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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 5 of 11 - Of Fairies and Familiars
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ 1st F1st piv impreg cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Aldric learns the darkest secret of the planet Oberon.  Set in
the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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AGE: 19
Eldenbrugh's chapel sat beneath a large ornate dome, sandwiched between
three minarets.  The dome was formed of what appeared to be stained glass,
forming a mosaic of divine worship while filtering in the aurora's light in
a rainbow of colors that splashed onto the chapel below.  Pews and
tapestries and holy symbols abounded, but there was only one shrine, for
only one god was venerated here: the Godqueen, mistress of all gods and
patron of both magic and dragons.  Her statue towered towards the dome
behind the altar, with a dragon head perched atop a long draconic neck
stemming from a humanoid body, whose breasts were bare.  Great wings arched

out from her shoulderblades, spanning half the diameter of the chapel.

   Aldric stopped by the chapel regularly, lighting a candle every morning
and evening.  He'd been raised to pay lip service, at the very least, to
all the gods of the Nexus Empire, but Belsarrae had taught him more of the
Godqueen's history and nature.  More than the sovereign of deities, she was
the master of all magic, and so it behooved mages to stay in her good
graces.

   So Aldric was coming to the chapel one morning, to light a candle and
whisper his thanks for the great gift he had been given, but he paused in
the arched doorway when he saw someone was already there.  Of course, there
was more than enough room in the chapel for two people - it was large
enough to comfortably house dozens at a time - but the girl already in
there was bowing face down on the floor, whispering fervent prayers, and
Aldric did not wish to disturb her privacy.

   Even so, he caught snatches of her murmurs.  "Restore our
glory...curse...the titans...worthy..." He could make no sense of them
however, so he studied the girl herself.  He didn't know her, but she was
clearly another apprentice, and was of the Ealoa race.  Her skin was
silvery, her long ringlets a bold pink, and tiny feathered wings fluttered
restlessly on her back.  As she was prostrate, he could not see the mystic
golden horn on her forehead, nor her pearly eyes, but knew they would be
there.

   He supposed he could use divination to understand what her prayers were
about, but he didn't wish to be that intrusive; he would ask 'Rae instead.
The alien girl who slept in his bed was terrifically intelligent, and might
have some notion of what this Ealoa girl's words pertained to.  Eventually,
the girl finished her prayers, stood up and turned around.  She jerked in
startlement to see Aldric there, and the 19 year old young man for his part
struggled not to gape.

   She was gorgeous!  She had an incredibly cute baby face, long pointed
ears, loose pink bangs around her sensuously curved horn, plush kissable
lips - and gigantic tits on her bare chest, each half again the size of her
head!  He had forgotten from his studies that Ealoa typically went topless,
not wishing to restrict their wings.

   While he tried, mostly successfully, not to boggle, the girl blushed but
gave him a haughty expression, and left the chapel, brushing lightly past
him.  She smelled wonderful, her scent heady and fragrant, and her name
came to him in a flash of instinctive, subconscious divination: Zemeris. 
He smiled somewhat goofily after her departing form, till she turned a
corner and vanished from sight.

   Remembering his purpose, he went into the chapel, and made a sign of
reverence to the statue.  He conjured a small flame and lit one of the
enchanted never-melting candles, which perfumed the air with a slight
incense.  He noted, as he always did, the little offerings that the various
fairies and sprites of Eldenbrugh left on the altar: acorns, thimbles,
crystals, carvings, leaves, and so on.  It had surprised him from the very
beginning, for fairy folk very rarely paid any heed to deities, yet here
were all or most of the castle's fairies revering the Godqueen.

   He had asked Belsarrae about it, and had been even more surprised that
she hadn't any idea why.  A divination the two had performed together had
not revealed anything either, which led 'Rae to surmise that it was a very
old secret, beyond the reach of divinations they could currently perform.

   He made another sign of reverence and whispered his usual gratitude to
the Godqueen for his magical abilities, when it was his turn to be
interrupted.  A fluttering of tiny wings heralded the arrival of a pixie
into the chapel, bearing a tiny pixie-sized blossom in her hands.  She was
only about six inches tall, with lovely iridescent wings that trailed
glitter.  Her face was cute and sweet, and her eyes were a glimmering
green. Long red curls trailed out behind her flying body, out of which
poked finely pointed ears, which were common among fairies, elves, and
Ealoa.  She wore a pixie dress made of gossamer, and was very clearly small
chested.  She looked to be about 18 years old, though of course one could
never tell with fairyfolk, Tia being the prime example.

