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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 2 of 11 - Coming of Age Part 2
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ 1st F1st piv anal oral impreg cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Aldric proves himself in an unexpected battle, revealing
greater potential than anyone previously knew.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an
original space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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AGE: 18

   "Priority alert from Outpost Beta-Nine."

   The half-dwarf half-cyclopes man commonly known as 'Eyebeard' looked up
from his desk-installed command console.  The artificial female voice was
calm and emotionless, and announced the alert in the same tone one might
order breakfast in.  "Put it through," he said gruffly.

   An image of an odd alien Wraith officer blinked into existence from
Eyebeard's holomonitor.  "Colonel!" he said.  "Old Crow has breached the
site perimeter of Surveillance Subject
Gee-Dash-Twelve-Zee-Double-Strike-Bravo."

   Eyebeard raised his single bushy eyebrow.  What was old Meph doing at
the household in which the young slave Aldric lived?  "Calm yourself,
Lieutenant Ohgriid," he said firmly.  "No action is required."

   "Shouldn't we inform him of the surveillance operation in progress?"
Ohgriid pressed.

   "No," Eyebeard said brusquely.  Ohgriid looked at his superior oddly,
but the colonel gave no explanation.  Just because the Grand Lord Meph -
patriarch of House Noyner, High Chancellor of the Nexus Empire, member of
the ruling Tribunal, and Supreme Regent of the Throne for the past several
hundred years - knew of the Wraiths' highly classified existence, didn't
mean he was entitled to know their every operation.

   Besides, the haughty old regent would hardly care.  Eyebeard couldn't
say all of this over a long-range comm channel however, no matter how
secure it might be.  "Trust me, Lieutenant," the colonel assured Ohgriid.
"I can brief you on the how and why of it at our next report."

   "Yes, sir," Ohgriid snapped a salute.  "Thank you, sir.  I shall keep
you informed of further developments."

   Eyebeard nodded at him, then cut the communication.  He leaned back in
his chair, clasping his fingers together.  Ever since his promotion to
Colonel a few years back, he'd had to delegate the surveillance operation
on Aldric of Garius VIII, but he still checked in personally on the spy
feeds from time to time.  He did so again now, calling up the recent video
footage.

   Despite the detachment Wraiths maintained, Eyebeard couldn't help but
feel some avuncular affection for the young man whom he'd watched sprout
from a newborn into a strapping young lad.  One very well regarded by the
ladies, even at such a young age.  He skimmed through the footage of recent
weeks - his single eye glazing over as the video showed Aldric fucking Tia,
instead seeing the lad sleeping peacefully, as did anyone who watched the
feed - until he reached the present...

   ***



   "My house is honored to have you, Grand Lord," the elf merchantress
said, steepling her slim fingers together.  Aldric remembered those fingers
vainly trying to wrap around his thick veiny girth last night, and his cock
twitched.

   "Indeed it is," the tall wiry man who was her guest agreed.  Sopha
raised an eyebrow at this breach of protocol, but let it pass.

   "In what capacity do I receive you?" Sopha asked.  "Noble patriarch,
imperial chancellor, or supreme regent?"

   The humanoid man, who had pale skin, a bald pate, and a tall thin frame
concealed completely by black, richly tailored robes, looked around the
audience chamber before replying.  His eyes glanced past Aldric, who was
standing by the wall with two other concubines, both female of course - he
remained the sole male concubine in Sopha's harem.  The three of them were
naked of course - they always were, and Aldric had gotten used to being
constantly undressed over the past several months, but hadn't met a
stranger in this guise before.

   So he blushed slightly at Grand Lord Meph's brief appraisal of him as
his eyes kept roving.  Sopha had ordered the audience chamber arrayed with
her most precious treasures for the esteemed visit, which of course
included Aldric.  The old hunchbacked cyberclone standing behind the tall
noble smiled in a kindly manner at the young man, as if to make him feel
more at ease.

   "I am always and completely myself," Meph replied, his voice a grating
rasp.

   "Then, what may I do for the patriarch, chancellor, and regent?" Sopha
asked evenly.

   "Your wealth has come to my attention," Meph began.  "As have your
connections."

   "I am far from the wealthiest person in the empire," Sopha demurred. 
"Unless you have already spoken with the hundreds who rank wealthier than I
do." Her tone left no doubt that she knew he may very well have.

   "Your wealth remains consistent," the Grand Lord pointed out.  "A steady
rise, rather than erratic leaps and drops.  And you value treasures and
status more than a ledger of reqs." Requisition credits, or reqs, were
allotted to imperial citizens,with which they could order repped materials
and items from the Foundries.  Sopha did not reply, waiting for Meph, who
seemed to approve.  "You could lend weight to imperial politics with your
unused influence," he finished.

   "On behalf of the empire...and of House Noyner," she said significantly.

