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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 8 of 11 - A Mind of Her Own
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st piv impreg inc cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: A phenomenal enemy threatens the Nexus Empire, and it is saved
in unexpected ways.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy
setting of my own devising.

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AGE: 37

   "Godqueen's tits, Daddy, you took forEVer!"

   Aldric smiled at his eldest daughter, the half-elf Elarora he had sired
on Charelle, as sweat dripped down his brow.  He was in bed, surrounded by
several lovers, who were all passed out with ecstasy, his cum drizzling
from their various orifices.

   Orc twins Phabuka and Khammunra were there, gravid with child for the
umpteeth time (they had eagerly gotten Aldric to breed them once more after
he had returned from Oberon 12 years ago, and had recently gotten knocked
up yet again), and so were several other orc girls of varying age, many of
whom were pregnant.  As an honorary orc, Aldric was welcome at all
orcchanalias the orc village threw, and had been chosen as mate by many
young orc girls.

   Khoraina, his bonded souldrinker, was there too, snuggled up in one of
his arms, sleeping peacefully after having been fucked senseless.  Orc
girls loved fucking her, as she was wildly passionate, and the orcs loved
the thrill of fucking someone so dangerous, despite the fact that Khoraina
was not actually dangerous to anyone who didn't threaten her master. 
Shaitresse was lying on his stomach, charmed to three feet in height, and
his cock still oozed jizz into her tiny pixie pussy.

   Elarora paid no mind to all the naked ravished flesh, but just stood
there with her hands on her hips, as her father teased, "Aren't you a
little young to be swearing, babycakes?"

   The 18 year old girl rolled her eyes.  "Not anymore!  I'm coming of age
tonight, remember?" This was true; tonight, there was an orcchanalia for
Aldric's first litters of half-orc daughters by Phabuka and Khammunra - who
had all recently turned eighteen - and it was also for his daughters
Elarora and Nilsannae, who were deemed half-orcs by the village, since
their father was an honorary orc.

   He beamed at her.  "My little girl's growing up.  You know, you don't
have to choose a mate tonight if you're not ready, or if there's no one who
suits."

   Elarora gave him a secretive smile.  "I've had my eye on this one man
for quite a while, Daddy.  I think you'll approve of him."

   "Oh?" He arched his eyebrow.  "Do tell."

   "It's a surprise!" she giggled.  She raised her psionic barriers to full
strength, daring her daddy to break them down and wrest the secret from her
mind.

   But Aldric was far too polite for that, although he was powerful enough
to do so, despite Elarora's own skills.  "I'll look forward to finding out
tonight then," he said.

   She stuck his tongue out at him, and said, "So I finished practicing all
those spells you gave me to do before you started fucking."

   Aldric smiled proudly.  He had long since stopped being surprised that
his daughter was so gifted.  Eldenbrugh had sent word several years ago
that they would admit her as a pupil at that time, but Elarora hadn't
wanted to leave her father's side on Susa 4.  So she remained there, and
Aldric had begun training her as his personal apprentice.

   Charelle had given her old suite, in Sopha's compound, to her daughter,
and also volunteered it as an ideal place for Aldric's trysts, since he
couldn't leave the compound without permission from the Grand Merchantress.
Meanwhile, Aldric himself spent nights in Sopha's odah, pleasuring the elf
woman and her otherwise-female harem.

   Upon his return from Oberon, Sopha had reinstated her rule that her
favorite slave was to be naked all the time, save for the various jeweled
accoutrements that did nothing to hide his fabulous physique.  So Elarora
and his other daughters were quite used to seeing their father naked - and
had often seen him naked on Oberon during his swordmagic katas anyway - and
so for her, it was no big deal to see him surrounded by his lovers.

   "That's my girl," he congratulated her, and she glowed inside.  "You
ready for swordmagic?  It's almost time for today's session."

   "Yippee!" she said.  She always enjoyed practicing swordmagic katas.

   "First though," he added, disentangling himself from his lovers as he
got out of bed, "I need to talk to your mother." Distracted, he didn't
notice his eldest daughter's eyes rivet to his slab of juice-slimed beef,
hanging between his legs in front of obese nuts as he stood up.

   --Sorry, Charelle-- he said.  A galaxy away, his elven sweetheart heard
him from the artificers' hall in which she lodged and trained.  A couple
years ago, Aldric - with Elarora's help, as his half-elven daughter was
gifted psionically as well as magically - had created a permanent
telepathic link between himself, all his lovers, and all his daughters. 
Now, no matter how far apart any of them were, any of them could share
thoughts and feelings with anyone else in the link if they so chose.

   --It's okay, Aldric-- she replied into his mind, although he could still
feel the overwhelming excitement behind her statement.  --I know you were
busy fucking-- He could almost see her fond, and somewhat horny, grin. 
Although Aldric was permanently hyper-aware, due to a spell, and could
multitask to a phenomenal degree, he didn't deem it proper to be focusing
on other things while making love to various girls; they deserved all his
attention at such times, he reasoned, and Charelle loved him for that.

