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Morgan's Curse

By: haramiru



Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic fantasy. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. 

Part 1a: The Sorceress and the Hound

"I'm so tired of this immortal bitch schtick," I said to the vixen in the mirror.

Most women would kill to have the body I saw in the mirror. The one I was occupying at the time was around 25 years old, curvy in all the right places, and just starting to bulge a little in the midriff. Due to my curse, my body is always either pregnant or male. I can barely use magic in male bodies, so I'm just about always pregnant instead. I did get tired of not seeing the same face in the mirror for long, though.

I reached down and caressed my belly, thinking for a moment of the life growing within me. I wouldn't stay in this body long enough to reach the uncomfortable stage, but I didn't intend to switch for a while either.

Different pregnancies affected me in different ways. During some, I didn't want to even touch men. During others, it was all I could do to keep from jumping the first man I saw. This one felt like it wasn't drawn one way or the other, so I saw it as an opportunity to resolve some business matters which had accumulated lately.

My stomach rumbled a little, and I sighed. I lived in the penthouse suite of a very nice hotel in Las Vegas, which over time has learned not to ask questions about the many different people coming in and out of in its penthouse. The only thing they particularly care about is that the credit card, in the name of one Morgana LeFay, continues to accept whatever charges I deem necessary. I also occasionally cast a glamor spell so that I can walk in wearing the face which they've come to recognize as my own. Over my seemingly interminable existence, I've amassed enough money to buy several islands, if not a country. At this point, I only care about money because it keeps people off of my back. And if people are willing to ignore whatever twisted depravity which they imagine I'm involved in, they'll never guess that I'm actually a cursed, displaced soul who possesses a new body every few months.

There wasn't much point to dwelling on that, though. I was a few months out from needing a new body, but only minutes out from needing a waffle. I slid my lightly tanned, ladylike legs off of the side of the bed, slipped a silken blue bathrobe over my shoulders, and wandered towards my bedroom door.

My penthouse's kitchen was right next door, in which my servant Argyle was already cooking a delicious repast. He glanced over at me as I approached, regarding my flawless body for a few seconds.

"Your tit's out," he casually observed. Glancing down, I saw that was indeed the case. "Damn, I'm not even lactating yet and these things are already growing," I muttered.

Argyle shrugged and set a plate in front of me as he poured batter into the waffle mold. "A bit forgetful this time, eh?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Apparently so. Don't get your hopes up, though. I won't forget our contract."

Argyle made a sigh that sounded like a car driving through a hailstorm of razor blades. "I'd had my hopes," he observed.

I reached out and playfully tapped Argyle's long, tapered ear. "I'm not such a horrid mistress, am I?", I asked. "Besides, I can't exactly leave you to your own devices."

Argyle smiled, revealing the double rows of thin, needle-sharp crystalline teeth in the jaw under his bat-like face. "Some day I will be free again, my mistress. I shall taste once more the sweet blood of the innocent, then fuck them to hell."

I thumped him on the back of his scaly, bat-like head. "Oh, be quiet. You know you prefer the taste of sinners anyway." Argyle may be a lust demon, but as they go he's relatively benign. In his more laid-back moments, he's even confessed to preferring the diet of rapists and pedophiles which I've fed him throughout our professional relationship.

I folded one leg over the other at my suite's dining table and my robe slipped open again, revealing the gentle bulge of my developing belly. Argyle set the waffle I'd been craving on my plate, along with strawberry jam and a fresh pitcher of whipped cream. He was an excellent cook for a demon, and just telepathic enough to know what I'd want for breakfast before I woke up.

My demonic servant waited patiently as I ate my breakfast, then set a tablet in front of me. It was open to my appointments for the day. "You have a meeting with Mr. Wulf at noon, at his place. You may want to consider getting ready."

When I finished my waffle, I stood up and walked towards the bedroom. As I walked, I untied my robe and let it flutter to the floor behind me. I was now nude, walking down the hallway with a seductive sway to my ass. From behind, you couldn't even tell that I was pregnant.

"Prepare the car, Argyle", I commanded over my shoulder. I saw Argyle nod, and then came a dull thump and a whiff of sulfurous smoke. As the smoke thinned, I could see that Argyle's demonic visage had been replaced by that of a handsome middle-aged black man in a suit.

I reached the center of my bedroom and turned towards my closet, spreading my arms and expending a little bit of Power. The door creaked open and an elaborate silk robe flowed out and flew towards me. The sleeves impaled themselves on my arms, then the robe wrapped itself around me. Lastly, a sash tied itself around me and set itself with a tug.

I lifted slightly off the ground as my high heels slid into place under my feet, buckling themselves onto me just before I sank to the floor. A tiara, necklace, and diamond earrings flew to me and completed the ensemble as I walked back to Argyle. He bowed, and I walked past him into the open door of my private elevator.

We rode my elevator all the way to the parking level, where my stretch Mercedes was kept in a private cage right outside. I slipped into the back as Argyle took his customary position behind the wheel and started up the car. The roll-up door separating my car's stall from the rest of the parking garage opened, and Argyle drove us forward. A few turns later, we emerged from the parking structure under the hotel and made a turn onto the Vegas strip.

A while later, we were in one of the many outlying suburbs. Argyle pulled the car over in front of a nondescript run-down looking house with a big front yard.

