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 TITLE: Assignment Threat Removal
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ 1st F1st oral fellatio piv impreg preg cons size inc
ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: The greatest assassin in nine galaxies is hired to kill the
most dangerous - and sexiest - man.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original
space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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   "Tell me, Lieutenant, if you have a target that is a threat to Imperial
security, with priority for removal, how would you proceed?"

   Newly promoted Lieutenant Ohgriid suppressed the urge to fiddle with his
head-tails.  It was habitual now, that suppression.  All Wraiths in the
service of the Nexus Empire's top-secret espionage and enforcement agency
were highly trained in controlling their physiologies.

   Old Eyebeard - so called because the half-cyclopes dwarf's most dominant
features were his single large eye and his prodigious fiery whiskers -
fixed him steadily, awaiting a reply, but Ohgriid didn't flinch before the
grizzled Wraith major's gaze.  "Assassination, sir, by a Wraith."

   "And if your target is an Omega-level threat?"

   Ohgriid successfully kept the blood flowing to his face, rather than
paling.  He didn't even know there were active Omega-level threats to
Imperial security.  This had to be a theoretical question.  Odd, though;
Eyebeard didn't seem given to speculation.  "I suppose an elite squad of
top Wraiths would be called for, sir, geared to spec."

   Eyebeard's barely-seen mouth quirked into a grin beneath his bushy
beard. "Watch and learn, Lieutenant.  You're not a grunt anymore." Ohgriid
repressed a chuckle; even the lowest-ranking Wraith could hardly be called
a 'grunt'.  The half-dwarven major stood from his desk, and Ohgriid hurried
to follow suit, smoothing his nondescript uniform, and waited as his
superior said to the air, "Tesserport to site Beta-Nine."

   Only a slight disorientation followed, as instantly their surroundings
changed.  They were in another nondescript military office, but an
obviously different one.  A new tang perfumed the air, barely noticeable;
they were clearly on a different planet, likely one far from Tanthor. 
Ohgriid suspected that this office was undercover as a standard military
outpost, so that no one knew Wraiths operated here.

   Of course, vanishingly few knew the Wraiths even existed.  Most assumed
that Imperial Intelligence was all there was.

   Eyebeard took his seat behind the new desk and nodded Ohgriid over to
stand by the wall.  As the lieutenant obeyed, the major spoke to the air
again.  "Send her in."

   The door whooshed open with a slight hiss of hydraulics - which
confirmed to Ohgriid that this was publicly known as a standard military
intelligence outpost rather than being one of the Wraiths' ultrasecure ops
centers, or else the doors would be utterly silent - and a girl sauntered
in with a cocky grace.

   In a quick glance, Ohgriid appraised her thoroughly, a skill trained
into him from his initiation into the Wraiths.  She appeared young and
humanoid, perhaps about 18 or 19 human years, but her eyes glowed
iridescent silver, and her skin had a pearly glisten.  Long black locks
flowed loosely from her scalp to halfway down her thighs.  Large globular
boobs stemmed her chest, barely restrained by her skimpy tight-fitting red
top, and tight-fitting red pants disappeared into red knee-high boots.

   Ohgriid's species reproduced asexually, so the concept of attractiveness
was utterly foreign to him, but he had worked long and hard to distinguish
traits that other species found desirable, and so judged this young woman -
well developed in her secondary sexual characteristics - to be incredibly
attractive by most species' standards.

   Weapons were strapped all over her - daggers, swords, pistols, even a
small wrist-mounted railgun that the lieutenant identified as being deadly,
destructive, and illegal for unauthorized non-military units in all of the
Nexus Empire's nine galaxies - and she exuded lethality, cunning, and
charm. A bounty hunter, Ohgriid guessed.

   "About time," the girl said and, seeing that no chair was provided for
her, merely flopped back to lounge in mid-air before the desk.  "Been
waiting a whole minute.  Wouldn't do that for a job any cheaper.  But 50
million credits...  I suppose my time is worth that."