   --Not anymore-- he chuckled.  --What's got you so wound up?-

   --You're never gonna believe this, babe, but I did it!-

   He arched his eyebrow.  --I'm sure I'll believe it.  What did you do?-

   --I reinvented replication!!-

   His eyes widened.  --No way!  That's awesome!  I told you that you could
do it!-- Her joy filled his mind.

   Charelle was an extremely gifted artificer, and was frustrated at not
being told the secret workings of the Foundries, which used incredibly
advanced magitech to generate infinite resources and devices through the
ancient art of replication, or repping, which sustained the Nexus Empire.
Shortly before leaving Oberon two years ago, Aldric had suggested that she
could try to duplicate the magitech on her own - and now she had done it!

   --I wasn't sure I'd be able to-- she admitted.  --Millions have tried
and failed throughout history-

   --There was never any doubt in my mind-- he said.  --How did the head
council react?-

   --They haven't yet-- Charelle said.  --I'm going to tell them right now,
but I wanted to let you know first-

   --Thanks, baby!  Good luck!-

   --I love you, Aldric-

   --Love you too, Charelle-

   The entire psionic conversation had taken less than a minute, yet
Elarora was impatiently stamping her foot.  He grinned at her.  "Let's go
do those katas, honey." She whooped and dashed out...

   ***



   The nine galaxies of the Nexus Empire were a melting pot of cultures,
species, and magitech.  The ancient emperor Zalrion had staked his
territory well when setting out on his campaign of conquest, for these nine
galaxies sat atop a massive megadimensional wrinkle in space and time.  The
empire was literally a gigantic nexus to countless times and places across
the cosmos, and even into other planes and universes.

   From his new throne on Tanthor, ten thousand years ago, Zalrion had
dictated the course of the Nexus Empire and the countless dimensions it
connected to.  He allowed free trade and commerce, unfettered by taxation
or tariffs - with the replication magitech his Prime Techarcanist had
devised, the Empire had no need for such things - and instead subtly
garnered influence and information.

   His fledgling empire had benefited greatly, experiencing an explosion of
population and prosperity, under the guiding hand of the emperor's cunning
chancellor.  The court archmage Hyragos, along with the first Prime
Techarcanist (Zalrion's chief artificer), had gone on to devise many
magicks and sciences gleaned from the information gathered from those who
passed through the imperial nexes.

   Of course, there were still many far-flung kingdoms or godlike beings
who far outstripped the Nexus Empire's power, despite its advanced
magitech. But these greater beings and kingdoms benefited greatly from
having a relatively neutral junction, and so Zalrion's chancellor made
pacts with them to safeguard the Empire should the need ever arise.

   The nexes of the nine galaxies were regulated by massive hypertesseracts
crafted by the first Prime Techarcanist.  And even today, ten millennia
later, dozens were in each galaxy, and were surrounded by stations and
ships, the busiest centers of trade and travel throughout the multiverse.

   However, at one such hypertesseract - at the same time when Aldric was
teaching his daughters a new swordmagic kata on far-away Susa 4 - an
unscheduled arrival was coming.

   In and of itself, this event did not seem so terribly uncommon.  There
were always those who traveled to, from, and through the Nexus Empire
without prior notice.  But divinations were constantly performed for
security purposes, and so even those who were 'unscheduled' were typically
known ahead of time regardless.

   The first awareness of this unscheduled arrival came to a pair of
artificers at the hypertesseract in question.  In a great torus-shaped
station that circumscribed the glowing blue, purple, and white morass of
interdimensional energy, they surveyed the controls from a towering spar.
"Energy spike," one frowned with both its mouths.  "An unscheduled that
confounded divination?"

   "How likely is that?" the other artificer rolled all 5 of her eyes.  "Oh
but wait.  Look at it!" She gestured with a tentacle out the viewport at
the hypertesseract itself, and her partner followed her finger with its
gaze.

   "What the blazes--?  That's something big!"

   The swirling maelstrom of energy that defined the hypertesseract was
darkening, a single great whorl developing at the center as something
utterly massive started to come through.

   "Alert command," the five-eyed female barked.

   Her partner obeyed, stabbing at the comm panel, only to be greeted with
a hiss of static.

   That indicated the second sign of the unscheduled arrival, and this sign
was more widespread.  All around the hypertesseract, everything magical -
including those common technological devices that incorporated magic into
their systems in one way or another - began behaving erratically and
weakly. Lights and engines dimmed, performing at a fraction of their power,
and the comm system of the two artificers was reduced to an extremely short
range, and kept breaking up.

   "I'll keep trying," the non-gendered alien artificer said, and its
partner watched curiously with five wide eyes as the unscheduled arrival
appeared through the hypertesseract.  Humanoids, of all shapes and sizes
and alien species, poured into space of their own power, flooding the
area...  hundreds at first, then thousands, tens of thousands, millions,
billions, and finally trillions upon trillions.

   "That's like the population of Tanthor ten times over," the female
artificer frowned, referring to the Nexus Empire's capital planet.  "But
the hypertesseract can support that level of entry easily, why is there
such a massive drain on it now?" Her fingers flew over the controls as she
sought to hail the humanoids while running scans on them.  Either her
hailing systems were malfunctioning like everything else, or the new
arrivals were choosing not to respond; her scans managed to pick up enough
details to inform her that every last one of these flying humanoids was
female.

