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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 7 of 11 - Labyrinth
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st piv impreg cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Aldric undertakes his final trial as an apprentice.  Set in the
Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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AGE: 24
"Hadrial, what did I tell you about not hexing your sisters?" The little
4 year old pixie's mind was filled with the gentle reproof of her father
speaking telepathically to her, and she blushed, flitting beside his ear to

whisper into it.

   "I'm sorry, Daddy," she mumbled softly, and flitted away, leaving a thin
trail of pixie dust glittering in the air.  She felt her daddy's loving
smile in her mind, then Shaitresse said something to her; the little girl
hugged her mother, who still looked all of 18 years old.

   "Is this a bad time?" Charelle said on the holo-link with a wry smile.
Despite being 24, she also still looked 18 years old.  Elves and pixies
both aged slower than humans.

   Aldric shook his head, sending showers of Hadrial's pixie dust
everywhere, as his three year old twin faun daughters ran past him,
screeching in delight as they chased 5 year old Nilsannae.  "Hyper
awareness spell, made permanent.  I can multitask like nobody's business.
You were saying?"

   Charelle chuckled.  "Oh, you know me, just more complaining about the
artificers."

   He frowned.  "I'm sorry they're holding you back, Charelle."

   One of his faun twins by Mazelth - the one with his dark hair and her
dark skin, rather than his light skin and her blonde hair, like her twin -
came up to her daddy's side, hugging his leg as he stroked her silky
toddler locks.  "Hey, Mama!" she waved a pudgy hand happily at Charelle,
who beamed, before running back off.  All of Aldric's many daughters -
which numbered in the hundreds of thousands now, thanks to his global
impregnation of Oberon's fairies a few years ago - referred to all of his
lovers as 'Mama' or some variant thereof, as they were all sisters who
loved each other.

   "Well, they're holding you back, too, aren't they?" Charelle countered.
"You're the most accomplished mage there, other than maybe two or three of
the Lord Mages, and they still haven't sent you to the Labyrinth."

   He shrugged.  "But I enjoy my time here, learning about magic.  They
teach me anything about magic I want to know.  It's not like they're
withholding secrets from me, like with you."

   Charelle's frustration returned full force.  "I've mastered every craft
of artifice they've given me, and more besides!  Why won't they induct me
into the replication rituals?  That's the mark of a true imperial
artificer, being entrusted with the secret of the Foundries!"

   "I know," he sympathized, but added reasonably, "but you know they wait
at least two decades before that sort of induction, right?" Charelle
grumbled, and an idea occurred to him.  "Hey, what if you could reinvent
replication yourself?  That would definitely show them!"

   Charelle looked at him, aghast.  "People throughout history have tried
creating such magitech before.  Only the Nexus Empire's first Prime
Techarcanist ever succeeded.  The odds of duplicating that magitech on my
own are astronomical!"

   "You're smart enough to do it," he said confidently.  "I know you are."

   Her face broke out into a happy grin.  "I love you, Aldric."

   "I love you too," he said, and blew her a kiss.

   "I'm gonna start researching right now!" she said enthusiastically and
signed off.

   It was perfect timing, because Mazelth - his faun baby mama, who also
still looked 18 years old - returned from her magical studies then, and was
horny as could be.  Aldric dismissed his daughters to the other chambers of
his suite - on the outside it was as small as any apprentice's room; but
due to tesseract magic enacted by 'Rae and himself, it was luxuriously
spacious within - and the blonde, dark-skinned faun girl whooped in
orgasmic delight as she rode his massive cock.

   At 24, Aldric was a paragon of masculinity.  He was over 6 feet tall,
and chiseled with sculpted rippling musculature from head to toe.  His dark
curls spilled to his shoulders now, in luxurious cascades through which his
many lovers delighted in running their fingers.  His cock had topped out at
a full 18 inches long, and was as thick as his muscular forearm, covered in
bulging veins.  None of his incredible physique was artificially produced,
either by magic or by technology; instead it was completely natural.  Some
part of his musculature came from his regular practice of swordmagic, whose
katas were physically demanding, but by and large it was due to his
incredible vitality, the same vitality that had sated the vampire girl who
had sucked him off years ago.  As Tia called it, it was the thunder in his
soul.

   Mazelth's eyes rolled back in her head now as she felt his incredible
cockmeat pulsating inside her.  Aldric bucked his hips up into her cunt as
she hurled herself downward with convulsive force.  Her pussy leaked so
copiously that Aldric's pubic curls, balls, and chiseled abs were soaked in
her fuckhoney.

   She shook with several orgasms, before Aldric rolled themselves over and
began fucking her doggy-style instead.  The faun grunted and shrieked with
animal ecstasy, a bitch in heat as her alpha mate reamed her drenched bald
cunt.  When he finally cummed, his cock surged powerfully inside her and
unleashed a flood of thick hot spunk into her womb.  Pleasure exploded
throughout Mazelth's body, and her limbs collapsed beneath her, as Aldric
pumped splurt after splurt after splurt inside her.

   Then he fucked her still more, finally jizzing a second massive load
within her twat as she passed out from sheer rapture.  He kissed her brow
fondly as she slept, and pulled the blanket over her glistening nude
beauty.

   "I sure hope you're not worn out," a giggle sounded from behind him,
"because I'm horny too!"

   A brilliant grin broke out onto Aldric's face, and he turned to see the
sprite Tia.  Her usual red dress was gone, revealing her gorgeous nudity.
She still appeared to be 18 years old, with those deliciously large
globular tits, but now her tummy was cutely poufed out, as though three or
four months pregnant.  Her nipples dripped milk periodically, and her bald
teen cunt dribbled her moisture down her inner thighs.  Her long red-gold
waves draped sensuously over her body without covering any of her private
beauty.  Aldric thought she was the absolute sexiest creature he'd ever
known, and often told her so.

   He had been puzzled as to why Tia's pregnancy was lasting for so many
years, whereas all the other sprites and fairies on Oberon had all given
birth to his daughters within a single year.  Tia had teased him in a
slightly challenging tone, asking him why he didn't just divine the answer.
He had replied, truthfully, that if it wasn't a secret she wanted to share,
he wouldn't invade her privacy.  So even now he did not know the reason.

   But he did know that he loved her, and she him, and now she flung
herself into his arms, kissing him hungrily as his broad hands held up her
firm bubble butt and lowered her onto his cock.  Tia threw her head back
with delight as his gigantic beast of a cock split her puffy cunt lips
apart, and her hard nipples scraped wetly down his torso as he steadily
pulled her all the way down onto his incredible mast of cock.

   Tia's pussy was by far the wettest and juiciest he had ever fucked, and
she drenched his meaty pillar of manhood as he plumbed her depths, groaning
and grunting blissfully as her body trembled with delight in his arms.  The
pregnant girl began thrashing with her orgasm as he pumped his huge dick up
into her tight little cunt over and over, and shortly thereafter he
bellowed his own triumph, his cock lurching mightily inside her hot
fucktunnel as he dumped his jizz inside her.

