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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 4 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg preg size inc oral fellatio
rom anal
SUMMARY: From man-whore to slave...to king?

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   Three heavily pregnant girls giggled lustily as they sandwiched their
Daddy's massive member between their enormous pairs of lactating tits. 
Their long hair, cute faces, and perky boobs were already covered in a
half-inch thick layer of hot gunk, and they were slowly working their
beloved father to another orgasm as he related his story, his huge
throbbing cock twitching and jerking deliciously against their juggs,
making their soaked cunts quiver and leak.

   "Okay, so since you'd just fucked the kitsune goddess," another daughter
said between sips of wine, as one of her sisters sucked on her delicious
tit, "that means...you're about to get to my favorite part!"

   "You mean the hot sex," another daughter teased - this one had a flat
belly only just re-impregnated - "or the politics?"

   ***



   Scarcely two and a half months had passed since leaving Earth - what the
Salheed calendar would reckon as somewhat over a half-season's time - yet
Al felt it had been a lifetime.  He had fucked and impregnated more girls
than he could count, become unofficial political advisor to many horny
female nobles, garnered obscene wealth, and catapulted to the spotlight as
the most famous whore in the multiverse.  He was very in love with his six
girlfriends too, as they were with him, and seeing their tummies grow with
each passing day filled him with desire and warmth.  Penny's tummy size was
outpacing the others, as she carried twins in her womb.

   He wanted to propose to them - they were already living in marital
bliss, but he wanted to make their polygamous bond official, and he knew
his girls would love planning out the pageantry of a fabulous alien wedding
that their riches could afford.  First he was contemplating the best way to
propose.  Back on Earth, a man might propose to a woman in front of all the
fans in a baseball stadium; he wanted to do something public and grandiose
too, but on a far greater scale.

   Marriage proposals also continued to crop up in his fanmail, but soon
the proposals began coming from more serious sources.  The matriarchal
queen - the first of his clients to whom he had begun giving political and
economic advice - twirled her fingers in his chest hair as they lay
entwined in her luxurious bed, in the afterglow of shared bliss. 
"Pendragon," she said softly but in a serious tone, referring to him by his
'official whore name' by which most knew him now, "I wonder if you might
consent to be my royal consort."

   He looked at her in surprise.  She continued, a bit hurriedly, "I know
there is another woman - perhaps several women - whom you truly love, and I
know you are fond of me, even if you do not truly love me.  But they could
all come live here with us, and I would spare no expense in providing for
them."

   He was silent for a moment, and spoke his thoughts aloud.  "You want to
add legitimacy to our child" - the queen's belly was swelling with their
unborn daughter - "and use me to influence other nobles." It was not a
question.  He was intimately familiar with the interstellar matriarchy's
politics now.

   A royal consort would be considered chief concubine of her
otherwise-all-female harem, and, as an official concubine, was eligible by
matriarchal tradition to be shared with 'favored' courtiers of the queen.
Thus he could fuck and thereby influence and advise both allies and rivals
of the queen, strengthening the royal hold on the court and assembly.

   In addition, the child sired by a royal consort would be a definitive
heir, whereas a man-whore's whelp could be challenged under certain
circumstances by noble houses who wished the queen to have an heir by one
of their own blood.  It was sound political strategy on the queen's part,
Al reflected, and he knew that she genuinely adored him.

   She merely nodded in answer to his statements.  "I am...  sorely
tempted," he said.  The opportunity to wield his capacity for leadership
more effectively very much appealed to him, that was true.

   "But?" the queen heard his tone.

   "But it would put my girlfriends under the same threat of assassination
that you yourself live under every day."

   "Very few queens are ever successfully assassinated," she pointed out,
"and as you can tell, I have yet to be."

   He chuckled wryly.  "Aye, I know.  But I just can't risk that for the
girls I love."

   "I understand," she said, and kissed him.  "My offer is always open to
you.  And I will continue to rent your services until I die or you change
your mind." He grinned, and they soon began fucking again...

   He brought up the subject with his girlfriends at dinner when he arrived
back home in his top floor penthouse in Salheed.  "See?" Penny stabbed a
fork in everyone's general direction.  "I told you I'm not the influential
royal here."

   "I'm fairly certain a proven heir to Atlantis could garner lots of
popular and political support throughout the multiverse," Al countered
offhandedly.

   "Right, but that would also let Death know where she is," Meredith said
wryly.  Al nodded.

   "It would make you happy though, wouldn't it, master?" Lily asked
astutely.  "Being royal consort and able to influence politics there more
directly."

   "Not to mention all that extra hot pussy," Bri chuckled.

