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 TITLE: Jerce's Lovers and Daughters
PART: 2 of 2 - A High Centurion's Family
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ piv preg cons size rom ScFi fant inc
UNIVERSE: Grand Trinity
SUMMARY: Living in the paradisal center of the universe, Jerce lives a
life of endless bliss with his horny daughters, including his youngest and
most powerful.  Written as an excuse for an epic battle scene.  Set in
Grand Trinity, an epic space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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   "Daddyyyyy!" The 21 year old girl huffed out her bliss in breathless
cries of exhilaration as she bounced atop Jerce's huge slab of cockmeat. 
Her wet pregnant pussy rippled and spasmed around his tremendous cock, and
with a guttural grunt of satisfaction, he spunked inside her.  Geysers of
his voluminous jizz spewed liberally into her cunt as she flailed
ecstatically atop him.

   Then she collapsed atop him, clutching him and pressing sweet kisses to
his face.  "Oh, Daddy," she murmured, "I love you."

   "I love you too, baby girl," he murmured back.  He turned his head to
see his wife, the Paladin Eeliah, smiling at them with open eyes.  "Did we
wake you?"

   "I was already awake," she replied.  "It's almost time for the morning
aurora."

   "Daddy," his 27 year old daughter, also pregnant with his baby, waddled
in, "finish up!  Morning chorus is about to start."

   Jerce kissed his 21 year old daughter and pulled her off his gigantic 16
inch cock, as she whimpered in disappointment.  He set her down on the
floor beside the bed on unsteady legs, and roused his other daughters who
were currently sharing his and Eeliah's bed.  His 19 year old girl rode him
piggy back as he held the hands of a 25 year old and 20 year old daughter
respectively, and went out to the atrium.

   This relaxed area was open to the fresh morning air, with no walls but
only exquisitely carved pillars.  The indigo sky, sparkling with distant
stars, was gradually lightening over the grand megalopolis of Atlantis,
home of Highgod and his chosen people.  Jerce admired the city, as he
always did, and his 22 year old daughter began sucking his huge cock while
they waited for the morning chorus.

   Jerce groaned lewdly as his nearly dozen daughters - all pregnant with
more daughters - crowded around him on the balcony.  His wife Eeliah
emerged from the bedroom, clad in her rich red, gold, and black Paladin
armor.  When they'd fallen in love on the distant planet where he'd been
born, Eeliah had taken her new husband back to her home in Atlantis, the
center of all things.

   Jerce had been awestruck.  Having been an uneducated peasant on a
comparatively primitive world, he was completely unprepared for the
grandeur.  Seven mountains - topped with temples, built upon with white
marble, and lush with greenery - clustered together in a freshwater sea of
healing waters.  The very air invigorated him, making him stronger and
healthier and more vigorous.  Even his mind expanded, so that he was able
to comprehend concepts that previously he'd had no notion of.

   He'd once thought of Highgod's paradise as being at the center of the
universe.  Now he knew there were multiple universes, each layered with
many planes and dimensions, which were themselves clustered into infinite
multiverses.  Highgod's personal domain, the High Empire, spanned a
Megaverse of 13 separate multiverses, orbiting together in metaspatial flux
around the capital of Atlantis itself, the center of all eternity.

   He'd not aged since coming here; he'd been told that he never would,
unless he left the city.  The very light shining from Highgod's palace atop
Olympus - the tallest, central mountain of Atlantis - sustained everyone
here.  Here, every pleasure and positive emotion was magnified, so that his
heart filled with love for his family, and theirs for him.

   No work was required of them, save to rejoice - which was Highgod's sole
command to his followers - and so he and his daughters spent their days
fucking and playing and wandering about the city.  Some of his girls were
into creating art; others kissed and played tag with the many nymphs, who
seemed to prefer pregnant girls; and still other daughters enjoyed
spectating the aerobatics of the flying eld titans, Highgod's chosen race
of people.  All of them enjoyed fucking and being bred by their well-hung
daddy of course.

   Eeliah left in the mornings and returned in the early evenings,
attending to her duties as a Paladin in Highgod's Legions.  She typically
spent years away, sojourning across multiverses far removed from the
Megaverse, but through the powers of time travel, she always returned the
same day.  Jerce had once asked her how she was able to be away from her
family for so long, and she'd informed him that the transformation into a
Paladin included an enchantment for persistently high morale.

   So while she missed him and their daughters, it was bearable;
particularly since she had several lesbian lovers among the Paladins. 
Jerce made pilgrimages to Aeonae's temple atop her Atlantean peak every
day, praying to the goddess of time to bless Eeliah's years away every day,
and the goddess always did so.

