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 TITLE: Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon
PART: 5 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ cons fant ScFi piv impreg preg size inc oral fellatio
rom
SUMMARY: Now a leader, Al's political and psionic power grows...  as
does his number of lovers.

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   Slick squelchy slaps and obscene little moans were a chorus of lewd
ecstasy, as Al rammed his hips repeatedly into the kitsune's tiny pregnant
pussy.  She was writhing in bliss, her tails thrashing beneath her butt on
the bed, as he pounded his enormous shlong into her hot, drenched cunt. 
His huge dick seemed even more enormous next to her small size - she was
less than half his height - and it spread her legs and stretched her cunt
impossibly wide as he fucked into her again and again.  Her tummy was
swollen with child, as she was 8 months pregnant and full to bursting. 
Though kitsune generally had small boobs, hers had fattened considerably
with the new milk production, and those gorgeous luscious tits heaved
sweatily as she convulsed, hurling her little preggo body into his pounding
thrusts.

   'Al?!' Penny's excited gasp came into his mind, via the psychic link he
had set up between her and all six of his girlfriends - now his wives -
'It's time!'

   'Be right there, baby,' he thought back, smiling wide, and anchored his
enormous cock to the hilt inside the fox girl's juicy twat a final time,
shouting his primal triumph as he dumped his titanic load of thick boiling
jizz inside her.  The kitsune's screech of untrammeled euphoria nocked up
an octave as tidal waves of orgasm ripped through her little body.

   It was a good five minutes before they finished cumming together, and Al
snuggled with the kitsune for a few minutes more, before kissing the
ravished fox girl tenderly goodbye and leaving the room.  He activated one
of the city-craft's time sync devices, and was shunted back a few minutes,
to merely seconds after Penny had telepathically alerted him.

   The city-craft was much larger and advanced now, thanks to bustling
prosperity under his leadership, but he navigated it easily, zooming
through the hallways and atriums in mid-air under his own psionic power. 
He reached the master bedchambers he shared with Penny and his other five
'Terran wives', as others often referred to them, and found Penny sweating,
her legs spread wide as she breathed deeply.  She grinned at him, full of
pride and love.

   The succubal midwife was counting contractions and took no note of him -
but the two girls sitting on one side of the bed next to Penny squealed
delightedly to see him and the look of surprise on his face.  "Daddy!" they
cried, clambering off the bed to kiss him delightedly - Llaeloryn and
Llaerelle had come to join their parents for their very own birth!  And he
found them even sexier than before, with the adorable tummy bumps they
sported.

   His other Terran wives waddled in shortly after; they were all due any
time now, but it seemed fitting to them all that Penny, the one he'd known
and loved the longest, was delivering first.  Before long, infant twin
girls were being cradled in the arms of two very proud parents, five other
wives who were just as proud as if the children were theirs, and two future
versions of themselves.

   "Good thing all the movies on Earth are wrong," Bri said wryly, watching
the twins hold their infant selves.  "Or else the universe would have
exploded."

   While making preparations to marry the various royal and noble consorts
who had proposed to him, Al had proposed to his six girlfriends, and
married them all simultaneously in a grand ceremony at a lush oasis outside
Salheed city, before initiating any of his consortial weddings.  They were
his first loves, and so he had wanted to marry them first.

   All of his weddings - nine so far, with four more (and counting) planned
- were extravagant pageants of pomp and wealth, with dignitaries and
celebrities from all over the multiverse.  The Pendragon, already famous by
virtue of being the Man-Whore of Salheed, was making tremendous waves.  He
had fucked succubi in countless tantric rituals to generate ever more
massive stores of raw magical energy, which fueled their bustling export
business, accumulating wealth and influence in rapidly growing amounts.

   He had brokered deals with nobles and businessmen - including Lar'kosa
himself - and had more factions - some small, some large - join his
Alliance.  Everyone he governed (or advised, as in the case of the allies
under his wing) prospered greatly, and more and more female nobles and
rulers lusted after his cock and desired his brilliance, and so proposed to
him, binding their kingdoms and countries to him.

