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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 10 of 11 - Revelations
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MFF MF+ 1st F1st piv impreg inc cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Aldric is chosen as parade escort for twin princesses...and
unexpected revelations occur.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original space
fantasy setting of my own devising.

   **********


AGE: 40
"This tradition is outdated, wasteful, and pointless," Grand Lord Meph,
Chancellor of the Nexus Empire and Regent of the Throne, muttered.  He was
going through several files to pick out an official escort for the
princesses; these files had already been narrowed down considerably by his

aides.

   Goritian, the hunched cyberclone who served as Meph's majordomo,
listened stoically to Meph's grumbles.  "But it won't be for much longer,"
Meph added with some satisfaction.  Goritian raised an eyebrow; that was an
intriguing statement, and it hinted at some plan to which the cyberclone
was not privy; unusual, as the majordomo was typically privy to everything
Meph did.

   "Him," Meph eventually concluded, stabbing his finger at a hologram
datafile being displayed in mid-air.  Instantly that datafile was fed to
Goritian's technopathic implants.  "A war hero, but with no political ties.
Perfect.  And a great mage, being confirmed as the seventh Ninefold High
Archmage in history today..."

   Information on Aldric Thundersoul of Garius VIII flooded Goritian's
awareness, including a live holofeed from Eldenbrugh, the crystal castle of
Oberon.  In the grand audience chamber, the centaur mage Chiron, along with
the Empire's Grandmaster Sorcerer and the Nine Imperial Magisters, was
confirming Aldric's new skill and rank, before a crowd of assembled mages
and dignitaries.

   Goritian had met Aldric twice before, and approved of Meph's choice. 
Aside from Aldric's political neutrality, the current publicity on his new
rank would reflect positively on him in the position of escort.  In
addition, the cyberclone had taken the young man's measure and knew he had
no political designs, and furthermore could be trusted with the sanctity of
two maidens...

   ***



   On a distant world, spires of mirrored glass rose to the emerald skies,
reflecting sunlight in glittering sparkles over lush islands spread across
vast lavender oceans.The skies were full of single-horned winged beings
flying to and fro, either on business or for the sheer joy of flight, for
the winds of this world were alive and delighted in being so.

   The tallest structure on the planet was a palace of nine spires, eight
nested around a central one which was the most towering of them all.  It
breached the stratosphere, its top affording those within it an excellent
view of the stars above and the world below.  It was not quite at the top,
but still relatively close to it, where two young girls stood side by side,
arms spread, feet small on the floor.

   The girls, twin sisters, gossiped and chattered as maids dressed them
and touched them up with makeup and fussed over them.  "We'll be the ones,"
Relessa said confidently.

   "Even if the prophecy IS real," her twin Rililna rolled her eyes, "it
won't be us.  It wasn't our mother, or her mother, or her mother's mother,
or any of our ancestors for the last ten millennia."

   "It WILL be us," Relessa said defiantly.  "I've dreamed of it.  I've
known it since we were small."

   "You just want to be queen of the empire," Rililna said.

   "It's our destiny!" exclaimed Relessa.

   "Fine, believe what you like," Rililna relented.  "My shoulder will be
here to cry on when no one turns up, and you have to marry that ratfaced
duke." Relessa made a face, and Rililna couldn't help but giggle.

   "It's all for very well for YOU to laugh," Relessa retorted.  "Mother
doesn't have a suitable match lined up for you yet.  And you can be sure it
won't be a fat bastard with barely a drop of noble blood."

   "If lack of noble blood bothers you," Rililna teased, "perhaps you'd
better not scrutinize our escort too closely."

   Relessa short her sister a look.  "Why?  Is he some baronet's bastard
grandchild or something?"

   "Nope," Rililna said.  "No noble rank at all.  Human, in fact.  Former
slave." She laughed out loud at the sheer shock on her twin's face, which
was fast replaced by a scowl.

   "You can't be serious.  You're pulling my horn.  You're...not pulling
it. Gods and devils," Relessa swore.  "What is that old codger Meph
THINKING?"

   "Well, he's a hero," Rililna pointed out.  "And he's the greatest mage
of our time."

   Relessa wasn't paying attention.  "Human?  And a slave?" she was
grumbling to herself.  "I'll have to convince our husband to fire that
chancellor once we marry."

   "FORMER slave," Rililna corrected.  "And no emperor would fire a
competent chancellor based on his wife's whim."

   "Not true," Relessa said triumphantly.  "Competent advisors have been
fired or even executed many times in history."

   The maids finished their work, and the twin girls inspected themselves
critically in the mirrors.  They were identical in appearance, and even in
dress.  Their skin was a gleaming golden tone, and the short mystic horns
on their foreheads were as pearly and iridescent as their soft eyes.  Their
wings were silvery white, and their luscious locks of hair were a bold deep
red that fell in cascades almost to the floor.  In fact their hair would
have fallen to the floor were it not for enchantments causing the ends to
float just above the ground.

   Jeweled tiaras signified the 18 year old twins' rank as crown princesses
of the Ealoa, and ornate white wedding gowns adorned their forms with
frills and lace.  Their nicely sized tits, which were ripe and round and
perky, were bared, for Ealoa always went topless, so as not to restrict
their wings.  Thus their wedding gowns were primarily composed of sleeves
and skirts.

   Approving of their looks, the sisters kissed each other's cheeks fondly
- careful not to embrace and possibly muss up their gowns - and held hands
as they entered the throne room.  The crowds of Ealoa and non-Ealoa
dignitaries rose, cheering, as their mother the queen stood from her
throne. "My daughters, the future of our people, are you prepared for your
Procession?" she asked them formally, smiling.

   "We are," the sisters replied in unison, beaming at the crowds.

   "Then I entrust you to your escort, who will be your guide, your guard,
and your companion for this grand parade.  Be well, my daughters, and stand
proud." The crowds cheered again, applauding, as the great double door at
the end of the throne room opened, and the twin princesses' chosen escort
strode in.

   Rililna blinked in surprise.  --He's gorgeous-- she couldn't help but
blurt telepathically to her twin.

   --What?  He's bloody human, they're all ugly as sin-- Relessa retorted
into her mind, but she too looked at the advancing man.

   Aldric Thundersoul - flanked by his half-elven daughter Elarora, his
bonded souldrinker Khoraina, and his pixie princess familiar Shaitresse -
walked stately down the red carpet, smiling winningly at everyone.  Rililna
finally remembered to breathe, utterly taken with this handsome man, who
exuded virility.