   The morning chorus began then, and a choir of the best singers in the
universe sang in soul-notes that reverberated happiness through all who
heard them, ringing across Atlantis.  From the promenades atop High Caer,
at Olympus' peak, they sang of Highgod's glory and heralded the brightening
of the aurora borealis into day.

   When it was over, ten minutes later, Jerce and his family bowed their
heads, murmuring praise to Highgod.  It was then he noticed one of their
number missing.  "Where's Celonara?" he asked, speaking of his youngest
daughter.

   "She left early," another 21 year old girl answered him, twin to the one
he'd just been fucking.

   "I'm leaving now too, dear," Eeliah said, kissing him goodbye.  "Now
hurry up and cum inside her mouth" - referring to his pregnant 22 year old
girl who was currently sucking him off - "so our other girls can get their
turn." His other daughters giggled as the Paladin vanished in a shower of
sparkles.

   Jerce obeyed, jizzing inside that hot tight wet throatcunt a couple
minutes later as his daughter shuddered in intense climax.  He spent the
rest of the morning fucking all his daughters, save Celonara who was
absent, over and over, till their pregnant pussies gushed juices.  Several
of them napped after that, fucked into senseless bliss by their beloved
daddy, while the rest went about their various activities, including
several that went down to the beach.

   At mid-afternoon, Jerce was in the atrium, listening to his 20 year old
twins playing a duet on flute and harp, while his 24 year old daughter
sucked his cock eagerly.  A whoosh signaled the arrival of his youngest
girl zipping through the air to land on the balcony.  "Hi, Daddy!" Celonara
greeted him brightly, her long black locks - which fell to her knees,
inherited from her mother - flapping in the warm breeze.

   She hovered over to her father, drinking up his musculature with her big
brown eyes - inherited from him - and kissed him sweetly.  She too was
pregnant with his baby - triplet girls, according to the oracle she'd cast.
She was clad from neck to toe in red and gold and white armor even richer
than her mother's, with a long cloak streaming behind her.

   At 18 years old, Celonara was a Centurion: an elite Legionnaire, whose
powers were as far beyond Paladins as Paladins were beyond mere mortals. 
She'd been chosen when she'd come of age upon her 18th birthday, and
bestowed the abilities of a Centurion.  All Legionnaires were chosen from
those with great hearts and souls, even if their physique or intellect
lacked, and were made powerful and strong and brilliant.

   Jerce sucked on her tongue just as his 24 year old daughter was suckling
on his cock, and Celonara giggled.  "How was your day, Cel?" he asked, his
deep baritone washing sensuously over her young skin.

   "Oh you know, Daddy," she laughed, "just another day..."

   ***



   In a universe far removed from the Megaverse, a vast array of
battleships gathered.  Studded from stem to stern with lethal weaponry, the
fleet of the conquering dominion surrounded the besieged planet below.  But
a child on that planet had offered up a sincere prayer to Highgod for
salvation, and so salvation came in the form of a single figure, armored
and cloaked, tiny in space against the battlefleet.

   A psychic challenge bellowed through the minds of all soldiers and
sailors of the dominion fleet.  Admirals and captains and generals laughed
at this lone champion...  until she spat lightning from her fingers to
utterly disintegrate a ship of the line in a single blast, leaving only ash
floating through the void.

   Shields were raised to maximum, and weapons were unleashed: supercharged
lasers and heavy torpedoes streaked towards the Centurion.  She didn't even
blink, the explosions and energy impacting her with no effect.  With a wave
of her hand, the turrets on a battleship's portside were wrenched towards a
frigate alongside it and spat destruction into their own ally.  As the
frigate burned, explosions guttering throughout the vessel, the Centurion
smashed the turreted battleship into another with a telekinetic gust.

   As admirals frantically ordered all weaponry to be fired at will, at
maximum strength, the Centurion zoomed forward, tearing a gash straight
through another destroyer, emerging from the other side.  Explosions
followed her, for she had smashed right through the power core, and the
entire destroyer detonated, debris flying everywhere in deadly shrapnel
that pummeled starfighters and cruisers alike.

   Starfighters chased after her, firing on her tail.  With upraised palms,
the Centurion sent them tumbling end over end through space with a powerful
telekinetic wave, till they smashed into another frigate.  Plasma nets
ensnared her, but she broke free of them with barely a flex of her muscles.
Mages, their castings magnified by gyroscopically stabilized
sigil-inscribed orreries and talismans, found the Centurion to be proof
against their conjurings.