   The city-craft of the succubi had undergone significant overhauls and
construction, quadrupling in size and being stocked with some of the most
advanced magic and technology the multiverse had to offer.  Half a dozen
other city-crafts had been built as well - with twenty more (and counting)
still under construction - to house the growing number of those who wished
to live directly under his rule.  He had negotiated for territory in
various galaxies and planes as well, for the more he and his people
prospered, the more prospective immigrants multiplied exponentially.

   His psionic abilities, already impressive, had sprouted even further
into a fantastical degree of obscene power, and Penny's magic had blossomed
as well.  He often personally secured his new allies, smashing the armies
and fleets of their enemies singlehandedly with his psionic prowess. 
Through various psionics and tantric rituals, Al and Penny had given
themselves and his other five Terran wives eternal youth and immortality,
as well as sheathing them all in psionic invulnerability, thus ensuring no
harm could come to them, should possible enemies seek to use his loves
against him.

   For now, after Penny and the infants were sleeping, Al and his future
daughters gleefully reunited, fucking each other's brains out.  Llaerelle
and Llaeloryn whooped in ecstatic rapture as their own daddy's massive cock
shlicked and shlurped into their juicy wet preggo cunts with hard rough
slaps of flesh on flesh, and he dumped dozens of loads in their tight hot
horny holes.

   ***



   The many pregnant girls in the tower harem listened raptly as their
Daddy, the cosmic Pendragon, described his sexy reunion visit with his
future twins - inbetween his grunts as he slid in and out of another
pregnant daughter's slippery warm cunt, which gushed her fuck juices as she
squeezed and milked him, eager for a hot load of daddy-sauce.

   One of the other girls patted her swollen tummy happily.  "I love
hearing about my sisters being born, it's so romantic and loving."

   "And soon you'll be giving birth to another sister yourself, babe," the
daughter sitting next to her said, smooching her check fondly as she
tittered.

   "But we don't need to hear all the details about every single deal you
brokered in those early days, Daddy," said another pregnant daughter, who
was dangling her pretty feet in one of the bubbling pools while one of her
sisters licked sensually on her smooth juicy pussy.

   "Speak for yourself, babe," piped up another.  "I like all those
political ins-and-outs."

   "Especially when those politics involve a lot of literal ins and outs by
Daddy into hot wet pussy?' the other teased, and the harem filled with
giggling, just as Daddy roared and began jetting potent cannonshots of
spunk into his current lover's clutching cunt.

   A few minutes later, after his massive nuts emptied themselves, he
grunted, "Well, perhaps just some of the highlights then..."

   ***



   After an hour of talks, Al raised his hand for silence.  The ambassador
from the Coalition - the largest multi-universe faction in all creation -
raised his eyebrow but acquiesced.  "These are very advantageous terms," he
allowed.

   "There is a reason the Coalition is so large," the ambassador nodded. 
"Member states prosper."

   "My Pendragon Alliance prospers already," Al noted.  "And I am not
willing to sign away my autonomy."

   The ambassador raised an eyebrow.  "Member states are still primarily
autonomous.  Other than an expectation to follow certain tax, trade, and
military laws, they--" The alien paused.  "You have bigger designs than
being a strictly defined state." It was not a question.  Al smiled thinly
at him.  The ambassador regarded him for a moment and finally said, "There
are many who ask to join the Coalition.  Few are accepted."

   Al met his eyes.  "One day, the Coalition will be asking to join me."

   "A bold claim."

   "Yes, it is," he agreed.

   ***



   "There was no sex in that highlight, Daddy," pouted one of his girls
inbetween frenching one of her pregnant sisters.

   Her father was in a standing position, knee deep in a bubbling pool as
he lifted one of his heavily pregnant daughters up and down upon his
tremendous fucktool.  She jangled and flounced and flailed, screaming with
bliss as her soaking wet silky cunt was stuffed again and again by her
beloved daddy's enormous jizz cannon.  "Not all my politics involve hot
sex, babycakes," he grunted, his deep bass twisted with pleasure as his
daughter's pussy tugged and gobbled wetly on his fat long pole.

   "We know, Daddy," said another daughter.  "I like hearing the battles
and politics too."

