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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 1 of 11 - Coming of Age Part 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF MF+ 1st M1st F1st oral anal piv impreg cons size rom ScFi
fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Having grown up a slave in an elf woman's household, Aldric's
sex life begins.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy
setting of my own devising.

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   AUTHOR'S NOTE: Make sure to read the Prologue (Chapter 0) before this
one!

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AGE: 18
Aldric's lips were pressed into a thin line as he nimbly hopped about
from foot to foot, dodging the dancing blade, waiting for his opening.  He
saw it - took the chance - the tip of his force-sheathed laser sword jabbed

his opponent's gut.

   "Ha!" He crowed proudly - and promptly ducked as his opponent grinned
and took a retaliatory swing.  "Whoa!" He lost his balance, and stumbled
backwards onto the ground.

   His opponent - a tall green-skinned orc - laughed good-naturedly.  "You
did well, Aldric.  Very well." He reached his hand down, and Aldric took
it, letting the orc pull him to his feet.

   "Really?  Thanks!" He grinned broadly.

   Enthusiastic clapping came from the side of the training field.  Aldric
turned his head to smile proudly at Charelle.  The elf girl - who at 18
years old was the same age as himself - was gleefully cheering him on. 
"Way to go, Aldric!"

   Aldric, Charelle, and the orc - who was Captain of the Grand
Merchantress Sopha's Guard - were in the walled training yard of the
wealthy merchantress's palatial compound on the planet Susa 4.  The Captain
and the young slave man were both stripped to their waists, and sweating
heavily.

   "Wanna go again, Captain?" Aldric asked brightly.

   The Captain chuckled, but before they could duel again, Charelle came up
and fussed over his laser sword.  "Is the balance okay, Aldric?  Let me
make sure the calibration is still tight.  You still have it on stun
setting, right?"

   Aldric laughed indulgently.  "Yeah, Charelle, it's perfect!  You make
all the best things." Charelle's cheeks turned pink at the praise, and she
murmured something indistinct, tucking a curl of blonde hair behind her
pointed elf-ear before hustling back to the side of the yard to watch.

   The young man caught a glimpse of a pretty sprite peeking from behind a
bush, and he threw a wink at her, prompting hushed giggles from her.  No
one else noticed her, but Aldric knew that Tia, one of the local fay
spirits, was quite shy.

   As he turned back to the Captain and raised his laser sword - which
Charelle had made herself, especially for him - the orc looked at his
boss's younger sister briefly.  "You know, she could have gone to the
artificers for training years ago.  She's got such natural talent for it."
He fixed Aldric with a pointed stare.  "You know why she stays, don't you?"

   Confused, Aldric shook his head.

   "She stays for you," the Captain said bluntly.  "She's sweet on you."
Aldric flushed; he knew that, and he was sweet on his childhood playmate
too.  They had shyly kissed each other a few times, when no one was
watching; but he'd never suspected that she kept putting off artificer
training just so she could stay with him.

   "But I'm her slave," he pointed out.  "She can just order me to come
with her."

   "You are a household slave," the Captain agreed, "but the artificers
won't let any non-initiates into their training halls." Aldric bit his
lower lip thoughtfully.  "Now have at you, rascal!" Without further
warning, he stabbed at the man with his own laser sword - also set to stun
- and Aldric yipped indignantly as he jumped back out of the way.

   The orc laughed, and Aldric joined him, as they began sparring again. 
The orc was twice the young man's age, and far stronger and more
experienced, but Aldric's agility and speed made up for his shortfalls -
sometimes.  The Captain usually tapped Aldric before the young man could
tap him.  Once, Charelle had pointed out that the captain was cheating.

   "He's got combat sigils!" she'd pointed out, gesturing to the symbols on
the Captain's face and hand.

   Aldric had looked closely.  The shape of an open hand was tattooed on
the right side of the orc's face, over his eye, and the symbol of an open
eye was on the back of his hand.  "Doesn't look very magical to me," he'd
said.

   The Captain had laughed.  "Orc shamanesses don't go for all that fancy
mumbo-jumbo your imperially trained mages do."

   "It's not the shape of the sigillic marking that always matters,"
Charelle had said, as though it should be obvious, "but the power of the
casting itself.  These tattoos make him faster and stronger!"

   "They increase my hand-eye coordination," the Captain had clarified. 
"Primarily for ray pistol shooting, but it helps in hand-to-hand combat as
well."

   "See?" Charelle had sputtered.  "Cheating!"

   "Well, this is why you're the artificer and I'm not," Aldric had smiled
at his playmate's explanation.  "And well, if the Captain is faster and
stronger because of it, it'll just train me to be better so I can keep up!"

   "Spoken like an orc," the Captain had said.  Charelle had frowned at
that, and the captain had roared with laughter at her expression.  "That's
a compliment, girl!"

   "Oh." Charelle's face had cleared, and taken on a look of embarrassment.
"Sorry."

