt cheeks.

   With no further ado, she slammed herself down, spearing her tight virgin
asstunnel on his gigantic cock with incredible strength no ordinary girl
would have.  Alixidor cried out in delight as her hot silken walls gripped
fully half of his gargantuan girth, and virgin ecstasy hollered from her
throat.  Even as the teenage demon girl juiced hard, her virgin cunt
gushing young cream that ran down his shaft in rivulets, she dropped
further down on him, impaling herself completely on his massive dick.

   Driven by bestial instinct, Alixidor bucked his hips up into her ass as
she began riding him frantically, delirious with her virgin pleasure.  He
didn't know how long he rammed himself up into her sweet little butt, but
she cummed and cummed and cummed, till at last he burst like a broken dam,
flooding her bowels with hot thick jizz.  The demonette locked up in
intense ecstasy, as he pumped her full of jizz, over and over, till his
load was spent, and she slumped senselessly upon him, supported by his huge
fuckrod.

   At last she lolled off him, and curled up on the ground in front of him,
her pucker leaking his spunk constantly, as she fell to sleep.  Alixidor
did a double-take: it looked like her tits were bit bigger now, and her
horns a bit longer..

   Puzzling over this, he was distracted as movement caught his eye.  He
looked up, and got a glimpse of the Countess of Dis standing on a balcony
above, then both Countess and balcony were gone again, leaving only solid
hellsteel wall.

   Presently, other eggs hatched, one after the other, and next-generation
demon girls, all appearing as demonically aspected 18 year old women with
lemon-sized juggs and glistening cunts, came to fuck their virgin asses on
his cock till he pumped them full of his potent jizz.  Now he was sure that
their boobs and horns were growing more, and each time they fucked their
asses on his big dick, over an indeterminate amount of time that was surely
weeks, their tits grew larger and rounder, pushing out ever further from
their chests, as their horns elongated and curled.

   They were stronger now too, impaling their tight rosebuds on his huge
cock with no trouble at all, and when they were ready to leave the hatchery
then she would sprout wings and fly out beyond the courtyard.  This
phenomenon startled Alixidor the first time he experienced it, when the
first hatched demonette was riding his ass for what turned out to be the
last time.  Her boobs were incredibly huge, almost twice as large as her
head, and looking even bigger on her young frame, and her long horns bobbed
with her head as she jangled, her pussy spraying hot juices while she
writhed in orgasm.

   As he busted his nut in her a final time, wings spontaneously sprouted
from her back, black wings that were almost cute, and as she lolled
senselessly atop him, her new wings fluttered and twitched with the
aftershocks of their anal coupling.  When she recovered, she literally flew
off his cock, her asshole raining leaked cum onto the courtyard below until
she cleared the walls and vanished from sight.

   One after another, the demonettes eventually grew wings and left him. 
But there were always more eggs, though he never noticed more being brought
in.  He never slept nor was provided sustenance, yet in this timeless hell,
he apparently didn't need such things.  Inbetween assfucks, as demon girls
with jugs of wildly varying size sprawled senselessly around him, he
figured that, although the Countess had called him 'food' for the hatchery
(referring to his cum now, he realized, not him), perhaps it was more
appropriate to note that the demonettes were feeding on his cockmilk via
assfucks.

   Life in the hatchery was a constant blur of ecstatic fucking punctuated
with brief intervals of indolence, surveying the blissed-out demonettes
around him.  He could have been here for years, for all he knew, or it
might have been only weeks.  There were no hours or meals or dreams to mark
time's passage, and he recalled Isralene saying that time was strange in
hell.

   Occasionally he thought he glimpsed the Countess surveying from a
balcony high above, but it would always vanish the moment he focused in
that direction.  He was sure he was not imagining it however; the Countess,
like every girl he'd ever fucked, had not forgotten him.

   This fact was proven one day (it was always a red day in hell of
course), when the door appeared in the courtyard wall again, and the two
ogre-looking demons strode in to collect him.  His manacles were released,
and they carried him away from the disappointedly whimpering demonettes,
through winding corridors and stairways once more, back to the Countess'
chambers.  As before, the great iron door opened of its own accord, the
ogres threw him in, and the door shut behind him.

   "I never thought I would ever say these words," the Countess said.  She
was at the balcony, looking down upon her demesnes.  She was completely
nude this time, no black leather cladding her.  "I cannot get you out of my
head, mortal.  I must have you." She turned to face him, revealing her
pussy lips, swollen and reddened with desire, sticky with her moisture that
dribbled shamelessly down her inner thighs.  "Breed me, mortal."

