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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 7 -- Drow Assassin
AUTHOR: Big Al
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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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   A shadow slipped unseen through the palatial castle.  The Stormheart
Guard's alert senses were oblivious to its presence or its passage. 
Soundlessly it crept through corridors into the deepest, most secure parts
of the Titan-blooded's castle.  Riches that beggared belief were scorned,
passed by without pause as the shadow approached the odah, from whence lewd
animalistic sounds echoed through that entire wing.
   If anyone had been able to see her when she stopped inside the doorway
to an indoor balcony overlooking the odah's main floor, he would have seen
a dark-skinned beauty.  Her flesh was gleaming ebony, her slanted eyes a
vivid, flashing indigo, her long flaxen hair a shimmering pearlescence. 
Her finely pointed ears clearly indicated her elfin heritage, and her slim
build was offset by her boobs, unusually large melons for an elf of any
variety, drow or no.
   Liltholara fingered the strangely large hilt of the blade in the dagger
sheath on her hip, feeling the ancient power thrumming through it.  Her
target - who lay before her vision on the floor below, pounding an
ecstatically writhing fairy into the cushions - was held to be unkillable.
But she had a weapon designed to kill his kind.
   Here she waited, watching her target - Brand the Northman, king of a
vast domain - fuck his meaty, throbbing piston in and out of an impossibly
small, dripping wet twat.  Sooner or later, he would go to sleep, and then
she would strike.  But she couldn't denying the hardening of her small
nipples beneath the light material of her black shadowsilk stealth outfit,
or the moisture seeping out of her bald pussy as she watched.
   Liltholara was a princess among the evil drow.  Famed for her beauty,
she was merely a pawn in her family's schemes to marry her off, despite her
expressed desire never to be given to a man.  But one by one her suitors
turned up dead.  She denied all accusations of having hired assassins.  At
last it was discovered that she herself was the assassin, and the skills of
the mysterious murderer who had slain the noble suitors were so apparent
that she became prized more for her homicidal methods than her dynastic
value.
   The Blade in the Dark, she was known to the peoples of the realm in
hushed whispers.  The secret dagger of the drow, turned to whatever purpose
or malice they wished, and never failing to kill her mark.  She had slain a
half dozen champion knights at once with a simultaneous throw of six
knives. A wizard who had secured himself in a nightmarish labyrinthine
stronghold was found dead, his defenses intact.  Even demigods had fallen
beneath her blade, and the Dreaming King of the Elves dreamt no more.
   Her cheeks flushed as she watched Brand slam his massive piledriver deep
inside the rapturously wailing fairy girl, and her fingers went of their
own accord to the soaked cameltoe formed by her plump pussy lips against
the skintight shadowsilk she wore.  For hours she stroked herself, as the
Northman fucked girl after girl, leaving them all wasted rags with cum
drooling from every thoroughly ravished orifice.
   It was nearly dawn when Brand finally finished having his way with his
concubines, and lay back in a pillowed fountain pool, heated by an
underwater spring.  His broad arms - nearly as long as the drow assassin
was tall - were splayed to the sides as the water bubbled up to his
chiseled, muscular chest, and his head lay back, his eyes closing as his
breathing lengthened.
   Liltholara waited several minutes longer, then crept down to the main
floor of the odah.  After watching the Stormheart's escapades, she needed
to get off, badly, so she would kill her target quickly - no matter how
much she desired him, unlike any other man - and then escape to find some
much needed privacy.
   Silent as a wraith she sidled up to Brand's side, nearly hypnotized by
the almost majestic rise and fall of his chest, and pulled the blade from
her sheath.  The weapon she produced was impossibly large to fit into the
sheath, seemingly, but the sheath had been magicked to hold it.  A
greatsword longer than her leg - yet not as long as the Titan-blooded's
mammoth cock, which was clearly visible in the bubbling water - weighed as
lightly as a dagger in her hand as she brandished it.
   It was a Titanslayer blade.  The most prized weapon in the drow nation's
arsenal.  None knew how many Titanslayer blades remained today, for they
had been forged a hundred thousand years ago, at the dusk of the golden
age. In the dim mists of those incredibly ancient days, every race was
composed entirely of immortal demigods, eternally youthful and vigorous,
and the earth poured forth its bounty without effort while beasts and birds
were as intelligent and verbose as men, serving their demigod masters
willingly.