   "Yeah!" "Me too!" Several of his other daughters chorused...

   ***



   "How many girls did you sleep with in order to climb up the chain of
command to me, Pendragon?" asked the alien woman sitting on the other side
of the desk from him.

   Al lounged comfortably in the sole other chair in her office.  The
'office' was the towering station stemming one of the sides of a
mind-bogglingly huge Dyson sphere surrounding a supermassive black hole. 
The walls, ceilings, and floors were all transparent from the inside,
lending stunning views of the space around them.

   The woman herself was a humanoid with deep red skin, six small boobs,
and a head sprouting long slender feathers rather than strands of hair. 
She was one of the Drul Regentates who headed Infinity Command, the most
influential meta-governmental power in the multiverse.

   "I'm sure you know," Al grinned winningly at her.  "They don't call you
the Broker for nothing."

   "I do know," the Broker (as she was known) allowed, "but I would have
known that it had happened even if I had not kept track of your
activities."

   "Should I be flattered?" he asked.  He was buck naked save for some
golden bracers on his arms and ankles, and a single golden pauldron on one
shoulder, from which dangled a red half-cape.  His fashion-loving Terran
wives had put their heads together with some of his political officials and
decided on that as his 'official' uniform - using the term 'uniform'
loosely of course.  So he was able to flex his magnificent flaccid cock
with a twitch and be rewarded with a flick of the Broker's eyes to it.

   "Perhaps worried," she said.  "Maybe you've heard of the Megatirix
Hierarchy?  It was a small but very powerful up-and-coming faction.  Ruled
less than a planet's size of territory, but had fingers everywhere and
included both Old Gods and new deities in its leadership, some of whom
ranked among the most powerful of the multiverse's deities.

   "We kept an eye on them too," the Broker gazed levelly at them.  "One
day they crossed a few boundaries...and we joined with the Aeon Imperocracy
to destroy them."

   "I never cross boundaries but that I am given permission...and usually
begged to do so," Al said.  The Broker snorted, but he saw the twinkle in
her eye and, with his psionic capabilities, sensed the flutter in her mind.
"But I am glad you brought up the Aeon Imperocracy," he continued, "so I do
no have to bear the burden of doing so."

   Despite herself, she was charmed by his manner, and he could tell.  "If
you have business with the Aeon Imperocracy, there are easier channels to
establish contact with them than the effort it takes to see a Drul
Regentate," she said dryly.

   "No doubt," he said just as dryly, "were contact all I desired of them."

   "What then do you desire of them?" she asked pointedly.  "Save willing
womanly flesh?"

   He laughed.  "You're the Broker.  You know everything.  I would know the
source of their crystal techology."

   It was her turn to bark a laugh.  "You wish to know the secrets behind
the most advanced empire in the multiverse?"

   "Doesn't everyone?" he said blandly.

   The starstone of the Aeon Imperocracy was a fantastical crystalline
substance that could grow and form from virtually nothing into any size or
shape, and could take on any properties its user so desired.  Its
adaptability and versatility were unmatched, as was the scope of its
potential powers, given the correctly inputted properties.

   It fueled the Aeon Imperocracy's incredible strength, including the
mind-bogglingly powerful Anti-Deific Wards that somehow barred Old Gods
from entering its territory.  But only the immortal imperator and
imperocratic houses could use it or reap its benefits.  The masses they
governed did not, save for the infinite resources generated by the
starstone, and certainly no one outside the Aeon Imperocracy benefited.

   "If I did know," she countered, "why would I tell you, rather than using
it for the Infinity Command's own benefit?"

   "Because I want everyone to benefit from it," he said, "and not just
some nobles who parade themselves as deities before a cowed populace."

   "Perhaps we can work out a trade for what information I have," she
allowed.  Al smiled, and soon they had brokered an agreement, after which
she informed him, "I do not know how the starstone works, nor how it is
created.  But I do know WHERE it is created.  There is a source my contacts
have uncovered, from which all the Aeon Imperocracy's starstone comes."

   "Naturally, it is deep in the heart of their domain, and protected by
the strongest defenses known to the multiverse," he presumed in a bland
tone.

