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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 6 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg preg size inc oral fellatio
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SUMMARY: Years later, Al marries the first of his daughters...  and
claims for them their ancient heritage.

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   He had thousands of wives.

   He had millions of daughters.

   He had holdings in hundreds of universes.

   And his influence stretched across the multiverse entire.

   Everyone knew who the Pendragon was, and respected him.  Even his
enemies respected his power.  When it came to 'multiversal empires' - as
those mind-bogglingly large factions whose territory spanned multiple
planes and universes were called - the Pendragon Alliance was on the
smaller end of the scale still.  But it had the reach of a giant, fingers
everywhere in the multiverse.

   So when the Pendragon spoke, everyone listened.  And when he
called...everyone came.

   "Oh Pendragon yes oh gods yes oh my godsssssssss!!" One of his newest
wives thrashed beneath him, her pointed elven ears practically curling as
they quivered so violently with bliss, her slender arms and legs flinging
about wildly in the throes of her wanton passion.  His enormous dick
deformed her sloppy wet cunt again and again as she gushed her warm
fuckhoney all over him, sliming his obese balls and running down her ass
crack, forming a puddle of her juices in the bed beneath their coupling.

   Al grunted a final time, anchoring his cock nuts-deep inside her
recently impregnated cunt, and blew his load.  His cum spewed inside that
hot slick cunt in strong blasts of hot human babymaking cocksauce, and his
wife's mind shattered with ecstasy, as his body crushed her so deliciously
beneath his muscular bulk.  Although she was already pregnant, her alien
variety of the elf species was capable of carrying multiple pregnancies at
once, and so in addition to being three months pregnant with a baby, she
was also a month pregnant with twins, and now was knocked up yet again, her
newly dropped egg drowning in her polygynous husband's flood of spunk.

   It was the fifth time he'd unleashed his jizz jets inside her climaxing
cunt that night, and she finally slumped beneath him, utterly worn out by
ecstasy, as her pussy eagerly gobbled up his last several spurts.  He
cradled her beneath him, and two of his other wives on the bed snuggled up
to him as well.  Though exhausted by euphoria already - their asses and
cunts still drooling thick cum - they always wanted more of his titanic
cock.

   But he had to take his leave after a while of snuggling sweetly with
them.  He time-synced back a few hours and visited his eldest daughters'
room in the city-craft.  They were on a newer city-craft, one only a decade
old, that had been built solely to accommodate his countless - and always
increasing - wives and daughters.  It was decadently palatial, with each
wife and daughter having close to the equivalent of a mansion's worth of
their own space aboard it.

   In the twins' room, Penny was already there, fussing over her eldest
girls' hair and outfits.  The clock was just shy of striking midnight, and
Al took a moment to admire his queen Penraddin and and his twins Llaeloryn
and Llaerelle.  Penny was in a skimpy green getup studded with jewelry, and
her hair was held in a braid with a tiara beneath her bangs.  Her tummy was
poofed out with a few months' swelling by her 25th pregnancy.  Despite
being 36 now, she still appeared as an eternally youthful 18, and could
easily be mistaken for her eldest daughters, who were turning 18 right this
moment as midnight chimed.

   "Daddy!" Llaerelle caught sight of him first, lighting up to see him. 
She wore a skirted bikini that bared almost all of her buttocks and barely
contained her enormous perky tits.  The cloth and jewels of her wedding
dress - if 'dress' it could be called - were pink, compared to the scarlet
of Llaeloryn's otherwise-identical outfit.

   The younger of his two eldest daughters leapt towards him and embraced
him, and he laughed, crushing her to him.  Llaeloryn wasn't far behind. 
"You'll muss up their hair and outfits, babe," Penny teased him.

   "A lot more than that will be mussed up after Daddy fucks us!" Llaeloryn
said with a naughty giggle, and she and her twin tittered madly.

   "Please will you fucks us now, Daddy?" Llaerelle turned her most
devastating pout on him.  "I know the wedding isn't till tomorrow but I'm
so horny for your giant cock!" Llaeloryn echoed her younger twin's
eagerness.

   He laughed and playfully squeezed their asses, one in each large hand,
and they squealed delightedly.  "You know you have to time-travel back to
the past first." The twins had grown up their whole lives hearing the story
of how Al and Penny had met them on Earth, which commenced in them
discovering the wider multiverse.

   "Yeah, but," Llaeloryn said, "you or Mama could use your powers to avoid
paradox even if you take our virginity now, instead of in the past like you
remember."

