Impregnating The Galaxy Ch 15

For the next six months, Dorian trained every day, building up his willpower.

During the entirety of the first month he showed absolutely no signs of even possessing the ability to bend space. He did everything Hex said, following her instructions exactly as she guided him through the process of unlocking his power. Each day was spent in a training room inside the Yarrin Pyramid, yet there was no change.

He was beginning to think that Hex was playing some kind of cruel joke on him before, halfway through the second month, he managed to bend space to allow his pointer finger to pass halfway through a small stone. The experience had been so draining that he immediately blacked out, but his determination to learn increased tenfold.

He practiced, his willpower growing until his whole finger passed through. Then his hand, his forearm, and finally his entire arm by the end of the fourth month of training. Blacking out each time he attempted it had slowed his progress, but it did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm, as he was nursed back to consciousness by his beautiful wife and daughter each time.

Spending so much time in Yarrin also allowed him the opportunity to watch as Mira slowly got the hang of ruling the tribal city. He did his best to guide her, though he had no experience in governing a civilization, or even possessing an interest in it. What he did have was a natural instinct to help his daughter in any way he could.

At the end of the sixth month, he was ready to teleport his full body.

***

"Master Dorian, I've been doing research on the planet Zeshan and I think we have a problem." His AI Hex said through the communicator built into his jumpsuit's wrist, which was laying on the floor.

He was in the massive bed in the harem area of The Collector's tower, Zoe and Floria sleeping naked on either side of him. He sat up, careful not to wake them as he got out of bed and picked up his jumpsuit. "What kind of problem?"

"The kind that means we can't land on the planet without permission from The Varian Empire." Hex replied.

"Why? Wasn't the planet abandoned after it's civilization destroyed itself?" Dorian asked, keeping his voice low as to not disturb the two beautiful girls.

"That's what the empire claims, yes. But I've discovered information that proves they were lying. The official story claims that the planet was quarantined due to high levels of radiation. I did some digging, and it turns out that no nuclear bombs were ever set off on the planet's surface. In reality, the planet was cut off from the rest of the galaxy after it attempted to rebel. The empire bombed them into submission before cutting off their supplies and communications as punishment."

"But that was hundreds of years ago. Anyone responsible for the rebellion would be long dead, so why continue to keep them cut off?"

Hex thought for a moment, "Perhaps they want to punish their descendants. Or, maybe so much damage has already been done that it would be impossible to reaccept them into the empire. Either way, the fact is we can't even approach the planet without being shot down by an automated fleet of ships that stay in orbit."

Dorian paced back and forth after slipping his jumpsuit back on. "The fleet is completely automated?"

"Completely. Since the planet isn't very important to the empire, they didn't need to leave any sentient beings to guard it. The fleet is controlled by a very simple artificial intelligence that is programmed to shoot down any ship without an access code. It's complexity is obviously nothing compared to mine." Hex said, a hint of pride in her artificial voice.

Dorian rolled his eyes at her remark. "Well, maybe The Collector knows someone who can give us an access code."

He walked to the door, only taking a second to look back at the two girls sleeping in the bed. As per the agreement with The Collector, they had both contributed to birthing Dorian's children. While he spent the majority of the last six months in Yarrin, he visited his harem each month to reimpregnate them. Due to his genetics speeding up reproduction, the total number of children he had created with the harem had reached seventy two out of the required one hundred. Seventy two unique individuals created by his seed. The thought filled Dorian with intense pride each time he dwelled on it.

Walking through the corridors of the tower, he passed many of his sons and daughters. Having so many offspring had given Dorian the opportunity to observe how his interdimensional genetics functioned. Each child only took a couple of months to reach maturity, as those who were born after the first few rounds of insemination already looked as if they were eighteen years old. However, they seemed to stop aging after that point, making Dorian recall how the doctors at his orphanage explained that he wouldn't be able to die of old age.

As he walked he said hello to each of his children that he passed, making his way towards Bermil's office. Before he reached it, however, he was stopped by one of his daughters.