   Eyebeard raised his single eyebrow.  "50 billion credits, Sura Fel."

   Ohgriid was pleased that he refrained from jerking in startlement.  He
knew the name; Sura Fel was an accomplished, legendary assassin.  Formerly
a ranking Battlemaster in the angelic hosts of the seven heavenly circles,
she had been stripped of her wings and her immortality during mysterious
circumstances, and now wandered the mortal dimensions, a fallen angel
sating her lust for battle and death wherever she could.  She had slain the
Archdemon of Hazzat, the Sleeping Archon of the Seventeenth Subdimension,
the eleven queens of Thrisski, and the Thousand Legions of Mimrafil. 
Though no longer immortal, she was still quite powerful and aged only
slowly...but death would come to her eventually.

   Sura Fel DID jerk in startlement, however.  "What?  I assumed that was a
typographical error.  What kind of bounty pays 50 billion?  Even the
Butcher of Sovilek was only 2.3 bil!  What do you want me to kill, an
entire galactic sector?" Her silver eyes had brightened at the thought of
all that bloodshed.

   "Tell me, Sura Fel," Eyebeard said mildly, "have you ever been to Glanta
system?"

   The sexy teenage-looking fallen angel's jaw dropped, and even Ohgriid
couldn't suppress a facial twitch.  "You want me to kill the Titanlord."
Her tone was aghast, but it was not a question.  Ohgriid himself was
stunned.  Alexantric, the Titanlord, had been alive far longer than the ten
thousand years of the Nexus Empire's existence.  He possessed the
phenomenal strength, speed, and invulnerability all members of the titan
race had, but also wielded mind-bogglingly potent superpsionic abilities.
Even the Empire's legendary founder, the warlord Zalrion, hadn't attempted
to encroach upon the Titanlord's demesne, only making treaty with him, and
the Titanlord had been loyal to the Nexus Empire ever since.

   He was no subject, however, but an ally.  The Glanta system was solely
his realm.  He had never displayed any inclinations for rampage or conquest
in all the millennia of his existence.  Had that changed?  If it had,
Ohgriid could certainly see him being classified as an Omega-level threat.

   The answer to Sura Fel's statement was obvious, so Eyebeard did not
voice it.  Instead he said, "You are familiar, I'm certain, with particular
facts of titanic physiology."

   Ohgriid certainly was, and by the expression on her face, he knew the
fallen angel was too.  Bathing in a titan's blood conferred all the
abilities of a titan: superstrength, invulnerability, independent flight...
and immortality.  If Sura Fel bathed in Alexantric's blood, she would
regain her immortality and become even more powerful than the average
titan, though psionic abilities couldn't be passed via blood.

   Sura Fel licked her lips, and conjured a sword of pure flames into her
hand, in direct opposition to all the weapons girding her body.  "I admit
to wondering, over the centuries, if divine fire could penetrate his hide."

   "Possibly," Eyebeard agreed.  "But perhaps not his psionic shielding. 
This device, however..." He had produced a long case from somewhere, and it
was out on the desk.  The half-dwarf touched his finger to the magnetized
ley rune that locked it, and the case popped open, revealing a broken
sword.

   The sword was of exquisite if simple design.  The hilt and crossguard
were functional rather than beautiful but were clearly masterfully crafted.
The blade ended about half a foot away from the hilt in a jagged break
whose edges were still sharp.  The age upon it was palpable.

   Ohgriid had no idea what it was, but Sura Fel reached out and touched
the blade almost reverently.  "Is that...?" she asked breathlessly.

   Eyebeard nodded.  "A Titanslayer blade."

   The lieutenant experienced another uncontrollable facial twitch.  Even
he, a Wraith, had thought those merely legend.  Supposedly, nearly a
million years ago, the titans had been a race of gods who ruled a great
civilization that spanned a thousand cosmos.  The younger races had grown
weary and discontent under their sometimes-cruel yoke, and risen up against
their masters.  The titans could not be defeated, however - until in a
great ritual, a thousand archmages had combined their arcane talents to sap
the souls of a willing race of demigods in order to create deadly weapons
that were lethal even to titans.

