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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 4 -- Dark Sorceress
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg Mgg gg oral cunnilingus piv impreg 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 forbidding citadel of black iron forged from Dis hovered atop
floating rock above the kingdom below.  Lightning forked through the sky as
imps dropped from the dark castle to the streets and buildings below.  The
dark sorceress of lost Rikhtivel had come to claim her ancestral homeland,
and the kingdom's soldiers died by the scores to the imp hordes as malign
thunderbolts shattered houses and towers and palace walls.
   Ilorana, the dark sorceress herself, looked upon the scene with
satisfaction, licking her pouty lips.  Her eyes were glimmering emeralds
beneath locks of blackest ebon.  She was clad in black leather and silks
that bared her boobs, ass, and girlhood completely, for the most potent and
ancient of magicks demanded the unveiled decadence of the body.  A cloak as
black as night was fastened around her neck by a silver amulet etched with
a blasphemous rune, and the mystic scepter in her hand was thrust up to the
sky, conjuring the deadly bolts of arcane lightning onto the kingdom below.
   Many a succubus had she...  communed with...  to increase her power, and
her plump bald pussy lips were still reddened and wet from the six-succubus
ritual that had opened the portal to the imp realm of Dis.  Her
hard-stemmed tits were small but perky, for she was still very young,
despite the fact that Rikhtivel had been destroyed centuries before.  Time
passed differently in Dis, and it had only been scant years for her.
   A millennium ago in Rikhtivel, Ilorana had been born the seventh
daughter of a seventh daughter, an enchantress from birth, one with power
the likes of which was rarely seen.  Her beauty was equally bewitching, and
men and women alike vied for her favors.  But she cared for nothing but her
own power.
   She practiced the sexual magics that were ancient even in her time,
doubly powered by her own virginity, but also by her obscene couplings with
other girls, obtaining magickal power the likes of which had not been seen
before nor since.  Men and women swore their souls to her in hopes of
winning her hand, or at least her bed, and a cataclysmic war broke out as
princes clashed over her.
   But she never gave herself to a man, smiling wickedly as the lands of
Rikhtivel burned.  But a thousand apprentices gave up their lives, and a
hundred archmages their very souls, in a terrible ritual that banished
Ilorana to the otherworldly city of Dis, the black iron realm of the imps.
With her great power and bewitching beauty, it had only taken her two years
to control the great sprawling country-sized demon city, and with imps at
her command and succubi to bind her lewd magicks with, she had torn open
the veil between realities once more, to find that a thousand years had
passed.
   Rikhtivel was long dead, but this new kingdom that had sprung up in its
place would be hers, a mere duchy to her empire from Dis.  Ilorana cackled
aloud as she summoned more devastating lightning upon the hapless kingdom.
   Suddenly the floating black citadel shuddered, and Ilorana was thrown to
the iron deck of the battlement.  "What?!" she sputtered.  She could feel
the power of the portal flickering - something was interfering with it!
   "Milady!" Ilorana whirled upon one of her handmaidens, who had run out
onto the battlement.  A hot young thing, she was skyclad, as were all
Ilorana's handmaidens, due to the lusty sorceress' command.  "There is...
an intruder.  He's breached the wards, storming through the castle."
   "Who?" the dark enchantress demanded, her hair flying as she crackled
with power.
   The handmaiden shrank back.  "I don't know!  He's a giant.  They say
he's got a sword as large as your body, and..." Her voice dropped to her
whisper.  "...a demon familiar."
   A succubus!  This intruder had a succubus and was trying to interfere
with her magicks with sexual sorcery of his own.  But there was no sexual
magick greater than her unique blend of virginity and lesbianism powered by
a thousand succubi.  "See that he is dealt with," she snapped.  "Throw
every last imp we have at him if need be." Turning on her heel, Ilorana
marched into the ritual chamber of her citadel's tallest spire, a black
spike piercing the unnaturally stormy sky.