   Relessa had sucked in her breath despite herself, but drew herself up
haughtily, rejecting any notion of attraction to this inferior man.

   "Your Highnesses," he greeted them, bowing to one knee before them as he
arrived at the throne, "I am honored to meet you, and to be your escort
through the nine galaxies."

   Rililna, entranced, offered him her hand, and he took it gently,
pressing a gallant kiss to her knuckles, as she blushed furiously.  Relessa
forebore, her expression haughty.

   There were more speeches, followed by a banquet, complete with a circus
show and fireworks.  Hours later, Aldric and the two princesses departed in
a luxurious starship, beginning the grand Procession, a touring parade that
would take them around the nine galaxies before ending at Tanthor, the
empire's capital in its central galaxy.

   This Procession occurred anew every generation, and had been for every
generation going back 10,000 years.  Ten millennia ago, the ancient emperor
Zalrion had been ailing at the age of 120, while the 18 year old princess
of the Ealoa at that time had been journeying to Tanthor to be wed to him,
as they had been betrothed in a dynastic match.  Despite the best efforts
of healers, mages, and artificers, however, Zalrion's life was slipping
away before the princess could arrive.

   Zalrion called for a black hole, and his artificers brought him one,
contained within a tesseract.  The dying emperor had plunged his force
sword blade-first into it, so only the hilt remained visible, and
proclaimed that only his heir could pull it free, and his heir would marry
the Ealoa princess in his stead.  Then he loosed his last breath, just as
the Ealoa princess arrived.

   The ancient emperor, so far as everyone knew, had died with no heir.  He
had no children, and all the divinations done by anyone since then agreed
with that.  Yet all divination also agreed that only a blood heir could
pull the emperor's sword free; Zalrion's words had been spoken by a man who
was touched by the gods and on the cusp of death, and thus had bound fate.

   So sages and government officials agreed that Zalrion was heirless.  Yet
the legend had gripped the popular mind, and so the tradition began.  Every
generation, when that generation's Ealoa princess had reached the age of
18, she would journey to Tanthor to present herself before Zalrion's heir
in the courtyard with the sword.  Men and women of varying stripe would
then attempt to pull the sword free, but in ten thousand years, the sword
had not budged, and the princess would always return home, eventually to be
married off to someone else instead.

   Yet the legend remained strong.  Even today, there was no emperor, only
a Tribunal and Lord Regent; none were brash enough to claim the title that
only Zalrion himself had ever held.

   Now, Aldric was the escort for this generation's princess, although this
time there were two of them, the twins.  His role was purely ceremonial of
course, but he spent a lot of time with the girls during the grand parades
to various planets throughout the nine galaxies.  Although he found them
attractive, and he could tell that at least Rililna was enamored of him, he
did not attempt to seduce them.  They were promised to other men:
officially, to Zalrion's heir, and if he or she did not show - and of
course, Zalrion had no heir, so no one would ever show - then to other
nobles instead.

   The role of the three - twin princesses and Aldric - was primarily to
serve as a showpiece for the spectacle on every planet where they stopped.
So they had plenty of time to talk in private, particularly when on the
luxury yacht between planets.  Rililna chattered animatedly with Aldric all
the time, falling head over heels for him, whereas Relessa turned up her
chin at him - a former slave AND a human - and gushed over how wonderful
things would be when Zalrion's heir showed up to claim her and her sister.

   At this point, the pair would begin arguing with each other over the
idea of Zalrion's heir.  Rililna held that it was ridiculous, and no heir
would show up; all divinations in the last ten millennia had confirmed
that. Relessa retorted that divinations were not always perfect, and for
all they knew, the government had been lying about the results of their own
divinations.

   Aldric remained silent during these exchanges, but inevitably the
attractive teen girls pulled him in.  He would agree that no divinations,
including his own, had seen an heir of any sort, but also allowed that it
was possible to obscure divinations, speaking of his own experience with
Balthazar's egg.  So both girls would feel triumphant in the argument -
until the next time.

   It was over a month of parades and ceremonies across hundreds of planets
in the Nexus Empire's nine galaxies, before their path finally took them to
Tanthor.  The capital planet of the entire empire was a giant city that
covered the whole surface of the world with spires that reached for and
often breached the stratosphere.  It was surrounded by several moons -
including the one that held the Prime Foundries, and Aldric looked fondly
at it through the viewport, knowing Charelle was there - that glinted with
the sun's light, and the system was crowded with stations and spacecraft of
all kinds.

   One of the empire's dozens of hypertesseract junctions was at the
terminal edge of the Tanthor system, and it was through there that the
princesses' luxury yacht had arrived, accompanied by a flotilla of other
parade vessels.  Rililna came up beside Aldric next to the viewport, and
slipped her hand in his.  He looked at her searchingly; her eyes were huge
and vulnerable.  "I love you, Aldric," she said.

   "I..." he paused, and spoke the truth.  "I love you, too, Rililna.  But
you should know - I love many girls."

   "I know," she nodded, smiling.  "I've spoken with Elarora about all your
lovers and daughters.  You're such a wonderful man, outpouring with love.
Why don't you marry them all?"

   Aldric blinked at her ignorance of the common citizen.  "Polygamy is
allowed only for nobility in the empire," he said gently.  "And I could
never presume to pick only one of my girls to wed."

   "Wed me then," Rililna said fervently, pulling his hand to her breasts.
"We both know this parade is a farce; there is no heir.  You're a Ninefold
High Archmage and the hero of the Themys incursion; it will be easy to
convince my mother of the match.  And then you will be Prince Consort of
the Ealoa - nobility enough to marry all your lovers and daughters as you
please."

   Aldric's heart swelled within him; he had foreseen this moment with his
divinatory awareness, but to actually experience it was still incredible.
He seized the girl's hands in his and kissed her fingers fervently.  "My
princess," he murmured, "I cannot thank you enough."

   "Yes, you can," she giggled.  "Mate with me like a beast in rut on our
wedding night." Aldric's trousers bulged with his boner, and he flushed
with desire.

   "We must still wait till the ceremony is over," he said, as their yacht
began to enter Tanthor's atmosphere.

   "It will be over today," she said quietly, excitement dancing in her
eyes.  "As soon as we leave the plaza, I will contact Mother!" They
embraced, and held hands as the landing platform came closer and closer
through the viewport, until the yacht landed with a gentle bounce.

