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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 3 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg preg size inc oral fellatio
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SUMMARY: Al starts a new life as a man-whore in a distant realm.

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   Al walked down the boulevard, his feet pressing comfortably into the
warm sand.  Salheed was a sandy place, but it was soft sand, not at all
coarse, and Al would have enjoyed walking barefoot down the unpaved streets
even if his feet hadn't developed extraordinary durability at Stonehenge
(which rid him of the need for shoes for protection).  Balmy breezes blew -
it was the windy season.  Salheed had three seasons: dry, rainy, and windy.
None were unpleasant, but the windy season was definitely the best.  The
smell of brine was carried along the laughing breezes, which ruffled his
long dark curls and teased the flap of his white loincloth, granting other
passersby tantalizing glimpses at the massive sausage dangling between his
thighs.

   Ever since arriving at Salheed to take up his position at Lar'kosa's
exclusive brothel, Al's girlfriends had finally been able to indulge their
lust for alien fashions, many of which they forced on Al, so that he now
had no say over his wardrobe.  Today, for his first time at the brothel,
they had picked out a Salheed-style loincloth - a girdle of gold holding
two flaps of white silk, one behind him and one in front, both knee-length
- and golden bracers, one on his right upper arm, another on his left
forearm.

   Al was almost completely un-embarrassed about showing off his body in
public now.  Between the lowering inhibitions thanks to their time aboard
the luxury starliner - in which they had become inculcated to the wider
multiverse's looser sexual mores - and his own pride in his extraordinary
physique, Al was coming to love showing off his virile frame.

   In fact, back on the starliner, after he had finished an hours long
fuck-session with his baby mamas in their cabin that ended with them all
sleeping in ravished bliss, Al had still been insatiable, and had gone to
the strip club to fuck the four-titted alien stripper.  She'd still been
dancing, but was so eager to fuck Al once he made his interest known that
she'd gotten him to fuck her brains out right there on the stage.

   He had fucked many alien babes on the starliner before arriving at
Salheed, and now on this world had fucked several more, even before his
first day at the brothel.  His revealing outfits - always picked out for
him by Penny, Bri, and the rest - attracted many girls to him, including
several of the natives - a faelike species called kitsune.  They were all
invariably female, with fox ears and one or more fox tails, with small
perky boobs and bare pussies, who were never more than slightly over 3 feet
tall and were always naked.

   Salheed wasn't in the same universe as Earth, to be exact.  The port
where they'd disembarked the starliner had had a portal system that linked
to Salheed's dimension.  Here, the sky was light green, and the sun, rather
than being a ball of nuclear energy, was a jagged tear across the clouds.
He'd been told that it was a rip in reality, leading to one of the
elemental planes of fire.  (Technically, according to his reading from the
Illuminati archives on Earth, he knew that there was only one elemental
plane of fire, and all the multiple fiery 'planes' were merely its
subdimensions.) It provided just the right amount of heat and life for
Salheed to flourish, and colorful blossoms and palm trees - or some alien
variety thereof - studded the sandy landscape.

   The grand city itself was very open-air, with wide courtyards and plazas
between every building.  Magic carpets and pegasus-pulled chariots were the
primary modes of transportation down the boulevards, as most forms of
mechanized transport were forbidden in the city.  There were transbeam tube
stations every few blocks, which would teleport travelers to any other
transbeam tube station in the megalopolis, but Al preferred to walk.  It
was such a beautiful world, with gorgeous weather, and he reveled in it.

   And so he was walking to the brothel.  His girlfriends were still
sleeping in the capacious penthouse suite he'd bought on top of an ivory
skyscraper, exhausted by their rapturous fuckings from the previous night.

   While Cydonia on Mars had seemed very intergalactically cosmopolitan to
their eyes, Salheed was even more so.  A riotous variety of species and
languages filled the wide sand streets, and the insignia of several
interdimensional and multigalactic governments were displayed.  Salheed was
the site of an Infinity Command depot, which was an independent
meta-governmental order partially funded and fully endorsed by most of the
interversal empires that spread across the multiverse, as well as plenty of
those nations whose territory was contained within a single universe or
dimension, the Illuminati of Earth included.

   In addition to being a center of Infinity Command activity, Salheed was
at a unique junction between the Coalition - no other appellation, just THE
Coalition - the Aeon Imperocracy, and the Theodom of Ald Se Ling.  All
three were powerful empires that spanned multiple universes.  Al saw the
location as an advantage; he and his girlfriends would have access to some
of the best luxuries, magitechnologies, and information in the multiverse,
as well as plenty of easy escape routes in the unlikely event that the
Horseman Death found them.