   This ritual cost the archmages their lives, even beyond resurrection,
and it cost the race of demigods their divinity, but the results were the
Titanslayer blades - weapons able to turn a titan mortal with even a
scratch.  So armed, the younger races overthrew the titans, the survivors
of which remained extremely powerful but no longer possessed divinity.

   No one knew how many Titanslayer blades had been crafted, or how many
yet remained.  But at least one yet existed - here, in this nondescript
office.

   "Let me guess," the fallen angel said, "this came from the Black Vault."
Eyebeard said nothing.  The Black Vault was where the Nexus Empire kept its
most dangerous, powerful, and valuable artifacts.  Its existence and
location were top-secret, but rumors had circulated for centuries of its
existence, and it was to these rumors that Sura Fel alluded.

   Eyebeard snapped the case shut and handed it to the girl, who accepted
it and asked, "Everyone knows the rumors of the Titanlord - why don't you
brief me on the relevant facts."

   "The true extent of his powers is difficult to ascertain," Eyebeard
admitted, "given that he is so rarely observed exerting them to their
fullest.  Beyond his titanic abilities, which are prodigious, he wields
superpsionics - his teleportational, telekinetic, and telepathic signatures
defy classification.  These of course make him incredibly difficult to
defeat, much less kill.  The Titanslayer blade should take care of that. 
We also have the latest advancements in psychic dampening with which to
equip you.

   "However, the ability that he most often wields, in diplomatic liaisons,
is his...  appeal." Eyebeard emphasized that word cautiously, and both
Ohgriid and Sura Fel knew what he meant.  Tales of the Titanlord's sexual
prowess were legendary.  "His attractive nature appears to be partly
pheromonal, partly psychic, but mostly kismetic.  We also have experimental
null-field runetech to give you that will theoretically shield you."

   "I'm a lesbian," Sura Fel said dismissively.

   "He has been known to seduce lesbians in the past," Eyebeard cautioned.
"I advise you to take our runetech." The fallen angel nodded, despite her
doubts.

   "I'll be back," Sura Fel said.  "Have my payment ready." Gathering up
the Titanslayer blade, the psychic dampener, and the null-field runetech,
she vanished in a flash of angelic flame.

   Eyebeard waited a moment, then said to the air, "Tesserport, Alpha
Home." A slight disorientation followed, and Ohgriid found himself back in
the Wraith HQ on the Imperial capital world Tanthor.  "You have questions,
Lieutenant," the grizzled half-dwarf said.  "Let's hear them."

   "Why is Alexantric coded as a threat?" Ohgriid blurted.  "What's
changed?"

   "Nothing has changed," the major answered.  "He has always been so
coded, since the founding of the Wraiths and the Empire.  He has never
displayed inclinations towards revolution, but if he ever did, the results
would be catastrophic."

   "You've sent assassins after him before," Ohgriid said shrewdly.

   Eyebeard chuckled.  "Yes.  Throughout our history, Wraiths have
periodically targeted him, either with our own operatives, or with
carefully chosen assassins-for-hire.  It's our way of testing his defenses
and gathering data on him."

   "You don't expect her to succeed," Ohgriid said.  It was not a question.

   Eyebeard shrugged.  "She might.  It would be a fabulous but unexpected
boon if she did.  But the target prioritized for removal today is not the
Titanlord...  but Sura Fel."

   Ohgriid suddenly grasped the extent of Eyebeard's genius.  "So even if
she fails, we gather more data on Alexantric, and eliminate a dangerous
entity without lifting a finger."

   "Very good, Lieutenant," Eyebeard nodded.  "Remember Sindric Tzung's
'Martial Maxims': Minimum resources, maximum effect.  Many grunts discount
that, given the Nexus Empire's advanced replication magitech; but following
that maxim regardless sharpens our minds and hones our focus, making us
better Wraiths to serve and protect."