   Although the artificers weren't very successful in alerting command -
going through a series of attempts to alert others who were inbetween
command and themselves - other eyes noted the anomalies, eyes that
possessed ways to reach those who mattered.

   Grand Lord Meph, Chancellor of the Nexus Empire and Lord Regent of the
Throne, was sitting to dinner in the royal palace on Tanthor when the alert
came through on the runic command armbrace which was always affixed to his
forearm.  He frowned at it, and sipped at his wine.  "Goritian, details."

   The hunchbacked old cyberclone who served as Meph's majordomo nodded and
used his technopathic implants to remotely interface with the various
cyberintelligences that staffed the palace.  After a handful of seconds,
during which Meph thoroughly enjoyed two bites of an excellent dish from a
world far beyond the nine galaxies, Goritian said, "Milord, it is a hive
mind entity of incredible magical and psionic power.  They call themselves
the Themys.  They are not answering hails, merely broadcasting to all that
we should submit to their rule."

   Meph raised an eyebrow, not bothering to state his obvious reaction:
'preposterous'.  "The Wraiths didn't divine them?"

   "No, milord," Goritian shook his head.  "Their combined power is on the
omega scale.  And their presence disrupts magic.  As their hosts spread
through the empire, magic is failing widely.  They seem to be looking for
new hosts at the moment; presumably they will begin military actions
thereafter."

   Meph sighed and put down his knife and fork.  He pulled back the sleeve
of his black robe and fiddled with the runic command armbrace that had once
belonged to the ancient emperor Zalrion himself.  After a few moments, he
frowned.  Goritian saw the frown and knew exactly what it portended, but
declined to comment: Meph had just discovered the weaker responses of all
magitech tied to the armbrace, due to the interference of the Themys hive
mind.

   "Shall I put the Star Henge on high alert, milord?" Goritian asked
carefully.

   "Yellow alert only for now," Meph said after a moment's consideration.
"It has not been used since Zalrion's time.  That is a point of pride for
us, and I will not be the one to break that tradition unless absolutely
necessary."

   "Yes, milord." Goritian did not make the further suggestion of calling
on the astral kingdoms and gods that the empire had pacts with; the Nexus
Empire rarely called in those pacts, for if they appeared too weak and
needy too often, the support would be withdrawn, and they might just
support someone new to supplant the Nexus Empire.

   Of course, the single most powerful being among all those pacts was the
head of the imperial pantheon, and no doubt the High Pontiff would be
appealing to the Godqueen for aid.

   "This is a seven-course meal," Meph observed as he finished the
appetizer.  "If the situation isn't resolved by the end of it, I shall
utilize the Star Henge."

   "Very good, milord," Goritian nodded.  He continued to keep abreast of
the situation via remote technopathic interface as his lord sipped wine.

   Far away on the imperial capital planet, well beneath the cityscaped
surface that covered the entire globe, Eyebeard was being briefed by
several Wraith agents via ultrasecure holo-link.  "The Themys were noted in
a single file from eight thousand years ago, General," one hologram was
saying to the one-eyed half-dwarf.  "But they were smaller in number then,
and their magical-disruption effect was not documented."

   Eyebeard scowled.  "Then we failed to do our duty in preempting this. 
Notify all sectors.  Get the artificers on the case.  Activate all
witchlords.  Put handlers of hidden assets on standby, in case they're
needed." All over the empire, intelligence agents activated ancient
protocols and procedures designed to protect against deadly invasions, but
many of them were completely ineffective.

   Eyebeard scanned the scrolling reports, and inexplicably, his thoughts
turned to young Aldric Thundersoul, whom he had continued to maintain
surveillance on.  He was considered one such 'hidden asset', due to his
enormous power, although the young slave himself didn't know it.  The
half-cyclopes Wraith general wondered why he'd thought of Aldric; though
extremely powerful, he wasn't on the scale of the Themys, and certainly not
with its magic-disrupting presence.

   So he pushed thoughts of the mage-slave out of his mind and continued
dealing with the crisis.

   Elsewhere on Tanthor, in the myriad atmosphere-scraping towers, an
ancient dragon slumbered in a large hidden chamber of the Imperial
Cathedral.  She hadn't been awakened in nearly 37 years - at the death of
the High Pontiff Jihosyah, she had been called upon to act as interim
Pontiff until the Godqueen's next appointed priestess was ready for her
destined position - for she was rarely actually needed in the day to day
running of the temples and priesthoods.

   Today, however, her rest was disturbed, as a bishop rushed in. 
"Matron!" he called anxiously.  "Matron, wake up, please!"

   A snort of annoyance emanated from the huge dragon's nostril as a puff
of smoke, and she deigned to open one yellow eye, which was taller than the
bishop.  "Matron," the bishop said, relieved, "I beg you to intercede with
our Godqueen - a great enemy unlike any before has invaded us!  This Themys
hive mind disrupts all our magics and is phenomenally powerful!"