   Now, the Captain was pressing the assault, and Aldric was hard pressed
to keep dodging.  He wasn't strong enough to block the Captain's blows, but
he was still able to use his laser sword to delay a strike long enough to
leap nimbly aside.  Gradually, the Captain hemmed Aldric into the corner.
"I've got you now, lad," the Captain said triumphantly, prepared to bat
aside Aldric's blade and jab his shoulder.

   Aldric pointed his blade directly at the Captain, and flicked a new
switch on his laser sword.  Instantly his red-gold laser blade elongated to
twice its previous length, enough so that the point prodded the orc's chest
directly.

   The Captain was utterly dumbstruck.  Aldric couldn't help but laugh at
his expression, and after a moment, the Captain joined in.  "Ha!  Twice in
a row!  That's a first!  But looks like I'm not the only one cheating now."

   Aldric grinned broadly, and shouted over to Charelle, who whooped for
him, "That new setting works, Charelle!" The elf girl rolled her eyes but
smiled.  Her eyes drifted to his unclad chest, which was muscled, lean and
tanned, flushed and sweaty with exertion.

   "It's not just the laser sword," the Captain said, "you're a lot faster
and stronger lately.  I know your balls already dropped.  Must be going
through a new growth spurt then?" Aldric flushed; his dick and balls had
indeed engorged tremendously in size recently, and his lean boyish
musculature was becoming bulkier and better defined.  The orc smiled
knowingly.  "Special time in your life, lad.  You're coming of age.  If you
were an orc, we'd throw you an orcchanalia.  My daughters are coming up on
theirs, in fact."

   The Captain's eyes flicked to Charelle briefly.  "Best mind yourself
with her; don't want to make the lady mad at you." By the lady, Aldric
understood he meant Sopha - Charelle's older sister, the Captain's boss,
and his owner.  "Well, the hour grows late; what say you end this on a high
note with your victory?"

   "Okay, thanks, Captain!" Orc and young man saluted each other, and each
deactivated their laser swords, leaving only metal hilts in their place. 
Aldric's hilt was made of orichalcum - a rare and valuable metal, as it was
one of the relatively few types of materials that couldn't be replicated,
or repped, by the Nexus Empire's advanced Foundries; it also had extensive
magitechnical properties.  He affixed his hilt to a loop on his belt
designed for the purpose - another gift from Charelle, who enjoyed making
things even if there was no magitech involved - and grabbed his shirt,
draping it over his shoulder.

   He joined Charelle, and offered her his arm.  She took it, and he
escorted his playmate back to her chambers.  As the slave and her escort,
rather than she being lower-ranked than he, she walked directly beside him,
rather than slightly behind as was normal protocol for a woman being
escorted by a man.

   The elf girl chattered on about the sparring, gushing about Aldric's
prowess, hypothesizing new improvements for his laser sword, and
complaining about her older sister Sopha.  Aldric remained mostly silent,
happy to listen to her chatter; he'd have enjoyed it even if it wasn't his
duty to be Charelle's escort, playmate, and servant.  He had other duties
throughout the compound of course, but his primary role was in service to
Charelle, assigned to him by the Grand Merchantress Sopha from the moment
she'd purchased him.  That was actually why he'd asked the Captain to train
him in combat a couple years ago; so he could act as protector to Charelle,
in the same way the Guard protected the Grand Merchantress and her business
interests.  He grew more adept at swordfighting by the day, and was a
deadly accurate shot with a ray pistol; the Captain often praised his
agility and reflexes, and had once commented that he'd be an unbeatable
warrior once he grew into the full prime of manhood.

   He espied Tia as the red-gold-haired sprite peeked from a doorway at
him. The spirit flitted here and there as always, unnoticed by all, and he
waved at her.  Charelle followed his gaze, but the sprite was gone.  "Tia
again?" she asked.

   "Yup," Aldric confirmed, smiling.

   "I've never seen her.  I've asked all the other slaves and servants,
they've never seen her either.  Sometimes I think you're just making her
up," the elf girl teased.

   "Am not!" Aldric protested.  "She's just shy.  There's plenty of local
spirits I've probably not seen."

   "No, you've seen them all," Charelle said.  "Lumping Jacksie, Moonlight
Sprinkle, Herrodious Sleen..." she rattled off the names of the more than
two dozen local fay spirits, and she was right, Aldric saw them all every
now and then.

   "I guess the spirits just like me," he smiled.  Charelle rolled her
eyes.

   "Maybe so," she allowed.  "No one sees all the spirits, except you.  And
I've seen them all EXCEPT Tia!  Are you SURE you're not just making her up
to tease me?"

   "If I wanted to tease you," the young man said, "I would just...  TICKLE
YOU!"

   "Don't you daaaaare--!" Charelle broke off into a squeal as Aldric dug
his fingers into her ribs, laughing merrily as she returned the assault. 
In breathless giggles they twisted away from each other in the hallway, all
progress forgotten as they sought to gain the advantage.

