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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 3 -- Dragon Princess
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg oral fellatio piv impreg public ped fant 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 great dragon's red and gold scales sparkled in the sun as he roared
his wrath.  White-hot flames erupted from his jaws, engulfing the one that
dared offend him.  The immolating fire was so hot that even the other
dragons watching the duel shrank away from the ancient champion's fury.
   "Yaz tahden!" A bellow drowned out the roar of flame and blew it out
like a puff of candlelight.  The draconic champion coughed as his own
backdraft blew forcibly back into his mouth as his would-be victim emerged
unscathed from the immolation of dragonbreath.
   Brand the Titan-blooded's expression was one of smug triumph.  His
clothes and all his equipment had been atomized, clearly revealing his
incredible musculature.  His flesh steamed with heat, burnished to a golden
sheen that dazzled the onlookers, and the tips of the hair everywhere on
his body had lightened to blonde.
   But what the gazes of the dragonelles of the clan were drawn to was the
magnificent trunk dangling between his legs.  As thick as a dragontail and
as long as a young dragon's neck, it dwarfed even the hitherto unmatched
size of the champion who ruled the dragon clan.
   Bloody smoke guttered from the champion's throat and he growled at the
Titan-blooded who had wounded him with his shouted incantation.  He swiped
at the godlike man with his talons, but Brand Stormheart caught the claws
with his arm, and twisted back, snapping tendon and bone.
   The draconic champion shrieked in pain and rage.  The massive human's
knees coiled, and he surged upward into the air in a mighty leap that took
him directly over the dragon champion's head, grabbing his two great horns
on his overhead arc and pulling.  With a terrible shriek of tendon and
bone, the dragon's neck twisted horribly as the Northman landed on the
ground, the dragon's head slamming beside him.
   Fire gouted from the thing's mangled throat, but Brand unhesitatingly
stalked up to the great dragon's chest and punched through the scales.  As
his fist disappeared into the champion's chest, flame blasted outward,
enveloping him in destroying heat.
   But Brand appeared unharmed, holding a great shining gem in his fist:
the champion's heart.  As long as a dragon's heart beat, it could never
truly die - and a dragon's heartscales were impenetrable.  The
Titan-blooded Northman merely squeezed his fist, fingers clenching hard
around the glowing jewel.
   Great splintering cracks spiderwebbed all over the heart, and the
champion's death rattle sighed through his torn neck as the heart
shattered, disintegrating into ash.  Gasps rose from among the dragon clan
- and then, as one, they lowered their heads, growling acknowledgement of
the new grand champion.
   Brand towered over their kneeling heeds, smirking down at his new
servants.  "Bring me the prize I have earned," he commanded.  He ignored
the piles of gold and treasure around them; they were paltry next to his
own hoard.  Instead, in response to his words, a very young dragonelle came
up to him through the parted ranks of dragons.
   She was a humanform, this daughter of a dead champion and princess of
dragons, one of that uncommon variety of drake.  Named Tiamatalia, her skin
was a dusky tan, and patches of reddish-pink skin - resembling scales, but
soft as satin - crept up her thighs, upper arms, shouders, and temples. 
Two pairs of cutely small horns peeked from her temples, and her eyes were
yellow with slitted pupils like a cat's.  Her hair was a vivid scarlet, as
bold a red as her dead father's scales had been, falling to her small but
lushly shaped buttocks.
   Ornamentation displayed the dragons' predilection for jewelry and gold.
Her nipples were pierced with golden shields emblazoned with tiny gems.  A
diamond stud adorned her cute lil navel.  Armlets wrapped around her upper
arms, and anklets clinked with dangling gems above her feet.  An
exquisitely fashioned tiara of crystal, emeralds, and gold topped her hair.
Concentric hoops of gold and silver hung from her small young ears.
