Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. TITLE: Onslaught PART: 1 of 1 AUTHOR: Big Al KEYWORDS: MF cons fant ScFi piv impreg size rom SETTING: Grand Trinity SUMMARY: Highgod answers a village's prayers for salvation... and fans the flames of true love. ********** The grizzled one-eyed orc smirked at the village mayor, cocking his revolver. "Die, human pig." "You're going to murder a defenseless old man?" one of the captured villagers, a young lad barely out of his teen years defied him. "Would you prefer I kill you instead?" Lahkrik, esteemed general of the Fifth Battalion, taunted the lad. "Better me than him," the young man said. Lahkrik snorted with amusement and strode to the young man, who stared defiantly back. "No," the old mayor said, "I am old, my boy, don't sacrifice yourself for me." "Any last words?" Lahkrik asked with wicked glee. The young man didn't look away. "Highgod will save us." The orc general spat contemptuously. "Useless words. Highgod cares for nothing beyond his paradise at the center of the universe. Until you spouted that drivel, I almost thought you had the heart of an orc." He leveled his revolver at the young man's face. There was a loud outcry among his troops, and Lahkrik bellowed at them for order, when he saw what they saw. Coming down almost directly from the battlebarge-filled sky was a shining white comet. Its glow filled the world with a soft radiance - and it plummeted straight down atop them. Lahkrik snarled defiance as it slammed down- And blinked open his eyes. There was a wave of relief spreading across his troops, as they looked around in puzzlement. The shooting star had exploded harmlessly into light. "It's a sign!" the elderly mayor said. Lahkrik glared at him, but before he could execute the old man and lad both, more shooting stars appeared, showers and showers of them peppering the sky and landing all over the world in brilliant flashes of harmless light. "Highgod is coming!" The captive villagers took up the cheer, and the orc general's troops shuffled uneasily. "Maybe he's coming," Lahrik sneered, "but too late for you." He pulled the trigger of his revolver. The young man winced reflexively, but the bullet glanced harmlessly off thin air bare inches from the man's face. "What!" Lahrik growled, and unloaded all his chambers. The lad wasn't scratched; instead, several crushed bullets littered the ground at his feet. Lahkrik bellowed in outrage and turned, throwing his empty revolver to the ground and raising his lightning-javelin to the sky. "To arms, men! Today we show a soft deity what stuff the Battalions of Ungralesh are made of!" In less than an hour, there was a sparkle in space above the planet, heralding the invader's arrival. It was a single figure, clad in rich red, gold, and black armor, with a cloak streaming out behind him as the gigantic red dragon he rode sailed through the void. "There he is," Lahkrik stabbed a finger at scanners aboard the bridge of his flagship, the largest of the orc battle-barges orbiting the world they'd pillaged. "Highgod himself. Open fire!" Cannons belched from the more than a hundred battle-barges, spewing deadly shrapnel at the figure. He drew a sword of glowing light, holding it up in a battle salute, as the the bullets glanced harmlessly off his armor and the dragon's scales. "Aim for the drake's eyes! Search for weak points!" Lahkrik bellowed commands. His orders were to no avail, for even the dragon's great yellow lids scarcely blinked when a lobbed grenade detonated directly against its pupil. Orc fightercraft swarmed the invader, but the dragon opened its jaws to release an all-consuming inferno that swept before it as it swiveled its ponderous neck. The agile orc fighters that remained cunningly flew beside and behind the dragon and its rider now, but the rider cried out, and mystic electricity forked from his blade, flashing among the fightercraft in a chained storm of destruction. Then he pointed his sword towards the orc fleet, and torrents of giant fiery meteors sizzled into existence to smash battle-barge after battle-barge. The orc general growled in frustration. "Deity he may be, but we will fell him yet. Javelin throwers - mark!" Cybernetically enhanced orks in void-capable skinsuits emerged onto the decks of their battle-barges, held to the surface by mag-grapple boots. At Lahkrik's command, they cocked their arms and hurled their thundering spears at the dragonrider. The dragonrider responded to this, rather than ignoring it as he had the artillery. Sweeping his blade in a wide arc before him, he summoned a shimmering field of force, and the lightning javelins exploded ineffectually upon it. "No!" Lahkrik