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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 2 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg size inc oral fellatio anal
titjob rom
SUMMARY: Al and the girls journey into space, leaving behind everything
they've ever known.

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   Al and his six girlfriends - he supposed Bri, Penny, Grace, Lily,
Meredith, and Kristin were all his girlfriends, now that they had declared
their lust for him and intention to bear his babes - walked through the
arcade of the grand city on Mars, their eyes boggling at the sights. 
Gigantic statues were carved into the red rock faces of the cliffs on
either side of the city.  Songbirds of an alien variety warbled and flew
from tree to tree in the garden plots scattered throughout the plazas. 
People of many species walked to and fro, chattering in their many
languages.

   "How does Merlin expect us to cope out here?" Meredith complained. 
"It's all so strange."

   "You know he couldn't give us too much help," Grace pointed out.  "If
Merlin knows where we're going, then when Death comes back, he might be
able to track us down."

   "And these Star Trek magic charms sure help a ton," Bri said.

   "They're not Star Trek," Penny laughed.  "It's a magical enchantment or
what-have-you.  Not a, whaddyacallit, Universal Translation Device."

   "Same difference," Bri shrugged nonchalantly.

   "A translator machine could be stolen, lost, or stop working," Lily said
in her sweet, quiet voice.  "The magic he put on us is permanent."

   "I wonder if magic can stop working," Penny mused.

   They all looked at Al.  With his heightened intelligence from the
Stonehenge ritual that unleashed his soul, he also had acute awareness,
amazingly fast processing time, and an eidetic memory.  At his request,
Merlin had provided him access to Illuminati archives of comprehensive
history, culture, and whatnot about the larger universe, and Al had
devoured it, letting his newly eidetic memory store it all.

   He was currently scanning the plaza in which they walked, taking in
everything, but he felt their gaze on him and had been following the
conversation simultaneously.  "It can," he allowed, "but seeing as it's
Merlin's own magic, not bloody likely."

   ***



   "Daddy!" The heavily pregnant girl who was currently impaled on his
mammoth cock moaned, huffing out her interruption as her slippery cunt
contracted wetly around him.  "You skipped the good part!"

   Daddy, the cosmic Pendragon, chuckled fondly, his own tone hoarse with
pleasure as his daughter gently rode him.  "There's a lot of good parts,"
he said.

   One of his other surrounding daughters giggled.  "I think she means the
part where you say goodbye to Llaeloryn and Llaerelle."

   Daddy fondled the sensitive lactating boob of another daughter, who
moaned in delight at his strong yet gentle handling of her.  "Well, they
told me they had to return to their time--"

   "You know what she means, Daddy," yet another daughter giggled
hilariously.  Her hand rested on her flat tummy, as though she could feel
the hot seed still sloshing around her recently re-impregnated womb.  "The
sexy goodbye parts."

   "Ah," Daddy said, as if just realizing that, but the twinkle in his eye
let them know he had only been teasing them.  "Well, it was the night
before we went to Mars..."

   ***



   "I didn't even know NASA had an underground facility," Penny said, "much
less one miles deep."

   "The Illuminati, or whatever they call themselves, couldn't have secret
shuttles to Mars without NASA knowing, could they?" Bri pointed out. 
"Makes sense that those same shuttles would be here."

   They had just arrived in Florida from Stonehenge, thanks to Merlin
teleporting them all.  Al's twin girls were still with him, and walked on
either side of him, holding his hands possessively.

   "But why do you have to leave?" he was asking them.  "You said time is
more durable than that, so it's not like you're going to cause any
paradoxes."

   "No," Llaerelle tittered, "but you have to find your own way.  That's
what you told us yourself.  Er, will tell us yourself?"

   "Will have told us yourself," Llaeloryn offered.

   "That's the real reason they have to go back," Kristin offered dryly,
"so their brains don't explode trying to talk about the past and the future
in the right tenses." They all laughed.

   "Well, at least tell me some about this universe we're going into," Al
said.  "We're going in blind, and Merlin said he can't offer us much help
beyond sending us to Mars, or he'll put us, and Earth, at risk from Death's
wrath."

   "It's the same universe you're in now, Daddy," Llaerelle chuckled
breathlessly.

   He rolled his eyes.  "You know what I mean, baby."

   "We really can't tell you much, Daddy," Llaeloryn said a bit
regretfully. "We might accidentally spoiler you."

   "Because telling him you're his daughters by Penny from the future, and
that he will have amazing powers, isn't a spoiler already," Kristin
interjected again.  Another laugh.

   "Well..." Llaerelle said doubtfully, her resolve weakening.

   "Nuh-uh," Llaeloryn shook her head.  "That stuff was okay.  Daddy said -
you said - you will say--"

   "He will have said," Bri said helpfully.

   "--that we could tell you that," Llaeloryn finished.

   "I'm really that determined to make it difficult for myself?" Al said
incredulously.  "My future self, I mean?"

   "Well, it's really not that difficult for you, Daddy," Llaerelle said,
then clapped her hand over her mouth.  "Oops," she whispered behind her
hand.  "Is that a spoiler?"

   "See, this is why we can't stay," Llaeloryn pointed out.  "Ask Merlin.
He doesn't know the future beyond what his divination has told him, so he
can't accidentally spoiler you."

   ***



   "You still haven't gotten to the sexy goodbye," one of his pregnant
daughters, who was nuzzling his juice and cum-slimed nuts as the other
daughter still gently rode his massive cock, said petulantly.  "Just
talking about the boring conversation at NASA."

