Unknown Heir

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, First, Cream Pie, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: I never knew who my father was. When my mother took me to the fancy ball I was bored. Until the mercenaries struck and I had to protect myself and my mother. I failed and she and everyone else died. I staggered out with her body and my life changed. I found out who my father was but to me that did not matter, I wanted those that had killed my mother.

I never knew my father and my mother was a high class whore. Her clients were the rich and powerful. They were merchants and nobles and ambassadors from many governments. All I knew about my father was he was very powerful. From a very early age I began classes in martial arts and weapons and that was before all the other classes like law and business.

I have had good schools and tutors but since my mother was a whore I suffered a lot of ridicule and disdain. I also got into a lot of fights and won more than I lost. My mother was a temptress that would even flirt and temp me if she was bored. Long before I turned sixteen I knew I would fuck my mother if she let me ... I never got the chance.

I checked the fancy suit for the twentieth time and glanced across the busy ballroom floor. This was the imperial residence which did not mean the emperor or any of his family were here. The people that were here were nobles from a dozen governments and ambassadors as well as rich merchants.

With the rich and powerful were courtesans and escorts. There were also those that fawned over them and assistants. There were bodyguards and interpreters and the ballroom was filled with babbling noise. I turned and looked out the front window and did not understand why my mother had brought me.

I shifted and frowned when I saw the muzzle flashes before the faint sound registered. Men in uniforms were rushing around and the night came alive with a hundred more weapons firing. I spun and started down the room while people continued to babble. My mother was almost at the other end and I was moving along the wall.

The entrance was a open double door and just as I reached it four men stepped in. They were not wearing uniforms but they did have new weapon harnesses as well as assault rifles. I was using long strides and stepped into the one on their left. My right hand snapped out to grab the rear stock while my left struck the receiver.

The weapon spun until it was pointed at the other three and the man reacted by squeezing the trigger. The rifle was on auto and began spraying the head of two men before I shifted and the head of the last seemed to explode. The man jerked as he let go of the weapon and I spun around to my left.

I extended my left arm with it cocked and slammed the back of my elbow into his head. He flew back and down as I moved after him and brought the side and heel of my shoe down in a strike to crush the throat. I spun as I looked at the silent ballroom and knelt to strip the weapon harness off the man and put it on.

I took the rifle and the pistol in a thigh holster before moving to one of the other men. Four bodyguards had moved and were stripping the others as I tucked a second pistol under the belt in the small of my back. I stood and moved back into the ballroom and started towards the end where I had last seen my mother.

The whole room had become small groups of guards with one or two people in the center. I shoved a guard out of my way when I saw my mother. He growled but I ignored him as I knelt and pulled my mother to her feet, "mom?"

She hugged me tight, "Nick!"

I hugged her as I looked towards the kitchen door, "time to go mom."

I held her in my left arm as I started for the door and shifted so I held the rifle in my right hand. We were almost there when it burst open and three men rushed out. They were not in uniforms and were pointing rifles so I acted. I lifted the rifle I was carrying and flicked the selector to auto and sprayed them.

They went down without shooting but mom pulled away. I shifted and started to move after her when the world ended. An explosion ripped the whole front of the building off and shredded almost everyone in the ballroom. Those not hit and torn apart died from the concussion or when they were crushed against the back wall.

I was still in front of the kitchen door and was sent flying through it and into the kitchen where I crashed into stacked boxes. Fire alarms screamed and mixed with the few people still alive. Smoke and dust filled the air and debris was still falling from the ceiling. I struggled out of the boxes that had saved my life and staggered to the door.

I found my mother's body under a pile of debris and held her and rocked as I tried to understand. My ears were still ringing and I had blood coming out of my eyes, ears and nose. I slowly lifted her in my arms and turned to carry her into and through the kitchen. When I stepped out the back door soldiers were everywhere.

I ignored them as I continued to walk and one appeared to stop me. I looked up from my mother and growled and he shifted to one side, "put her down on the edge of the parking area sir."