   A great pentagram was marked out on the stone floor in the juices of
sixty-six maidens.  On each of the star's five points, a succubus was
strapped down to the floor, writhing in pleasure as the crackling sexuality
of the magicks soared through them.  In the very center of the lewd sigil,
a sixth succubus lay back, unbound but fingering herself desperately,
moaning as her juices trickled from her cunny.
   "Do your duty, demonelle," Ilorana snapped, and the succubus obediently
rolled away, whimpering lustily as Ilorana took her place and spread her
legs.  The lovely demonelle, whose skin was as red as sin, licked up
Ilorana's plump puffened pussy lips lasciviously, sending rolling shudders
through the dark witch.
   In panted moans, Ilorana chanted the fell rites maintaining the portal
to Dis as the succubus feasted on her sopping wet cunt.  The high vaulted
ceiling of the ritual chamber fell away from her vision, and she saw with
sorcerous eyes the intruder.  A great big giant of a man he was, cleaving a
half dozen imps in two with every swing of his massive greatsword, which he
wielded easily and dexterously in a single broad hand just as if it were a
dagger.
   He wore no breeches, and the bulging root of his manhood could be seen
disappearing into the gleaming wet, tightly stretched pussy lips of a
succubus.  With his free hand, the virile warrior pumped his familiar up
and down upon his mountainous slab of meat.  His harsh panting was due not
to the exertion of battle, which was effortless for him, but due to the
pleasure of his sorcery.
   Up and down he yanked the demonelle on his cock, wanking off with her
little body as nothing more than a cocksleeve specifically designed for his
incredible fucktool.  Her boobs were jiggling and bouncing so much they
practically vibrated, and her moans were a single long scream broken up
into staccato gasps of lewd ecstasy by the rough jacking off he did with
his cock in her bald wet cunny.
   Ilorana gasped, heat like none she'd ever known before flaring through
her young body.  She juiced, hard, onto the face of the succubus eating her
out, sliming the demonelle's face with hot sweet nectar.  The sorceress
bucked her hips up into the succubus' face with a loud, lewd smack of
delirious need in time with the vision of that massive manhood pumping into
the familiar's lush wet cleft.
   The intensity of her pleasure from watching this living titan redoubled
the strength of the portal, and the castle shook once again.  Through the
vision of far-sight, Ilorana heard the bestial grunt of the man as he
countered her stronger spells, the part of his shaft visible beneath his
familiar's dripping pussy bulging and pulsating as thick ropes of spunk
unloaded into the succubus' spasming pussy.
   The man's familiar with thrashing in his one-handed grasp, limbs
flailing, screaming her ecstasy.  She was a perfect fuckhole for him,
wrapping his fat elephant cock in a hot wet silken vibrator designed for no
other purpose but to wrench his thick loads of fertile cum from his
bloated, churning balls.
   Shudders of delicious pleasure rolled through Ilorana's little body as
she imagined being a fucktoy for this god.  But no.  No!  His sorcery would
not outstrip hers, she vowed as she chanted in panted moans.  But her pussy
still quivered wetly into her succubus' lapping tongue as she imagined it.
She humped her cunt up into the succubus' face again with a loud, hard
smack of wet delight, urging the demonelle to bury her lithe tongue in her
dewy girlhood - which now ached for something more.
   Ripples of pleasure poured through her, and her chanting ceased as her
moans rose above those of her enthralled demonelles.  The castle shuddered,
and with a start Ilorana realized that the portal to Dis had closed while
she was distracted, leaving the castle flying alone in the sky with no
endless imp armies.
   No matter; the dark sorceress had plenty of imps already, and she could
reopen the portal-
   She stopped short as she realized the man from her vision was in the
ritual chamber.  His succubal familiar was perched atop his massive shaft,
supported by nothing but his titanic manhood, her limbs dangling limply as
her head and tongue lolled, eyes glazed over as cum and juice oozed out of
her obscenely stretched slit.