roared in frustration. There was a thump on the deck above them as the invader leapt off his dragon to land atop the flagship bridge. The dragon swerved away to continue blasting and rending enemies with flaming breath and wicked talon. The rider hurled his sword of light at the bridge viewport, and launched himself through the void after it in a feat of superhuman strength. Lahkrik gripped the console as atmosphere began venting violently from the bridge; two orc crew members weren't so prepared, and were sucked screaming out into space. Metal screens slid into place over the shattered viewport, sealing them off from space, but the dragonrider sailed inbetween them right before they closed. His helmeted gaze fell on Lahkrik who sneered at him, brandishing his lightning-javelin. "You're too late, Highgod!" the general crowed, pointing at the scanners, which showed more than a thousand new battle-barges warping into the system. "I've called the other Battalions of Ungralesh, and now they're here! Even YOU cannot hope to defeat all of us!" There was a snort of humor beneath the invader's helmet, and she replied in a distinctly female voice, "I? No Highgod am I, but merely a single Paladin among his Legions." "What?!" Lahkrik spat, and his sensor officers gave an outcry. Looking towards the scanners again, the orc general saw a barrage of sparkles heralding the arrival of dozens upon dozens of dragonriders, all Paladins in the service of Highgod. The Paladins mopped up all the forces of Ungralesh as though they were cattle being slaughtered. Torrential storms of flaming meteors were summoned through mystical will to transform the thousand battle-barges into slag. The villagers watched the battle from below, in awe at the storms of destruction flashing above them like many-colored fireworks. Through it all, the harmless shooting stars rained down, energizing them with hope and thankfulness. The young man also watched, and whispered a grateful prayer. When the battle was over, the dragonriders descended from the sky, alighting all over the planet to succor the freed populace. The first Paladin, that had boarded Lahkrik's flagship and slain him, came to the young man's village. She leapt nimbly from her mount and took off her helmet, revealing an angelic face framed by long black locks that shook free of their confines. Her radiant smile weakened the knees of all who beheld her, male and female alike. The young man couldn't stop himself from growing an immense boner, his eyes roving the way her armor fitted her supple curvaceous form, including her large melon-sized boobs. "Who among you is called Jerce of Clan Alaghad?" the Paladin's eyes roved the crowd to rest directly on him, clearly already knowing through some divination. The young man gulped and tried to keep his voice steady. "I am, my lady." As she came towards him, he bent to one knee before her. "Rise, stout-hearted one," she lifted him up. His heart thundered at her nearness, his huge cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt. "Your prayer was heard, and my company was dispatched for your salvation." She turned to face the crowd of villagers, and put her armored arm around his shoulders, as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. "Hear me! Your savior is not I, but this young man, Jerce of Clan Alaghad, who summoned us with a fervent prayer and a true heart. Hail Jerce!" "Hail Jerce!" the villagers took up the call, cheering for gladness, hugging one another in victory, crying with happiness at their salvation. Jerce blushed. "I could never compare to your strength... or your beauty." The Paladin started and turned her face towards him, her gaze unreadable, but something burning in her deep blue eyes. His flush deepened, but he did not look away. "I am not worthy to bask in it, my lady." Her reaction shocked him; her face blushed, and her eyes lit up as she gasped. "Tell me, Jerce of Clan Alaghad," she managed to say, "where is your abode?" His eyes widened; could she be proposing...? "This way, my lady," he bowed his head and led her to his humble home as she took his arm. She was just as tall as he was, but radiated strength beyond the mere mortality he possessed, and her fragrance was like wine to his senses. "Eeliah," she said softly, her voice like silk flowing across his skin. "My lady?" "My name is Eeliah," the Paladin said, "and it is my hope that you will address me by it." "Then, Eeliah... welcome to my humble home." He had brought her to his hut, and led her inside; it was a small, two-room affair, where he lived alone. Though humble, he had constructed it with his own hands, and his craftsmanship was evident. When the