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 TITLE: The Northman's Harem
PART: Chapter 8 -- Halfing Thief
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mg piv impreg 1st g1st ped size fant 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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   Keselda was the greatest thief in the world.
   There were several reasons for this.  She was clever, for one thing. 
Charming, for another.  She possessed the natural dexterity and agility all
halflings had, albeit in greater quantity, and had never met a lock she
couldn't pick.  But the biggest reason was that she knew the secret of
wealth and power and importance.  Namely, stories.
   The lost treasure of the pirate Taegr was worth a lot more than the
prosperous gold mines of Saliyr.  Why?  Because Taegr and his treasure were
surrounded by legends and folk tales and ghost stories.  If someone were to
discover Taegr's treasure, they would become wealthier in a moment than a
Saliyric gold baron could in years.
   Keselda didn't just steal the mundanely valuable.  She stole the storied
treasures.  The very first thing she ever stole, when she was just a wee
lass, was the chest of ancient and now-worthless Demarck silverpence owned
by a travelent merchant passing through her village.  She had discovered
the thrill from that.
   And for everything she had stolen since, she had left behind a single
silverpence coin from the thousands of coins she had.  It didn't take the
bards too long to pick up on that, and before long, tales of the
"Moneychanger" regaled crowds at fairs and bars across the land.
   Keselda was the greatest thief in the world, because she had made
herself a story.
   Now, she was going to steal the greatest treasure in the world from the
most powerful man in the world.  Brand Stormheart, the Man o' the North,
the Titan-blooded was a living god, the stories said.  He was descended
from the ancient titans.  He was the offspring of a giantess and a
stallion. He was an illusion cast by a cabal of extremely clever mages.  He
was the last of his kind.  No, he was the first of a new breed.  No, he was
simply a stunted giant.  He ruled dragons.  He had knocked down the
dwarf-gates of Felding with a single bellow.  He was a century old, yet in
the heartiest and halest of health, despite being a human.
   What was undeniable was that Brand ruled a great kingdom from the city
that had sprung up around his fortress.  It was a very prosperous realm -
mostly, Keselda figured, because people flocked to the man behind the
stories - and of course more stories explained the prosperity.  Dragons had
built his fortress.  Goddesses favored him.  The Lodestone of Demetriel in
his vault radiated blessings.
   That story was the one that young Keselda had come to steal.  The
Lodestone was a huge jewel the size of a human head, yet perfectly shaped
and clear, with glimmering facets that shimmered through a rainbow of
iridescent colors.  It was reputed to have belonged to the Demetriel
Sisters, demigoddesses of fertility and bounty, and said to bring life and
wellness and cornucopial wealth to whomever owned it.  It was rumored that
the Sisters themselves had appeared to Brand to bestow it upon him.
   Whatever might be said about it, it was certainly the most valuable
object known to be in the Northman's hoard, if not the entire world.
   Keselda snuck into the palace in broad daylight.  No one expected a
burglary in the daytime, and if anyone caught sight of the little waif in
pigtails, no one thought anything of a street urchin seeking scraps from
the castle kitchen.  Her vivid red hair was lush and full despite being
tugged into the pigtails, and she had wide blue eyes framing a button nose
over a small but pouty mouth, which was flanked by twin dimples in her
cheeks.
   She wore a yellow sun dress, simply spun by a peasant woman, that just
barely emphasized her budding boobs swelling from her young chest, and did
little to cover the lithe white legs beneath the hem of the skirt.  Her
supple feet were bare - the better for padding silently through places she
wasn't supposed to be - revealing the adorable toes that curled into the
stone floor with each step.
   Passing through the bustling grand hall - an unavoidable entry point to
the bowels of the palatial stronghold - Keselda abandoned stealth and
skipped merrily through, maintaining the pretense of a town child going to
the kitchen.  She caught a glimpse of a very, very large man dining at a
table and surrounded by girls - young girls, she noticed - and felt a
little thrill of electricity surge through her as she beheld his rippling
musculature.  A musk that could only be his wafted over to her through the
scents of food, and her cute lil nostrils flared as she inhaled sharply.
   She stumbled slightly, with the intoxicating virility filling her
breath, before skipping on once more.  The halfling girl felt the man's
eyes flick to her once, and goosebumps of strange pleasure prickled along
her skin.
   Once clear of the main hall, Keselda ducked down a shadowy corridor and
resumed her skulking.  She was breathing heavily, her cheeks red as she
panted.  A heat flushed her entire little body, like none she'd known
before, and she had to stop for a moment to collect herself.  Had that been
King Brand?  He had...  quite a presence, she had to admit.  The kind that
inspired stories.
