Impregnating The Galaxy Ch 22

"Dad!" Aya said as Dorian stepped out of the airlock and into The Collector's Tower. His mixed-race daughter looked just as she had when he last saw her, except her breasts were exposed to allow the two children she carried in her arms to suckle at her perky teenaged nipples.

Behind her was a massive crowd of people filling the corridors. All except the six women of his harem were his biological children. They cheered at the sight of him, the noise of their many cries almost overpowering him.

Aya gestured for him to follow, leading him through the crowd with both Yama and Bermil closely behind.

Dorian waved as he walked, parting the massive group of cheering bodies as he followed her through the hall. Though they were his biological children, there were many faces that he didn't recognize, and even more names that he didn't know. With them all produced by six different mothers, there was a large variety of heights, skin tones, and hair colors.

They emerged on the other side of the long mob, descending down a steep staircase guarded by cyborgs.

"Aya...are they both yours?" Dorian asked, the cheers of his children now far enough away for him to hear himself think.

She stopped when the staircase leveled out, turning to him to display her two children. Both were seemingly over two years old, with the one on the left possessing lighter skin, and the other possessing a dark ebony tone. "They are. You recognize Zet, right?" She asked, gesturing to the lighter skinned one with a proud smile.

"Of course! Waylon's son." He replied.

"These are your grandchildren?" Yasma asked, looking at the two babies in Aya's arms as she cradled her own baby bump. "You couldn't be much older than her!"

"It's complicated. The baby in your womb right now won't only be born much sooner, but it'll also reach maturity faster as well. Why do you think so many women were willing to pay Shing for my sperm?" Dorian explained.

Aya gestured to the darker child. "Dad, this one is Set. He was sired before I even knew you were missing, which is something we REALLY need to talk about after all of this is over with."

"Zet and Set huh?" Dorian asked, before Bermil stepped between them.

"You two can discuss that later. For now, Aya, please escort mis Yasma to our guest quarters. She can remain in The Tower until she gives birth, and we'll start looking for a suitable planet for her to live on when she's ready." Bermil explained

Yasma bowed her head in gratitude, a gesture that she had become well accustomed to during her life as an exotic slave. "Good luck Dorian."

He watched Aya lead her down a separate quoridoor before following Bermil. They reached an elevator, allowing it to take them to the deepest part of The Tower.

Emerging, Dorian recognized it as the location of the huge ancient portal, which sat dormantly in the center of the massive cave.

"I've requested for all one hundred of your children to meet us here in a few minutes, though I wanted to discuss something with you." The Collector said, his voice more serious than Dorian had ever heard from him.

"What is it? I would have expected you of all people to be the most excited about this." Dorian replied, leaning against the strange metal of the monolithic device.

"Oh I am excited, trust me. This'll be the greatest achievement of my life. My mind just wanders back to my conversations with Hex as we get closer and closer to actually passing through the portal."

The mention of Hex sent a tingle of loss through Dorian, knowing that he had lost the strange little AI created by his father. When the deal was done, he'd stop at nothing to get her back. "Before you gave her to me?"

Bermil nodded. "We had many conversations. She was one of the most valuable items in my collection that related to the first empire. The things she revealed about our galaxy's past...I couldn't even imagine before finding her."

Dorian chuckled. "I know what you mean. A couple years ago I wouldn't even be able to dream of what I've found out and experienced."

"Then I'm sure you've heard her make mention of the first empire's past, yes? Dorian...godly tentacled creatures? Conquests across the stars? A scheming hybrid species born from your father's seed? I just...well, I just fear that I am making a mistake with this portal incursion."

Dorian bit his lip, pondering the older man's words. "Hex had also examined her worries about this deal to me after we first met."

They both heard the elevator descending.

"Well, either way, it'll certainly be the greatest discovery of this millenia." Bermil said, reaffirming his adventurous tone.

The elevator opened, delivering several of Dorian's children. It would take several trips for it to carry all one hundred down to the cave. Among the first group was Aya, who walked over to them with another girl beside her. Both of them wore skin tight black and red bodysuit that ended at their thighs and forearms.

Dorian looked at Aya's very revealing new bodysuit, able to see every curve and detail of her body.

