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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 1 -- Succubus
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg g1st oral fellatio impreg piv fant ped size 1st g1st cons
SUMMARY: Through his adventures, an incredibly masculine fantasy hero
builds a harem of beautiful, lusty, devoted young girls.  Written for
Haqqenstache on Hentai Foundry.
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   The lonely tower of the otherwise-ruined fortress of Kzarchzel loomed
into the moonless sky, a barely visible silhouette against the stars
forming the sign of the Virgin.  The Three Sisters, a cabal of powerful
witches, rarely admitted anyone to their sanctum in the tower-top, and it
was said that a man had never crossed their threshold.
   Until the Northman came.
   Now, hours later, as the Virgin's constellation peaked in the sky and
the witching hour was struck, the three comely witches lay gasping and
moaning upon the stone tiles of the top floor.  Their flowing witch's silks
were ripped asunder, baring full, ripe boobs slathered in thick coatings of
seed, and more potent cum drooled from their lush, gaping honeypots.
   They twitched in the aftershocks of their pleasure, magnificently
ravished beyond thought, their cherries popped, when before they had only
known the touch of a girl's hand or tongue.  As their heads lolled, their
minds were blanked of everything except overwhelming adoration for their
new master, and in soft gasps they moaned his name.
   Brand Stormheart, the Titan-Blooded, the Man o' the North, stood before
the dimly flickering candles marking out a mystic circle, glorious in his
resplendently masculine nudity.  The witches had prescribed much
incantation and ritual for the summoning, but they hadn't objected to
Brand's...  alternative method.
   At the stroke of midnight, steam hissed from nowhere within the bounds
of the candle-scribed circle, and as suddenly as a heartbeat, a girl was
there, called from the hells below to the pervasive scent of air stained by
sex and sweat.  She was a succubus, a young one, never touched.  Her flesh
was pale as the moon, her long curls black as the void between stars, and
her irises glimmered a crimson indigo beneath the two small horns curling
from her temples.
   Her tits, large apples stemmed by rapidly hardening light pink nipples,
heaved as she beheld the spectacle before her, and the tail that protruded
from her lower spine twitched with lusty need.  The Northman towered over
her, huger than any demon she knew of, nearly twice her height if not more.
His shoulders were incredibly broad, and his body rippled with corded
muscle slicked with sweat.
   But what Azaelle noticed above all else - what her dewy, rapidly
moistening, hairless slit noticed - was the magnificent scepter protruding
from between his legs.  A flush colored her pale cheeks, and she bit her
lip as her heart fluttered within her, before her mouth hung open slightly,
panting.  Then she blinked, and smiled sultrily at him.  The first man upon
whose soul she would feed - and what a man!  She reached out instinctively
to touch it, her young virgin hands quickened by desire, but was repelled
by the mystic bounds of the circle.
   Azaelle pouted, her plump fuck-me lips moist but her throat dry with
lust.  But the Northman flexed his cock, and in a ripple of muscle that
pumped its way up its incredible length, thick gooey splurts of clear
precum shot from his cockknob to drench her.
   The succubus gasped, as the hot sticky nectar sizzled into her heated
flesh and mussed her silken hair into wet tangles, but she had no time to
react, as Brand Stormheart stepped into the circle, breaching its wards. 
She had the barest glimpse of his tremendous form hulking over her before
his gigantic cockhead forced its way into her mouth, pumping more sticky
pre into the back of her throat.
   Shivers of ecstasy wracked her body as the demoness tasted his potency,
and her moans gargled on the precum in her throat.  Her full, lush lips
were stretched into thin pink lines around the magnificence of his girth.
His titanic dick was fully as big around as a jug of nestleberry mead, and
dark purple veins as thick as her thumb pulsed along his length.
   Azaelle pushed her head forward, eager to swallow more of this foolhardy
man's soul-essence, but Brand met her with a bucking of his hips, and the
young succubus' groan of delirious lust caught in her throat as his fat log
slammed inside her mouthtwat, bulging out her little neck obscenely.
   Trapped, her groan vibrated along the Northman's fuckpole, and he
shuddered with pleasure as she lavished him with her drool.  Then she began
sucking, milking him with her throatcunt, and his massive fists clenched
and unclenched spastically as she gurgled down more of his precum.