   "It would," Al admitted, "but I'm already happy here.  And drowning in
plenty of extra hot pussy, I might add," he said dryly, prompting giggles
from his pregnant baby mamas.  "Plus if I was royal consort to her, I
wouldn't exactly have opportunity to advise all my other clients."

   "That's true," Grace agreed.  "It's a choice between more influence over
a smaller area" - this prompted a snort from Bri, as the matriarchy was
hundreds of star systems in size and could scarcely be considered small
except compared to the grand scale of the multiverse - "or less direct
influence over a larger area."

   "The only thing I want to know," Kristin piped up between bites, "is,
how hot are these babes in that queen's harem, and will I get to fuck them
too?" The table roared with laughter.  Kristin had been the first of the
girls to bring home horny female friends she'd met in Salheed city, which
she and the other girls - and Al, when he got home from the brothel - all
gleefully made love to.

   So while Al didn't take up the queen's marriage offer, it was only the
first such proposal.  Three more of his clients proposed to him in the next
week, which totally floored him.  The third of these cases, like the
matriarchal queen, was a hot woman who liked to bed Al in her own home, and
as such Al was ferried to and from her estate on a Lar'kosa shuttle.  It
was on the shuttle ride back from that estate that the truly unexpected
happened.

   Instead of his typical research with which he spent most of his spare
time now - that he referred to as 'reading' - he was sitting silently and
pondering.  In his mind he turned over the possibilities and wondered if
there was some way he could somehow be a consort to everyone, and thus be
more directly influential and helpful without having to do so over a much
smaller area than he did now.

   "Tether initiated," the homunculus A.I.  said, breaking into his
thoughts.

   "What?" he crinkled his brow.  "A warp tether?  But we don't have--
someone's tethered US?!"

   "Affirmative," said the A.I.  emotionlessly.  "Escape procedures
ineffective."

   Al groaned, knowing better than to trust the (relatively) simplistic
A.I. for information or escape, and slid open the viewport hatch.  In the
astral plane outside the Lar'kosa Enterprises shuttle, was a humongous
craft the size of a small city.  It was layers of miles-wide disks, varying
in size, stacked on top of each other and connected by struts and
electromagnetic links.

   He didn't recognize its like, but any further questions he had were
forestalled when he felt his body tingling: the onset of teleportation! 
Within a second, the shuttle vanished, and he found himself in a
cavernously vast chamber filled with hedrons and arcane three-dimensional
geometry, all flickering with sparkles and lightning.

   He had clearly been taken aboard the vast city-ship that had tethered
the shuttle.  And standing before him was a gaggle of drop-dead gorgeous
young women.  All stood between four and a half to five and a half feet in
height; all were exceedingly curvaceous vixens, with ample boobs; and all
had short horns on their foreheads, slightly more pronounced canines, and
twitching red tails.

   "Succubi?" he exclaimed, and one of them giggled as though pleased to be
recognized.

   "So this is the Man-Whore of Salheed," the one in the center, obviously
the leader, said in a sultry tone that made his cock throb.  She, like the
others, was completely topless, baring her large round juggs and puffy
nipples, and her skirted thong was translucent, giving tantalizing glimpses
at the wet pinkness between her thighs.

   "As full of vitality and...vigor...as was said, yes?" another succubus
said, her eyelids fluttering as she inhaled, as though sniffing his
pheromones.

   "You know, if you wanted to make an appointment, you just had to check
with the secretary," he said wryly.  More than one succubus tittered this
time, and the lead one smirked at him.

   "You are ours now, Pendragon," she said, and flicked her hands.  Several
mystic symbols of glowing light appeared in mid-air, and they formed four
small circles to wrap intangibly around his wrists and ankles.  Somehow,
they restrained his movement, so that he could only move his wrists and
ankles a few inches in any direction, as though there were invisible chains
binding him to invisible anchors.

   The lead succubus stepped towards him and ripped away his loincloth with
superhuman strength, baring his utterly massive cock, which was already
begin to swell and harden.  The other succubi gasped in delight, but the
lead one smiled triumphantly.  "Magnificent," she breathed, and then she
sucked his engorged knob into her mouth.

   Every rippling muscle in Al's body tensed as a paroxysm of ecstasy
passed through him.  Her extra-long tongue worshipped him inside her mouth,
and she sucked him deeper, practically inhaling his immense shaft down her
throat, bulging out her slender neck to obscene width until his cockhead
visibly vanished into her torso.

