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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 6 -- Fairy Princess
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg inc father/daughter impreg preg fant size ped 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 fatly pregnant elf girl's shrieks of uncontained rapture formed a
counterpoint to the Northman's bestial grunts, the loud lewd smacks of his
enormous cock slamming into her fertilized pussy nearly drowning out both.
Silariel - princess of elves, cum-addicted concubine, and little breeding
girl pregnant with her fourteenth litter of daughters by the Stormheart -
juiced over and over, spilling her love onto Brand's cock as he rutted her
ruthlessly into the creaking bed.
   Her plumped out tummy, large with child, heaved and rolled against
Brand's chiseled abs, slicked with sweat as he roared and began pumping
thick seed into her, painting her pregnant womb white with cum as his
personal young slut babbled incoherent pleasure.  He jackhammered his
spurting monster cock home with relentless wet smacks, and Silariel's
pleasure multiplied with the force of his strength and power slamming and
squirting into her.
   With a great crash, the giant bed collapsed, legs splintering beneath
the weight and overpowering strength of the Titan-blooded as he cummed over
and over inside his little elven spunkdumpster's pussy.  With a final
shuddering thrust that sent wild pleasure chattering through the little
breeding princess' perfect white teeth, Brand anchored his enormous manhood
as deep inside his personal cockwhore's fuckhole as it would go, his fat,
leathery balls slurping into her obscenely stretched bald nether lips, and
roared his rapture as he blew his load fully inside her womb.
   Silariel lay limply beneath him, ripples of orgasmic afterglow quivering
through her constantly.  Her long flowing hair lay in a rich fan around her
head on the pillow, and her cheeks glowed with the flush brought on by the
relentless, countless, uncontrollable orgasms her beloved lord and master
had given her.  Soft pants escaped her plump lips, and her tummy, bloated
with babies and now cum, rolled and heaved up into Brand's torso.
   He snaked his arm beneath her to cradle her head in the crook of his
elbow, and she purred happily, moaning in joy as his twitching cock inside
her sent another wave of delight ripping from her pussy to the top of her
head.  He smirked at her, but with evident fondness.  "You wanted to see
me, Silariel?" he winked at her.
   "Mmmm," she managed.  "Yessss..." The look on her face suggested that
she wanted him for only one thing, but Brand at least had the presence of
mind to remember that she had originally requested his presence in the odah
for something specific.
   "Silariel," he rumbled, and chuckled, his deep bass shivering gently
through her and shocking her back to half-dazed awareness.
   "Mm!" Her eyes, formerly vacant with pleasure, roved around to look at
him.  "Yes, master.  I have had another vision from the goddess Ehlneria."
That piqued his interest, and he nodded his head for her to go on.  "I saw
you claiming me," his royal concubine said, her cheeks heating with
pleasure at the memory and her sopping wet preggo pussy clamping
instinctively down on the fat tool still ensconced within her.  "In the
sacred clearing at her shrine in the middle of the forest.  Your seed was
so great and powerful, it gushed out of me once my womb was already filled
to the brim."
   Brand nodded as more thick dollops of jizz oozed inside Silariel's horny
twat.  That was a common phenomenon for him.  Silariel went on, "I saw the
earth herself becoming impregnated with your seed, at that sacred spot. 
And in the months and years after we left, a grove sprang up there - Gaea
gave birth to a daughter.  Your daughter."
   Her eyes were wide and adoring, yearning to please him with this
information, and he flexed his cock inside her, eliciting a happy squeal
from her.  "You have pleased me, girl," he said, and she sighed happily.
   And for her reward, he began fucking the pregnant little elf girl, and
her six sisters, all over again for the next several hours.
   The next day, Brand set out from his stronghold - after an hours-long
farewell of throatfucking his various concubines in their odah wing - and
journeyed to the sacred shrine of Ehlneria.  He loped tirelessly through
the forests and plains, not even bothering to stay on roads.  His booted
feet effortlessly trampled paths through undergrowth, and a pack of wolves
left him alone after he wrung the neck of its alpha with a casual twist of
his arms.
   Through that night he ran, not fatigued in the slightest, and the moon
was still setting when he arrived at the shrine of the goddess of peace. 
He espied the truth of Silariel's vision in the new lush grove of trees in
front of the shrine.  The wind rustling through the leaves sounded like
giggles, and the gradations of green and brown were as rich and varied as
the plants of the fairy kingdom itself.
   The Northman parted the leaves enshrouding the circle of new trees, and
saw the treasure within.  A young sapling sprouted in the center of the
grove, its rich wood glimmering almost bronze, and its emerald leaves
sparkled and glinted with the slightest hints of gold.  A sweet fragrance
scented the air from its boughs, and with a grin of anticipation, Brand
stepped through the trees.