   He was almost to the minaret-topped compound of Lar'kosa's brothel when
a kitsune girl stopped him, beckoning to him from a wide airy alley.  Her
expression was a playful "come-hither" one, and he had seen that on enough
of the kitsune that he had fucked to recognize its meaning.  He smiled
disarmingly at her and went to her, and the girl lifted up his loincloth
without ceremony, squealing in glee at the sight of his utterly massive
slab of cockmeat.  Without any ado, she instantly began licking and
stroking it, mewling delightedly as it inflated even further under her
ministrations, swelling and rising into a gigantic beast of dick that
towered over her.  The short fox-eared girl - who had four tails; Al had
noticed that all kitsune had at least one tail, but never more than nine,
and he'd only seen two of them with nine so far - sucked his huge cockhead
inside her throat eagerly, giving him head with lusty enthusiasm.  She was
so short that she didn't have to kneel or even bend over to worship his
dick.

   With every twitch of his cock, syrupy precum splurted out into her
throat, and gargled audibly as she swallowed it hungrily.  Her tails were
wagging about happily, and he stroked her ears with his fingers.  She
trembled violently with a rush of ecstasy; Al had learned since his first
encounter with a kitsune that their ears were very sensitive to pleasure.
His heightened awareness let him observe subtle cues in her behavior and
body language and so he knew just what to do.

   He grabbed her ears - firmly but gently - and pulled her face fully onto
his cock, until her nose was buried in his dark crotch curls, her slender
neck bulging out obscenely wide.  A ululating cry of rapture erupted from
her throat, pulsing around his thick throbbing cock, and her cunt squirted
juices onto the sand as her arms and tails flailed in obscene pleasure from
the dominating treatment.  Then Al began face fucking her roughly, slamming
his hips into her face, deforming her fuckpipe with every thrust of his
lewd long girth, having his way with her convulsively milking throatcunt as
she climaxed wildly.

   He fucked her face madly for several minutes, before bellowing loudly
enough that everyone for a few blocks heard it, and blasting her throat
full of hot human spunk.  The kitsune girl was juicing hard as he unloaded
inside her, getting off just from having her fuckpipe stuffed and pumped
full.

   After a few minutes, Al finally finished emptying his cum factories, and
pulled out of her.  She practically fell forward with hot wet gasps of
utterly worshipful delirium, holding herself up by grabbing his legs and
nuzzling her cute face into his bloated leathery balls.  He smiled fondly,
and scratched her ears for a few moments more as she purred, her tits still
heaving with aftershocks.  Finally, she kissed his bulbous cockhead
farewell, giggled, and ran off, throwing a teasing expression of farewell
at him as she did so.

   He chuckled.  The kitsune were an odd playful folk, as he had come to
learn, but they definitely loved his massive human cock.

   Going down the last block to the brothel, he arrived at his destination
and checked in with the administrative assistant.  Lar'kosa had personally
shown him around the other day, so Al knew where to go, heading directly to
one of the premium suites, which was set aside for his personal clientele.
It was a luxurious chamber, with an expansive bed of perfumed sheets and a
bubbling tub with cushioned seats and a fountain sprinkling more warm water
into it.

   Al grinned, and shucked his clothes, before climbing into the bubbling
pool.  His cock was so large that it floated up to the top of the water,
prompting a delighted chuckle from himself.  There were two wineglasses by
the poolside - each of the mystical ever-filling variety, he'd been told -
and he sipped from one, relishing the smooth taste and pleasant buzz.  He'd
always been a teetotaller in his life back on Earth, but between his
lowered inhibitions plus his enhanced physique (which meant it was now nigh
impossible for him to get a hangover or addled wits), he'd indulged in some
light drinking while on the starliner and had discovered he enjoyed it.

   During his tour of the brothel grounds the other day, Lar'kosa had
explained that a low-level telepathic filter would be applied to him, so
that any potential clientele that he would turn down out of disinterest
would be screened out by the brothel's automatic administrative systems. 
This meant that he didn't have to look up the client ahead of time but
could instead, as Lar'kosa put it, 'enjoy the surprise'.