   "No," she breathed, unable to believe that a man's sorcery had defeated
her own.  But inside she was screaming, Yes!  YES!  The veritable titan,
Brand, plucked his familiar off his cock, revealing his enormous cock, a
colored gradient of dark angry red deepening to indigo following the length
of his pole as it ended in the fat mushroom-shaped cockhead.  Slick cream
and dew glistened along his girth, dribbling along his bulging ridged
veins.
   "Good girl, Azaelle," the mage-warrior's sensuous bass carried to her as
he set his ravished familiar down upon the floor.
   Ilorana pushed her succubus away from her pussy, and staggered to her
feet.  "You've won," she managed, the words bitter in her mouth - but less
bitter than she would have expected.  As the giant of a man brandished his
bloody greatsword, she closed her eyes.
   There was a resounding clang-thunk.  Ilorana's eyes snapped open to see
the sword buried to the hilt in the blackstone wall, and then her view was
filled with the large warrior bearing down on her, his face descending...
   Then his lips met hers.  Electricity sizzled through every nerve ending
the dark sorceress possessed, and some she didn't know she had.  She
spasmed, her pussy flush with wet heat as he mashed his broad mouth into
her plump young lips.  A moan tore itself out of her throat as her spasm
passed, and she melted into the rough, frenzied kiss.
   The Titan-blooded towered over her, bending low like a tree branch heavy
with fruit to kiss her.  His tongue ravished her plump lil mouth, which
welcomed him eagerly, sucking on it.  She gasped into the kiss as a single
large hand grasped her about her naked waist - she quivered lustily in the
strong heat of his grasp - and lifted her clear into the air.  Her young
body practically hummed with pleasure as their kiss never ceased.
   Brand placed her so that she sat astride his massive, cantaloupe-sized
cockhead, her puffened nether lips quivering into his meat.  Ilorana moaned
into his mouth as she grinded onto him - but her weight was not enough to
push his enormous cock into her virgin pussy, no matter how desperately she
bore herself down.  She whimpered with need, straining her bare tits into
the Northman's broad, sweaty chest, pleading with her body and mouth.
   The giant of a man smirked into her mouth as they kissed, and that was
all the warning Ilorana had - with a sudden yank, Brand jerked her down on
his massive rod as he slammed his hips upwards.  Their mouths broke apart
with the force of it as he plunged his humongous cock into her dripping,
overheated virginity, and a breathless scream caught in the sorceress'
throat as she felt the overwhelming, maddening rapture of having her
fuckhole split open around this monster cock.
   As this godlike man's incredible fucktool invaded the softest, wettest
part of her body, blinding heat sizzled through the sorceress' flesh.  Her
limbs jerked spastically as she creamed, her bald virgin cunny anointing
his fuckrod with sweet nectar dripping down his pole as he rammed upwards
into her.  At last, her rapturous shriek tore its way out of her throat and
her screams split the air as she cried her phenomenal pleasure.
   She was shrieking and thrashing helplessly with wild joy as his forceful
slams drove his tremendous, bulging cock deeper and deeper inside her
little cunny.  She was little more than a fuckdoll in his powerful
one-handed grasp, being yanked up and down atop his bucking fuckrod as he
literally jerked off with her cocksleeve cunt, and she was lost to the
obscene delight of it.
   Brand was grunting and gasping, sweat pouring down his face and back,
his musky scent filling Ilorana's delicate nostrils with his wonderfully
potent virility.  The massive man's decadent groans of lewd pleasure
resembled the growls of a wild animal claiming his mate, and thick splurts
of his hot precum gushed into her sopping wet virgin fucksleeve pussy. 
"Azaelle," he grunted.
   At his command, the Northman's succubal familiar staggered to her feet
where he had deposited her magnificently fucked little body.  Thick oozing
dollops of hot cum trailed from her puffy slit down her inner legs.  Ever
in tune with her master's desires, she scurried up to him, still weak from
pleasure and lust, and he hoisted her into the air upside-down with his
free hand, pressing her quivering demonic body against the lil sorceress'
ecstasy-wracked form.