   The dragon matriarch did not blink as the bishop blurted out everything
he'd been told about the Themys.  She too could feel the weight of the hive
mind impressing upon her; the trillions of female humanoids that made up
the Themys had already dispersed widely enough that their influence was
felt throughout the nine galaxies.

   The bishop was lamenting the several acolyte priestesses who had been
assimilated by the Themys, when the Matron finally interrupted him.  "Go
away, little man."

   The bishop blinked, pausing mid-stream.  "What?"

   "I have communed with our Godqueen.  She says that it is taken care of."

   The bishop blinked again, several times.  "It is?  But..."

   "Dismissed."

   The bishop stood there for several moments, blinking rapidly in
confusion as the Matron's single eye closed and her snoring resumed. 
Finally he shuffled out of the chamber.

   In a different galaxy of the empire, one of the space stations owned by
the order of artificers was receiving distinguished guests.  The head
council of the most prestigious artificers, including the Prime
Techarcanist herself, had arrived on station.

   "Charelle, you are the most gifted artificer I've ever seen," the little
old man walking next to the elf girl said.  "I don't know what you've got,
but I know it will impress us all."

   "Thanks for trusting me, Master Artificer Osylep," Charelle inclined her
head.  Despite the fact that she was twenty-four now, she still appeared to
be all of 18 years old, save for her small but prominent boobs.

   The old alien Osylep was a member of the artificers' head council, and
one of Charelle's mentors.  Her talent had caught his attention early on in
her training, and she had easily solved every challenge and test he'd
thrown at her.  When she'd come to him earlier, saying she had something
that the entire head council would want to see, he believed her.  Charelle
had a solid head on her shoulders, and the greatest mind for artificing
he'd ever encountered.

   And so Osylep had summoned the head council to this space station, the
hall where Charelle lodged and trained.  As a trusted council member, the
others had accepted his word, having heard quite a bit of this gifted
initiate themselves.  "Members of the council, Prime Techarcanist," Osylep
said as they entered the council chamber at the heart of the station, "may
I present to you Charelle of Susa 4.  I will let her gifts speak for
themselves."

   He took his seat in the ring of chairs that formed a semicircle around
the center of the room.  Charelle took a deep breath, and met the eyes of
the Prime Techarcanist.  She was a frost giant, one so old that her hair
was thin and pure blue.  Her skin was so wrinkled it appeared to be craggy
glaciers.  Yet her eyes still glinted with the keen intelligence that
marked her as the wisest imperial artificer living.

   Charelle took her most precious possession from her bag of holding: the
odd device that she had perfected only yesterday.  It sparkled with lights
and dials and flashing buttons, and was adorned with little levers on its
twenty sides.  It floated in the air where she left it, humming gently.

   She made no announcement or fanfare, letting her demonstration speak for
itself.  From her bag of holding she withdrew a sample of metal ore, and
waved it before one of the dials, before pressing a lever.  The head
artificers leaned forward interestedly to see, and a collective gasp rose
from them as an identical chunk of metal ore appeared on the floor beneath
the floating device.

   Before they could frame their astonished questions, Charelle pulled more
things out of her bag of holding.  Different types of materials,
complicated electronics, small lizards.  One by one in rapid sequence, all
were duplicated by her device.

   "Enough," the Prime Techarcanist waved, and Charelle forebore from
pulling more objects out of her bag.  Her eyes were bright and gleaming
with pride.

   "How did you get a replicator?" one head artificer asked her, a touch of
accusation in his tone.

   Charelle's eyes glinted with indignation, but Osylep spoke aloud the
truth that he and the others had recognized.  "She invented it."

   "That shouldn't be possible," another breathed.

   "The first being to hold my position did it," the frost giantess said.
"Anything that can be done once can be done again." Charelle was glowing,
her achievement confirmed by none other than the Prime Techarcanist
herself. "But," she added, "this replicator seems, unless I mistake my
guess, more efficient that our current replication rituals."

   "May I, my dear?" Osylep gestured to the floating replicator, and
Charelle nodded, a grin splitting her face in half.  The master artificer
telekinetically pulled the device over to him, and examined it.  "You're
definitely right, Prime Techarcanist.  Less energy draw.  Charelle," he
switched from addressing the frost giant to addressing his protege, "you
are by far the most gifted artificer in history."

   "We'll have to bring her to a Foundry immediately," another head
artificer said.  "She must received the ritual protections so that her mind
cannot be scried for the secrets."

   "And she can oversee the upgrading of our current Foundries to this more
efficient method," another one said.  The head council was babbling
excitedly over this development.

   Osylep grinned at Charelle and beckoned her over to his chair with a
crook of his gnarled finger.  "My dear, you have outperformed all my
expectations for you.  Although we'll have an official ceremony later, you
are a full artificer, no longer an initiate.  And I am certain that you
will instantly qualify for master rank with this incredible achievement."

   "Thank you, Master Osylep!" Charelle's visage was bright as a sun.

   The old man tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully.  "I wonder...  if
you might be the one to solve our most ancient conundrum." The elf girl
looked at him questioningly, and he smiled, his face wrinkling even more.
"Very few know this, but there is an ancient mystery locked in one of the
empire's most secure vaults.  One even Zalrion's personal artificer - the
one who originally invented replication - could not decipher."