   "This is so," Meph's face was expressionless.

   Sopha was silent for several moments, and this time Meph waited for her.
Before she could frame a reply however, sirens blared throughout the
compound.  Sopha looked irritably at the flashing red alarms.  "What's
going on?" she demanded.

   Aldric gaped.  In his combat training with the orc Captain of the Guard,
he'd become very familiar with the sound of a combat alert.  "We're under
attack?!" he blurted before he could stop himself.  The two concubines next
to him gasped.

   The eyes of Sopha and the hunched cyberclone flicked to him for a
moment, but Meph kept his gaze fixed on the elf merchantress, who looked
impatiently at the teledrone floating next to her seat.  It lit up with a
holographic image of the Captain, who said, "Apologies, my lady, but the
compound is under assault.  Raiders, looks like, might be the ones from--"

   "I have no interest in their origin at the moment, Captain," Sopha cut
him off.  "Attend to the duties for which I pay you."

   "Yes, ma'am," the orc barely had time to salute before Sopha cut off the
transmission.

   "It seems your presence has attracted attention," she remarked to Meph.
"Why is your guard not assisting?"

   Meph smiled wryly, and lifted his arm, pulling back the black sleeve to
reveal a band covering his forearm, marked with blinking runes.  He touched
several runes in quick succession upon it, and Aldric felt a little tingle
in his mind.  He blinked, looking around in puzzlement, and noticed
everyone else's eyes glazed over for a moment.

   "Now then," Meph said, as if nothing untoward had happened, "perhaps we
should postpone this discussion until your guard has resolved matters."

   "Of course," Sopha said blandly.

   Aldric blinked in confusion.  Meph hadn't answered Sopha's question! 
Why wasn't the chancellor's personal guard helping things?  As advanced as
their equipment was, they could obliterate anything short of a planetary
invasion force in moments.  The hunched cyberclone behind Meph caught
Aldric's eye, and seemed to realize that he hadn't been affected by
whatever had made Sopha forget the discrepancy of the situation.  The old
cyberclone merely winked though.  And that's when the young man realized-

   "Charelle!" He yelled, and dashed for the exit.

   "What?" Meph and Sopha exclaimed irritably, but Aldric paid them no
heed. Susa 4 was under attack, and Charelle was his responsibility!  He
dashed out of the audience chamber and ran through the hallways, heedless
of his bejeweled nudity, his huge young shlong slapping between his legs as
he ran.  The fortified compound shook as it was bombarded, likely by
strafing pirate fightercraft, and his eyes confirmed that thought when he
burst out into the courtyard.

   The normally serene sky of the small planet was rife with fightercraft,
both those of the pirates and of Sopha's Guard.  Artillery belched shrapnel
and fire into the sky, and the dome of force over the compound shimmered as
it repelled bombardments.  Aldric hurled himself aside as the shielding
dome flickered, letting through a laser blast that pounded into the soil
next to him, forming a small crater and sending dirt and rock flying.

   His training under the orc Captain had educated him on several of the
finer points of military magitech - including the fact that when shield
domes flickered like that, they were getting close to failing.  Sure
enough, drop pods rained from pirate transports in the sky, crashing atop
the compound roofs as squads deployed.

   The Captain had instructed Aldric in what any attacker's primary targets
would likely be: treasures and wealth - and hostages.  He didn't even think
of how he counted as one of Sopha's most valuable treasures; instead the
fear that Charelle would be captured as a hostage pounded in his head.

   He started to run to the other end of the courtyard, to head to
Charelle's room, but was thrown to the lawn when a drop pod crashed into
the ground not fifty feet from him.  He held out his hand, and in a pop of
displaced air, his laser sword appeared in his grasp.  Given that he
couldn't wear a sword while nude, Charelle had enchanted the sword to
teleport to Aldric's hand whenever he so desired, no matter how far away it
was.

   Putting on a burst of speed, fueled by a combination of adrenaline and
his teenage strength, he raced to the drop pod as the hatch popped open. 
He didn't have his ray pistol, so had to close to within melee distance
before he could be shredded with long range fire.  A figure sheathed
completely in bulky metal armor clambered out of the hatch, and Aldric
swung.  Despite the thick armoring, his finely-tuned laser sword cleaved
cleanly through the shoulder, lopping off the pirate's arm.  A low shriek
of pain burst from him, and then Aldric was close enough to chop off his
head.

   The wounds were cauterized, or Aldric would have been showered in alien
blood.  He had no time to think about that, or to come to terms with the
fact that he had just killed someone for the first time, because there were
more pirates behind the first.  They shouted angrily in an alien dialect
that he couldn't fathom and raised their ray pistols.