   Summoned beasts were disintegrated, punched through a line of ships, or
banished.  Her mind was far too strong for control or manipulation.  Her
enhanced senses pierced illusions with ease.  Mystic bolts and energies
barely made her blink.  Her powers were too firmly entrenched to be
drained.

   As the Centurion disintegrated ship after ship with effortless blasts of
devastating power, the dominion brought forth its mightiest construct: a
massive battlestation the size of several dozen capital ships combined. 
The ray turrets studding its rune-scribed metal hide couldn't scratch the
Centurion, but it began charging its primary weapons array: a superlaser
capable of destroying a planet in a single shot.

   She could dodge the huge superlaser with ease, but it was pointed
directly at the besieged planet below; if she avoided it, the planet would
pay the price.  So as the superlaser fired a long continuous beam of thick
coruscating energy, the Centurion's body and armor glimmered like a living
crystal prism.  The superlaser struck her, but did no harm.

   Instead her translucent prismatic form began glowing within, pulsing
hotter and hotter, and expanding in radiance.  The weapons engineers of the
planet-destroying battlestation tried to shut down their cannon, but they
were unable to; the Centurion was draining the power core!

   As the battlestation darkened, its power lost, the Centurion's glow of
absorbed power was blinding.  With outstretched hands, she released the
energy in a storm of chained mystical destruction.  Flame, in a rainbow of
colors, arced from ship to ship, leaving space littered with ash and debris
as the dominion fleet was completely destroyed in a staccato wave of utter
destruction.

   Down on the surface of the planet below, the populace cheered, and the
Centurion laughed in delight, zipping all over the world at superspeeds,
casting dozens of healing spells per second as she mended the minds and
bodies of the rescued people.  Dead victims rose to life where she passed,
the trauma of their demises excised; buildings reformed from ash and
debris; and a blessing was laid upon the loam of the land, so that it gave
forth its bounty freely and effortlessly.

   ***



   "Liberating worlds, saving lives, and driving back the forces of evil,
eh?" Jerce smiled at his daughter.  "I'm so proud of you, baby.  You're
like an angel."

   Celonara blushed pink and tucked a black curl behind her ear.  "Angels
are Highgod's daughter-lovers, Daddy, not yours.  And they're way more
powerful than me and the other Centurions.  But thanks." She fixed with him
a look of pure passion.  "Now shut up and fuck me good!  Our baby girls
need a nice jizz-bath to help them grow!" She tittered, and Jerce groaned
as he filled up his 24 year old daughter's climaxing throat with cum.

   As his daughter pulled her well-ravished mouth off his humongous cock,
Celonara straddled her daddy's lap, letting his bloated knob and
tremendously thick shaft sink between her slurpy wet cunt lips.  Jerce
groaned in delight as her snug hot silk engulfed him, and his pregnant
daughter grunted in ecstasy, gripping her daddy's massive cockmeat
possessively as she impaled herself completely.

   His obese cockhead popped through her cervix into her womb, and several
inches of shaft followed, before his swollen balls squelched lewdly into
her succulent teen ass.  "Unnnnggghhh, Daddy..." Celonara panted, her face
shining with love and pleasure, her gorgeous eyes glazed over.  He groaned
her name and groped her milk-swollen tits, thumbing her taut nipples as she
began rippling her pussy greedily around his cock.

   "Cel..." His murmur of his favorite daughter's name was a ragged gasp of
passion as he began bucking hips hips up into her ass, fucking her horny
preggo love tunnel as she cried out in bliss.  She began bouncing atop him,
meeting his every upward thrust with a downward slam, till he was pounding
furiously into her gushing twat as she juiced.  Her 18 year old juices
poured out of her pussy, flooding his balls and puddling beneath them,
spreading outward.

   "Cum in her, Daddy," his other daughters urged him on gleefully,
stroking themselves and each other as they watched.  "You know how much she
loves it." Jerce did know, and Celonara shrieked out in incoherent
agreement.  He grasped her hips and yanked her down hard on his cock as he
impaled her with every pistoning thrust, their flesh smacking loudly and
wetly as he pummeled her drenched young cunt.

   Her flesh glistened, her hair flying in sweaty tangles, her tongue
hanging out of her mouth and flinging strands of drool everywhere as her
head tossed back and forth - she was frenzied by rapture from her
enormously hung daddy's pounding.  Jerce grunted like a beast then, hilting
himself once more as he pumped load after load after thick voluminous load
of hot geysering seed directly into her preggo womb...

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