   "I can skip all those boring conversations if you like," the Pendragon's
eyes twinkled...

   ***



   Al's massive cock - over a foot and a half long, and thicker around than
a coke can - pummeled Llaeloryn's warm slippery teenage twat as she
convulsed beneath him.  His grunts were counterpoint to her high sharp
shrieks of mindless ecstasy as she juiced wildly.  Her pussy clamped down
around his piledriving sausage as her limbs jangled uncontrollably.  Her
twat was already leaking jizz around his cock from the previous times he
had cummed inside her that night already.

   It was after midnight and he and the twins were still fucking, and had
been for the past three hours.  They'd had loads dumped inside their cunts
and throats multiple times, and it was now that Al bellowed and sprayed the
fifth load of spunk that Llaeloryn had gotten in her ravished, impregnated
cunt that night.

   "Oh Daddy, I love you," Llaeloryn murmured tenderly, kissing his sweaty
chiseled pecs devotedly, her comparatively tiny teenage body crushed
deliciously beneath his muscular bulk.

   "I love you too, baby," he murmured back.

   "Daddy," Llaerelle said from beside them, "will you...will you fuck my
ass?"

   Llaeloryn squealed as Al's giant cock gave an almighty lurch inside her
cunt, and giggled.  "I think that's a yes!"

   "I've...I've never fucked a girl's ass," he admitted.  "Bri's talked
about maybe doing it, but we've never tried it yet.  Since we have to go
gentle, and you gotta worry about germs and stuff."

   "Well, you're practically immune to disease now," Llaeloryn said, "and
all your daughters are too."

   "And your magic cock fits anywhere," Llaerelle said brightly.

   "It's not actually magic," Llaeloryn corrected her.  "It's the spiritual
essence manifested into--"

   "You could listen to her long rambling explanations," Llaerelle
interrupted, "or you could fuck my ass!" She gave him the sweetest little
smile, and his cock lurched again inside Llaeloryn's cunt, who squealed
delightedly again.

   "But her explanations are fascinating," Al pointed out.

   "Not as fascinating as fucking her ass," Llaeloryn laughed.  "Do it,
Daddy!  I can't wait to see my sweet little sister's ass plowed!" She
squealed again as his dick throbbed a third time, and he pulled out.  Thick
hot spunk gushed from her ravished, stretched pussy, and she stretched
languidly with bliss.

   Llaerelle got on her hands and knees on the bed, and waggled her ass
back at him.  With no further ado, he grabbed her supple hips and pressed
his gigantic, apple-sized cockhead against her puckered rosebud.  The
impregnated girl he would soon sire moaned lewdly, and then gasped in
heated bliss as he pushed inside her, stretching her tight hot asshole
wide. It seemed impossible that his magnificent girth, even larger around
than a soda can, could fit, yet fit it did, and he thrust more and more of
it between her sweet round teenage cheeks.

   Al was in heaven.  Nothing could beat fucking a hot slippery cunt, but
the sheer tightness of her virgin asshole was intense joy, contracting and
convulsing hungrily around him as he stuffed his own daughter's buttocks
full of his manmeat.  Llaerelle - the sweeter and seemingly more innocent
of his twin girls - was moaning like a fuckstarved cockwhore, her cries of
breathy ecstasy getting louder and more wanton the more of his giant cock
he stuffed her with.

   As his heavy bloated nuts squelched against her, Llaerelle murmured
hoarsely, "Give it to me, Daddy.  Your little girl wants it hard and
rough!"

   Al could hear the truth in her voice, feel the truth in her ass
clenching around him, and obeyed.  He began thrusting in and out of her ass
hard and fast, his hips smacking so roughly into her cute virgin ass that
it reddened.  Llaerelle screamed her pleasure in an octave higher than any
he'd yet heard from her, and her juices sprayed from her 18 year old cunt.

   Over and over, he pounded inside her, going to town on his own teenage
daughter's ass, as she cummed wildly, thrashing beneath him.  And when he
finally unleashed his torrent of jizz inside her, she flopped senselessly
to the bed beneath him, as his seemingly unending jets of cockslop squirted
powerfully inside her core...

   It was a few hours later that Al lay in the bed - deep beneath the
ground in NASA's secret subterranean facility - his two beloved daughters
snuggled into his sides and snoring cutely.  He had deflowered both their
asses, and they were slumbering blissfully, their assholes and cunts both
still oozing their daddy's cum.

   The door whooshed open - the way a door in a sci-fi movie would - and
Penny came in.  She blushed a little to see his full nakedness again, but
only a little.  With his heightened intelligence, he'd finally understood
that Penny had always loved him, and had intended to bed him for quite some
time.  "Penraddin," he said, and his voice was full of love.

   "Hey Al," she smiled lovingly at him, and sat on the bed, stroking his
leg.

   Llaerelle stirred, and her eyes popped open as she realized Penny was
there.  "Mama!" she said happily, her exclamation waking her twin as well.
"Wanna join us?  We can have some fourway fun!"

   Penny flushed deeply, but only partly with embarrassment - mostly it was
lust.  "They need to have some alone time," Llaeloryn said softly to her
twin, and she disengaged from her father after kissing his cheek.  Puzzled,
Llaerelle followed her sister's lead, and the twin sorceresses stood up. 
"They're going to conceive us," Llaeloryn said in a stage whisper to her
turn - causing their parents-to-be to blush - and Llaerelle's features lit
up in understanding.

   "Bye Daddy!  Bye Mama!" they said, hugging and kissing them, before
teleporting away, back to their own time - which Al and Penny wouldn't
reach for nearly 19 years.