   He laughed, but could not deny the truth of her words.  "And deprive my
past self of the pleasure?  Don't be so cruel, babycakes."

   They redoubled their pouts' strength.  "But you're being cruel to us by
not fucking us now, Daddy!" He smirked at them, and their pouts melted into
giggles.  "Oh, alright, Daddy," Llaerelle twirled a lock of her long
red-gold hair, "but only cuz you asked nicely.  Kiss me for luck?"

   She turned up her head and he bent down to kiss those plush gorgeous
lips, then did the same for Llaeloryn.  Both girls then vanished with a
flurry of magical sparkles, as they traveled back to the past.  "Did we
ever tell them the part where they land in your swimming pool?" Penny
asked, coming up to her husband and putting her arms around his waist.

   The twinkle in his eye mirrored hers.  "We just might have forgotten to
mention that." They both laughed, and kissed, and then kissing turned to
hot raunchy fucking...

   It was a few hours later, as they lay snuggling in the afterglow of
multiple mutual cums, that Llaerelle and Llaeloryn returned, their faces
glowing with the happiness of the freshly fucked.  They kissed their Daddy
and mama eagerly, but it was time, as they knew, to head to the cosmic
nexus.

   The cosmic nexus was the center of the multiverse, and was theoretically
connected to everywhere.  The ruins of Atlantis were there still, in the
very heart of the nexus, warded by the eternally vigilant flaming blades
that were the Creator's seven seals.  Now however - as much as any time in
this nexus could be called 'now' - the space around dead Atlantis was
filled with vessels and personages from all over the multiverse.  The
Pendragon had declared a momentous event at the cosmic nexus, and no one -
even his foes - would discount his words.

   The immortal imperator of the Aeon Imperocracy himself was there,
watching from his palace barge with his most favored imperocrats,
surrounded by his crystal fleet of starstone space cruisers.  The Broker
(pregnant yet again by her virile human lover) and the other Drul
Regentates of the Infinity Command were in attendance.  The Ten Thousand
Ministers of the Coalition Parliament were there, and so were the Honorable
Seated Deities of the Ald Se Ling Theodom.

   The space of the cosmic nexus was filled with the vastness of all who
had come, far beyond just those of the multiverse's greatest powers. 
Factions and dignitaries, from countless trillions of origins, assembled.
One far unreachable corner of the cosmic nexus blossomed in the fires of
creation's birth, as the seven archangels of heaven - including Lucifer
before his rebellion - watched this curious event from the very beginning
of time.

   On an opposite corner of the cosmic nexus could be seen a dim red sun,
surrounded by a void of color that was on the far side of blackness:
absolute and utter nothingness, less than nothingness.  Thus the end of
time, the end of the multiverse itself, was in attendance, where Chaos
itself had been spent and only a dying sun surrounded by coldblooded
abominations still survived, for a final interval before entropy too
claimed them.

   Al zoomed out from the central city-craft of his Alliance forces,
gleaming brightly with psionic light so that he could be easily beheld, and
he flew until he was far above the ruined disk where Atlantis had once
stood.  His eldest twin daughters, Llaeloryn and Llaerelle, were hovering
on either side of him, and Penraddin had joined them as well.  From this
apex, beneath which flashed the seven seals of warding divine flame, his
voice boomed.  Bolstered by his superpsionics, his voice reached every ear
and every audio device.

   "Atlantis was the greatest civilization in the multiverse.  The best of
us - such as the Aeon Imperocracy and the Theodom of Ald Se Ling - can only
aspire to its grandeur." He knew the aeon imperator would be bristling at
those words, as the man was an arrogant narcissist.  "The one we call the
Creator - El Elohim Elyon himself - was jealous of Atlantis, and in his
envy sent the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse to destroy it.  And even now
his will seals it away from the multiverse."

   Everyone in attendance already knew this of course, so Al made that
introduction succinct.  "Today...I take Atlantis back." He paused to let
that sink in, and was not disappointed.  Audio chatter, personal
exclamations, and psychic flutters overwhelmed those in attendance - most
gasping at his boldness, some appalled at his arrogance, others convinced
that he was a omnipotent god who knew no limits.

   "Standing here with me are my queen, Penraddin, and our daughters, my
brides the princesses Llaeloryn and Llaerelle.  They are the royal heirs to
all that was Atlantis.  The blood of the Nephilim royalty still flows in
their veins, and unfathomable magic is their birthright." More shock
rippled through the audience, though a great many knew of Penny and the
twins' descent.  There were those who kept track of such things, just as
Merlin and the Illuminati had back on Earth.