   Later, after multiple more orgasms on both their parts, Aldric lay back
on the bed, Tia snuggled into his side and curling her young fingers in his
chest chair.  "I love you, Aldric Thundersoul," she murmured devotedly, as
she so often did.

   "I love you, Tia, mother of my children," he replied.  She raised her
plush mouth for a kiss, and he obliged her, drinking deep of her plump
young lips for several moments.  She purred happily, and he asked, "Why
don't you ever show yourself to anyone but me, Tia?  My baby mamas and
girls would love to meet you."

   Aldric often fucked several of his lovers at once, and they would engage
in lesbian play at the same time.  He knew the other girls would greatly
enjoy Tia's luscious body, but aside from the sexual possibilities, he
wanted them all to know her, and love her as much as he did.

   "Someday," she said quietly in that delightfully sweet voice.  "There is
a time for everything, and the time for my secrets is not yet."

   "Okay," he accepted her answer, and kissed her again.

   "There is also a time for adversity," she added.  "You're going to be
busy." Then she vanished as though she'd never been, just as 'Rae opened
the door.

   "Hey 'Rae!" he greeted her jubilantly.

   She grinned at him.  "Oh good, you're already nude." Her smile faded
though, and she said very seriously, "Make love to me, Aldric."

   He furrowed his brow.  He could glimpse the turmoil in her mind through
their mystic telepathic link.  "What's the matter, 'Rae?"

   "I'll tell you later," she said, coming over to the bed as she magicked
her clothes away, baring her luscious purple flesh to his gaze.  Like the
faun, sprite, pixie, and elf girls whom he loved, 'Rae also had yet to age
very much since she had given birth.  Sometimes it seemed to Aldric as
though humans were the only short-lived race in the nine galaxies, though
of course he knew that was far from true.

   He took her into his arms, and made out with her, and then she lay
beneath him, writhing sensuously and panting his name, while his massive
foot and a half long shaft slicked in and out of her honeyed cunt with
squelchy smacks of their hips.  They cummed together, 'Rae's nails raking
his muscular back as he pumped her pussy full of his jizz, and her toes
curled with the intensity of her passion.

   "Don't stop," she begged afterwards.  "Keep going!" He obeyed, and
fucked her for hours, until finally he fell asleep beside her...

   He was awakened by Elarora - his 5 year old half-elf daughter by
Charelle - shaking his shoulder.  "Daddy, is Mama 'Rae okay?" she asked,
her face the picture of adorable inquisitiveness.

   He sat up and picked up his daughter, cradling her in his arms.  He was
still fully naked, but his daughters saw him naked very regularly, such as
when he was practicing his swordmagic katas.  "What do you mean,
babycakes?" he asked, nuzzling her nose.  Belsarrae was gone, and he cast
his awareness through the telepathic link he shared with her-

   Only to start when he couldn't sense her.  An instant divination,
performed telemystically without gestures or words or talismans, produced
no evidence of her presence either.  His anxiety mounting, he asked
Elarora, "Did you sense something, babycakes?"

   His half elf daughter had been born a very powerful psionic.  Due to her
youth, she wasn't very practiced at keeping other people's thoughts at bay,
nor was she overly polite about respecting others' mental privacy. 
"Uh-huh," she nodded, her blonde curls bobbing about her face.  "When she
left.  She thought like she was scared, and had a picture of a big fancy
building in her mind."

   "Would you let me peek at--" he began, but Elarora had already thrust
the image into her daddy's head.  He gasped in dismay - it was the exterior
edifice of the Labyrinth!  That dungeon was filled with traps and monsters
and sealed vaults of treasure, and it was the final test that awaited every
apprentice on Oberon.

   --Chiron-- He called out to Eldenbrugh's Mage Superior psychically, and
the old centaur replied instantly, as though he'd been waiting for Aldric's
contact.

   --Come thou to me, Aldric-

   He magicked some clothes onto himself, and tesserported to the Lord
Mage, still propping Elarora on his hip.  The centaur was laying out a
tarot.  Aldric glimpsed the Emperor card - which depicted Zalrion himself,
arrayed in royal robes upon the Dragon Throne - and the Old Dragon card -
which, interestingly enough, did not depict a dragon, but rather a
dark-skinned woman with black eyes and flame-red hair.

   He paid no mind to the tarot, however, but blurted, "Chiron, did
Belsarrae go to the Labyrinth?"

   "Aye, Aldric," the centaur said, not looking up from his tarot reading.
"The other Lord Mages and I conferred, and told her it was time for her to
undertake her final trial."

   Of course; that explained why she was so troubled when she'd come to
their suite earlier - and also why he hadn't been able to detect her either
telepathically or divinatorily; the Labyrinth was shielded with hundreds of
phenomenally potent wards.  But why hadn't she told him?  "I have to go
help her!" he said.  "She's smart, but not very powerful."

   "Nay, Aldric," the centaur looked up from the tarot cards to regard him
with wise eyes.  "Thou art not ready for the Labyrinth.  If thou enter it
now, to aid thy lover, but return empty-handed thyself, thou shalt be
expelled from Eldenbrugh."

   Turmoil twisted in Aldric's gut.  He couldn't go against the wise old
centaur's ruling, and if he got expelled for failure, his mistress Sopha
would be most displeased.  "But 'Rae..." he trailed off, not knowing what
to say.

   "If that is all, thou mayst depart," the centaur returned to his tarot
reading.  Confusion and worry flooding his mind, Aldric tesserported back
to his suite.  Mazelth had woken up, and Shaitresse and his other daughters
were busying themselves around the rooms, mostly in various forms of play.

   "What's wrong, Master?" Shaitresse asked him.  His pixie familiar
fluttered over to him.

   Aldric explained to them all what Belsarrae had done, and what Chiron
had told him.  Flutters of surprise and worry surfed across them, and
babbles erupted from his daughters and lovers as they commented all at
once.

   "She'll do fine," Mazelth said comfortingly.  "Chiron thought she was
ready." Nevertheless, she still look worried.  Aldric didn't bother
replying with his thought: nearly a quarter of all the apprentices deemed
ready for the Labyrinth entered and never came out.  He knew the faun girl
was thinking the same thing.

   "Could we get Mama 'Meris to help her?" Nilsannae wondered, speaking of
the Ealoa girl whom he had given demidivinity.  Zemeris had easily passed
her final trial four years ago, and she and her half-Ealoa daughter now
roamed the nine galaxies, though their contact and visits with Aldric were
frequent.  "Or Usura?" The naga wizardess had also passed her final trial,
entering and returning from the Labyrinth last year.  She had incubated her
first clutch of eggs by Aldric afterwards, and so he had become father to
four half-naga girls.

   "Usura would disdain to help someone she perceives as weak," Aldric
shook his head.  He loved the naga girl, as he loved all his baby mamas,
but he was not blind to her faults.  "And Zemeris is currently on a sojourn
to the Xiteen Galedown Pit dimensions.  I won't be able to reach her in
time."

   "Your future self maybe," Mazelth said hopefully.  "In a few years,
whenever you pass your final trial, you can travel back in time to help!"