The girl accompanying Aya reached out her hand. "Hello father, I don't believe we've formally met before. I'm Anita, your daughter."

"And my granddaughter. Her mother was Talia." Bermil added, giving her a hug.

Dorian looked at the girl and smiled. He had always wondered what became of his twin daughters by Talia, though he never had enough time to investigate for himself. Now, one of them had seeked him out instead. "Very nice to finally meet you Anita." He said, looking her up and down. A fair skinned brunette, she had chin length brown hair. Slightly shorter than Dorian, her bodysuit showed off her desirable body. With a flat, toned stomach and firm C cup breasts, she had the athletic appearance of a gymnast. Her strong thighs had subtle muscles, and Dorian had absolutely zero doubts about her flexibility.

"I've decided that these two should accompany us through the portal." The Collector explained. "They've both proven their capabilities and continually practiced their skills in your absence. While I'm sure you know I'd never intentionally put one of my only grandchildren in danger, I'll give you the final say since you are their father."

Dorian looked them both up and down, pondering. He had no experience with Anita, but Aya had been through a LOT with him. "I told you I'd never put you in danger again, Aya."

She looked him in the eye. "I haven't always made the right decisions. I've even put myself in danger to help you-"

"Set is proof of that little understatement." Anita interjected.

Aya rolled her eyes. "BUT...I've trained every day since you went missing, in the hope I'd find you someday. I wanted to be ready to help you. Even though I didn't get to save you, I'm ready. Please dad, just give me a chance..."

Dorian took a few seconds to think, before looking his beautiful mixed race daughter in the eye. "Well Aya, you're a woman now. You have two kids. If you feel like you're prepared to risk your life to join us, I'll trust your judgment."

She flung herself at him, wrapping him in a hug. He could feel her sensual breasts pressing against his body as he returned the embrace.

"Looks like those are the last arrivals." Bermil said as the elevator opened to deliver yet another large group of Dorian's offspring. "Let's begin."

***

It took several minutes to get everyone into position. All one hundred of them had to gather on the massive ring of the portal, built into the smooth ground. Circular bumps outlined the ring, acting as platforms for each of his children to stand on.

"Stand back until it is activated." Bermil instructed the three of them who would enter.

"What about Aya? Doesn't she have to help activate it as one of the hundred?" Dorian asked.

The older man shook his head. "Anita's twin is taking Aya's place for the activation. The granddaughters you sired for me weren't part of the deal so I didn't count them in the final total. She's still your daughter though, so she'll be completely viable."

The many offspring finished getting into position, where they looked confused.

"Now what?" One of the males yelled.

The Collector cupped his hands to his mouth and returned the yell. "Fear not, it'll detect your DNA and automatically turn on!" He said. Then in a whisper to himself, "Or at least that's how I interpreted it..."

They all waited, over one hundred people silently anticipating what would occur.

Only when a full two minutes that seemed to drag on for an eternity had passed, each circular platform finally began to activate and glow underneath their feet. None could move, as if their very souls had been tethered to the machine. A rope of light extended from each of them and met in the center of the portal ring, swirling clockwise as it steadily grew to meet the edges of the circle.

Bermil gripped Dorian's shoulder. "It's time."

Dorian nodded in agreement, signaling the older man to take the lead.

All four of them stepped onto the Portal's structure, approaching the edge.

Bermil took a deep breath. He had waited decades for this moment. All of his research and study had cultivated with the Portal's activation. He took one last look at his companions before stepping over the edge, falling into the unknown.

Dorian stared down at the swirling vortex of energy as The Collector fell through, utterly disappearing. He forced himself to push aside all of his doubts, desperately hoping that he wasn't about to die. With a jump, he followed Bermil's lead, plunging into the portal.

***

In an instant, Dorian was no longer in the cave under The Tower. He was no longer surrounded by his many loving children. On a world he had never seen before, he was practically tossed out of a portal identical to the one he had jumped into, causing him to roll on the hard ground as he landed.