   And the greatest of all the races were the Titans.  Proudly magnificent,
fantastically strong, overpoweringly sexual beings, their abilities
eclipsed those of all the other races combined, and so they ruled over the
world.  But they were whimsical, cruel masters in a world otherwise
perfect, and at last the demigod races rebelled.  They were slaughtered
terribly, perhaps a dozen Titans dying while millions of the other races
were slain in that war.
   The greatest sages and warriors and craftsmen of the races came
together, and in a ritual so terrible that the earth cracked, they drained
the life forces of every non-Titan race on the earth to create weapons
capable of felling a Titan.  Elves, men, dwarves, and all the other races
were no longer immortal or demigodlike - but now they could kill their
hated masters.
   And now Liltholara held one of these swords over the Northman's breast.
She sucked in a breath, raised the blade high-
   Brand's eyes snapped open, fixing directly on her.  He didn't move,
merely smirking.  Liltholara, whose veins normally ran with ice, started
with a gasp, and instinctively bore the horrifyingly deadly weapon down. 
There was a sharp crack, and Liltholara stared at the scene,
half-stupefied, before she realized what she was seeing.
   The blade had snapped off at the impact, leaving a jagged tear near the
hilt she still held.  Not a mark was on the Titan-blooded's skin where the
assassin had struck.  Liltholara gaped.  The Titanslayer blade retained all
its ancient power; the royal drow swordmages had assured her of that! 
How--?
   The Northman's voice was deep, steady, resonant, and sent shivers
multiplying through her body.  "I was wondering when you'd work up the
nerve to strike," he said.  He was still smirking; amusement ran deep
through his voice.
   "The blade--?" was all Liltholara could think to say, even after the
revelation that Brand had known she was there all along.
   His eyes held her, full and deep, swelling with uninhibited passion. 
"Even before I slew the last and greatest titan, I won his daughter's
heart. Even before I bathed in his blood, I was a master of tantric
sorceries which the old titans never dreamt of, and a warrior without peer,
and a champion of the Storm Tongue - and my prowess has only increased. 
Since then I have claimed goddesses great and small.  Even Clotho the Norn
- fate herself worships my cock."
   Then another sight finally tore the drow princess' eyes away from his
gaze - his massive elephant cock, which was throbbing into steely hardness
out of the bubbling water, rivulets running off the rising rod along thick
meaty veins.  Brand could smell her virginity, as he could her wet dripping
lust.  He rose out of the water, letting it drain off his skin in miniature
waterfalls as his huge hulking form towered over her.
   Her plump pouty lips fell open of their own accord as her breathing
harshened in her ears.  Her mouth was dry, and she longed to taste that fat
slab of cock with everything that she was, with fervent desire that burned
in her blood.  And Brand granted her her fondest wish - seizing her head in
a single broad hand, he pulled her towards him as he slammed his hips
forward.
   The first touch of his huge helmet against her mouth sent electric
shocks of ecstasy thrilling through Liltholara, and then his incredible
piston was prying her lips apart as she automatically began slurping
noisily with all the instincts of a virgin in heat.  In that single forward
motion, Brand's massive dick thrust into her small mouth and pounded
against the back of her throat.  The drow princess' cheeks bulged out with
the huge fleshy tool stuffing her face, and her body shook with both the
impact and her orgasmic convulsions as his sheer virility overwhelmed her
senses and reserve.
   But the Northman wasn't done with her yet.  Even as Liltholara flung her
body forward, desperately trying to impale herself on his tremendous cock
with the mindless lust his touch and musk awakened in her, Brand steadied
his grip on her head, and brutally drove his babymaker forward again.  The
drow girl's breath caught in her throat - literally - as her neck bulged
out with the obscene mass of his dick squeezing inexorably down her horny,
thirsty pipe.
   Her throatcunt was so incredibly tight that the lewd throbbing bulges of
his fat cockveins could be seen pulsing in outline along her neck. 
Liltholara was spinning through one climax after another, her pussy almost
vibrating with the constant explosions of virginal juices running down her
inner thighs and irrevocably staining her expensive shadowsilk outfit with
evidence of her desire.
   Brand grunted, his neck muscles tightening in exertion as he steadily
packed his fucktool deeper in his newest little cockslut's guzzling face.
Her slobber ran copiously from her lips, coating his shaft in natural
lubrication as he thrust unstoppably into her.  The outline of his mammoth
cock bulged in her chest, marking the descent of his fruit-sized cockhead
nearly to her stomach.