   "Yes, sir," Ohgriid said.

   "Now then," the Major changed the subject.  "Return to site Beta-Nine.
That is your new station.  Well done, and good luck."

   **********



   Sura Fel's sleek chaser zoomed at hyperspeeds through the Nexus Empire,
as its pilot and sole occupant lounged in mid-air before the controls. 
She'd long ago removed the pilot's seat, as she found air to be far more
comfortable than even the most luxurious cushioning.  Although she still
had limited hovering capabilities, she was unable to truly fly, much less
through the void, as she had once done, having been stripped of her wings
by the the council of archangels.

   The fallen angel scowled.  So what if she had brought the archangel's
little sister to a lesbian orgy?  It wasn't her fault that there happened
to be a demoness or two there.  It DEFINITELY wasn't her fault that the
young sister had enjoyed herself so much that she willingly gave herself as
a love slave to the demoness in question, and now resided in one of the
myriad hells in a state of near-perpetual lesbian orgasm!

   The archangels hadn't seen it that way though; Sura Fel had been
reprimanded for her brutality many times, and this was by far the final
straw.  Her wings were stripped, her immortality stolen, her authority and
privileges snatched away.  The fallen angel still lived her life much as
she had before: hot lesbian sex and dangerous battles filled her existence.

   Her ship slowed to normal sublight speeds as she entered the perimeter
of the Glanta system.  Its beauty was breathtaking.  The system was
nicknamed 'the Little Galaxy', because of the 'Jewels of Glanta': stars,
thousands upon thousands of stars, contained within tesseracts, flooded the
space around the Glanta gas giant, each existing as only a pinprick of
light in normal space.  These stars were every color imaginable and then
some.

   Its beauty was lost on Sura Fel, who as an angelic battlemaster had seen
many impressive sights in her life.  Instead, she noted that this was a
flagrant display of the Titanlord's phenomenal wealth.  The file that the
imperial major had given her speculated that the stars doubled as defense
weapons, able to sear space with annihilating heat, either in focused beams
or widespread clouds of disintegration.

   The file also said that all genders, save female, were excluded from the
Glanta system (with the exception of Alexantric himself).  This applied to
every sentient species, and was enforced by some sort of invisible,
intangible psionic hyper-net ringing the system.  Sura Fel's scanners
didn't pick up anything like that, though, and her own personal senses
didn't either.

   Beyond the gender-excluding hyper-net and the speculative star-weapons,
Glanta was reputed to be unarmed.  Its primary defense was also its master:
the mind-bogglingly powerful superpsionic Titanlord.  The imperial major's
file also included holos of Alexantric, and Sura Fel licked her lips as she
imagined bathing in his blood, feeling immortal strength returning to her.

   The enormous space palace in which resided the Titanlord and his
concubines - and his daughters, who were also concubines - orbited lazily
around the Glanta gas giant at the center of the 'Little Galaxy'.  No one
challenged her as she landed her chaser in an open bay; according to the
file, females were always freely allowed onto the space palace, presumably
because it was believed that none would desire anything but sex of the
virile Titanlord.

   As soon as Sura Fel stepped out of her ship though, her breath was
stolen away by the flagrant wealth around her.  Every surface was plated in
pure orichalcum, a rare and highly valuable material that was on that short
list of things that couldn't be repped by Nexus Empire magitech.  Original
artwork - always deemed highly valuable over a repped copy - by prominent
creators was displayed everywhere, made of nonreppable materials such as
orichalcum and mage-quartz: sculptures and chalices of every design and
form imaginable.

   At every junction where two or more grand corridors crossed, a fountain
burbled with, not water, but divine ambrosia, taken directly from the halls
of various pantheons.  Tapestries adorned the walls, also original artwork,
and spun from angelhair.  These corridors were busy, young women striding
to and fro, chattering animatedly, all clad scantily in rich clothing also
made of angelhair silk and other valuable materials.  Piles of gold-chip
coins, each worth 100 thousand requisition credits each, were strewn about
recklessly.  Famous artifacts, many of them millions of years old, from the
days when all titans were demigods who ruled the universe, were prominently
displayed.