"You'd imagine that he could simply conjure some painters", I remarked as I stepped out onto the cushioned stool which Argyle placed in front of me. He placed the pillow back inside after I stepped off of it onto the driveway in front of Mr. Wulf's residence.

"Mistress", Argyle hissed in a demonic voice which clashed with his illusory face, "you know that Mr. Wulf hates my kind. But that only my kind would actually lift a finger in real work."

I nodded. "If you want something done and don't care if anyone is happy, conjure a demon. If you want nothing done but everyone to be happy, rely on pixies." Indeed, with each step up his walkway, the perception of the front yard changed. At first it was subtle; the plants seemed sharper and more vibrant. But halfway up up the walkway, the shapes of the plants themselves changed. What had appeared to be bushes, were actually waist-high toadstools. Fading into existence as if they were a mirage, I could see shimmering outlines of sleeping or hung over pixies. By the time we made our way to the front door, it was apparent that the entire front lawn was a faerie ring vibrant with life. The house itself was far from the run-down domicile we'd pulled up in front of as well; it had grown considerably, and was actually a huge mansion which defied the actual dimensions of the house as perceived from the road. Argyle shivered uncomfortably. "I'm afraid you must come with me, my friend," I said.

Argyle opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the door creaking open. Mr. Wulf's assistant, a long-haired elf named Tanya, answered the door in a shimmering, blue-tinted transparent robe. Even while wearing a female body, I had to admire her perky tits and erect nipples. "Mr. Wulf will see you now", she announced in melodic tones.

We were escorted into a sitting chamber, where Mr. Wulf sat atop a couch all of his own. "Punctual as always, Morgana," he intoned. I looked deep into his brilliant gold eyes and nodded.

"I'm here at your request. You said earlier that the fates have interpreted for me the meaning of my vision?"

Mr. Wulf smiled, his eyes twinkling and his fangs just peeking out from his lips. He was a huge white faerie hound, easily two hundred pounds, with a coat so fluffy that he looked twice as big. Imagine a pale white wolf with the fur of a Great Pyrenees dog, and then you would have a pretty good image of what was sitting on the cushion front of me. "For the first time this century, the end of your curse is within your power."

I was pleasantly surprised by this news. "Do you know anything more?" I asked hopefully.

Mr. Wulf nodded solemnly. "I know that, one way or another, your journey will end in California. He who inflicted your curse has just been reborn."

My eyes flashed violet with rage as I shrieked, "MERLIN?"

Mr. Wulf slid off of the couch and padded along the smooth marble of his mansion's foyer, pacing towards me. The rolling muscles just beneath the surface of his skin were emphasized as he loomed closer, his huge shaggy head remaining stable as the rest of his body swayed. He sat down on his haunches in front of me, then cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

"You do want to be free of this curse, don't you Morgan?" he asked.

I gritted my teeth and nodded. "Yes, I do."

Mr. Wulf nodded solemnly. "The prophet also told me that if you're going to have a chance, there are a few conditions which your journey must meet."

I sighed. Prophets often had strange requests, but ignoring them was a guaranteed way to fail. "Tell me what I have to do, then."

Part 1b: Hitching a Ride

Argyle and I walked back to the car, and he started to open the door for me. I declined to enter, though. "Actually, Mr. Wulf says we must start this journey with nothing. We can have only what we find or take from this point forward," I said.

Argyle frowned. "No car, then. And your clothes?"

I grumbled. "You're right, no clothes either." I stretched out my arms, and my robe untied itself. It dropped to the floor, leaving me standing nude in the middle of the driveway. I pulled off my necklace and other jewelry, then handed it all to Argyle. He looked down for a moment at my full, rounded tits before he opened the door and stashed everything inside.

"I may use my magic as I like, however," I said.

Unfortunately, conjuring spells consume more power than any other class of spell. Creating anything out of nothing was going to burn a lot of Power, and my Curse meant that I had no reserves to speak of. But it had to be done, or else I'd be too conspicuous and would have to burn even more Power to get out of the situation. I looked down for a moment and caressed my nearly flat belly, wistfully reminding myself that it's the last time I would see it that flat in this body.

And then, I snapped my fingers. The air around me began to shimmer, and then my body was shrouded in a thin, cool mist pulled together from the air itself. I levitated in the air for a few inches as the mist solidified, forming itself into jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes. The only reserve of Magick I could draw on, my little one's life force, burned rapidly as I materialized clothes from thin air. Even as my new clothes finished materializing, my belly shook violently for a moment, then began to expand with a vengeance. My abdomen swelled rapidly outward as the baby aged, his life force burning as it fueled my spell. My child's life is the only source of Power I have, and as my child ages within me, my pregnancy advances rapidly. I'd meant to take this one slow, stretching out the pregnancy out for three months or more, but I knew I'd burn through the rest of my gestational period today.

I ran my hand along the swollen orb of my belly. I now appeared to be in my fifth month, as my belly was bulging out now, unmistakably with child. The shirt I'd conjured had been form-fitting when it was initially conjured, but I'd continued expanding for a while after it had materialized, so my burgeoning midriff was bare and exposed by the too-small shirt. My breasts had swollen as well, and were barely contained by the shirt. I hadn't spent any Power in conjuring a bra, and the dark discs of my nipples were slightly visible through the white cotton shirt.