   Winds whipped through the skyline as they walked from the shuttle pad
into the enormous Imperial Palace.  The structure was the tallest on
Tanthor, and the widest and deepest as well.  Rumors said that vaults
beneath the palace burrowed all the way to the core.  Officials ushered
Aldric and the princesses into the building, where they were refreshed with
food and drink, plus baths and fresh fine clothing.  Aldric took the
opportunity to have a hot steamy foursome with Elarora, Khoraina, and
Shaitresse as the water splashed over them.

   So he was indeed much refreshed when he joined the princesses again in
one of the great halls of the palace.  This great hall opened out onto a
balcony over the courtyard of Zalrion's sword, where crowds of hopefuls
were already beginning to gather: ambitious fools who hoped they had the
ancient emperor's blood in them somehow, and tourists who only wanted to
pose for mnemographs of them pulling the sword.

   Music played, and arm in arms with the two princesses - one on either
side of him - Aldric strode through the opening doors on the balcony.  The
crowds cheered and applauded, as he surveyed the courtyard.  Ornate
statuary adorned nooks and alcoves everywhere, along with lush flora.  In
the very center, below the balcony, was a block of stone.  Encased within
the stone was the tesseract holding the black hole.  The stone was the
anchor for the gravitic singularity, keeping the sword's blade firmly
within it while blocking out all dangerous effects of the black hole.  The
finely graven hilt of orichalcum gleamed in the lights, protruding from the
anchor stone, and as Aldric looked at it, tingles prickled upon his skin.

   Long ago, on his first day as an apprentice on the fairy world Oberon,
the centaur mage Chiron had bade him select a talisman, but not just any
talisman - one that resonated with him, that warmed in his hand and sang in
his mind.  None had that night, nor any he'd encountered since.

   But the glimmering hilt of Zalrion's sword beckoned to his eye like a
beacon, and an intangible astral resonance harmonized with his soul.

   The force shield barricade around the sword and its anchor were still
up; they wouldn't be lowered for prospective hopefuls for another few
minutes, yet Aldric didn't wait.  He didn't consciously think, he only
acted, the singing in his mind growing in volume as he leapt adroitly from
the balcony - producing a squeal of shock from the two princesses - and
landed gracefully in the courtyard below.

   Outcries rose up, from both crowds and officials, of both confusion and
anger.  What was this upstart former slave DOING?  He was supposed to
remain with the princesses!  Aldric ignored them; he barely noticed them in
fact, as he strode stately towards the sword.  His arm reached slightly
out, as if of its own accord.

   And then he was there, passing effortlessly through the force shield
barricades and standing on the dais of the anchor stone.  His hand gripped
the hilt, and all the outcries became a hush.

   With no more effort than if he were drawing his own laser sword
Thoraendir and activating its blades, Aldric withdrew Zalrion's sword from
the anchor stone and the black hole within it.  The blade, formed of ebony
force fields, glinted in the first light that had hit its surface for ten
thousand years.  And it warmed in his hand, and sang in his mind, and
resonated with his soul.  His magical focus seemed to amplify, and he knew
that there was nothing that he could not do with this sword.

   He only became aware of the world about him once more as the hush
dissolved into wild cheers and astonished hollers.  Every eye in the
courtyard was fixed upon him and the drawn sword, and every holonews feed
in the nine galaxies was projecting the scene live.  The data-links across
the empire buzzed with shock and delight: Zalrion's heir had been found! 
The legend was true!

   Aldric saw the crowds roaring his name delightedly, and turned back up
to look at the twin princesses.  Their lovely faces were slack with shock:
Rililna's because the legend was true, and Relessa's because HE was the
heir.

   Just inside the palace behind the balcony, Lord Regent Meph fumed.  He
kept his outward appearance calm, but Goritian could tell his lord was
upset as he furiously stabbed his fingers on his runic command armbrace. 
All over the Nexus Empire, witchlords and artificers were divining the
truth of the matter at the regent's command.  And every single one of the
divinations agreed: Aldric Thundersoul had the blood of Zalrion in his
veins, a descendant ten millennia removed from the ancient emperor.

   High Pontiff Fiera drew up behind the chancellor.  "The Godqueen has
spoken to me, Meph," she said.  "He IS the heir."

   Meph suppressed a scowl.  For all he knew the fool girl was falsifying
her claim on behalf of the man with whom she was besotted; she was pregnant
to bursting with his triplets.  But he couldn't very well accuse the
Godqueen's personal representative of that.  He'd have to readjust his
plans...maybe even accelerate them.

   The other members of the intergalactic ruling council had arrived. 
There was the new Prime Techarcanist Charelle, also pregnant with Aldric's
child.  The Minister of Intelligence was the first on the scene, of course;
as a Wraith general at the time, he had been the very one to advise Meph to
free the heir from slavery three years ago.  The Supreme Commander of the
Imperial Armed Forces was chatting animatedly with the Grandmaster
Sorcerer.

   "We are agreed then?" the Minister of Intelligence queried them all as
they came together, looking out the glass doors onto the balcony where
Aldric had rejoined the princesses to wave at the crowd.  The Ealoa girls
were both clinging to his arms now, bedazzled.

   "Yes," the Grandmaster Sorcerer nodded.  "He is the heir, and therefore
the rightful emperor.

   Meph blew out his breath.  "Then let it be so."

   The intergalactic ruling council exited onto the balcony, and High
Pontiff Fiera called for calm.  When the crowds hushed, she addressed her
lover.  "Aldric Thundersoul, heir of Zalrion - kneel." He obeyed, his eyes
still wide with wonder at the shocking revelation of his ancestry, and she
stood behind him.  "In the name of the Godqueen and our pantheon, for the
sake of the people of nine galaxies, I hereby crown thee Aldric Thundersoul
the First, emperor of the Nexus Empire."

   Fiera lowered the splendid ancient crown atop Aldric's head, and across
the nine galaxies, celebrations erupted.  A wreath of fire appeared for
several seconds around his head, the sure sign of the Godqueen's favor and
approval.  Meph took off his runic command armbrace - the one that all
regents had worn, and that Zalrion himself had worn - and affixed it to
Aldric's forearm.

   The High Pontiff wasn't done yet.  "Your Majesty, do you take Rililna
and Relessa, princesses of the Ealoa, to be your lawfully wedded queens, to
have and to hold, to honor and to cherish, all the days of your life?"

