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 TITLE: Cosmic Politics
PART: 1 of 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MFF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv oral cunnilingus impreg preg
size inc
SUMMARY: In a universe where steampunk technology rules the cosmos, a
noble girl uses her well-hung father as a sex toy and political tool.

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   Dagmar Palatine crept through the dark halls of her family manor.  For
the night cycle, all the sun candles had been replaced with moon candles.
Servants still went to and fro through certain areas of the estate, but not
as numerously as during the day, and so Dagmar met no one in her journey.
All was silent, save for the 18 year old girl's breathing, the soft patter
of her slippered feet on the rugs, and the eternal clanking and hissing of
the Palatine Engine.

   The moonlight of the candles glimmered on her translucent white
nightgown, and the soft curves of her nubile frame were discernible,
including hard nipples on her large ripe boobs.  Her brown hair was a long
curtain of ringlets flowing down her back, and her eyes were a brilliant
green that glinted in the soft candlelight.

   Those emerald orbs dilated slightly, the nostrils of her button nose
flaring as she came to the carven king's-oak door of the manor's master
bedroom.  Even through the thick door she could hear the noises drifting
faintly out.  Her virgin pussy, which had been quivering with anticipation
her whole journey through the household, now moistened and plumpened, as
she listened to harsh guttural grunts, hot lewd moans, and the squelching
slaps of flesh on flesh.

   Daringly, Dagmar pushed the door slightly ajar - the Palatine Engine's
aetherial programming locked very few doors for her - and peered through
the crack to watch the incredibly erotic sight of her father pounding her
ecstatically screaming young mother into the emperor-sized bed. 
Anaximander, her father, was a tall and extremely muscular man in his
mid-30s, and his cock was a wonder to behold, a veiny piston as thick as
his bicep that impaled the Baroness Palatine's tight slippery quim over and
over.

   The Baroness Palatine was 25 years old, and had been 25 years old for
decades.  With the limitless potential of aether gas, harnessed by the
Engines, nobles could live forever, at any age they chose, and Dagmar's
mother had chosen the tender and attractive age of twenty-five.  Her hair
was long and brown like her daughter's, and was currently tangled with
sweat and arrayed like a fan around her head, as she hollered her ecstasy.
Her green eyes were tightly shut with the intensity of her pleasure as her
baby daddy's enormous cock deformed her tight slippery pussy and womb again
and again.  Her boobs were great balloons, a decent size before she had
conceived Dagmar, but further swellled with her milk-leaking pregnancy.

   Anaximander's hairy muscular torso heaved into those jiggling tits as he
fucked the Baroness nonstop.  Dagmar watched, entranced, for over an hour,
afraid to touch herself for fear that she'd burst out into a screaming
orgasm, and imagining that it was her daddy's cock skewering her own juicy
cunt.  The Baroness Palatine never quite came down from her high, but
Dagmar watched her daddy's thick jizz gush out of that gaping cunt many
times - and still Anaximander kept going.

   Dagmar knew that was why her mother valued Anaximander so much.  His
physique and sexual prowess were titanic - and it was completely and
utterly natural.  No aetherial manipulation had been visited upon him.  In
a world where the universe was ruled by an immortal nobility whose
unchallenged rule was enforced by omnipotent Engines that programmed
reality, anything was possible.  Anyone could do anything, become anything.
And that made all accomplishment meaningless.  Meaningless...unless it was
actually accomplished, through natural genetics or training or effort,
rather than through aetherial Engine-programming.

   Thus the upper crust of the Aethocracy valued protocol and natural
achievement above alll else.  Though an Engine could stimulate phenomenal
sexual bliss 24/7, this was seen as an incredibly uncouth and low-brow
thing to do.  But a man, who could naturally stimulate such ecstasy?  That
was a majestic thing indeed!