   Within her mouth, her tongue flicked around his member, the tip peeking
out between her lips and his cock as she guzzled on his thick meat, moaning
at the musky taste of the sweaty, already juice-stained dick as she
desperately pulled on him with suckling lips, begging him to come further
into her.
   Brand needed little urging, and he seized her head, broad fingers
tangling in her silky jet-black hair, and pulled her forward onto his cock
even as he thrust his hips forward.  His fucktool packed all the way into
her throatcunt with a powerful slam, and Azaelle screamed in rapture as she
creamed.  Her cries were trapped in her throat, yet her moans thrummed
along his pole as she thrashed, virgin juices dripping from her cleft and
soaking her inner thighs.
   Her nose was mashed into his musky pubic curls, and her entire world was
dominated by the scent and taste and feel of him as her mind blanked,
shattered by orgasm after orgasm.  In the throes of her passion, her throat
clutched on his massive cockmeat, and he groaned, toes curling, as he
exploded fat gobs of cum directly into her tummy.  Load after load of jizz
erupted inside Azaelle, and she scrabbled weakly at his obese, hairy
ballsacks, which dangled like ripe, low-hanging fruit, feeling the powerful
cum churn within them.
   The Northman pummeled the little succubus' throat all the while as he
spunked, the bloated cantaloupes that were his cum factories slamming into
her cock-swollen throat as he relentlessly pounded his titanic piledriver
inside her slutty fuckhole.  Her throat bulged even more with each rope of
cum pulsing along his length into her belly, and she could feel his mighty
heartbeat thundering in her ears with every throbbing jet.
   Her tail lashed against the stone floor with audible thumps, her entire
body given to the pleasure of swallowing his seed and milking his cock for
more.  Her salacious tongue slurped upon his thick shaft, and Brand grunted
bestially at the lusty tightness of her mouthtwat as a puddle of cream
formed in their feet where Azaelle's wild juicing had dribbled down her
legs.
   But at last Brand emptied his balls inside her, and stood there gasping.
His long dark curls were plastered to the sides of his head with sweat, and
he clutched the young virgin succubus' head to his crotch as aftershocks
twitched through him.  "Mmmmnnggnnfnffnnnghhh," the succubus moaned around
his still throbbing girth, delightedly guzzling down the last thick
droplets of cockslop oozing from his cumslit.
   Then Brand tugged her off his massive cock, groaning as her throatcunt
swallowed upon him, eager to suckle more of his cum.  But his strength was
overwhelming and with a lewd pop, his cockknob sprang free of her throat,
linked to her mouth by thick salacious strings of slobber and jizz.
   "Gggglllluuuuhhhhh!" Azaelle's head lolled around for long moments, and
her small hand rested upon her slightly cum-swollen belly.  She stared at
him with glazed eyes full of worship, her mouth hung open and drooling
strands of cum.
   "I cannot..." She could not take his essence, it was all too much, too
powerful, too wonderfully masculine and powerful, and another spasm of
delight wracked her little body.  "...wait to...  to feast on your... 
soul." She said the words, but all she could think of was that magnificent
babymaker skewering her virgin pussy and filling her with more of that
overpowering fucksauce.  Weak with desperate need and decadent pleasure,
she half-lay, half-fell back upon the stone floor.  Spreading her legs, she
bared her bald white cunny to him, the lips thick and puffy, glistening
with her dew.
   Brand smirked and knelt before her, hitching up her inner thighs by
bracing his knees into them, and his massive cock fell across her torso. 
Azaelle shuddered with another ripple of pleasure as the throbbing weight
plunked atop her, the shaft stemming from his crotch at her pussy, pulsing
between her full, generous titflesh, to end in the bulbous cockhead
smearing cum into her face.  She kneaded her boobs into the sides of his
thick veiny slab of cockmeat, but despite the size of her mounds, she
couldn't envelop the enormous shaft in their embrace.
   The Northman favored her with a grinning leer.  "You like that, don't
you, little slut?" He pulled his hips back, and Azaelle cried out in soft
moans as his dick pulled slowly back along her tummy.  Then he pushed
forward again, this time letting his apple-sized cockknob press into her
soaked virgin slit.
   "Give it...  to me..." Azaelle gasped, her young body overwhelmed with
the heat of desire.  Her juices trickled all over his cockknob, as she
sought to bear down.
   Brand leaned over her, pinning her wrists to brace himself, and ripples
of soft liquid euphoria rolled through the demoness as she felt his massive
strength.  Then he rammed forward, sinking his cockhead into her little
cunny.