   He opened his mouth to speak, swallowed, and tried again.  His words -
the first he'd spoken in several minutes, since before he drew Zalrion's
sword - were strong and clear.  "I do."

   "Rililna and Relessa, princesses of the Ealoa," Fiera addressed them,
"do you take Aldric Thundersoul the First to be your lawfully wedded
emperor, to have and to hold, to honor and to obey, all the days of your
lives?"

   "I do," the sisters spoke simultaneously, their faces radiant.  Rililna
was ecstatic to be marrying the man she loved, whether he be the heir or
no, and Relessa was equally excited to be fulfilling her dream of marrying
the emperor himself.

   "Then by the power vested in me," Fiera declared, "I pronounce you
husband and wives.  You may kiss the brides." And he did so, kissing
Rililna first, then Relessa.  His mind was awhirl with the suddenness and
enormity of it all, and the telepathic link between himself and his lovers
and daughters was full of excited congratulations and exclamations.

   There was dancing and a banquet, and Aldric was called on to say a few
words.  "My people," he addressed them, speaking from his heart, "No one is
more surprised than me by this turn of events.  I am not trained for this
position.  But if you will have me as your emperor, then I pledge to learn
all that is necessary to rule you fairly and justly and well."

   He sat back down, and thunderous applause erupted.

   A short while after that, he departed the banquet, his new wives on his
arms.  Everyone assumed that they were going to his consummation, but
Rililna and Relessa had grown up as royalty of the Ealoa, and knew what was
demanded of rulers.  They went to the emperor's suite, while Aldric himself
met with his ruling council.

   "Charelle and Fiera I know," he said, gazing fondly at his pregnant
lovers, who beamed at him, "but I've only met the chancellor, intelligence
minister, and Grandmaster Sorcerer once.  Well, I've met you twice,
chancellor."

   Meph blinked at that; he did not recognize Aldric as the boy-concubine
who had stood in Sopha's audience hall over a decade ago.  "Well, you
already know who I am then," the chancellor said.

   The Minister of Intelligence was a half-dwarf, half-cyclopes.  "You know
my name, your majesty," he said in his gruff tone, "but I ask you never to
call me by it.  I far prefer 'Eyebeard'."

   Aldric smiled, "So be it, Minister Eyebeard."

   The lord general who was Supreme Commander of the Imperial Armed Forces
introduced himself as well.  Then Meph said, "Your majesty, it is your
prerogative to appoint your inner council.  Although we already hold those
positions, you may confirm us in these roles or command us to step down."

   "You have ruled the empire competently as regent for 300 years,
Chancellor," Aldric told him.  "I would not turn away such a capable
advisor." Meph nodded, bowing his head slightly.

   "No chance that you'll tell the Prime Techarcanist and High Pontiff to
step down, eh?" Eyebeard said, his single eye twinkling, and both girls
laughed.  Even if the High Pontiff hadn't been his lover, Aldric would
never presume to contradict the Godqueen's choice for her mortal
representative.

   He also confirmed the Supreme Commander and Minister of Intelligence in
their current positions, but the Grandmaster Sorcerer raised his hands and
said, "Your majesty, I am happy to continue serving you in this position,
but I would advise you that there is a far more capable man for this role
than I."

   "Oh?" Aldric arched his eyebrow, though he already knew what was coming.

   "Chiron, the centaur," the Grandmaster Sorcerer said.  "He refused this
position centuries ago...but he would not refuse you."

   "I thank you for your counsel," Aldric nodded.  "So be it.  Chiron is
confirmed as Grandmaster Sorcerer." He made his words heard through a
telepathic call to the old centaur on Eldenbrugh.

   --So be it, your majesty-- Chiron replied, and in moments, he was in the
council chamber, having tesserported to the palace.  The former Grandmaster
Sorcerer passed his accoutrements and insignia to the centaur, bowed to
Aldric, and departed.  Chiron smiled at his new emperor.  "I think you will
be very pleased to know that Belsarrae will take my place as Mage Superior
of Eldenbrugh." Aldric's smile broke out across his entire face; his
purple-skinned lover had finally found her ultimate destiny!

   "Now then, your majesty," Meph interjected, "there are several matters
of which you must be made aware..." So began a lengthy discussion, in which
Aldric became privy to all manner of state secrets.  He was the emperor,
and nothing was hidden from him now.  After Meph brought him up to speed on
political and economic affairs, he departed with Aldric's permission,
saying he had important matters to see to, now that a new emperor reigned,
rather than a chancellor acting as regent within a tribunal.

   Eyebeard watched Meph go with an indecipherable look in his eye, but
said nothing.  Charelle then animatedly told Aldric of the Black Vault, the
most secure and secret vault of the Nexus Empire's treasures, in the very
heart of the capital planet.  "All the most dangerous, valuable, and
powerful artifacts are stored there," she said.  "And the greatest
mysteries."

   "There's one mystery there that fascinates you," he guessed.  He didn't
need divination to tell him that; Charelle's excited tone was clear
evidence enough.

   "Yes," she said.  "It's just known as the Engine.  It's a massive
construct made of a material unknown to this universe.  And it's twenty
billion years old."

   Aldric stared at her.  "The universe isn't that old."

   "Exactly," the still-youug Prime Techarcanist nodded.  "It's older than
the universe.  From the universe that existed before ours."

   "What does it do?" Aldric asked, truly curious.

   "It seems similar to the Star Henge in that it can do anything,"
Charelle said, "albeit on an even more unimaginable scale.  But no one can
activate it.  Billions of years, and it's lay quiescent.  No power source
seems sufficient to operate it.  The first Prime Techarcanist - you know,
Zalrion's personal artificer - devoted the last years of his life to
understanding it, and accidentally disintegrated himself in the process."

   "So that's why no one knows what happened to him," Aldric mused.  "The
Engine is not a subject for common knowledge." Charelle nodded.

   "You've heard of the Star Henge," Chiron addressed Aldric, after
Charelle's mention of it.  It was not a question.

   "Of course," he answered.  "The megaspatial orrery of stars that acts as
a magical superweapon, with which Zalrion conquered the nine galaxies."
Built by the very first Prime Techarcanist and Grandmaster Sorcerer ten
millennia ago, seventeen stars orbited in astrologically powerful formation
around a massive black hole.  Spells could be channeled through them to
receive unthinkable boosts of power and range.