   Brand ostentatiously ran his eyes up and down her small nude form,
noting the dark pink nipples standing at attention atop large, generous
tits and her plump nether lips, glistening wetly as she beheld the
descendant of Titans before her.  He flexed his cock, and it sprang up into
steely hardness, purple cockveins rippling across his shaft as blood pumped
through them, thick globules of precum as large as cherries dripping from
his monstrous cockhead.
   "Pay homage to your master," he said softly.  His voice was deep and
sensual, and thrummed through the dragon princess' body, wrenching a gasp
of startled pleasure from her as electricity sizzled in her hot, dripping
girl-silk.  Her eyes closed briefly, and she swayed almost drunkenly before
him as the Northman leered triumphantly at her.
   But she recovered soon, and, now eager for more, bounded forward to the
massive, fat fuckrod pointing in a rock-hard pole at her face.  Her little
hands grasped ahold of his cockknob with the clumsiness of innocence, and
Brand groaned gutturally, his cock twitching hard in her hands as a fat
rope of gunky precum plopped hotly upon Tiamatalia's sweet virgin face.
   The draconic princess gasped again as the incredible heat of his wet
lust splattered atop her face, and more ripples of delight shuddered
through her young virgin body.  Her nipples were unbearably stiff, and
moisture dribbled sensuously down her inner thighs.  Her feline eyes gazed
adoringly up at Brand Stormheart, basking in the heat and wetness of his
precum and the vision of his majestic manhood before her, then pressed her
plump sweet lips against his cantaloupe-sized cockknob.
   A grunt of pleasure guttered in the Northman's throat as her soft mouth
kissed the tip of his babymaker.  Need flared through his muscles, and he
seized the sides of her lushly locked head, pulling her onto him as he
drove his hips forward.  Pleasure crackled along Tiamatalia's sensitive
skin at his forceful handling of her, and the heat between her legs became
unbearable.
   Then, as Brand's mammoth cock split apart her puckered lips to pound
against her throat, that overwhelming heat spread through her entire body
in a flash, and ecstasy exploded through her tiny young body as her
virginal orgasm overtook her.  Tiamatalia convulsed, her achingly empty
pussy clutching on emptiness, and in the throes of her delight, she
swallowed on his pushing cockhead, eagerly welcoming him down her throat.
   The Titan-blooded roared triumphantly as he packed his titanic member
into her tight lil throat.  Her mouthcunt was a viselike grip gloved in
wet, molten silk, the hot moisture of her breath attempting vainly to blow
past the fat log stuffing her throat.  Brand pulled back his hips and
pounded forward again, pushing further down her tight throatcunt with each
pummeling thrust.
   Tiamatalia's screams of absolute, delirious rapture were frenzied and
wanton, shrilly piercing the air despite being muffled by the Northman's
majestic dick.  Her lil virgin body hummed like a vibrator around his
fuckpole as climax after climax spiraled through her.  Brand pumped his
hips forward one final time, his feet arching to tiptoe as he buried his
entire fat dong inside the dragon princess' virgin mouthtwat.
   The thick, obscene bulge of his enormous fucktool could be clearly seen
along her throat and torso, the throbbing beat of the bulbous cockknob
visible along her distended tummy.  Thick gunky gobs of slimy precum roped
along his shaft in visible pulses that could be followed along his cock's
outline in her body to fill her tummy.
   Brand grunted, half-drunken with pleasure as his newest virgin cockslut
swallowed his gifts.  He gripped her waist, picking her completely off the
ground - which sent fresh spasms of delicious euphoria thrashing through
her body as she felt his incredible strength handling her effortlessly -
and turned her entire body around his fat fuckpole like a corkscrew.
   Tiamatalia's shriek thrummed up Brand's veiny slab of fat cockmeat,
curling his toes as he reversed her position, so that her pert lil nose was
mashed against the sweaty, leathery flesh of his massive, bloated
ballsacks, and her chin was tickled by his dark, musky pubic curls.  The
draconic princess' legs flailed in mid-air as she writhed, her inner thighs
stained with her own arousal, which permeated the air above to waft to the
Northman's nose.