   Quick as a flash, he thumbed the switch on his hilt that elongated the
blade, and flicked it across the pirates, chopping their ray pistols into
two useless halves each, often taking fingers with them.  Any soldier worth
his salt would have backup weapons - another lesson drilled into him by the
orc Captain - so Aldric leaped back out of the hatch to prevent himself
from becoming a target for those within.  His foresight was just in time,
because laser fire shot into the sky from the hatch opening as he landed
spryly on his feet beside the drop pod.

   He grabbed a grenade off the bandolier of the decapitated pirate,
thumbed the activation stud, and tossed it into the drop pod.  Bleats of
terror were cut off by the explosion, which crumpled the drop pod from the
inside and emerged through the hatch as a gout of flame.  Aldric hadn't
even waited for the explosion, but ran towards the other end of the
courtyard.  He had to find Charelle.

   Confused and terrified slaves were huddled in corners, but Aldric could
spare no time for them.  He skidded to a stop as Tia appeared out of thin
air directly in front of him.  "Tia!" he said.  "Are you alright?" The
question was reflexive; fey spirits were very good at hiding, and very hard
to hurt.

   "You're going the wrong way," Tia said without preamble.  "Charelle is
headed to the odah in search of you!"

   "Thanks, Tia!" he gushed gratefully.  Impulsively he leaned forward to
peck her plump full mouth, and she mewled happily before vanishing.  He
turned and bolted at high speeds through the compound.  As he neared the
odah, he heard the sounds of fighting, and came upon pirates engaging orc
guards in combat.

   Hefting his ray pistol - he'd acquired it from the pirate that he had
decapitated at the drop pod in the courtyard - he popped off several deadly
accurate shots that sent half a dozen pirates sprawling to the floor, dead
or wounded.  The orc guards stepped on their heads, breaking their necks to
make sure they were finished, and bellowed primal cries of triumph at
Aldric, cheering him on as they turned to face another onslaught of
raiders.

   Aldric managed to snap off another shot at that fresh assault before his
gait carried him past that corridor, closer to the odah.  His heart thudded
down to his gut as he turned the corner to see the odah door torn off its
hinges.  He barreled through the doorway, to see an especially large alien
raider confronting the concubines.

   The raider's armor was painted with various insignias, the meanings of
which Aldric couldn't decipher, but deduced they indicated his rank as the
leader.  He wore no helmet, but had a shoulder-mounted cannon, and hefted a
chainsword and magic staff in his clawed hands.  Charelle stood between the
concubines and the pirate leader, hefting a wand in her trembling hands as
she faced the attacker alone.

   "CHARELLE!" Aldric bellowed in alarm, his voice dropping to a deeper
note than his puberty had yet allowed him.  Her eyes lit up to see him,
before widening in alarm as she realized he had just put himself in danger
too.

   The pirate leader turned around, chortling in laughter.  "A naked young
man?  You must be another sex toy.  You know they don't keep you for your
combat skills, don't you, boy?" He raised his magic staff, and Aldric
hurled himself to the side as a noxious green blast of flame spurted from
it to sear the floor where he had just been standing.  "Quick on your feet,
aren't you?" he laughed lazily.  The barrel of his shoulder cannon clicked
and whirred as it locked onto the young slave, and he kept moving, breaking
the lock before it could finalize and blast him into oblivion.

   A scintillating blue ray struck the pirate leader in the back, and he
roared, in annoyance rather than pain, as he swiveled his head to see
Charelle pointing her wand at him.  He brandished his chainblade at her,
turning to go after her, but Aldric distracted him.

   "Pick on someone your own size, ugly!" he challenged the pirate, a
clearly ludicrous battlecry.  "Or is hurting little girls all that a big
bully like you is good for?"

   "Are you mad?" The pirate ground out at him, annoyed.  "I've slaughtered
the marines of Firariador, and defeated an imperial supercommando in single
combat."

   "And yet you can't kill a little human," Aldric taunted.  He waved his
red-gold laser sword around, watching as the pirate's eyes followed it.  He
cocked his arm and threw the blade directly at the pirate leader's head.

   The pirate's bulbous eyes widened in shock at the daring maneuver, but
he easily sidestepped, twisting his neck to avoid the attack.  He swiveled
back around, laughing, but Aldric had taken advantage of the pirate
leader's distraction to close the distance between them before summoning
the laser sword back to his hand with Charelle's enchantment.  He chopped
at the chain blade, shearing the whirring gears off as it spun into
uselessness, then slashed at the magic staff.

   The alien pirate growled angrily, and Aldric grunted in surprise when
the staff didn't break, resisting his laser blade.  His much bigger foe
growled menacingly and threw Aldric back with a slam of his staff.  Aldric
turned his tumble into a roll, coming back to his feet-

   Just as a massive cloud of noxious green flame engulfed him.