   Dagmar's mother had first beheld Anaximander among the servants of her
estate several years ago, and seen his prowess in feats of strength and
skill, and immediately lusted for him.  She'd bedded him, and chosen him to
sire her heir, but he was still a servant, nothing more than a toy.  He
didn't seem to mind, however, and fucked her often and well, just as he
fucked many of the horny servant girls of the Palatine estate.

   Just as teenage Dagmar ached for him to fuck her.

   The Palatine family's aether-steam-powered Engine clanked and hissed as
it always did, its pipes and gears woven all throughout the palatial manor,
but it could not drown out the wet sounds of rapturous fucking, nor could
it cover the harsh sound of the 18 year old girl's pants and gasps of
vicarious pleasure.  And nor did it at all blanket the sound of the great
clock tolling midnight.

   Dagmar started, her sense of time having been blurred by her fascinated
voyeurism, and she stood up from her sneaking position, a little smirk
crooking the corner of her lip.  The new day had arrived, and there was no
door anywhere in Palatine territory that would be locked for her now.  She
pushed open the master bedroom door wide and sauntered boldly in.

   Her father and mother didn't notice at first, Anaximander in the middle
of pumping an umpteenth load into the 25 year old girl, who was thrashing
in euphoria beneath him.  But as her daddy finishing spurting, the young
woman's dazed eyes focused enough to see her daughter.  "Dagmar!  What--"

   "The new day has dawned, Mother," Dagmar proclaimed.  "Midnight is
struck.  I am the Baroness Palatine now.  This master bedroom is mine."

   Her mother looked flustered.  "But Dagmar, honey, it's the middle of the
night.  Surely you can wait until the official ceremony tomorrow."

   "No, Mother," Dagmar stood her ground.  "Out.  Don't make me order the
Engine to do it."

   "Dagmar, dear," the 25 year old girl grumbled discontentedly, her
thoroughly fucked pussy reluctantly releasing Anaximander's massive
two-foot-long cock with a wet pop as he pulled out of her, "how did I ever
raise you to be such a bint?" She stretched languidly, enjoying the
afterglow, before telepathically ordering the house Engine to cleanse and
dress her.  It obeyed, the nearby pipes emitting a hot burst of steam
overhead as she stood of the bed in a Victorian dress.

   Anaximander had no such privileges to order the Engine - nor was his
lover likely to deign to order the Engine on his behalf - and was picking
up his pants, but Dagmar said, "No, Daddy, you stay." He turned a
questioning eye on her, but her 25 year old mother's brow shot up in a
suddenly knowing smirk.

   "Oh, THAT's why, is it?" Her mother glanced at the clueless Anaximander
and back at her daughter.  "Well, I understand.  In that case, all is
forgiven."

   Dagmar gave her mother a tight smile as she walked out, the door
shutting behind her.

   "Milady?" her father said curiously.  He was still a servant, and had
always had to refer to his own daughter, a noble unlike himself, as
'milady'.

   She turned to face her nude father, openly admiring his frame, waiting
for him to notice her hard nips poking through her translucent white
nightgown.  She had dreamed of this for so long, for her daddy to address
her as Baroness and to see her as a sexual object.

   In the Aethocracy, the noble houses were all immortal, even those of low
rank, such as the barony of Palatine which governed only a single galaxy of
the cosmos-encompassing empire.  Since a ruling noble's lifespan would
never end, tradition dictated that all heads of noble houses give up their
rank to their heirs at the end of their 'titlespan' - a length of time
defined by what auguries determined to be what their natural lifespans
would have been, were it not for the Engines.

   So while the nobles lived on, their ranks passed to their heirs.  Oh, a
ruling noble certainly did not technically have to pass on their title, but
it was considered highly unfashionable and impolitic to do otherwise.  And
in the Aethocracy, where all nobles were more or less equal, fashion and
protocol decided everything.

   And now, the titlespan of Dagmar's mother was over, at the age of 103,
and Dagmar herself was the new Baroness Palatine, at the tender and
precocious age of 18.  Her vivid green eyes dilated as she watched her own
father's huge, gently pulsing cock swaying between his legs, dripping thick
dollops of fertile jizz onto the rug.