   He was surprised indeed when his first ever client came in: a lovely
young woman of a humanoid race, with lavender hair and pearlescent skin. 
He grinned delightedly - this was clearly Asiehna's mother-to-be.  He had
been instructed not to speak unless his clients asked him, so he just
smiled invitingly at her as her eyes roved his form, which was scarcely
hidden by the bubbling water.  She clearly liked what she saw - and had
seen his holo-image beforehand besides - and smiled at him.  "Undress me,"
she commanded.  Al didn't know who she was, but apparently she was in some
position of authority, with that tone she used.

   He obeyed, standing out of the pool and relishing the lusty look on her
face as the water ran in rivers down his sculpted muscular form and fat
heavy swaying dick.  He stepped out of the pool and came over her, his
dextrous fingers running across her smooth skin and helping her slip out of
her dress...

   He had three clients that day - the last of which was actually two
women, best friends with each other, who had eagerly double-teamed him -
and spent a few hours with each one, fucking their brains out as they
shrieked in orgasmic ecstasy.  On his walk home, three kitsune ambushed him
to get fucked on the sand boulevards.  So the jagged tear that was the sun
was setting by the time the skyscraper lift's doors opened to welcome him
into the penthouse suite that was his new home with the girls.

   His girlfriends had already made it homey.  Between the millions of
credits Merlin had given them, plus the million-credit bonus Lar'kosa had
given him for the brothel sign-on, the girls had had plenty of funds to
spend.  Sculptures, tapestries, dolls, candles, and all manner of
knickknacks adorned the place, and music played softly.  Al had never been
rich before, but he and his girlfriends were definitely enjoying it.  Three
hundred thousand more credits had been transferred into his account that
afternoon, one hundred grand each per client.

   His girlfriends jumped his bones as soon as he walked in, and fucked him
long into the night.  Later, in the wee hours of the early morning, he lay
in the center of the bed, surrounded by his slumbering girlfriends, whose
bodies were draped over him in various positions, and he reflected how
fortunate it was that his new physique seemed able to thrive on very little
sleep, given how much fucking he was doing.  In fact, fucking itself seemed
to make up for a lot of lost sleep, perhaps two hours of mind-blowing sex
doing him as much good as an hour of sleep.

   He finally drifted off, and woke up in the morning to start his second
day at the brothel.

   A few mornings later as he walked into the brothel, the secretary waved
him over to its desk.  It was a genderless member of an alien species that
reproduced asexually, so Al hadn't been sure which pronoun to use, but had
been informed that 'it' was sufficient.  "Morning," he said amiably in his
voice, which had been a deep bass ever since Stonehenge.

   "Morning," said the secretary.  "Got a potential client for you."

   Al raised his eyebrow.  "Is the filter broken?" he asked wryly.

   "Hardly," the secretary snorted.  "In fact it says you'd like this dame.
But she wants to rent you for 24 hours, and wants you to come spend those
24 hours in her own abode.  If a client wants you for longer than 6 hours
or wants you off brothel grounds, I have to ask your permission no matter
what the filter says.  Company rules.  Payout will be extra for you though.
Two mil."

   "Show me," he said, and the secretary tapped a button on the desk,
displaying holo images and text descriptions of the client.  The
translation charm Merlin had cast on Al and his girlfriends fortunately
worked for written text as well, and with his heightened intelligence he
processed all the information in a glance.  "A queen?" he exclaimed.

   "Royalty's a cred a dozen here," the secretary said dismissively.  "Four
of your clients already were queens.  This one just rules some backwater
matriarchy in a galaxy on the backside of 'Verse Sigma-Dee."

   The 'backwater matriarchy' was a female-dominated society spanning
hundreds of star systems, but Al supposed someone who was accustomed to
life in the multiversal junction of Salheed wouldn't be impressed by it. 
"I'll do it," he said.  "When is it?"

   "Tomorrow," the secretary said, punching buttons rapidly with all four
of its arms.  "You'll need to be back here at midnight for the shuttle. 
Transit time will add about eight more hours total onto the 24 that you'll
be spending with her."

   So it was that Al found himself on a personal Lar'kosa Enterprises
shuttle later, piloted by a homunculus AI that performed its piloting and
ship maintenance duties well but was perfunctory for conversational
purposes.  Fortunately the passenger compartment was well equipped, and Al
sipped from a glass of rich maenad wine as he watched displays of dozens of
holorecords at once.  With his new eidetic memory and outrageous mental
processing speed, he took it all in easily, learning volumes of information
about the queendom to which he was headed.