   She stretched out her arm, and Alixidor felt himself snatched up in her
powerful telekinetic grip, carried through the air, and deposited him on
his back upon a decadently luxurious bed of scented silks and pillows. 
Incense candles burned around it, filling his nostrils with a fragrance
that almost, but not quite, drowned out the hot sticky fragrance of the
Countess' arousal as she approached him.  His cock sprang to attention, a
massive pillar of succulent meat bulging and pulsing with ridges and veins,
as the Countess mounted the bed and straddled his thighs.

   His huge cock beat upon her torso with each powerful throb, flinging his
precum onto her face, and she began grinding her desperately horny pussy
lips upon the underside of his shaft, anointing him with her sticky juices.
She bit her lip, eyelids fluttering as she moaned, frotting herself on him.
Alixidor groaned, grasping her thighs and caressing them gently, his
fingers clenching with every throb of pleasure that surged through him. 
The Countess sandwiched her large tits around his shaft, and fucked him
with her jugs.

   She was rewarded with Alixidor instinctively bucking his hips up into
her, grinding his shaft along her own frotting slide to rub her hard little
clit, as his bloated knob bumped into her face, smearing her visage with
his clear syrupy slime.  "Oh, hells," the moan guttered in her throat as
she shuddered violently.  Her slick pussy slimed his shaft with her juices
as she creamed right then and there, clutching his throbbing lurching cock
to her body.

   When she recovered, she grinned at him, half smirk and half untrammeled
lust, as she mounted his cock, letting his fat cockhead pry apart her tight
sticky virgin pussy lips to sink deeply into her lush tight slippery
fucktunnel.  She cried out, delirious with pleasure, as he fucked her to
the hilt, and began riding him, bucking wildly atop his monster cock that
stuffed her so tightly and fully.  Over and over she fucked herself
liberally on his slab of cockmeat, as Alixidor rammed his hips up into her.

   When they cummed, it was at the same time, their bodies locking up for
instants before his cock lurched violently deep inside her cunt, spewing
cockslop directly into her fertile womb, even as the Countess herself
juiced, gushing girl-cum onto him and matting his pubic curls.  She was
shrieking incredibly loudly with the rapture of their shared orgasm,
feeling the heat of his seed fill her in strong geysers of potent spunk in
a practically endless series of spurts.

   She was utterly overcome by her ecstasy, as his cock gobbed endlessly
into her orgasming womb.  Her fingers scrabbled for purchase in his
chiseled abs, and finally she fell senselessly atop his torso, twitching
with uncontrolled bliss.  Her tongue dangled out of her mouth, drooling
onto his muscled chest, and in a moment of tenderness, Alixidor wrapped his
arms around her blissed-out form, rocking her gently atop him as his huge
cock pulsed inside her thoroughly ravished, impregnated pussy.

   When the Countess recovered herself, she pulled herself off him, and
summoned the ogres to take him back to the hatchery, where several newly
hatched demonettes eagerly awaited him and fucked their horny asses madly
on his gigantic dick.  But now, the Countess regularly had him hauled
before her, and rode him to their mutual ecstasy, till he jizzed
uncontrollably into her climaxing twat.  Her tummy began poufing out cutely
with child, which only made her even more desirable to him.

   She claimed that she was only continuing to fuck him to wash their
daughter in his powerful cum.  The demonettes who emerged from his hatchery
were incredibly strong and powerful, more so than most demons, empowered by
his cum, more so than those of other hatcheries whose food sources were
clearly inferior to him.  She gleefully confided in him that other demon
lords were frantically trying to determine who the demonettes' sires and
dams were, assuming that their progenitors were the source of their powers.

   If demonettes nurtured by his cum were so powerful, how much more would
be a child of his, drowned constantly in his jizz within the womb, and
birthed by a demon queen?  Thus her words informed him, but the untrammeled
euphoria she exhibited when fucking him, and the longing in her eyes when
she ordered the guards to return him to the hatchery, told him a far
different tale.

   One day (insofar as any time beneath hell's never-changing sky was a
day), a very heavily pregnant Countess was riding Alixidor on her bed.  Her
boobs were fat with milk and leaking heavily; her belly was obscenely
swollen with the egg of their child within her womb; and her pussy was more
slippery and tight than ever as she cummed, convulsively milking him until
he geysered jizz into her.  His knob was anchored inside her womb upon her
cervix, and he slathered their unborn egg in yet another hot coating of his
thick spunk.