With the damage to my ears I could not hear what he said. I started moving and when I reached the grass I stopped and slowly knelt. I could not put her down and just held her and rocked. I do not know how long it was before someone knelt beside me and slowly worked her out of my arms and onto the grass.

All I could do was look at her battered body and a medic pulled until he got me to my feet. I do not remember much after that as even more soldiers appeared and rescue teams and constables. I woke in a hospital bed with thick bandages on my head. My whole body ached and felt as if it had been run over.

I groaned as I shifted and a man stepped up beside the bed. He was in a constable uniform and cleared his throat, "can you hear me Mr Golden?"

I nodded as I slowly reached up to touch the bandages. He did not smile as he gestured, "they had to completely replace your inner ear and..."

He shook his head, "I will let the doctors explain about that. I need to know what happened inside the imperial residence."

I tried to sit up and he waited before I took a breath as memories returned. As I talked he listened and took notes and then he began asking questions. Why did I and what happened and where was and a lot of questions I could not answer. When he stopped I looked at him, "why and who did it?"

I knew I was going to go after whoever was responsible. He shook his head, "the bodies we have recovered were mercenaries. We are still following the few leads we have. At least the duke was late and not one of the dead. We have people from three dozen governments and at least six other duchies that want in on our investigation."

He looked at me and bit his lip, "the emperor has sent special agents and judges on a courier ship. He wants the ones responsible."

He looked at the door as a man in uniform stepped in. He looked at me, "your mother's body was buried this morning."

I stiffened, "what?"

He sighed, "you have been unconscious for five days. Besides the ears and cuts and contusions you had a severe concussion."

He nodded to me and set a card on the bed, "if you need to talk."

He left and the soldier stood aside, "we need to move you sir."

I blinked, "what?"

He cleared his throat, "the duke wants you."

I did not understand and thought it was for more questions and looked around, "my clothes..."

I remembered the bloody tatters I had been wearing but he gestured and another soldier walked in with a bag. It was not easy or fast but I managed to dress myself. I hesitated when I was done, "I had weapons."

He returned my look and I growled, "I want them back."

He smiled, "to kill the bastards?"

I stood slowly, "yes."

He gestured, "I will find or replace them if I do not."

The doctors and nurses protested but the soldiers, (two dozen) escorted me out. I sat back in the vehicle as a whole convoy streaked through the city. My mind kept returning to my mother and when I glanced up it was to see a huge walled estate. It was at least as large as the imperial residence but from what I saw it was better protected.

The manor was just as huge and when I walked into the study the man behind the desk stood. He gestured and the half dozen people in the room left. I looked at the door as it was closed and then I looked at the duke. He walked around the desk and gestured to a chair, "sit before you fall down."

I moved to the chair and slowly sat and he leaned back against the desk, "I am your father Nick."

I froze and then looked at him carefully. Everyone knew the duke did not have a wife or children. He smiled, "your mother was..."

I stood, "a whore and now she is dead."

He straightened, "she was a lady and my friend. You will not speak of her as if..."

I growled as I moved towards him, "and who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to think? You were never her friend. She was just the whore you used."

He clenched his fists and started to reach for me before he stopped. He turned and walked toward a huge armored window, "there are reasons."

I snorted as I spun and started for the door, "no there are excuses."

He turned, "where do you think you are going?"

I looked at him from the door, "home."

He shook his head, "you are home. All your things have been brought."

He gestured to the chair, "sit."

I shook my head, "you think because you are my father..."

He sighed, "sit Nicholas. There are things you need to know."

I growled as I moved towards him, "the only thing I want to know is who killed my mother. When I find out they are dead."

He straightened and then smiled, "now that I can live with."

He walked around the desk and sat, "as you know the empire of Ren is not that large. Mist is the only system with three habitual planets. That makes me the strongest duke in the empire. I have no family or living relatives that will inherit."

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