   "Quite," she nodded, and marked the coordinates for him.

   "There is more," he said.  She raised a lovely eyebrow, waiting for him
to continue.  "Tactical intelligence assessments of hell.  Most
particularly the Second Circle."

   "Unless it's their most forbidden secrets, most intel on the hellish
plane is accessible easily enough to those with the know-how," the Broker
pointed out.

   "Indeed," he nodded, "and I have procured a good deal of that intel. 
But this is important enough that I wish to correlate and supplement what
knowledge I have with the Infinity Command's data."

   "Planning a foray, are we?" the Broker guessed.  "Not confident enough
of your superpsionics?"

   Al favored her with a small smile.  It was the first time anyone had
applied the designation 'superpsionics' to his abilities, though he knew he
had reached that rarely attained category recently - and his powers were
still outmatching previously known wielders of such abilities.  "I would
not put others at undue risk," he said.

   "A large foray then," the Broker concluded.  He didn't answer.  "Well,
we could work something out.  Say, add 10% to the tonnage of the last
contract's second point?  Hellish intel is far cheaper."

   "Done," he said.

   "One more thing," she added, "before you go." She paused.  "Unless there
is more you wish to ask."

   "There is not," he said gravely, a twinkle in his eye.

   "Then," she said, standing up and unfastening the buttons of her dress,
"make love to me, Pendragon, and show me the fabled pleasure that the
Man-Whore of Salheed can give to a woman..."

   He undressed her, and kissed and worshipped her luscious red body,
sucking on her six nipples in turn as she leaned her head back and sighed
in languid pleasure.  Her tits began leaking milk - which he knew, due to
his research on the Broker before arriving, her species did when going into
a fertile heat provoked by a lover's pheromones - and was warm and
delicious.

   His cock was a huge pillar at full mast, and she suckled it with a will,
swallowing him down her bulging throat until he burst within her, filling
her tummy with hot human jizz.  Then she spread her legs wide, floating in
mid-air as he psionically flicked off the gravity switch beneath her desk,
baring to him her glistening cunt, which dribbled juices between her ass
crack.  He pressed a kiss to those moist juicy lips, prompting a purr of
sensual delight from her as his stubble bristled upon that smooth mound,
and then he mounted her, sliding his enormous package deep inside her.

   She arched her back, trilling aloud her bliss, as they began fucking in
the air, slowly spinning around as they made sweet hot passionate love. 
His cock squelched into her tight virgin pussy in a steady cadence as she
writhed, and then, just as she was on the cusp of her first climax, he
suddenly accelerated his pace.  As his fat nuts slapped forcefully into her
gorgeous ass, she shrieked in wanton ecstasy, her limbs flailing as she
cummed all over his piledriving dick, covering his massive cockmeat in her
femslime.

   He pummeled her slippery hot cunt for several hours, as she climaxed
over and over, and finally stuffed her to the brim once more, as he
unleashed his incredible torrents of potent babymaking jizz deep inside
her. Her orgasmic pleasure spiked even more as she felt his seed take root,
breeding her thoroughly, and she finally passed out from overwhelming
pleasure as he guttered his last spurt of hot spunk into her impregnated
alien womb...

   A week later, an interdimensional funnel drilled a hole into the flaming
red sky of hell's Second Circle.  Through the vast gulf zoomed a fleet of
vessels and cruisers, bristling to the teeth with weaponry and glowing with
runic sigils of protection painted on their hulls behind protective force
fields.  At its head Al, the Pendragon, flew unaided, held aloft by his own
superpsionic will.

   A blast of telekinetic force flattened every demonic fortress for half a
mile around, just as the lethal weaponry of his battle cruisers opened up
their strategic bombardment.  The demonic response was swift and brutal. 
Flying brutes lifted up on dread wings into the boiling sky, as
spike-studded cannon belched their hellish defiance at the invaders.  In a
shielded chamber at the heart of the largest Pendragon battlecruiser, Penny
stood in the center of a circle marked out by glowing mystic runes.  Al had
recently filled her with enough jizz to leak out of her recently
re-impregnated cunt for several hours, and it did so, while she drew on the
unleashed tantric energy to supercharge her spells.  Gripping Excalibur's
hilt, with the point of the blade on the floor, she chanted arcane
syllables, as an artificial wind whipped about her.