   The Countess lolled upon him, as usual, after they had coupled, but this
time, instead of calling for the guards to take him away, she looked at him
determinedly, and pulled off his cock, only to turn around and lie back on
his torso.  She spread her legs, and impaled her pucker upon his gigantic
fuckpole, spearing her ass on him for the first time in a long while.  "Oh
hells, yes," she moaned.  "A demonette is never more vulnerable..." she
whispered, "than when giving birth..." She broke off into more moans of
ecstasy as her ass clenched and gobbled on his throbbing dick.

   Alixidor understood enough of demons by now, to know that her words
meant not that she trusted him, per se, but that she trusted that he, a
mere mortal, wasn't strong enough to take advantage of a powerful archfiend
while she gave birth.  He bucked his hips up into her ass, reaming her, and
reached his arms around her to grope her boobs.  The Countess lowed in
pleasure, milk squirting from her nipples, and her cervix dilated, her
pussy contracting.

   As Alixidor began cumming inside the climaxing demonette, her egg popped
out off her pussy onto the bed.  It was slimed with her juices and utterly
caked in his jizz, and when the Countess came down from her latest high
upon his ass-buried cock, she clutched the egg to her boobs and yelled for
the guards once more.  The ogres tossed him back into the hatchery,
manacling him as they always did...  but now Alixidor noticed an egg that
hadn't been there before, slathered in musky spunk.

   He resumed his duties of assfucking the newly hatched demonettes, but
his own daughter's egg hatched soon thereafter, revealing a breathtakingly
lovely girl.  Her eyes were glowing red, rather than reptilian yellow, her
skin was fair and pale, and four short horns crowned her temples rather
than two.  She knew him instantly, ecstatically naming him "Daddy!" as she
rode his cock within her tight virgin teenage ass.

   That first time, unlike the other demonettes who lolled in senseless
bliss upon the hatchery loam, his daughter curled up against his side, her
asshole dribbling her own daddy's thick jizz, and slept, her head resting
on his muscled chest, pillowed by her long black hair, not quite dry of the
egg-slime.  Alixidor of course fucked several other demonettes while his
daughter slept, but when she woke, before fucking him again as was her
natural nursing instinct, she asked him what her name was.

   He whispered it into her ear, for he had learned enough of demons to
know that one's truename was a sacred secret, the knowledge of which would
give others power over the demon in question.  Thus he named her, and she
treasured the power her daddy had given her within her young heart, before
riding his ass again, for only the second of dozens of times.  In regular
intervals, the Countess summoned him back to her chambers.  She now only
permitted him to assfuck her again, but spiraled herself to countless
climaxes every time.  She never inquired about their daughter, and when he
brought it up, the Countess carelessly shrugged, "I will know when she
leaves the hatchery.  Thus the most powerful of my warriors will be
unleashed!"

   Finally, the time came when his demon-daughter was whooping aloud with
rapture atop his cock, which was buried balls-deep and jizzing inside her
ass...  and wings sprouted spontaneously from her back, small incredibly
cute black wings that fluttered madly with her bliss.  By this time, her
boobs were enormous, perched high on her young 18 year old frame, and her
four horns were long and curled like a ram's.

   Alixidor knew the time had come.  He might never see his little girl
again, once she left the hatchery.  She didn't notice the change right
away, but curled up against his side again to sleep after her exhausted
ecstasy, wings fluttering happily in her sleep.  He yearned for his arms to
be unchained, so that he could hold her close and caress her gorgeous nude
form, but of course that didn't happen.

   Other demonettes fucked their horny young asses on his cock before his
daughter awoke and noticed her plight.  "Daddy!" she exclaimed excitedly,
then repeated herself in horror as she realized what that meant: she was
now old enough to leave the hatchery, to be separated from her beloved
daddy and used as a tool of war for her mother the Countess of Dis.  She
bit her lip, looking almost shyly at him, then clenched her eyes shut,
concentrating.  Her wings vanished as though they'd never been, her horns
become as short as they originally were, and her boobs shrank before his
eyes back into lemons.

   He gasped, and she blushed, a paradoxically cute expression on a deadly
and powerful demonette.  "Do you still like me, daddy?" she asked, biting
her lip.

   "You're beautiful, baby girl," he said, and meant it.  "I like you
however big you want your boobs to be."