   "I know what they said," Al began, stroking Penny's hand, "and I want
to--"

   "I know," Penny smiled gently at him.  "We don't know what the future
holds.  Sure, Merlin gave us plenty of, what did he call it, credits...but
until we have some place in space to settle down, we shouldn't...  you
know."

   He smiled at her.  "It'll be extra special when we do, though."

   "Can I...  can I sleep with you?" she asked.  "I mean, really sleep."

   He held out his arms to her, and she shucked her clothes quickly,
letting him eye her luscious teenage curves, before crawling underneath the
covers so he could spoon with her, the girl who had loved him all her life.

   The next day, Merlin put them on the shuttle to Mars.  It wasn't the
sort of space shuttle they were expecting, the kind that was always shown
in NASA history and news.  Rather, it looked like a futuristic spacecraft
out of Star Wars.  It bore them to Mars in only half an hour, as Al and the
girls marveled at being in space for the first of what looked to be many
many times.

   The civilization on Mars, Al had explained to the girls based on his
eidetic reading, was ancient and known by the natives as Cydonia.  The
natives were near-humans but still technically a different species.  Bri
had wondered mischievously if Al could could still breed them, to which
Grace had replied that she was pretty sure Al's "super cock" could breed
anything now.

   And now they were walking in the open-air plazas of the grand Cydonian
metropolis.

   "Ugh," Penny complained, "for a legendary sword, this thing sure is
uncomfortable." She had a sword in a sheath strapped to her back; though it
was a longsword rather than a greatsword, she was too short to wear it
strapped to a belt.  This was the mythic blade Excalibur, which Merlin had
presented to her before they'd left.

   "One of the lost treasures of Atlantis," he'd told her, "the only one in
our possession.  It belongs to you, the royal heir, and will help you
unlock your magical ability."

   "I'll carry it for you," Al offered for the umpteenth time.

   For the umpteenth time, Penny replied, "Nah, this is my fucking sword
and no one else gets to be uncomfortable with it but me!" The other girls
rolled their eyes in good humor.

   "I've never seen alien clothes before," Grace pointed out what looked
like a Cydonian department store, for lack of a better word.  "Do we have
enough alien money to shop there?"

   "Er," Al hesitated.  "I think so." Merlin had given him enough credits
to feed an army for years, but he wasn't sure he wanted the girls to think
they could spend it all on whatever suited their fancy.

   "Ooh!" The girls enthused.  "We can try on outfits for Al!" And so they
dragged him in.  Cydonian fashions were loose and often revealing, and they
all modeled several sexy skimpy outfits for him, leaving an ever-growing
pile of clothes to buy beside him.

   "Girls," he finally said.  "We're still looking for a place to stay. 
Far away from Mars.  We need to travel light." They pouted but saw his
point, and settled for buying no more than two new outfits each.

   Al had found a starliner to a distant galaxy halfway across the
universe. The girls marveled at his ability to pick out a destination from
the hundreds of offered rides at the Cydonian interstellar transport
center.

   "I didn't know Mars would be such a traffic hub," Meredith mused.  "Or
is this normal once you're off Earth?"

   "It's cuz Atlantis was partly on Earth," Al said off-handedly.  "Even
after twelve thousand years since its destruction, many of those routes to
our system are still in use, being so well established."

   "Partly on Earth?" Bri echoed.

   "Oh, right," he said in realization.  "You haven't read those Illuminati
archives."

   "We have you for that, Al, baby," Kristin patted his stubbled cheek
fondly.  "Mmm, I like that stubble.  Maybe you should keep it."

   "It does look good, babe," Penny agreed.  "Maybe you could tell us about
Atlantis once we're on this cruise ship.  Might help me understand this
frickin' sword better too."

   And so he did.  Once they were in their luxurious cabin suite - with all
the credits he had, Al had decided not to skimp on personal space for them
- he regaled them with what he had learned.  Atlantis had been the grandest
city in the multiverse.  It was built in the cosmic nexus, and thus existed
in dozens of places at once.  One such place was a now-sunken continent on
Earth.  But it had been destroyed, twelve thousand years ago as Earth
reckoned time, by the Four Horsemen, unleashed by the Creator against the
Atlantean Nephilim for the sin of their great hubris.

   This naturally led into an explanation of cosmology.  In the beginning -
unfathomably long ago, before time itself existed - there was only Chaos,
and the being El Elohim Elyon, now known as the Creator.  The Creator had
watched as Chaos gave birth to horrendous monsters, such as Surtur and
Samael.  Curiously, he had stirred his finger in the primordial soup, and
the Old Gods emerged.  The supposedly fictional deities from ancient Earth
mythologies were some of these Old Gods, but there were Old Gods worshipped
the multiverse over, who varied greatly in power and kind.

   Then the Creator had undertaken the construction of the multiverse
itself out of Chaos.  He slew the chaotic monster Ourobouros, and used its
body for the cosmic framework, creating dimensionality, such that existence
itself could exist.  And within that shell, he built all that was.

   "That just sounds like more myth," Penny interjected.  "Is any of it
true?"

   "All myths are actually true, in one form or another," Al said,
"according to Merlin and the Illuminati archives.  Even in modern times,
there are records of and encounters with fantastical beings and events,
including angels and spirits and Old Gods.  Merlin himself was present for
many of those on Earth."

   The Creator centered his new multiverse around a keystone, which was the
cosmic nexus at the center of creation.  He created life throughout the
existence, but his favored race were the titans, long-lived mortals of a
caliber like unto Hercules or Merlin himself.