   Shaitresse interjected, "No, the Labyrinth is heavily warded against
temporal anomalies.  Future Aldric wouldn't be able to come within a
hundred yards of the entrance."

   "Mama 'Rae'll be okay," Elarora said confidently.  "Daddy will save
her!"

   "But Chiron--" Aldric stopped.  His eldest daughter had given a concrete
voice to his determination.  "Yes," he said, "I will.  Expulsion or not."

   "I'm coming with you, master," Shaitresse said, and alit on his
shoulder.

   "Of course," he nodded.  She was his familiar, and would go with him
anywhere, especially when dangerous magic was involved.  He dressed for
battle and girded himself with various talismans, clipping his
double-bladed laser sword Thoraendir to his belt.  Kissing his daughters
and lovers goodbye (save the pixie princess, who was accompanying him), he
tesserported beyond the grounds of Eldenbrugh, into a valley a league away
from the crystal castle.

   The entrance to the Labyrinth was nestled in a nook surrounded by
forested mountains.  Its exterior was a tall ziggurat twice as wide as
Eldenbrugh, but only a third as tall.  Nonetheless, it towered over them as
Aldric walked up to its sealed gate.  Gargoyles were perched everywhere,
leering at them with malevolent eyes.  Rather than find them intimidating
however, Aldric was impressed by the craftsmanship of their sculpture.  A
quick divination revealed that the ziggurat, as well as all the gargoyles
adorning it, had been built ten thousand years ago by talented masons on
the orders of Hyragos, who had been the Nexus Empire's first Grandmaster
Sorcerer, Zalrion's personal court archmage.  The Labyrinth had existed for
over a million years, but Hyragos had built another thousand levels atop
what had existed ten millennia ago, and capped it with the ziggurat.

   "You ready for this, Shaitresse?" he asked his pixie, and she nodded
fervently.  He took a deep breath, and placed his hand on the tall stone
door-

   "Didst thou not mark my words, young Aldric?"

   Aldric felt like he jumped ten feet into the air.  He whirled around to
espy Chiron regarding him with knowing eyes.  He was speechless for several
moments, and the centaur said, "Answer my question."

   Conflict roiled in his gut, but he answered firmly, "I did mark them,
Master Chiron.  But I have chosen to enter anyway.  'Rae needs my help."

   Unexpectedly, Chiron's face broke out into a broad smile.  "Then thou
art indeed ready to enter the Labyrinth." Aldric blinked, and Shaitresse
gasped.  "Thou hast learned to think like a mage, and not like a slave."

   "But...  I am a slave," Aldric said.  When he passed his trial, he would
be recalled back to Susa 4, where Sopha would put his magical talents to
use in her business affairs, while still dallying with him every night as
part of her harem.

   Chiron didn't reply, but merely kept his gaze steady.  Aldric could
sense that the centaur was willing to speak on his behalf, to grant the
young man liberation; the word of Eldenbrugh's Mage Superior carried
significant weight, even against that of the Grand Merchantress Sopha.  But
the lad was too proud to ask for that, and Chiron knew it.

   "Well...here I go." He bowed respectfully to the mage who had trained
him, and Chiron bowed back.  He turned around, and the giant stone doors
opened before him.  With Shaitresse perched on his shoulder, he entered,
and the doors shut with a definitive pound behind him.

   Chiron remained, waiting a few minutes for what he knew would happen,
and finally, the bushes stirred, as another apprentice mage dropped his
invisibility and stormed out.  "What madness is this?!" Gabberdil Noyner
sputtered at the Mage Superior.  "I'm older than that slave, with years
more training - I am ready to enter the Labyrinth too!  Past ready!"

   The centaur shook his shaggy mane.  "Nay, young Noyner, thou art not."

   Gabberdil waved his hand dismissively.  "I get it, I get it.  You're
testing me the same way you tested him.  Saying I'm not ready, when in fact
I am."

   "Thou art in error," Chiron reproved him.  "Aldric needed to learn
decisiveness.  Thou must learn humility."

   "I am a Noyner!" Gabberdil fumed.  "A scion of Grand Lord Meph!  We do
not humble ourselves before horses and slaves!  I'm going in, whether you
approve or not."

   Chiron's reply was mild.  "I will not stand in thy way."

   A sneer curled Gabberdil's lips, and he summoned his various talismans
to him from his chambers in Eldenbrugh.  As they had for Aldric, the great
stone doors opened for him, and shut again behind him.  Chiron remained
outside, waiting.

   Inside, Aldric strode cautiously through winding corridors.  The walls
emitted a dim green light, and statues were everywhere, their eyes glowing
a brighter shade of the same.  The width and height of the corridors varied
dramatically.  Sealed entries appeared on either side of him from time to
time - doors to locked vaults of treasure.

   At every junction of corridors, Aldric performed brief divinations
before choosing a direction.  Although the Labyrinth was well warded from
scrying, it was relatively easy to perform divinations once inside
it...however, each layer had its own shielding, so that Aldric could
currently only scry the top layer, in which he was now.  "I'd rather just
blast the whole place apart," he muttered at the twentieth junction.

   Shaitresse giggled.  "I don't think my mums would appreciate that.  They
helped build the original foundations."

   "Yeah, I know," he sighed.  "And it would destroy Eldenbrugh's most
ancient tradition.  Besides, I don't think I could.  As powerful as I am,
these layers were warded by hundreds of the most powerful mages, fairies,
and titans who ever lived."

   "Someday," the pixie murmured, "you'll be powerful enough to overcome
even their combined spells.  I just know it." Aldric smiled indulgently,
and kept following the corridor.  Abruptly the corridor came out into a
large open chamber.  Walls and domes arched high above, and the walls were
lined with sealed vaults, balconies, and stairwells.

   "Look!" Shaitresse hissed.  Aldric saw immediately what she was looking
at.  Over in the corner beneath an ascending stairwell, a group of
half-daemon trolls were gorging themselves on dead animals.

   "Rae put those animals there," Aldric said, his divinatory senses
confirming his supposition.  "Clever girl."

   "They're gross," Shaitresse made a face, murmuring quietly so as not to
attract the monstrous creatures.  Aldric didn't care; he could easily blast
them off the face of the planet if necessary.  Instead, his gaze was drawn
to a great seal in the center of the chamber, depicting a rune inscribed
atop a wide circular stone tile.

   Going over to it, he prodded it with his magicks, then impressed his
will upon it.  The tile slid aside, revealing a spiral staircase descending
to the second layer of the Labyrinth.  He could sense the traces of 'Rae's
presence, and kept following those.  His lover was determined to prove
herself, and would not be satisfied with a vault from just the first layer,
though that was a perfectly acceptable way to pass the final trial.

   He and Shaitresse passed many monsters and traps that had been disabled
or bypassed by the intelligent mage.  With her limited magical ability, she
had been utilizing her wits and her arcane knowledge to the fullest. 
Aldric began to wonder if she needed his help after all - but his gut told
her that her pride would lead her to bite off more than she could chew.