   "Oh, daddy, I love you!" she wrapped her arms around his shoulders,
clutching him and kissing his neck.  He'd never heard another demon use the
word 'love' before, and figured it must be the mortal human blood within
her.  "Daddy?" she whispered again, panting breathily in her ear as her
pussy dripped wet lust onto his chiseled abs.  "Will you...  will you breed
me?"

   His cock throbbed so hard in reaction that it slapped back into her
gorgeous teen ass, and flung strands of pre onto her hair and back.  She
giggled and smacked her lips against his.  "Thank you, Daddy!  I love you
so much!"

   So saying, his young demon daughter made wanton raunchy love to him,
sinking his huge fat log deep inside her hot fresh lush satin fucktunnel,
and bucking madly atop him.  His engorged cockknob popped through her
virgin cervix and into her womb, deforming it and filling it with the
syrupy precum that flowed constantly from him as she fucked him.  She was
crowing with triumphant bliss, her face contorted by intense paroxysms of
delirious ecstasy as his huge cock plowed her soaking wet cunt.

   She juiced hard when his cock lurched almost violently inside her,
flinging hot thick gobs of fertile daddy-jizz into her nubile young womb,
filling her with life and heat and pleasure.  And when they had come down
from their high, she frenched him madly and ravished her daddy all over
again.  Over and over he blasted her wholly impregnated womb full of his
daddy-spunk, as she creamed endlessly.

   So a new aspect of Alixidor's imprisonment in hell began.  He still fed
horny demonettes with the assfucks they craved.  He was still summoned to
the Countess' chambers for regular assfuckings.  But now he fucked his
demon daughter's ass and pussy.  The tiny egg growing in her womb was
flooded multiple times over with more daddy-cum, and he pumped her sweet
young ass full of spunk.  Her boobs grew again and again, and again and
again she shrank them back whenever she was on the verge of sprouting wings
again.

   The size to which she was able to shrink her tits back down, however,
was bigger than before.  With the milk starting to fill her budding tits,
she was no longer able to shrink them to lemon size, as she initially had
been.  Her daddy sucked on those gorgeous lactating tits many times,
bringing her to orgasm just from that.

   It was one 'day', when his daughter was curled into his side, sleeping
while another newly hatched demonette was fucking her ass gleefully on his
cock, that loud explosions and cries reached his ears.  Just as he gobbed
forth cum into the newly hatched demonette's horny buttocks, the ground
shook beneath them, and flights of demons soared overhead, bellowing shouts
of defiance and bloodthirst.

   The newly hatched demonette lolled senselessly off his enormous cock
after his balls unloaded inside her, but his daughter woke up.  "What's
going on, daddy?"

   "I don't know, honey," he said, looking up at the sky as more distant
explosions shook the ground.  "Battle of some kind, I think." His daughter
clung to him as the fighting continued, and Alixidor yearned to know what
was going on, wishing for the millionth time that he was unchained and
could comfort his beloved daughter with an embrace.  But no one came into
the courtyard, and the demons constantly flying overhead simply flew on
past.  The sounds of battle were clear however, and raged ever louder.

   Finally, a sight that Alixidor never expected to see in a thousand years
greeted him.  A dragon, flanked by three flying figures, appeared in the
sky over the courtyard.  The three figures and the dragon ripped apart imps
that assailed them, and when they were unmolested, they descended into the
courtyard.  Newborn demonettes scattered as the dragon landed, and
Isralene, Knight of the Nexus Empire, dismounted with a nimble leap.

   "Isralene?" he said in disbelief.  She didn't look a day older.

   "Alixidor!" she cried in evident joy and relief.  She looked as though
she longed to embrace him, but she kept her head, her priorities clear in
the midst of combat.  With a wave of her hand, his manacles were
telekinetically released, and she drew her laser swords, brandishing them
threateningly at the girl burrowed against his side.  "Away from him,
hellspawn!" she snapped.

   "This is my daughter!" Alixidor said firmly, clutching her close to him,
finally able to hold her as he had longed to.

   Isralene stared at him for a handful of long moments, and one of the
three figures hovering behind her - a supercommando on a hoverpack, clad
head to toe in all-concealing silver armor marked with imperial insignia -
whooped with laughter.  Another of the figures - an elf so old that gray
streaked his hair and wrinkles marred his face - said in a gravelly voice,
"Demonic breeding practices being what they are, it is not so surprising."
He was clad in the rich purple and gold sigiled robes of a high-ranking
witchlord.