I didn't want to burn any more magic re-sizing my clothing, so I simply shrugged and began walking down the street. "What are the terms of this journey, my mistress?" asked Argyle.

"We're permitted to rely on our cunning, magic, strength, and guile to get there, and to end the curse. That means we kill Merlin. However, we may make no use of anything derived from our life up to this point."

The demon wrinkled his forehead. "We're to make this journey as if we were homeless?" he inquired.

I nodded, then thought for a second and plucked his cellphone off of his hip. "I'm afraid this comes from our finances too." He hissed, an angry and peeved sound, as my finger glowed in preparation to disintegrate it. "That's my favorite phone, mistress."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, then flattened out my palms and cast a small gating spell. The phone vanished between my hands and reappeared in our hotel suite. My baby kicked violently as he grew, and I buckled slightly. Argyle caught me as I stumbled, my hands covering my belly as it swelled ever so slightly more. "Damn my generous nature," I said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you, mistress", Argyle said as he helped me back to my feet.

I waddled along the sidewalk, my belly swaying gently. My shirt, which was tight when I'd first conjured it, now rode most of the way up my belly. There was a carnal fire burning in the back of my head, fuzzing the corners of my consciousness. Being powered by fertility magic produces the problem that the sex can interfere with my thought processes a little. I was now at the stage where being pregnant started feeling good, the bigger the better as the Power of my fertility flowed through my body in an almost electric buzz. I cast another spell to lighten my feet and make it easier to walk, and idly stroked my taut belly as the baby stretched inside me, getting used to his new size.

"I'll need a new body soon," I commented to Argyle. He nodded and blinked, and the deep brown eyes of his illusory self momentarily faded out, replaced by the deep crimson of his real eyes. My bodyguard scanned from side to side, looking around with senses other than conventional vision. "I see what we need about two miles away in that direction," he said.

Under my lightness spell, walking along wasn't very hard. I practically drifted along the ground, my belly swaying perkily as it defied gravity. I looked like I was about six months along at this point, and my fetus squirmed as my Power flowed from him, growing him rapidly as his very growth fueled my spells.

Around us, the neighborhood went from nice to shabby as big cities tend to. BMWs gave way to Hondas, and then to old junkers. Mansions became suburbs, then rental houses, and then we reached block after block of big multi-unit apartment complexes. I was high on Power, recklessly tuning my senses to their peak as I saw through people and things as we walked. I cast another spell on my child, calming him in the hopes that he'd stop trying to kick his way out. Argyle hissed a warning, and then began to fade. First he became a little translucent, then he faded farther and farther until he simply vanished. Only the slightest heat-like shimmer betrayed his presence to the mundane world. For what I needed, I had to look like I was alone, and Argyle knew it.

The sidewalk was dusty and broken, with weeds growing through the various cracks. The dying lawn in front of the apartment complex seemed to cry out for a drop of moisture, and in a moment of compassion I cast a rejuvenation spell on it. A cooling mist of water covered the brown grass, and the plants responded immediately, greening and healing. I hunched over in discomfort, but not quite pain, as my uterus began sliding downwards within me, and the fetus began rotating into a birthing position. I needed to be careful at this point, because using much more Power could possibly put me into labor.

"Hey, what's up baby?" demanded a voice from my left. I looked up to see a young white man in his 20s or so in a tank top, with a basketball player's lanky but toned figure. "I'm just catching my breath," I said.

He smirked, stepping forward confidently. "You all right mama?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'll be fine, just let me catch my breath," I repeated.

He shook his head. "I would, but I can't let a pregnant woman stay out in this heat. Come on, let me drive you somewhere in my car," he said. His words may have been kind, but he had the cold, dead eyes of a shark. I once had eyes like that, and eventually learned to hide them. But eventually, I stopped having to. It seems that people can recognize a young killer's eyes, and an old killer's eyes, and everything in between. But at some point, old becomes ancient, the body count stretches past recollection, and the warning signs in the back of an ordinary person's head just don't register anymore.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I rubbed the small of my back, trying to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure the baby's head was putting on my cervix. The main thing this accomplished was making my belly jut out in front, my popped navel protruding proudly. My jeans had been pushed way down by my belly as I walked, exposing a tantalizing view of my pubic region was exposed, and my shirt had receded until it resembled a workout bra. The heat was sweltering, and I could feel perspiration beading up along my body - it probably gave me just the right lustrous shine too.

He licked his lips nervously, and I could practically smell what he had in mind for me. "No trouble at all, mama. Just get in my car, and we'll go anywhere you want." He reached past to open the passenger door of the car next to me. "Come on, pretty mama."

Persuaded, I sat in the passenger's seat and waited as he walked around and climbed into the driver's side. Unnoticed, the car's suspension settled further as a 300lb weight settled on the rear of the car and braced itself for a ride. "What's your name?" I asked my erstwhile savior.

"Rudy", he said. I knew it wasn't his real name, but it didn't matter to me at all. I was just playing a role at this point, giving him a chance to change his mind and pick a path that didn't lead to damnation. So far, only a handful of men I've found have ever failed to choose damnation.

Rudy turned his keys, and the old car roared to life. He put it in reverse, then pulled out of the parking spot. "I'm from around here."

I nodded, then settled back in my seat. "I'm Morgan," I replied. We passed a couple of lights before I observed, "I haven't said where I want to go yet."