   Some of the Old Gods were quite taken with the various mortals the
Creator had made, and were worshipped by some of the mortals.  But the
titans did not worship the Old Gods, instead treating with them on
virtually equal terms.  Old Gods and titans bred, and their children were
the Nephilim, immortal and powerful beyond reckoning.

   "Is Merlin a Nephilim?" Kristin interjected astutely.

   "I'm not sure," Al said, "but I don't think so.  They're all dead now."

   "Let me guess," Bri said, "they were all in Atlantis when it fell."

   The Nephilim built the grand megalopolis Atlantis in the cosmic keystone
nexus, which flourished for eons.  Their civilization was highly favored by
Old Gods and the Creator alike.  But the chaos demon Samael, who had made
himself king of the primordial monsters, sought to tear it down.  With the
aid of the Four Horsemen dispatched by the Creator, the Nephilim defeated
him and his army and cast him down to hell, where the Creator bound him in
unbreakable chains.

   But the Nephilim's overweening pride at having overthrown Samael
displeased the Creator, and he unleashed the Four Horsemen against them,
overthrowing the greatest city in all the multiverse.

   "Wow," Penny said, "this Creator dude seems like a giant dick."

   "Well, in the Bible, God - who is the Hebrew interpretation of the
Creator - often does dickish things too," Al pointed out.

   "What do you have against giant dicks?" Lily spoke up in her quiet
voice, looking significantly at Al's bulging crotch, then blushed, as if
surprised she had spoken.  All the girls tittered.

   "Now wait a hot minute," Meredith said thoughtfully.  "If the Four
Horsemen were powerful enough to destroy the Nephilim - who seem about the
most powerful people in history, if they're the kids of gods and titans -
how the hell did your twin girls beat one of them?"

   This perspective stunned the girls into silence.  Penny spoke after a
minute.  "My girls are that damned powerful," she said proudly.

   "At least they were after Cockgod here nutted inside them," Bri laughed.

   "That," Al said, trying not to blush and mostly succeeding, "and it was
only one Horseman.  Plus he wasn't at full strength.  While they're
powerful to begin with, they are only at their fullest capacity when acting
on direct mandate from the Creator, such as when they were ordered to
destroy Atlantis."

   "Well, that's fucking stupid," Grace said.  "Is he trying to keep them
on a short leash or something?"

   "Would be my guess," Penny shrugged.  "He seems like a jealous type. 
Doesn't want anyone to think too highly of themselves that they forget
him."

   "This is totally insane," Bri laughed.  "Two days ago, this conversation
would be totally wacko.  Now here we are on a freakin' spaceship and
talking like it's totally normal."

   "This is our new normal," Lily pointed out quietly, and the weight of
her words lapsed them into silence again.

   Penny was the first to break it.  "So does this mean...  I'm a
Nephilim?"

   "Only fractionally," Al said.  "I mean, you're mostly human at this
point, being so far removed from the Atlantean ancestors.  But the royal
blood is strong enough to remain, giving you that magical potential Merlin
talked about.  And a human is nothing to shake a stick at either.  We're
one of the species that evolved from the titans."

   "So what?" Kristin stuck her tongue out.  "Does that mean we're stronger
and faster and smarter than other species out there?"

   "Not necessarily," Al admitted.

   "You excepted of course, baby," Bri said, patting his cheek.

   ***



   "Again with the boring conversations, Daddy," the pregnant girl bouncing
gently on his cock complained playfully.

   "I didn't know the histories of creation and Atlantis were so boring,"
he teased her, kissing her and nipping gently on her lower lip, prompting a
giggle from her.

   "They're not," another daughter said, "but you're telling us your story,
not multiversal history."

   "Come on and finish fucking her already, Daddy," another girl said, "I
need a hot load of daddy-sauce inside me next!"

   The girl riding his cock nodded fervently.  "Fuck me hard, Daddy! 
Finish us both off!"

   So he did, grabbing her hips - which seemed ludicrously small, even with
her pregnancy, compared to his large godlike hands - and yanking her up and
down on his utterly massive fuckpole, even as he bucked his hips up into
her.  His cock squelched in and out of her slick tight twat as she yelled
his name in a breathless litany of devoted ecstasy.

   Before long he was cumming, busting his obese ballsacks deep inside his
own daughter's lush dripping preggo cunt, as she flailed orgasmically in
his grip...

   ***



   "Okay, so what about Excalibur," Penny queried.  "Merlin said it was one
of Atlantis' lost treasures."

   "Right," Al nodded.  "Actually, there are a fair amount of Atlantean
artifacts - typically powerful either in magic or technology or both -
still remaining, both on Earth and in the other places that the city
existed.  The Illuminati control most of those on Earth.  But there were
some especially valuable and powerful treasures that were lost when the
Four Horsemen destroyed the city, and the royal sword was one of them. 
Others included a staff, a chalice, a book, an orb--"

   "This is gonna be a long list, isn't it?" Meredith guessed wryly.

   "Sorry," he laughed.  "If any of those other treasures survived, it was
in the other places where Atlantis existed.  Excalibur is the only one that
Earth retained."

   "And Merlin just...gave it to me?" Penny raised her eyebrow.  "I mean,
sure, maybe I'm the rightful owner, but it still seems awfully generous of
him to part with something so valuable."

   "The royal treasures are virtually useless to anyone who's not of
Atlantean royal blood," Al said.  "I guess he figured it'd do way more good
with you than collecting dust in a vault somewhere."