"Dad! Uh, hi there." The girl said, inserting herself between Dorian and the office door. As one of the children of Sava, she was mixed race. Her skin was lighter than her mother's, though darker than Dorian's. Her very dark brown hair was swept to the left, kept semi short. Her form fitting clothes showed off her athletic body, complimented by her C cup breasts.

"Hello." Dorian replied, not expecting to be ambushed. He had talked to her before, as he tried to interact with all of his children as much as he could. Having so many made it difficult to keep track of individual details, and his mind worked quickly while he tried to remember her name. "Ifera, right?"

"Aya. Ifera is one of your other daughters."

"Ah, Sorry.."

"Don't worry, having seventy kids must be difficult. You're trying at least." She replied calmly. "What're you up to? Going on another adventure?"

"Preparing for one actually. Why?"

"I was wondering if, well, I could go with you...." Aya said, her hands behind her back as she looked at him, half seductive and half pouty.

"You...want to come with me?" He said, surprised.

"Of course! I've lived in this giant tower my whole life, I'd really like to experience the galaxy in person instead of just pictures and stories. Plus, we'd get some daddy daughter bonding time. It would mean a lot to me..."

Being called a 'daddy' filled him with lust, even if it wasn't her intention. He realized that none of them had ever been outside the tower during their short lives. "As much as I'd like to bring you along, it's way too dangerous."

Rather than showing disappointment, her face displayed resolve. She had expected him to deny her, but she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Dangerous? How?"

"Well, after I get a hacker I'm going to sneak past an entire fleet before landing on a planet whose civilization was bombed to hell. I have no idea what I'll find there, so I'm not going to bring my daughter into something like that." Dorian said firmly.

"If you need a hacker, couldn't I at least go with you to find one?" She asked.

The request was reasonable, though Dorian's new fatherly instincts told him that it was a bad idea. "I don't even know when I'll be able to find one. Just...let me think about it. I was about to talk to Bermil. Lets see what he has to say first, alright?"

Aya looked reluctant, but she agreed before moving aside, allowing him to enter the office.

Bermil, The Collector, was right where Dorian expected him to be. He was looking out of his giant window, staring off into the oxygenless wastes.

"Bermil? Are you busy?" Dorain asked the older man.

"Not at all my boy," he said as he turned away from the window. "What can I do for you?"

Dorian explained the situation with the fleet, hoping that he'd have a solution.

"Hmm...there is one hacker that might be able to help you. I've used her in the past to 'acquire' some of my artifacts who's previous owners were reluctant to sell."

"You mean steal?" Dorian replied plainly.

"If you want to be so blunt about it, yes. I've hired her many times to hack into security systems, allowing a team of mercenaries to slip in and take the items that I wished to possess." Bermil explained.

"I guess the fleet is a type of security system...except I'll be killed if she fails. Do you trust her?"

"I do. She's proven herself to be very reliable."

Dorian folded his arms, staring out of the large window just as The Collector was. "In that case, what's her name?"

"You'll have to ask her that yourself, as she prefers to remain anonymous to most people. However, I'll set up a meeting for you."

"Thank you Bermil, I appreciate it. I'll repay the favor."

The Collector held up a hand. "No need, I'm happy to help. You've made great progress towards activating the portal. In fact, at this rate I predict that we'll be able to see what's on the other side within three more months."

"I only hope we don't regret it." Dorian said, though mostly to himself.

"Do you...have a concern regarding the portal?"

"I've been talking to my artificial intelligence about it. She thinks that it might be a bad idea to activate it." Dorian said, a slight reluctance in his voice.

"Well, it will certainly be dangerous. I won't force you to come with me, though it would be very disappointing not to have you by my side."

"It's not me that I'm worried about." Dorian explained. "We have no idea what's on the other side. We might be freeing something harmful to the entire galaxy for all we know." He said, echoing Hex's words.

The Collector let the statement hang in the air before replying. "I'll admit that what you say is a very real possibility. However, it is equally possible that we will discover something that helps the galaxy. We might be doing a disservice to everyone if we choose to leave it unexplored!"