   It was on the tenth layer, far beneath the surface, that his mystic
awareness resounded with the presence of his alien baby mama.  --Aldric?!--
her voice rang in his mind, as their telepathic link was restored, no
longer blocked by the wards between each layer.  Her voice was half shame,
half relief.

   --I'm here, baby-- he replied telepathically.  --Shaitresse and I both
are-

   He tesserported straight to 'Rae's side; the Labyrinth's wards made
tesserportation within the same layer difficult but not impossible,
especially not for him.  The purple-skinned alien girl was suspended in a
pillar of blue light, immobilized.  "I wasn't able to do it," 'Rae said,
her voice laden with disappointment and shame.  "I went too deep, and got
trapped."

   Aldric's divinatory awareness told him that they were in the antechamber
of a vault.  A strong but simple mystic lock had been unraveled by 'Rae to
enter, and the true entrance to the treasure of this vault lay beyond
another door, this one sealed more fastly.  Tablets floated in the air all
over the antechamber, each marked with a differently colored sigil, all
glowing brightly.  The door to the antechamber bore an inscription that
said, 'Not for every mage, but for every sage'.  Of course, the promise of
knowledge would draw 'Rae like pixies to honey.

   He ran psychic fingers along the magical weave of the wards in this
room. "It's some kind of puzzle," he noted.  He thought he would be able to
either divine the puzzle's solution or else blast through into the warded
vault...but that wouldn't be 'Rae's achievement then, would it?

   "Yes," 'Rae nodded; her head still had free range of motion.  "And I
realized too late, that it's a puzzle that requires at least two people."

   "I keep telling you to get a familiar," Aldric said, keeping his tone
mild.

   "You're right," the girl said softly.  "I just-- I've just been so
determined to do everything on my own, to prove that I'm a real mage!"

   Aldric walked up right to her, and looked her in the eye, their noses
almost touching.  "You've always been a real mage, 'Rae.  And I know you
can solve this puzzle.  I'll be your familiar for this.  Tell me what to
do, and I'll do it."

   'Rae managed a smile.  "I love you, Aldric."

   "I love you too, 'Rae," he kissed her mouth gently, then pulled away. 
'Rae's tone became businesslike, as she directed him from tablet to tablet,
in sequence.  Both the colors and the patterns of the sigils changed as he
interacted with them, and he knew that they were essentially producing the
combination to the mystic lock warding the vault's treasure.  There was an
anti-luck shield on it as well, so that it couldn't be solved with an
extraordinarily lucky guess.

   He had some notion of what the sigils meant, but it was 'Rae's
exhaustive knowledge of each one's meaning and history that guided her
directions.  Finally, all of the colors and patterns on each tablet
matched, save one.  He looked questioningly at her, and she nodded to the
last tablet.  He inscribed the sigil with his finger in the glowing light
emanating from the tablet, and it flashed to match the others.

   "You did it!" he said, and Shaitresse whooped.

   "Nope," his baby mama said, "we're just getting started." The tablets
around them all reset...and now each displayed TWO sigils of differing
colors and patterns.  Aldric groaned, and 'Rae giggled.  Following her
directions once more, he noted that now the pillar of light in which she
was suspended was changing color as well.  When finally the pillar and the
sigils all matched, the tablets reset and displayed three sigils each. 
After that, more tablets appeared; and now some of the tablets had four
sigils, and others had five.

   Finally, all of tablets matched once more.  There was a rumble as the
vault door slid open, and the pillar of light vanished, letting 'Rae drop
nimbly onto her feet.  "You did it!" Aldric congratulated her again, and
her face broke out into the brightest smile he'd ever seen her sport.  They
embraced fiercely.

   "You're amazing, Aldric," she said, and made out with him passionately.

   "Before we all fuck," Shaitresse quipped, "maybe we should retrieve the
treasure and leave the dangerous dungeon?"

   They laughed.  "I wonder what it is!" Belsarrae said excitedly, going
into the vault.  A squeal of glee erupted from her, and Aldric went in
after her to see.  "It's an omni-tome!" she enthused, showing him.  A large
bound book, two feet tall and a foot wide, was ornately covered with arcane
markings.  Its vellum pages opened to reveal blank space, but Aldric knew
that, as an omni-tome, it could display the words of any book anywhere.  It
was the perfect treasure for Belsarrae, who valued books and knowledge
above all else.

   His divinatory awareness prickled, and he said, "Look." He drew her
attention to the very first page, where an inscription was written in an
ancient language.

   To the indigo sage

   I give to thee

   From another age

   All knowledge, all memory

   ~Hyragos, Grandmaster Sorcerer, Ninefold High Archmage

   "It was left here for you, 'Rae," Aldric breathed.  "Hyragos himself
looked into the future and knew you would find it someday, thousands of
years hence." His lover's face was bright and wide with reverence and awe.

   "I couldn't have done it without you, Aldric," she said.

   "Anyone could have followed your directions," he said.  "You're the one
who made it all the way down here by yourself, and who solved the puzzle."

   "Not just anyone could have followed me down here to help," 'Rae
whispered, and stroked his arm.  "Thank you."

   "Don't start celebrating just yet," Shaitresse reminded them.  "Aldric
can't leave until he unlocks a vault too!"

   Belsarrae started in shock, as she suddenly realized the enormous
significance of her baby daddy's presence here.  "You-- Did they tell you
that you were ready for your final trial, too?"

   "Not at first," Aldric admitted.

   "But he was coming down anyway," Shaitresse said proudly, and explained
what had happened.  'Rae's face shone with the evidence of Aldric's clear
love for her, and also with pride in him.  "He would have been ready years
ago, I bet," the pixie princess concluded.

   "Well, duh," 'Rae giggled.  "I always wondered why they hadn't sent you
here long before now.  So...any idea which vault you want to open?"

   "Yes," Aldric nodded firmly.  He had decided a long time ago which vault
he aspired to; he had the most raw power of any mage ever to set foot on
Oberon, and great things were expected of him.  "The very deepest one."

   'Rae nodded thoughtfully.  She didn't seem very surprised.  "It will be
dangerous.  But you can do it."

   "We can do it," he said.  "But you don't have to come with me."

   "Are you kidding?" she rolled her eyes.  "Wild pegasi couldn't keep me
away."

   And so they descended, through the manifold layers of the Labyrinth. 
There were hundreds of layers, and each layer had dozens of levels, all
peppered with monsters, puzzles, and traps.  They successfully faced each
one, passing by vaults whose inscriptions progressively marked greater and
greater treasures.  The challenges increased as well, in number and
difficulty, yet Aldric was able to surmount them with relative ease, so
great was his power and skill.

   Time was meaningless; it could have been hours, or days, that they
descended, but they kept themselves refreshed through magic.  The only
notable point in time was when the architecture of the Labyrinth changed
somewhat between two layers.  "We're in the original fairy maze now," 'Rae
said quietly.  "Thousands and thousands of levels, dug deep into the
foundations of the planet, before Hyragos built a thousand more atop them."