   The ferocious battle ended as Aldric pressed the young girl up against
the corridor wall, pinning her wrists so that she couldn't tickle him - but
neither could he tickle her: a draw.  She was laughing, and looked so very
lovely, her eyes sparkling.

   Aldric glanced left and right down the hallway briefly before leaning in
to peck the elfin lass's plump teen lips, and a happy murmur sighed out
from her mouth, before she giggled again.  "Come on, silly," she said, her
eyes alight, and they resumed their pace.

   They passed the door to Aldric's bedroom - it was a tiny domicile right
next to Charelle's, for ease of access - and the door to Charelle's
expansive and well-adorned bedchamber whooshed open automatically as they
approached.  Charelle looked around, then tugged Aldric into her chamber
with her.  The door shut behind them.

   There was nothing wrong with Aldric being in the girl's room; as her
playmate, he was expected to be there quite often, but Charelle's furtive
looks suggested that she was about to do something naughty.  "Kiss me
again?" she pleaded, putting her arms around his shoulders.

   Aldric's heart leapt - something it had been doing for a long time
around Charelle - and his cock throbbed - something it had only been doing
recently, since she'd started noticing that she was a woman - as Charelle
looked up at him with her soft eyes.  Although they were the same age,
Charelle was several inches shorter than he was, being an elf.

   He remembered the very first time they'd kissed, last year.  It had been
when he'd first volunteered to be trained by the captain, so they he could
protect his charge.  Charelle had been astonished at how much he cared for
her and had hugged him fiercely.  Without either of them really planning
it, they had leaned in, and their lips had met briefly, each sharing a
first kiss.

   Now he leaned in and pecked her lips lightly before pulling back, his
heart thrilling at the touch.  Charelle sighed happily and closed her eyes.
"Thanks, Aldric.  You're a good kisser." There was no way she'd know,
having never kissed anyone else, but Aldric still sprouted a foolish grin
of pride on his face.  "So," Charelle continued, "what did the Captain
mean?"

   "Huh?"

   "He said your balls dropped.  Are they not attached?  I didn't know
human boys ever lost their balls."

   Aldric flushed.  "Um, he means that my balls, um, grew bigger.  That was
actually a few years back"

   Charelle regarded him with interest, and her gaze flicked downward,
seeing the bulge in his trousers.  "Those are your balls?!" she exclaimed.

   "Um, that's my prick," he blushed again.

   "Oh, your prick is that big?" She gasped with sudden realization.  Her
fingers dug into the band of his trousers, then she stopped as her sense of
propriety belatedly caught up to her.  "Um, can I see?"

   Of course she could; he was a mere slave, he belonged to her, or her
sister at any rate, and was bound to obey any command she gave or desire
she expressed.  But she cared enough to ask his permission first, for
something so intimate, and Aldric's core filled with soft warmth.  "Yes!"
he said rather more enthusiastically than he meant to, nodding his head
fervently.

   Almost reverently, the young elf pulled down her slave's trousers, and
gasped with surprised delight as his cock leapt out at her.  It was
semi-turgid, yet already nearly a foot long despite not being fully
engorged, and was as thick around as her forearm.  Precum dripped from the
tip.  "That..." Charelle murmured, her eyes wide with fascination, "that's
not a prick.  That's a dick!  A big dick!"

   Aldric blushed proudly, and stammered something that sounded like a
thanks.  Charelle didn't notice, utterly entranced by her playmate's huge
cock, and ran her fingers lightly along the shaft.  She giggled in
startlement as it twitched in response, and a groan of pleasure guttered in
his throat.  She felt her bald elvish pussy quivering and moistening as she
played with her slave's huge young cock.

   Her left hand joined her right on his shaft, and she fondled and stroked
his meat almost reverently, as it rose and swelled, increasing in girth and
length till it was a foot long.  His low moans were a heavenly chorus to
her perked elf-ears, and the nipples stemming her small chest grew harder
and harder.  "Charelle..." he panted, and the breathless sound thrilled her
heart and sent shivers tingling up her spine.

   She was jacking him off now, fascinated by the intense paroxysms of
ecstasy contorting his face, and then his cock was lurching madly, ripping
itself out of her soft young hands as he jizzed.  Hot fat ropes of cum
squirted out in thick jets directly into her face.  The sensation was so
fantastically hot and intimate, that Charelle's fresh teen cunt juiced,
clutching on emptiness and aching for her slave's cock, as he covered her
in his cockslop.

   Her hands clenched his huge cock, gripping spastically in the throes of
her pleasure, her eyes squinting shut and her mouth hanging open, as he
spurted more and more jizz on her face and into her mouth.  The exquisite
taste and heat of his gooey thickness on her tongue heightened her
pleasure, and she was still gasping long after his cock stopped flinging
his massive load.

   Aldric's eyes were partially glazed, his mouth hanging partly open,
panting for breath.  Charelle was a vision of loveliness, her eyes closed
as aftershocks shivered through her small elfin body.  Her hands still
gripped his thick long shaft possessively, which still throbbed and pulsed
in her hold.  A final tingle passed through her, and she opened her eyes,
her vision searching vacantly around the room for a moment before fixing on
him.  "Wow!" she breathed.  She was glowing with bliss, and was completely
sopped in his spunk.