   "Does that mean King Arthur was a royal heir?" Kristin mused.  "Since
all the stories you hear with Excalibur are about King Arthur."

   Al nodded affirmatively.  "Apparently he was trying to sort of recreate
Atlantis, albeit just on Earth instead of in the cosmic nexus."

   "But you never hear about him using magic," Grace said.

   "Not all royal descendants have magical potential," Al reminded her,
"and even those that do usually don't awaken it."

   "But if Arthur had Excalibur too, how is it supposed to do anything for
me?" Penny asked.

   Al shrugged.  "You have more magic maybe.  I just know the history in
the Illuminati archives, not Merlin's reasons."

   "This is wild," Bri said again.  "But if we've run out of questions for
now, is there any fun to be had on this cruise ship?  Or do we gotta stay
cooped up in here?"

   "We could...  we could fuck," Lily said quietly, then blushed.  All the
girls tittered.

   "I know we're all gonna have his babies," Penny said, "but we really
shouldn't until we have a more permanent place to stay."

   "And I'm on birth control," Bri said, "but I dunno about the rest of
you. Oh shit," she suddenly realized, "I didn't bring any pills with me. 
Do aliens have birth control?"

   Al laughed.  "Yes, baby, they do.  But...I don't think it'll help.  With
what the twins explained to me, I'm pretty sure I'll knock up any girl if
even a drop of my cum gets in her pussy, even if she's normally barren."

   "That's wild," Kristin said, "and super hot.  Let's find a place to stay
real quick then!"

   For the moment, however, they followed Bri's suggestion and wandered
around the starliner.  There were bars, lounges, casinos, and strip clubs
galore.  The girls convinced Al to buy them alien alcohol, and got pleasant
buzzes before dragging him to a strip club to watch sexy alien women - some
more near-human than others - show off their bodies.  The girls kept
groping Al and each other as they watched, getting quite hot during the
process.

   "Do you have any bills to stuff in her g string, Al?" Kristin eyed the
bald, four-titted, blue-skinned babe who was giving the delighted Bri a lap
dance.

   "Credits don't work like that," he chuckled.  He waved his credit chip
at the alien stripper, and a miniature scanner in the cloth of her g string
picked it up, transferring a standard tip to the stripper's account.

   "Well, that's not as fun as stuffing bills in her g string," Kristin
pouted, and Al laughed.

   A portly alien man with deep blue skin (darker than the 4-titted
stripper's) waddled over to them.  He was nearly as tall as Al was, but
much wider, standing on stubby legs.  A garishly colored robe dressed him,
and he spoke in an aristocratic manner.  "Greetings, ladies and gent.  I am
Driemesh Lar'kosa, and this establishment is one of many I own."

   The girls greeted him politely, and he continued.  "I see you are
enjoying the beauties here." They nodded, with an enthusiastic 'Oh yeah!'
coming from Bri, who was still getting lapdanced.  "I wonder if perhaps I
could entice one of you to dance for us?  Not as a job, I know, but just as
a onetime adventure?"

   The girls blushed, and Al raised his eyebrows.  He didn't want the girls
to do anything they felt uncomfortable with, but they were pretty
adventurous after all.  And learning the true vastness of the universe -
well, multiverse, technically - had caused them to shed several
inhibitions.

   "Oh, I'm definitely up for that," Bri said.

   Driemesh Lar'kosa wrung his hands apologetically.  "I am sorry, my dear,
but I was referring to one of you specifically.  Him." He gestured to Al,
whose eyebrows shot up in surprise.  The other girls burst out laughing.

   "Er," he said, "I'm flattered, but I dunno if I wanna dance for a bunch
of randy guys.  I don't swing that way."

   "Of course, of course," Lar'kosa nodded, "but perhaps in the ladies-only
lounge next door?"

   "Do it, Al!" Grace giggled, and the others egged him on as well.

   He couldn't deny them, and nodded with a rueful chuckle.  "Looks like
you have yourself a stripper, Mister Lar'kosa."

   So he found himself on stage in the ladies' lounge, wearing a tight
black thong that couldn't possibly constrain his mammoth shlong, and so
settled for only being a too-small pouch for his bloated nuts, which bulged
out of it as his enormous slab of dickmeat hung down to his knees.  Some
other female strippers - all aliens - had oiled him up in the back till his
muscular flesh was gleaming, and one of them - the same four-titted
stripper who had given Bri a lapdance - couldn't resist blowing him.  He
had groaned in ecstasy, unable to deny this luscious alien babe her strong
desire to taste his human cock.  She massaged her large boobs around his
shaft as she suckled on his enormous knob, giving him a four-breasted
titjob!

   He had cummed inside her mouth, surprising her with the force and volume
of his jizz, and she'd eagerly swallowed, getting off from the taste and
heat and virility of it.  Apparently even alien women weren't immune to his
charms.  So then he had gone out on stage, his cock gleaming from oil and
drool as cum dripped to the floor, and begun dancing around.  He was a bit
hesitant at first, but the cheers of the many women in the lounge -
including the whoops of his girlfriends - urged him on, until he was
shaking his hips like a pro, his huge cock swinging and slapping about to
everyone's delight.

   It felt like just a few minutes, but it was actually a couple of hours
later that he finally walked off stage, flushed with excitement.  He was
PROUD of his incredible new masculinity, and it felt good to show it off in
semi-public to a bunch of hot horny women.

   "It is as I suspected," Lar'kosa met him backstage, "you are a sensation
to females.  I've never known a Cydonian to be so pheromonal - you are
Cydonian, yes?"