   "Just as the lost treasures of old Atlantis are their birthright," Al
continued, and in an eyeblink, he psionically transported the relics from
his personal vault to float in space before him.  Excalibur was there, but
so were the several great artifacts that had been the lost civilization's
most powerful talismans.  "Look ye upon them," he proclaimed.  "I have
found them and gathered them.  And now it is time to restore Atlantis."

   He made no further declaration, but every eye was fixed upon him - other
than those lieutenants who were confirming, with scans, for their bosses,
that the displayed treasures were genuine - and he zoomed down towards the
planet-sized disk of ruins and blackened rubble.  The flaming swords swept
up to block his path, raising up curtains of divine fire in his way-

   The very fabric of spacetime in the cosmic nexus seemed to ripple with
the force of their collision.  It passed in a flash, and there was only the
Pendragon, majestically descending to the disk below.  The seals were gone,
the Creator's wards broken.

   Stunned silence met him, before dissolving into raucous exclamations,
some excited and some outraged and some fearful.  Al ignored it all, but
landed on the tallest mountain of the Atlantean disk, where the blasted and
withered trunks of two enormous trees lifted gnarled branches up to the
sky. He raised his arms above him and called out in a great voice, "Come
then, Death, and take your vengeance if you can!"

   His words were solely for the effect of his audience, for the psionic
shout with which he summoned Death was inaudible.  And the Horseman did
come.  Just as he had come for Penny almost 19 years ago, he came again,
intending to fulfill his mandate and slay both Penraddin and her heirs -
and the upstart mortal who had dared breach the sacred seals.

   At Stonehenge on Earth, close to two decades ago, the time-traveling
twins had engaged in an epic duel of power and magic with Death.  Al's
power now outstripped his twin daughters' magic, and he simply seized Death
in his superpsionic will and crushed his physical form into a shadowy blob
that was the Horseman's true essence, stripping him of his divine power.

   Death's rage was delivered in his eerily expressionless voice.

   you cannot do this

   "Go back to your master," Al said, "and tell him - you may have slain
old Atlantis - but new Atlantis will never fall." The shadowy form of Death
vanished then, and more stunned silence fell.  The twins, knowing ahead of
time what to do, floated down to land next to their father, and impulsively
embraced him.  They had known Al was going to confront Death, and they had
believed he could do it, but they were nonetheless relieved to see him
victorious and unharmed.

   "Now," Al proclaimed, "I take these heirs of Atlantis - my eldest
daughters - as my brides, and begin the dynasty of New Atlantis." His
daughters' eyes were shining with love and pride, and there, before the
gathered eyes of countless multiversal dignitaries, Al made love to his
first two daughter-wives.

   Llaeloryn was the eldest, so Al lifted her up first by her slender
waist, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pulled her down
on his giant cock.  She arched her head back, croaking in sublime bliss as
her juicy wet cunt - recently impregnated by Al's past self - was split
wide apart by her very own daddy's enormous babymaker.

   Llaerelle hovered in the air next to him - since even standing on tiptoe
she wasn't tall enough to reach him - and kissed him passionately as he
lifted her twin up and down on his huge dick.  Llaeloryn cried out in
bliss, forgetting everything around them except her father and herself, his
huge incestuous cock pounding into her hot fresh young pussy.

   "Daddy!  Oh Daddy!" she huffed, her knee-length red-gold hair whipping
about as her teenage juices gushed all over his immense cockmeat, spilling
down his legs and to the ground.  She was in a frenzy of pleasure as Al
planted his fuckrod nuts-deep inside his own daughter's pussy again and
again with loud lewd slapping squelches.

   They cummed in tandem, Llaeloryn's tight young body locking up in
electrifying spasms of sheer bliss, as Al groaned his triumph.  His huge
cock lurched violently within her cunt as he buried himself fully inside
her again, flinging fat globs of potent spunk deep within her cum-starved
cunt and flooding her ravished womb with fresh helpings of daddy-jizz.

   Their mingled cum spilled from their joined sexes and puddled on the
ground, before running in rivulets down the barren rock of the mountain and
twisting in the crooked roots of the dead trunks.  Their passion was
undimmed however, and they fucked again, Llaeloryn climaxing twice more
before her daddy filled her up with a second load.