   Charelle's eyes were alight with interest, but any questions she had
were forestalled by the frost giantess barking, "To the Prime Foundries,
now!" A split second of the other head artificers looking confusedly at her
sudden command was followed by looks of horror and consternation on their
faces as their telepathic implants conveyed the Prime Techarcanist's
thoughts to them.

   "Come with us, my dear," Osylep said grimly, and Charelle nodded,
wondering what was going on.  In a flash of secure tesserportation, the
entire council plus Charelle appeared countless light-years away, to the
Prime Foundries in one of Tanthor's moons.  Charelle's awe at being inside
a Foundry was almost instantly swept away by shock as Osylep telepathically
flooded her mind with the breaking information on the Themys invasion;
since she hadn't received the ritual protections yet, that couldn't have
been shared with her while outside a Foundry.

   "An astrometric ritual circle," the frost giantess was saying, her
gestures painting glowing sigils of light in the air.  Artificers were
scurrying back and forth, bringing potent talismans and devices to join the
ritual orrery.

   "We should add a demonwax candle," Charelle cut in, and the Prime
Techarcanist looked at her briefly before nodding.  Together, the head
artificers and Charelle began constructing a ritual to contain the Themys,
one that would be channeled through the collective power of the Nexus
Empire's innumerable witchlords.

   They worked hours, the most talented artificers in the empire doing in
that time what would have taken other artificers weeks, and finally their
orrery was complete, a series of sigils and crystal balls orbiting around
each other in midair as candles of magical materials burned.  The Prime
Techarcanist began leading the ritual, focusing the power of the chant
through the advanced magitech into the matrix of power that all witchlords
drew from.

   The talismans and technology sputtered and protested, weighed down by
the all-pervading disruption of the Themys, but the head artificers pushed
through the interference as best as they could.  More and more power was
fed to the mystic engines by elemental bellows, as the truly phenomenal
power of the Themys resisted the containment with relative ease.

   A booming alto sounded through the Prime Foundries, a voice that was
many voices, all female.  "Our will cannot be denied.  Submit, or die." The
frost giantess cried out, and fell to the floor, instantly dead - slain by
the hive mind's incalculable magical and psionic power.

   --Aldric!-- Charelle cried out through their shared psychic link,
overwhelmed with fear for her lover and their daughter, since the Themys
could not be surmounted...

   On Susa 4, in one of the courtyards of the Grand Merchantress Sopha's
palatial compound, Aldric was leading several of his daughters in
swordmagic katas.  Like him, they had all stripped naked.  The very first
time he had taught his girls swordmagic, he had pointed out that they
didn't have to be nude, but Nilsannae had replied reasonably, that she knew
from watching him on Oberon, that practicing swordmagic in the buff helped
one's connection to the spellwork.

   As always, his daughters had asked him if they were pretty, and as
always he had cast appraising eyes over them and appeared to think it over,
while they giggled, before affirming that they were the loveliest creatures
under any sun.  This was true, in his opinion; they were all gorgeous, and
the ones who were 18 years old were going to make their chosen mates very
lucky tonight at the orcchanalia.

   They were all magically sensitive, even his half-orc offspring, who were
his only children to have non-magical mothers, and so excelled in
shamanistic arts and swordmagic.  Of course, his half-orc girls preferred
physical sport and skill over most other things, due to the culture in
which they had been raised; and like their father, they were talented in
that regard as well.

   Khoraina was by far the most skilled of them at swordmagic, outstripping
even Aldric.  She had never heard of it before Aldric taught her, but had
soon surpassed him, her souldrinker's physique and inborn affinity for
magic practically made for the art.  She was just a few months pregnant,
also for the umpteenth time; she had given birth to half-souldrinker twin
girls nine months after her release from the Labyrinth, and had borne
another pair just a few months ago.  She was head-over-heels in both love
and lust for her bonded master, and planned to keep getting pregnant with
his mighty seed forever if she could.

   Elarora was there of course, and so were his half-orc daughters from the
orc village.  Their green skin was vibrant and healthy, and at eighteen
years of age, they had sizeable breasts which indicated their fertility. 
Hadrial, his daughter by the pixie princess Shaitresse, was also doing the
kata in midair, using a tiny laser sword that her father had charmed to fit
her hands.

   Nilsannae was also there, nude and gesturing with her laser sword as she
went through the steps next to Elarora.  Nilsannae - his daughter by
Belsarrae - lived in Eldenbrugh on Oberon with her mother, but was
currently on one of her frequent visits to Susa 4.  Aldric caught the
ogling looks that Elarora and Nilsannae regularly gave each other, and had
known for some time that they were little sapphic lovers.

   He did not, however, notice that every last one of his own 18 year old
daughters was ogling HIM, their eyes tracing over his sweating, sculpted
musculature and riveting to his thick long slab of beef that slapped
between his thighs with every move he made.

   While leading his girls in the swordmagic katas, Aldric was multitasking
in his mind.  He was telemystically conducting remote spells to aid Sopha's
business ventures: laying protective charms on shipments, scrying distant
markets, and predicting stock values, for example.  Sopha's assets had
nearly doubled since his return from Oberon, a fact which she was not shy
about pointing out whenever she visited him nightly in her harem and had
him fuck her brains out.

