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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 2 -- Elf Princess
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg oral fellatio anal 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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   Before her young eyes, the man and the goddess lay entwined.  His hips
pistoned into hers, and with lewd slaps, his massive sausage pummeled
inside her stretched, wet hole.  The human was a veritable god, but was no
deity she recognized - but she recognized Ehlneria, elven goddess of peace,
whose wild yells of obscene delight filled the clearing before the fluted
pillars of a shrine.
   Her large, round boobs, perfectly formed, rubbed needily into the
man-god's torso, hard wet nipples scraping along his muscles, their mingled
sweat lubricating the slide of flesh against flesh.  "OOOOGGGHHHHHH!" the
goddess screamed, her body seizing up as the man hilted inside her bald
reddened pussy.  His roar overwhelmed hers, and the watching girl could see
the pulsing from his obese nuts up into Ehlneria's lush cleft.
   Juices poured from the divine cunt, soaking the clover beneath their
bodies, and then sticky white cream joined them...
   Silariel gasped awake.  Her young, nude body was slick with perspiration
and tangled in her silken sheets.  Her long golden locks were plastered to
her face, and heat flushed her skin a rosy pink.  Moisture between her legs
stained the bedding, and her small pink nipples were almost unbearably
stiff.
   She lay there gasping for long moments as the morning sunshine streamed
in, her limbs shaky with weakness.  But at last, she got up, staggering
slightly as she did so, and washed herself.  The young priestess cleaned
herself thoroughly, but her nipples remained hard, and her skin flushed...
and no matter how many times she scrubbed her pussy, more moisture dribbled
out in response to the touch of the satin cloth against her sensitive puffy
lips.  She shuddered with innocent pleasure at the touch, but at last gave
up, and clad herself in the gown of transparent gauze all priestesses of
Ehlneria wore.
   As Silariel stepped outside her chambers, the head of the temple, an
ancient elven woman who looked barely older than Silariel, came up to greet
her.  "Good morning--" She stopped, staring at the young girl with shrewd,
astute eyes.  "What is it, Princess?"
   The young elf gulped and managed to say, "I have had a vision from the
goddess!"
   Silariel had been born the youngest of seven princesses, and all agreed
she was the fairest.  Her skin was fair and creamy, with rosy blush
highlighting her cheeks.  Finely pointed ears adorned the sides of her
head, peeking out from bouncing rolls of golden hair that fell to her knees
in a silken waterfall.  Her eyes were large and childlike, a color that
shimmered from sapphire to amethyst and back again.  She was slight, even
more so than most elves, being still so young, but had small perky tits
jutting from her chest.
   At her birth, a reclusive oracle - the withered crone known only as the
Hag - had appeared, prophesying that Silariel was to be set aside by the
command of the goddess of peace herself; and so the youngest and fairest of
the elven princesses was given to the temple.
   So now, with the blessing of the temple and the well wishes of her
sisters, Silariel set out alone on pilgrimage to follow her vision.  The
shrine in her dream was the well known if secluded shrine honoring
Ehlneria, where the elven clans had long ago signed the treaty that had
ended centuries of internecine warefare.
   A few days later, her bare feet padding softly through the dewy grass,
clad only in the gauzy transparent silks of a priestess and the royal tiara
of her station, Silariel arrived at the shrine, sunlight streaming through
the canopy of ancient trees above it.  The songs of birds echoed through
the glade, harmonizing with the gentle music of wind through the fluted
pillars.
   And she saw him.  His musk drifted over to her, and her nostrils flared,
her skin heating, her nipples hardening as they had before.  She did not
know him, but Brand Stormheart turned, tossing away an apple core and
rising to his feet.  The princess gasped as he towered over her.  He was...
"Perfect," she breathed, and he smirked at her.  His bronzed muscles
rippled in the sunlight, and his fur loincloth did not conceal the massive
slab of meat dangling below his knees, fully as large as an elephant's
trunk.
   He was as rugged and handsome and large as a titan, one of the old gods,
and heat flared between her thighs.  Brand had a clear view of her bald
puffy pussy and hardened nipples through her transparent dress, and licked
his lips in anticipation.  He strode over to her, leering as he recognized
the innocent lust within her, and seized her by the waist, effortlessly
lifting her up with one broad hand.  She gasped, stiffening with the thrill
of being handled by this man-god, and then lost her breath as he pressed
his lips into her soft, plump mouth.
   "Mmmmmgnnnghhh!" she moaned with the obscene delight of virgin youth. 
His hot, musky breath anointed her face, and she instinctively cupped his
cheeks in her tiny hands.  He was bulky and hairy and sweaty and so very
human - yet despite her elven nature, she was drawn to him as his stubble
scraped against her delicately soft face.
   Her breath exploded from her in a sharp gasp as he pulled away, and then
her world was spinning as he turned her upside down in his one-handed
grasp. With his other hand he pulled away his loincloth, giving her a clear
view of the rock-hard tower of manmeat rising towards her, the incredibly
thick shaft a deep angry red lined with fat, twisting veins as dark purple
as his enormous cockhead.
   Her indigo eyes went wide, then rolled back as he yanked her down,
plunging his bulbous cockknob between her sweet virgin lips.  A fantastic
scream of virgin rapture caught in her throat as his cockhead slammed
against the back of her mouth, and she convulsed as a thick rope of gunky
precum spurted directly into her throat, her very first orgasm wracking her
frame.  Brand groaned bestially as her entire young body vibrated around
the top of his pole, then pulled her down hard, bucking his hips up as he
did so.