   "Close," he said.  "Human."

   "Ah," Lar'kosa nodded.  "Common enough throughout the worlds, but not
typically seen in Cydonia's galaxy except on that one little planet, I
forget its name.  No matter.  Here are your tips.  Minus the club's 10%
cut."

   Multiple thousands of credits were added to his credit chip, astonishing
him.  "That's...  very generous of you," he managed.  He had many millions
thanks to Merlin, but the fact that all those women had tipped his
performance that much...

   "Very generous of your fans, I should think," Lar'kosa waggled his
eyebrows.  "I have a proposition for you.  You know of Salheed, yes?"

   Al did.  It had been in the Illuminati archives.  It was a world in
another dimension, a major hub of culture, trade, and traffic in its corner
of the multiverse.  It was one of the many options he was still considering
for a permanent place to settle down, far away from Earth (so as to elude
Death, who wouldn't know where to look past that planet).  He nodded.

   "I am on the corporate council there, with a number of interests
onworld," Lar'kosa continued.  "One of my largest interests...is an
exclusive brothel." At Al's incredulous look, he held up his hands
placatingly.  "I know, you don't, how did you say it, swing that way. 
Trust me, we have a number of attractive female clientele.  Wealthy and
attractive female clientele, I should say.  And we're exclusive enough that
you could refuse service to anyone you see fit."

   "Oh my god, Al," Bri said, as she and the other girls came up behind
him, having been ushered backstage by the four-titted stripper.  "You being
a gigolo?  That's so hot!" The other girls agreed.  They were already
sharing him amongst themselves, and it was only a small leap to share him
with other females; they had already seen some of his future daughters by
other women besides, at Stonehenge.  Penny had spied on his getting a
4-titted blowjob from the alien stripper and had gleefully reported that to
her friends, in fact.

   "Uh," he said.  "I don't know, Mister Lar'kosa.  That's a very... 
generous offer.  But I...  there's no birth control that's effective when
I'm involved."

   Lar'kosa raised his eyebrow, but the avaricious interest in his
expression only increased.  "That is ideal.  We have a number of clientele
- wealthy female clientele," he clarified, "who have a particular desire to
be, shall we say, bred.  Sometimes they wish a child of superior genetics,
other times breeding is their fetish.  What say you?"

   The idea was definitely hot, and his girlfriends clearly liked the idea
- and a permanent place in Salheed would be great from what he had read of
it in the Illuminati archives - but he wasn't certain he wanted to be an
anonymous father to babies he would likely never see again.  "I'll think
about it?" he said.

   "The starliner reaches Mutau cluster in a week," Lar'kosa said.  "I will
be disembarking then, so I will wait that long for your decision.  Until
then, you may enjoy yourselves at any of my onboard casinos and clubs at no
charge." He gave them a sweeping bow, and waddled off.

   "I like him," Lily said quietly, and the others agreed.  Al had to admit
Lar'kosa was personable, and though he was greedy and avaricious, he could
tell that the blue alien businessman was nonetheless honest and genuinely
thought well of Al, as a business prospect to invest in and treat well, if
nothing else.

   Although he wouldn't have trusted himself to judge the character of an
alien stranger just a few days ago, his heightened awareness and
observation skills filled him with the confidence to trust his own
judgments now.

   The next day - after a night of sweet, hot, but chaste cuddling in the
expansive bed of their luxurious cabin suite - they were enjoying
themselves in an anti-gravity swimming pool onboard the starliner.  It was
a giant chamber where gravity was not in effect, so that they could stroke
gleefully through mid air.  A breathable 'aerial fluid' - as the brochure
described it - filled it, so that pleasant sensations akin to water flowed
past their skin as they swam through the air.

   The girls were in new bikinis they had bought on Cydonia, whereas Al was
in that tight black thong from the strip club.  No swimsuit could conceal
his mammoth shlong now, so the girls had convinced him to swim in only
that. The majority of cultures in the multiverse were looser than Earth
about public nudity and even public sex - they had seen more than one
couple shagging in public aboard the starliner - and Al was more confident
about displaying his 'wares' (so to speak) after his adventurous strip
dance the previous night, so he assented.

   The aerial fluid flowing about his immense slab of manbeef did feel very
pleasant indeed, sensual and tingling.  His girlfriends kept copping feels
of it as they swam by, tittering madly.

   "Hey stud," a new female voice spoke from the side as he swam, "is that
package just for show, or does it do tricks too?" Al turned to see a
strikingly lovely young near-human woman, with long lavender hair and
slightly glimmering pearlescent skin.  Her boobs were enormous - each the
size of a basketball - and were completely uncovered, baring her puffy,
taut nipples.  A bright red thong was scant cover for her cunt.

   And somehow, he felt he knew her, or that he should know her.  "Are
you," he paused hesitantly, "are you my daughter?" She beamed at him,
confirming his supposition, and embraced him fiercely, shamelessly rubbing
her bare boobs into his chest and grinding her barely clad pussy along his
shlong.

   "Oh, Daddy, I love you!" she pressed many kisses to his face.

   He chuckled breathlessly.  "I'm afraid I don't know you, though.  Yet,"
he added.  "But I'd like to." He winked at her, and she giggled
delightedly, feeling his cock begin to stiffen and throb.  His other
girlfriends had overheard and were watching enthusiastically.

   "Well, I'm here to tell you something important, Daddy," she said,
"but...  could you fuck me first, please?  I'm so horny for you!" She was
practically humping her crotch into his now.