   The young baroness was so entranced by his cock, that she almost didn't
register his eyes widening, as he realized his young daughter's intent. 
"Milady!" he said, bowing his head in surprised obedience.  His cock began
swelling and rising once more, as his eyes caressed his own little girl's
body, mostly visible through the thin translucence of her nightgown.

   "I am the Baroness Palatine now, Daddy," Dagmar said, her breathy young
voice husky with desire, "and I am making you my Baron Consort." It didn't
seem possible for his eyes to widen any further, yet widen they did.  His
own daughter was taking him as not only her lover, but elevating him to
official consort?  "You may still bed other girls, of course," she giggled.
"In fact...  I will require it.  But for tonight, you are mine.  Undress
me," she commanded.

   Her breath hitched into short pants as her daddy's broad hands fondled
her flesh and pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her gorgeous
girlish body.  Her smoothly shaven cunt was dribbling moisture down her
inner thighs, and his massive cock was a raging boner that towered over
her. His immense shaft lurched and throbbed, spewing hot sticky pre
everywhere, including as hot plops upon her heated flesh, which wrested
more gasps from her.

   "Lie on the bed, Daddy," she ordered him, and he obeyed, reluctantly
pulling his hands away from stroking her soft skin before lying back.  His
gigantic fucktool was a curved spear stabbing the air, and she just barely
resisted the urge to climb it and plunge herself down upon it right then
and there.

   "Eat my pussy, Daddy," Dagmar grinned, licking her lips and clambering
onto the bed to sit on his face.  A hot moan of sharp delight erupted from
her throat as she felt his stubble scrape erotically on her inner thighs
and sensitive labia.  His talented mouth and tongue went to work, and she
rocked unsteadily with the waves of euphoria that pulsed through her. 
"Ohhhhh.  yes, Daddy," she babbled, "eat me out, eat your little girl's
virgin cunt, eat my wet teen pussy, oh gods yesssssss..."

   Her hands braced themselves on his muscular pecs to balance herself, her
eyes going out of focus as her breath huffed shorter and shorter.  His
large, slightly rough, masculine tongue explored every crevice of her
drenched virginity, and his teeth bit gently on her love button as he made
love to her delicious wet cunt with his mouth.

   Her eyes could focus on nothing but his tremendous lurching cock,
throbbing this way and that in front of her, rock hard as he ate out his
own young daughter's juicy pussy.  It wasn't long before she shrieked out
her orgasm, her body quaking with bliss as wave after wave of phenomenal
pleasure surged through her.  She would have toppled over if it wasn't for
her daddy's strong muscular arms wrapping around her thighs to hold her in
place, as he savaged her juicing cunt with his tongue.

   At long last, she came down from her high, breathing raggedly with
bliss, moaning in lewd contentment.  Yet her virginal lusts were merely
stoked.  "I'm going to ride you, Daddy," she said breathily as she got off
his face - which was completely smeared with her femcum - and clambered
over to his massive fuckpole.  She tried to straddle it, but it was too
tall for her to do so.

   She stood on the bed, on the opposite side of his cock from him, her
feet planted on either side of his hips as she ground her bald slick pussy
into his shaft.  She moaned lewdly and walked forward, pushing down his
shaft so that the cockhead bent ever closer to his chest, and finally was
straddling his chiseled chest, his bloated knob pulsing into her hot tight
twat.  Huffing our her pleasure as she slicked him with more juices, she
said, "Help me, Daddy."

   His broad hands gripped her hips, wresting a breathless yelp of
exhilaration from her, as he pulled her down, working his knob into her. 
He finally popped inside her hot slippery satin canal, and Dagmar threw her
head back, screaming with ecstasy as her puffy cunt lips clamped down
around the cockcrown, her slick fucktunnel gripping him greedily.  Slowly,
steadily, Anaximander pulled his own teenage daughter down on his enormous
dick, skewering her completely.