   "Oh!" she gasped upon seeing him.  Her exclamation was barely audible,
more an expelling of breath than an uttered sound.

   "I'm sorry," he smiled easily at her.  "I can come back later if you'd
like some privacy."

   "No, no," she said quickly, her voice a sweet high-pitched chirp.  "I
just-- oh, you're that young man!" The way she said 'that young man' left
no doubt what she meant: the prodigy, the slave, the human who had
overloaded the Telling Runes.

   "That's me," he said.  "My name's Aldric."

   She fluttered closer on her rapidly beating wings and inhaled, her
eyelids flickering as though she were intoxicated.  "Oh!  Oh my, you are...
you are very magical.  Like Oberon with legs." Fairies were drawn to
concentrations of magic, Aldric remembered, and even required it to live,
so this little pixie's reaction to him made sense, he surmised.  "I'm
Shaitresse," she finally remembered to introduce herself.  "I just came to
pray to the Godqueen." She made a face, which looked utterly adorable.  "My
mothers want to marry me off."

   "Oh?" Aldric kept his tone neutral.

   "Yeah," Shaitresse sniffed in dismay.  "To a fat old gnomishkin with
wrinkly skin and blind milky eyes."

   "I'm sorry," he said sincerely.  "I hope the Godqueen answers your
prayer."

   "Me too," she said.  "I found the prettiest flower I could for her." She
held up the blossom she was carrying, and hovered over to lay it reverently
on the altar.

   "I'll pray with you," he said.  "The Godqueen blessed me with great
magical gifts.  Maybe that means she likes me, and she'll listen to what I
have to say."

   Shaitresse lit up.  "Maybe!  You're awfully nice for a Bigfolk.  Thank
you!" She hovered over and planted a barely tangible kiss on his cheek, and
he blushed.  He lit another candle for Shaitresse, and knelt before the
altar, as she knelt upon it, and together they prayed for her fate.

   So the friendship between young man and pixie began.  Every morning they
would meet in the chapel and pray together, that Shaitresse wouldn't be
married off to someone she didn't love, and Aldric would light two candles.
He did his normal meditations at his evening visits instead, in which he
opened his mind to feeling and discerning and understanding the ebb and
flow of magic around him, in an attempt to become more attuned to it.

   Shaitresse often complained about her mothers, and one day Aldric asked,
"How do you have multiple mothers?  I mean, I gather they're all lesbian,
but the way you say it makes it sound like they all gave birth to you."

   Shaitresse looked at him as though it should have been obvious.  "I'm
flowerborn, silly!" He raised an eyebrow, indicating that he didn't have
any idea what she was talking about.  "Lots of fairies are born from
flowers, appearing as an infant out of unfolding petals.  My mothers
conjured me together from the fairest summer blossom 18 years ago, and here
I am!"

   "Well, I'm certainly glad you're here, Shai," he smiled, and she
blushed. She then got a thoughtful look on her face.

   That thoughtful look persisted over the next few mornings, and one
morning she asked him, "Will you have me as your familiar, Aldric?"

   He blinked in surprise as he lit the first candle.  "I didn't know
fairies could be familiars," he furrowed his brow.

   "Well, usually we can't," she giggled, "because we have to stay around
high concentrations of magic, and mages go all sorts of places.  But you're
a walking node.  As long as I'm around you, I'll be heathy and strong, no
matter where we are!"

   "Then I would be honored, Shaitresse," he smiled at her, feeling a
swelling of pride in his chest that anyone would want to be his familiar.

   "Great!" she exclaimed, wrapping herself around his shoulder in an
excited pixie hug.  "If a fairy is a familiar, she can't marry unless her
master allows it!"

   "Oh," he said, somewhat desmalled, "that's why you want to be my
familiar."

   "Only partly," she beamed at him.  "There's..." She tittered and
blushed. "...another reason too."

   "Okay, but won't your mothers get mad?" he cautioned.