   Brand knelt to his knees, and Tiamatalia's whole world shook as the
impact flung her all around upon his throbbing spear.  Her moans
reverberated along his entire length like an entire chorus of cock-addicted
cumwhores, and Brand's breath came short, sweat rolling down his back as
pleasure sizzled along his muscular, flame-burnished flesh.  He lay
forward, depositing the young little girl on her back, and gripped her
ankles to brace himself.
   Tiamatalia's entire sweet face was smothered in his obese nuts, smeared
with his musky sweat which drenched her hair into tangles.  She suckled
lustily upon his enormous cock, swallowing along his log as eagerly as only
a young virgin could.  Needing little prompting, Brand pulled back his hips
slightly - the dragonelle whimpered as her tummy felt momentarily empty -
then slammed back into her throatcunt, bulging out her little tummy even
more with the force of his pounding.
   Over and over, the Titan-blooded thrust his piledriver into Tiamatalia's
constantly convulsing fucksleeve body.  Every time he packed himself
entirely inside her fuckhole, his balls heaved weightly over her delighted
face with wet slaps.  Her wanton juices stained his breastbone - she was so
small next to his tremendous, godlike body, that upside down her pussy only
came up that far - as his heaving chest smacked into her inner thighs with
each slamming pound of his fuckstick.
   With a roar greater than a dragon, greater than a flight of dragons,
Brand's grip clenched around the princess' ankles, his toes curled, and his
balls tightened, as he splurted thick creamy geysers of hot baby batter
deep inside her throat, directly into her tummy.  The heat and potency of
his liquid lust were so great, so overpowering, that Tiamatalia was
paralyzed by ecstasy, body limply twitching as euphoric lust spasmed
through her young virgin frame.  Her throat convulsed uncontrollably around
his jizzing fuckrod, and despite the distending of her cute lil tummy, she
couldn't hold all of his phenomenal loads of cum.
   Cum frothed up her throatcunt along the huge fuckspear skewering her
body, making Brand's pounding thrusts even squelchier.  Over and over,
Brand pumped his seed into her belly, rutting her all the while, using her
as nothing but his horny willing fucktoy while she writhed, lost to the
ecstasy of being used by him for his own pleasure.
   At last, Brand thrust inside her mouthtwat a final time, bottoming out,
teeth gritted, as a few final jets - each larger than a normal man's entire
load - roped into her tummy.  He grinned, panting, down at the puffened,
red pussy staining his breastbone with virgin honey.  Tiamatalia was limp,
twitching spasmodically with pleasure, but whimpered needily as Brand
pulled himself out of her cocksleeve throat with strained grunts.
   The fit of his massive cock inside her tiny body was incredibly,
phenomenally tight, and her lust-weakened glucking only made it harder for
him to leave - but his strength could not be denied, and the Northman's
mammoth tool popped salaciously free of her throatcunt, thick strings of
cum and drool hanging between cock and mouth.  Her trapped breath exploded
out in a gasp baptising his huge flared helmet in moist heat.
   "M-m-m-more," Tiamatalia begged, her voice barely audible as she panted
with the desperation of overwhelming desire.  Her soft smooth skin was
prickled with goosebumps, sensitive to his slightest touch, and her pussy
clutched needily on nothing, trickling dew onto the grass.
   Brand waggled his eyebrows at her in a leer, and picked her up as he
stood to his feet again.  The draconic princess' hair flew about in sweaty
tangles, thrashing in his grip, her overstimulated skin flaring with heat
as she shuddered in orgasmic delight just from this god touching her.
   The Titan-blooded Northman squeezed her small rounded ass in one of his
broad hands - he was easily able to seat her buttocks entirely in the palm
of his hand - relishing the power he held over this maiden's pleasure.  He
held her over his steely hard fuckpole, which was flushed a deep angry red
at the base and gradually became a deep purple as dark as his cockveins up
near the head.  The slime of precum and drool and oozing driblets of cum
slicked rivulets down his enormous fucktool, and the musk of his arousal
and sweat drifted up from his magnificent manhood to Tiamatalia's flared
nostrils.