   His cockhead plugged up her throat and pushed down her fucktunnel - her
throat was so very tight that his tremendous log strained to stuff her. 
But his strength and lust were overwhelming, and Silariel deliriously
heaved her weight down as best as she could, wanting - no, needing - more
of this delicious babymaker inside her little virgin form.
   Deeper, deeper, inside her mouthtwat he plunged, impaling her throat on
his mammoth shaft.  Juices leaked in copious rivulets from the elf's pussy,
dribbling down her tummy as he jacked off with her entire body as his
personal fucktoy.  His gigantic churning balls slammed upward into her
hard-nippled chest as her nose was crushed into his sweaty pubic curls.
   "Mmmmgnnnghhhnnn!" Silariel moaned like a little cockwhore as he hilted
himself completely inside her young body.  His massive dick was nearly as
big as she was, yet he packed it completely inside her, bulging out her
throat and torso in a clear outline that pulsed and throbbed with every
lurch of his veiny cock.
   Silariel thrashed, spastic with the sheer wanton delight coursing
through her, but Brand pulled her off his titanic cock, his head popping
free of her throat, releasing a soft, sharp gasp of disappointment from
her. She panted, tongue hanging out, thick strands of drool connecting her
lips to his meaty shaft.  "Moooorrreeee..." she begged, clutching at his
cock weakly with her hands.
   Brand quirked his brow smugly at her, and deposited her on the soft
grass, upon her chest.  Pleasure spiked through her overstimulated body as
her pebbly nipples pressed into the ground.  The shadow of the
Titan-blooded's massive manhood fell over her body as he knelt behind her.
His cock gleamed with the thick viscous layers of the virgin elf girl's
slobber, and thus lubricated, he positioned his cockknob up against her
winking pucker, beneath the transparent silken skirt of her priestess gown.
   Silariel shuddered in lusty anticipation, need firing through her body,
and bucked her hips back up at him, desperately trying to sink him into her
as her juices trickled out to the grass.  Brand's cockhead was as large as
one of her buttocks, and the very thought of taking in this god's lust
engulfed her body in heat.
   Then Brand slammed his cock into her tiny virgin asshole.  Silariel's
back arched, and she shrieked as wantonly as only a horny virgin could as
his cock reamed her rosebud wide open.  Brand grunted and groaned, almost
bestially, as he pushed in, sinking his drool-slathered dick within her
tight hot walls as Silariel thrashed around the spear impaling her.
   With his thick broad hands, he pinned her wrists, bracing her against
his thrusting hips as he pummeled his fat sausage into her puckered
asshole. The princess' tiara lay askew atop her head, her hair flying
wildly about as she convulsed, crying out with enthusiastic delight as he
filled her fuckhole.  Brand pulled back slightly and Silariel whimpered
with needy lust as her asshole was partially emptied.  She pushed her
buttocks back and up, straining against the meaty shaft plugging up her
cocksleeve hole, which ached to be filled.  But he was too large - she
didn't have the strength.
   Then Brand drove forward in a fantastically powerful slam, and
Silariel's breath blew out of her in a frenzied gasp as his balls squelched
into her inner thighs.  "OOOOOOOGGHNNNNGGHNNNGHGHHNNNNNN!" The elf girl's
scream was a paean of utter ecstasy as his entire mammoth dick slammed
inside her horny hole, splitting her cocksleeve asshole wide open as orgasm
after orgasm crashed through her slim little form.  Brand's roar then
overwhelmed hers as his obese cantaloupe-sized nuts clenched, and thick
geysers of his phenomenally potent jizz pulsed inside the depths of her
ass, filling her body with the incredible heat of his seed.
   Silariel's little body seized up as a climax greater than all the ones
before shattered her senses, her entire young form clutching hard around
Brand's massive, splurting fucktool.  Brand's guttural groans caught in his
throat at the incredibly tight milking sensation, and his bloated cum
factories swelled with even more cum as jizz shot into the holy princess'
rosebud with all the force of a thunderbolt.
   The Titan-blooded's lust was so great, so overpowering, that even the
elf girl's hungry little fuckhole couldn't contain him, and spunk poured
out of her asshole around his titanic slab of veiny man-beef.  But at last,
after many long minutes, Brand was satisfied, and the last thick rope of
his cockslop spunked into her as she fell limp, panting harshly.  Her
overwhelming lust weakened her, but her need was so great that she managed
to pull her head up with panting gasps to stare at him worshipfully.
   "Please," she moaned breathily, "let me...  bear you dau...  daughters."
She fell silent, panting for breath as aftershocks rippled through her. 
The purpose for which Ehlneria had set her aside was clear to her now, and
even had the goddess commanded her otherwise, she couldn't leave him.  She
wanted him to breed her, over and over and over again, bearing this titan
many many daughters, more fucktoys for him to use as playthings for his
insatiable lust.
   "Sisters..." the princess then managed to pant adoringly.  "I have
six... sisters.  Never touched...  by a man..." All she could think of was
serving her master's desires.
   Brand's breathing was hot and harsh in her ear as he knelt over her. 
"Good little breeder.  Now I'm going to fuck your womb, and bloat you with
cock and cum and babies." Silariel shuddered orgasmically at the very
thought, and Brand pulled out of her well-fucked asshole, which dripped
with cum as he rolled her over, revealing her bald pussy, reddened and
puffy and soaked, overstimulated with sensation.  Despite the lust that
weakened her limbs, she humped her little hips up at him desperately,
moaning with need.
   "Master," she moaned in a breathy whisper of absolute adoration, and
then her delighted shrieks rose through the air as Brand began pummeling
her virgin fucksleeve cunny.
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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.
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