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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 7 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg preg size inc oral fellatio
rom
SUMMARY: Al becomes truly the Pendragon: King of Kings, Lord of
Lords...and God of Gods.

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   "Now tell us about the final war!" one of his pregnant daughters
enthused while she diddled her twin sister's clit.

   Her daddy's laugh was punctuated by grunts of pleasure as another
daughter, this one's tummy just barely starting to poof out, suckled
happily on his fat knob.  "Final?  Babycakes, you know there is still war
in the multiverse today."

   "You know what she means, Daddy," giggled another daughter, moaning as
she tribbed one of her preggo sisters.

   "I've already skipped over most of 18 years," he chuckled, "and now you
want to me to skip even more, all the way to the end?"

   His daughters nodded eagerly; the ending was always their favorite
part...

   ***



   In the harem odah of Pendragon Tower, Al gasped and grunted his
animalistic ecstasy as his newest daughter-bride - just turned 18 today -
writhed in the bubbling water of the pool.  They were both leaning back on
opposite edges of the comfortably cushioned pool, bucking their bodies
together, and he pulled on her slender legs with every thrust to seat his
massive cock fully inside her juicy cunt every time.  She had lost her
voice long ago, and could only pant her overwhelming delight as her
pleasure-exhausted body flopped and flounced with uncontrollable bliss. 
Her womb had already been flooded multiple times that night by her daddy's
raunchy cum - and quite thoroughly impregnated - and now Al filled her up
again, with load after hot load of spunk blasting like a fire hose from his
monster cock into her ravished young twat.

   Just as he finished, a floating hologram appeared in the air in front of
him: the Broker, one of his many lovers, who was sporting the heavily
swollen belly of her two thousandth pregnancy by him.  Though she was still
a Drul Regentate of the Infinity Command, the entire Infinity Command
itself was now a meta-ministry within his own Empire (based in New Atlantis
in fact), just as the Coalition had joined his realm.
The Aeon Imperocracy as well had been defeated in the long-ago war, and
was now completely dissolved, its holdings absorbed into the Pendragon
Empire.  The Theodom of Ald Se Ling, on the other hand, was consumed by a
massive civil war: one faction wanted to join his Empire, the other faction

were stubborn traditionalists.

   "Pendragon, baby," the Broker said, "it's happened."

   Even without his psychic link to her, he could tell by the tone of her
voice what she meant.  "How close are they?"

   "The Four Horsemen have just entered the cosmic nexus," the Broker said.
"At their current pace of acceleration, they'll arrive at the Diamond Gate
in three hours."

   "Tell all ships and superbeings to maintain the watch perimeter around
the city," Al said.  "I'll handle it."

   He kissed his newest daughter-bride goodbye, and his other
daughter-concubines - all in varying stages of pregnancy - blew kisses at
him as he zoomed out through the phase-crystal glass of the tower harem. 
He was struck anew, as he always was, by the grandeur of the city below
him. It had become the bustling center of the multiverse again, just as old
Atlantis before it had been.

   But unlike old Atlantis, the new one wasn't going to fall to the Four
Horsemen.

   He zoomed out past the rim of the planet-sized disk on which the city
lay, and through the orbiting fleets, and finally out into the sparkling
sky of the cosmic nexus.  The Four Horsemen thundered through the void
towards him - their powers bolstered to nigh-omnipotent strength by the
Creator's direct mandate to destroy New Atlantis - as Al gathered his will,
floating menacingly in their path.

   In one fluid motion, each Horseman unsheathed their weapons and slashed
before them - not at him, but into the interdimensional ether.  Hellish
baleflame shot up from a jagged crack in spacetime, and a monstrous devil,
fully the size of a planet, climbed out of it, black manacles on its wrists
and ankles, before rearing up in front of him.  The Four Horsemen pointed
their weapons at Al, and the monstrous devil roared savagely at him.

   Samael.