   "The Star Henge is contained within a tesseract inside one of Tanthor's
moons," Chiron informed him.  "The Broken Lens connects to it - or I should
say, used to connect to it."

   Aldric nodded in understanding.  In his training on Eldenbrugh, he had
oft wondered why one of the astrological lenses was broken, and Chiron had
promised to tell him someday.  "For security reasons, I presume," he said,
and the centaur inclined his shaggy head.

   "But the Star Henge's power source," the Supreme Commander said, "you
don't know what that is."

   "It's not the stars themselves?" Aldric raised an eyebrow.

   "No," Charelle said.  "They provide part of the power, but mainly its
their mystical configuration that is their contribution to the superweapon.
The power source is the same matrix that powers the amulets of the
witchlords, and your very runic command armbrace."

   "What is it?" Aldric asked.

   "The djinni race," Chiron said quietly, and Aldric's eyes boggled.  "As
you know, the official story is that they were all but wiped out in a
catastrophic civil war ten thousand years ago.  But in actuality, Zalrion's
chancellor manipulated them into civil war, and together with his general
maneuvered them into a final showdown."

   "And there," Charelle said, "Hyragos and the first Prime Techarcanist
sucked them all inside a tesseract.  The djinni still live within, but can
never leave the miniature world of their prison, and their vast magical
energies are siphoned off to power the Empire's supertech." Her eyes were
large and somewhat sad.

   It made sense; although most energy requirements were met by the
replication magitech of the imperial Foundries, more esoteric materials and
energies couldn't be replicated.  But to trap an entire species!

   "This cannot stand," Aldric said.  "An entire race enslaved?  We must
release them at once."

   The Supreme Commander and Minister of Intelligence both objected at
once. "We would be militarily vulnerable!" the lord general protested.

   "All our secrets would be laid bare as well," Eyebeard said grimly. 
"The obfuscations that protect us from divinations would all fail, or at
the least be so weak as to be ineffective."

   "The Themys," Aldric said.  "Siphon off the Themys hive mind instead."

   Charelle lit up.  "Brilliant!  They'll gladly share their power at your
word, and will provide even more energy than the djinni race!"

   "The djinni may be angry after millennia of imprisonment," Fiera pointed
out quietly.

   "I will address them," Aldric said.  "I will speak to them of peace, and
of apology for the wrong that was inflicted upon them, and I will provide
restitution and recompense.  But if any attempt to exact revenge, then the
offenders will be dealt with mercilessly." The others nodded, satisfied.

   "The djinni matrix is also why no one knew that you were the heir, or
that an heir existed," Eyebeard pointed out.  The others looked at him
interestedly.  "You have the barest drop of djinni blood in you, your
majesty.  There was a djinn in your ancestry somewhere.  The Wraiths know
that Zalrion once loved a janna, a djinni girl, but resolutely went ahead
with the plan to entrap all djinni, including her."

   "She was pregnant," Aldric said in realization.

   "Yes," Eyebeard said, "and no one ever knew, because the djinni matrix
is the object most highly warded against divination in the empire.  The
janna must have eventually escaped the matrix; I can only surmise that
Zalrion supplied her with some sort of key that worked for her and her
alone.  And her child had a child, and that child had another child, and so
on down the ages to you, Aldric."

   Aldric was silent for a moment.  "Wraiths," he said at last.  "You
mentioned Wraiths.  I've never heard of them.  A shadow branch of
intelligence?"

   "Just so," Eyebeard nodded.  "The elite of the elite.  The only ones
outside the Wraiths themselves to know of their existence is the inner
council - and you, of course.  I was a Wraith - in fact, I am the one who
found you amidst the ruins of Garius VIII."

   Aldric and Charelle started in surprise; he had never thought to scry
his own past before.  "Which brings me to the next state secret," Eyebeard
said.  "The Void Witch."

   Aldric's eyes were wide as Eyebeard told him everything he knew, which
wasn't much; there was too little data on the destructive creature.  He and
Fiera confessed that they already knew of her; Aldric from the Eldest
eladrin on Oberon, and Fiera from the Godqueen.  "But wait," he said to
Eyebeard, "you're saying that *I* drove away the Void Witch?  As a baby?"

   "It's the only reasonable conjecture we have," Eyebeard said.  Aldric
thought of the 'thunder in his soul' - could that have driven away the
mysterious being?  "And I hope it's the correct explanation, because if she
ever returns...we'll need you, my emperor."

   The half-dwarf called up a hologram from the table projector.  "This is
the Hitoob galaxy.  Or it used to be.  It's on the other side of the cosmic
core from us.  This is what it looked like up until six thousand years
ago." The galaxy was an elliptical one, bright and dense with stars. 
Eyebeard punched some more buttons.  "This is what it looked like after the
Void Witch passed through."

   All the lights blinked out, and only vaporous gases remained of an
entire galaxy that had consisted of a billion stars, with countless more
planets and beings.  Aldric and Charelle couldn't suppress gasps.  Eyebeard
nodded grimly.  "She drains energy like a leech, and disintegrates matter
like a locust.  No weapon or spell has ever had any effect on her
whatsoever.  We don't know why."

   "But she disappears for hundreds or thousands of years before returning,
right?" Charelle said.

   "Yes," Eyebeard said, "but I'm inclined to believe she'll return sooner
- since her last 'meal' was interrupted." Fiera and Charelle gulped. 
Chiron and the Supreme Commander made no comment, studying the readouts
intently.

   "Well," Aldric said, tapping his chin.  "We will have to prepare.  And
I'm sure your Wraiths have already had contingencies in place for
millennia, aye?" Eyebeard nodded.  "For now, we should review
more...mundane business." He gave a small smile.  "I also have two small
wives awaiting their groom." Charelle and Fiera giggled, and the others
laughed.  "And afterwards, I have many more brides to whom I need to
propose."

   Thus excusing himself - his mind still overwhelmed, but slowly coming to
terms with the fact that he was the most powerful man in all nine galaxies
- he went up to the royal suite.  It was luxurious and capacious, but would
need to be made still larger, with an incredible amount of tesseract space,
so that all of his many daughters and lovers could dwell with him.

   For now, though, his two brides were waiting for him.  They were nude,
on the massive bed, and making out with each other.  "I see you've gotten
ready," he chuckled, and they giggled breathlessly, pulling apart and
lighting up to see their new husband.

