Not the One - Return to Earth 1
by Dru


Kethlen rocketed out of the black hole, checking to ensure his dark armour was
intact. Though the unique metal was forged by his own immeasurable power, he
had doubted it would survive the journey as well as well as it proved to.
Congratulating himself on another job well done, he set about his business.

The message he had received, transmitted somehow through the wall of the black
hole, had been just the thing he needed to break a cycle of boredom that had
stretched for what threatened to be an eternity. It was a message which
contained three revelations: that there were intelligent beings beyond his
known universe, that they had a ring which bestowed the same powers as his own,
and that Kethlen could travel there through the black-hole.

A plan had formed quickly in his mind. Unknown to poor Kethlen, it was plan
many had tried before him.

It was remarkable to see so many similarities between his current surroundings
and his own universe. But as similar as it was, his deep scan of this alien
environment reminded him he was definitely far from home.

"Where are you?" he wondered, unable to find what he thought would be easily
located.

After several hours drifting through the void searching for evidence of the
Unchosen, and of the council that had asked for his help, Kethlen decided that
much had transpired since he had received the council's telepathic message. He
was starting to wonder just how much had changed when he spotted the unique
radiation signature he had been looking for. It was very thin, as though the woman 
he knew must have laid it had been travelling very fast. But he could follow it.
the trail led to another black-hole.

"Are they all portals?" he wondered. "Every one of them?"

Confident after easily conquering the last black-hole, Kethlen dove through
this one at a greater pace, allowing the intense forces to pull him faster and
faster into the core, then using every ounce of power he could muster to
escape the other side.

"Too easy," he murmured, impressed by his own ridiculous abilities. As usual.

Following the trail that had brought him here, Kethlen found his target
quickly. Using the momentum he had built and managed to maintain, it took him
only few minutes to cross the universe and enter the enormous galaxy the
Unchosen was playing in. Kethlen smiled. She was doing much as he had
thought... enjoying her dominance over everything around her in an orgy of
battle. Kethlen couldn't help but like her a little, but his plan to kill her
and take the ring was foremost on his mind as he crossed the void toward
the surging world of mechanized warfare.

The Unchosen stood completely encircled by machines of war. Even the air above
her was crowded with various flying weapons platforms. From the microscopic to
miniature, from big to gargantuan, her foes were throwing everything they had
at her.

Kethlen watched her dance through her obscenely over-matched enemy with such
clear joy in her movements that it was hard to stop her fun. Steeling himself,
and filling his body with power, Kethlen proceeded on for the kill.

Approaching the planet without slowing, he rotated and aimed his feet at her.

"Die, bitch!"

The impact resulted in a catastrophic explosion, reducing the entire planet to
fragments and scattering the army. As Kethlen rocketed through the other side
of the planet, he rubbed his healing shins and looked around through the
chunks of debris to find the corpse of his quarry. Then he saw her, and he
felt a little jab of fear.

She hovered calmly about thirty meters away, hands on her hips, a look of mild
amusement mixed with chilling menace adding to the raw beauty of her hypnotic
features.

"Did you call me a bitch?"

Without any hesitation, Kethlen surged at her again. This time he dug deeper,
wanting to be sure. This time he put his feet right into her face... only she
moved at the last second.

"You did, didn't you?"

Now she was behind him. He grunted once, and started another attempt when he was
stopped.

"Sorry, but I can't have you dashing about while I'm talking to you. I was
having a lot of fun..."

Kethlen groaned and struggled to move, but he was held fast by her power. As
he writhed about trying vainly to escape, his armour creaked and began to
deform.

"...and you just come blasting in like a fucking cowboy, insult me, and destroy
my toys. Want to tell me what your problem is?"

Kethlen felt her release his head and he stared at her in open fear. She was
exerting forces greater than the black holes he had travelled through, and she
was showing no sign at all of the effort.

"You are not the one..."

"Hold it. I know what you're going to say."

As she spoke to him, Kethlen started to study her more closely. Each moment
that he examined her, he discovered new depths to her truely astonishing
beauty.

"You're here on a mission to save my universe from me, because I'm not
qualified to wield the power of the ring. The Council of the Twelve summoned
you, and you just couldn't bear the thought of minding your own damn business,
so here you are. I've heard it all a hundred times."

Kethlen shuddered as the incredibly attractive creature before him moaned and
increased her strength a thousand-fold, allowing her muscles to gently fill
out.

"A-hundred-and-ninety-two times, to be exact."

"Please... let me go..."

Suddenly Kethlen was free.

"There you go."

The next five minutes were the longest of Kethlen's unimaginably extended
life. He made for home, breaking all his previous speed records. Bang! though
the first hole, through the second, and across his home universe to the
secluded and isolated solar system he had first enslaved all those countless
eons ago.

He touched down in his private courtyard, startling his slaves by his
unexpected arrival.

"My lord!..."

"Not now!" he declared, wanting to escape to his private chambers before
anyone could see how terrified he was. But he did manage to keep arrogance in
his strut as he entered the building and left the horror of his day outside.
He made his way through the many rooms he rarely used and finally opened the
door to his massive bedroom.

"Love what you've done with the place."

Kethlen nearly lost his footing when she spoke. The Unchosen was lying on his
bed being attended to by his two personal favourite sex-slaves. The harem girls 
were so completely engrossed in the task of manipulating pleasure from the 
Unchosen's shamelessly revealed and painfully perfect body that they made no 
acknowledgement of their over-bearing master.

"How..."

"I've been waiting for you, Kethlen."

He cowered. "You know my name?"

"I know everything about you, cutie. How you betrayed your people, how you
betrayed yourself... and how you wanted to betray the Council of Twelve. Ah,
yes. I know what you want. You want what I have. So did they." 