   "My mothers helped to build this place," Shaitresse murmured in awe.

   "Why did they build it?" Aldric asked.  "This was almost a million years
before Eldenbrugh became a magical academy.  They didn't need it for
apprentice trials then."

   "Things they wanted kept safe," Shaitresse shrugged.

   "Either because they were valuable, or dangerous," 'Rae added.  "It
wasn't just fairies who built this place, but many mages and beings of
power.  Even the titans helped...and these were the titans when they were
gods, before they lost their divinity."

   "What could unite so many disparate peoples in a common purpose?" Aldric
mused.  "Only to separate once more after its completion?"

   "Must have been something incredibly valuable," Shaitresse said.  "Or
incredibly dangerous."

   "Or both," 'Rae added.  "No way to know until we get to the bottom, with
all the wards against scrying."

   And so they kept going.  Some vaults were opened already, emptied by the
apprentices of centuries past, but the deeper they got, the fewer emptied
chambers there were.  Belsarrae kept careful count of each layer and each
level, taking great delight in learning about Oberon's secrets.  They were
quite near the very core of the planet itself, entering a new layer, and
Belsarrae announced, "Layer 998."

   "Wow," Shaitresse said, looking around.  This layer seemed demonstrably
older than the one just above it.  "These must be the original vaults. 
Millennia before they added the rest of the Labyrinth on top."

   "Really?" 'Rae perked up with interest.  "They didn't build it all at
once?"

   "No," the pixie princess shook her head.  "The original layer was built
for specific purposes...they only later added the others atop it, both for
added security, and to construct more vaults."

   "What specific purpose?" Aldric asked, and Shaitresse shrugged, not
being privy to her royal mothers' secrets.

   This layer was not a maze at all.  A large spiral staircase descended
from the ceiling (which was the floor of the previous layer) in the center
of an enormous open chamber.  Dozens of vaults lined the walls at various
heights, with walkways along the edges.  Aldric cast his divinations
carefully, inspecting everything with his gaze.

   "There doesn't seem to be any difference between these vaults," he
concluded.  "I mean, they all hold different things, but none seem any more
valuable or dangerous than the rest on this layer."

   "Then pick one whose inscription promises you the treasure you like
most?" Shaitresse suggested.  "They're all leagues more valuable than the
vaults above."

   "Or leagues more dangerous," 'Rae reminded them, and the pixie nodded.

   But that didn't feel right to Aldric.  He bit his lip in thought, and
cast more divinations.  His scryings could not confirm his suspicion, but
something about it resonated within him.  "There's another vault," he
decided.

   "What?  Where?" 'Rae said, looking around.

   "Below us," he said.  "I'm sure of it.  A secret 999th layer, with a
single vault.  The original one, with the greatest treasure that the
titan-gods possessed."

   "How can you know that?" his purple-skinned lover asked.

   "I can't," he said.  "But my gut tells me that's the way of it." He cast
all sorts of new scryings now, the greatest he possessed, and put all his
power into them.  "There," he pointed.  "The hidden entrance to another
layer."

   Tucked into an alcove between two vaults was a great statue formed of
brass.  It was twenty times Aldric's height, and formed into the likeness
of a female titan, one wearing the loose tunics the race affected, but with
a royal cape and crown.  "The Titanqueen," Belsarrae murmured.  "Leader of
the titans when they ruled the universe as gods, and most powerful of them
all.  Do you think she put a treasure here?  In this last hidden vault?"

   "She was killed in the god-titans' downfall," Shaitresse noted.  "But
I'm not sure if that was before or after this place was built."

   "Close to the same time anyway," Aldric said.  He regarded the statue
warily.  It appeared perfectly mundane, even to all his scrying - but that
was just it; it felt TOO mundane.  "Rae, does anything about this statue
seem...off to you?"

   Pursing her lips, 'Rae examined the statue.  "Scuff marks on the floor
by its feet.  Like it moved.  But the marks don't match a dragging motion--
Aldric, this thing is a--"

   As though the statue could overhear them, its eyes flashed a brilliant
orange, and its limbs moved, coming alive.  Eerily, it made no sound, but
brilliant magical power emanated from its hands as it began shooting potent
destructive rays at the intruders.

   "Whoa!" Shaitresse yipped in shock.  Aldric reacted quickly.  He
tessersnatched 'Rae from the statue's side, and conjured a shielding spell
to protect them.  Despite his massive power however, the impact of the
statue-golem's rays shuddered the energy globe surrounding them.

   "The final guardian of the Titanqueen's treasure," Belsarrae said, and
quickly began formulating strategies, looking for weak points in the
golem's structure.

   This thing was powerful though, and Aldric didn't want to waste time
seeking the most efficient way to bypass or disable it.  "Shai," he said.
"I need your juices."

   "Yes, master!" she said, and hopped onto his face.  He dove his tongue
into her succulent tasty bald muff, and she gasped, sprinkling his face
with her girlcum - ever since her pregnancy, it didn't take much to get the
little pixie off, even when faced with a giant golem forged by ancient
deities.

   Aldric magicked away his clothes with the cantrip he'd cast thousands of
times over the past six years, and sprinkled Shaitresse's pixie juices on
his cock, willing it to instant massive erection as he channeled tantric
energy.  His cock splurted out an incredibly massive geyser of jizz, which
glowed and sparkled brightly with the magical detonation he'd imbued it
with.  The torrent smashed the golem clean off its feet into the wall, and
it shattered into dozens of pieces, the lights in its eyes flickering out.
Its remnants were caked in the young man's thick goop.

   "Gods and devils!" Belsarrae swore.  "Aldric, that was an Omega level
golem!  To destroy it so easily..." She trailed off.  Everyone knew how
powerful Aldric was, but it was still always amazing every time his true
magical extent was demonstrated.

   "Did you HAVE to channel the destructive energy through your cum?"
Shaitresse said dryly.  "Don't do that when you're fucking us." They
laughed.

   "Sorry," Aldric said.  "It was just the quickest way to inject as much
raw power into the blast, using my cum."

   "I know," the pixie princess said, and licked his ear fondly.

   "There's the entrance to the 999th layer," 'Rae said, pointing to a seal
in the wall behind the golem.  "You were right, Aldric!" The seal was
warded strongly but simply, and Aldric easily unlocked it, the giant wall
tile sliding aside to admit them.

   The seal opened on a dark shaft leading down into an abyss.  Aldric and
'Rae levitated themselves down, whilst Shaitresse fluttered along beside
them.  The bottom was an enclosed cavern, with magma falls running here and
there down the walls.  A great stone edifice was erected on one side,
sealed with a circular door three times Aldric's height.  Golden light
glimmered from its surface, the only visible sign of the powerful magic
warding it.

   The deepest vault of the Labyrinth.

   "I think..." 'Rae said, her scrying unable to confirm it, "I think we're
in the very center of the planet."

   "You are," a new voice greeted them, and the three lovers started at the
unexpected presence.  A translucent being, flickering with ethereal blue
light, appeared between them and the vault.  It was a tall but slim
humanoid male, with slanted eyes, long braids of hair, and ears longer and
more sharply pointed than an elf's.  His chest was bare, but loose
pantaloons and curled-toe slippers dressed him beneath the waist.