   "Yup!" she laughed, "but they won't be able to do anything about it. 
And they won't hurt you or anything.  But the other reason I want you..."
She paused, and he noted that she had said she 'wanted him', not just
'wanted him as her master'.  "There are lots of ways a fairy can bind
herself to a master," she said slowly, "and one of the ways" - here she
blushed crimson - "is by absorbing his seed." Aldric gaped at her, and she
hurriedly continued.  "I know I'm not big enough for you to fuck me, but
you can still cover me in it, and it'll soak through my skin.  And I can
swallow some, and you can even squirt some at my pussy.  I really like you,
Aldric, and I want you so badly." She looked at him with an earnest
expression that did nothing to disguise her eagerness, and he grinned at
her.

   "Shaitresse," he said, "I would like nothing better than to cover your
sexy little body in my jizz." She squealed happily and clapped her hands
before planting a tiny pixie kiss on his mouth.  "Can we go to my room?" he
said.  The now-pregnant naga girl Usura was constantly catching him to fuck
in public places where they could be caught, and he hoped Shaitresse didn't
have that sort of streak in her too.

   "Okay!" she grinned happily, and alit on his shoulder before he
tesserported them to the room he shared with Belsarrae.  'Rae was gone at
the moment, studying, and infant girls Nilsannae and Elarora were sleeping
in their cribs, with magical charms watching over them to ensure their
care. "Wow!" the pixie exclaimed, fluttering from crib, utterly charmed by
the babies.  Her pixie glitter dusted them lightly from her flapping wings,
causing the infant girls to coo happily in their sleep.

   Aldric picked them up one at a time, rocking each one a bit and kissing
her forehead, showing them off to his newest lover.  "Are you fertile,
Shai?" he asked her.

   She bit her lip uncertainly.  "I don't know.  Everyone thinks I am,
but...  it's been a long time since any fairies on Oberon were fertile."

   "Really?" he arched an eyebrow.  "I didn't know that."

   She blushed.  "It's not something we tell a lot of people.  You can tell
Belsarrae, but please don't tell anyone else, Aldric.  I mean, Master."

   "You don't have to call me 'master'," he laughed.

   "Sure I do!" she cheeped at him.  "Besides, I kinda like it.  It's hot.
Let me milk your cock, master.  Jizz all over my body, master.  Breed my
tiny pixie pussy, master!" Aldric's cock was a throbbing foot-long fat
erection in his trousers, and she giggled merrily.  "Well?  Show me
already!"

   He magicked away his clothes with an effortless act of will.  He had
gotten so used to casting that charm, given how often he was having sex,
that he no longer needed words or gestures, or even very much
concentration, to do it!  Shaitresse gasped in astonished delight as his
massive slab of cock sprang up towards her, flinging hot strands of precum
that fell across her body.  She licked her lips, "Mmm, tasty!" she
approved, and wiggled out of her gossamer dress.

   "Spread your legs, Shai," Aldric told her, and she shivered in pleasure
to be commanded.

   "Yes, master!" she said, and spread her little legs, bearing her tiny
bald 18 year old pussy to him, which glistened with her moisture.  He bent
forward and slithered his hot wet tongue onto her.  It was too large of
course to do much more than rub between her legs, but Shaitresse shrieked
out in ecstasy at the intimate contact, immediately anointing his tongue
with sweet pixie nectar.  "Oh gods, master, yes, ohhhh!" She ground on his
tongue as he licked back and forth, drenching his tongue in girlcum as much
as he was soaking her cunt in hot saliva.

   After a few minutes of this, she abruptly pulled away, and dived down
for his cock, kissing and licking eagerly all over it.  "I can't wait
anymore, master!" she said, moaning as she wrapped her body around his
throbbing pole.  "I need your seed!" Aldric groaned in pleasure as she
humped the underside of his shaft, her teen pixie pussy dripping dew down
his fat shlong as her hard nipples scraped erotically into his cock just
below where her tongue licked.

   His massive young cock began lurching harder, and he grunted out,
"Getting close, Shai...  Ride my knob!" She whooped lustily and obeyed,
flying up to land on his cockhead, spreading her legs to wrap around it
from above, and positioning her puffy wet slit just on his cumslit.

   She huffed out her pleasure as she urged him on.  "Do it, master! 
Squirt all over my little pixie pussy.  Breed me!  Make me yours, master,
yours forever!" With a final grunt and terrific lurch of his cock that
nearly flung Shaitresse off, Aldric bellowed and spunked.  A geyser of jizz
erupted beneath Shaitresse, an eruption of seed that was thicker than she
was, completely enveloping her in spunk.