"Or me might be killing them instead..." Dorian said, his expression hard.

There was a silence between them, only ending when Bermil let out a sigh and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Dorian, I don't make this decision lightly. I've thought about this for years, weighing each outcome to the best of my ability. I truly believe that this is the right thing to do. Still...I'll consider what you said. Perhaps there are more precautions I can take."

"I understand, thank you." He replied. It was clear that Bermil respected his opinion, though Dorian wasn't exactly sure why. They had known each other for nearly a year now, and in that time The Collector had come to see him as a son. Sure, Dorian's unique DNA directly tied into Bermil's interest in The First Empire, but as for his mind his knowledge about the strange galaxy was miniscule compared to the older man's. Dorian could offer nothing to Bermil except a deep curiosity in everything they discussed.

"Fear not, my boy, when the time comes for us to dive into the unknown, we'll be ready. I promise you that." He said, turning to walk to his desk. "But we can discuss this further later. For now, I'll contact the hacker."

***

After Bermil set up a meeting in a bar on the heavily populated planet Tovan, Dorian knew that he couldn't bring Aya along with him. A shady cantina was hardly the right place to take her for her first time leaving the tower.

He was ready to tell her the bad news as he exited the office, but was surprised to see that she was gone. He asked around, questioning if anyone in the tower had seen her, but they all claimed that they didn't know where she was.

Since he had a schedule to keep, he decided that he'd explain his decision to her when he got back.

After boarding The Chimera, he piloted it away from the tower's docking port and began the journey to his destination.

"Master? Where are we going?" Hex asked through the ship's control panel.

"To find a hacker." he replied.

"I'm insulted that you didn't think to consult me about it." she said, her voice prideful.

"Well do you think that you could hack into the fleet? It would save me a lot of time if you could."

She hesitated for a moment. "Uh...I could try..."

"Exactly, I need to be certain that this'll work or we're both dead."

"Well...fine, master."

***

Upon arrival on Tovan, Dorian departed The Chimera and began searching for the meeting place. Massive skyscrapers towered over him as he walked down the crowded streets.

There was no end to the variety of strange species that passed him. Bipedal beings that walked on two limbs, quadrupeds that crawled, and some that did neither as they slithered along. Each species seemed to have a different number of limbs, all with different purposes.

The neon lights of the city gleamed off of the individuals that had scales, while others seemed to be camouflage in the night's darkness. He knew that The Varian Empire had offered incentives to nonhumans to inhabit the planet, as they'd remain off of other worlds.

With so many different and unique forms of sentient creatures going about their daily lives, Dorian almost felt as if his own human form was somehow strange. He was relieved to separate from the moving masses when he reached the meeting place and ducked into the bar.

The interior contained more bizarre species, though he saw a larger number of humans inside. He was also surprised to see the cantenia's main entertainment consisted of completely naked females dancing seductively. While there were some human dancers, the majority could only be described as 'humanoid', as they were most likely hybrids.

He watched them, noticing their vibrant skin tones. Some were blue, pink, green, and red. Their bodies swayed enticingly as they danced. Dorian had heard rumors of slavers selectively breeding their human's with other species to achieve traits that they considered to be most desirable, and he had a feeling that these women may have been created through that process.

The Collector had told him that the hacker would meet him in the private booth farthest from the main entrance. Sure enough, Dorian spotted a booth that matched the description and made his way towards it. It was empty, so he sat down alone.

Watching the dancers, he couldn't help but get increasingly more aroused. The way they moved, swayed their hips...he thought of how it would be to bend them over and-

His thoughts were interrupted when a girl walked up to him and sat down at the booth. "You're Dorian, right?" she asked.

She looked to be in her mid twenties, with ebony skin and long dreadlocks. While her attractive toned body would normally be his main focus, he couldn't help but stare into her eyes, which were as green as emeralds. She wore a white cloak over tight black clothes, the loose hood pulled up over her head.

"Well?" she asked again, "Are you?"

He realized that he had been so caught off guard by her attractive features that he hadn't answered her question. "Sorry, yes, I'm Dorian. I'm guessing you're the hacker?"