   She had a momentary fancy of stealing something quite unlike anything
she'd ever stolen before: the king's heart.  She dismissed it quickly
though, and continued creeping to her destination.  There were countless
treasures simply on display throughout the castle.  Priceless tapestries,
finely wrought furniture of gold and marble and pearl, jeweled
accoutrements, carved oaken doors.  She licked her lips in anticipation,
thinking of the magnificent treasures that were deemed precious enough to
actually keep sealed away.
   At last she came to a vault, deep beneath the earth.  It was sealed by a
massive door of some strange material she'd never encountered before.  It
looked a lot like pearl, but it had a strange glitter to it.  Fairy pearl?
The stories spoke of fairy queens subservient to the Northman.
   There was no lock that she could see, merely a groove in the door where
a handle might be.  She pressed her palm against it and gave a tentative
push.  Unsurprisingly, it didn't budge.  If this was in fact fairy pearl,
then nothing short of earth-shattering sorcery could open it except the one
to whom it was keyed.  Of course, that was ridiculous.  Fairies gave no one
the secret of their mystic pearl, and they certainly didn't fashion it into
the shape of great dwarven style doors.
   But if it was keyed only to open for one person...
   Keselda was still heady with the undeniably virile musk of the Northman
king, and in an almost fevered burst of inspiration, she leaned forward
till her face was nearly touching the door, and blew a soft puff of musky
air from her nose.
   The door swung open without a sound.  Keselda blinked, and had to stifle
a laugh of surprised pleasure.  Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder,
she went into the vault.  Her jaw practically met the floor.  Magically
wrought diamond chalices from the dwarven dynasty of Efishnad, so rare that
one could buy a large city with just one, were strewn almost carelessly in
a large pile.  Ivory-sculped chests were filled to overflowing with gems -
perfect gems, clear and flawless and colorful and wonderfully shaped. 
Crystal vials of iridescent liquid - that looked for all the world like the
descriptions of mythical Mydas elixir that every boy and girl knew from
stories - were plentifully arranged on racks.
   Magic lay thick upon the room, due to the many artifacts here, from the
ancient grimoire of Ilorana, to the gleaming enchanted armor of Kzarchzel,
to the cornucopial Horn of the Wild Huntsman which was laid next to a chest
with the seal of Taegr upon it.  And in the center of the chamber, upon an
ornate pedestal, rested the legendary Lodestone of Demetriel.
   Keselda approached it with bated breath, and reached out her small hands
to take it-
   "Beautiful, eh?"
   The deep bass shivered up her spine in a glorious thrill, and Keselda
spun around to see none other than the man she was now sure was Brand
Stormheart, the Northman king.  He was looking straight at her, smiling
smugly.  He was clad in nothing but trousers.  A Demarck silverpence
clattered to the floor from Keselda's nerveless hand.  Her head was telling
her to flee, but her body was reacting strongly to his nearness and
presence, and to the oh-so-masculine scent that filled the vault.
   Her feet began moving of their own accord towards this prime specimen of
manhood, this alpha of alpha males, and she felt moisture seeping from her
pantyless slit beneath the hem of her skirt.  Her nipples had hardened to
points that protruded through her dress.  Her head tried to justify this,
saying she could seduce him and escape and still take the Lodestone - but
her body was filled with nothing but need, a need she'd never known before,
and one which burned through her now.
   Brand recognized the virgin lust within her - it was an intimately
familiar sight to him.  With one hand he grabbed his pants and tore them
completely off himself with a single ripping motion.  A wave of potent musk
blasted the young halfling girl in the face, and she staggered drunkenly as
his glorious cock was revealed to her.  It was a veritable elephant's
trunk, nearly as long as she was tall, a deep throbbing red lined with fat
indigo veins that slowly hardened and rose in powerful, nearly violent
twitches.
   One such twitch flung a thick globule of clear sticky precum onto her,
and she gasped, her eyes fluttering as the wet heat spattered onto her face
and chest, soaking the front of her dress completely through.  Her legs,
weak with newfound lust, collapsed beneath her, and she fell back upon
priceless Rikhtivel silken sheets, lifting up her precum-drenched skirt and
spreading her lithe little legs with virginal instinct.
   Her bald little mound was bared to his hungry gaze, puffy and reddened,
dewy with innocent desire.  He knelt before her and laid his broad
calloused hand atop her pussy, sending shocks shivering through her as her
moisture slicked his palm.  Removing his hand, he braced his knees into her
inner thighs, her harsh pants matching his own as he grabbed her ankles and
pulled his hips back.  Another hot, thick drop of precum plopped from his
cumslit, directly onto the girlhood his cock towered over, and Keselda
gasped out a scream of delight, writhing in his grasp.
   One thought, and one thought only, burned in the halfling nymphet's mind
now.  To take something greater, more valuable, far more precious than even
the Lodestone - than a hundred Lodestones - his seed, deep within her womb.