   Dagmar was nearly mindless with bliss, feeling her sensitive canal
stretching obscenely around her very own daddy's massive pleasure-giving
rod, and yelled out in overwhelming delight as his cockhead forced its way
through her cervix to begin deforming her young fertile womb with inch
after inch after inch of fat long daddy-cock.  Finally, his
cantaloupe-sized nuts squelched into her ass, and Dagmar practically
exploded with rapture, her pussy clenching hard around him as she came
completely undone.

   Her cunt convulsed around his huge slab of cockmeat as her young juices
gushed freely from her widely-stretched crevice, and her gasping screams of
orgasmic pleasure hoarsened her throat.  "Daddddyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm
cummmmminnnnnnggggg!" She shrieked his name in worshipful abandon again,
and again.

   Anaximander took full advantage of the situation, ramming up into her
juicing cunt and pulling down on her hips to fuck her, pistoning in and out
of her thrashing body as her fertile 18 year old pussy convulsed around his
incredible shlong.  After several minutes of fucking up into his own little
girl's slippery climaxing pussy, his fat nuts burst, and he pumped his
daughter's nubile womb full of cockslop, in thick jets that flooded her
core and drowned her eggs in potent daddy-jizz.

   Neither of them were sated, and Dagmar spent the rest of the night
riding atop her Baron Consort, her very own daddy...

   "The Baroness Palatine!" the herald announced, several hours later.  The
crowd of dignitaries turned to see Dagmar walking into the throne room,
holding her father's arm.  Both were smartly dressed to the nines, and
Dagmar had cunningly ordered the Engine to produce fine clothing for her
daddy that would not hide the bulge of his huge cock, which was thick and
prominent even when flaccid.  "And the Baron Consort!"

   Light clapping ensued, and the couple walked stately through the room,
greeting visitors and courtiers.  Dignitaries from all over the galactic
barony, as well as nobles of other houses from galaxies beyond, had come
for the official ascension of Dagmar to her new title.  The floor of the
throne room had turned transparent, so that the galactic spiral of Palatine
territory was visible far below the enormous family manor, which was a
space station looking down upon the galaxy it oversaw.

   Dagmar conversed politely with several young ladies of varying
importance, and many were astonished by her wit.  Her father Anaximander
deferred to her, as was proper given his status, but every young lady in
the room was quite taken with him.  Dagmar unleashed her charm and wit in
full force whenever they chatted with a noble woman who was from beyond the
Palatine galaxy.

   One pair of such young noble ladies kept looking at Anaximander - and
his bulging crotch - as Dagmar charmed them.  They were the daughter of a
Count, and the younger sister of a Baron, and music began playing as the
pipe organ began playing by itself, steam emitting from its pipes with
every chord.  "Why don't you have this dance with the Baron Consort?"
Dagmar cunningly suggested to the Count's daughter, a girl of about 19 who
leapt at the chance.

   Among other things, Anaximander was a skilled dancer, and the Count's
daughter was spinning in clouds as they twirled around, his bulge
constantly pressing into her, her breaths coming short.  Dagmar watched,
without seeming like she was watching, and suppressed a tiny smile of
triumph as her father and the 19 year old girl disappeared behind a
curtain...

   Anaximander fucked virgin after virgin that day, getting blowjobs by the
dozens, and nutting hundreds of times inside climaxing female throats and
cunts.  Dagmar's plan was bearing fruit, as her father's reputation spread.
Dignitaries began coming very often to the Baroness Palatine's court, more
important nobility started visiting, and Anaximander fucked noble girl
after noble girl into heavenly ecstasy.

   All the while of course, Dagmar rode her father's enormous cock every
night, as her 18 year old belly swelled and rounded with child.  The Engine
told her it was twin girls, which delighted her - though of course she had
already known they would be girls.  For very specific reasons, she had
ordered her house Engine to alter Anaximander's physiology so that he would
only ever sire females.