   In addition, Aldric was doing personal research and practice on
extremely advanced spellwork, telemystically scrying relevant information
and casting spells for practice even as he aided Sopha's business and led
his daughters in swordmagic.  It was his personal goal to become a Ninefold
High Archmage, an unquestioned master of all nine magical disciplines
codified by imperial standards.  There had only been half a dozen of them
in the entire ten-millennia-history of the Nexus Empire.  Hyragos had been
the first, and Chiron was the sixth; Aldric aimed to be the seventh!

   His daughters began struggling with the katas of a sudden, the magic not
flowing through their limbs as easily in time with their sword strokes. 
Aldric frowned, and then he too felt the oppressive weight descend, trying
to damp down his abilities.  He easily shrugged it off; the anti-magic
shell of Khoraina's prison hadn't been able to strip away his magic, and he
could not be dampened either.

   But even as he cast a scrying to uncover the source of this
interference, his senses were bombarded by the overwhelming power of a
trillion psionic minds, all magically adept as well, and linked in a
common-kismet hive mind: the Themys.

   --Aldric!-- Charelle's panicked cry flung itself into his mind, and in a
flash, all her knowledge about the Themys hive mind was shared with him. 
The entity absorbed young females of any race into its hive mind, as long
as they were adept both psionically and mystically and were physically
attractive, and it gave them immortality...but took away their
individuality.

   "Elarora!" Aldric shouted, and his girls stopped, startled by his
outburst.  He flooded their minds with the danger, tempering it so as not
to panic them, but he told Elarora everything; the half-elf girl was the
one most in danger.  The Themys merely wanted to subjugate everyone else,
but girls like Elarora, they wanted to absorb into their hive mind.

   But Charelle's warning had come too late.  The Themys were everywhere,
including at Susa 4, and the sky filled with dozens of flying girls. 
"Daddy!" Elarora shrieked in fear, as she felt the Themys pushing at her,
bursting through her psionic defenses, eager to absorb her into their web.
Aldric grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, as if to protect her.

   "I'm here, babycakes," he said, "it's going to be alright." He cast the
most powerful shielding spells he knew, with all his inborn potency behind
them, but the Themys contained trillions of the greatest psions and mages
in the universe combined, and they blasted through his wards with ease.

   He sought to hide them with charms, but the Themys' combined divinatory
senses were too strong.  He tried to tesserport themselves away from the
Nexus Empire - to a faraway galaxy, to a distant dimension, but the Themys
already had a hold on Elarora, and had anchored her to this location, in
this plane, so she could not escape.  He cried out psychically to Chiron,
to Belsarrae, to Zemeris, but even their combined knowledge and power were
not enough to thwart the outlandishly powerful Themys hive mind.  He
demanded that Khoraina absorb the Themys' power, but she required a
physical anchor, not a dispersed consciousness

   "Daddy..." Elarora panted.  She was sweating, resisting the absorption
of her intelligence, and fear of losing her identity was bared in her
gorgeous blue eyes.

   "I've got you, baby," he rocked her in his arms.  He was lost, he had no
idea what to do.  He kept throwing up shielding spells that shattered like
water bubbles, he pled to the Godqueen in fervent prayers.

   "Don't...leave me...  Daddy..." Elarora mumbled, her eyes piercing his.
"I love you...  I need you..."

   Her psionic barriers had been completely stripped away, the Themys
slipping intangible tendrils into her mind, and now her father could see,
no longer hidden, the depth of the utter devotion his oldest daughter had
for him.  She loved him with all her heart, craved his body to be joined
with hers, and had planned to mate with him at the orcchanalia tonight.

   "Oh babycakes," he clutched her to him.  "I love you too...I love you so
much." And he did, he loved his little girl, the same way he loved Charelle
and Belsarrae and all his other lovers.

   "I'm...slipping away, Daddy..." she whimpered.  "Stay with me...make me
remember who I am!" And then she was kissing him, her mouth melded with
his, passion and fervence and desperation all mingled into one as he
crushed her naked body to his.

   "Elarora..." he grunted her name as she pulled him atop him, moaning his
name as her hard nipples scraped along his chiseled abs.  His massive cock
had hardened into a meaty scepter, and pushed between his own daughter's 18
year old cunt lips.  She threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy, as she
admitted her own daddy's foot-and-a-half-long cockmeat inside her tight
slippery canal.

   "Daddy...  oh Daddy..." She rocked her body up against his as he sank
inside her to the hilt, his impossibly large dick stuffing her completely
until his coconut-sized baby factories squelched into her small bubble
butt. She writhed with delight beneath him, her pussy milking him
possessively, spitted on the very cock that had made her, and loving every
minute of it.

   She bucked her hips up, and he began thrusting in and out of her,
pounding his own daughter's young cunt with hard squelchy smacks as she
screamed in rapturous abandon.  His harsh grunts of ecstasy were music to
her ears, anchoring her to herself as the Themys sought to take over her
mind, and her teeth clamped down on Aldric's muscular chest, chewing
devoted hickeys on him, marking him with his daughter's incestuous love.