   Azaelle screamed her ecstasy, her back arching as the obscene cries of a
young little succubus in heat filled the room.  She writhed in Brand's
grip, desperately humping her hips back up against him, wanting him to use
her fuckhole as a plaything for his own pleasure!
   Brand groaned, a deep baritone of lewd lust, and pushed further inside.
She was so, so tight, but so amazingly wet that her girlhood slurped him
inside her eagerly.  Her body twisted and coiled beneath him in the throes
of her uncontrollable rapture, thrashing around his throbbing meat as he
pummeled his fat cock deep inside her horny virgin cunt.
   "Oooohhhhhh!" Azaelle moaned as his massive manmeat hilted inside her,
filling her to the brim as the outline of his dick bulged through her
tummy. She wrapped her lithe little legs around as much of the giant
warrior's waist as she could, squeezing desperately, urging him on as her
head tossed this way and that.  She panted sweet delicious heat onto his
hairy muscular chest, her nostrils flaring with the powerful virility of
his musk as he jackhammered his veiny piston into her pussy with a force
that shuddered through their joined bodies again and again.
   The succubus' lusty cry was broken into a series of staccato screams by
each slamming, squelching thrust.  Then with a mighty heaving crash of
sweaty, leathery ballsacks against reddened, juicy pussy, the Northman's
bloated cockhead popped through her cervix.  Azaelle's spike of ecstasy was
a breathless gasp as her mouth worked soundlessly, her orgasmic scream
locked in her throat.
   Her entire body convulsed in the throes of a powerful orgasm as clear
sticky juices dripped from her pussy, soaking Brand's nuts and pubic curls.
Her silken pussy clenched frantically around his godlike fuckrod as the
flared ridge of his cock crown caught on her cervix, locking him into place
right where he belonged: fucking a young maiden's fertile womb.
   Brand let out an ear-splitting roar as he burst thick creamy torrents of
spunk directly into her hungry womb.  The chiseled muscles of his
sweat-slicked abs heaved into Azaelle's succulent young boobs, and the
scream trapped in her throat tore its way out as she felt the utter
strength and power of this man, this titan, dominating her.
   But he didn't let up, rutting her relentlessly and slamming his spurting
cock home.  His cockknob plugged up her cervix, not letting a single drop
of his potent seed escape her womb, even he pumped more and more into her
horny breeding fuckhole.  With each thrust, he pounded his massive, jizzing
dick into her womb, its incredible size stretching her cum receptacle,
preparing it for the many daughters his seed would sire on her.
   She shrieked in obscene harmony with his deep lusty growls, her tummy
distending slightly with the cum he pumped into her, and the bulging
outline of his huge manhood.  His inexhaustible soul essence, the unending
strength of his masculinity, poured into her with each fat gooey rope of
spunk that pulsed from his apple-sized cockhead, and it overwhelmed her. 
Her mind was blanked, beyond all thought except the driving need to be
fucked by this titan.  Climax after climax wrenched her small young form,
her body seizing up around his cock, turning her into a incredibly tight
cocksleeve just for him to unload his balls into.
   With a final thumping slap of their pelvic bones, Brand's back arched
and his toes curled as he anchored himself deep inside her, a full foot of
his elephant cock inside her womb as he emptied his balls inside her.  The
last jets of his jizz geysered into her, and at last his cum factories were
spent.
   "Man," Azaelle sobbed weakly with joy as aftershocks of pure pleasure
rippled through her body, her silken cockglove twitching convulsively
around his gigantic member.  "I...  I must..." He had taken her, and she
was his, forever, a spunkhole breeder for him and him alone; she craved
nothing but his powerful form hulking over her as he heaved his incredible
cock into any hole he pleased!
   "I am Brand Stormheart," his sensuous, grumbling baritone shuddered
deliciously through her limp body.  "But you may call me Master."
   "Master," Azaelle moaned, "Let me stay with you.  Forever.  I'm a
breeding spunkdumpster for your cum pump, please...!" She gyrated her hips
against his, panting lustily as she fucked herself on his still-turgescent
pole, eager to please him and wring every last oozing drop of jizz from his
cock.
   Brand leered at her, and with salacious squelches of his cock into her
womb, sloshing with cum, he began reaming her all over again.
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   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
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