Rudy nodded. "Yeah, I know. I got something to take care of first though, baby," he said. I feigned surprise and said, "In that case, why don't you just drop me off over here?"

Rudy smirked. "This ride don't come with an off switch, bitch. You shouldn't get into cars with strangers. Not in your condition, at least."


Morgan's Curse



I acted shocked. "What are you going to do to me? I'm pregnant, in case you didn't notice!"

Rudy cranked the steering wheel and pulled off of the paved road, and into a deserted lot full of junked cars. "Oh, trust me, I noticed. You don't think that turns a man on?"

He steered the car around a stack of decaying cars, then cut the engine and faced me. "I don't do this often, babe, but you're the hottest thing I've seen in years. And I'm gonna get a piece of you right now."

I took stock of the scenario, and concluded that Rudy had done this before.

I slowly pulled up my shirt a little, caressing my swollen uterus. "This," I said as I squeezed my belly with both hands, "turns you on?"

Rudy licked his lips. "You have NO idea, babe." I could see his cock through his pants, erect like a flagpole. His trembling hands were suddenly on my body, groping my firm and swollen belly, then tunneling under my shirt to lift my swollen tits into plain view. A little bit of milk dribbled out of my right nipple as he did so. "Then you probably know I don't want this," I told him.

Rudy nodded. "I get that, but it don't matter. If you're good, though, I'll let you live."

I sighed defeatedly and leaned back in the seat, my breasts jiggling as I did so. My top was nothing more than a band over my shoulders and a pair of sleeves at this point, so I pulled it off over my head and freed my milk-engorged tits. My left nipple started to seep milk too, and I ignored it as I reached down to unbutton my pants. I wriggled my hips back and forth, managing with difficulty to peel down the skin-tight jeans I was wearing.

As I stripped, Rudy's eyes boggled, soaking in every inch of my gravid form. "Oh baby, you have no idea," he said.

As I finally kicked off my pants, exposing my bare pussy to the seat, the scent of my arousal permeated the air. "Do you wanna fuck a pregnant girl, Rudy?" I asked.

Rudy didn't take any persuading. He practically jumped out of the car, then sprinted around to my side. He made this hopping dance as he tried to run and throw off his clothes at the same time, finally fumbling his way around to the passenger seat. He flung my door open and grabbed for my breasts right away, and a little bit of my milk immediately began to seep through his fingers. "Damn, you're even milky already," he said under his breath.

I curled my hands around the doorframe and pulled myself up, struggling mightily to drag my gravid mass out of the seat. Rudy stepped back to watch, my nude form filling him with awe as I pulled open the rear passenger-side door and crawled in on my hands and knees. There was considerably more room in the back, and I could actually lay down. Rolling over on my back, I spread my legs so he could see my pussy, dilated slightly in preparation for the impending birth. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked.

Rudy's trembled and fumbled as tried to line up his cock to touch it to my vulva. Given that my pussy was already dilated to about the size of a quarter, even without anything in it, he had no trouble finding the hole. "You know this is rape, right Rudy?" I asked him, with my eyes locked into his.

"Bitch," he said to me as he slid his shaft into me, "I don't give a fuck."

I brought up my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he sank his cock into my innermost depths, pounding me as hard as he could. The air felt like it was drying out and thinning, then moments later it began crackling with unseen static electricity. Rudy didn't even notice; he kept going, even as every hair on his body stood on end. I pulled him closer, and his weight pressed down on my swollen uterus. There was a sudden pain in my lower back, and I gasped as my belly flexed of its own accord, tightening around my baby in an effort to push it into my birth canal. I mumbled a spell quickly to numbed the contraction, and the minor expenditure of Power put my teetering body over the edge into labor.

Rudy's eyes widened in surprise as he felt my belly flexing underneath him. As my contraction took hold, my belly tightened like a fist, the contractions brought on by the Power I was using to numb the pain. I kept my eyes locked on Rudy and cast a strength spell on my muscles to keep him trapped, then cast another to fill him with a burning, undeniable lust. Rudy's momentary hesitation vanished; he became a tiger, mounting me and stabbing his cock deep into me even as my belly clenched again.

I groaned and reached down with both my arms, wrapping them around my throbbing womb and pressing upwards, trying to keep the baby's head away from my soft, pliant cervix. Rudy needed to cum before the baby was born; if he didn't, I could forget about ending my curse.

My water broke, although it was more of a shatter than a break. Rudy let out a surprised grunt as amniotic fluid sprayed out around the base of his cock, drenching the car's rear seat and almost pushing his cock out of my pussy. But Rudy kept his hard-on and kept going, thrusting inside me again and again as my baby grew, now about two weeks' of overdue. I cast a spell to soften my hip bones and birth canal to render the birth possible, which in turn made the baby grow another month's worth or so. The spell was a medical necessity at this point; as soon as Rudy came, I'd be unable to cast any spells, and the woman whose body I'm presently occupying would die in labor. Even over the numbing spell, I let out a shriek of pain as the Power forced a titanic contraction on me. My belly turned into what felt like a solid mass of granite, and I felt my hands losing the fight; the pressure in my pelvic floor began to loosen as the tip of my baby's head finally managed to part my cervix. I panted and gasped, sweat streaming down my body, as Rudy hammered away at my pussy. His face was red, and he was gasping for breath - any moment now, any moment...