   "Husband," Relessa said, "I must...  apologize for seeing you as
inferior.  In my pride I forgot that Zalrion himself was human."

   "All is forgiven," he kissed her, sidling into bed between them, and
used his oft-practiced charm to undress himself instantly.  Both girls
gasped in shocked delight as they beheld not only his incredible
musculature but the massive slab of beef laying between his legs over
coconut-sized balls all the way to his shins.

   "Let us worship you, husband," Rililna said, and together the twins
licked and caressed his huge cock, as it sprang to even larger steely
hardness.  Its throbs smacked them wetly across their luscious faces, and
they tittered breathlessly.  They sandwiched his giant dick between their
ripe golden-skinned tits, giving him a double boobjob as they took turns
sucking his bulbous knob.

   He groaned with ecstasy, his precum bubbling up and running down his
shaft and their big lovely teen boobs.  They were huffing with their
pleasure, loving the way his cock throbbed between their tits and inside
their mouths, and the taste of his pre as they gargled it down was heavenly
to them.

   "I need you now," Rililna moaned.  The girls drew away from his lurching
cock, and Rililna straddled him, sinking herself down on his cock.  She
arched her back in delight as his engorged cockhead split her puffy bald
lips incredibly far apart, slicking inside her hot tight slippery channel.

   He gripped her hips and pulled her forcefully down all the way onto his
cock, and she let out a loud ululating scream of pure untrammeled rapture
as his enormous cock stuffed her completely, her ass sitting on his nuts.
She juiced, hard, her virginal orgasm overtaking her with almost violent
convulsions.

   Her twin Relessa knelt behind her, sucking hickeys onto her neck and
groping her boobs as she juiced, and Aldric began fucking her, driving his
hips up into her.  Her pussy was drenching him in her 18 year old fuckhoney
as he pounded his huge shlong up into her delicious young cunt, and she
moaned his name in unending devotion.

   She cummed again as he blew his load inside her, his royal cock
splurting her nubile womb full of human babysauce and impregnating her. 
She fell forward onto him, gasping insensibly with bliss as he pumped her
full, and finally Relessa demanded her turn.

   Relessa lay back on the bed and spread her legs, baring her moist smooth
cunt, and the fragrant scent of her arousal intoxicated him.  He hitched
her legs even farther apart with his knees braced against her thighs, and
pushed inside her.  She cried out in joy as he stretched her virginal pussy
obscenely wide.  Her cunt was just as hot and tight and soaked as her
twin's, and she bucked her hips up at him, fucking herself madly on his
immense cock as he began slamming in and out of her with fast rough pounds
of flesh on flesh.

   Rililna was still purring incoherently with her afterglow as Aldric
bellowed, and began geysering huge amounts of potent cum inside Relessa's
ovulating womb.  The girl cummed, her body thrashing beneath his large
muscular frame as he filled her up.  Neither girl was sated however, and
they fucked for a long time, before both girls were asleep, utterly
exhausted with ecstasy.

   Aldric kissed them fondly as they slept, and got up, not bothering to
dress.  He set to work on expanding the royal suite.  Using tesseract
magic, it took no more space within the palace than before; it was now
bigger on the inside - far, far bigger.  He opened a portal to his space
manor over the artificial planet he had made for his half-fairy children -
the manor had been dubbed Thunderbrugh by his daughters - and invited his
daughters and lovers through.  Imperial forces had already secured the
station on their new emperor's behalf, putting it under heavy guard so that
no one could harm the emperor's offspring.

   A massive orgy ensued, of the single well-hung man with all his many
horny pregnant lovers.  It was only the next day that he returned to the
business of learning to govern his empire.

   As it turned out, he was unable to marry all of his lovers, due to
political realities; the emperor had to marry only those who were
politically important or influential.  He married Charelle and Fiera, as
they were members of the inner council and among the highest-ranking
individuals in the nine galaxies.  He also married his daughter Elarora,
who was seen as the leader of the Themys (although the hive mind had no
true leader, being of one accord, Elarora was their most prominent
mouthpiece).

   Belsarrae, as Mage Superior of Eldenbrugh, was deemed important enough
by his advisors that he could marry her, and so was Shaitresse, as a
princess of the fairies.  He also wed Zemeris and his daughter by her, as
they were both Ealoa demigods; and the dragon Novarie, who was as close to
royalty as dragons had, being a scion of Balthazar.

   His other lovers were granted the status of royal concubines, with all
the same privileges as his official wives, but they would play less of a
role in state affairs.  With that sorted out, his advisors set to work
building him a harem of girls who made suitable political matches, and
several cutthroat backroom deals were made as noble houses scrambled to get
one of their attractive female scions into the emperor's harem.

   One day a few months later, Aldric pulled Eyebeard - the Minister of
Intelligence - aside.  "Eyebeard," he said softly, "I don't trust Meph."

   "Nor I," the half-dwarf admitted.  "But he's demonstrated nothing but
loyalty, and no divinations or spying by the Wraiths have uncovered
anything."

   "Nor my divinations," Aldric nodded.  "But my gut tells me he's still
planning something.  He ruled the empire in all but name for 300 years, and
for such a powerful and ambitious man to suddenly lose that?"

   "There are ways to confound divinations," Eyebeard said, "but the
Wraiths know most of them and have accounted for them."

   "As regent, Meph had access to the runic command armbrace, the Black
Vault, and all the resources nine galaxies provide," Aldric pointed out. 
"There are plenty of tricks he could have up his sleeve still."

   "Goritian," Eyebeard said.  Aldric raised his eyebrow.  "The
chancellor's cyberclone majordomo.  We could investigate him.  If anyone
knows of Meph's plans, it'd be him."

   "But scrying and spying have uncovered nothing from him?" Aldric
queried.

   "No," Eyebeard shook his head.  "But there is another way."

   "What's that?"

   Eyebeard smiled tightly.  "Just ask him."

   ***



   "Your majesty!" Goritian dropped to one knee before the emperor in one
of the palace's small throne audience chambers.  "I am honored to be
summoned."

   "Goritian," Aldric said, "you do not need to stand on ceremony with me.
You saw me when I was but a boy, and a slave." Goritian blushed; he had
indeed, for he had been the hunched cyberclone accompanying Grand Lord Meph
on his visit to Sopha when Aldric was eighteen years old.