   In response to his presence, a shower of leaves whipped up in a gust of
wind, and whirled about blindingly fast - and when it settled, a young girl
stood before him, staring up at him with large, inquisitive eyes.  Her hair
was long and coppery, with blossoms all throughout the tresses falling to
her knees.  Her eyes were deep, bold green over a button nose and a tiny,
plumped-lipped mouth.  Her boobs were young lumps budding from her chest,
stemmed by coral pink nipples that hardened before his gaze.  She rubbed
her cute, lithe legs together as a new moisture coated her bald, plump
slit.
   A dryad.  The spirit of the sapling.
   "Daddy?" Her voice was a soft pant of recognition as she locked eyes
with him, before those huge, childlike orbs were inexorably pulled back
down to the ostentatiously gigantic bulge of his trousers.  His daughter.
The dryad he fathered on Gaea, the earth herself.  She was the most
beautiful, the most perfectly formed nymph-spirit he'd ever laid eyes on,
and he had laid eyes on - and fucked - a great many.  Her small breasts and
narrow childlike hips were soft and innocent, but had just enough curve to
be tantalizingly sensual, and her mouth was small as a little girl's should
be, yet with lips full and kissable.  Even her voice was wind tinkling
through chimes.
   "My little sapling," he said, face breaking out into a fond, lusty grin.
HIs cock gave an almighty twitch within his trousers, and the little dryad
girl gasped.  Desire heated her cheeks, and even her perfect little tits
flushed with the electricity sizzling through her as dew trickled from her
moist cunny.
   "Floralisse," she whispered, eyes never straying from his throbbing
crotch.  "I am Floralisse." She managed to tear her eyes away from his
prominent manhood to fix on his, saying shyly and a bit ashamedly.  "I am
too young to bear fruit, Daddy."
   "Nay," he shook his head, and knelt to one knee, still towering over her
for all that.  He grasped her waist, sending shocks of delight through her
little body, and he had the treat of seeing and feeling her body spasming
in his grip as her head fell back, lewd moans mewling from her mouth.
   He laid her down on the grass beneath the sparse branches of her
sapling, and bent down, till his face was hovering inches over her
femininity.  He could smell the fresh innocent scent of her girlish lust
wafting into his nose, and she moaned, juices dribbling out of her slit as
he watched under the heat of his breath blowing upon her most sensitive
button.
   Then Brand dragged his tongue up her bald lush crack in a long,
powerful, hard lick.  His tongue was hot, and wet, and rough - and brought
instant ecstasy to his daughter.  Floralisse shrieked, her entire body
locking up as her legs clamped tight around his head in instinctual
orgasmic pleasure.  Her little pussy fairly exploded her virgin cream onto
his face.
   When she finally calmed, he drew his face away, his face gleaming with
her nubile young slickness.  She lay back like a limp ragdoll, moaning with
the afterglow of her first ecstasy.  "See," Brand told her, "I have brought
forth your fruit from your girlhood."
   Gasping, she managed to bring her head up to look at him.  "Please,
Daddy," she begged.  Her pussy quivered visibly in lust beneath his gaze.
"Please...  I want to bear your fruit." She spread her legs wide, as far
apart as she could stretch them, and humped her hips up at him with all the
maddened need only a little virgin girl in heat could feel for her own
daddy.
   She had known his gentleness - now she would know her father's power. 
He grabbed her thighs, wrenching more panted moans from her perfect little
mouth, and flexed his cock with such force it ripped free of his breeches,
a magnificent, pulsing rod casting its shadow over the little girl he was
about to deflower.  Floralisse moaned again at the sight of it, and writhed
just from looking at it.  Her nipples were unbearably hard pebbles, and she
felt like she would explode at the slightest touch.
   A thick, hot, sticky bead of precum formed at his cumslit, and dripped
down onto her heated belly button, and the little dryad girl screamed aloud
in rapture as she juiced again.  At the moment, the Northman who had sired
her drew his hips back, then slammed them forward, pistoning his cock into
her spasming, orgasming cunt.
   Floralisse's breath left her, and her plump little mouth worked in
soundless gasps of overwhelming pleasure as her daddy's fat meaty tool
plowed into her luscious furrow.  She thrashed like a bucking mare as he
skewered her on his mammoth dick.
   Brand held her little thighs, bracing her as he jammed his cock
inexorably forward into the incredibly tight virgin heat of the wildly
climaxing young dryad girl.  His breathing came in ragged gasps as her
pussy milked him with all the clumsy enthusiasm of a little girl who
desired nothing more than be a vessel for her father's jizz.
   Her cute tummy bulged obscenely with the meaty slab of cock stretching
her little fuckhole unimaginably wide, and Floralisse's young fingers dug
into the dirt, scrabbling for purchase as her body tossed around in the
throes of the magnificent pleasure of having her nubile young pussy split
apart around her own daddy's throbbing, pulsing fuckstick.
   She was so unbelievably wet, her girlish slime coating his fucktool and
lubricating his invasion of her sensitive crevice, and Brand grunted as his
bloated cockknob bumped into her cervix.  His dryad daughter's hips rose
off the ground at the touch as more climaxes spiraled through her, and she
sought to bear down on him, needing him to touch her there again, needing
him deep inside her, hilted inside his personal cocksleeve, right where her
daddy belonged.