   He had been learning all about the multiverse during his spare time, in
fact.  At night when his girlfriends were asleep after long hard fucks, and
at the brothel inbetween clients.  He was utterly fascinated by the variety
in the many universes, planes, and dimensions, and hungered to know it all.

   So when the shuttle left the wormhole connecting Salheed to Universe
Sigma-Dee and then arrived through local hyperspace at the star cluster, Al
could point out the constellations and name the stars.  When the shuttle
flew into the atmosphere of the capital planet, Al could identify the
noteworthy structures of the great city below.  And when he was met on the
palace shuttlepad by a male servant, he surprised that servant by giving
the proper handsign which in that matriarchy was used by males to greet a
male stranger.

   The dominant race here was virtually identical to humans, save they had
four fingers on each hand rather than five, and they most resembled
Orientals.  The servant led him to the queen's bedchambers, where a female
handmaiden dismissed the servant and let Al into the room.  It was
incredibly luxurious, even more so than the brothel suites.  Treasures of
all kinds were strewn about in a casual display of obscene wealth.

   From his research, Al knew that male concubines in this matriarchal
society were expected to stand, fully naked, by the bed of their mistress
while awaiting her, on the left side of the head.  The brothel hadn't given
him any instructions beyond "don't break anything", so he decided to defer
to local custom, and took up his position after undressing.

   It was a quarter hour later that the doors opened and the queen herself
came in, followed by two handmaidens.  "--and that damned minister can wait
her turn like everyone else, I don't care how many cousins she has in the
assembly--" The queen stopped short as she saw Al.  "Oh ancestors, I nearly
forgot."

   "Your breeding stud, your majesty," one of the handmaidens murmured. 
Both handmaidens were eying him lasciviously, and he reveled in the
attention as his cock twitched and swayed between his thighs.

   "Yes, I realize that," the queen said.  "You are dismissed."

   "But your majesty--"

   "Both of you!" the queen barked, and her two handmaidens bowed and
withdrew.  When the door had closed behind them, the queen looked at him
and walked through the room, pulling off her long silk gloves.  "Both of
them are spying for four different nobles.  It's impossible to get any
privacy unless it's a conjugal event, and even then it's a stretch."

   Al was aware of the intricacies of local politics due to his research,
and nodded sympathetically.  He didn't speak however, as the queen didn't
seem to expect a reply.  She was eying his musculature and his member quite
appreciatively however.  "I loathe the thought of contracting some toad
from one of the assembly houses to sire an heir, so I entrusted the task of
finding good stock to Lar'kosa, and it seems he did not disappoint. 
Certainly my inner council approved all the scans of your physiological
configuration that the brothel sent."

   She paused, slipping her top off to reveal two luscious, perfectly
formed tits, stemmed by hard puffy dark nubbins.  "I had thought this would
be a duty, a chore, to lay with a man rather than a woman, but now that I'm
seeing you...I think I shall rather enjoy this."

   Al smiled, and recognized the cue in her body language to step forward
and kiss her.  She moaned into the kiss, relishing his masculine taste, and
his hands slipped around her as her boobs smooshed into his chiseled torso.
She pushed him down onto the bed and crawled atop him, straddling him and
letting his massive cock slip between her tight virgin pussy lips.  Her
back arched as electric delight sizzled through her, and she braced her
hands on his six-pac abs as she began bouncing atop him.

   They fucked slowly, sensuously, stroking into one another as their
pleasure built to a fever pitch.  The queen was tossing her head back and
forth, sending her long black hair flying, and her tongue was hanging out
the corner of her mouth.  "Oh ancestors, what a man..." she moaned, only
somewhat coherently.

   When she cummed, her entire body trembled violently as shocks of rapture
ripped through her, screams of pure joy tearing from her throat.  Al took
the initiative and seized her slender hips in his broad hands, pounding his
hips up into her and fucking her climaxing cunt madly, until he roared in
primal triumph.  Jizz rocketed up his shaft to fire into her fertile royal
twat with the force of a cannon, ropes and ropes and ropes of hot cockslop
to drown her eggs in thick human babysauce.

   Neither were sated after that, and she had hired him for 24 hours, so
they kept fucking wildly for hours, in all manner of positions.  The queen
had never known such ecstasy, even when her four most talented female
concubines worked together to please her.  Al's sheer virility, his musky
scent, and his strong beastly cock stirred tides of phenomenal euphoria in
her again and again.