   Thick layers coated her face and oozed down the front of her blouse. 
Her hair was liberally blanketed, hardly a blonde strand to be seen as the
tangled locks dripped thick globs of it.  "That was...  amazing, Charelle,"
he managed to say, mostly coherently, and she giggled, flushed with
pleasure, before suddenly realizing what a mess she was.

   "Wow, I need to take a bath," she said.  "Come scrub me down." Typically
her handmaidens did that for her, but Aldric had served in their place
plenty of times over the years.  Tonight it seemed to take on a new
meaning, as he longed to see her nude form more than he ever had before.

   Time suddenly crashed back down on him as he saw the clock.  "Oh shit!"
he said.  "It's my turn to take dinner to the harem!"

   "Stupid harem," Charelle grumbled, loath to let Aldric go, but there was
no malice in her words, and she grinned at him.  "See you later!" she
waved. "Ring the bell for my maids!"

   He nodded, grinning somewhat stupidly at her with his own afterglow, and
rang the bell as he left, having stuffed his huge cock back into his pants.
The bulge was still prominently sticking out, for he was no less hard -
even hornier in fact, eagerly hoping for Charelle to jack him off again.

   A merry giggle sounded from beside him as he hurried to the kitchen.  He
turned to the side, but no one was there.  Then, from his other side, the
lovely young voice he knew so well chirped, "I saw what you did!"

   He blushed to see Tia, floating inches above the ground alongside him,
easily keeping pace with him.  Her long red-gold hair flew in waves behind
her, almost as long as she was tall, and her red dress was garlanded at the
waist with pearly blossoms.  Her eyes were lapis lazuli, glimmering
sapphires speckled with drops of gold, and her mouth was a plump pink
rosebud.  Her pointed ears revealed her fay nature.  She appeared to be 18
years old, with a luscious rack, each jug nearly the size of her head, but
hadn't aged at all in the eighteen years that Aldric had been alive.

   He'd seen her and spoken to her since as early as he could remember, his
constant companion, but as he'd told Charelle, she was clearly too shy to
let anyone else see her.  "What?" he said as innocently as he could.

   "Don't lie to me," Tia giggled.  "You showed her your cock.  And you
shot your cum alllllll over her." It was almost absurd to hear such a sweet
face frame such lewd words, and in such a sweet voice, but it didn't help
Aldric's bulge to hide at all.

   He flushed, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers.  She ran her
fingers lightly across that prominent bulge.  "You have a beautiful cock,"
she said, and this time her voice was solemn, as their eyes met.

   "Aldric!" The voice of the chef calling his name snapped him out of his
trance, and he turned to see the older portly gent gesticulating at him
with a culinopic multi-tool.  "The food's been hot for two minutes, get a
leg up on it!"

   "Coming!" Aldric said, and turned back to Tia.  But the sprite was gone.
That was her way; she appeared and disappeared.  He sighed, no small amount
of hoarse lust in the sound, and took the covered platter of food from the
chef over the kitchen counter.

   In the Nexus Empire, with fantastical magitech and unlimited replicated
resources, the most gourmet foods could be generated nearly instantly and
delivered by mass-produced technokinetic teledrones in moments.  But in
such a society, true wealth - and more importantly, STATUS - was gained
through the accumulation of NON-repped riches.  Thus, the Grand
Merchantress Sopha had valuable slaves, such as Aldric, instead of only
cyberclones and teledrones (though she had plenty of those too), and hired
a master chef to prepare food manually.

   The slaves had rotating duties, and today it was the 18 year old lad's
job to hand-deliver the tray of food to Sopha's harem of women.  As Aldric
carefully bore the platter down the hallways of the compound, he looked
around for Tia, but the fay spirit did not show herself again.  When he
reached the odah, he announced his presence with a smart knock, and the
door whooshed open with a hiss of hydraulics.

   Sopha wasn't currently here, being busy with her merchandising, but the
dozen females who served as her personal concubines were always in
residence.  Their accommodations were luxurious, with incense perfuming the
air, steam fogging the vision from a hot spring, and luscious silks and
blooming plants everywhere.

   The concubines themselves were in various states of undress, wearing
silks and jewelries that were designed to show off their attributes rather
than to conceal them.  Although magitech could easily sculpt bodies into
perfect beauty, these women were all naturally gorgeous - another mark of
status for the Grand Merchantress.  They were also slaves, highly valuable
non-repped servants that brought Sopha as much status and prestige as they
brought her pleasure in the nights.

   "Hi Aldric!" one lovely alien girl greeted him brightly.

   "About time," another girl grumbled, but smiled to take the sting out of
her words.

   "Sorry," he said, willing his cock to stop throbbing as his eyes roved
across the luscious flesh on display.  "I was, uh, with Charelle."

   "You two are cute together, you know that?" another concubine teased
him, and he flushed, much to the laughter of the various girls.