   As Liltholara convulsively squeezed her throat around his manmeat in
glucking swallows, Brand threw his head back in animalistic ecstasy, and
thick globs of his pre pulsed up his shaft in visible bulges to flood her
stomach with his hot sticky cockslop.  The drow girl's eyelids fluttered as
her eyes rolled back, and she swayed in the midst of her wracked ecstasy.
Her legs collapsed, her strength lost to the overwhelming pleasure his
fuckstick gave her, but her throat was so tight and Brand's cock so large
that she merely dangled from her perch on his shaft, her fingers weakly
scrabbling at his fat sacks of leathery ball-flesh.
   The Northman's cock twitched violently with delight, and the princess'
lil body was flung up and about, her feet rising completely off the floor.
Brand shifted his grip from her head to her body - his hand broad enough to
grip her torso from her slim waist to her sensitive, hard-nippled
chest-globes - and more pleasure thundered through her young virginal elfin
body.
   With grunting, gasping heaves of primal power and passion, Brand yanked
her down completely on his humongous dick, hilting himself within the lil
drow girl and mashing her face into his musky pubic curls.  Up and down he
yanked her helplessly flailing, orgasming body, turning her into nothing
more than a mindlessly ecstatic jackoff toy vibrating with rapture around
his manmeat, a cocksock perfectly fitted to his dick like a tight, hot,
wet, custom-fit fucksleeve, a hole made for no other purpose but to be a
cum receptacle.
   Her mind was too far gone - utterly blanked with lewd, unimaginable
euphoria - for her to consciously direct her body, but Brand's sheer
masculinity awakened nasty, obscene instincts within her horny little body,
and Liltholara milked his cock with her throat like a cum-starved whore,
guzzling and swallowing forcefully.  As the ringing smacks of Brand's hips
and balls and cock into her body began rustling the other concubines slowly
back to awareness, Brand roared his pleasure and burst inside the drow
assassin.
   His cum exploded up his cock in huge throbbing bulges clearly visible
along her neck and torso and pumped directly into her tummy, filling it
entirely in a single splurt.  More geysers of jizz followed, like staccato
thunderbolts, stretching out her belly with his hot musky seed and
overflowing back up her throat.
   The little drow girl had thought she had known what pleasure was.  The
hot wet sensation of his thick creamy spunk boiling down her throat and
into her tummy proved her wrong, as she was lifted to new realms of
ecstasy, the spikes of her pleasure spasming through her young body as she
shook like a ragdoll.  Over and over Brand pumped his cum into her,
pounding his dick deep and hard into her all the while with salacious
smacking squelches.  Her slobber mingled with his baby batter, dribbling
freely from between her lips and the fat sausage stuffed between them, and
her tiny tummy bloated with the sheer amount of jizz he filled her with.
   When Brand's obese cum factories finally ceased their relentless
squirting, the sound of his awakened concubines could be heard, moaning as
they fingered themselves and each other while watching their lord and
master fuck his newest little girl.  Liltholara had been fucked senseless
and had little to no awareness of where she was, but whimpered in
disappointment as Brand pulled her slim, busty young form off his tool -
still rock hard - in strained grunts of flexed muscle.
   As his cockknob popped free of her mouth, Liltholara coughed out an
explosion of breath and cum, her glazed eyes staring worshipfully up at the
new master who held her completely aloft.  The shadowsilk at her crotch was
completely soaked through, heavy with her sweet moisture, and Brand lifted
her up to his nose, sniffing almost ferally at her arousal.  He took a
lewd, rough lick up the cameltoe of her pussy lips through the thin wet
material, and the drow assassin screamed with rapture.
   The Northman smirked, satisfied.  With a single tug of one hand, he
ripped away her shadowsilk, feasting his eyes upon her desperately horny
young body with a cum-bloated tummy.  Then he deposited her on her hands
and knees in the bubbling bath.  Liltholara moaned like a little whore as
the warm water lapped at her sensitive, overstimulated flesh, and
instinctively ground her buttocks back at Brand as she felt him descend to
his knees behind her in the water.
   "Isthy'tan," she murmured in half-dazed adoration, invoking the ancient
rite of dynastic drow slave-marriage.  "Isthy'tan mael Brand." With those
words, she forsook her clan completely, utterly, and eternally, binding
herself unquestionably to her master, the man whose cock she craved like a
drug.
   Pleasure shivered up through her at his touch as he gripped her hips,
followed by wanton shrieks of animal delight as he pounded his fat tool
deep inside her tight wet virginity with a single overwhelmingly powerful
slam and began rutting her like the breeding bitch in heat she had become.
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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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