He got to his feet, taking in his surroundings. Wherever the portal had taken them seemed to be some long forgotten city made out of crumbling dark grey stone. Lacking even a hint of plant life, all he could see were half collapsed towers, with a dull brown colored sky peeking behind them. Whatever species had created these monolithic structures were long gone, replaced by a gentle breeze that scattered grey dust across the many abandoned walkways.

When he saw Bermil, Dorian immediately ran over to him. The older man hadn't been as graceful with his landing, and was clutching at his ankle.

"Wasn't the..ah..gentlest fall." The Collector said as Dorian reached him.

He examined the wound. "At least it doesn't look broken. Can you walk?"

As The Collector attempted to get to his feet, Anita shot out of the portal, followed closely by Aya. Both landed safely, though Aya was forced to dodge Anita as she nearly fell on top of her half-sister.

As the older man stumbled on his injured leg, Anita swooped under her grandfather's arm to support him.

"Do you guys feel that?" Aya asked, turning her head to look down one of the wide stone streets.

"Yeah..I kinda do." Anita replied, continuing to assist Bermil. "I think it's...calling out to me..."

"The hell are you two talking about? I don't feel anything." Dorian asked, brushing the dust off of his jumpsuit.

The Collector spoke up. "Strange...I feel nothing as well. However, I say we follow it. Whatever you two are feeling could lead us to a discovery, which is the entire point of this expedition."

Giving a nod of agreement, Dorian waved his hand in the direction his daughters were staring. "Lead the way then."

***

With Aya guiding them, the group of four traveled down the empty streets of the massive stone city.

It wasn't the first time Dorian and Aya had navigated a destroyed city, though there was something far...stranger...than the bombed city on Zeshan. Apart from the massive stone buildings, there wasn't even a trace of the species that constructed the city. No bones, no vehicles, no machines. Nothing except empty towers. He didn't expect to find a pamphlet explaining everything about the city's creators and their way of life, but at least something!

"We're close." Anita announced as they neared the end of a long road. Ahead, a building stood in their path. Though it was made of the same material, the massive building was wider, surrounded by tall columns that supported a domed roof.

"It feels like my mind is being...pulled..." Aya said, biting her lip as she subconsciously put one hand on her midriff, directly over her womb.

Dorian shot Bermil a concerned look, though the older man seemed too awestruck to notice.

They reached the heavy stone doors. The left was nearly four times as tall as them, while the right had broken from its hinges and collapsed to the floor. The group carefully stepped over the debris, entering a tall hallway. Statues of long dead beings lined the hall, giving them their first glimpse of the species that had built the ruined stone city. A tingle of worry trickled through Dorian as he recognized them from his vision that he had been granted two years ago inside the indestructible cube. He remembered them standing beside his father as the massive tentacled beast approached them.

"Bermil, I think we need to leave. It's not safe-" he began, getting cut off when he heard his companions gasp as they reached the end of the long hall. The corridor had led them to an immense octagonal chamber, with pillars lining the walls. In the center sat the being he was afraid they'd find, a colossal mass of tentacles. Though clearly less than an eighth the size of the creature in his vision, the strange tentacled beast was still considerably massive.

"Good god..." Bermil muttered, gazing up at the gigantic beast. Though it was mostly black, each tentacle ended in a bioluminescent red tip. The sheer number of tentacles, which ranged in size and girth, completely concealed whatever body the creature had.

Dorian's two daughters continued moving forward, seemingly lured by the monster's presence. He grabbed them by their forearms, stopping them.

"Visitors..."

They all instinctively froze when they heard the voice. It sounded feminine, though deep and mature. Strangely, Dorian was certain that it had been inside his mind, rather than out loud.

"It's been soooo long...." The voice continued.

"Who are you? How're you speaking to us?" Bermil asked, taking a step backwards.

"I was once known as The Eighth Zhalla...but that time has long passed..." the creature said, it's telepathic voice holding a hint of sorrow.

Blushing, both Anita and Aya subconsciously rubbed their thighs together, becoming increasingly aroused.

Noticing his daughters' strange behavior, Dorian unsheathed his energy sword. "The hell are you doing to them?!"