   "I'm not leaving her," Alixidor said.

   "Then bring her," Isralene said, tugging his hand to pull him to his
feet, his other arm holding his demon daughter to his side.  She helped
them mount the dragon, who rumbled a greeting in the common language, and
then mounted herself, sitting in front of Alixidor and his daughter.  With
a mighty leap, the dragon launched itself into the flaming sky, surrounded
by the supercommando, the witchlord, and the titan (for that is who the
third floating figure was, as he would later learn).

   The skies over Dis were swarming with titans, Imperial supercommandos,
and dragons, all fighting the varied fiendish forces.  Far away, in the
center of a formation of other titans, a distant dot, which Isralene
identified as the Titanlord, emitted a strobe of light whose loud
detonation flattened an entire sector of Dis, even as the dragon swooped
through the new portal scarring the hellish skies, and Alixidor breathed
free air again.

   He was on an elven garden-ship, a vast interstellar cruiser created
solely of organic materials and powered by fey magitech, with vast forests
and foliage within seamlessly blended with technological consoles and
crewspace.  Beneath a dome open to starry space, Alixidor cradled his
daughter in his arms in the midst of a clearing of flowers between dark
green aspen trees, which were ripe with mystical fruit.

   The old elven witchlord proffered one of the fruits to him.  "I know you
feel fine," he said in his gravelly voice, preempting Alixidor's protest,
"but eat it just in case.  It will wash away any malign influences that
might be clinging to you." The well muscled 19 year old accepted it and
took a bite, which refreshed him immensely.

   He raised an eyebrow at the witchlord and indicated his daughter, who
clutched his neck, with a slight nod.  "Will this hurt her?" The witchlord
shook his head, so Alixidor offered the mostly uneaten fruit to his
daughter, who sniffed it, took an experimental bite, then devoured it
wholesale.

   "How many more daughters you got back there?" the supercommando said
jovially.  He had removed his helmet, revealing a very alien visage that
appeared to have some orcish blood in it but was mostly some strange
species Alixidor had never encountered.

   "Just the one other," Alixidor said proudly, rubbing his daughter's
slightly pregnant tummy, and the supercommando clapped him on the back in
congratulations.  His daughter blushed shyly, but smiled happily, putting
her small hand on her belly over her father's broad hand.

   Isralene marched back through the trees; as soon as the dragon had
arrived in the garden-ship, she had gone off.  "I've reported the
successful rescue to the general," she said, "but...  I haven't mentioned
your little succubus to him yet."

   The titan, who had barely spoken two words so far, furrowed his brow. 
"Is she a succubus?" he said doubtfully.

   The old witchlord, who of course would know about all such arcane
matters, said, "No, she isn't, but that's irrelevant."

   Isralene nodded.  "I don't think I can convince command to let you keep
a demon, Alixidor.  Not even for being a war hero."

   The term 'war hero' puzzled him, but a more immediate concern was
pressing.  "They're not taking her, I won't let them."

   "If she submitted to a ritual of binding," the witchlord interjected,
"she would be accorded protection under familiar laws.  Her father being
her master."

   "He already is," the little girl said defiantly, and Alixidor blushed as
the witchlord smiled in a rather grandfatherly way.

   "Such devotion," the old elven archmage said.  "Rare to see in a fiend.
I suppose she is half-mortal, after all.  Then come, my dear, let us
conduct the ceremony." With very little preamble, the witchlord conducted
the ritual, invoking strange sigils that appeared as blue flame in the air
before vanishing, and speaking strange words of power.  "Now, girl," the
old elf told Alixidor's daughter, "whisper your name into your father's
ear, willingly, and the magicks will be complete."

   Alixidor already knew her name of course, having given it to her, but
she obeyed anyway, her breathy whisper hot and fervent in his ear, and a
thrum resonated through the garden, for her whisper now held the power of
ritual invocation, binding her willingly to him forevermore.

   The ritual complete, Alixidor embraced his teenage daughter happily, and
she kissed him, making out eagerly with her own daddy, and the daddy of her
own unborn girl.  When they finally pulled apart - Alixidor still holding
her closely - he addressed Isralene, "How long has it been?"

   "A week," the feline Knight answered.

   "A WEEK?" he sputtered.  Although he hadn't aged, it had felt like
years. And the Countess' gestation of his demon daughter had to have been
over several months, not to mention the 18 years she'd spent in her egg.