   It was many hours later that she lay in his arms, his cock sandwiched
between her thighs as they spooned and oozing thick jizz onto the silken
sheets.  She dozed in a light half-slumber for a time, and Al held her,
relishing the feel of her sexy curvaceous body in his arms.

   When she woke, she laughed in sheer delight as she remembered the
reality of her magnificent deflowering and impregnation.  "Would that all
my political necessities were so pleasant," she chuckled.

   "As you say, your majesty," he said, thinking of the latest scandals he
had seen in the queendom's local news, which he had viewed while on the
shuttle ride there.

   "You made conceiving an heir far better, incredibly so, than I could
have imagined.  I don't suppose you also know a way to end a feud between
two stubborn noble houses with fluff for brains too?" she teased.

   He was silent for a moment, and she gasped after a minute.  "Wait, don't
tell me you DO?  After a performance like that, I might just believe you
capable of anything."

   Al said, "If I may be so bold, your majesty, there seems to me to be a
chink in house Arblesi's reason for the feud..."

   His heightened intelligence had processed his exhaustive research on the
matriarchy, and a potential solution had asserted itself into his awareness
once he had absorbed all the information.  The queen listened silently as
he laid out his notions, and when he had finished, she was silent for a few
moments.  Al could practically hear the cogs turning in her brain.

   Then she exclaimed, "Barren ancestors, that's brilliant!

   That was how Al learned he had a knack for politics, economy, and
governance.  The seeds of that ability had always been inside him, but it
wasn't until the ritual at Stonehenge had opened his soul and enhanced his
intelligence, that it had come out.  His proposed solution to the feud was
enacted by the queen, and a situation that threatened to tear apart the
assembly was neatly, and utterly, defused.

   None knew that the queen hadn't figured out the genius solution herself,
but she hired Al again many more times, and every time he had useful advice
to give her.  Al found himself giving advice to many of his other clientele
as well.  He never offered it unless the situation seemed right, as it had
with the matriarchy's queen, but soon his clients began seeking advice from
him as much as hot sex.  Even the ones who were not in any positions of
political power had problems of one sort or another, however mundane, and
he was usually able to offer some insight.

   He began reading up on the background cultures of all his clientele, to
be better informed and thus offer good advice, and his instincts always
proved correct.  After only two weeks his schedule for the next year was
booked solid, and the secretary called him to its desk again one morning.

   "You're popular," it stated the obvious.  Al gave a small smile; he was
proud, but he still at least tried to be modest about it.  "If you want to
capitalize on this, we can give you more work."

   He arched an eyebrow.  "More?  I'm already full up for months, aren't
I?"

   "Time sync," the secretary said.  "We can have you spend six hours in
your suite but only have an hour pass in the rest of Salheed.  "You'd fit
in more clients and be making credits hand over fist."

   "I'm already making credits hand over fist," Al pointed out.

   "True enough," it allowed.  "Think it over."

   He did, and discussed it with his girlfriends at dinner that night.

   "Honestly, Al, you should run for king or whatever," Bri quipped between
mouthfuls.  She and Lily had whipped up an alien recipe of some delicious
vegetables in a mouth-watering meatsauce, and they were all enjoying it. 
Al especially was eating it ravenously; all the fucking he did gave him an
enormous appetite that almost outdid his six girlfriends combined, and they
had learned to prepare lots of extra portions just for him.

   "Ha," he snorted.  "Lily, this is amazing."

   The tips of her ears turned pink, but she smiled.  "Thanks.  Bri did
most of the work."

   "I did not, girl," Bri retorted.  "You're the one who found the recipe
and figured out a good substitute for the vegetable we couldn't find."

   "That's not a bad idea," Grace mused.

   "Not bad?" Kristin said.  "I don't know what the original veggie was
supposed to be, but this is fucking fantastic!"

   "Not that," Grace stuck her tongue out at her.  "Al running for king."

   "Penny's the royal one around here," Al rolled his eyes.

   Penny let out a loud pffft.  "Please.  Princess of nothing." She wore
Excalibur on her belt now, and it was constantly glowing, faintly visible
from within the sheath.  When Bri had pointed out the glowing sword back on
the starliner, she'd posited that 'Cockgod' nutting inside Penny had
awakened her magic, the same way it had for their twin daughters.