   "Good gods, what do you have in your pants, kid?"

   "Is that his cock?"

   "No way, it's too big.  No one has a cock that big."

   "Not unless he used sculpting magitech."

   "Why don't you show us?" one concubine grinned mischievously at the
young man.  His face was bright red, but his treacherous cock was throbbing
hard, bulging from his crotch.  All the concubines were looking at him now,
or rather at his trouser bulge, and their expressions were both mischievous
and lascivious.

   His cock kept jerking and twitching at the thought of showing itself to
all these lovely mostly-nude ladies, but his hands fumbled at the hem of
his trousers uncertainly.  A young woman took matters into her own hands,
quite literally, and yanked his pants down.

   His huge cock leapt out at her so suddenly it smacked her in the face,
leaving a smear of precum all along her shocked visage.

   "Holy devils!"

   "Godqueen's tits!"

   "Stars and kings!"

   Various expletives and exclamations greeted the revelation of his
enormous foot-long shlong, standing tall and proud in a curved pillar of
cockmeat.  Precum flowed liberally down his shaft.  The concubines spent
several minutes ooh'ing and aah'ing over it, and teasing him mercilessly.
Finally, they dismissed him so they could start eating, as Sopha would be
done with her day's business soon, and her harem would need to be ready for
her.

   So Aldric found himself ushered out with a raging foot-long boner
protruding out from the crotch of his trousers.  His face was flushed, and
sweat ran down his back; his body was primed and ready for fucking, but he
had no outlet.

   He hurried back to his small room, next to Charelle's chamber, where his
playmate's handmaidens would still be giving her a bath.  She wouldn't mind
him attending her at her bath of course, but he needed to get off, and
Charelle couldn't very well jack him off while her maids were around. 
Okay, actually she could; he was her slave, or her sister's slave at any
rate, and could do anything she liked with him.  But she was too shy to be
intimate with him in front of anyone else.

   So he went into his own room, ready to jack off.  He was only aware of
his intense need to stroke his own humongous meat until he spewed jizz.  He
threw off his shirt and dropped his pants-

   "Those girls teased you something awful, didn't they?"

   The voice shocked him, and he turned to see Tia, lying on her stomach in
mid-air, elbows propping her face up and her knees bent back to kick in the
air.  Her eyes were shamelessly wandering his leanly muscular frame and his
thick long boner with intrigue in her expression.

   "Tia!" he sputtered, trying to cover himself.  A doomed venture, as his
cock was longer than his forearm, and his hands weren't up to the task of
concealing it.

   "Aw," she pouted.  "Don't want to show me?  You didn't have any problem
showing Charelle.  Or Sopha's concubines."

   He blushed.  "Sorry." He let his hands fall away, heat flushing his
whole body as he stood fully nude in front of the fay sprite.  With every
twitch of his huge dick, splurts of precum flung erratically through the
air.

   "That's more like it," she nodded approvingly.  She drifted through the
air to him, and ran her fingers lightly along the underside of his shaft,
wresting a guttural groan from his throat.  "Your cock is...  amazing."

   Young pride filled him at those words, but he was smarter than that. 
"You act like a young girl," he said, his voice hoarse with desire, "but
you're a lot older than you look.  Surely you've...  you know.  Done it
before."

   Her face became very solemn, and her eyes suddenly seemed to be
bottomless wells of infinity.  "I am very old," she agreed.  "I have seen
wonderful things, fantastic things, incredible things.  And I have seen
terrible things, and horrible things.  But," she went on, "I have never
once lain with a man, nor...  felt a desire to."

   She met his gaze, their faces inches apart, and suddenly she
seemed...almost vulnerable.  "But you make me feel young again, Aldric. 
You make me feel like a little girl, just by being around." He could feel
her hot breath upon his face, and suddenly that small distance between them
was gone, her lips pressed needily into his.  This wasn't a brief peck, the
kind he and Charelle often shared; this was a deep soulful kiss, hot with
desire and deep with love.

   Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her and gathered her small hot
body to him.  Her dress was gone, though he knew she'd been wearing it but
a moment ago, and he felt her ripe round tits smooshing into his chest, her
hard nubbins scraping erotically on his muscled pecs.  She purred
kittenishly as his unsure hands explored her shoulders, her back, and her
lovely teen ass, and he gained confidence as he fondled her, eliciting
murmurs of harsh delight from her throat as they made out.

   His enormous erection was trapped between their torsos, precum bubbling
out and smearing the underside of her jugs with a liberal coating.  He felt
the moist heat of her bald cunt rubbing on his shaft, just above his balls,
and she moaned, grinding her sensitive mound upon him.

   "Make love to me, Aldric," she whispered to him in a breathy murmur. 
"Claim your manhood by claiming me.  Make me yours.  I never belonged to
anyone before, but I want to belong to you!" Aldric's heart soared within
him, and he knew she loved him.  She always had, but now it seemed so
obvious to him.