   There was no time to move, no time to think.  A peal of thunder sounded
in Aldric's soul, and it boomed out of the burning green torrent with an
almighty sonic crack that made the pirate leader stumble, even as Charelle
and the concubines screamed Aldric's name in horror.  The emerald flames
began whirling around their victim, and then disappearing.  As Aldric
became visible again, it became apparent that the deadly flames were being
sucked harmlessly into the red-gold laser blade, which was shining
brilliantly.  Aldric himself was glowing, his flesh bronzed by the shimmer,
and totally unharmed.  His eyes were a brilliant burning white, and as he
turned his gaze on the pirate leader, the alien knew terror for the first
time in centuries.

   Then the pirate leader was...  gone.  Vanished.  His armor and weapons,
held a split-second ago, dropped to the floor with clangs, as white ash
drifted down lazily after them.  "Charelle!" Aldric gasped wearily.  "Are
you alright!" They rushed to each other, the concubines joining them too,
as they all clutched each other in relief, and no small amount of
wonderment.

   Charelle kissed him openly on the mouth, not caring that they weren't in
private, not caring that he was her sister's lover.  She was so relieved to
see him safe, so heartened to see that he had come to her defense, and so
in love, that she threw propriety to the winds and made out with the slave
she loved.

   Aldric kissed her back passionately, as the concubines nudged each other
knowingly.  "Aldric," Charelle finally said, pulling back, "what did you
do?" His eyes were still glowing white, and his skin was still shimmering
with a bronzed light.

   "I...  I don't know," he admitted.  "It just-- I just had to do
something.  To save you."

   There was a cough then, and Aldric and the girls whirled to see the orc
Captain at the entrance of the odah, flanked by two more orc guards. 
"Lad," he said, his gruff green face breaking out into a grin, "you're a
fine warrior...  and a mage to boot, it seems."

   "A...  a mage?" Aldric said in bewilderment.

   "You must be!" Charelle enthused.  "That was clearly magic!"

   "The battle's over," the Captain informed them.  "The raiders have been
repulsed.  We picked up comm chatter from the fleeing survivors about a
naked berserker..." His eyes twinkled in amusement, and Aldric flushed
deeply as he suddenly realized he had been stark naked for the whole
battle.

   "Is everyone okay?" he asked in concern.

   "A few deaths, a few injuries," the Captain shrugged.  "Some
resurrection and medical magitech will fix that.  No captives taken,
fortunately.  The moneygrubbers are still checking inventory, but nothing
of value appears to have been successfully stolen.  I'd like to know why
his bloody Lord High Exaltedness didn't lift a finger to help."

   "Sopha asked that too," Aldric remembered.  "Then Lord Meph did
something, and she completely forgot.  Everyone else in the room too."

   The Captain looked shrewdly at him.  "But not you?  That's a runic
command armbrace the Regent wears, most powerful one in the nine galaxies.
If you've got inner magic powerful enough to resist that, well..." He shook
his head.  "But that means...  his Lord High Exaltedness wanted this attack
to happen.  Maybe trying to gauge the lady's strength.  Bloody politics. 
Best not mention this to anyone, lad.  I hear that people who cross the
regent...  disappear."

   Sopha and Meph were still in the audience chamber, continuing
discussions, but Aldric didn't return there, instead helping with the
restoration of the damaged compound and its inhabitants.  Charelle worked
by his side, despite the Captain's initial protestations that she didn't
need to help.  "Lad," the Captain told him later that evening, "no one can
deny that you're a man now.  In the sack and out of it." Aldric beamed and
tried not to blush, mostly succeeding.  "I'd be honored if you'd come to my
daughters' orcchanalia."

   "That's their coming of age celebration, right?" Aldric furrowed his
brow, trying to recall what he knew of orc customs.

   "That's right, lad," the Captain said.  "My twin girls.  Phabuka and
Khammunra.  Turning 18, and the shamaness foretells that they've both
dropped eggs.  There will be drinking, feasting, games of skill...  and my
girls will become women." He clapped Aldric on the back.  "You'll get to
try orcish ale, too!"

   "Thanks, Captain," Aldric said, honored.  He noticed the time, however,
and added, "I better get to Sopha, though.  It's nighttime, and she's gonna
want to-- well, you know," he said, flushing slightly as the grizzled orc
roared with laughter.  They bade each farewell, and Aldric hurried through
the corridors to the odah.

   Sopha and the concubines were within, drinking wine together.  Two of
the concubines were dancing for Sopha's enjoyment as she sipped her wine,
while another concubine ate her bald elvish pussy out.  "Slave," Sopha
said, her lit-up eyes belying her calm tone, "come do your duty." She set
her wineglass aside and spread her legs wide, as the pussy-licking
concubine withdrew.

   Aldric's cock sprang to its full foot of thick steely hardness, and he
came to his mistress, slicking easily into her sopping wet cunt before
pounding her into blissful orgasm.  She was cresting her third climax when
he busted his nut, squirting thick hot goopy jizz inside her womb in
torrents of spunk.