   "Here?  Now?" he said in surprise, and she nodded fervently.

   "Oh god, public sex, that's so hot," Kristin said, and the other girls
agreed.  Al's inhibitions, just like theirs, were wearing away, and his
lust rose to the fore.  He gripped his new alien daughter's slender hips -
wresting a gleeful squeal from her - and plunged his stiff thick long rod
inside her luscious wet pussy, pushing aside her scarlet thong and
spreading her tight canal with ease.

   In mid-air they writhed, bucking their hips into each other, sweating
and gasping as his giant dong pounded frantically into her gushing alien
twat.  They weren't particularly aware of their movement through the aerial
fluid, rotating and floating aimlessly in mid-air as they fucked, the fluid
flowing sensuously about them.

   His girlfriends watched lustily as they did so - and so did a fair
number of other swimmers in the large anti-grav pool, many of them sexy
alien babes.  As Al grunted and began nutting inside his alien daughter's
juicing teenage cunt, Bri could take it no longer, and pulled Penny into a
crushing embrace, kissing her fiercely.  Penny was shocked, but totally
turned on, and quickly returned Bri's passionate kisses, and the two girls
felt each other up lustily as they made out.

   For an hour and a half Al fucked his newest daughter, cumming several
times inside her constantly climaxing pussy.  Bri and Penny's makeout
session soon turned to lesbian scissoring, as their quivering cunts rubbed
against one another.  The other girls couldn't help but touch themselves as
they watched, and so did a number of the other alien babes floating around
them.

   At long last, Al was cradling his magnificently ravished young daughter
in his arms as she lolled in senseless bliss, her cunt still contracting
slickly around his bulbous throbbing dick.  "Oh, Daddy..." she moaned in a
devoted, delirious murmur.

   "I still don't know your name," he said teasingly, and this stirred her
into a low hearty laugh.

   "I'm Asiehna," she answered after a few moments, as she marshaled the
breath again to speak.  "I have...  an important message for you, Daddy..."
She broke off into more moans, her eyelids fluttering as his cock kept
throbbing gently inside her twat.

   "Maybe you should pull out of her," Grace teased him, "so she can get
blood flowing to her brain again." The other girls giggled, including Bri
and Penny, who were clutching each other in the afterglow of their lesbian
love.  He acquiesced, and Asiehna whined disappointedly as she felt his
gargantuan cock slip out of her with a lewd wet plop.  He kissed her nose
fondly; he had only just met her and barely knew her, yet he loved her on a
level deeper than he could imagine.  She was his daughter!  The thought
still blew his mind, despite having loved and bred the twins already.

   "Mmmm," Asiehna moaned, slowly recovering the power of speech.  "So,
Daddy, I'm here to tell you...  you can take that job in Salheed."

   He raised his eyebrow.  "What happened to finding my own way?"

   "Well, this isn't about developing your powers," she pointed out
reasonably.  "And it's an especially important decision, since I know
you're worried about the fate of any daughters you sire.  I'm here to tell
you...  don't worry.  Everything will be taken care of, though you may not
know how.  In fact, you should fuck every single babe who wants you."

   "Really?" he arched his eyebrow in surprise, but all the girls saw his
cock twitch madly at the notion, and they laughed delightedly.

   "Really," she kissed him.  "That includes Penraddin and Brianna and the
others.  Your situation will be stable enough that you all can take care of
the kids."

   Al blew out his breath.  "I...thank you.  That is a big weight off my
mind.  But," he added teasingly, "isn't that a spoiler?"

   "Oh, am I a naughty girl, Daddy?" Asiehna said with a wide-eyed voice of
breathy innocence.

   "Before y'all start fucking again, horndogs," Bri cut in with a laugh,
"I think the rest of us deserve a turn.  I've had to go two whole days
without fucking my boyfriend, and the rest of your fanclub has never had
the chance yet."

   "It's okay, Daddy," Asiehna nuzzled his nose.  "You'll fuck me as soon
as I get back.  Your future self, I mean." She winked, and vanished in a
shimmer of sparkles, just as Llaerelle and Llaeloryn had."

   "One thing I want to know," Meredith wondered, "is what's with these
crazy names your future kids have.  They're like something an amateur
fantasy writer would dream up."

   Kristin laughed.  "Well, they're probably in alien languages."

   "But what about our twins?" Penny asked.  "Why would we name them names
like that?  I don't know what they mean or what language they're from."

   "You name them that because you've already met their future selves,"
Grace said.

   "Maybe," Penny mused.

   "We could stand here wondering," Bri said, "or we could get back to the
cabin and let Al fuck our brains out!  I know I'm not the only one horny
for that fat cock!"

   Despite her assertion, Bri wound up insisting that Al and Penny be left
alone in the cabin first for a while.  The other girls agreed; the two had
loved each other their whole lives, and now that they recognized it as
love, were about to undertake a very special consummation.

   Now alone in the cabin, with the lights dimmed, Al cradled Penny gently
against him, leaning down as she stood on tiptoe to kiss tenderly.  It was
their first real kiss, and he relished her sweet delicious taste.  Their
hands wandered each other's bodies - Penny was fascinated with all his
muscles, not just his magnificent dick - and Al untied the string of her
bikini top.  She moaned lightly, and pulled back slightly to allow the
cloth to slide down her torso, so that her large perky tits could rub
sensually into his chiseled torso.