   "You're a djinn!" Shaitresse exclaimed.  Djinni were vanishingly rare; a
great civil war had decimated them during Zalrion's reign ten millennia
ago.

   "The ghost of a djinn!" 'Rae added.

   "Who are you?" Aldric asked.  He could have divined the answer, but
given that this being addressed them in a friendly manner, he did not deem
it polite.

   The ghostly djinn cocked his head, equally aware that Aldric could have
divined it.  "Polite.  I did not expect that of a mage powerful enough to
make it down here.  I am an apprentice of Eldenbrugh.  In life I was called
Hurdulbur, the greatest mage ever to set foot on Oberon."

   "Hurdulbur!" Belsarrae gasped excitedly.  "The only other mage to ever
overload the Telling Runes!" Aldric remembered now; on his very first day
in Eldenbrugh, 'Rae had mentioned the apprentice from two thousand years
ago.

   "You made it all the way down here...and perished.  But you refuse to
give up your task," he said.

   Hurdulbur nodded, but frowned.  "Only 'other' mage to overload the
Telling Runes?" His gaze riveted to Aldric, as if seeing him for the first
time.  Aldric smiled thinly at him and met his gaze.  The ghost nodded. 
"Of course.  I see it now.  But...  your power dwarfs even mine.  How can
that be?"

   "The Godqueen blesses me," Aldric said modestly.

   "Will you help us open this vault?" Shaitresse asked him.

   The djinn roared in laughter.  "I have been unable to open it yet.  And
I have no desire to aid a rival who seeks the same prize.  I will warn you
however...the wards reflect magic back at the caster...lethally."

   "Oh!" 'Rae gasped.  "That's how you...  oh."

   "Indeed." Hurdulbur seemed unconcerned with the fact of his demise. 
"That did not stop me however.  I remained here as a spirit, and kept
trying."

   "Thank you," Aldric inclined his head.  He had already sensed the
lethality of the vault's wards, but had no wish to insult the djinn mage.
"I would not expect your aid of course.  It is my goal to open it of my own
accord.  You will not interfere?"

   "At this point, I'd be happy just to see it opened," Hurdulbur said. 
"Been trying for two thousand years, and I just can't unravel the last few
layers of the spellweave.  And the entire spellweave regenerates anew each
day, so you have the whole thing to unravel."

   "Good," Aldric decided.  "Then it shall be my achievement if I
successfully break it open, rather than taking credit for another's work."

   Hurdulbur squinted ghostly eyes at him.  "Are you an orc?  You seem a
little too tall, and too pale..."

   Belsarrae and Shaitresse guffawed.  "People are always telling Aldric he
thinks like an orc," 'Rae giggled.  "Honor and pride and whatnot.  He does
have a dozen half-orc daughters though, so he definitely fits in with
them."

   "Hmph," Hurdulbur said noncommittally.  "Well, enjoy NOT cracking open
the vault." He smiled thinly at them, and crossed his feet to hover in
mid-air, watching.

   'Rae smiled at him, and turned to examine the wards of the vault. 
"Careful," Shaitresse urged her.  "You don't want any of that mystic
blowback."

   "I am being careful," 'Rae said.  "I'm just using some detections to
make out the general shape of it...oh.  That's odd.  It's...  Well, I don't
know how to say it, but I can't--"

   "Anti-logic charm," Hurdulbur supplied helpfully.  "Every layer I've
unraveled has one.  Whoever built this thing wanted to make damn sure only
an extremely powerful mage could open it, and not just an extremely clever
one."

   'Rae pouted, and Aldric smiled, kissing her nose fondly.  "That's okay,
'Rae.  This needs to be my achievement anyway."

   "Whatever you say, Mister Orc," she teased him.

   He laughed, and turned to face the vault.  He took a deep breath. 
"Shai, keep me sprinkled with pixie dust while I concentrate, please."

   "Yes, master," she said, and hovered over him to obey.  Her pixie dust
glittered all over his hair, and would aid him with her innate magical and
tantric energies.

   "Master?" Hurdulbur raised an eyebrow.  "I've never heard of anyone
having a fairy familiar."

   'Rae laughed and told him the story, as Aldric concentrated.  He
stretched out with his mystic senses, and to his eyes, the golden light
glimmering atop the vault door exploded into layers upon layers of tightly
woven ley strands, an impenetrable bulwark of spells and magic that
protected the first and deepest vault of the Labyrinth.

   And one by one, he unraveled the strands of the spellweave.  Although it
required intense concentration, and wasn't easy per se, it was nonetheless
not overly difficult, so great was his innate power.  Hurdulbur watched in
awe as layer after layer was taken down before his eyes.  "He's not just
more powerful than me," he admitted with some reluctance to Belsarrae,
"he's more skilled too.  I never took my training as seriously as I should
have, instead relying too much on my raw magical might."

   "It's that orclike pride of his," 'Rae noted.  Despite her own weakness
in magical energy, she was more than proficient enough to SEE all the magic
at work, and was just as impressed as the ghostly djinn, despite being used
to her lover's power.  "He'll be a Ninefold High Archmage one day, mark my
words."

   Hours passed, and Aldric stood stock still as he wove magic with his
mind.  His crotch bulged obscenely with his erection, for he was channeling
tantric witchery as well, to aid his efforts.  Wall after wall of invisible
magical shielding crumbled before his spellwork, and still there were
always more walls behind them.  Occasionally he had to pause, and consider
his next 'move' carefully, but always he started again, and always the
layers of spellweave unraveled.

   "Godqueen's tits," Hurdulbur swore.  "He's going through them all in
less than a day.  It took me a month just to get through the first dozen
layers of the ward." 'Rae smiled, proud of the young man she loved.

   And finally, there was only one more layer to the impossibly thin
spellweave atop the vault door.  Aldric paused again, his mystic vision
regarding the final weave searchingly.

   "This is the one that always stumps me," Hurdulbur confided to
Belsarrae. "The last one.  Two thousand years and I still haven't cracked
it." He leaned forward, eager to see whether or not the young could break
it.

   Twelve more hours passed, as Aldric mentally tugged and pulled lightly
at the strands of the last layer's spellweave.  With agonizing slowness,
the incredibly powerful bastion of the ward came gradually undone...and at
last the golden glimmer of the vault died, leaving the door dark and
mundane.

   "You did it!" Belsarrae and Shaitresse shrieked in delight, and
Hurdulbur seemed at a loss for words, only able to mutter shocked
obscenities over and over.  Sweating, Aldric grinned triumphantly at the
vault door, but still seemed wary as he raised his hand to press it against
the door.  Electric magic flickered around his palm as he did so, and he
pulled back.

   "Aldric!" 'Rae gasped in concern.  "Are you okay?"

   "I'm fine," he said, showing her his uninjured hand.  "It's not
harmful."

   "Another shield?" Hurdulbur frowned doubtfully at the mundane-looking
door.