   The pixie screamed in ecstasy as the sensations triggered her orgasms,
as his cum shot powerfully into her virgin cunt and slathered her
completely.  The force of his cum spurts were so potent that they blew her
right off his cock and into the air, where his blasts of jizz kept painting
her over and over and over, in thick gooey layers of baby batter than
blanketed her from head to toe.  "Master, oh master, yes, my master, oh
godssssss!" She babbled a litany of praise as she juiced and juiced, unable
to stop so long as he squirted his hot musky spunk onto her.

   It seemed ages before they came down from their high, and Aldric thought
the sight of Shaitresse, lolling in mid-air with ecstasy and covered
completely by his jizz, was incredibly lovely and erotic.  She had swooped
to catch every one of his jizz blasts, so that none missed her.  Before his
eyes, he could see the cum start to disappear, seeping into her skin, and
eventually leaving behind no evidence of its ever being there other than a
new healthy glow.

   And Aldric could sense the mystic connection between them now.  They
would always be able to sense where the other was, no matter how far away,
and she could draw on his magical power even as he could cast spells
through her.  Shaitresse's eyes gradually focused and she gave him a smile
of pure and untrammeled happiness before darting forth and kissing the tip
of his nose.  "Thank you so much, master!  I really really really hope you
got me pregnant.  I want to fill Oberon with your pixie daughters!"

   "I hope so too," Aldric grinned, and licked the front of her body,
teasing her bald cunt and small-chested nips as she giggled with breathless
pleasure.

   "I guess the Godqueen really did answer my prayer," Shaitresse
reflected. "She answered even before I prayed it.  Because you were there
as soon as I walked into the chapel when we first met."

   Aldric beamed at her.  "So...should we go tell your mothers the news?"

   "I'd better do it," Shaitresse recommended.  "They...live in brughs
where they usually don't allow non-fairy visitors.  I can bring you with
me, since you're my master, but that will just make them madder."

   "Okay," he said.  "Good luck, Shai!  I'll be right here." The pixie
kissed his nose again, conjured her gossamer gown back on, and flew out
through the tower window, leaving a glittering trail of pixie dust behind
her.  Aldric contacted Belsarrae telepathically and told her what had
transpired, and she giggled in his mind.

   =No girl can resist you,= she thought back at him, and he blushed.  =I'm
really glad you were able to help her out too.  That is so fascinating that
a fairy would offer herself to anyone as a familiar!  Well, it if would
happen to anyone, of course it would be to you.  I wonder if you really did
get her pregnant! =We could do a divination,= he offered, =but that would
spoil the surprise. =You scamp,= her laugh came back into his mind.  =This
talk about you covering Shaitresse in jizz is making me horny.  Can we fuck
after I leave this class? =I'm right here in our room,= he laughed, and her
lusty giggle came back to him.  While waiting for 'Rae to return, he called
Charelle on the holocomm, and shared the news with her.  She was just as
interested as Belsarrae in the curious phenomenon, and likewise wondered
naughtily if he'd knocked her up.  He held Elarora in his arms during the
call, and the infant cooed at the image of her mother as Aldric waved her
tiny arm at Charelle, whose heart was clearly melting into a puddle of goo.

   "I love you, my heart," she said to the baby.  "And I love you too,
Aldric.  Miss you both.  Kiss her for me." Aldric did so, kissing Elarora's
forehead on her behalf before signing off.

   It was at that point that 'Rae returned.  She pounced on him
immediately, and he caught her, letting himself fall back onto the bed, as
their clothes vanished.  The alien girl straddled his hips and sank his
giant cock inside her glistening purple pussy, their grunts and moans
forming a counterpoint to each other as she began riding her baby daddy.

   But after only a few minutes, Aldric abruptly sensed that Shaitresse was
entering Eldenbrugh once again, and he telepathically sensed an uproar
throughout the castle.  'Rae wasn't magically attuned enough to notice, but
she did note the change in Aldric's demeanor.  "What is it?" she moaned
out, mostly coherently.

   "Shai's back.  And several fairy queens have entered the castle!"

   "Wha--?  Gods and devils.  Finish me quickly," Belsarrae begged, and
Aldric obeyed, gripping her waist and jangling her atop his cockmeat
roughly, wringing a shrill screaming orgasm out of her in just a couple
more minutes, as he pumped his load of spunk inside her.