UNNNGH - my body's instincts took over and forced me to push, and I let out a primal shriek as my baby's head slid down my birth canal. If I'd had a mirror, I'd have been able to see a visible lump moving down from my bikini line towards my mons. The baby's head shoved out Rudy's cock like a wet noodle. For a moment, it was almost over. I was dilated and practically crowning, just one good push away from delivery. My contraction subsided for a moment, and I knew I was just one push away from staying cursed like this for another lifetime. I gritted my teeth, then reached down and put my hands on my mons and pushed. I felt the obscene slithering sensation of my baby moving back, back, a heavy load retreating unnaturally into my uterus. As I felt my urge to push returning, I took Rudy's cock in my hand and screamed, "FUCK ME!" I just barely felt him inside of me, as dilated as I was, but all that mattered was that he felt me. His eyes rolled back in his head, and I felt a hot load of his sperm spraying the inside of my pussy.

My legs, still dug into his back, started to relax as my control of them began to wane. I was barely conscious of a deep, satisfying PUSH that propelled my baby fully into my birth canal, even as it continued growing. As if I were someone else, I watched Rudy pass out and collapse backwards, even as my belly tightened again and my son, who looked big enough to be two months old now, exited my pussy. An invisible hand picked up the infant and held him to my nipple to nurse, even as I faded into oblivion.

Part 2a: Leaving Las Vegas

I woke up, reeking of sex, with a rock-hard, firm stomach. After several months of pregnancy, it was a relief not to be pregnant for a change. Argyle was sitting next to me, and had dressed me in my sleep.

"How long was I out?", I asked.

"Only an hour. You cut it close that time, though."

I nodded, and looked into the back of the car. The infant and mother were there, still passed out. They'd probably both be groggy for at least a day. "Yeah, one more push and I would've transferred into the baby. I'd be trapped there until I got old enough to fuck." I'd had that happen in the past, and it was never pleasant. The last thing I wanted to go through was another childhood.

I took a moment to look Argyle's new form over approvingly. "Nice tits this time around", I remarked. Argyle had taken the form of a slim, athletic Hispanic woman this time, wearing a low-cut black bra under an even lower-cut tank top. Beneath that were a perfectly rounded pair of breasts with just the right amount of sweat showing, and a pair of extra-short denim shorts revealing legs suited to a ballerina.

Argyle broke into a toothy grin which concealed her nature better than any glamor spell she's tried. "All the better to seduce you with, my master", she simpered.

I rolled my eyes and growled out, "I don't care what form you try, demon. I may admire the scenery from time to time, but I'm still not fucking you."

"And after all I do for you", she sighed in reply.

I looked at myself in the driver's side mirror, taking stock of my new appearance. There was a day or two worth of stubble on my chin, my body was relatively well toned, and overall I wasn't unattractive. It's too bad Rudy was a rapist pig; there was nothing wrong with his looks. "Don't worry, I'll let you have this body. Just without me in it."

Argyle smiled as I twisted the keys in the ignition, bringing the ancient car coughing to life. We turned around and went back the way we came, bouncing along the uneven dirt trail back to the street. A moan came from the back, as my former body began struggling back to consciousness.

I could only channel a tiny fraction of my Power through my male body, but it took very little expenditure to deepen her sleep. I paused for a moment to look for traffic, then pulled onto the road and pointed the car towards the Strip. We crept along in traffic until we pulled into the parking lot at our hotel.

The prophet had been very clear to Mr. Wulf that we couldn't use our assets for the journey, but I was pretty sure that this wouldn't be a problem. And anyway, I had a moral obligation to protect the woman I'd been "joyriding" for the past few months, and ensure that her new baby was provided for. It was the least I could do.

Argyle and I dropped them both off in the penthouse bedroom, and I took a couple of moments at my laptop. I sent my standard "check-out" instructions to hotel management, and a second email to a local ob/gyn I keep on retainer in case this sort of thing happens. We'd be long gone by the time he arrived, but at least this woman would be taken care of.

I taped a small, pre-printed information packet to her chest. The packet contained a copy of a valid surrogacy contract, validated with her own thumbprint, and information on the room and a cashier's check for $500k. Typically the first few days are rough, but sooner or later, the owner of my former body will go back to her former life, puzzled but richer and with a baby she knows for a fact is hers, but doesn't remember carrying. As for the baby himself, I was confident he'd be well off. Let's just say that the baby I came that close to giving birth to went on to be named Albert Einstein.

We didn't spend long at the hotel, as tempting as it would've been. Nor did we leave by the private elevator; we just took the normal elevator out. Stepping into the Vegas heat, Argyle and I walked doggedly onwards until we came to Rudy's beaten-up car. Its engine turned over roughly, clattering to life moments before I put it into gear. It let out a belch of smoke and backfired once before we started to slowly move forwards. "Should we steal a different car, master?", asked Argyle.

I shook my head. "Rudy's registration is current, and he's the actual owner of this car. While I doubt he's a stranger to the law, no one's going to miss this car for a day or two. Let's not add any extra wrinkles, shall we?"

Argyle nodded as we drove west into the mid-afternoon sun, the car reaching the speed limit with some slight effort. The succubus reclined in her seat, letting out a deep breath and shifting around a little. "Breasts can be so tiresome, master", she purred as she traced her nipples' outlines with her fingertips. "They always gett hot, and the nipples always get hard and then soft, and then hard again. I don't know why you prefer staying in a female form", she pouted.