   King of monsters, most powerful of the beasts spawned by chaos.  He had
spent eons imprisoned in the lowermost hell, bound by unbreakable chains
for his temerity in leading the invasion of old Atlantis.  But now he had
been freed by the Four Horsemen, on the Creator's orders, to tear down
Pendragon and his New Atlantis.

   Al focused his superpsionic will and thrust it outwards.  Samael roared
in pain, and the Four Horsemen stumbled in their charge.  Shadow and flame
and talon ripped through the void towards Al in reply, but glanced off him
with no damage.  "I am Pendragon," Al said through gritted teeth, "and I
protect my people!" He raised up his hands and clenched them into fists,
roaring his defiance-

   Samael and the Four Horseman vanished.  They had been utterly atomized,
disintegrated into the elemental chaos from which all things had been
formed.

   Al gave the orders for which his army had been preparing for a long
time. "Initiate Operation Omega." His fleet mobilized, his unfathomably
vast military gathering and invading hell itself.  No more would the
demons, that had been created and then rejected by the Creator, vent their
sadism and frustration on mortals.  Led by the super-sorceress Penraddin
and the kitsune goddess - both among the most powerful beings in his
empire, and both pregnant yet again - his army could handle Hell by
themselves, with their fantastically advanced starstone magitech, now that
Samael had been destroyed.

   So instead, Al - flanked by thousands of his adult daughters, those who
were 18, pregnant, and highly skilled in magic or psionics (though none as
powerful as their daddy) - climbed into the sky of the cosmic nexus,
hurtling through the interdimensional barriers until he had punctured the
veil into heaven itself.

   The seven circles of heaven were clouds and light, filled with the
chorus sung by the beating wings of the angelic legions.  Al and his
daughters crashed into them, and the battle was joined, mortals defying a
vengeful Creator.  But these mortals were more than mortals, led by a man
who had become more than his created potential would allow.

   Al knew his daughters would all be safe; they were extremely powerful,
and his superpsionic senses and shielding were more than sufficient to
intervene if any of them was in danger of being hurt.  So instead he left
the battle behind, zipping up into the greatest heights of the miasmic
clouds, until he was in the apex of the multiverse, with the maelstrom of
Chaos spread all around and above his sight.

   The archangel Michael was there, marking on a scroll with a quill.  He
regarded Al with a weary disinterest, and merely said, "Folly."

   Al crinkled his brow, curious at the archangel's reaction; the other
five archangels (the seventh, Lucifer, had rebelled and was now a demon
overlord in hell) were joined in the battle with his daughters below. 
"What do you mean?"

   "I am drawing up plans for a new multiverse," Michael said.  "This one
will be destroyed.  That includes myself and this heaven, but perhaps the
Creator will draw some inspiration from these plans for a better creation."

   Al shook his head and zoomed through the last layer of light above him-

   There was a massive construct, the divine palanquin, the Chariot of the
Ages, the Primum Mobile, the Seat of Thakorsil.  Within it was a being
which even Al's superpsionic senses were hard-pressed to describe.  The
Creator was a flame, and an eye, and a voice, and a will, and a black hole,
and wrath, and power.

   The voice of El Elohim Elyon spoke.

   -=Do You Think I Have Not Acted Because Of Fear?  Or Apathy?  Or
Impotence=

   "I do not know your reasons," Al said, "but I know that, while you have
done much good in creating the multiverse, you have caused many within it
to suffer."

   -=I Created Them, As I Created You, And Their Lives - And Yours - Are
Mine To Do With As I Please=

   "I cannot agree with that," Al replied.