   Ilorana gasped a sharp cry of delirious pleasure as the demonelle's
heated flesh pressed into her own.  Her face was buried into Azaelle's
sloshing, cum-filled cunny as Azaelle's expert tongue flicked against the
little enchantress' hard wet clit.  The thrusting bulge of Brand's
prodigious rod pressed into Azaelle, and the succubus quivered in pleasure
as she felt even that much of her master's strength.
   As Ilorana tasted her conqueror's thick musky cum inside his familiar's
girlhood, her orgasms intensified, the strength and potency of his seed
utterly overwhelming her senses.  Brand didn't let up, and the girls'
sensuous bodies shook and bounced together with the force of his rutting
the sorceress.
   The Northman's gigantic, cantaloupe-sized cum factories clenched, and
thick hot spurts of jizz raced up his incredible tool to geyser directly
into Ilorana's nubile womb.  The young enchantress shrieked her abandon as
he pummeled his spunking cock inside her little womb, distending it with
his size and hot load.  Wind whipped about them out of the still air, and
sparks crackled through the chamber.
   The succubi in Ilorana's ritual circle suddenly screamed as white-hot
ecstasy fired through their forms.  They spasmed, writhing upon the stone
floor in their positions, juicing hard as the unstoppable strength of
Brand's virility and sorcery overwhelmed their senses.  Stone and metal
hissed and whimpered as the flying castle was pulled back to Dis, and
fantastic orgasm wracked every young girl in Ilorana's citadel.
   And all the while, Brand squirted his seed deep inside the dark
enchantress' eager womb, fertilizing egg after egg and siring a veritable
litter upon her.  The combined intensity of his spunk jetting into her
pussy and gargling down her throat as she lapped it up from Azaelle's
quivering cunt was too much for Ilorana, and her mind blanked with
pleasure, knowing nothing except the magnificent cock pounding and
squirting nonstop into her bald girlhood...
   When the enchantress next became aware, she was lying on the stone
floor, gasping for breath.  Thick viscous cum pooled from her slit, and her
tummy looked as though already two months pregnant with the amount of jizz
he had poured into her.  Loud groans and lewd smacks drew her head to the
side, where she saw the Titan-blooded ramming his cock into one of her
succubi.  The other succubi in the ritual circle were lolling back, eyes
glazed, tongues hanging out, as cum drooled from their various orifices.
   The Northman's familiar - Azaelle - was feasting on the cum-sloshed cunt
of one of the succubi, and Ilorana's body flared with renewed need as she
watched Brand slam his cock balls-deep inside the last succubus and squirt
the last several gobs of his latest load into her.  "Master," she moaned.
She was so breathless that her voice was barely audible, yet Brand heard
her.
   Pulling his elephant cock out of the succubus to let the last few ropes
of seed coat her heaving tits, he stood up and strode to her.  He was a
magnificent sight, sweaty and hairy and so very masculine that Ilorana
almost creamed right then.  Her fingers clutched feebly at the massive
trunk dangling tantalizingly over her face, dripping cum and juices.
   "Your...  sorcery is greater than mine," she panted, her plump lips
forming the words in a rush of need.  Though she spoke of spellcraft, a far
different sort of magic was all that filled her mind.  "I would...  learn."
She paused for breath, her back arching in afterglow.
   "The demonelles of Dis which you have tamed shall be mine," Brand said,
"so there is much to be done." He smirked at her.  "With me, apprentice."
   "But first," she pleaded as she struggled to find the strength to sit
up. "Two of my holes have tasted your seed.  One still thirsts." She spread
her small young legs again, revealing her lewdly winking pucker, through
which thick strings of his cum ran from her puffened pussy to the floor.
   The Northman smiled.
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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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The Northman's Harem Ch. 04