door closed behind them, shutting them out from the wildly celebrating townsfolk, Eeliah took his hand in hers and looked him in the eye. "Centuries ago," she confided in him, "while I communed with a young priestess of Highgod in Atlantis, she granted me an oracle. The first man to speak these words to me - 'I could never compare to your strength, or your beauty; I am not worthy to bask in it, my lady' - would be the one love of my eternal life." Jerce gaped. "I, my lady-- Eeliah?" His huge cock's throbbing was tenting his trousers visibly now, despite their sturdy material. Her face was flushed with the heat of desire. "And I cannot deny that my pussy has quivered in your presence since I landed." She took his face in her hands and kissed him, sending fire surging through his limbs. He wrapped his arms about her shoulders and pulled her close, his cock throbbing through his trousers against her armor, kissing her passionately as she moaned. She fed him her tongue, and they tangoed in his mouth, and he felt a tingling sensation before their naked bodies pressed into one another's. He gasped, his muscular flesh suddenly grinding against her soft female skin. "Magic," he murmured. "Your world has much magic on it," Eeliah said, pushing him down onto his bed as his enormous cock soared upward from his hairy crotch. "Yet I have never seen magic worked without words or gestures or ritual," Jerce said, eyes roving her voluptuous body lustily. "I shall show you many wonders, Jerce," she grinned as she straddled him, his bloated knob pulsing lightly between her thighs. His tip seeped precum upon her bald puffy nether lips as her moist warmth flowed atop his cockhead. "Mmmmmmm, Jerce," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering, and she sank down atop him. They both threw their heads back in loud groans of bliss as her tight virgin cunt slurped him between her hot satin folds. She was incredibly wet, utterly soaked with her passion for him, rivulets of her juices flowing down his shaft as she sank down upon him. "For all my powers," she gasped out blissfully, "I am a virgin, with none of your experience. Show me your skills, my love." Jerce grinned, and gripped her hips, wrenching a delighted yip from her, and bucked his hips up into her as he yanked her down. She screamed out in ecstasy as the last half of his fat, 16-inch babymaker slammed fully inside her soft wet pussy, his cockhead popping through her cervix to fuck her womb directly. She was sitting completely atop his gigantic balls now, and cummed as she felt his immense length and girth lurching inside her like a wild beast. "Ohhhh Jerce, oh Highgod yes Jerce!!!!!" Her cries rapidly became incoherent as he began thrusting in and out of her, yanking her up and down atop him as he pounded up into her spasming twat. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, and still he jangled her atop him as she shrieked her unending rapture. Half an hour, and her overwhelmed pussy was spraying his pubic curls with juices. An hour of hot steamy love, his nuts slapping into her perfect ass over and over, and Jerce bellowed, his tremendous dick jerking inside her as he pumped huge hot splurts of thick gooey baby batter directly into his new lover's womb, drowning her eggs in fertile cocksauce. Five full minutes of cumming later, and Eeliah collapsed atop him, her hard nipples scraping upon his chiseled pecs as she gasped, her hot breath sweet on his face. "Oh, Jerce," she moaned, "you have quickened life within me. I shall bear you many daughters ohhhhhh," she panted again as his cock twitched and throbbed inside her thoroughly ravished pussy. "But don't stop. Keep fucking meeeee!" Her plea squealed off into a loud cry of pleasure as he rolled them both over till he was atop her, and then he began pummeling her horny juicy cunt all over again, as the room filled once more with obscene lewd squelchy smacks of flesh on flesh. ********** AUTHOR'S NOTE: Grand Trinity is a setting of my own invention, designed for my ultimate space fantasy smut opus, about the omnipotent Highgod and his demigod daughters who rule creation; technically, it contains all settings, as it contains all universes. However, any attempt to actually write said opus will far far short of what I actually want it to be, so any story I write in this setting is only semi-canon. There's the Grand Trinity I envision, and the Grand Trinity that's actually written. Thank you for taking the time to read this very self-indulgent note ********** COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and suggestions! If you like, email me: big DOT al DOT author AT gmail DOT com NOTE: All characters are 18+