   Elarora's mind was cresting higher waves of pleasure that rolled over
her in tidal waves of bliss, as her daddy drove himself into her with hard
pounds.  His gigantic cock stuffed and stretched and filled her in an
obscenely delicious way that had her young 18 year old body writhing and
jerking with electric shocks.  Her bald cunt was drenching his thrusting
slab of manbeef in her slick juices.

   The Themys finally pulled her into the hive mind, making Elarora one of
their own, yet she was still Elarora...  then Aldric anchored himself
inside his own daughter a final time, bellowing in primal, animal triumph.
His obese nutsacks clenched, and his cock bulged even fatter, lurching
wildly inside her tight soaking tunnel as he began spewing thick hot jets
of daddy-jizz inside her.  The half-elf girl shrieked as phenomenal orgasm
ripped through her with the force of a thousand thunderbolts, spiking her
body and mind with storms of electric rapture.

   The trillions of minds in the Themys, now connected to Elarora, were
simultaneously overcome with the same climactic delight.  All over the nine
galaxies, the girls who were part of the Themys convulsed, shrieking in
pleasure as they were wracked with phenomenal orgasm.  Even as Aldric's
jizz flooded Elarora's nubile womb, fertilizing her eggs, all the Themys
were impregnated at the same time, the magic and passion of Aldric's soul
communicated from Elarora into all of them, as her daddy knocked up a
trillion girls all at once.

   At the Prime Foundries on one of Tanthor's moons, Charelle had taken the
now-dead Prime Techarcanist's place, leading the ritual and fighting to
hold it together, as the insurmountable power of the Themys hive mind
resisted containment with ease-- Then, in the space of an instant, the
Themys seemed to relent, as if suddenly weakened or distracted.  "Now!"
Charelle ordered, her voice thundering through the links of the ritual
spell to all the witchlords in the Nexus Empire, as they powered the
arcanists' ritual with their spells.

   The orrerograms of the ritual vibrated into mystic attunement at last,
and the Themys hive mind was chained.  Not physically; their trillion
bodies still flew freely through the nine galaxies.  Instead, their mystic
influence was restrained; their magic-dampening field was suppressed, and
their own powers were restricted from acting against the Nexus Empire's
interests.

   And on Susa 4, Elarora devotedly murmured her daddy's name as she
finally came down from her high.  "Daddy..." she breathed, "it's so
beautiful..." Her mind was open to him, and he felt the beauty and joy
which she was experiencing, connected with so many other potent minds - yet
she was still herself, she was still Elarora; she had retained her
identity, thanks to her father's love and passion.  "We love you, Daddy,"
Elarora murmured, expressing the devotion the entire hive mind had for the
man who had fucked and impregnated them all, filling them with
indescribable pleasure.  "Now fuck us again!"

   His other daughters watched in horny awe as Aldric and his eldest
daughter began fucking all over again, and throughout the nine galaxies, a
trillion other girls convulsed in bliss, feeling the same sensations as
Elarora.

   It was hours more before everything got sorted.  Charelle had taken
charge of the artificers in a crucial hour, and she and Master Osylep were
conferring with Grand Lord Meph and the other members of the imperial high
council.  Charelle admitted that although they had successfully chained the
Themys, they wouldn't have been able to without the hive mind's mysterious
slackening.

   Scryings and divinations revealed the answer on Susa 4, and General
Eyebeard - whom all the imperial high council knew as head of the
super-secret Wraiths, but which Charelle and the other head artificers were
introduced to only as an intelligence general - watched with shock as
Aldric was revealed to be the catalyst behind the Themys' defeat.

   A delegation was dispatched to Susa 4, and in Sopha's audience chamber,
Aldric and his daughter Elarora - now the mouthpiece of the Themys, while
still retaining her own personality and will and identity - negotiated with
Grand Lord Meph, the bishop standing in for the draconic Matron, Charelle
and Osylep, General Eyebeard, the Grandmaster Sorcerer, and the other
members of the imperial high council.  It turned out that the Themys
'reproduced' by absorbing new female members into their hive mind, but now
that Aldric had impregnated them all through his fantastic magical passion
for his daughter, this was no longer needed, and they no longer coveted the
interdimensional junction (that was the Nexus Empire) as a means to find
new girls to incorporate.

   With Aldric's clear influence over the Themys - the entire hive mind
being devoted to him now, Elarora's love for him imprinted on the whole
mind, as well them all having experienced rapture from him - decisions were
made by the imperial high council.  Grand Lord Meph, at General Eyebeard's
recommendation, freed Aldric by imperial edict, and instated him as a full
citizen of the empire.  He was given a 100,000-requisition-credit annual
stipend, and made official liaison between the Themys and the Nexus Empire,
while the Themys were required to submit to more permanent ritual bindings
to keep them from exercising too much power within the Nexus Empire or
acting against it.

   In addition, the Themys were prohibited from incorporating anyone
unwilling into their hive mind ever again, and at Aldric's insistence, the
other trillion girls in the hive mind had their individuality restored by
the hive mind.  To a woman, they all wished to stay in the hive mind; aside
from immortality and eternal youth, the communion of minds was a beautiful
experience, and furthermore, they were all in love with Aldric.