   He was prepared to fuck her again, and the other concubines too - which
is how his nights with Sopha in the odah generally went - but Sopha
forestalled him.  "Hold, slave," she ordered, and mostly managed to
suppress her whimper of instinctive disappointment as he obediently if
reluctantly pulled out.  His cum gushed out of her well-stretched pussy, as
she sighed languidly.

   "Full magic scan," she ordered to thin air, and with a pop of displaced
air, a teledrone appeared in response to her command.  Its tiny projector
painted Aldric in grids of layered, multicolored light, and unlike the
previous time a few months ago, he felt a little tingle as he was scanned.

   "Unable to comply," the teledrone finally said.

   "What?" Sopha barked, her brow furrowing.

   "Mystic profile too extensive for scanner capabilities," the teledrone
clarified.

   Sopha's eyes widened.  "That thing has very nearly the best magic
scanning tools on the market," she commented to no one in particular. 
Certainly she wasn't addressing Aldric, whom she never spoke to except to
order him to fuck her.  She was silent for a moment, lips pursed in
thought, before ordering him to proceed fucking her and the other
concubines again, an activity in which he eagerly indulged for the rest of
the night...

   In the morning when he visited Charelle, the elf girl opened the door to
her chambers to receive him and kissed him deeply, surprising him despite
the fact that they had shamelessly made out in front of everyone yesterday.
He recovered enough to wrap his arms around her and kiss back, before she
withdrew.

   "I'm getting ready to begin initiation into the Artificers' Order," she
said, biting her lip.

   "What?" Aldric blinked.  "But-- you won't be here anymore?"

   She shook her head, a bit wistfully, but there was nevertheless
excitement underlying her tone.  "No, training takes years.  But it will be
wonderful!  To learn more about crafting things, and to be around the
finest crafters in the nine galaxies!  I'll miss you though," she said.

   "I'm happy for you," Aldric said, pecking her nose lightly, prompting a
giggle from her.  "But why now?"

   "Well, no point in waiting any longer, since you're leaving," Charelle
said.  She couldn't help but laugh at the dumbstruck expression on Aldric's
face.  "Sopha didn't tell you?  She's shipping you off to a magic academy."

   "What?!  But I-- I'm just a slave." He couldn't deny that the prospect
of learning to use his newly discovered magic excited him greatly, but it
seemed so unreal.  And to be away from Charelle and Tia, the girls he
loved?

   "You know why you're so valuable," Charelle said.  "Magic makes you more
valuable.  Trained expertise even more so.  Sopha's just angling for more
status.  A handsome slave, with a giant cock and powerful magic?  You're
her prized trophy." Aldric blushed slightly at her frank appraisal.

   "How long before you leave?" he asked.

   She shrugged.  "Not until you leave, which won't be for at least several
days.  Knowing my sister, she won't be content to put you in any magic
school.  Nope, she's gonna want the best.  That'll take some time for even
her to finagle though.  Places like Oberon and Eberschal are very picky,
and even a Grand Merchantress can't bribe them."

   Aldric's head was spinning.  He didn't even know any magic academies,
much less the two that his sweetheart had named as among the best.  "Okay,"
he said softly, deciding to process it later, "that means we still have
some time together.  What do you want to do?"

   "Will you give me a bath?" Charelle asked shyly, the tips of her ears
turning pink.  "Not just my back.  Everywhere." He kissed her gently, and
joined her in the jacuzzi of her chambers, tenderly soaping up her entire
body, and paying extra attention to her small-chested nipples and plump
bald cunt, wresting low shuddering orgasms from her as he did so...

   The orcchanalia was two nights later.  Charelle had convinced Sopha to
give her favorite concubine the evening off for it, and so Aldric left the
compound to travel to a forest clearing inbetween the compound and the
nearest city.  Decorations and shamanistic orc totems aplenty had been
strung up, along with floating lanterns of many colors.  Three different
bands played three different tunes that all jangled together in the sort of
chaotic melody that orcs loved.  Aldric was still stark naked, because
Sopha enforced his clothesless state at all times, but felt less
self-conscious about it, given that several orcs were in various states of
nudity or half-nudity.

   Shirtless orc lads wrestled fiercely.  Grizzled orc men and women arm
wrestled each other.  Orcs of all ages shot primitive arrows blindfolded in
the general direction of targets.  Ale flowed freely and was consumed just
as quickly.  Two handcrafted thrones of bamboo had been constructed and
were occupied by the two stars of the orcchanalia, the Captain's 18 year
old daughters, girls who would become women this very night.

   Aldric couldn't help but admire them.  Their green skin was vivid and
healthy, their eyes were bright friendly yellows, and their boobs jutted
out like ripe melons from their chests, clearly visible under their tight
white dresses, which were garlanded around the waist by flowers in varying
hues of purple and lavender.  Their hair was in long black braids, with
each girl having a single braid dyed red to signify her coming of age.