   "Oh god!" he cried out - prompting an ironic giggle from the other
succubi - as the lead succubus began blowing him enthusiastically.  He
instinctively pummeled her face with his hips even as she bobbed her head
eagerly on him.  Her tight throatcunt was incredibly hot and wet, and she
drooled lavishly all over him, sliming his nuts and inner thighs with her
copious slobber, and after only a few minutes, he was bellowing his
release. Hot jizz pulsed potently almost directly into the succubus's
stomach, and she shivered in climactic pleasure of her own, just from the
rich taste of his musky seed and the delicious sensations of his throbbing
meat flinging gob after gob of human spunk into her.

   He barely registered the astonished gasps of the other succubi, his
vision and senses lost in a hazy fog of lust and pleasure, as he cummed and
cummed and cummed.  His cockslop frothed out of the girl's mouth and spewed
from her nostrils as he filled her to the brim, before finally squirting
his last.  As the succubus gargled her throat blissfully around his huge
dick, still lolling in her own bliss, he finally became aware of his
surroundings again.

   The other succubi were looking around in awe.  The various glows and
lightning flickers of the many machines and artifacts in here were much,
much brighter now.  The forking crackles were also more numerous, with
louder cracks.  He didn't know exactly what this portended, but it
apparently had something to do with him.

   One of the succubi poked around at some of the artifacts and dials and
switches, calling up holo displays - it was an odd juxtaposition of
technology and magic - and breathed, "He just added enough energy to power
the city-craft for ten years!"

   "Sex magic?" Al arched his eyebrow, groaning slightly as the one
succubus kept gently glucking her throat around his pulsating cockmeat,
still not fully aware of her surroundings again.  The other succubi looked
at him, but didn't answer, exchanging meaningful glances between
themselves.

   It was several moments more before the lead succubus recovered enough to
pull off him and noted the changes with astonishment.  What followed, after
her crow that he was a prize catch indeed, was a gleeful reverse gangbang,
as succubus after succubus fucked their throats, cunts, and asses on his
massive pole.  There were more succubi than were originally in the chamber
as well, as though they were cycling through in shifts; it was a very large
city-craft, after all.

   Al was scarcely aware of anything but tremendous ecstasy, as he stuffed
hole after virgin hole, and pumped wad after wad into tight demon
virginities.  The brightness of the glows and lightning flickers were
nearly blinding by the end of it, and he was panting and sweating
profusely, as the last succubus slumped off his magnificent cock, a gush of
fuck juices flooding from her cunt as she moaned lewdly from the
aftershocks ripping through her.

   Other succubi were still around - it had been long enough that they'd
fucked him that there were able to stand steadily and think coherently
again, but thick cum still oozed from their ravished pussies and assholes -
and were poking at the various devices.  Al could only surmise that they
were adjusting settings and taking readings of some kind.

   "So," he panted huskily, "if I've given you enough power for a hundred
years--"

   "Seven hundred forty eight years," one of the succubi muttered absently.

   "--does that mean you'll let me go now?"

   "Oh, I think not," one of them said.  "We're going to feast on you for
quite some time, stud."

   He twisted his lip; he had been afraid of this.  Oh, they weren't
dangerous per se, at least not sexually.  Unlike most demons, succubi
desired only pleasure and cum rather than souls and blood; and contrary to
popular Earth mythology, their sexual appetites didn't drain the life from
their partners.  Indeed, he had very much enjoyed the amazing fucks, but he
wanted to stay with his girlfriends.  Even if he was a captive forever, he
knew they'd be fine; Salheed was extremely safe (virtually crime-free), and
they had more than enough wealth to live like queens their whole lives, but
he worried for them nonetheless, and would miss them dearly.  "I have--"

   "Unholy shit!" one of the succubi exclaimed.  "His chakric centers are
clogged!"

   Al raised his eyebrow curiously.

   "That can't be right, he couldn't possibly--" another succubus began,
but cut herself off, looking at him in amazement.

   A third succubus voiced the conclusion.  "He supplied that much tantric
energy...with clogged chakras?!"

   They began doing all sorts of scans of him, both technological and
magical, as though to determine what was causing the chakric clog.  "I can
tell you that," he said.  "I'm worried for my girlfriends, and I'll miss
them if you keep me captive."

   The succubi's eyebrows rose in simultaneous surprise, as though they'd
never considered a possibility like that.  "Do succubi not know love?" he
asked curiously.

   "We do," one said.  "But it takes us a long time to develop emotional
bonds, as we are primarily sexual creatures by nature.  And we didn't
expect the multiverse's most famous man-whore to have loved ones."

   The lead succubus who had been the first to blow him declared, "Then, to
unclog your chakras, we will bring your girlfriends here!"

   "Wait, what?" he sputtered.  "You can't do that!"

   "Sure we can," another assured him.  "We'll take care of them so you
won't be stressed.  You'll see them and fuck them all you want."