   Brand pulled his hips back slightly - Floralisse whimpered - and then
pounded inside with a powerful slamming thrust that quaked her whole body
with juicy rapture.  His fat cockhead popped through her cervix directly
into her womb, and didn't stop there.  The Northman's knees dug into the
ground, his corded thigh muscles flexing as he piledrove his cock deeper
into her virgin little womb, bulging out her torso with his giant fuckrod,
till no less than a full span of his cockmeat speared her womb alone, and
his obese balls were squelching into her small round buttocks.
   Floralisse was beyond coherent thought, beyond all control of her
actions.  Her body vibrated like a hummingbird's wings with the combined
force of her own mind-shattering climaxes and her daddy's powerful slams
into her.  The Northman rutted her over and over again, grunting like an
alpha wolf claiming his mate and breeding her with furious wet smacks of
lewd, ecstatic power.
   As Brand's toes curled and his cock hilted inside his own young little
dryad daughter's dripping valley, he began to squirt thick gushing rivers
of jizz directly into her womb with all the force of a cannonshot. 
Floralisse's shriek finally tore free of her throat as maddened euphoria
wracked her little form, just from feeling her daddy's seed splurt hotly,
thickly, wetly, into her breeding fuckhole.  Her juices poured out of her
obscenely stretched cunny around the thick meaty member reaming her.  Her
tiny body locked up as spike after spike of uncontrollable lust shot
through her form, and her tight hot juicy cunny clamped down like a wet
little velvet vise around his fat tool.
   And still Brand pistoned his massive, geysering cock deep inside his
little girl's bulging womb, pumping her full with load after fat greasy
load of cockslop from his leathery, churning ballsacks.  Her torso
distended with the volume of spunk her daddy shot into her, her womb and
pussy sloshing with the thick gunky waves of seed as his cock slammed in
and out.
   Floralisse was in a frenzy of fevered lust, her whole body rocked with
the force of his jackhammering pounds, turning her young virgin form into a
humming, vibrating cocksleeve designed for no other purpose but to milk her
daddy's cock for rope after rope of pungent, fertile cum.  And still Brand
pummeled her girlhood with his cock, pounding her into the ground with such
force her body dug a furrow into the grass.
   The world resonated with the little dryad's pleasure, and blossoms
sprouted from the ground, and from the trees circling the grove. 
Floralisse's stretched, bulging tummy could hold no more, despite her
hungry womb desperately gobbling it up, and the Northman's cum gushed out
of her pussy in a torrent around his cock, puddling in the grass along with
her own juices.
   It had been early morning before dawn when Brand began fucking his
fucksleeve daughter, and now the sun climbed high in the sky before at last
he pumped his final load of jizz into Floralisse's magnificently ravished,
thoroughly deflowered, overwhelmingly impregnated pussy.  The little girl
jerked spastically with pleasure, and she collapsed back with an explosive
pant of heated satisfaction.  The force of their fucking had dug a deep
furrow into the ground beneath her, and it had been filled with her daddy's
overflowing jizz, so that she was half-submerged in it, the thick gooey
seed tangling her hair and sticking to her smooth young flesh.
   As Brand pulled out of her greedily clutching cunny, the sun shone
brightly upon her bloated tummy, which protruded from the huge cum-puddle
like an island, making her appear as pregnant as she would be in 9 months.
He smirked down at her, lust and love in his voice.  "I shall bring you to
my odah, with my other fucksleeves, and there you will learn the art of
pleasing me and bearing my babes."
   Her body quivered weakly with desire, but she sighed.  "But Daddy, I
can't come.  A dryad cannot leave her tree." Her bottom lip trembled with
disappointment, but she continued, "Please, Daddy...  stay with me? 
Forever!  I'll be your hottest, tightest, wettest, horniest cumdumpster,
and you can breed me over and over and over." Another orgasm ripped through
her at the thought.
   But Brand pointed at her sapling.  Floralisse followed his finger, neck
craning back to see the apple that had sprouted from her tree.  She gasped.
"Daddy!  You..." She looked at him with absolute and utter adoration, full
with the knowledge that his powerful, fertile seed had filled her young
little body and spirit with such life that she had borne fruit.
   Brand stepped over her, not even needing to lengthen his massive stride
to do so, and plucked the apple from the tree.  With big chomps, he
devoured the apple with relish, sweet juices dripping down his chin. 
"Now," he said, looking at his young pregnant daughter, "you are bound to
me, and not the tree, forever."
   She squealed in joy, but her eyes were fastened to the thick, slimy,
throbbing trunk of manmeat dangling over her face.  Her lips parted, and
Brand needed no further invitation.  He knelt and forced her eagerly
slurping lips wide with his bulbous cantaloupe-sized cockhead, sinking his
huge dick into her mouth.  Her cheeks bulged out, her lips thin pink lines,
and she sucked with a will, like the cum-starved daddy-whore she was as
Brand slammed into her virgin throat.
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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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