   And he loved her.  He didn't know how he had never realized it before
now.  He loved her deeply, and hotly.  His heart was thundering within him,
a beast roaring with primal delight as his passions were unleashed, an
alpha male coming of age, ready to fuck all the females of his pack.

   He wasn't sure if she pushed him, or he pulled her, but they wound up on
his bed, she writhing atop him as they made out passionately, her tongue
tracing his mouth till his lips began sucking on the wet pink tip.  "Mmmm!"
she murmured euphorically, and began frenching him, as his hands massaged
her cute round buttocks.  His fingers found her puffy pussy, which anointed
his questing digits with her dew, and Tia cried out in bliss.

   She pulled away, sitting up atop him, and he got a full view for the
first time of her nude beauty.  Her gorgeous round tits were heaving with
desire, and her red-gold hair framed her body like a flaming aura.  Her
skin was flushed with pleasure, and she stood up on her haunches, allowing
his huge shaft to come up between her legs, and then lowered herself.  His
bloated knob touched on her cunt, and their mutual groan reverberated
through them.

   Then her bald pussy lips were parting around him, and his shaft sank
into her tight hot wet velvet sleeve.  Their backs arched simultaneously,
delight erupting from their throats, and Tia began riding him, bucking up
and down atop his massive cockmast, until she had hilted him inside her,
his obese churning nuts squelching into her ass cheeks.

   "Oooohhhhh, Alllldriiiic..." she moaned breathlessly, looking like a sex
goddess atop him, her body glistening with sweat, and then he began driving
his hips up into hers as she rode him like a stallion, the young man and
girl fucking madly, virgin beasts in rut.  His cock pounded into her
luscious fucktunnel again and again with lewd wet slaps of flesh on flesh,
as her tits jiggled enticingly with every frantic bounce.

   Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth dropped open, her
tongue hanging out, lost in bliss as his cock thrust deep inside her fresh
teen pussy over and over and over.  Her luscious body finally locked up,
her cunt spasming madly on his fuckpole, and a ululating howl exploded from
her throat as she cummed, hard, her tremendous virginal orgasm ripping
through her in tidal waves of rapture.

   Her convulsively milking pussy, wrapped around his cock as she creamed,
was too much for the young man, and he bellowed in his deepening tenor as
his nuts clenched, and he erupted spunk inside her.  Geysers of jizz
exploded almost directly into her womb, overflowing within her fertile
babybearing core, drowning her eggs in potent slop.

   Aldric's cock was insatiable, his load practically unending now that he
was ensconced in a tight fresh wet pussy.  Gobs and gobs and gobs of his
babymaking cum erupted ceaselessly inside Tia's womb, and the girl could
not stop cumming herself, feeling his climactic ecstasy pulsing and
lurching and spewing within her horny cunt.

   But finally they were exhausted, and she collapsed atop him, his big
cock still buried inside her hot, sopping cunt.  She twitched, aftershocks
of orgasm ripping through her as he wrapped his leanly muscular arms around
her, and she lay her head on his chest, her cheek resting on his pecs. 
"Tia..." he groaned, his voice thick with passion.

   She was unable to speak, gasping incoherently for breath, and every
throb of his oozing cock inside her twat sent more shudders of delight
rippling through her young frame.  After several long minutes, the sprite
finally managed to say, "Aldric.  I...  wow.  Aldric!" She just repeated
his name over and over, practically worshipfully, a tone which astounded
and gratified him.  Volumes of love and emotion were poured out in that
endless litany of his name, murmured again and again as she panted,
pressing sweet kisses to his sweaty chest and shoulders.

   "I love you, Tia," he said, and she raised her face from sucking a
hickey on his neck.

   "I know," she panted, and moaned again as his twitching cock sent
another aftershock tingling through her.  "I love you.  I never thought I
would ever...  but I do now.  You.  I love you." Her eyes were dreamy and
slightly unfocused, but then she fixed her gaze on him, her tone becoming
serious.  "You need to fuck every girl who will have you.  Which is
probably every girl you'll ever meet," she tittered.

   Aldric flushed, but his cock lurched eagerly inside her.  "Why?" he
managed to ask.

   Her pussy tightened possessively on his cock, her hot teen body
shivering with pleasure in his grasp, and she cupped his face with her soft
hand.  "Because there is thunder in your soul," she whispered, her breath
hot on his face, and her voice fervent.  "You bring light and wonder to
everyone."

   "I'm just a slave," he said.

   "And I'm just a young girl," she said.

   "No, you're not," he countered.

   "Exactly!" she giggled, and smothered his reply in kisses.

   After another makeout session, they were content to lay there,
snuggling, locked in intimate embrace, a lad becoming a man and the young
girl who loved him, who had just surrendered their virginity to each other.

   It was deep in the night when Aldric realized he had drifted off to
sleep, and he only realized that when he started awake at the ringing of
his chamber doorbell.  He started again as he noticed he was alone - Tia
had left him - but he pulled on his trousers as he opened his door.