   "But-- But--" he tried several times to object before succeeding, "but
as captives?  I don't even know who you are!"

   The lead succubus sat down on mid-air and crossed her legs, her tail
twitching.  More cum oozed out of her pussy, squished as it now was between
her thighs, and dripped to the ground.  "We are the Unsworn Succubi of the
Mortal Circle."

   "Unsworn?" he repeated.  "You mean that you--"

   "We have freed ourselves from the shackles of demon overlords who would
use our skills only to manipulate, control, and even destroy their foes,"
the lead succubus explained.  "There were only a few of us at first, but
over the millennia, thousands of us have gathered here on this city-craft,
our home in the mortal plane, far away from the reach of those would punish
and re-conscript us."

   "We lead very pleasurable lives," another succubus said with a slightly
dreamy smile, "and a great number of us practice tantric magic to enhance
our comforts and lifestyle."

   "Tantric magic," he said.  "So you need lots of sex energy?"

   "Indeed," the lead succubus spoke again.  "Its most important function
is to maintain power and functionality for our city-craft.  Did you know
that you are the first male ever to set foot in our halls?  We have
maintained our virginity for untold centuries, unwilling to yoke ourselves
to a man.  But we greatly hungered for one worthy of our attention, and a
man's seed can possess great amounts of tantric energy."

   "So you searched for a, how did that one girl put it, vigorous man," he
concluded.  "And decided the Man-Whore of Salheed fit the bill."

   "And you are more than we could have dreamed," the lead succubus nodded.

   "Way more!" one succubus interjected, and then blushed, surprised by her
outburst as she gazed worshipfully at his mammoth cock.  Several titters
answered her.

   "But you still can't keep me here--" he said.

   "We can, and we will.  Do not worry, we shall treat you well, and your
loved ones well.  You will lead lives of utmost pleasure, and never want
for anything, and in return, you shall power our magicks."

   It was clearly not up for debate.  It was ironic, Al thought, that his
strongest asset - his phenomenal sex appeal which gave him so much
influence - was now the very thing keeping him here.  Before he could form
any more objections, more succubi came into the room - virgins he had not
yet fucked - and eagerly gave him their tight fertile cunts as his world
dissolved into rapture once more.

   He had no clock, but ever since his mental prowess had skyrocketed at
Stonehenge, Al had typically had a very good internal sense of time.  He
thus judged it to be two days - which were filled with ecstatic fucking as
he bred succubus after horny succubus - before Penny, Bri, and the others
were shown in.

   "Al!" Penny leapt to him and threw her arms about him.  He kissed the
top of her head, and wished he could embrace her in kind, but the mystic
bonds restrained his hands.

   "Are you alright?  Did they hurt you?" he asked concernedly, eying them
closely for any signs of harm.

   "We're fine, babe," Meredith said, as she and the other girls looked in
awe around them.

   "This chick--" Bri jerked her thumb behind her to indicate the lead
succubus, "--said that they could bring us to you, and that you were fine
but missed us."

   "We were worried sick!" Grace interjected.  "You didn't come home that
night, and no one knew where you were."

   "To be honest," Kristin said wryly, "at first I thought you encountered
some sexy babes and lost track of the time."

   "I encountered some sexy babes, that's for sure," Al muttered as he
looked at the succubi, and his girlfriends laughed, some of the tension
broken.  He explained the circumstances and background of the succubi, and
ended with his judgment, based on his observations, that the succubi were
basically good people - even if they were pretty much enslaving him - and
would treat them all well.

   That ended with them all fucking him delightedly.  Kristin especially
expressed great enthusiasm over fucking him while he was bound.  Lily had
been very quiet, shy as she was and brought to this strange new place, but
she overcame her reservations as his giant cock pummeled her soaking wet
preggo twat, yelling out worshipful litanies of 'Master'.

   After several hours - in which Al jizzed several times in all of his
girlfriends' tight hot willing holes - his preggo baby mamas finally were
sated, their supple flesh gleaming with sweat, their asses and cunts oozing
thick raunchy spunk, and their delicious tits - which were all larger than
before, as their bodies prepared to produce milk - heaving with their
afterbliss.  Bri huffed out, "Admit it, Al, baby.  You kinda like being a
sex slave, don't you?"

   "It is hot," he admitted ruefully, and they all laughed hoarsely. 
"Something about being so desirable that they're willing to enslave me to
have me, I guess."

   "And the twins and Asiehna did say our situation would be stable," Penny
tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "Apparently these succubi work out for us."

   "Will work out for us," Meredith corrected.

   "Will have worked out for us," Bri added.  Meredith stuck her tongue out
at her, and Bri leaned forward to suck on it, prompting a giggle from the
pregnant 18 year old brunette.