   "Even then, your majesty," Goritian said, "I knew there was something
about you.  The way you seemed to resist the mindwipe of that very runic
command armbrace you wear now."

   Aldric nodded.  "How old are you, Goritian?  Most cyberclones don't live
past 70." He already knew the answer of course, but he wanted to hear it
from the old man's mouth.

   Goritian hesitated.  "I am...  just over ten thousand years old, your
majesty."

   "The oldest cyberclone in history," Aldric smiled.  "You receive regular
rejuvenation treatments, which is highly rare for a cyberclone."

   "The...  Zalrion's personal chancellor," Goritian said, "the first to
hold Meph's title on the inner council - he highly valued me as his
majordomo and decreed the treatments.  I have been majordomo to every
imperial chancellor in the history of the empire."

   "And a highly loyal one," Aldric added.

   "I strive to be so," Goritian nodded.

   "This is why I have called you.  For your loyalty," the young emperor
said.  Goritian arched his eyebrow curiously.  "Tell me, do you suspect
Meph of any...  dissatisfaction?"

   "You ask if he intends to betray you," Goritian said plainly.  "I have
wondered the same thing, I admit.  Yet though I am privy to most of his
plans and knowledge...  if he has any designs of treachery, I am not privy
to those."

   "I see," Aldric said, sensing the truth of the cyberclone's words. 
"Thank you."

   "Oh, but wait," Goritian said, furrowing his wrinkled brow, and Aldric
waited as the cyberclone teased a memory from his subconscious.  "Something
the chancellor said.  When the Procession was beginning, before you
revealed yourself to be the heir, he called that tradition outmoded, and
said that it would soon end.  I don't know what he meant, but it seemed to
hint at some other design that was not shared with me."

   Aldric tapped his chin thoughtfully.  "You have served me well,
Goritian," he said, "and I shall not forget it."

   "Thank you, your majesty," Goritian said humbly.

   Aldric dismissed him, and went to the royal suite, where he fucked
Elarora, drawing upon the power of the entire Themys in a tantric witchery
ritual with his daughter-queen.  As he jizzed unendingly inside her
luscious, drenched, eternally 18 year old cunt, he threw open his mind to
the power of his scrying.

   Now that he had a specific direction in which to turn his divinations,
he was able to pierce the mystery of Meph's plans.  The chancellor had been
planning to declare Zalrion's blood extinct in the courtyard where
Zalrion's sword had been anchored; it was one of the last steps in his plan
to be officially crowned emperor of the long-vacated throne.

   But the revelation of Aldric's ancestry had thrown a wrench in Meph's
plans.  Even now the chancellor was preparing his resources to strike at
the young emperor, and he had concealed his scheming with powerful
obfuscations channeled through the Star Henge.  As chancellor, he still had
authority to command the Star Henge, and his orders for obfuscations had
been given under the pretense of 'imperial security'.

   Even Aldric's power and the Wraith's methods hadn't been able to
penetrate divinatory obfuscations powered by the Star Henge.  Until now. 
Combined with the power of the Themys and a specific direction in which to
scry, Aldric now knew the extent of Meph's planned coup.

   But he found out too late.  Abruptly, he lost connection to the Themys,
as the Star Henge was activated.  The Themys should have been free to move
and act even with the zodiac superweapon online - but Meph had deliberately
used the Star Henge to channel the entirety of the hive mind's power for
his purposes.

   --Your claim will be declared false-- Meph's voice spoke into his mind,
and the Star Henge's power gripped him, paralyzing him and wrapping him in
a shell that even his magic couldn't break free of.

   --Meph, you bastard-- he growled through gritted teeth.  --The Godqueen
herself anointed me-

   --A silly girl anointed you-- Meph's telepathic sneer replied.  --And
with the level of mental control I can exert through the Star Henge,
everyone will believe my reports that your claim of ancestry was
fabricated, the legend of the sword mere trickery.  But I will kill you
first-

   Aldric was helpless.  Elarora was still spitted on his cock, clutching
her daddy and very aware of the danger, but she was held as firmly as he.
The power of the Star Henge could not be denied, even by the very Themys
that powered it now.

   'Godqueen,' he prayed fervently, 'help me.  Save my daughters.  If
nothing else, save them!' He knew Meph would not be content to kill only
him, but everyone ever born of his seed; no claimants to the throne would
survive his coup.

   Suddenly, a circle of harmless fire wreathed his head, and a vision
thrust itself into his mind.  He saw a beautiful humanoid woman, standing
naked before him.  Her boobs were large and luscious.  Her head and neck
were those of a dragon, sprouting from her shoulders.

   The Godqueen!  She bent her draconic head close to him, and opened her
jaws.  Light sprayed forth as though it were dragonfire, and engulfed him-

   Abruptly, the vision ended, and Aldric was free of the Star Henge's
hold. "Daddy," Elarora gasped, sensing that something was different - his
entire body was glowing with light.  The very blessing of the Godqueen
herself infused him.

   --Meph-- he said telepathically, speaking so that the entire inner
council could hear his psychic words.  --You are a traitor, and shall be
executed as one-

   --No!  Impossible!  I command the Star Henge-- The chancellor's enraged
sputters filled his mind, as Aldric effortlessly broke the zodiac
superweapon's shell around him.  Across time and space, Aldric reached with
his magic, boosted immeasurably by the Godqueen's divine light, and as he
closed his fist, Meph's throat choked far away.  The young emperor was not
cruel, and did not make the traitor suffer.  His fist clenched, and Meph
died instantly.

   The light of the Godqueen faded from him then, and he hugged Elarora
tightly.

   There was cleanup to be done of course.  Charelle rapidly built new
safeguards into the Star Henge's command interface, such that it could
never be used against the emperor or anyone with his blood.  Meph's network
of trade, military resources, and political figures was dismantled, his
assets going to the imperial treasury.  House Noyner - the noble family of
which Meph had been patriarch - was dissolved.  Its no-longer-noble members
remained imperial citizens, with annual stipends of reqs like all citizens
had, but their riches and influence were stripped from them.

   All of House Noyner's many trade licenses were awarded to Grand
Merchantress Sopha by Aldric's decree, and Sopha was elevated to nobility
in Noyner's stead.  The elf girl - who still appeared to be in her mid
twenties, just as her younger sister Charelle still appeared to be eighteen
- said she couldn't have a whole noble house without heirs, and she didn't
want heirs sired by anyone other than the man who had once been her
favorite concubine.