I shrugged. "I spent my first hundred years in a woman's body. I'm comfier when I'm wearing one."

My attention was drawn to the passenger seat just in time to see Argyle pull off her tank top. Her rack was now only covered by a dark, translucent bra which didn't do much to hide anything. The darkened circles of her Latina areolae peeked through her bra enticingly, but then I snapped my attention back to the road with a muttered curse.

In a female body, Argyle's advances pose no real temptation to me. But a male body's urges are much harder to control and predict. I gritted my teeth and kept driving, keeping in mind that as long as our contract holds, I must endure her attempts to seduce me. Sometimes, our contract was almost as troubling as the curse I was trying to break.

Speaking of which, I may as cover that now. The road out of Vegas is very long, and even more boring than it was long.

As I mentioned earlier, my name is Morgana Le Fay. I was half-sister to King Arthur, former lover to Merlin, and if I must say so, amazingly well preserved for a thousand-year-old sorceress. But I once cheated on Merlin with a hot slab of beefcake named Lancelot, and in his rage, he un-anchoring my immortal soul from my body and cursed me to an eternity of wandering.

The rules of my curse are simple: if I'm a man, my soul jumps into the first first woman I impregnate (and impregnation is almost guaranteed with each fuck). Once I'm in the woman's body, by definition that body is already pregnant. If a man cums inside me while I'm pregnant, my soul transfers into him; that's how I took over Rudy's body. If I fail to transfer into a man before giving birth, my soul gets trapped in the baby.

The final way my soul transfers, sucks the most. Any time I die, my spirit's drawn into the nearest living human. I'm stuck in the back seat then, so to speak. I can see through their eyes and hear through their ears, but all I can do is watch until the next time they have sex or die. I was once trapped in a monk in the 17th century once, for over fifty maddening years. When the monk finally died of old age, I transferred into another monk. I expected to be trapped for a long time, but I was pleased to discover that the next monk was sneaking out to brothels at night.

One of the minor annoyances about this curse is that I rarely get to finish an orgasm before I transfer. There was one way I could have an orgasm any time I wanted though, except that she'd eat my soul in the process. That brings me to Argyle.

The misinformed would call Argyle an incubus or a succubus, but demons fueled by sex magic are both and neither. These demons may at any moment choose to be male, female, or both. And like most demons, they burn incessantly with a lust for Power.

Like me, lust demons draw their Power from fertility magic. Having sex with one is mind-blowing, but it opens a direct conduit to your soul, allowing the demon to absorb your body and soul. Once absorbed, you're trapped in hell, perpetually being bled to feed Power back to the demon who damned you. Ordinary humans provided a trickle of Power, but if Argyle could swallow the soul of an ancient sorceress like me, her Power would increase beyond measure.

...which is why Argyle serves me. She believes that some day my guard will drop, and she'll seduce me in a moment of weakness. Our contract dictates that in exchange for her fealty, I must feed her the souls of the damned and may never command her to stop trying to seduce me. This last clause has produced some embarrassing public scenes over the centuries, but Argyle has learned with time that any success with me will be in private.

Argyle had apparently decided she was going to get particularly distracting. She tilted her chin up provocatively and ran her fingers down her throat, to her shoulders, and then down the gentle curve of her right breast. I watched as her fingers fidgeted on the soft slope of her breast, and then she pulled her bra down and outward, just enough for me to see as she took her nipple between her two fingers and began to idly stroke it. My cock hardened at the sight, and I cursed my luck as this turned out to be one of the more hormonal male bodies I've used. No wonder Rudy became a rapist.

She squirmed in her seat, fully aware that pheromones were wafting from her nether regions and filling the car. "May I at least suck you off, master?", Argyle inquired.

I shook my head. While Argyle can only devour souls through vaginal sex, getting a blow job while driving across the Vegas desert in a rattle-trap car was probably still inadvisable from a safety standpoint. "I'd really rather not get pulled over. I just want to find Merlin, kill him, and end this damn curse."

Argyle pouted for a moment, then sat up and looked as we approached an SUV with a huge fraternity logo across the rear window. Her face lit up with a grin as she lifted up her bra, then flashed the frat boys as we pulled even with them. A cheer erupted from the cracked windows as they spotted her perfectly-formed light-brown rack. I rolled my eyes and muttered to her, "I'm not letting you eat them."

She was facing the window now, cradling her bare tits in her hands to show the guys as we passed. She shot a glance over her shoulder at me and said, "Sometimes a girl just likes getting admirers."

I rolled my eyes again. "A girl likes admirers, perhaps. But a demon just wants lunch", I retorted.

The SUV's driver hit the gas pedal, pacing us as flashes started coming from the SUV. Apparently, some of the frat boys mistakenly believed that flash photography from behind rolled-up windows would produce useful results. In response, Argyle opened the sunroof and stood up through it, her bare chest fully exposed as she waved at the van of guys.

I hit the gas and accelerated, pulling ahead of the frat boys as Argyle pouted. Her breasts bounced with every bump of the freeway, and as the van began slowly to shrink into the distance she sighed and sat back down in her seat. "You could've let me at least take a nibble from one", she pouted.

I shook my head. "Just a nibble, huh? I've heard that one before. So have a lot of the souls you've eaten."

"Can't help it", Argyle mewed as she snuggled against my arm. "Demon."