   They quickly dressed - which meant Aldric magicked their clothes back
onto their bodies - and double-checked the care charms for the babies
before hurrying out to see the ruckus.  As soon as they reached the bottom
of the apprentices' tower, they met the fairy queens, gliding through a
grand corridor.  Old mages and young apprentices alike gaped at the sight,
crowding behind them, but careful to give them plenty of room and not to
obstruct their passage.  All Oberon belonged to the fairies, and they could
go anywhere in Eldenbrugh they wished, though few other than sprites and
pixies exercised the privilege.

   These weren't just any fairies; they were eladrin, the oldest, noblest,
and wisest of all the fairies on Oberon.  Millions of years old, these fey
women (and the rest of their few peers on the planet) were as close to
royalty as fairies possessed.  Shaitresse floated behind them, appearing
abashed at the attention, and the procession of fairy queens stopped as
they saw Aldric and Belsarrae.

   Gabberdil Noyner was in the crowd behind them, looking sullen and then
outraged as the queens stopped for Aldric.  He was fuming so much that his
thoughts practically blared themselves to the mystic telepathy Aldric had
begun developing.  Apparently he had attempted to curry favor with the
fairy queens by offering his assistance and escort, and they had completely
ignored him, snubbing him.

   "There here is!" Shaitresse pointed him out, though she hardly needed
to; any fairy worth her salt could sense the incredible node of mystic
power that was Aldric.  "Hi, master!" He couldn't help but grin at her
bubbly enthusiasm.

   "These are your mothers, Shai?" he exclaimed.  "You're a princess?!" She
blushed but nodded and said nothing else, deferring to her mothers.  Said
mothers were regarding him very carefully and curiously, their expressions
betraying nothing.  Yet he saw the flared nostrils that were common for
fairies in his presence, as they drew incredible vitality from his magical
aura.

   There were 16 of them, all willowy and tall.  Belsarrae's astonished
thought, =The elementals of Oberon!= floated into his mind, and he saw that
indeed they represented the four elements of the fairy planet.  Seven of
them were the seas of Oberon, their skin and hair all the shades that water
could be, from blue to green and inbetween, and even purplish and silvery.
Four were the winds, whose hair blew and flapped in unseen and unfelt
gusts. Four were the seasons, bedecked in fruits or flowers or frost or
leaves; though most of Oberon was an eternal springtime, there were regions
where the other seasons reigned.  The last had red skin and flaming hair,
with miniature suns for eyes.

   He felt their minds probing his, seeking knowledge and understanding of
him.  Instinctively he began to resist, then let his mental defenses relax.
Although he was not yet learned enough to resist their efforts (although
certainly he one day could, with the vast power he commanded, unlike most),
he felt it wise not to resist, even if he could have.  They only wished to
know their daughter's master, after all.

   Finally the fiery eladrin spoke.  "Aldric Thundersoul of Garius VIII,
come thou with us." She said nothing more, but all sixteen eladrin women
turned on their heels and walked away, clearly expecting him to follow
their directive.  He did, kissing 'Rae briefly goodbye, since it was
understood that he had to come alone.

   Shaitresse came to alight on his shoulder as the other mages watched him
in awe.  "They said I'm pregnant, master!" she whispered excitedly into his
ear, and his huge cock throbbed in his trousers as he imagined her little
pixie tummy swelling up with little pixie babes.

   "I'm so happy, Shai," he grinned, whispering back.  "Where are they
taking us?  Is everything alright?"

   "They're ecstatic I'm pregnant," she murmured, "even if they don't show
it.  I don't know where we're going though."

   So he followed them, through the castle and finally out of the great
gate, across the meadow, and into the fairy-ridden forests.  He knew that
the fairy queens could have tesserported them all to their destination, but
while nearly all fairies could tesserport with ease, most disdained its
use, preferring to walk or swim or fly.  The eladrin women maintained their
stately pace all the while, seeming almost to glide along the ground.

   The forest was beautiful; Aldric had been in it before, but the queens
led him ever deeper into it, into wilder and denser regions where few if
any non-fairies had ever been.  After hours of walking - during which
Aldric used his magic to refresh himself when needed - they arrived at what
he sensed was the heart of Oberon's enchanted forests.  A great wall of
tangled vines and tree trunks was in front of them, and curved slightly
away in either direction, leading him to believe it was a circular wall
around a very large space.