   The various girls inhabiting the space palace didn't notice Sura Fel
however; she had cloaked herself in magical invisibility and intangibility.
As she passed various treasures, she tagged a great number of them; at her
command, her ship's teleporter could snatch the tagged items into its
tesseract storage compartment.  She would activate that function when she
left, in the chaos that would doubtlessly erupt from the Titanlord's
demise.

   As she approached the heart of the space palace, where the odah was, a
strong stench invaded her nostrils.  It was sex and sweat and arousal and
cum, both male and female.  The female scents turned Sura Fel on immensely,
but surprisingly enough the male scent wasn't unpleasant.  She
double-checked that she had the imperial major's null-field runetech
switched on, and it was.  Okay, good.  She didn't really think it was
necessary, but it never hurt to be careful, especially with a target as
dangerous as this one.

   Closer to the odah, and she heard noises.  Grunting and shrieking, the
latter of which gradually coalesced into blissful cries of, "Daddy!" Sura
Fel snorted; it was well-known that every woman Alexantric fucked got
knocked up, always with daughters who grew up to love and fuck and be bred
in turn by their father.  She wondered idly what generation of daughter the
Titanlord was breeding at the moment.

   As glamorous as the rest of the space palace was, the odah was even more
spectacular.  Flora of rare and magical beauty adorned the place.  Bubbling
pools of divine ambrosia were scattered here and there, occupied by
concubines.  Even more valuable statues and tapestries abounded.  There
were also exquisitely detailed holo-sculptures formed from the light of
long-dead stars, and unique grails and lodestones of magical prosperity -
not that the Titanlord needed their blessings on top of everything else he
already had.

   The room was filled with girls, in various states of undress and
pregnancy.  Some were writhing together with one another; others were
passed out into blissful slumbers, their orifices drooling raunchy cum. 
And one was currently jangling atop her father's massive cock, screaming
out his name as he literally jerked off with her pussy, yanking her little
18 year old body up and down on his fuckpole.

   Sura Fel's eyes widened as she watched, and her mouth parted. 
Alexantric's cock was phenomenally huge!  Two feet long of thick meat, and
the same girth as the fallen angel's thigh!  It was slimy with the juices
of dozens if not hundreds of pregnant concubines, and shlicked and slurped
lewdly into the spasming, soppy cunt of the pregnant teenage daughter who
was thrashing with unending climax.

   The Titanlord roared, and spunked.  Sura Fel was able to see his bloated
melon-sized nuts clenching and his shaft bulging as he pulsed out geysers
of jizz deep into his already-pregnant young daughter's horny womb.  Over
and over, he poured cum into her, well over a quarter-hour of nonstop
cumming!  It spilled out of his daughter's fresh young cunt around his
cock, forming a raunchy mess on the cushions that his balls dragged in. 
Other concubines gathered hornily around to lap up his apparently delicious
baby batter, shaking in visible pleasure as they did so.

   Sura Fel, as a professional assassin, was a master of patience and
waiting.  She had to wait a long, long time, as Alexantric fucked concubine
after concubine, nutting again and again.  She couldn't stop her tight
angelic pussy from quivering wetly and seeping moisture.  She even had to
rub herself off to silent orgasm several times, biting off her yells each
time.  Despite being a lifelong lesbian for centuries, the Titanlord's
utter virility was incredibly potent and truly intoxicating.

   But as much as she longed to feel his cock inside her, she stayed
focused on her mission.  50 billion credits and restored immortality were
at stake.  And so she waited.

   Finally, Alexantric was surrounded by passed-out concubines, and he
himself drifted off to sleep, daughters curled up against his side.  Sura
Fel waited several moments to make sure he was truly asleep, then hovered
silently across the floor to him.  She was struck by how handsome and
lustrous his long golden curls were, splayed across the silken cushions,
and how strong his rippling musculature was, but shook her head and
focused.