   After several months - when Dagmar's belly was large and her chest had
swellled out into milk-filled titlets - the 18 year old daughter of the
Duke Jarlsten came to visit the Palatine household, having heard of the
Baron Consort's incredible prowess.  She and Dagmar watched from a balcony
as Anaximander fenced on the field below, dispatching every opponent with
ease.  Dagmar admired her father's prowess and muscles, but was focused on
watching the Jarlsten daughter's same admiration.

   The girl later eagerly begged the Baron Consort to deflower her, which
he did enthusiastically in the ornate guest room where she was staying.  He
fucked and nutted inside her countless times as she shrieked and thrashed
in endless sexual rapture beneath him.  Dagmar watched through a
steam-scrying, sipping on aetherwine and fingering her preggo twat as she
did so; it was always so hot to see her well hung daddy fuck other hot
teenage girls!

   Anaximander returned to the master bedroom in the wee hours of the
morning, and Dagmar greeted him with a triumphant grin.  "Well done, Daddy!
The Jarlsten duchy is an elector, and when your new lover inherits the
title, well, I do suspect she'll be amenable to any...  suggestions you
might give her - don't you?"

   "As you say, my lady," he nodded, smiling.  His daughter was a shrewd
and ambitious girl, and he certainly didn't mind getting to fuck and
impregnate all sorts of fresh young pussy.

   "Now you'd better not be worn out, Daddy, cuz I need several loads
inside me too!" So saying, Dagmar rode her daddy's giant cock to screaming
orgasm, milking him for gallons' worth of cum inside her pregnant belly
until she was satisfied.

   Years passed.  Dagmar gave birth to lovely twin girls, and conceived
again promptly thereafter, remaining almost constantly pregnant as she
delivered daughter after daughter for her daddy.  She remained at the
tender age of 18, thanks to the Palatine Engine's aetherial programming
that she had ordered, and never let her Daddy age either.

   There were billions of important nobles in the Aethocracy, who ruled
over territories the size of galaxies or larger (usually far larger), so
Anaximander couldn't fuck them all, of course, but he did fuck a great many
of the horny noble girls.  Eventually, he had deflowered and ravished all
the girls who were either electors, or stood to inherit an electoral title.

   Meanwhile his daughters grew up into stunning little minxes, who loved
fucking their daddy as much as their sister-mother did, and bore him yet
more daughters.  Dagmar kept her Baron Consort fucking noble girls all the
time, and was more than happy to send him to the eager female electors on
'official visits of state'.

   Finally, all of the noble electors were females, the last of the male
electors having passed their titles to their daughters.  Another few years,
and the titlespan of the King was over as well.  A new Monarch was elected
over the Aethocracy every 500 years, and ruled absolutely over the
universe, the Royal Engine exercising uncontested control over every other
aetherial engine.

   And now, Dagmar controlled all the electors, as they were hopelessly in
lust with her daddy.  "Are you ready, Daddy?" she giggled as she rode him
gently one night, inbetween orgasms.  The eternally 18 year old girl was
heavily pregnant again, and would give birth in only a few days, according
to the Palatine Engine's hissing, clanking, steam-powered auguries.

   "Of course, milady," he grunted with pleasure as his massive pole
throbbed inside her luscious teen cunt.  "You will make a fine Queen."

   Dagmar erupted into peals of laughter.  "No, Daddy," she said, "I do not
want to be Queen." His brow knitted in confusion, and she explained, "I
would only be Queen for half a millennium.  I want to rule the universe for
ever - so instead, I will always elect a Queen, and control her, through
you."

   Anaximander gaped at his daughter, as the full depth of her ambitions
sank in.  She gave him no further time to ponder the matter, but bucked
atop him, crying out in joy as he pumped her convulsing young cunt full of
spunk again.

   In his next visits to all the female electors - who all had all-female
children sired by the Baron Consort - Dagmar's daddy suggested a certain
young duchess to be Queen.  Eager to keep their well-hung lover pleased and
fucking them, the electors unanimously crowned the Duchess Garnetine as
Queen.