   Tongues of blue fire imposed themselves between demonic onslaughts and
Pendragon battleships, and cracked like whips onto hellish gun
emplacements. With laser fire zipping around him from above to sizzle into
the ground, Al swooped to the massive black granite citadel that was his
target, and with a glance from him, the entire wall and roof on one side
was cloven cleanly off, crashing as rubble down to the barren landscape
below.

   Demonic wardens of the bastion were crunched into atomic bits by
telekinetic fists, as Al psionically tore away cell door after cell door -
for this stronghold was a prison.  Confused and frightened, the prisoners
glanced outside - they were all succubi.  More succubi like those of the
Unsworn city-craft, who refused to use their sexual talents for the
sadistic satisfaction of their overlords, and thus were incarcerated.

   On screens in the cruisers high above, coordinates scrolled rapidly,
input by Al's will as his senses marked every last succubus in the prison.
Teleports beamed up the imprisoned succubi to holds in some of the largest
barges, where the confused women were met by Unsworn succubi from the
city-craft, who calmed them and announced that they were free.

   Between Al's superpsionic might and Penny's incredible spellwork, the
fleet had relatively little to bombard - but only comparatively speaking,
given the vast infinite reserves of hell's armies.  More and more hellish
military flung themselves recklessly at the Pendragon fleet, and again and
again they were decimated.

   When the last succubus's successful teleportational rescue had been
verified, Al gave the order to withdraw.  The barges bearing the freed
demonettes were first, followed by the war cruisers, and finally Al himself
stood in the interdimensional funnel as hordes of demons snarled towards
him.  Light flashed dramatically from his form as a psionic explosion
engulfed that part of hell for miles around, and when the flash cleared, Al
was gone, vanished through the closed warphole, leaving behind a devastated
demonic army...

   The newly freed succubi were astonished and gratified, and though Al
offered them all an individual choice of joining their Unsworn brethen on
the city-craft or going wherever they pleased but given generous supplies,
they unanimously agreed to join his Pendragon Alliance.  Likewise, they
were all eager to 'thank' their liberator and try out for themselves the
enormous cock that their Unsworn sisters had described in lurid detail.

   And so Al's conquests - both political and sexual, and in many cases
both at once - continued apace, the cadence of the Pendragon Alliance's
growth quickening without slack.  One evening, as Penny lay in his arms -
with twenty other pregnant wives scattered around them, on the bed or the
floor, all sleeping as jizz dribbled from their thoroughly satisfied holes
- he murmured to her, "Love you, Penny."

   She mewled happily.  "Love you too, Al."

   They kissed softly, basking in the afterglow of the reverse gangbang
that had brought them all multiple screaming orgasms, and then Al said,
"Would you come with me, Penny?  I'd like to show you something."

   She heard the seriousness in his tone, but cupped his cheek and smiled
fondly.  "You never need ask, Al.  I'll come with you anywhere, any time."
He kissed her again, and psionically teleported the two of them many
dimensions away.

   The sky overhead was black, but a forest sprawled beneath where they
floated in mid-air.  Penny sucked in her breath at the enchanted beauty of
it.  The tree trunks were silver, the leaves were glimmering gold and
white, and the fruits and blossoms sparkled brilliantly like tiny stars.

   "Al..." she said, overcome.  He was silent, and squeezed her hand.  She
could feel his smile.  "If we weren't already married, I'd think you had
brought me here to propose."

   He laughed, his rich bass washing sensuously over her, and she giggled,
resting her hands lightly on her tummy, which was already swelling again
with a new child, as were the bellies of his other five Terran wives. 
Penny gazed at the forest for a while longer before asking, "Where are we?"

   Al's answer surprised her.  "The Aeon Imperocracy's starstone farms."

   "What?" She whipped her head around to look at him in some shock. 
Though she didn't have Al's vast reservoirs of knowledge, she kept up to
date about things, acting as his queen among all his wives and concubines.
"You found it?  Stupid question," she muttered to herself, "or we wouldn't
be here.  And you're hiding us from their defenses, too.  Despite them
being some of the most sophisticated detection systems the multiverse has
to offer," she added with a wry twist of her lip.