"Calm yourself child...they are in no danger. They are merely reacting to my psychic draw. In the days of the empire, it allowed my kind to enslave the people of this world. We accomplished so much...but it was all for nothing..." the monster replied, before changing its tone to be more inquisitive. "Though I am uncertain why it seems to only be affecting females of your...strange species. How did you get here? This world was created to be unfindable."

Bermil spoke up. "My research led me to an ancient portal. We had no idea we'd find...well...all this!"

"Strange...only one hundred with the blood of Drukalmund could have activated an empire portal..." Zhalla stated. "Unless..."

One of the nearly uncountable tentacles extended from the mass, reaching out towards Dorian. He raised his sword, preparing himself.

"Child, if I intended to harm you, you'd already be dead. I simply must...see something..." She said as the tentacle reached him. He begrudgingly allowed it to rest it's tip on his forehead. "Ah I see...you are the son...of The Great Drukalmund..."

"I...don't understand. How would you know that?" Dorian asked, stepping away from the tentacle and wiping off the small amount of slime that it left behind. The slime, despite only being a very small amount that had come into contact with him, made his skin tingle noticeably.

"I've never seen one of...your species before, but your bloodline is undeniable." The monster asserted. "Though the answer to your question is quite simple. Just as an individual shares DNA with their offspring, they also share a spiritual link. This is true for every living creature of every species, connecting parent to child, and child to grandchild for as many generations as the line survives. Now, using the power granted by The Great Drukalmund, all of his descendants are able to sense the connections, including me, as The First Zhalla was created from his DNA. Depending on the power of specific descendents, it is even possible to see an individual's entire bloodline, stretching back to the origin of life in the galaxy. However, that level of power is exceedingly rare, as even I am unable to view that far back."

"Utterly fascinating..." Bermil added, seemingly pondering the creature's telepathic words.

"Hmm...I can also sense that you've sired these two phenomenal beauties." Zhalla added, gesturing with a tentacle to Aya and Anita. "Drukalmund would be quite proud of you."

"If you truly can sense these connections you speak of," Dorian began, "why am I unable to do what you claim?"

"Ah...child...does the son of Drukalmund truly not know? Your mother and father were not Vaidbonded."

Before he could reply, Bermil interjected once more. "Huh, I've come across that concept in my studies of The First Empire. From what I could piece together...it seemed as though being Vaidbonded was similar to a marriage, though on a spiritual level. Additionally, just as children born to non-married couples were born as bastards, non-Vaidbonded couple produced children born with some kind of block on their soul."

The female voice in their head chuckled approvingly. "Very well done. Though I'm not familiar with your concept of 'marriage', you are correct about the block. Known as a Vek to my people, it acts to block an individual's power to a large extent, limiting their potential. All of this is to simply say that you were born with a Vek. However, I can remove it for you using a process known as Vaidimation."

Dorian looked at the giant creature skeptically, though sheathed his weapon. "Why? Why would you help me?"

"You are the son of Drukalmund, the being that founded the empire that led to my creation." Zhalla stated plainly. "Though my predecessors overthrew him, we never hated him. Unfortunately, only now at the end, as I sit on our dead homeworld, I can see that the counsel was wrong. My entire purpose is to rule over and ensure that the empire is stable. I failed. The empire is gone. Now child, hold still."

Before he could ask any further questions, two tentacles reached him and placed themselves against his temples. Immediately, he groaned as he felt a deep squeezing sensation, as if his soul was being compressed.

"Dad...your eyes..." Aya muttered, watching as Dorian's irises slowly turned silver.

Feeling his power steadily increasing as the seconds ticked by, he gasped when the tentacles let go of his head. It was as if a dam had shattered inside his soul, unleashing a flood of power throughout his body and causing him to involuntarily shoot flames from his palms, scorching the stone as they slammed into the chamber's walls.

"Father! Are you alright?" Anita said, running to his side and placing her hand on his shoulder. Still blushing, her arousal had only grown with each passing moment. Her pussy juices had begun to leak down her leg, dripping where her bodysuit ended at mid-thigh.

"I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. I feel...stronger!" He exclaimed, clenching his fists.

"Good..." Zhalla said, her voice echoing in their minds. "You are now Vaidimated. Without a Vek, you have the ability to reach your full potential. It'll still take many decades of training, however. For now, I require something from you."