   He hoped his cock didn't twitch too obviously when he looked at them. 
That was the awkward thing about always being naked; it was very hard to
hide it when he found a female attractive.  Orc eyes caught sight of him,
and welcomed him with raucous cheers of, "It's the naked berserker!" He
flushed slightly, but although the orcs derived lots of amusement from the
phrase, it was clear they were praising his battle skill highly as well. 
The Captain and the other orcs on Sopha's guard had obviously relayed his
exploits to their fellows.

   "Well, you're a stripling, and no mistake," one tall orc man grunted. 
"Let's see if you're as strong as an orc!"

   Setting aside the fact that the orc looked to be in his twenties and
much bigger than he was, Aldric just grinned and challenged him to an arm
wrestling match on the spot.  Guffaws erupted around them at the expression
on the orc's face from the human lad's audacity, and they took seats on
opposite sides of a table, clasping hands.  "And...  go!" an onlooking orc
set them off, and Aldric's breath whooshed out of him as the orc pushed his
arm down halfway to the table in one hard push.

   He found reserves of strength, however, and managed to keep from being
pushed any further down, though it cost him every ounce of effort he had.
The lean muscles on his arms rippled as he fought to lift up the orc's arm
- his muscles had continued to develop at an astonishing rate in the past
few months, gradually becoming less boyish and more masculine.

   The slave wasn't able to gain any ground, but neither could his
opponent, and finally, the orc's stamina flagged, enabling Aldric to slam
him down in that split-second.  He roared in defeat, and the onlooking orcs
cheered.  "No fair," the orc grumbled.  "I've already had a pint of ale,
you haven't had any."

   "That's right, lad," the orc Captain came up to him, "you need to
partake!  Mind, it might burn your throat."

   "Bet that just makes it go down better," Aldric's eyes flashed
mischievously, and the orcs laughed.

   "He really does behave like an orc!" One middle-aged orc woman remarked
as another handed him a flash of orcish ale.  "Now to see if he drinks like
one!"

   Aldric knew enough of orcs to know that he couldn't sip at the ale and
get used to it.  So he threw his head back and chugged it all down.  His
throat tingled, and maybe stung a little, but surprisingly didn't burn,
despite the acrid taste.  He felt a little light-headed, as he experienced
his first buzz, and tossed the flask down when he'd emptied it.

   "Best drink I've ever had!" he quipped, and the orcs roared in laughter,
obviously extremely impressed that this human lad had downed an entire
quaff without gagging.  "Give me some more!" More laughter, and he was
handed another flask, which he downed just as quickly.

   The night soon dissolved into a haze, as Aldric got more and more drunk,
but he continued to excel in the various orcish games.  He staggered around
with every step, but managed to actually hit the target when he was
wielding the primitive bow blindfolded, a feat that only two other orcs had
managed.  He won more arm wrestling contests than he lost, and he managed
to wrestle a giant bear of an ancient orc to the ground with a combination
of lean strength and agility.

   In games of hand to hand combat and staff sparring, Aldric shone.  Even
as drunk as he was, his instincts and skill were sure, and he defeated
nearly all comers, including the Captain, who, to be fair, was nearly as
drunk as the slave was.  He didn't notice the twin orc girls watching him
with bright eyes and licking their full orcish lips as they ogled his
sweaty muscular frame, but eventually, he found himself in a tent with two
wantonly horny orc teenage girls.

   In his drunken state, he wasn't aware that Phabuka and Khammunra had
BOTH chosen him to mate with and father their children - he only knew that
soft female hands were grasping his cock and groping his body, as hot wet
mouths kissed him and various naughty parts.  He kissed a soaking wet
orcish pussy that rode his face, as hot wet paradise engulfed his gigantic
cock.  He thrust up into that fertile green teenage cunt, bucking savagely
as two orc twin girls shrieked ecstasy that could be heard over the chaotic
music outside the tent.

   The Captain roared with approving laughter, glad his daughters had
chosen such a man for themselves, and toasted the father-to-be of his
grandchildren as all the other orcs raised and quaffed their flasks.

   Inside the tent, Aldric was pounding away, fucking and fucking and
fucking, his lust insatiable, his stamina endless.  Both orc girls cummed
and cummed, again and again, as he slammed his cock into their juicy teen
cunts over and over, before finally flooding Phabuka's ovulating womb with
quarts of human jizz.  He fucked her and cummed in her a second time before
Khammunra managed to get the drunken lad to cum inside her pussy too.

   But he wasn't done.  He kept fucking and cumming even after thoroughly
fertilizing their pussies, till the tent stank of jizz and sweat, and he
and his two new lovers finally collapsed together into slumber as the first
rays of dawn peeked over the horizon...