   Aldric was also inducted - or perhaps 'drafted' might be a better term -
into the order of imperial witchlords.  Formed of the most qualified mages
in the Nexus Empire, witchlords were required to serve the Nexus Empire in
any capacity necessary, and could be called on by the government at any
time.  He was given a witchlord's amulet, but was told his role would
primarily be to act as liaison with the Themys, except in times of war when
his magical combat skills might be needed.

   Charelle, at the behest of Master Osylep and ratified by the other head
artificers, was named the new Prime Techarcanist, given her unheard-of
gifts, plus her leadership in this crisis.  Grand Lord Meph and the other
high councilors confirmed this decision with the imperial seal, and thus
Charelle became the youngest person ever to be Prime Techarcanist or any
other seat on the empire's governing council.

   Aldric and Charelle kissed each other passionately, congratulating each
other.  Sopha wished her former slave well.  She was regretful to lose her
favorite slave, but could not deny that Aldric had earned his freedom. 
Aldric made plans for a new home, where he and his daughters and lovers
could live, but first, after the council left, it was time for the
orcchanalia in the orc village.

   When he was 18 years old, the youth had performed splendidly in the
games and tests of skill.  Now, at 37 and in the prime of his manhood,
Aldric was far and away the champion of everything there was to do at the
orcchanalia.  He drank every other orc under the table, wrestled every
challenger down, and loosed arrow after arrow into the bull's-eye so
accurately, even while drunk, that each arrow split the previous one.

   Now that Elarora had confessed her passion for her father, he noticed
the looks all his other daughters gave him, and so was unsurprised - yet
very pleased indeed - when all of his 18 year old half-orc daughters, plus
Nilsannae, chose him as their mate.  Elarora of course had already mated
with him that afternoon, but made it official that night, as Aldric and
over a dozen of his daughters, all eighteen years of age, fucked wildly in
the consummation tent.

   The orcs drank and sang and laughed all the while, as Aldric suckled his
little girls' nipples, ate out their pussies till his face was drenched,
frenched them, and fucked all their hot tight slippery young cunts till
they screamed in orgasm, flooding their own daddy's massive cock with their
juices.  By morning, they all slept in other's arms, his utterly ravished
young girls thoroughly and completely knocked up, with Aldric's jizz oozing
from their cunts in thick globs.

   He woke, the dawn light peeking in through the sliver of the closed tent
flap, with a small, soft hand stroking his stubbled cheek.  He blinked open
his eyes to see Tia's lovely orbs gazing lovingly into his.  "Tia," he
said, his voice thick with his love for her.  The young sprite was quite
heavily pregnant now, her tummy bulging out with the twins she carried.

   "Aldric, my love," she said softly, "you're a hero now."

   "I just loved my daughter," he said modestly.

   "Many men love their daughters," she said, "but none other have thunder
in his soul.  And, I think, all your daughters will love you in the same
way.  I know ours certainly will." This last was said was a crooked smile,
as she put a hand to her tummy.

   He smiled at her, and kissed her when she leaned her face into his. 
"Will you come live with me, Tia?" he asked her.  "With me and my lovers
and daughters?  Now that I can have a home of my own?"

   "I am always with you, darling," she said in her wonderful young voice.
"And someday all of your lovers and daughters will see me too."

   "You know so much that you won't tell me," he said, keeping his tone
mild.  "And you knew that Elarora and my girls would choose to mate with
me."

   It was not a question, and she did not deny it.  "My insights came at a
high price," she said softly, "and should not be shared lightly.  Knowing
fate does not grant the ability to tamper with it without consequence."

   He nodded.  "I understand, Tia.  I trust you."

   "That means more to me than you know," she said, biting her lip and
looking incredibly cute.  "But there is one secret that we can share
today."

   "What's that?" he cocked his head.

   "Me," she answered, and nodded her head to his side.  "With her."

   Aldric looked down.  Elarora was snuggled into his side, his arm around
her, and had been slumbering peacefully, her gaping pussy leaking cum
constantly all night long so that there was a puddle of it beneath her. 
Now, her eyes were wide open, and she was clearly seeing and hearing Tia.

   She grinned somewhat bashfully.  "You're Tia?!  Daddy talks about you
all the time!"

   Tia smiled.  "I should certainly hope so," she teased, "since I'm pretty
special." Elarora giggled, and her eyes roved the pregnant big-boobed
sprite's form appreciatively.  Tia preened under the attention, and leaned
forward to plant a soft kiss on Elarora's lips.  Aldric watched in
wonderment, his cock twitching, as Tia and his half-elf daughter began
making out.

   But the two horny girls didn't focus on just each other for long.  While
Aldric's other 18 year old daughters lay sleeping, Elarora mounted her
daddy's dick again, as Tia rode his face, smothering him with her sweet
preggo juices, and both girls made out passionately, rubbing their chests
together as he tonguefucked the sprite and thrust his enormous dick in and
out of his daughter's luscious fresh teen cunt...

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