   From the magicked sheath she drew the broken Titanslayer weapon.  She
touched her free hand to the blade, and with an exertion of will, she sent
angelic fire surging up along the black metal.  Then she plunged the jagged
blade down-

   There was a sickening crunch, and it took Sura Fel a moment to process
what had happened.  The blade had broken FURTHER!  And the Titanlord,
completely unharmed, was gazing directly at her with open eyes and a slight
smirk on his face.  Sura Fel leapt back, surrounding herself in a corona of
angelic fire, drawing various weapons and arming her wrist-mounted railgun.
Why hadn't the blade worked?  Had those blasted imperials set her up? 
Could she still defeat the Titanlord?  Could she escape?  Maybe with a
daughter of his as hostage...or maybe that would just make him angry?

   The Titanlord didn't move, and instead said in his sensuous baritone,
"Welcome to my abode, Sura Fel." She was about to snap at him, ask how he
could know her name, before realizing that he had probably snatched her
name from her mind, despite her advanced psychic-dampening gear.  He
chuckled.  "You are correct," he answered her thoughts.

   The sheared-off metal that had broken from the already-broken
Titanslayer blade rose into the air, lifted by Alexantric's telekinesis,
and the enormous man regarded it.  "I remember this weapon well," he
nodded. "It slew many of my kinsmen a million years ago, but broke on me. I
never expected to break it again." This with another chuckle.

   He fixed the fallen angel with a lusty stare, that made her knees
tremble with lust.  "You are welcome to enjoy the pleasures of my palace,
for as long as you wish," he said.  "I know that you still wish your
immortality restored, however.  Did you know however, that it is not only
contact with a titan's blood that will confer his strength...  but with his
seed as well." Sura Fel's eyes widened.  "I assure you it's true," he
answered her thought before it had fully formed.  "And well, you do have
one very easy way to find out."

   He stood to his feet, disentangling himself from his sleeping
concubines. He was 7 feet tall, towering over the short fallen angel, and
his cock rose and engorged as he beheld her big-boobed, teenage form.  Sura
Fel gasped in no small amount of desire as she watched his towering
cockmeat swell into its full size, every throb flinging thick hot strands
of precum about in random directions.

   "Your alternative," he said, "is to keep attacking me in hopes of
drawing blood.  But might I suggest that you try the peaceful way first. 
You are welcome to attack me again if my seed does not perform as
promised." He chuckled again, and his baritone rippled sensuously across
her skin, sending exquisite tingles of pleasure shivering through her.

   Sura Fel just eyed him - or rather his humongous cock - with a mixture
of wariness and rampant desire.  He cocked his brow at her.  "If you do not
wish to extract my seed, I will of course not force you.  My concubines
will perform the service." He gestured, and two of his concubines roused
themselves, both pregnant half-titan daughters who hovered through the air
to start stroking their father's massive erection.  Alexantric groaned in
pleasure, his godlike cock throbbing, as he never took his eyes off Sura
Fel.

   "Damn that," Sura Fel said.  She'd lived by her impulses her whole life
- both violent and sexual - in pursuit of her hedonistic pleasure, and she
wasn't going to stop now, even if her lusty impulse was to fool around with
an actual male.  She sheathed her weapons, and the concubines drew aside as
the fallen angel gingerly took that massive shaft in her hands.  The
half-titan girls giggled and began making out with each other, slurping
lewdly on each other's tongues as the fallen angel played with their daddy.

   The Titanlord's phenomenal fucktool was warm and meaty, pulsing gently
in her hands.  It was still slimy with juices and leaking pre, and she
massaged it, hovering up into the air so she could stroke all up and down
its two full feet of fuckable length.  Alexantric smiled at her, and it
warmed her heart into a puddle of goo as rampant lust surged through her.
Impulsively, she kissed the tip of his cockknob, tasting his surprisingly
delicious pre, and then opened her mouth wide to suckle on his bloated
cockhead.