   And that was the start to their unusual life on the succubi's
city-craft, which floated through various locales: outer space, the astral
plane, and so on.  Al was almost constantly fucking.  There were thousands
of succubi onboard, and they were all constantly horny for more of him, and
the lead succubus had decreed that his girlfriends were to have unfettered
access to him, and indeed to most of the city-craft.  Al himself was kept
bound in that single chamber, which was the heart of the city-craft's
arcane engines that he was now powering with every girl he fucked, but his
girlfriends explored the rest of the massive vessel almost at will.

   They never learned the succubi's names.  Al knew from his reading, and
he told the girls, that demonic names were words of power, tools that the
knower could use to gain control of the creature.  Sometimes demons had a
public name, an appellation by which they were referred but which held no
magical influence over them, but these succubi eschewed that practice.

   The succubi soon found out Penny had burgeoning magical abilities.  Far
from being concerned or upset about a magic-user within their domain, they
delightedly began teaching her in the tantric arts.  Penny enjoyed her
training greatly - and not only because it involved lots of hot lesbian
orgies and fucking Al's huge cock, but also due to finally achieving real
power with her abilities.

   Before long, she was casting cantrips left and right, her every new
achievement delighting her succubal tutors no end.  Her magic was still
most effective when she wielded or wore Excalibur, but now she could work
some spells competently even without it.

   And, in a roundabout way, Al began advising the very succubi who held
him captive.  It began with simple disputes between succubal friends, when
one would complain about the other while licking his cockhead.  (This was
of course before she began blowing him in earnest and completely forgot
about everything but the sheer pleasure of his cock deforming her throat
with hard meaty thrusts.)

   The solutions he casually offered were always elegant and effective, and
soon he began giving advice on things of more import.  When one of the
succubi was down there - working with the arcane devices, not titfucking
him as were two other of her kin - she happened to lament their lack of
resources.

   "What do you mean?" Al had grunted out curiously, as the succubi
titfucking him took turns drooling over his engorged cockhead.

   "We have little to sell," the other replied as she tapped sigils on
talismans and displays.  "We have to pirate most of our supplies, and rely
on stolen worker bots to repair and maintain the city-craft."

   Al had pointed out the vast reserves of magical power the city-craft now
possessed due to his tantric energy, and this had led, through some more
artful suggestions, to the city-craft beginning a bustling trade in sheer
raw energy.  The lead succubi had come down a few days after their first
successful trade and confronted Al about his advice.

   "You seem to have given a lot of help to us," she said bluntly.  "Some
of my kin who were at each other's throats are now passionate lovers with
each other, and they both mentioned you.  And apparently it was you who
suggested the compromise about the formatting of the talismanic compendium.
And now I'm told that this very trade was originally thought of you by
you!"

   "I'm only trying to help," he smiled at her, knowing his grin weakened
her knees.  She reflexively smiled back, and her gaze darted to his cock,
still a massive slab of beef even flaccid, hanging to his knees.

   "Mm," she said noncommittally, tapping her chin.  She regarded him
silently for a few moments more, before bidding him to fuck her ass.  This
he gladly did, sending terrific monster orgasms crashing through her
now-pregnant body as he pummeled his cock inside her delicious bubble butt
with hard rough slaps of flesh on flesh, until he unleashed torrents of hot
gunky seed deep inside her puckered rosebud.

   Thereafter she consulted with him regularly on matters of governing and
maintaining the city-craft.  His advice invariably produced positive
results, and the succubi began valuing him for more than just the
incredible tantric energy and phenomenal pleasure he brought them.

   ***



   "Mmm, succubi are so fucking hot," murmured one of the two daughters who
now had his massive cock sandwiched between her giant preggo tits.  She was
drooling lavishly all over his knob inbetween eager, devoted sucks and
licks as he groaned in pleasure.

   "If you think they're so hot, go find one to fuck.  You know they're all
always up for fucking one of the Pendragon Princesses," another daughter,
who was lounging in a bubbling pool, teased.

   "Hells no," retorted the first one playfully, "I'm fucking Daddy. 
You'll just have to wait your turn."

   There was a good deal of tittering, and it was then that Daddy began
spewing huge blasts of jizz, with all the force and volume of a geyser. 
His pregnant daughters cummed just from feeling it cake them in hot
incestuous gunk, and it was several minutes before his cum fountain ceased.

   Then another daughter pushed between the two titfucking daughters and
claimed her turn, sinking her pussy down around his gigantic rod... 
Another daughter giggled and said, "You were saying about the succubi of
the city-craft, Daddy..."