   "That's right," he said with a pleased smirk.

   "How many people did you fuck to find this?" she laughed, and he made a
face.

   "The Broker asked the exact same thing," he chuckled ruefully.

   "But how does this give the Aeon Imperocracy their starstone?  Are these
fruits what turn into the crystals?" she wondered.

   "Close," he said.  "This forest was grown from the last fruits of
Yggdrasil and Hesperides."

   "The trees of knowledge and life, that were in Atlantis?" Penny raised
her eyebrow.  She had immersed herself in the history of her ancestors,
finding it fascinating.

   "The same," he nodded.  "It started out as two saplings of the same
kind, grown from those fruits, though they were not as great as their
parents, who had flourished in the cosmic nexus.  Nonetheless, they
possessed magical traits, and their own fruits slowly birthed the entire
forest you see."

   "I still don't see how this creates starstone," Penny pointed out.

   "In Atlantis, trees never died," he noted.  "Nothing and no one aged
beyond its prime.  But here, far away from the cosmic nexus, these trees
have a finite life cycle, long though it is.  And after a tree dies, it
slowly petrifies."

   "The petrified wood is the crystal?" she said in disbelief.

   "Got it in one," he said.

   "Are you planning to conquer this farm, or sleep with the woman who runs
it?" she asked, only half-teasingly.

   He looked sharply at her.  "How did you know a woman runs-- Oh." Her
gales of laughter echoed out over the forest, and he chuckled.  "Neither.
Let me show you something else." He squeezed her hand, and together they
flew into the empty sky.  And then the layers of dimensions were sliding
past them as Al's superpsionics carried them through transcosmic barriers.

   When they arrived at their destination, Penny gasped, for she recognized
the place from her own research.  Stars sparkled all around them, and
clouds of many colors.  A great disk, as wide as a planet, lay in the
distance.  Ruins and barren ash covered the disk, which was surrounded by
seven giant flaming swords, which zipped to and fro in eternal watch.

   "Atlantis," she breathed.

   "Its ruins," he nodded.  "We're in the cosmic nexus.  The combined
forces of Loki, Samael, Lucifer, and Surtur couldn't overthrow it; it
wasn't until the Creator's treachery that they fell, beneath the ruthless
hooves of the Four Horsemen at their most all-powerful." He paused, as they
watched the flaming swords roving about in the distance.  "Those are the
seven seals the Creator lay upon it, so that none could enter again, and no
life could ever take hold."

   She had loved this man her entire life, and knew him well, and so heard
the undercurrent in his tone.  "You plan to break the seals."

   He turned away from the breathtaking view to look at her, taking both of
her hands in his.  "Not now.  But yes, that is my plan.  We have Excalibur;
I want to recover all the many lost royal treasures of Atlantis.  Then I
want to take back the cosmic nexus, and restore to you and our daughters
their birthright.  I want the Alliance to grow from here, even more than
it's growing now."

   She looked into his eyes, and she believed him.  She believed he could
do it.  His superpsionics were unfathomably powerful, and when he knew he
was ready...he would be.  "I love you so much, Al," she murmured.

   They kissed, her arms roving his back as his large hands cradled her
small round buttocks, and they began moving together, her huge milk-leaking
boobs sliding across his muscular torso as his massive cock slipped inside
her snug slippery cunt.  She gasped and huffed in delight as she bounced
atop his tremendous fucktool, which thrust into her with hard powerful
slaps.  She loved the delicious sensations of her pussy being stretched and
stuffed obscenely wide and full by his gigantic slab of dickmeat, and knew
he loved the feeling of her wet preggo teen twat cumming all over him,
which she soon did.

   He only fucked her juicing pussy harder, relishing the feel of her sexy
body into his muscular frame as he held her, bucking his hips up into her,
his rod pistoning nonstop as she moaned out his name worshipfully.  And
then he was cumming, bursting fountains of hot scalding spunk inside her
for the first of many many times...

   **********

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