   Garnetine was 21 years old, with over-large tits, and had been 21 for 20
years.  Her belly was barely poufed out with her latest pregnancy by the
Palatine Baron Consort, and she eagerly agreed to any suggestion
Anaximander made, little knowing that Anaximander was merely his oldest
daughter's mouthpiece.

   Garnetine wasn't particularly intelligent, which only perpetuated the
stereotype of the 'mining houses' as being hicks.  Hundreds of millennia
ago, a new substance called aether gas had been discovered in the hearts of
certain rare stellar formations by a small mining guild.  Aether gas was
discovered to be a potent catalyst for both spells and technologies, and
the ruling nobility of that galaxy took control of the resource as quickly
as possible.

   The real change came when science-sages discovered that, in addition to
being a potent catalyst, aether gas also conformed to a completely
different set of metaphysical laws from anything else, and by creating
contraptions according to these laws and powering them with aether gas,
reality itself could be molded like clay.  Thus the omnipotent steampunk
Engines were born, and a power struggle ensued over who would control this
divine magitech.  In the end, the existing nobility reluctantly
incorporated the mining guilds and science-sage families into their ranks,
creating new noble houses as the Aethocracy was born.

   The Aethocracy had effortlessly conquered the entire universe, simply by
programming their Engines to make it so, and potent safeguards were
programmed in to keep the nobility from ever being challenged by their
subjects.  Of course, even though so much time had passed, the 'original'
noble houses still looked down on the noble houses of those who had
descended from science-sages or mining guilds.

   Dagmar had no qualms about using a 'mining' queen as her puppet, and
ruled surprisingly effectively and well.  Her every whim wound up being
programmed into the Royal Engine which superseded all others, and her daddy
was satisfied, drowning in hot wet pussy all around him.

   The eternally 18 year old girl's titlespan as Baroness Palatine drew
near a close, however - but Dagmar still had plans.  She gave Anaximander
orders, and he whispered in Queen Garnetine's ear as she lay naked in his
arms, and so Garnetine, by royal edict, elevated the House Palatine from a
barony to a grand duchy.  All the electors were duchesses, yet this new
title, of the Grand Duchess Palatine, outranked them all, over everyone
except the Queen herself.

   When Dagmar passed the title to her oldest daughter and became the Grand
Dowager Palatine, she still ruled with an iron fist.  She had raised her
sister-daughters with no ambition beyond sating their lusts on their
daddy's giant cock, and so remained the true power, behind both House
Palatine and the throne, in all but name, as her Grand Duchess descendants
and all future Queens and electors did whatever their daddy asked.

   Such a circumstance couldn't remain secret forever - though of course
Dagmar could have it aetherially programmed into eternal mystery, had she
chosen, but she liked being known as the puppetmaster - and so the true
center of power drifted away from the royal palace at the heart of the
universe, to the Grand Duchy of Palatine, now ruling over several
superclusters each formed of dozens of galaxies.  Although the throne room
of Palatine Manor remained the province of whichever of Dagmar's
descendants was Grand Duchess, a separate throne room was made specifically
for the eternally 18 year old Dowager, and there she received courtiers and
petitioners.

   Dagmar's lusts also grew over the years, until she demanded always being
present with her daddy whenever he fucked another girl, fucking him at the
same time.  Instead of Anaximander visiting the electors and Queens, they
came to visit him, joining in massive reverse gangbangs in the Dowager's
lavish and expansive bedchamber, orgies with Dagmar, Anaximander, and their
ever-growing plenitude of horny daughters.

   Every time her daddy nutted inside a girl, Dagmar demanded her turn,
riding him to nonstop climax, and only getting off his enormous cock after
he had geysered a half dozen loads inside her, and then finally giving
another girl a turn.  Dagmar was the only girl who always insisted on being
on top, demonstrating her superiority over her well-hung daddy - every
other horny girl delighted in writhing beneath his sweaty muscular frame as
his cock pounded inside her hot slippery soft cunt over and over...

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