   "Time is strange and fluid in hell," the witchlord answered.  "It is an
ageless place, where eons can flow by in moments.  But here, in realspace,
it has only been a week."

   "You're a hero, Alixidor," Isralene told him.  "Holo-footage of you
sacrificing yourself to close the last hellrift had been playing everywhere
in the Bauji Federation.  Holostatuary is being erected.  There's a new
Bauji coin with your face on it.  Babies are being named after you."
Alixidor stared at her, agape, and the Knight had to laugh at his
dumbstruck expression.  "No one back home in the nine galaxies will have a
clue who you are, but you'll always be a hero in Bauji.  You could name
your reward to them: an emperor's fortune, a harem of a hundred wives, a
Federation planet of your own to rule."

   Alixidor was blushing deep scarlet.  "I was just trying to protect you,
Isralene," he protested.  "I mean, you all can't have busted into hell with
a thousand titans just to rescue me, though.  Even if I am a...  a hero."
He said the word hesitantly.

   "Well," Isralene allowed, "it wasn't just to rescue you.  After the
hellright had closed, we mopped up the remaining demonic forces scattered
through Bauji space, when new orders came down from on high.  Apparently,
an assault into hell had been planned since the beginning of our task force
deployment: a measure to send them into such disarray that they can't
invade allied space for a long time to come.  They actually got the
Titanlord himself to agree to an assault.  Those were his titans you saw,
and that was him you got a look at as he demolished half of Dis.  All the
legends about him, they're absolutely true.
"Anyway," she picked up the thread of her original topic, "I lobbied
Command to put together a rescue squad for you during this assault.  We
owed it to you, I said, but I don't think I really convinced them until I
pointed out that we'd get a lot of goodwill out of the Bauji if we rescued

their savior.  They were quick to put together an elite team then."

   "A witchlord, a titan, a dragon, a supercommando, and an Imperial
Knight," Alixidor murmured.  "The most elite forces in the Nexus Empire."

   "You got it, buddy," the supercommando agreed.  "All for you.  Never
leave a squadmate behind, I say.  Even if he's not part of my squad."

   "Bast Squad will be glad to see you again," Isralene said.  "But it will
only be for a few hours.  The war is over, you can all go home." Alixidor
grinned; he was really looking forward to seeing Alorie and the cowgirls
again, and to introducing them to his new daughter.  Of course, he
realized, he'd have to give her a name for common usage, since her truename
was a secret only he and she could know.

   Before he saw Bast Squad again however, he was debriefed by agents of
Command, and then deployed to the surface of Bauji Prime on temporary
leave, where he was honored in a lavish ceremony by the Bauji people. 
Holding his daughter's hand the whole while - she had temporarily
polymorphed away her demonic features at Isralene's request, not wishing to
spook the Bauji - he kissed babies, enjoyed a Bauji feast, and was awarded
the Federation's highest honor.  Several young women rubbed eagerly against
him and felt him up, and he was unable to keep from getting a boner half
the night.  He was able to get away for a while, and his daughter relieved
him, writhing beneath him as he emptied his load into her climaxing pussy,
but several drunken Bauji girls discovered them, and joined in on the fun.

   The next morning, he bid the blissfully deflowered and gladly
impregnated Bauji girls farewell, enjoyed a lavish breakfast with the Bauji
again - where an impish teen princess sneaked under the table to give him a
covert blowjob - and finally escaped back to the elven garden-ship.  Only
it and a handful of other vessels had stayed behind, waiting for Alixidor's
return from the planet surface, and now they all left Federation space,
returning to the hypertesseract.  There the task force disassembled,
returning to their separate areas of Imperial space.  Bast Squad bid each
other farewell after Alixidor showed off his pregnant demonette daughter to
them.  Isralene was waiting for them to say their goodbyes, a come-hither
look promising Alixidor a very special private farewell once the other
soldiers were gone.

   The yellow-skinned four-eyed alien asked Alixidor eagerly, "So what
reward did you ask them?" The other squadmates gathered around him,
wondering curiously.

   Alixidor grinned, and pulled something out of his belt pouch.  Opening
his hand, he showed his reward to his fellow soldiers.  Most of them looked
confusedly at the small object in his hand, puzzled and mystified, but the
skinny elf gasped.  "Oh my gods, that's brilliant!  You'll make a fortune!"

   In Alixidor's palm rested a single Bauji nut.

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