The Unchosen paused to encourage the two slaves with a sultry look. They proceeded 
with even greater enthusiasm. "Some of them really were trying to help. But most,
so far, have been just like you, handsome."

She sighed contentedly as the massage began to work wonders on her endorphin
levels. She sensed her orgasm was close now.

Kethlen was smart enough to see how bad the situation was. If she had already
killed the number of ring-bearers she had claimed, he was even more at her
mercy than his slaves were to his. That was not a comforting thought. "What
are you going to do?"

"Mmmm. These two really are very good. I see why you like them. I'm going to
punish you, asshole. But first..."

The Uncosen closed her eyes and applied her own far stronger hands to bring
herself over the top. The resulting release of pure unbridled sexual energy
sent Kethlen tumbling helplessly through his universe, reducing his private
solar system to base particles and reaching halfway to the next before the
blast faded. When he finally regained control, Kethlen was stunned to see his
tormentor hovering right there, her incredible physique proudly displayed in a
platinum bikini. But he was a little confused by the presence of the two
harem girls.

"Wha..."

"You never did work out how to share your things." The Unchosen gifted her
plaything with a genuine smile. "These girls have talents, Kethlen. They know
how to make a man happy, as you know."

"How is it they live?" he demanded.

"They aren't the delicate flowers they once were. Did it ever occur to you
that you can make others better as easily as you can yourself? I made them as
powerful as you."

Somehow, they were all now standing in a dense forest somewhere Kethlen found
distantly familiar.

"Do you like your master, ladies?"

"No. He's cruel."

"He hurts us. He killed our family."

A clearing slowly grew around them as the trees were bulldozed backward by an
unseen force.

"Why then do you serve him?"

"He is a god. We can do nothing but obey."

Kelthen tried to speak, but found himself unable to.

"That has changed."

"Did you take his power away, Goddess?"

The Unchosen grimaced a bit at being called a goddess, but let it go.

"No." She cast him a raised eyebrow. "Not yet. He's still just as powerful as
before."

The two gorgeous former slaves shrank in disappointment.

"You now share his power." The Unchosen turned to watch Kethlen very closely
as she made her next move. "In fact, why don't you have a little more?"

Kethlen's eyes filled with wonder, then fear, as his two favourite harem girls
transformed before him. Their bodies gently thickening, their muscles swelling
in unison with new strength and power. Both girls went wide eyed as the new
wonderful sensations overwhelmed them. When the Unchosen was done, the two
harem girls were both a foot taller and covered in very threatening, extremely
solid muscle. Somehow, Kethlen realised, far from losing any of their beauty
both were exponentially more alluring with their new supernaturally-powerful
physiques.

"What do you think? Think you'll enjoy playing with your slaves now, master?"

Kethlen gulped as the two girls joyfully ran hands over each other?s bodies,
rubbing and squeezing their muscles with unbridled glee.

"Don't worry. I only gave them about ten ring's-worth each. They'll have no
trouble showing you a good time. Will you girls?"

Neither seemed to notice the question. "I had no idea being powerful felt
so... so fucking good!" one of them was saying, thumping her abdominal wall
with blows so strong that Kethlen could actually see the new treeline a hundred 
feet away shaking.

"Okay. I surrender."

The Unchosen let out a chilling laugh. "You what?"

"I don't want you to let them loose on me... you can have the ring."

"I know."

Kethlen started to remove his ring.

"Oh no you don't."

To his surprise, the ring melted into his flesh.

"Hey! How did you do that?"

"I made your subconscious do it for me. I can't have you taking that off and
ending the girls' fun, now can I?"

Kethlen stepped away, the inescapable horror of his true plight dawning on
him. "Don't you want the ring?"

"Oh, that's okay. I'll get it later. Say, in a thousand years or so."

"No! Please no!"

"What's wrong, Kethlen? I'm being very generous, don't you think? Sure, I'm
going to trap you on this jungle world when I leave. But you get to keep the
ring, and I'm letting you keep your favourite sex-slaves for company. I even
improved their physical condition for you!"

"Look at them! They?re huge!"

"And you wanna know something? They are so much stronger than you think, you
cannot imagine the power they contain. Think about it for it a minute,
Kethlen. You had one ring, and with it ruled the universe for how long? These
two have ten-times that power. And they're going to use it all on you."

Kethlen started to fly away, but felt a vice clamp so firmly on his ankle that
he howled in pain.

"Going somewhere?"

One of the girls had caught him and, try as he might, he could not lift away from
her. She was too heavy, and far, far too strong. With flick of will, she sent him 
into the ground.

The Unchosen decided it was time to leave. "I'll be back for my ring, Kethlen.
Have fun!"

"Wait! Don't leave me with them! They'll kill me!"

"Probably a lot more than once, but that's the price you pay for interrupting
my game. And you'll heal. And heal, and heal... no matter what they do to you."

"Please..."

But she was gone. Kethlen was alone with the two giant harem girls, both of whom
were inching toward him, their footsteps shaking the earth, their over-powered
frames rising and falling with each breath.

"Time for your massage, master..."

Susan erected a barrier around the planet to make Kethlen's prison complete,
then drifted through the void of the alien universe and pondered her next
move. She had played in Roan's universe for longer than she thought. Doing a
few sums in her head she realised it had been years. And while a large number
of ring-bearers, apparently intent on increasing their obscene power, had
interrupted her fun, Kethlen had brought it to a complete stop.

"Bastard," she thought, glancing back to see the two women playfully drawing
screams from him. "You deserve worse."

She briefly considered remaining in Kethlen's universe for a while, but there
wasn't much left after his long reign to be of any interest to her.

"I think it's time I went home."

Saying it aloud made up her mind. It was time. Time to return to Earth....