   ***



   It was a couple of months later when another extraordinary development
revealed itself.  Al's six girlfriends were all four and a half months
along with their babies now, and their swollen tummies were outlandishly
adorable and sexy to Al, who couldn't help but pop an instant rock-hard
boner whenever he saw them.  Penny especially had a bulging belly, between
carrying twins and also being the shortest of the girls (not counting the
succubi).  One day Penny was fucking Al, partly for a tantric ritual she
was practicing and partly for their mutual pleasure.  He was standing
upright, his bound wrists and ankles not letting him do anything but drive
his hips back and forth into Penny's lush preggo cunt.

   Penny herself was lying back in mid-air - she had enough control of her
magic by now to levitate effortlessly - with her legs wrapped tightly
around Al's waist, hurling her body into his thrusts.  Her head was arched
backwards, her hair flailing about in sweaty strands, as she shrieked out
his name.  All the girls had become MUCH hornier once their pregnancies had
reached the second trimester, and none more so than Penny, whose pussy was
tighter and sloppier than ever with slick juices.

   Her juices slimed Al's massive monster cock now as he fucked her madly,
again and again and again, pounding into her slippery velvet cunt with
frantic force as their pleasure peaked over and over.  With every wet
squelch of his bloated nuts into her round bubble butt, jizz gushed out of
her cunt from his previous nuttings, pushed out by his gigantic fucktool
thrusting in.

   Symbols traced in fiery light of multiple colors hovered in mid-air
around them, glittering and flashing brightly every time Al hilted himself
again.  He did not know what magic they portended, only that they reacted
strongly to the fantastic ecstasy he and Penny both experienced whenever he
thrust balls-deep into her again.

   And then he was cumming, obese balls clenching against her ass, and she
thrashed in orgasmic joy as he pumped his fat ropes of cockslop into her
juicy preggo cunt.  And Al didn't want to stop, he wanted nothing more than
to cum and cum and cum and cum and cum inside Penny's delicious teenage
twat-

   That desire crystallized into a nugget of pure will inside him, and just
like that, it was so.  He jizzed and jizzed and jizzed, nonstop, his cock
planted as far inside Penny's cunt as it would go.  His cock pulsed and
pulsed and pulsed, spewing incredible geysers of jizz that sprayed deep
inside her before overflowing and flooding back out of her obscenely
stretched preggo pussy.

   Their minds were blanked by tidal waves of rapture, bliss spiking
through them, their awareness narrowed to his thick throbbing piston
lurching again and again inside her spasming cunt.  Everyone else on the
city-craft - his other girlfriends, and every last succubus, no matter
where on the vast vessel they were - experienced the same earthshattering
orgasm.  Girls stumbled to the ground, writhing and convulsing in
inexplicable bliss.

   And Al kept cumming inside Penny, whose own climax heightened further
and further with every blast he jetted inside her.  Minutes become hours,
and hours turned into more hours, into evening and night and morning again,
until a full day had passed.

   And then, only then, was Al's desire sated.  With a ragged, heaving
groan, he pumped his last spurt inside Penny, awareness of his surroundings
slowly coming back to him.  What he felt and saw shocked him.

   He was thigh-deep in his own jizz.

   The entire chamber, vast and cluttered with arcane engines and
technomystic devices, was flooded with his spunk, raunchy and steaming. 
Penny was no longer lying in mid-air, but floating on the pool of his jizz,
a fact that Penny only noticed a minute or two later as she came around.

   She jerked with a gasp as she became aware of the thick hot ooze,
arching her head up to look around in shock.  Then she met Al's gaze - and
burst out laughing.  Joyous, delighted, hilarious laughter, and Al couldn't
help but join in.

   Succubi soon came down, and were just as shocked by all the jizz.  It
turned out that Al had been cumming - and therefore, so had everyone else -
for a full 25 hours straight.  Several of the more academically minded
succubus witches put their heads together and finally theorized that Al's
vast tantric energies (due to his soul-unleashed vitality), Penny's
burgeoning magic skill (with her inborn Atlantean potential), and the deep
bond the two of them shared had contributed to this incredible mass orgasm.

   But Al knew that wasn't it.  That had only stirred the true reason to
life.  He had wanted to cum inside Penny, nothing else, and that will had
been his sole desire.  He had read about this phenomenon: psionics - the
ability to affect reality by will alone.  In some ways it was similar to
magic, but was a wholly separate beast.  Magic had rules, limitations,
energy and/or material requirements; psionics depended solely on the
strength of the user's will.

   Penny knew the succubi's theory wasn't wholly correct either, though she
didn't know the actual cause, only that it had something to do with Al. 
She traded a shrewd glance with him as she pulled herself off his cock,
coming to a standing position in the jizzy muck, but said nothing.  As good
to them as the succubi were, they wanted him under control, and they might
panic if they thought he had developed any abilities of his own.