   He woke up in the early afternoon, with no hangover, to find the lovely
orc vixens sleeping in his arms.  He only vaguely remembered the night
before, but was shocked to realize that the Captain's daughters had chosen
him, a human, to mate with!  He stayed with the sleeping girls till they
awoke, and they all exited the tent together, to the cheers of the various
orcs - those were who weren't passed-out drunk, at least.

   When he reached the compound again, a middle-aged woman - the same slave
who had summoned Aldric to Sopha's audience chamber that very first time,
several months ago - met him, telling him that his shuttle to Oberon left
from the city spaceport that evening.  He gaped, stammering, but the woman
had delivered her message and left him standing there.

   He had no possessions to speak of, nothing to pack, so he just went to
Charelle's chambers.  As he came to her door, he was met by the sprite Tia,
whom he impulsively enveloped in a deep hug.  The red-gold-headed girl
mewled happily in his embrace, and kissed him.  "I'll miss you," he said
sadly.

   "You'll see me again rather soon," she giggled.

   "I will?" he blinked.  "How do you know?"

   "Trust me," she winked mischievously.

   "I am," he said.  "Otherwise I wouldn't know you're pregnant." Despite
being several months since the first time they had made love, Tia's belly
had yet to round or plump out.  The sprite had told him that her term would
be far longer than what he'd expect, on the order of many years before she
gave birth, which had surprised him.

   "Cheeky," she laughed, and kissed him again.  "Go say goodbye to your
sweetheart." Without another word, she vanished, leaving him in an embrace
with empty air.  He shook his head in rueful amusement, and knocked on the
door to Charelle's room.

   The door opened, and he entered to find Charelle and her maids packing.
"I take it you got the message," the young elf girl said.  He nodded, not
knowing what to say.  She left her maids to keep packing and came over to
him, putting her arms on his shoulders, as he gripped her waist lightly. 
"Sopha might not allow you to leave the magic academy till your training is
complete, but the artificers can't stop me from visiting you.  But," she
added wistfully, "it will probably be at least a few months."

   He laughed.  "You'll be so excited learning artifice that you won't even
notice the time going."

   Her eyes lit up.  "I hope you're right!  I really am looking forward to
it, Aldric.  I'm gonna apply everything I learn to your sword too."

   He smiled, his heart warmed.  "You don't hafta do that, Charelle."

   "Sure I do." She cupped his cheek.  "I want to.  You need a name for the
sword now." He blinked in confusion.  "All great weapons are named.  And
all great warriors have great weapons."

   He flushed.  "I'm not a warrior."

   "Sure you are, 'naked berserker'," she winked at him, and laughed at the
expression on his face.  "I know you're much more than a warrior.  But many
great men, great mages and great statesmen, great men of all kinds, have
great talismans."

   "If you say so," he answered, knowing better than to reply with, 'I'm
just a slave.' He thought for a moment.  "Thoraendir."

   "Thunderbolt," Charelle repeated.  "In Elvish?"

   "Because you made it," he pointed out.  "And something about thunder
just...feels right."

   "Stay with me till you leave?" she asked then.

   "Of course," he said, touching his forehead to hers.

   Without turning her head, she spoke to her maids.  "Leave us." They
bowed and complied, and when they had left, the girl continued, "I love
you, Aldric.  Before we leave, will you...  will you make love to me?  I
know I'm not as pretty as Sopha, but--"

   He cut her off, lifting her chin tenderly to gaze into her large liquid
eyes.  "You are gorgeous," he said reverently, his voice deeper than it
usually was.  "Far more than your sister.  And I don't love Sopha.  But I
love you."

   She melted in his arms then, kissing him passionately, and her clothes
seemed to vanish in the haze of their desire.  She helped him take off his
various golden and jeweled accoutrements; he wouldn't need them on Oberon,
and Charelle wanted to fuck the young man she loved, not the slave who was
her sister's favored concubine.

   And then she was beneath him on her silken sheets, her legs spreading
wide as his swollen knob pushed gently between her puffy bald pussy lips.
"Hnngh!" she moaned in lewd guttural girlish pleasure, her back arching as
she slurped his giant babymaker into her hot drenched satin.  Aldric
grunted in bliss as he felt the girl he loved - the second girl he loved -
rippling around his manhood, sucking him greedily in.

   Thrusting ever forward, he finally bottomed out inside her, his fat
churning balls smacking lightly against her cute tiny elvish bum.  "Oh
gods, Aldric," Charelle moaned.  "You're sooo biiiig, and it feeeeels so
gooooooooooooooood..." Her voice trailed off into murmurs of languid
pleasure as Aldric slowly began thrusting in and out of her, gently making
love to her, fucking her sweetly and tenderly.