   "Pleeeeeease..." she begged, vainly attempting to push down on his hand,
needing her aching emptiness to be filled.  Brand leered at her, and
wrapped one hand almost entirely around her waist.  Then he yanked her
down, hard.  His fat cockhead slammed against the soaked girlish crevice
between her legs, and the dragonelle shrieked, spasming in rapture as she
felt the throbbing strength of his masculinity pummel her puffy nether
lips.
   Then, barely a split second later, the force of his yank was enough to
overwhelm the tightness of her virginity, and her pussy split apart as his
huge shaft pounded inside her lush, dripping honeypot.  Tiamatalia's breath
caught, and her mouth worked soundlessly as climax shattered her world into
crackling delight all over her slim body.
   Brand groaned aloud, straining into her bald wet cunny.  Her twat was so
tiny and tight that a man half his size wouldn't have been able to fit. 
But Brand's virility and lust could not be denied, and neither could
Tiamatalia's wild devotion, and his huge, throbbing dick squeezed
inexorably inside the dragonelle's hot dripping sink.
   She was bucking madly, bearing down as hard as she could, but her tiny
form wasn't enough weight to push her onto his cock, and so Brand's
jackhammering slams did the work, pounding deeper and deeper inside her
juicing cunt.  Her tits bounced and jiggled, and with his free hand, Brand
squeezed and fondled them roughly, dragging his calloused thumb across her
hard, pierced nipples.
   Tiamatalia's breath finally tore its way free of her throat as her
nubbins scraped into Brand's touch, and she screamed an ecstatic note so
shrill and loud that several crystal goblets in the dragons' hoard
shattered.  Her pussy grew even slicker and more soaked, and with a bestial
grunt, the Northman packed his piledriver balls deep inside her horny
fertile young cunt!
   His eyes rolled back as the princess' head tossed this way and that, her
tiara askew and hair flying.  In another pounding slam, he pistoned his fat
cock through her cervix, popping directly into her womb.  Tiamatalia's
cries of rapture were a single long scream, rising and falling in pitch as
orgasm after orgasm shattered her senses and crashed through her slim form.
   Now fully penetrating the young virgin's horny cunt, Brand pulled back
slightly, and bucked back up, pulling the little dragonelle girl down as he
did so.  His enormous cum factories slammed wetly up into her lush little
buttocks as he literally wanked off with her willing virgin body as a
jackoff toy intended for his own pleasure.
   Tiamatalia's limbs flailed atop her perch, not even trying to scrabble
for purchase, simply lost in the frenzy of their shared passion.  Her
overflowing juices ran down his fuckpole and fat balls in dribbles as she
creamed, just from knowing that she was a fucktoy for her master's desires,
that her purpose in life was to be a spunkdumpster for his cum pump, and a
breeding fuckhole.
   His huge babymaker was clearly visible up her torso, and there was an
obese bulge where his cockhead slammed up into her young little womb again
and again.  Her wanton convulsions of euphoric need pushed her Northman
master over the edge, and his toes curled into the dirt as he yanked her
down balls-deep again, thrusting so deep that a full foot of his dick
pistoned just into her womb.
   Hot splurts of fertile, baby-making jizz erupted directly inside
Tiamatalia's womb, fertilizing egg after egg, siring daughters upon
daughters within her tiny virgin tummy.  She thought she had reached the
heights of pleasure, but the knowledge that soon her belly would be plump
with more little girls for her master to breed sizzled up her spine in an
orgasm even greater than all that gone before, as she felt his thick spunk
pulse up into her breeding fucksleeve hole again and again with thundering
force.
   And all the while, the scion of titans rutted her soaked, dripping,
clenching, orgasming little-girl pussy, filling her to overflowing with his
inexhaustible lust.
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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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