   So Aldric lay with her again, and her whole harem, and they were all
impregnated.

   Emperor Aldric also appointed the old cyberclone Goritian as the new
chancellor, and decreed that he was to have no more rejuvenation
treatments; instead, he was to be made immortal forever, with no further
need of regular treatments.  The old man was overcome by the promotion, for
cyberclones were never in positions of high authority, instead made as
servants for every day of their lives.

   But he proved the most able and adept chancellor the Nexus Empire had
ever had, with ten millennia of political experience, and Aldric knew he'd
made the right choice.

   It was a few days after that, when the young emperor had finished his
daily audience in the throne room - during which people could come to him
with grievances - that the High Pontiff Fiera invited him to her chambers
in the Grand Cathedral.  He figured that the horny phoenix girl wanted to
fuck (and be bred again; she had recently given birth to three healthy
half-phoenix girls), but was a bit surprised, since she usually came to
him, rather than vice versa.

   She was indeed horny, and jumped his bones in her luxurious bed at the
Grand Cathedral, but afterwards, as she snuggled in his arms, she said,
"This isn't the real reason I called you here, you know."

   "I figured, baby," he laughed.  "But you just can't help yourself."

   She giggled.  "Like you can help yourself either." He chuckled and did
not deny it.  "The Godqueen spoke to me, Aldric." She paused, giving weight
to the enormity of her next statement.  "She has summoned you for an
audience.  To her realm, in the immortal plane."

   Aldric started, shocked.  Rare was the mortal who visited the immortal
plane, and rarer still was the mortal granted direct audience with the
Godqueen.  "It's a great honor," Fiera said, fondling him lovingly.  "High
Pontiffs usually get summoned there at once in our lifetimes, but I've not
been yet.  You'll have to tell me what it's like."

   "After you jump my bones again when I come back," he teased her.  She
tittered.  "How do I get there?" he asked.

   "The Godqueen granted me the power to send you there," Fiera said, and
rolled atop him, pressing her lips to his.  "Hold still." Her kiss was
warm, and light engulfed him.  When he could see again, light was still all
around him.  A golden sky was lit with rainbows, and the souls of the
ur-dragons - slain a billion years ago - soared between the bands of color.

   The realm of the Godqueen was a vast city constructed entirely of
precious metals, such as gold and gems.  Angels and divine emissaries
passed him in the streets as he walked unerringly to the Godqueen's divine
palace at the center.  Instinct told him where to go, likely an instinct
given him by divine right.

   He was still naked - Fiera's juices dripping off his meaty shlong as it
slapped between his thighs with every step - but no one seemed to care.  He
walked into the palace and into the throne room.  But the throne was empty.

   "There you are, my boy." He turned to see an old alien man, and
recognized him.

   "You're Jihosyah," Aldric said.  "The former High Pontiff, slain by the
Void Witch."

   "One and the same," the spirit nodded.  "The Godqueen has bid you come
to the Sanctum Sanctorum.  It is an unfathomable honor which she bestows
upon you, for none other save herself have ever entered her most private
and cherished domain.

   "Wow," Aldric breathed.  He remembered Fiera saying, last year, that the
Godqueen favored him even more than the High Pontiff.  Jihosyah directed
him to the innermost sanctum, and he passed through a curtain of light. 
And he beheld the Godqueen.

   There, lying nude on a luxurious bed, her legs spread to bare a moist
puffy cunt, her boobs heaving with desire, and her tummy swollen with twin
girls 9 months along, was none other than the eternally 18 year old sprite
he loved with all his heart and soul.  "TIA?!" he exclaimed dumbfoundedly,
even as his cock hardened and swelled and rose.

   She beckoned him to the bed, and he crawled up alongside her, snuggling
her.  "What is my name?" she said, and her voice rang with power and
authority now, and not only the sweetness of a young girl.  "I am most
commonly called by my title, the Godqueen, but you have been told my name
before, in your education as a child."

   "Tiandra," he breathed in wonder.

   "This is my true form, Aldric, my love," she told him, cupping his cheek
with her hand, and gazing into his eyes with her lapis lazuli orbs.  "I was
eighteen years old - the halfbreed child of a fairy and a mortal, both
women who through love and magic conceived me - when the Prime Scale and
the ur-dragons bestowed their combined divinities upon me.  But in a
billion years, I have never shown anyone else my true form.  Only you."

   Her eyes were huge with love and passion for him.  "Your knowledge did
indeed come at a high cost," he said, remembering what she'd once told him.
"It cost the deaths of the ur-dragons."

   "Yes," she nodded.  "I always knew you were Zalrion's heir, Aldric.  But
you had to find your own way to the throne.  And now that you have claimed
your destiny, I have no more secrets from you, the only man I have ever
loved, or will ever love."

   He kissed her, and although he could not divine the supreme goddess'
intentions, he knew Tia.  "You brought me here for the birth of our
babies."

   She smiled radiantly with joy.  "Just so.  You need not fear; I am a
goddess, and my labor shall be quick, simple, and painless." He kissed her,
rubbing her tummy lightly, and she pushed, her muscles contracting...

   Together goddess and emperor cradled their children, infant twin girls
whom their father had delivered.  "Aorenne and Arielle," Tia named them. 
"Goddesses like their mother, royalty like their father."

   He kissed her, and kissed his new daughters' brows.  Then they left the
sanctum - Tia transforming into her commonly known shape, that of a young
adult woman with a dragon's neck and head - and showed off their children
to the angels and gods of the immortal plane.  Mighty gifts were lain
before the divine princesses, and all priests of the Nexus Empire
simultaneously received a vision of their emperor and Godqueen cradling
their newborns.

   Then Aldric returned to the mortal plane, and in the grand throne hall
of the palace, amazed dignitaries and nobles paid their respects to the new
little goddesses, leaving magnificent gifts, just as the angels and gods
had done.  Aorenne and Arielle would be raised by Aldric in the palace,
rather than in the immortal realm that he could not ordinarily reach; Tia,
or Tiandra, could be many places at once, and thus could raise her
daughters with him regardless.

   And when he returned to the royal suite and lay his newborns to sleep,
Tia showed herself before all of his lovers and daughters, and he fucked
her in the sight of them all, jizzing inside her divine pussy as she
writhed beneath him in ecstasy.

   And then all his lovers joined them, fucking the man they all loved as
they fondled and kissed and ate out the eternally young goddess...

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