   "Anti-magic shell," Belsarrae realized.

   "Right," Aldric confirmed.

   "That makes no bloody sense," the djinn spat.  "Why make a ward that
only a mage can get through, and then add one only a non-mage can get
through?"

   "These vaults weren't originally constructed as tests for apprentices,"
Shaitresse reminded him.  "They were for keeps."

   'Rae looked thoughtfully at Shaitresse.  "You said your mothers helped
build the place.  Would they be okay with us opening this vault?"

   "The Eldest told Hyragos that anyone worthy enough to open a vault was
worthy enough to have what lay within," Shaitresse said.  "Or else this
whole tradition of the apprentice's final trial would have never started."

   "Then I guess we're stuck," Hurdulbur scowled.  "We're none of us
non-mages here."

   "I'm not a mage," Shaitresse said brightly.

   The ghost scowled again, this time at the pixie, who giggled
uproariously.  "You know what I mean.  You're still a magical creature."

   "I recognize that look," 'Rae said to Aldric.  "You've got something in
mind."

   "Yup," he smiled at her, and her heart melted as it always did.

   "I love you, Aldric," she said fondly, wiping away the sweat from his
brow.

   "I love you too, 'Rae," he said, and kissed her.  Then he drew his
double-bladed laser sword, Thoraendir, and activated its twin lengths.  He
held the hilt with both his hands, one atop the other, and his eyes glowed
as he channeled his magic.  One of his hands began charging up with energy,
and the laser blade beside it began glowing as well, as it was infused with
Aldric's incredible might.  The other hand didn't glow at all, and its
blade dimmed.  The first hand and blade grew blinding in their glow-

   And then Aldric thrust the dim blade into the vault door.  There was a
hiss as energy met stone, but no crackling anti-magic.  The lad steadily
cut the door open around its edge, channeling all his magic away from the
cutting blade, so that the anti-magic seal would not prevent his opening
the vault.

   There was a final rumble, and the great door tumbled out onto him. 
Aldric had a powerful shield on him however, and the door split into two
halves around him.  The glow in his eyes and hand faded, and he
extinguished Thoraendir's blades, hooking it back to his belt.  "My lady,"
he offered his arm to 'Rae, and she giggled, taking it, as Shaitresse sat
on his shoulder.

   "Clever," Hurdulbur admitted.  "But you can't go in there.  The
anti-magic shell still permeates the interior."

   "I'm very weak magically," Belsarrae pointed out.  "It'll just
temporarily strip me of my ability while I'm inside."

   "And as long as I'm with Aldric, he's all the magic I need," Shaitresse
added.

   "Even an anti-magic shell can't strip me of my own magic," Aldric
finished confidently.  Hurdulbur just gaped at them, but he couldn't deny
the incredible prowess Aldric had shown today.  The young man really did
seem to be capable of the impossible.

   "Well, that's bloody bollocks for me then," the ghost sighed.  "I'll
just watch from out here."

   So the three lovers strode inside the vault.  'Rae gasped as she felt
her innate magic temporarily suppressed.  Even though her raw magic was
weak, she hadn't realized how much it aided her senses, and felt dulled and
murky without it.  The darkness flickered into lights, from crystal lamps
floating around the chamber, revealing the contents of the deepest and most
protected vault of Oberon.

   A girl.

   In the center of the vault chamber, a short teenage girl was floating,
suspended in a pillar of light much like the one that had trapped Belsarrae
earlier.  She was humanoid, with bold red skin covered in glimmering golden
tracings and tattooed sigils all over her nude body.e She appeared to be
about 18 years old, with small tits and a bald cunt.  She had no hair on
her head save for a pure-white topknot sprouting from the very top of her
scalp, and flowing down past her bare buttocks.

   Naturally, Aldric's boner returned full-force.  "Who is she?" he asked,
his voice hoarse.  She appeared to be insensible, in suspended animation
and unaware of time or her surroundings.

   "Look," Belsarrae pointed to an inscription, on a tablet floating in
front of the pillar.  She read from it.  "The White Thirst, Titanoclast,
Devourer of Gods." She paused.

   "What does that mean?" Aldric said curiously.  He supposed he could try
divining that, but the anti-magic shell would make that difficult; plus he
always enjoyed 'Rae's animated explanations whenever she knew something,
which was most of the time.

   "She's a souldrinker!" Hurbulbur realized, calling fearfully from
outside the door.  "Get out of there!  Don't disturb it!"

   "Relax," Shaitresse said.  "She's unconscious, and in an anti-magic
shell."

   "Not just an souldrinker," 'Rae said, touching her chin as she regarded
the apparently helpless young girl with amazement.  "This is the
souldrinker who seduced the Titanqueen and absorbed all her power before
killing her.  The most powerful souldrinker who ever lived.  It took all
the titan-gods together to defeat her, and she slew thousands of them in
the process."

   "She's still just a girl," Aldric said.  "We can't just leave her here."

   "Yes, you can!" Hurdulbur insisted.

   "The Eldest said anyone worthy enough to open a vault is worthy enough
to possess what lay within," Shaitresse said.

   "He couldn't have meant THIS vault," the ghost said.

   "Sure he could," 'Rae pointed out.  "He knew about Aldric ten thousand
years ago."

   "You've MET the Eldest?" Hurdulbur stared.  "This is bloody insane.  A
boy cracks open this vault in a day, and wants to release the souldrinker
inside it.  Of COURSE you've met the Eldest.  Have you taken over the whole
bloody Empire too?"

   "Not yet," Aldric quipped, and his two lovers groaned.

   "There's still the question of how to control her," 'Rae pointed out. 
"All souldrinkers hunger for magical and divine energy.  And this one was
powerful enough to absorb the energy of the most powerful titan-god ever."

   "Aldric's magic sustains me, and revitalized the fairy race," Shaitresse
reminded her.  "Maybe it can sustain her too."

   Aldric wasn't sure exactly how this would work, but he knew in his heart
that he was going to release this stunningly beautiful girl, and succor her
while somehow not letting her run amok.  He forestalled any further
discussion by reaching out a hand to press the controls next to the
floating inscription.  The pillar of light dimmed, and the young girl fell
out of the air, landing nimbly on her feet as she became conscious once
more.

   "--destroy you all!" she screamed at them, as if picking up in the
middle of a tirade.  Likely she had been in the middle of one, Aldric
supposed, as the ancient titans and fairies were imprisoning her.  The girl
abruptly realized that she was no longer surrounded by her many jailers,
and was instead faced only by three youngsters.  "Who are you?" she
demanded, taking up a defensive posture.  She was graceful and lean, with
the coiled power of a dire panther in her limbs.

   "I'm Aldric," he smiled at her, and introduced his lovers.  "There's an
entire labyrinth over this vault now, and I came down here and released
you. What's your name?"

   "I am Khoraina of the White Thirst," she said haughtily, but stopped
short, licking her lips as she looked at the young man - clearly she could
see the incredible magic he was radiating, even in the anti-magic shell, a
feat which should be impossible for him.  "Let me...  reward you for
rescuing me," she changed her tone to a sultry one.