Damn her, she'd perfected 'cute' down to a tee. This was going to be a very long drive.

Four hours later, we were in a dirty little town named Baker, right near the California state line. Our "borrowed" car was about to run out of gas, so I stopped at one of the overpriced gas stations to spend the money in Rudy's wallet. It turned out that he had six credit cards, only two of which had his name on them, and neither one worked on the gas pump we were at. Unfortunately, the $5 or so he had in dollar bills wouldn't buy a lot of gas.

I was just starting to come up with ideas for earning or otherwise acquiring some cash, when a familiar SUV pulled into the gas station at the pump behind me. A wolf whistle rang out, and Argyle grinned at me. "I have a solution to this problem, master", she purred, flashing her sexy brown eyes at me.

"You will do only as I command, Argyle." I looked at the guys piling out of the cars, most of whom were wandering off to the store. They left one of them at the gas pump, a scrawny guy who looked like the runt of the litter.

I addressed the one at the pump. He was a scrawny, mousy fellow who was clearly the group's omega male. "I see that you boys like my model", I said in my best Texan drawl.

"Model?", he asked in an adolescent sounding voice. His hair was a reddish blond, with a pinkish complexion. He wore glasses.




Morgan's Curse



I nodded and gave a big grin. "Yep, model. We just got back from a photo shoot up in Vegas, and she had a great time. So great that she decided to give you boys a show on the way through."

The boy looked down at the ground, sheepishly, and stammered, "Well, I... uh..."

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing to be ashamed of, boy! She's hot, and she showed you her body because she likes seeing men appreciate it. But right now, we're in a bit of trouble. And that gives you boys an opportunity."

The gas station doors swung open, and a few of the other frat boys came back out, carrying bottles of soda and a case of beer. They saw me talking to the driver and came over, probably assuming I was an upset, jealous boyfriend trying to get them to delete topless pictures of my slut girlfriend.

"What's going on here, Mouse? This guy giving you a hard time?", asked one of the guys. He stepped between Mouse and myself, trying to intimidate me.

I was about to say something when I heard the door to my car pop open. Argyle stepped out and slinked her way towards us, wearing only her bra for a top.

I put on my best salesman smile as she came up by my side and said, "Boys, my model and I are on our way back to LA, but we ran out of cash. She's a professional model, and I already know that you love her tits. And I know those pictures you tried to take through your rolled-up windows must have sucked. How about you buy us a tank of gas, and you can take some really nice pictures? Hell, I'll even coach you so you can take professional-level shots. I'm not sure which one of you boys owns that SUV, but pictures of her naked body sprawled out on the hood must be worth some points back at school, right?"

Argyle winked seductively and draped her arm around my shoulder as the boys looked at each other for a moment.

"Give us a moment, dude", said the one who'd been trying to intimidate me earlier.

The boys huddled together for a bit, and it didn't take long for them to come back with a counter offer. "Half a tank", said the alpha meat head, "and she gives us more than just pictures."

One of his cronies slapped him on the back and said, "You tell 'em, Butch!"

I shook my head, trying to protect the boys from their own stupidity. "Guys, she's been on the cover of Epic Tits Magazine, and Lord knows she's made a couple of movies. But she's not a hooker, and she doesn't do hardcore. We'll go as low as half a tank for a fifteen minute photo shoot, and that's the best you'll get."

The one they called Mouse stammered out, "Guys, that's a really good deal. That car can't hold more than $40 worth, and fifteen minutes with a model like her is worth at least two full tanks."

Butch scowled at Mouse and raised his hand as if he were going to strike him. Mouse cowered reflexively, and Butch put his hand down. Turning his attention away from the scrawny guy, Butch turned his attention back to me and set his face into a hard-edged scowl. "Half a tank", he repeated, "pictures, and one blow job apiece. Keep trying to bargain, and it's gonna get worse."

I rolled my eyes. "Listen - wait, what was your name? Bitch, was it?" Butch's nostrils flared and his fist clenched to strike. "You don't have the slightest fucking clue what you're into here. I've got a whole lot of reasons why you don't want to fuck her. Believe me, if you do anything with her beyond taking pictures, it'll end badly for you."

I never even saw Butch's fist coming. It hit me like a railroad engine at full speed, catching me under the jaw and lifting me off the ground. I spun, feeling light-headed and disconnected, and I felt myself bounce off of the van and then start falling. I must've hit the ground, but I never felt it. My vision going dark as I began to pass out.

Argyle screamed as one of the guys grabbed her. "Listen", she said pleadingly, "I'm clean, don't listen to him. He's been acting weird this whole trip. Just don't hurt me, I'll even fuck you if you'll let me!"

As I sank the rest of the way into the darkness, my last thought was that a good fuck from Argyle is exactly what they deserved at this point.

Part 2b: The Train to Freedom

I wasn't out for very long, but the boys had worked quickly. I half-awoke as the late-afternoon sun beat its way into my eyes. My hands and legs were tied, and one guy had my feet and the other had me by the shoulders, carrying me into a cheap motel room that Butch had decided to rent for a few hours. I pretended to still be unconscious when they unceremoniously dumped me into a chair near the air conditioner. I heard Mouse whisper into my ear, "Sorry, man, but at least they didn't leave you tied up in the van. You might've died in the heat."