   It was another slave, an older woman.  "The Grand Merchantress wants
you, lad," she said, her kindly voice laced with the urgency of an
important personage waiting.

   "She does?  Why?" Aldric gasped, confused.  He rarely saw the elf woman,
and never interacted with her.

   "Zalrion knows," the older slave shrugged.  "But she does.  Best hop to
it.  Put on a shirt now, dear, and look smart."

   Aldric threw on his shirt and ran his fingers through his curly hair to
sort out the sweaty tangles from the heat of his virginal fucking, and
hustled through the compound.  He hadn't been told where to meet Sopha, but
it was obvious: her audience chamber.  That was where she conducted all her
business, both personal and commercial.  He approached the door and raised
his hand to knock, but he was preempted by the whoosh of hydraulics sliding
the door aside for him, and he entered.

   At 32 years of age, the Grand Merchantress Sopha was an incredible
prodigy and success.  She had made her first million reqs (requisition
credits) before she was ten, and now was among the wealthiest people in the
Nexus Empire.  Despite being 32, she still looked like a girl in her early
twenties, for elves aged more slowly than humans.

   It was late into the night, so she had probably just come from her harem
- in fact, Aldric was surprised she wasn't still there - but looked as
clean and proper as could be.  She'd probably had some glitteract nanodust
to clean off the sweat and juices from her lesbian orgy, and of course she
could rep outfits directly onto her body; she never wore the same clothes
twice, in fact.

   He stood at the foot of the slightly raised dais, quietly and patiently
as was proper, on which Sopha sat in her highbacked chair.  The young woman
had her fingers steepled, and roved her eyes up and down his frame. 
"Remove your pants," she ordered.

   Aldric gaped, but obedience to his mistress was ingrained into him, so
he obeyed immediately, pulling down the hem and letting it fall to his
ankles.  His shlong dangled between his legs, girthy and long despite being
flaccid.  It twitched sporadically, for he couldn't deny the excitement of
showing his huge cock to his pretty mistress.

   Sopha made no reaction, but he recognized the look in her eyes, the same
look that had been in Charelle and Tia's eyes when they beheld his large
dick.  Hunger, and lust, and desire.  "Scan," she said, and a spherical
teledrone only slightly bigger than Aldric's fist whirred for a moment as a
projector on its surface painted Aldric momentarily with grids of light.

   "No enhancement of any nature," the teledrone reported in its mechanical
voice.

   Sopha raised her eyebrow, highly intrigued.  "Is this size...  normal,
for humans?"

   "I don't know," Aldric shrugged, "I've never--"

   The Grand Merchantress raised her hand to silence him, and he belatedly
realized that she hadn't been addressing him.  The teledrone answered,
consulting the intergalactic datalinks, "No.  Human norm is half his size
or less."

   Sopha nodded, satisfied - although the hunger in her eyes was clearly
only whetted.  "Report to the odah," she instructed the young man.  "That
is your new home now.  You are my concubine."

   Aldric gaped again.  That was an incredible promotion, for Sopha valued
her concubines far above any of her other possessions and slaves.  But...
"What about Charelle?" he asked daringly.

   "You are still my little sister's playmate," Sopha said.  "But you live
with my other concubines, and you must attend to me every night."

   "Yes, mistress," he bowed his head, and left after pulling up his pants.
He returned to the odah, and promptly sprouted another boner in his pants
as he beheld the sweaty musky concubines with whom Sopha had been having
lesbian sex all night.  Now he was going to live among this succulent
female flesh!

   "Hey, Aldric," a girl greeted him lasciviously, and the other concubines
giggled, eyeing his boner as hungrily as Sopha had.

   "You told her about my dick," Aldric said.  It wasn't a question.  The
concubines giggled and nodded.

   "Welcome to the harem!" another woman said cheerily.  "You'll...  fit...
right in." Aldric blushed and the other girls laughed lustily.  "We just
need to prepare you."

   With that, the girls all descended on him.  He was stripped completely
of his clothes; Sopha expected her concubines to be naked at all times, to
show off their non-enhanced attractiveness, and Aldric flushed as the girls
explained this to him, his cock rising and engorging into an incredible
pillar of meaty lust.  They oiled up his whole body, including his cock,
which lurched, flinging precum everywhere, and added a small gold hoop to
each of his earlobes, joining the silver and bronze hoops already there, to
signify his rank as one of Sopha's most valuable slaves.  No piercings were
required, due to nano-phase magitech.

   A flexible golden cockring, purely for decorative purposes, was placed
around his thick base, and a bracelet studded with gems was put upon his
upper arm.  Jeweled bracers adorned his wrists and ankles.  More nanophase
studs, constructed of sparkling diamond, were put in his nipples.  A
jeweled golden collar around his neck completed his new ensemble.

   When they were done, Aldric's cock was a raging red mast of desire, and
the girls tittered.  "Time to take this baby for a ride," one said, and
bent down before him, slurping his thick cockknob into her mouth.  Aldric
cried aloud with pleasure, arching his head back as she sucked vigorously
on him.  Precum practically splurted into her throat with each erratic
throb of his cock, and she impaled her throat upon his thick length,
forcing his bulbous cockhead into the tight swallow of her throat.