   -=Then Know My Wrath, And The Reason I Have Stayed It.  Were I To
Intervene In The Multiverse Directly, It Would Shatter From My Touch. 
Creation Cannot Bear My Breath.  My Voice Would Dissolve It.  And Now I
Stay My Vengeance No Longer.  You And The Multiverse Entire Will End, And I
Will Begin Anew=

   Al had known the power of the Creator would be unimaginable, but the
reality of it practically squeezed the breath from in shock as El Elohim
Elyon's being rushed towards him in a deadly vengeful assault.  The clouds
of heaven around them began to melt, oozing back toward the elemental chaos
from which all things had sprung, and Al knew that the Creator's words were
truth: in intervening directly to attack Al, the Creator would destroy all
the multiverse.
His superpsionic soul crystallized, as surely as did the starstone
fruits of Hesperides and Yggdrasil, and his resolve stood staunch and
unwavering.  Glimmering shields of superpsionic force wrapped around the
Creator, insulating all the multiverse around him from his devastating

presence.

   Al sweated as he both defended against the Creator's onslaught and
simultaneously shielded creation itself, but his superpsionic will made him
truly Pendragon, God of Gods, even more than El Elohim Elyon himself.  He
exerted his power, and then everything that was the Creator - the voice,
the flame, the eye - was gone.  Nonexistent.

   Al's senses were flooded with the angels throwing down their spears of
light in surrender and with the reports of his crystal fleet successfully
taking control of hell's nine circles.  The Primum Mobile - the Creator's
own throne - lay empty before him.  Al, the Pendragon, sat down in it.

   From the throne, all creation spread out before his gaze.

   And it was good.  He smiled.  The divine palanquin trembled, moving from
the seventh heaven where it had rested for all eternity, and floated down
through the circles of light and cloud.  Angels watched silently as his
daughters cheered.

   There was much to do.  Heaven and hell were now dominated under the
Pendragon Empire, and changes had to be made to both realms.  The news that
he had obliterated not only the Four Horsemen and Samael, but El Elohim
Elyon himself, would spread like wildfire, and make him many foes as well
as new allies and subjects.

   The multiverse would never end.  And Al, the Pendragon, would expand his
empire's prosperity through all creation and rule over it forever...  all
while fucking his ever-growing harem of daughter-queens...

   ***

   There was much happy sighing as Daddy finished his tale, and then lots
of applause, just as he yelled out and spurted his spunk deep inside the
throat of the daughter blowing his huge cock.  She swallowed it lustily,
but it was too much and squirted out of her nostrils and mouth around his
immense girth.

   "Now that you're not distracted by storytelling anymore, Daddy," one of
his daughters said teasingly, "maybe you can fuck all our brains out!"
There was much cheering and giggling, and the cosmic Pendragon smiled as he
finished cumming and his daughter pulled off his enormous dick.  They knew
very well that his superpsionic awareness enabled him to process just about
anything without being distracted.

   "Who's first?' he winked, standing out of his throne, the Primum Mobile.

   His daughters scrambled eagerly towards him, and he began by sinking his
massive tool deep inside a 9-months-pregnant daughter-bride's slick silky
cunt and pistoning in and out of her as she cried out her bliss.  At the
same time he grasped another daughter into his side, relishing her gasps
and moans as she ground her glistening sweaty flesh into his muscular frame
while he squeezed her lactating boobs; and he sucked on the delicious juicy
cunt of a daughter who floated into the air and wrapped her legs around his
head, humping his face with frenzied pleasure as her virile Daddy's bristly
face rubbed into her smooth preggo twat.

   His beloved daughters surrounded him, kissing and rubbing all over him,
and also all over the girls he was directly kissing and fucking, even as
his hips pounded into the one daughter's cunt over and over with squelches
so loud they were clearly heard over all the lusty moaning in the harem. 
With a giant bellow that reverberated through the sweet pulsating pussy of
the daughter he was eating out, the cosmic Pendragon unleashed his deluges
of hot steaming jizz into his heavily pregnant young daughter's moist
slippery cunt.  Fat endless geysers of cockslop surged from his massive
lurching cock into her again and again, until it overflowed back out of her
pussy around his huge girth.  Puddles of his jizz and his daughters' femcum
began flooding the harem as it so often did, daddy and daughters fucking
each other in a frenzy of eternal blissful passion...

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