   That hadn't been the entire truth, but it had unlocked Penny's chakric
centers enough that she was able to feel the magical energy that existed
virtually everywhere, and upon their arrival at Salheed, Al had employed a
magic tutor for her.  Thus far Penny had learned enough to enchant
Excalibur's sheath to the size of a dagger and have it still 'big enough on
the inside' to hold the whole blade.  "Like a TARDIS," she'd explained. 
This had been fortunate, given that Penny's magic came easiest when she was
wielding the legendary sword, and its presence let her perceive mystic
energies far more clearly than without.

   "Besides," Al continued as he swallowed another delicious mouthful of
dinner, "it's only women who will listen to me.  Fucking someone's brains
out tends to raise their opinion of you."

   "Maybe if you turned gay you could get men to listen to you too,"
Kristin quipped, and Al nearly choked on his next bite as the other girls
guffawed.

   "Seriously though," Penny said a moment later, after the laughter had
died down, "I think Bri has a point.  You have natural leadership
qualities. You were always looking after us back on Earth, and even now
you're pretty much in charge of us.  We trust you to get things done and
take care of us, and you do!"

   Al was blushing, a little embarrassed but proud.  "I'm not trying to
control you," he said.

   "You're not," Lily assured him.  "But I like having you as my master."
The other girls giggled; Lily had taken to calling Al 'master' all the time
now, and not only in bed.

   "And you're fucking GOOD at managing everything," Bri said.

   "A household, maybe," he shrugged.  "But I'm just a man-whore for a
living."

   "Sexiest man-whore alive," Meredith countered.  "Besides, aren't you the
one who told us that in most places of the multiverse, whores are regarded
very well?"

   "Yeah," he admitted.  "The looser sexual mores of most alien
civilizations mean there's no shame about it, and thus high-quality whores
are sought out as--"

   "No, maybe not a king," Bri teased.  "Teacher instead." Everyone
laughed, and Al blushed.

   "Sorry," he muttered.

   "I'm just teasing, baby," she patted his hand.  "Seriously though, you
should take up that time-sync whatever thing.  As long as you don't mind
the extra work."

   "Mind fucking sexy horny queens and princesses?" he said dryly.  "No, I
don't think I would."

   Everyone laughed.  "Ain't one sexy horny princess enough?" Meredith
teased, looking at Penny.

   "Nope," Penny said bluntly.  "Cockgod here" - she used Bri's new
nickname for him - "needs all the pussy he can get." Al blushed, and his
six newly impregnated girlfriends snickered in delight.

   So Al wound up taking the time sync offer, and thus began fucking more
than a dozen clients each day.  Different clients too for the most part;
only the very wealthiest - such as the matriarchal queen - could afford him
more than once a half-season, particularly since the brothel kept hiking up
his price.  There seemed no end in sight to how high the brothel would
raise the price to hire him, as his clients kept gleefully paying it.  The
secretary mentioned one day that he had topped the interdimensional record
for most expensive whore in sanctioned history, at one billion credits per
hour.

   (Given the vast infinity of the multiverse, it was impossible to keep
records of everything, everywhere, so most historians relied on a
particular set of sources and parameters, which were referred to as
"sanctioned" history.)

   Al was astonished, and could barely comprehend how much more obscenely
wealthy he was now.  He only saw a portion of that billion credits per
hour, but even so he now possessed over two hundred million credits and
counting.  He could retire if he wanted to - but he did enjoy the fucking
and the popularity, and he genuinely liked being able to make a positive
difference with the advice he gave many of his clients.

   Lar'kosa threw a big gala for his record-breaking popularity, and
dignitaries and celebrities from various places throughout the multiverse
attended.  Al was expected to be fully naked for the entire event, as his
cock was more or less the whole reason for his popularity (or so most
people thought; other than his clientele themselves, few if any knew that
his astute advice was also highly sought out).  He'd known that whores were
well regarded throughout most of the multiverse, but at the gala it really
hit him how much so.  He, like many of the best and most famous whores
throughout the planes, was a celebrity now!

   He began getting loads of fan mail after the gala as well, and his
girlfriends delightedly sorted through it.  They'd lounge on the luxurious
couches of their penthouse, their bellies just beginning to poof out with
their pregnancies, giggling madly as they read the choicest parts to each
other, the best of which they would share with Al when he got home from the
brothel.  Marriage proposals, from fans who had never met him, numbered
over a hundred less than a week after the gala.