   Then Brand drove his hips forward, and even that thought left her mind
as it blanked with pleasure.  Keselda shrieked a high, girlish cry of
profound ecstasy as the Northman king's prodigious cockhead invaded her hot
tight passage, prying her puffened cunny lips apart and stretching her tiny
fuckhole obscenely wide to allow his fat pulsing member entrance.
   Relentlessly, the Titan-blooded pounded his immense, throbbing cock deep
into the little girl's sopping wet, hungrily clutching virgin cunny as she
thrashed, impaled on the spit of his enormous pleasure stick.  "MORE!"
Keselda tried to beg, but her plea came out as a panted scream of hoarse,
barely coherent ecstasy.  She juiced hard, rapture crashing through her
young body in tidal waves of orgasm.
   As Brand's cockknob hit her cervix, she nearly rose off the floor in
shocked delight, her pussy clamping possessively down on his fucktool,
straining to push him deeper into her womb, to make her babymaking hole a
perfect cocksock for his rod.  Brand leered down at her, then pulled back
slightly before pistoning back into her with a groan.
   With a loud, lewd squelch, Brand's huge cockhead popped through her
impossibly small cervix and directly into her young, fertile womb. 
Keselda's shrill cries rose an octave, puncturing the air with the wild,
uninhibited delight of a little virgin girl in desperate, animal heat.  Her
greedy lil pussy clutched and gobbled greedily on his thick pipe as he
rutted her, slamming into her cunny with hard wet smacks as he grunted and
groaned like an alpha claiming his mate.
   Over and over Brand reamed her horny young pussy and womb, till the
halfling girl's body merely collapsed, exhausted from the lusty pleasure
sapping her strength.  The Northman king's slamming pounds shook her body
with concussive force as she screamed out her ecstatic devotion to him in
wordless cries, juicing over and over as he used her little form like his
own personal fuckdoll.
   His cock stretched her womb obscenely, roughly thrusting into her with
his steely hard piston as he used her for his own pleasure.  Keselda knew
nothing but euphoria, her mind lost to all else but the orgasmic sensations
of his massive tool fucking her madly and his hard, sweaty body heaving
powerfully into hers with teeth-chattering slams - and of a burning ache at
her core.  With strangled moans of wild pleasure, she begged him to unload
in her, to fill her achingly empty womb with his thick, hot jizz, to plant
children in her breeding womb.
   Brand anchored his phenomenally large cock deep inside her, his obese,
cum-bloated balls heaving sweatily into her young lil form, and he sated
her craving.  With a primal, bestial yell, the Northman king dumped his
load inside the horny little virgin girl, blowing spurt after spurt after
endless spurt of fertile, viscous, babymaking spunk directly into her
hungry young womb.
   Keselda's breath left her in a soundless rush, and her eyes flared wide.
She flung her head from side to side in the throes of her passion as he
filled her with heat and life, overwhelming her twat with his cornucopial
jizz.  Her fingers clenched spastically on his arms just above where his
hands gripped her ankles, and she creamed harder than she had yet, spilling
her obscene little-girl juices onto the ancient Rikhtivel silks as Brand's
churning cum factories squirted his baby batter into her again and again.
   Brand gasped and grunted wildly, redoubling the force of his
jackhammering as he blew his inexhaustible load deep inside his newest
spunkdumpster, using her willing womb as his personal cum receptacle, while
his horny lil breeder convulsed with uncontrollably powerful,
mind-shattering climax.  His potent jizz fertilized egg after egg, siring a
litter of fucktoy daughters upon the halfling girl, and still his cum pump
spewed more seed into her, till it overflowed out of her madly spasming
cunt.
   Despite all the jizz he shot into her, Keselda's tiny pussy desperately
milked him for more, her womb addicted to her new master's potent cum, even
as her cute lil tummy swelled till she looked nine months pregnant with
triplets.  When Brand finally finished jizzing inside her cocksleeve cunny,
her head and limbs collapsed limply to her sides.  Her pussy still
spastically twitched up and down his massive pole as they panted heavily
with exertion.
   Keselda stole stories for the thrill.  Now she had discovered a thrill
that paled all others - Brand's cum, a jewel more precious by far than any
diamond, any divine Lodestone.  The Northman king began to pull out of her,
and she found strength in herself that she didn't know she possessed,
clamping her pussy down fantastically hard and tight around his tool with a
salaciously wet squelch of gloopy cum and cream, as her hands clutched on
his.  Brand's eyes practically bugged out at the tightness, and he groaned
like a wild beast as her milking pussy wrenched another jet of cockmilk
from him.
   "Please..." she begged.  Her eyes were wide and pleading, full of
adoration and worship, and that one word communicated to her master how
badly she needed him to stay within her horny fuckhole.  He could have
still pulled out of her, his strength undeniable - but he smiled fondly at
her and bent his massive head to press a kiss to her brow.
   And he fucked her all over again.
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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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