   After more kissing, he pulled back and grasped her tits gently, fondling
them and tweaking the hard puffy nubbins stemming them, as Penny gasped and
moaned hotly, her eyelids fluttering as her hands gripped his wrists. 
"Penraddin..." Al murmured in a heated whisper, "will you have my babies?"

   "Oh god yes, Al," she mewled, only semi-coherent, and they fell into bed
together, wriggling out of their thongs.  His massive cockknob teased the
tight puffy lips of her pussy, and she arched her back beneath him as her
shaved pink labia spread wide around the huge bulk of his thick throbbing
shaft.

   They stroked together, his giant cock plunging deep inside her virgin
teenage twat, until his fat balls squelched into her bubble butt.  She
writhed beneath him, crying out his name in huffed ecstasy, and together
they began fucking, pounding their hips together over and over.  Her slick
satin cunt wrapped tightly around his piledriving dick as his obscene
length and girth stretched and stuffed her beyond her imagination, filling
her with tidal waves of rapture.

   As she began convulsing beneath his muscular weight in climax, he
grunted, and began dumping his load deep inside her, drowning her womb in a
deluge of boiling baby batter.  Penny could feel the hot thick gunk
spurting inside her with the force of a fire hose, and the sensation only
heightened and extended her own orgasm, as her nails raked his muscular
back, feeling her alpha stud get his rocks off inside her and impregnate
her virgin pussy.

   They didn't stop fucking after that however, but kept celebrating their
joyous love together in steamy sweaty sex.  Neither noticed Excalibur's
blade - propped up in the corner - beginning to glow, that faint light only
partly visible from within its sheath.

   When the other girls returned later, only Bri noticed the faint gleam
emanating from within Excalibur's sheath, but she decided to wait until
later to point it out.  She and the other girls gleefully crowded into the
expansive and luxurious bed with Al and Penny, and Bri claimed him first,
riding her boyfriend's newly enlarged cock for the first time and bouncing
herself to a tremendous, mind-shattering orgasm, as Al pumped wad after wad
inside her fertile cunt.

   Grace, Kristin, and Meredith were no less enthusiastic, as Al felt up
their sexy horny bodies and kissed them before plunging his huge fleshy rod
deep inside their slippery virgin pussies as they thrashed in rapture. 
Shy, quiet Lily surprised them all the most, however.  As she lay beneath
him - her pale arms around his neck, her long black hair spread in a fan
around her head on the pillow, with his immense cockhead lightly touching
the steaming entrance to her soaking wet cunt - she whispered, "Al, do you
remember how I used to call you Mister Al back when we were younger, even
though you always told me to call you just Al?"

   He looked into her huge dark blue eyes.  "I do," he whispered back
huskily.  The other girls, ravished and impregnated and magnificently
exhausted as they lay in sweaty tangles on the bed, turned their heads to
watch the exchange.

   "Can I," Lily said, "can I call you Mister Al again?  I like it, I like
knowing you're in charge of me." She bit her lip cutely, and he smiled, his
cock twitching.

   "Of course, baby," he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her full plush
pink lips.

   "Then...  fuck me, Mister Al, please!" she said fervently.

   He kissed her again, and thrust his giant arm-sized dick between her
tight virgin lips.  With the difference in their heights, their faces came
apart as he drove deeper inside her, and Lily moaned lustily in her sweet
voice.  "Oh, Mister Al!  Yes, Mister Al, yes, fuck my little pussy, Mister
Al, oh god yessssss!"

   Her naughty words, delivered in her breathy innocent voice, lit a flame
inside him, and he began railing her soaked fucktunnel as she screamed in
pleasure.  Their hips slapped together roughly as his balls squelched
against her ass over and over.  By the end of it, Lily was shrieking,
"Yessss, Master, yes, nut in my little pussy, Master, breed my bitch cunt,
Master oh god yessssssss!"

   With a terrific bellow, Al began rocketing jizz deep inside her young
teenage twat as Lily crested her third orgasm, and their bodies were
practically glued to each other with sweat by the time they were done.

   "Wow," Meredith managed to say.

   "That was so fucking hot," Kristin said.

   "I..." Bri said, awed.  "I have no words."

   "That's a first," Penny giggled, and they laughed.

   Bri stuck her tongue out at them, and said, "So before we fuck some
more, I have an announcement."

   "If it's, 'I'm pregnant!', we know," Grace said, and Bri playfully
punched her bare shoulder as she tittered.

   "Besides that, goof," Bri said.  "While Al and Penny were fucking, we
stopped over in some solar system--"

   "Star system," Meredith corrected.  "Solar system is Earth's star
system."

   Bri didn't break stride.  "--some star system, with two suns!  Look out
the window, see?" She hit a switch on the wall, and the hatch over a wide
viewport opened, giving them a breathtaking view of two bright stars
orbiting around each other.

   "That's gorgeous," Lily murmured.

   "I found out that, in the local language," Bri continued, "they're
called star-blossom and star-diamond." She looked significantly at Al and
Penny.  "The original names for them in that language are - get this -
Llaeloryn and Llaerelle."

   Al and Penny looked at each other, astonished but gleeful, as the other
girls whooped.  "That's where we get the names from!" Penny exclaimed
excitedly, pressing a kiss to Al's lips, even as Lily stirred beneath him
with his cock still fully planted inside her.

   "The suns where we first made love and conceived them," Al kissed her
back.

   "Now then," Bri said, and glanced at the still-glimmering Excalibur that
no one else had noted yet.  In a split second she decided that could wait a
little longer, and altered the trajectory of her words, "now then - let's
all fuck some more!"

   And of course, they did.

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