   ***



   In the tower harem, the cosmic Pendragon slammed his massive cock into
his pregnant daughter's climaxing cunt again, and busted his nut deep
inside her.  Floods of jizz filled her pussy and womb as she cried out in
ecstasy, and she flopped to the grass from her hands and knees, her limbs
exhausted by ecstasy.  His other pregnant daughters lounged around them
watching, and waiting for him to resume his tale after interrupting it to
fuck one of them.

   "This is such a good part, Daddy!" one of them giggled gleefully.

   "Yeah, so much fucking!" another agreed.

   "You are all ridiculous," another retorted playfully.  "Hearing about
Daddy fucking is hot, but it's so much hotter to actually fuck him!"

   ***

   It was the evening after Kristin had cracked up telling him of that
significant number of marriage proposals, when Al was walking home from the
brothel, that he spied, as he often did, a kitsune waving at him from an
alley.  He recognized this one; most of the kitsune girls he saw these days
he recognized, and he figured he had seen (and fucked) most of the ones in
the city by now.  He felt fortunate indeed to have interacted with them at
all, much less fucked their tight willing holes; kitsune were shy and often
would vanish if others came near.

   He walked into the alley, and the kitsune girl grinned at him, kissing
his thick bloated knob and giggling.  She wrapped one of her seven tails
about his enormous cock and walked ahead, tugging him lightly after her. 
He had the strength to resist her of course, but was curious and so
followed.

   She led him through some of the wide open alleys inbetween a block of
buildings to a garden courtyard that was bordered by villas rather than any
sand boulevards.  There were no walls around it, but there was a marble
arch over each sandwalk entrance into the garden.  The kitsune pointed and
turned to grin infectiously at him, and he nodded with a smile.  If she
wanted to fuck him in the beautiful flower garden, he had no complaints
with that.

   But when he walked through the arch-- Everything changed.  Instead of
being in a neat city garden, he was in a wild oasis.  He glanced around
quickly in shock.  A spring lay before him, bordered by flowering alien
palm trees.  The jagged tear that was the sun was high in the sky rather
than setting.  A fresh wind blew, despite the fact that the rainy season
had begun a few days ago.  Kitsune girls lay sprawled everywhere, tails
wagging softly, or ran and played, and all were laughing and giggling. 
Some kissed each other and made sweet sapphic love.  And even the archway,
that had somehow transported him here, was gone.

   The kitsune girl who had led him here unwrapped her tail from around his
cock and leapt gleefully into his arms, kissing him passionately with her
sweet lips as his hands cradled her soft tiny butt.  His cock began rising
despite the surprise of his situation-

   "Stay your pleasure a while longer."

   A low sultry voice cut into his awareness, and the kitsune kissing him
whined disappointedly, but obeyed and leapt out of his arms.  Al saw three
kitsune sitting next to each other in the spring.  Each of them had nine
tails - his reading had informed him that kitsune only grew more tails
based on a mixture of age, power, and experience, but never surpassed nine
- and each was smoking hot.

   Two of them he had espied in the city before.  It was the other one,
however, sitting in the center of the three, who had addressed him.  Though
she appeared as youthful as all kitsune, there was an aura of majesty to
her, one that not even the other two nine-tailed foxgirls possessed the
same measure of.

   "My lady," he felt it appropriate to say, and inclined his head.

   She chortled, amused.  "Stay your kowtowing as well.  We fox spirits are
wild and free, and do not desire others to be any different.  I have
watched you for some time, Pendragon, the Man-Whore of Salheed."

   'Pendragon' was what the brothel billed him as.  It was a
transliteration of his surname, Pandrake, into the one of the common
multiversal dialects that was remarkably similar to several Earth
languages. (He had inferred from his reading that many common multiversal
languages were similar to some of Earth's, having derived from a common
source: that of Atlantis.)
"King of kings, god of gods, lord of lords," the majestic kitsune
continued.  "That is what it means in your tongue, and the tongue of many

planes."

   "Whore of whores," he offered with a cocked eyebrow, and she laughed, a
lovely trilling sound that was echoed by several of the surrounding
kitsune. It was no sycophantic laughter though; kitsune were easily amused
by nature.

   "Tell me, Pendragon, do you know who I am?"

   "A hot sexy nine-tailed kitsune who makes my dick very hard," he
quipped. More delighted laughter.

   "It is no wonder so many of us enjoy your...company," she said
mirthfully, and her eyes flicked to his massive swaying cock, which was
semi-turgid and leaking large dollops of sticky pre onto the warm sand.

   "As I enjoy theirs," he said, and some naughty tittering from several
foxgirls around him, those whom he had fucked, replied.