   The queens each took up a chant, that sounded more like wild animals
than intelligible speech, and the vines and trunks of the wall twisted
themselves away to form a great archway through them.  The eladrin glided
through it, followed by Aldric and Shaitresse.

   Inside was a veritable paradise.  Light filtered in through a canopy of
green and silver leaves, vines twisted everywhere, and blossoms rained down
in drifting flurries.  Tree trunks were fluted so that the wind whistled
harmoniously through them, and the air was warm and sweet.  There were no
animals or insects of any kind, nor even any other fairies, despite nymphs
and sprites and pixies being commonplace throughout the rest of the planet.

   The canopy obscured the sky and went off in the distance as far as he
could see; this was a truly massive enclosure.  Shaitresse was in as much
awe as Aldric; clearly she'd never set foot in here either.  What kind of
place was so holy that even the princess of the fairies had never been?

   He caught a glimmer out the corner of his eye, and upon turning his head
was dumbfounded to see a gigantic golden dragon skull!  The thing was huge,
easily the size of Eldenbrugh's domed chapel, and glinted in the
ever-present auroreal light.  Then he saw the rest of the skeleton...also
made of gold, it stretched out for thousands of yards, the remains of an
utterly enormous creature, bigger than any dragon he'd ever heard of.  The
skeleton was overgrown with vines and blossoms, and had clearly been here a
long time, though how long he wasn't certain.  Nowhere in the histories of
Oberon that he was familiar with had dragons ever been mentioned.

   He twisted his neck to look at Shaitresse, still sitting on his
shoulder, and she shrugged, clearly just as puzzled as he.  The eladrin
queens made no comment however, continuing to glide along, and for well
over an hour they kept walking.  Aldric had the uncanny sensation that this
enclosure was bigger on the inside than its exterior would indicate;
tesseract storage was common in the Nexus Empire, so he was familiar with
the phenomenon.

   They passed more giant golden dragon skeletons, and Aldric grew
curiouser and curiouser.  None were smaller than the first they'd seen, and
several were a great deal larger.  Shaitresse's mothers said nothing
however, continuing to guide their daughter and her master.

   Finally, Aldric's attention was wrested by the largest golden dragon
skeleton he'd seen yet.  It was visible from a distance, nearly as long as
Eldenbrugh was tall!  Given its immensity, it was surprising he hadn't seen
it earlier, but he suspected the magicks of this place hid it from view. 
They came to where the skull rested, shiny golden hues flickering along its
surface.  There was a grove of willow trees beside it.  The hanging
branches hung lower and thicker than any willows Aldric had ever before
seen, completely obscuring what lay within the grove.

   A man stood with his back to them, facing the grove.  He was hunched
over with age, and his hair was long and pure white.  Pointed ears
indicated his fairy nature, but they drooped.  Aldric stifled a gasp.  Was
this fairy...  old?  How could a fairy be old?  They were always youthfully
immortal.  Shaitresse's eladrin mothers were millions of years in age and
still appeared to be in the prime of their lives.

   The fairy queens stopped as they approached the impossibly old fairy. 
They did not bow, for fairies were notoriously irreverent, Eldenbrugh
sprites' offerings to the Godqueen notwithstanding.  Instead, they waited.
Aldric came around to stand beside them, peering curiously at the old
fairy. Shaitresse was bouncing on his shoulder with excitement, but knew
better than to interrupt the silence with any explanations to her master.

   Finally, the old man turned around, his feet shuffling with the
impossible weight of age on his shoulders.  His face was lined and
crinkled, and age spots mottled his skin.  Aldric couldn't help but stare.
He could FEEL the age on him, even more than seeing the physical signs. 
And suddenly he realized - he was looking at the Eldest eladrin, whose
castle Eldenbrugh's had been, before he left it and bequeathed it to the
ancient emperor Zalrion's court mage Hyragos, ten thousand years ago.

   The Eldest's eyes were bright however, lacking any mental infirmity, and
they twinkled.  When at last he spoke, it was in a rasping whisper, as
though he hadn't said a word in eons.  "Thunder," was all he said at first,
and a chill of magic ran up Aldric's spine.  "There is thunder in your
soul."

   The exact words Tia had said to him, a year ago.  What was it she, and
now the Eldest, saw in him?  It wasn't merely his great inborn wealth of
magic, he was certain.  He bowed his head respectfully, and answered,
"Yes."