She giggled at his response, her voice seductively deep. "Yes, but you can call me Zaefa. I wanted to see if you'd even show up before giving you my name."

"That's understandable. Did Bermil mention what I need you for?" he asked, leaning back into the cushions of the seat.

"He wasn't specific, but with him it's usually about stealing something odd." Zaefa answered, folding her arms which pushed her firm breasts up. Her top allowed him to see a small amount of her smooth skin.

Dorian shook his head. "Not this time, though what I need is equally illegal, if not more so. There's a fleet blocking my path to Zeshan. I need to get past it."

She put her finger on her supple, plump lips as she pondered his request. "Isn't that an abandoned planet?"

"It's complicated, but the planet isn't abandoned. I need something that's located there, but I can't get to it."

"Hmm, well when dealing with a fleet the easiest way would be to create an access code. I could do that for you, for a price of course."

"Such as?"

Before speaking, she leaned in closer to him, putting her elbows on the table. Then, lowering her voice, she spoke. "I know who you are Dorian. If I do this for you, I want something more valuable than credits."

He looked at her in suspicion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Let's just say I like to keep tabs on my business partners. Since Bermil hires me often, I keep a closer eye on him than I normally would. I've created a backdoor into his network, which gives me access to his entire database. You're in that database."

The fact that she had been spying on The Collector surprised him, though not nearly enough as learning he had been taking records of him.

Seeing the surprise on his face, she smiled deviously. "What, you didn't know that he was studying you? Keeping track of each time one of your little sex slaves gave birth? Recording how long they took to reach maturity?"

"They aren't sex slaves." Dorian interrupted, a hint of anger in his voice.

She put her hands out in a calming gesture. "I'm not here to judge. I'm actually quite impressed. I mean, over seventy successful inseminations in under a year? Not to mention the numerous unrecorded ones that you've caused during your travels. Did you know that you got them pregnant the first try, every single time? That's a one hundred percent success rate!"

His cheeks were red with embarrassment. "So? What does this have to do with your payment?"

"I'm telling you because I know that women across the entire galaxy would pay highly for sperm like yours. I mean, sperm that's guaranteed to get any women pregnant, no matter what? Imagine all of the desperate women and couples who want to conceive but can't, waiting for something like this."

"So...you want a sample of my sperm as payment?" He asked, not believing the situation he was in.

"Not quite." She said, leaning closer and taking his hands gently in hers. "Hacking into things illegally has been...dangerous, to say the least. I want out, but I can't do that without credits. That's why...I want you to give me a son."

Dorian almost thought that he misheard her. The request was so straightforward and abnormal, that he didn't know how to react. "A...son?"

"Yes. Based on the data I found about you, I know that a son sired by you would reach sexual maturity quickly. At that point I'd be able to sell his sperm for as much as I would be able to sell yours, only with the added bonus of being able to sell it over and over again. I'd be able to earn more credits than I ever did while hacking!"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Come on Dorian, don't judge. I know you've made some kind of deal with Bermil to unload your seed into his girls every month. Is this really that different?"

"Well...yes! Completely!" He yelled.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid, you know that's not true. We're both using our reproduction to benefit ourselves, there's nothing wrong with that."

His mind switched back and forth, considering the insane request that she had just presented. He couldn't deny the fact that the thought of knocking up the beautiful ebony women in front of him drove him crazy with lust. Her outfit showed off just enough of her perfect athletic curves to make him want nothing more than to rip it off and discover the rest of her body. On the other hand, could he really bring another son into the world for the single purpose of turning him into a breeder? What if the child refused when he came of age? Would Zaefa force him against his will?

When he didn't answer after a long while, she continued. "I'd be a good mother to him too, if that's what you're worried about. I'd take care of him as best I could. I mean, he'd be my son too!"

"What if it's a girl?" He asked, pointing out a flaw in her plan.

"If it's a girl, then we'll agree to keep trying until it's a boy." She said, looking deep into his eyes. "So? What do you say? An access code for a son?"