   Then it was Llaerelle's turn, and she eagerly lay back in mid-air,
spreading her slim youthful legs to bare her sopping wet pink teenage
pussy. Al thrust himself deep inside her, feeling his own daughter's hot
tight slippery walls stretch around him and clamp down possessively on his
member.  Llaerelle trilled out her obscene rapture, and Llaeloryn covered
her twin sister's mouth with her own, moaning together with her as they
frenched, while father and daughter fucked like frenzied animals in heat.

   Al had a firm grip of Llaerelle's thighs, pulling her roughly into his
pounding thrusts.  Her massive boobs heaved and jiggled enticingly with
every slam together of their hot sweaty bodies.  Her cunt contracted wetly,
hungrily, around her own daddy's elephant cock, and she could take no more,
but began quaking with the force of her climax as the peak of her pleasure
exploded from her pussy throughout her whole body.

   Al roared triumphantly and began cumming, deep inside his own young
daughter's tight impregnated twat, and more incestuously mingled cum
spilled to the ground.  The trio kept fucking wildly, wantonly,
uninhibitedly, cumming together over and over, and those watching noticed
the effect on the world around them.

   The dead roots began quivering slightly, and the trunks began
straightening.  Color slowly returned to the wood, and then sap began
oozing from it again as leaves sprouted spontaneously from the trees -
miraculously resurrected by the sheer life and vitality and vigor of the
superpsionic Pendragon's passion for his eldest daughters.

   With a final bellow, Al nutted inside Llaeloryn for the final time. 
Literal rivers of jizz were streaming down the mountainside, and plant life
was blossoming everywhere it touched.  Fruits were sprouting from the two
trees now as well, and Al plucked one.  "I give you Hesperides and
Yggdrasil," he announced to the assembled crowd of the cosmic nexus.

   Holding the fruit in his hand, he focused his psionic will, and it
crystallized immediately, into a sparkling jewel of starstone far purer
than anything not born in the cosmic nexus could produce.  He held it up
for all to see, knowing divine sight and magical divinations and
technological scanners would be perusing it for authenticity.

   He held in his mind the blueprints he and some of his most trusted
advisors had worked on for years, and imprinted his will on the pure
starstone fruit, then cast it down the side of the great mountain in an
arcing lob.  Instantly, it sprouted into vast growing amounts of crystal,
and even as renewed flora spread over the entire disk, the crystal formed
into a vast city of sparkling starstone.  Walls, towers, citadels, vaults,
all manner of structures, grew near-instantaneously into being, from the
seed of a single pure starstone fruit imprinted by the Pendragon's
superpsionic will.

   In the center of the crystal city grew a vast spire, a spindle burrowing
deep into the disk and coming out the other side, and rising high to the
glittering sky of the cosmic nexus.  More than any other of the starstone
structures, it resonated psionic strength, an impregnable fortress: his new
Pendragon Tower citadel.

   In the space of the cosmic nexus, where the dim red sun at the end of
time was, light blossomed as meta-time itself was altered by the fact of
New Atlantis' founding: instead of succumbing to entropy, the multiverse
would live forever, anchored by the renewed cosmic nexus.

   "I claim New Atlantis - greater than the Atlantis of old - in the name
of the Pendragon Empire!" Al said.  With that declaration, his domain was
no longer an alliance, but an imperium devoted to him; that had actually
been the case for some time now, this only made it official.

   The assembled multiversal powers were in an uproar.  The Aeon
Imperocracy immediately declared war upon the Pendragon Empire, livid over
Al's theft of the secrets of their starstone - and over his creation and
appropriation of a starstone source far purer and more potent than their
'farm' could ever be.

   Al plucked a fruit off the other great tree, and lobbed it high into the
air above him.  It crystallized in mid-flight, focused by his will, and
became an entire vast armada of crystal space cruisers, swarming the sky
around New Atlantis.  Then Al summoned his superpsionic strength and
banished all the Aeon Imperocracy vessels away, hurling them through
dimensional walls far away from his new capital.

   Many of the other assembled multiversal powers stayed to congratulate
him, some genuinely but others in futile attempts to manipulate him.  New
diplomacy flowered as the Pendragon Empire was negotiated with on a greater
scale than ever before.  As Al had predicted many years ago, it wasn't long
before the Coalition petitioned to join his Empire.

   But for now, on that day, Al withdrew into his Pendragon Tower, and went
to the harem odah atop it.  There, he fucked his new daughter-brides over
and over, his mammoth cock pulsing steaming jets of incestuous spunk into
their continuously climaxing cunts...

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