   The sounds of their love were wet and squelching and slurpy, Charelle's
incredibly juicy virgin quim gobbling greedily on his massive young cock.
Aldric grunted and groaned in pure ecstasy, his cock lurching and throbbing
madly inside her tight hot silky wetness.  "I want...  you to cum...  in
me..." Charelle panted.  "I want to...  have your...  baby..." Her cunt
rippled and spasmed around his slab of dickmeat as he fucked her softly and
slowly, sending sensual bliss cascading over them both, his huge young cock
lurching madly at the thought of fathering his sweetheart's child.

   Finally, it was too much for Charelle, and she cried out shrilly, her
body locking up, as she surfed the crest of orgasm, her pussy clenching
spastically around his giant cock.  Her nails raked his back, and unable to
hold back any longer, he buried himself to the hilt in her again, and
groaned bestially as he pumped his wad deep inside her ravished cunt.  Load
after load spurted into her tight juicing fuckhole, drowning her eggs in
baby batter and thoroughly impregnating her with a half-human baby.

   They clutched each other, gasping, as they came down from their shared
high.  Charelle kissed him tenderly, and then demanded, "Now fuck me hard.
Show me the strength and power of a warrior mage!" Aldric sucked on her
tongue briefly in reply, then obeyed, hammering into her cream-filled cunt
again.  Charelle shrieked in renewed delight, their sweaty bodies slicking
together, as his huge teen dick rutted her with rough powerful slams.

   Rapture spiraled through her body as he took her, thunder pealing in his
heart, an alpha claiming his newest mate.  Her pussy clutched and gobbled
frantically on his cock, milking him relentlessly, until Charelle came
completely undone.  Her limbs flailed of their own accord, her body jerked
and flopped on the bed beneath him, as she cummed fantastically hard.  She
rode that constant high of continual, nonstop orgasm for hours as Aldric
pummeled her soaking wet elvish snatch with his huge human cock, pumping
half a dozen more loads inside her in the process.

   When they were both finally exhausted, they just lay there, holding each
other, his cock ensconced tightly, possessively, by her fresh, luscious
pussy.  Her rich golden hair was splayed about her head in a gorgeous fan
of sweaty tangles, and her small tits heaved.  "I love you, Aldric," she
whispered, and he kissed her.

   "I love you, too Charelle," he replied, his voice a deepening breathy
murmur.  She shivered with pleasure, both from his words and his tone.

   "I know I'm not the only girl you love," she said quietly after a
moment. "It's Tia, isn't it?"

   He blushed, and nodded.  "How did you know?"

   "You've been acting differently the past few months.  I can tell. 
You're in love.  I don't think it's one of the slave girls, so I can only
guess it's Tia." She kissed him gently, stroking his face, which was inches
apart from hers.  "I think you're going to find lots more girls who love
you, too."

   He furrowed his brow.  "I know I'm a horny guy, fucking Sopha and her
harem," he objected.  "But that doesn't mean--"

   Charelle cut him off with a giggle.  "You're like a dragon alpha.  You
have to fuck lots of girls, it's in your nature.  And we all crave you. 
Some of us will even love you.  And you'll love some of us too."

   "Like you, and Tia," he murmured fervently, wondering at her words.  Tia
had also told him of his alpha-like nature.

   "Mmm," she purred happily.  They lay there another half hour, before
Charelle roused herself.  "You have to get to the spaceport," she said
reluctantly.  "But you can't go naked."

   "Sopha's rules--" he began, but she cut him off with another titter.

   "Sopha's rules aren't worth a demon's word on Oberon," she laughed. 
"They're gonna want you clothed, no matter what she says." As they got out
of bed, she spoke to the air.  "Elfsilk tunic and trousers, Aldric."

   Far away, in a completely different galactic spiral arm, a replication
factory (or repfac) in one of the Nexus Empire's highly secured Foundries -
which were all controlled by the Order of Artificers - whirred to life.  In
less than a second, molecules were constructed from a near-infinite quantum
repository and assembled into rich clothing, before being tesserzapped
across the galaxy through several checkpoints, to appear as an elfsilk
tunic and trousers directly on Aldric's body, sized perfectly for him.

   He blushed, feeling slightly awkward, given that he hadn't worn any
clothing at all in the past several months.  "Thanks, Charelle.  You're the
best."

   "Here," she gave him the belt she'd made for him, and the laser sword,
now called Thoraendir, which had been kept in her room.  "You're all
packed?"

   He laughed.  "Nothing to pack.  They'll give me food and stuff at the
magic academy.  Your sword is all I need to bring."

   She smiled, and kissed him goodbye, before he headed out to the
shuttlepad.  The Captain and several orcs of Sopha's Guard were there to
see him off, saluting him, a fellow warrior and an honorary orc, as he
boarded the private shuttle to be taken to the public spaceport.  Shortly
thereafter, the vast passenger spacecraft jetted into space, bearing with
it a boy who had become a man, who was soon to become much more...

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