   "She just wants to devour your magical essence!" Hurdulbur warned, and
Khoraina scowled.

   Aldric interjected, "From what I've read, souldrinkers have an honor
code dictated by the strongest, right?" Beside him, Belsarrae opened her
mouth, as if to launch into the whole explanation, but had enough sense to
close it again, waiting for the young souldrinker's reply.

   "Yes," Khoraina narrowed her eyes at him, looking all the lovelier for
it.  Her nipples were hard little pebbles, and her bald pussy was leaking
fuckhoney down her inner thighs; powerful magic and other astral energies
made souldrinkers libidinous, and being around someone as strong as Aldric
was making her unbearably horny.  "What of it?"

   "Then I challenge you," he said mildly.  "If you are indeed stronger
than me, you shall win, and devour my soul.  But if I prove the stronger,
you will pledge yourself to me."

   "Fool!" Hurdulbur hissed.  "Only non-mages have ever overcome
souldrinkers before."

   "Or armies of mages and titans," Belsarrae pointed out, not very
helpfully.

   "Souldrinkers will only pledge a bond to one who bests them in single
confrontation," Aldric pointed out.  "Do you accept, Khoraina?"

   She barked an amused laugh.  "You are a fool, but a bold fool.  I shall
enjoy feasting on your magic!" She strode up to him as he went up to her,
meeting halfway.  He was much taller than her, of course, but she was
graceful and spry, her movement that of an agile and noble predator. 
"Choose your weapon," she said, looking significantly at the blade on his
belt.

   "No weapon," he smirked, and telemystically cast his cantrip to remove
his clothes and belongings, standing fully naked before the equally naked
young souldrinker.  She gasped, but smiled with feral lust.

   "Oh, you ARE a bold one," she said.  "I may just enjoy you even more
than the Titanqueen." She ran her deft little fingers along his chest, and
pleasure guttered in his throat.  His cock sprang to massive steely
attention, but he made no other move.  Khoraina's grin turned to a slight
but utterly adorable frown as she kept running her fingers over his torso.

   "Can't reach my chakric centers?" he smiled mildly at her.  There was
more than magic inside him; there was thunder in his soul, and that kept
his magic firmly anchored to himself, such that even the strongest
souldrinker in history couldn't draw it out.

   "Impossible," Khoraina muttered, running her hands all over his flesh
now, seeking to extract his essence.  "No one can-- what ARE you?" Despite
her clear frustration, her desire was evident; although she couldn't draw
out his power, she could clearly feel it, and it was making her incredibly
horny.

   Then he made his move.  His hands touched her luscious nude young frame
gingerly, with infinite tenderness, caressing every inch of her skin
lovingly.  Khoraina moaned out in pleasure, her breath coming in short
gasping huffs, as she trembled with passion.  She arched her neck back,
tongue lolling from her mouth as his hands drew bliss from her soft hot
skin.

   "I am your lover, and the master of your pledge, if you will honor our
terms," he told her.  "I will sustain you, if you will stay by my side and
stay your feeding from anyone else."

   "You are stronger than me," Khoraina admitted, her voice a harsh pant of
lust, "I am bound to obey you....now take me, dammit, I need you!"

   He took her in his arms then, lifting her up and kissing her
passionately.  Her tongue tangled aggressively with his, their shared moans
filling the vault as he lowered her gently on his massive cock.  Her
dripping teen cooch had never known the touch of a male before, and was
tight as could be, yet parted wetly to admit the gigantic cockmeat she had
always craved.

   She cried out in ecstasy into their kiss as he took her virginity,
stuffing her fresh teen cunt full of his piledriver, until she finally sat
on his massive coconut-sized balls.  She was incoherent, incapable of
conscious thought at this point, utterly stuffed with the phenomenally huge
cock of the most magically powerful creature she'd ever known, and orgasms
ripped through her.

   She trembled violently with ecstasy, her limbs jangling wildly, and he
began yanking her up and down atop his humongous dick.  Her fuckhoney
sprayed everywhere as her shrieks of sharp delight were broken up into
staccato yelps with the force of his fucking up into her as he wanked off
with her virgin body.

   And when he unleashed his flood of jizz inside her, the girl convulsed
with the greatest orgasm of her millennia-long life.  Aldric's seed, imbued
with his incredible magical essence, swelled up into her womb, filling her
with heat and life and power.  Her small chest instantly ballooned into
large round globes of titflesh, larger even than the ones she'd had after
absorbing the Titanqueen's power a million years ago.

   And in the back of her mind, Khoraina of the White Thirst, Titanoclast,
Devourer of Gods, knew she would want nothing more than Aldric's potent
seed for the rest of her immortal days...

   Much later, the great doors of the Labyrinth's ziggurat opened, and
Gabberdil Noyner stumbled out.  He was bloody and severely wounded,
staggering to a crawl along the ground, and the great doors sealed shut
behind him, saving him from whatever lethal fate was grasping at him.  He
had lost all of his talismans, and his finely tailored mage robe was ripped
and torn and drained of its enchantment.  He had left his mechanical
homunculus familiar in the Labyrinth somewhere, smashed under monstrous
feet.

   Chiron was waiting for him.  "Gabberdil Noyner," the old mage said
gruffly, "thou hast returned empty-handed, and therefore thou art expelled
from Oberon.  Thy possessions are already loaded onto your family shuttle
on the moon, and thou art to withdraw there forthwith." In the blink of an
eye Gabberdil's wounds were healed, restored by the centaur's potent
telemysticism, and the young man stood up, gasping with shock and
indignation.

   "You can't do this to me!" he sputtered.  "I'm a Noyner!  I'm the
greatest apprentice you've ever had!"

   "The greatest apprentice I've ever had," Chiron corrected mildly, "is
the guest of honor at a graduation ceremony at Eldenbrugh in an hour.  Thou
shalt be gone by then."

   With much protestation and oaths of impotent vengeance, Gabberdil Noyner
left Oberon in shame, while in the great hall of Eldenbrugh, a threefold
graduation was occurring.  Belsarrae, Aldric, and Hurdulbur were being
instated as full mages of Oberon.  Hurdulbur had contented himself with
opening a vault on the 998th layer after Aldric had cracked Khoraina's
prison, and so was the first ghost to emerge from the Labyrinth and be
inducted into magehood.

   Belsarrae was staying in Eldenbrugh, having been offered a position as
tutor, which she eagerly accepted, while Aldric was returning to Susa 4. 
But he would not be returning alone - his familiar Shaitresse, his bonded
souldrinker Khoraina, and his daughters Hadrial and Elarora were with him.

   He had one last fuck with 'Rae, Mazelth and the other tantric witches
and several sprites before leaving, and they promised to come visit him as
often as they could.  Aldric of course would be required by Sopha to remain
by her side, but Charelle had convinced her older sister to allow her
favorite slave free carnal access to his many lovers.

   And so, six years after arriving, Aldric left the planet of the fairies,
his training complete, but his destiny barely begun...

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