   "I am what you would call an Old God," the kitsune said, and Al blinked.

   "I didn't know kitsune had an Old God," he managed after a moment.

   "They do not," the fox goddess answered.  "Kitsune follow no god."

   "I misspoke then," he grinned.  "I did not know an Old God numbered
among the kitsune." She smiled, pleased with his answer, and he asked, "May
I ask why you brought me here tonight?"

   "So formal," she stuck her tongue out at him, shattering whatever
majestic preconception had built up inside him at the revelation of her
deityhood.  "It is rare that I take a lover who is not a kitsune...and
never before have I taken any who was not female."

   Al's cock roared to life, inflating and hardening in an instant, as she
licked her lips and stood out of the spring, the warm water rolling down
her soft luscious flesh.  "I, um," he said, "I'm not going to return to
Salheed city to find my girlfriends old women, am I?"

   She regaled him with laughter.  "No, Pendragon, you shall return
scarcely a minute after you leave.  Now, come, and know the love of a
goddess!"

   The space between them vanished, and though he had not moved, he was now
standing in the warm spring, the kitsune goddess in his arms and kissing
him passionately.  Her lips on his filled him with golden light sensations
of the sort he had never known, and her body against his filled his heart
with heaven.  Her hands roved his back and face and shoulders, as his
squeezed her soft round supple ass, and then she was crying out in bliss as
her tight virginal cunt wrapped around his utterly massive fuckpole.

   Al cummed right then, the exquisite slickness and tangible divine light
bringing him pleasure greater than any he'd ever known, and the goddess
shrieked out in ecstasy as she felt his hot seed rushing full force inside
her.  Her fingers tangled in his dark curls, and she hurled herself down
atop his lurching, jizzing pole, enveloping his entire shaft in one go.

   This only heightened both their climaxes, and the force of his spunk
geysers redoubled.  Blast after blast of fertile babymaking spunk exploded
inside the tiny goddess's slippery spasming satin sleeve.  Al had no idea
how long he cummed inside her, with her climaxing pussy clutching his cock
possessively, her little kitsune body trembling and writhing in his grasp.
And scarcely did it finally end but he was lowering them both to the ground
- never withdrawing his cock from her luscious pocket - and driving his
hips into hers with the same frantic need with which she bucked her body up
into his thrusts.

   They thrust and pounded together in wanton debauchery, and Al never
stopped cumming, nor did she.  At most, his cum squirts slowed down for a
few moments, before picking up again with even more force.  Not only
unimaginable pleasure did her body bring him, but utter and sheer power he
could sense thrumming in her, more than most Old Gods had, he somehow knew,
as though their coupling had granted him that one intuition.

   When finally she lay gasping beneath him, gorgeous in her sweaty
disheveled state, she huffed tenderly, "You have ravished a goddess to
satiation.  No one, mortal or no, could do more." She then bade the other
kitsune fuck him as well, which they were all too eager to do.  Every
kitsune he'd fucked thus far was there - most with barely poofed-out
tummies like his six girlfriends - and fucked him again, and so did a great
many others besides.  After fucking a goddess, every sexual copulation was
more intensely pleasurable than before, as though her wet love had awakened
new senses of pleasure within him.

   It felt like days that he was there, fucking them all over and over,
never needing to eat or sleep, and yet the jagged tear of the sun never
moved.  At last, the fox goddess came up to him as he set the last kitsune
down to join her sleeping, blissed-out kin.  "Count my tails," she said.

   He glanced at her luscious ass - and then did a double-take.  She had
ten tails.  TEN!  No kitsune ever had more than nine.  And he was sure she
hadn't had ten before.

   She lifted up her small hand and he leant down so she could stroke his
cheek.  "You are a unique man, Pendragon, Man-Whore of Salheed.  Few could
give a goddess such great pleasure.  Rarer still is the one whose seed
could take root within her belly." Her free hand lay atop her tummy, and he
knew that she had been impregnated by him, as were all those he fucked.

   "But there is no one," she said softly, "no one else, who could have
filled me with such love and vitality as to make a fox spirit, goddess or
no, grow a tenth tail." She touched her forehead to his.  "I give you my
blessing.  But it is poor to the blessings you have given me." She kissed
him-- Her long red hair flapped across his vision-

   And then she was gone.  The oasis was gone.  He was standing in the
archway of the courtyard garden; the setting jagged tear in the sky hadn't
moved since last he had seen it.

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