   The Eldest cocked his head, as though considering his words, and studied
the young man with those bright, intelligent eyes.  "Do you know why I left
Eldenbrugh and gave it to the young naga Hyragos?"

   The ancient naga, who had been the Nexus Empire's first Grandmaster
Sorcerer and personal court mage to the ancient emperor Zalrion, had
vanished nearly 10,000 years ago, shortly before Zalrion's death.  If he
was still alive today, he couldn't exactly be called 'young'.  Though to an
aged eladrin, he might be, Aldric reflected.

   "No, my lord," he shook his head.

   "Nor does anyone else," the Eldest's lips cracked up into a grin, and he
began breathing in dry raspy heaves.  If it hadn't been for his budding
divinatory instincts, Aldric wouldn't have known that the Eldest was
chuckling.  Aldric smiled uncertainly, and waited.  On his shoulder,
Shaitresse's ears were perked with interest as she leaned forward to
listen. "I told Hyragos that it was from respect for his emperor.  Zalrion
had instituted worship of the Godqueen through his empire, whom we of
Oberon also revere."

   Aldric was bursting to ask why the fairies of Oberon revered the
Godqueen, but he forced himself to listen.  The Eldest continued, "This was
true.  But the real reason...is that I foresaw my gift bringing us Oberon's
salvation." He looked pointedly at Aldric.  "And here you are."

   "I-- what?" he stammered.  "I don't understand." Shaitresse's recent
words of scant hours ago bounced in his mind, as well as the words she had
spoken hours before that, just before he had jizzed on her naked body.

   'It's been a long time since any fairies on Oberon were fertile'...'
They're ecstatic I'm pregnant'...

   "The youngling is pregnant.  Because of your seed," the Eldest said. 
"No fairy has been born naturally on Oberon in thousands of years.  Even
flowerborn fairies are rare; Shaitresse is the only one in the past
century."

   "Why?" Aldric asked curiously.

   The Eldest turned to the wall of willows, and enunciated a word in fae
language.  It was apparently a request to 'open', because that's exactly
what the willows did.  The hanging branches floated apart, forming an
archway between them, and the Eldest gestured.  Aldric obeyed and looked
within the grove.

   He almost gagged.  The vegetation within the grove was pure black, and
sickly.  Stalks and blossoms of pitch ebony oozed and dripped slime.  A
horrid stench burnt his nostrils, and he stumbled back.  Even his eyes
stung from looking at it.  The Eldest spoke another fae word, and the
willow branches mercifully closed.  Aldric gasped for breath.  Everything
about the black plantlife, if it could be called life, was wrong.  More
than the sickliness and stench...it grated on the soul, it tore at the
heart.

   "Wha-- what-- what?!" He couldn't form a coherent question about how
utterly WRONG it was.

   "The Blight," the Eldest said.  "It is the secret shame of Oberon, the
hidden poison lurking in our heart.  A billion years ago, all Oberon was
covered with it.  Over the ages, we fairies reclaimed our world, pushing it
back, back, back, until this central grove was all that was left.  Yet we
cannot destroy it, not fully.  Still, it takes all our power just to
contain it, and keep it from growing back out."

   "A fairy needs magic to reproduce," Aldric suddenly understood.  "And
containing this blight has been consuming all your available magic."

   "And you are a walking node, master!" Shaitresse couldn't resist
blurting, and Aldric smiled, as did the Eldest and even the pixie's
mothers!

   "But...what caused the blight?" he asked, wondering if he was pressing
too much.

   The Eldest cocked his heaed again, and answered him with another
question.  "What do you know of dragons, lad?"

   "Nothing that tells me aught of these golden bones," he answered.

   The Eldest nodded approvingly.  "Many remember when the titans were a
race of almighty gods who ruled the universe, even if this memory only
persists in legend and lore for most.  But few if any remember the
ur-dragons.  When the universe was young, the greatest and strongest and
wisest of all dragons ruled the universe.  They were far more powerful than
any deity before or since, save one - their successor." He had a faraway
look in his eye, as though he remembered that time himself - and perhaps,
given his incredible age, he did!