   Alexantric placed a single broad hand on her head, tangling his fingers
in her luscious black locks as she moaned lewdly.  Her cheeks bulged out as
she suckled him, and her fingers scrabbled on his shaft, jerking and
stroking him as best as she could from her position.  The two kissing
daughter-concubines rejoined them, stroking their daddy's lower shaft and
balls, which Sura Fel couldn't reach from her hovering position where she
was blowing his knob vigorously.

   Waves of pleasure rolled across her, beyond anything she'd ever
imagined, each ripple of euphoria semi-orgasmic.  When the Titanlord blew
his load, it was an incredibly powerful geyser, gushing hot thick musky
delicious spunk down her throat with such force that it blasted her mouth
off his cock.  She cummed wantonly, her body convulsing in mid-air as she
tasted his incredible cum, and as his fat ropes carpeted her.

   Alexantric was groaning bestially as he spunked and spunked and spunked.
His daughter-concubines guided his violently lurching member to spew onto
every inch of Sura Fel's flesh, as the fallen angel was seized with the
most intense ecstasy she'd ever had.  Not only orgasmic pleasure, but
titanic strength and immortality, surged through her, filling her with
eternal life and strength even more incredible than she already possessed.

   For nearly half an hour, the Titanlord blanketed her in thick coats of
fertile cum, as the fallen angel juiced and juiced and juiced.  When he was
done, Sura Fel collapsed weakly to the cushioned floor, panting and gasping
for breath.  "There, did I lie?" Alexantric smirked, and began fucking one
of his daughter-concubines into a screaming frenzied heat of rapture. 
Other concubines, all pregnant, came to lick their master's cum off Sura
Fel, till she was clean again, save for her sweat.

   Endowed with semi-titanic life now, Sura Fel soon recovered and began
writhing with the concubines as Alexantric fucked his daughters.  Hours
later, she lay breathless in a hot sweaty lesbian tangle of concubines, and
the Titanlord had nutted several times each in a dozen more He turned to
her and said, "You are free to leave, and also free to return whenever you
like.  My house is always open to you."

   Sura Fel had never before understood how the archangel's little sister
could have sworn herself so readily to a single lover...until now.  "No,"
she said.  "I want you to fuck me, and breed me, and breed our daughters. I
want to be your concubine, and live with you and your daughters for all
time."

   He smiled, and her skin tingled at the sight.  "So be it," he nodded. 
He knelt before her, the other concubines scooting aside to make room for
their master, as Sura Fel eagerly spread her legs, revealing her dripping
wet honeypot.  He placed his enormously obese knob at the entrance to her
fresh young pussy, and slid in.  Sura Fel threw her head back and screamed
in obscene ecstasy, as his titanic cock stretched her and filled her in
ways she hadn't known possible.

   Her cunt clenched and rippled around his wonderful cockmeat as he
impaled her, even invading her fertile angelic womb with inch after inch of
thick lurching cock.  As soon as his balls squelched into her bubble ass,
Sura Fel shrieked, juicing even harder than she had before when he'd cummed
all over her.

   Alexantric grinned, and began fucking her orgasm-wracked body.  Over and
over he pounded into her juicy virgin cunt as she creamed and creamed and
creamed.  After hours of nonstop rapid jackhammering, in which Sura Fel did
not once come down from her high, his melon-sized nutsacks tightened, and
primal triumph guttered in his throat as he unleashed torrents of jizz
directly into her womb, slathering her eggs with neverending floods of
potent babymaking spunk.

   Sura Fel's delight skyrocketed even higher, her mind blanked, her body
thrashing and convulsing beyond her control, her pussy gushing and
squirting juices.  For a full hour, the Titanlord cummed inside her,
spurting and spurting and spurting and spurting and spurting.

   And when he was done, he began fucking her all over again, and again,
and after that...

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