   Instead, she wrapped her jizz-covered arms around him and kissed him
deeply, lovingly.  Al returned her fervor, and later enjoyed the raucous
teasing and hilarity of his other girlfriends, after they recovered from
their sexual exhaustion enough to come check on him.

   He was still as vital as ever, and fucked their pussies and asses and
throats all they wanted.  While he fucked one of them, the others, plus
several succubi, worked on cleaning up the jizz - by eating it.  Succubi
found actual nourishment from it; his pregnant girlfriends just found it
kinky.  All of them derived sexual pleasure, their tender wet pussies
quivering, as they tasted and swallowed his virile seed.

   In the days to come, Al furtively worked on achieving that
crystallization of will again, for small unimportant things.  It was more
difficult than he thought it would be, given that he'd already willed
himself to cum for over a day.  But that cumming had been a deep and
burning desire filling him entirely; flicking a dial on one of the arcane
devices was mere whim.

   But he mastered the trick of it, a sort of mental shift, and before long
was flicking dials all over the city-craft, mystifying the succubi, who
began bitching about "faulty old machines".  He did other little tricks as
well, and could practically feel power welling within him.  That was his
imagination of course; psionic ability wasn't measured in energy, the way
magic was.  But the sense of power and purpose it gave him was liberating
and satisfying.

   One evening, only a week or two after the 25-hour mass orgasm, he was
sleeping as he usually did.  He typically only got 3 or 4 hours of rest a
night, given how often succubi needed him to fuck their brains out, but it
was enough, despite his always standing (due to his mystic bonds).  His new
physique enabled him to sleep comfortably despite that position, never
growing sore or weary.

   He was awakened from sleep as the city-craft rocked, startling him to
awareness as the room tipped back and forth erratically.  "What's going
on?" he called, but no one answered him.  The city-craft rocked again, and
he psionically flicked a display one of the arcane monitors.  Outside, in
the void of space, was an armada of spaceships, armed to the teeth.  And
they were firing at the city-craft.

   The doors into the chamber burst open as succubi poured in, frantically
working the devices to stabilize and shield their home.  Al didn't distract
them with questions.  Instead, his will crystallized.

   His mind expanded to encompass the entire city-craft, and then the vast
space around it, until it enveloped the armada as well.  This granted him
awareness of the situation: demon hunters.  Close-minded zealots with no
tolerance for succubi who only wanted to be left alone, and had teeth to
back up their narrow view of the cosmos.

   Then Al's awareness faded from him, as instead of watching and
pondering, his thoughts and his actions became one.  He held up his hand in
front of him - an unnecessary but instinctive gesture, which easily snapped
that wrist free of its binding, surprising the other succubi in the room
with the hissed crackle of its breaking - and the laser discharges and
ordnance-laden torpedoes that were hurtling towards impact with the
city-craft all STOPPED.  In the void of space, against all laws of inertia
and physics, even the bolts of energy were held in stasis.

   The armada of demon hunters fired more salvos - which were all caught in
that same paralyzing grip - before they realized something was amiss.  Then
Al squeezed his fist - not seeing the astonished succubi before him but
only the veil of space behind the city-craft's hull - and the missiles
crunched into imploded atoms while the laser bolts dissipated into
nothingness.

   Al swept his arm out before him, and every last spaceship in the demon
hunter armada tumbled end over end.  Across space they were hurled, miles,
leagues, and beyond, until they finally settled, at several light-years
away from the city-craft.  Then Al swept both of his arms forward and out,
planting his feet flat on the floor, and the city-craft itself moved.  One
moment it was there, the next moment it was light-years in the other
direction, transported by Al's will.

   Then, and only then, did Al's awareness shrink back to his five human
senses, his task complete.  Seeing the astonished succubi before him, he
grinned a little sheepishly, but proudly.  It wasn't long before word was
sent to the lead succubus, who hurried down there with his girlfriends
close behind.

   "Psionics!" she breathed the word on everyone's mind.

   "On an omega-point-eight factor scale," murmured one of the more
academically minded demon witches.

   "At least," murmured the one standing next to her.

   "You...you saved us all," the lead succubus said.  Al's girlfriends had
hurled themselves into his arms, a group cuddle as he was able to embrace
them for the first time in months, his bonds broken effortlessly by his
psionic strength during the 'battle', if battle it could be called.

   Al nodded, waiting, while Penny kissed his muscular chest devotedly,
relieved they were all safe.  After a long moment, in which she never broke
his steady gaze, the lead succubus finally said, "We...were wrong to hold
you.  But we needed your tantric energy.  And we need-- I need your cock
and your cum."