   "But this golden age, as do all golden ages, came to an end," the Eldest
sighed.  "A billion years ago, she came among them.  The Void Witch.  Her
very presence sowed discord, deceit, and despair among the ur-dragons.  The
majority of them descended into madness - even the greatest of them, the
Prime Scale - and they tore each other, and much of the universe, apart. 
The Void Witch destroyed those who remained, and the survivors fled here,
to Oberon, a fairy paradise.  The Prime Scale led them, for he had freed
himself of the madness and had fought the Void Witch head-on, only to be
mortally wounded."

   A chill ran up Aldric's spine.  He already knew how this tale ended -
the golden bones told him.  Here, the last of the noble ur-dragons died,
and now even their memory was gone.  The Eldest continued, "They knew they
could not stand against the Void Witch, and knew likewise that her hatred
would not rest till all of them lay dead.  So they chose a mortal, and
imbued their essences into her, thus anointing their successor, a newly
ascended deity whom today we call the Godqueen."

   He gaped.  The eternal Godqueen...had an origin?  And there was
something about the way the Eldest had spoken...  "You were there," Aldric
guessed.  The Eldest nodded, pleased.  Aldric could scarcely imagine - a
being who was literally a billion years old!

   The decrepit fairy nodded.  "I saw her born, and I saw the ur-dragons
die.  And I saw Oberon die as well." Aldric blinked at his words, because
Oberon clearly still stood today, very much alive indeed.  The Eldest saw
his confusion, and explained, "The Void Witch pursued the ur-dragons here.
Upon finding that they were already dead, she was both pleased, but
outraged that it had not been by her hand.  In her anger, she blasted the
planet with her power, and poisoned it with her blight.

   "The Godqueen rescued those of us she could, but even she could not
stand against the Void Witch's power.  When finally the Void Witch's fury
had been sated, she vanished to whatever cold netherworld from whence she
came, and the Godqueen returned us here.  With her help, we have pushed
back the blight over a billion years, and reclaimed our world...  all but
its heart."

   "Who is the Void Witch?" Aldric breathed.  The notion that any being
could be stronger than the Godqueen, who was immensely powerful if not
omnipotent, was mind-boggling and altogether frightening.

   "None know," the Eldest said.  "But she destroys seemingly for the sake
of destruction.  She is proof against all magic and science and divinity,
yet her own power cannot be defended against.  She has appeared at times
and places throughout the ages since, and always vanished once more when
sated."

   He let the weight of those words settle onto Aldric for a moment, then
said, "But now hope is brought back to us, at least.  It was prophesied
that Shaitresse would birth the first of a new generation of fairies.  We
assumed that meant she was fertile.  But the truth of that matter is that
it is your magic, your seed, which has awakened fertility in her...and
which will awaken fertility in all fairy girls."

   Aldric's cock throbbed at the notion, and Shaitresse giggled.  The
Eldest smiled and turned away to regard the willows again.  It was clearly
a dismissal.  "Come thou with us," the flame-haired eladrin queen told him,
and this time he saw the hunger in their eyes.  He followed them out of the
enclosure, in a walk that this time took mere minutes rather than hours,
and then they were back out in the open forest once more.

   Sprites and pixies and fairies of all kinds were there, all female, all
regarding him with awe and lust and hunger.  Aldric grinned, and magicked
away his clothing, relishing the excited gasps as the fairies beheld his
phenomenal young cock.  The flame-haired fairy queen bent low and began
sucking his magnificent cock, her virgin lips suckling eagerly on him as he
groaned aloud.  Shaitresse giggled and began frigging her pussy with her
fingers as she sat on his shoulders, and a sprite came to kiss him on the
mouth as the fairy queen engulfed his entire meaty shaft with her hot wet
mouth.

   Another fairy snuggled into his free arm, whilst a fourth came up behind
him to wrap her slender arms around his chest, nuzzling her face into his
back.  A fairy orgy on a scale unprecedented on Oberon ensued, Aldric
fucking fairy girl after fairy girl.  He unloaded spunk first into the
fairy queen's mouth, then fucked another queen doggy-style from behind,
wresting shrieking orgasms from her as he pumped her womb full of his
babymaking cockslop.

   He jizzed all over pixies, covering them in cum as he had covered
Shaitresse earlier, and fucked pussy after pussy after pussy.  Every fairy
girl he fucked was tight and wet and virginal, clutching his cock eagerly
in climax as he pistoned them over and over.  Dozens, hundreds, perhaps
even thousands, of fairies cried out in virginal bliss as he pummeled their
juicy pussies and unloaded inside them, deflowering and ravishing and
impregnating them all...

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