   Aldric's face twisted into intense paroxysms of ecstasy as she deep
throated him, her lips clamped around the thick base of his shaft.  Drool
leaked from her mouth to dribble down his bloated nuts, and he tossed his
head back and forth with the euphoria of his first blowjob.  Another
concubine sat next to him and pulled him into a kiss with her, making out
with him and tangling tongues, muffling his moans.  A third girl sat on his
other side, reaching down to cup his balls with one hand as she suckled a
hickey onto his neck, leaving a match for the one Tia had left there
earlier.

   Another concubine directed Aldric's young arms around the two girls next
to him as the first one blew him vigorously, suckling and slurping
greedily. His hands wandered across hot soft female flesh, somewhat
clumsily, but enticing pleasurable shivers from them.  Other concubines
joined them, three more eating out the pussies of the three girls who were
interacting directly with Aldric.  All around him, girls lezzed each other
out, a chorus of soft heated moans and breathy cries making his cock throb
even harder inside the first girl's mouth and throat.

   With a loud yell into the mouth of the concubine who was kissing him, he
spunked, unloading his nuts deep inside the girl's throat.  His full, heavy
ballsacks clenched and released over and over, as voluminous geysers of cum
jetted into her stomach.  The sensation of his massive young cock, pulsing
his potent seed inside her, set the concubine off into climactic spasms of
ecstasy, her body quivering with delight as her hairless pussy juiced
wildly.

   It was several glorious minutes that Aldric cummed and cummed inside the
girl's throat.  The other concubines were impressed - and became all the
lustier for it.  When the girl finally pulled off his cock with a wet
'gluh!' of ravished satisfaction - strands of drool and cum connecting his
huge dick to her lips - another girl took her place, spearing her sopping
wet virgin cunt on him.

   Aldric's awareness dissolved into a haze of sweat and sex and raunchy
pleasure, as the girls fucked him in every way imaginable.  They sucked him
dry, he fucked their faces, they rode his cock, he pounded their asses.  He
deflowered every single one at their insistence, cumming time and again,
for several minutes every time.  Orgasms wracked all the girls as his
humongous cock hammered inside them, and Aldric lost all sense of
embarrassment as primal bliss overtook him in the throes of the reverse
gangbang.

   Sopha wanted her new concubine good and ready for her, and the rest of
her harem did just that.  When next the Grand Merchantress came into her
odah, Aldric was oiled up and sweaty, reeking of sex, his cock a gigantic
rock hard pillar of meat, sending shivers of delighted anticipation through
the young elf woman.

   She had her female concubines strip her, baring her smooth mound and her
small pear shaped tits to the young man, who licked his lips hungrily at
the sight.  Then she sat on her cushioned chair and spread her legs.  "Fuck
me, slave.  Show me the love of a human." Aldric obeyed, gripping her
thighs in his small hands and sliding his enormous log into her soaked hot
soft silken cunt.

   Sopha cried out in bliss, arching her back as Aldric's fat long shlong
sent thunderbolts of rapture shocking through her.  His dick plumbed the
depths of her pussy, touching off pleasure spots she hadn't even known she
possessed, and once he bottomed out, his massive balls squelching lewdly
into her fresh virgin ass...then he began really fucking her.  The other
concubines had fucked away his restraint, so he had no problem pounding his
horny mistress into a screaming puddle of pure ecstasy.

   The elf woman clutched him to her as he reamed her, his face buried in
her neck just above her succulent tits, creaming frenziedly.  Her pussy
clutched and spasmed needily on him, until he burst, his giant cock gushing
young human jizz deep inside her horny elven womb.

   All night long he fucked her, and fucked her other concubines, and
fucked her some more, till they were all collapsed in heaps of senseless
bliss.  Lying on cushions, Aldric sweated and gasped, surrounded by
beautiful young woman who were passed out with pleasure, their various
orifices drooling his cum.  Several of them clutched him in their sleep,
and his cock twitched, still hard even after hours of nonstop fucking.

   "I bet you could get used to this," Tia's giggle announced her as the
teen-seeming fay spirit appeared from behind a marble pillar.

   Aldric blushed, but only a little, grinning at her somewhat proudly. 
Although the apparently eighteen old girl was clothed once more, his cock
returned to a raging hard mast as he gazed upon her.  Tia licked her cute
plush lips at the sight, clearly desiring him still, but only floated over
to him, caressing his cheek with her small hot hand.  Aldric nuzzled his
face into her hand.  He was unable to return the caress, his arms pinned
beneath the shoulders of two concubines that were nestled into his sides.

   "I still want you, Tia," he said softly, and the girl practically glowed
to hear him say it.

   "I know," she said softly.  "I have something to tell you, my love."

   "What is it?" he asked, looking into her gorgeous, lapis lazuli eyes.

   She put her other hand to her tummy.  "You're going to be a daddy."

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