   Her eyes were large and vulnerable in a way he'd never seen, even after
each of the many times he'd fucked her silly.  Everything was crystal clear
to him now, his path laid out before him, his psionically gifted will the
way.

   "I can leave," he said.  "Or I can stay.  But not as your prisoner.  As
your leader."

   The lead succubus's eyes went wide for a brief moment, then she chuckled
throatily.  "You already govern us.  We always follow your counsel anyway,
and it has never failed us yet."

   "Then make it official," Bri grinned.  "King Al!"

   "I dunno about king," he rolled his eyes.

   "Pendragon," Penny said, and everyone looked at her.  The lead succubus
dropped to one knee, and the other succubi in the room followed suit.

   "Pendragon," the lead succubus said.

   "Pendragon," came the oaths of the other succubi.

   Lily dropped to one knee beside him, holding his hand as she pressed a
kiss to his dangling cock.  "Master," she said, her eyes worshipful.  Then
his other girlfriends knelt as well, much to his embarrassment, murmuring
his name.

   "Uh," he said, then cleared his throat.  Despite the strangeness of this
turn of events, it also felt RIGHT, and he spoke his next word in a strong
declaration.  "Rise."

   They all pushed themselves to their feet - weighed down to some degree
by their pregnancies, especially Penny, whom he pulled up gently.  The lead
succubus came up to him and raised her arms to him.  He leaned down, and
she embraced him as he set his broad hands on her delicious ass.  She put
her mouth to his ear, and whispered her most precious secret.

   Her name.

   He jerked in astonishment, his eyes going wide, as she pulled her head
back.  "You didn't have to do that," he said softly.

   "No," she said with a shy smile, "I didn't have to."

   Al's leadership was rapidly accepted by the succubi - he had given their
city-state millennia worth of tantric energy, fucked them to massive
pleasure multiple times, and saved their lives.  Given that plus his record
of wise counsel, they all but threw the red carpet before him.  He swiftly
settled into the position, and he and his girlfriends were given the finest
suites aboard the city-craft, while he gave orders where they were needed
and refrained when they were not.

   Then he contacted the matriarchal queen, and the other noble clients who
had proposed to him.  He offered a counter-proposal: he would be their
consorts, but would be independent, for he ruled a domain of his own.  They
all accepted, and he visited their estates to fuck them gleefully, as
preparations for fabulous weddings to his new noble wives were set
underway.

   Finally he called Lar'kosa, and explained what had happened.  The portly
blue alien man was relieved to see him safe and sound, but when Al informed
him of his new position, Lar'kosa chuckled ruefully.  "I should have seen
this coming," the alien businessman said.  "Whores throughout sanctioned
history have become the power behind many a throne, though rare is the one
who assumes direct power.  I am sorry to see you go, but I expect your new
domains will be well off with you there."

   Al thanked him, and they parted on friendly terms.  He sold his
penthouse in Salheed city, after having their belongings brought to their
palatial suite on the city-craft.  He was unsurprised when a day or two
later a kitsune appeared and led him through one of the giant vessel's
archways to appear in the fox goddess's oasis again.

   They made sweet passionate love, and he worshipped her swollen belly,
and they talked of power and governance.  The tiny kitsune were wild free
folk, but they dearly loved the 'Pendragon' who had impregnated them all,
and were more than willing to appear any time he called, to be messengers
or observers or deliverers.

   Or to be fucked into senseless puddles of drooling bliss as well, a
desire which Al was too happy to oblige.

   In this manner, the Pendragon Alliance began.

   ***



   The cosmic Pendragon's pregnant daughters whooped and clapped at this
point in the tale, as they always did.  "Love that bit," one sighed
happily.

   "When did you change it from 'Alliance' to 'Empire'?" one asked.

   He chuckled as he slowly thrust in and out of another daughter's pussy;
she moaned lustily, her slippery cunt sliming his massive cock in her wet
love.  She was fertile, having recently given birth to triplet girls, and
was eager for her beloved daddy to breed her again!  "That wasn't until
later, babycakes," Daddy said.

   "Can we skip to that part?" the girl said eagerly.

   "You girls were always my princesses," he said with astute fondness,
"even before the empire was declared."

   His girls giggled, pleased, but one said, "Yeah, but you still need to
hurry up with the tale, so you have time to fuck us before the feast."

   "Daddy doesn't have to hurry," another girl objected, hands resting on
her swollen belly as she lounged in a bubbling pool, "we've got time sync."

   "Yeah but," the other girl pouted, "I'm horny for Daddy's cock NOW!"

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