I half opened my eyes, and noticed that there was duct tape over my mouth. It was nothing that a spell wouldn't resolve, but frankly Butch had pissed me off and I was going to enjoy watching what happened to him next.

Speaking of Butch, he lowered his crew-cut, square-jawed face into my field of vision and slapped my cheeks lightly. "Well well, I see you're awake. Good! I want to make sure you watch how a real man fucks that girlfriend of yours." He smirked at me and watched for my reaction. I staged fury and an intense stare, but carefully. Over the centuries, I've mastered expressions to the point where if I'd wanted to make him yelp like a scared puppy dog, I could've done it with just a glance. But I didn't want to do that at this point. Hell, even in a male form I could've mustered enough Magick to free myself and kill him. But that would be an act of mercy, and I was presently not in the mood for it.

Butch stepped back and pointed at the bed, where Argyle was tied to the headboard. "Since you weren't sure what a bitch looks like, we're going to show you what one looks like. We're going to run a train on your girlfriend here, and we're going to give her what your cock probably never could." Butch stripped off his shirt, revealing rippling muscles and a truly impressive body. Argyle, all the way over on the bed, had a look of unbridled lust on her face.

Butch started walking over to the bed, and when he got halfway there he turned his head back to me. He pointed his finger at her, inadvertently striking a pose with his chiseled physique that would've stirred a storm of appreciative hormones if I were in a female body. "See that, little camera fag? She already sees how much more of a man I am than you." He flexed a little, doing a sort of little dance as he stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. His buddies started taking off their clothes too, and I stopped myself a split second short of removing the gag in order to point out that while he's calling me a homosexual, he's the one stripping down in a room with seven men and only one woman.

Argyle gave me a "please don't spoil this" expression, and I'm sure she knew I was trying to rein in my smart ass streak. This time, there was no real risk that I would intervene. Butch pulled down his briefs and crawled up onto the bed, flanked by one buddy on each side and another two at the foot of the bed. Mouse was seated near me, holding a video camera. "He's making me film it", he whispered over to me. "I'm so sorry, mister."

Mouse had nothing to be sorry about. Butch, on the other hand, gazed hungrily over Argyle's sleek, athletic form. "You've got a spectacular pussy, you know that? Normally I just fuck a girl in the ass or make her give me a blow job, but there's just something about your pussy that makes me need to cum in it", he said.

Argyle gave him just the expression of fear that Butch was looking for. She whimpered out, "Please don't, Butch. You're a big strong man, and I'm completely helpless." I rolled my eyes, but I could tell my influence has been rubbing off ever so slightly on Argyle. I don't know if she'd have turned Butch free if he'd changed his mind at this last moment, but I do know that this established Butch as an unrepentant sinner, beyond all hope of redemption.

Oblivious to the deeper meaning of Argyle's words, Butch chuckled and crawled into position above her. "You might say no right now, bitch. But in a few minutes, you beg me to get back in your pussy." His cock was rock hard and erect, pointing straight down at her warm, inviting pussy. He lowered himself with a flexing motion, showing off his muscles as much as he could as he slid into the succubus.

"Oh fuck, you're wet!", he marveled. He turned his head over in my direction and said, "See, now I know you can't fuck her worth a shit. I've never had a girl this hot for me." He thrust inside her, and Argyle's lips parted slightly. She let out a little moan of pleasure, and Butch stepped up the pace a little. He was pumping in and out of her, his member vanishing completely inside of her demonic twat. Argyle shut her eyes firmly, hoping that the hell fire beginning to glow in her irises would go unnoticed. Butch wrapped his arms around her, thrusting firmly inside of her and bottoming out at the end of her vagina. "Oh fuck", he said, "I'm gonna cum so hard!"

Naturally, Argyle's vaginal length adjusts to the man fucking her. Usually it gives the guy a feeling of accomplishment that his dick is completely filling her. Of course, every man from 1" to 12" has the same experience with Argyle... but they're never around to compare notes afterwards.

One of his buddies grimaced. "Don't cum too much, Butch. I don't like extra-sloppy seconds."

Butch glared back at him. "The minute your cock's inside this bitch, Dan, you won't give a damn if I poured a gallon into her. The only thing on your mind will be what a great fuckshe is." He kept going, thrusting faster and faster as Argyle drew him closer to his inevitable climax.

Butch looked over at me as he panted and gasped, finally grunting as he convulsed and unloaded his sperm into the succubus. Argyle's perfect cunt milked every last drop of sperm from his body as he bottomed out, grunting and gasping as he emptied himself into her. He let out an ascending shriek of pleasure as he finished, the climax dragged out longer than he'd ever had in his life. They were both beaded with sweat, and he rolled off her and reached for a towel. "Damn!", was the only word Butch could think of as he staggered over to the other bed and took a seat. "Damn", he repeated.

His friend Dan, already hard from stroking himself as he watched Butch fuck Argyle, wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and resuming Butch's position between her legs. He started thrusting, and I could tell he wouldn't last long.

Butch caught his breath and turned to me. "She's the best lay I've ever had", he stated. "I think we're gonna have keep her now. That means I'll have to off you, probably some time tonight. I'm telling you now so you've got time to get used to the idea. Don't give me too much hassle about it when the time comes, ok?"

Mouse paled as he heard this, but didn't say anything. It was obvious that he feared Butch more than the law at this point.

A shout came from the other side of the room as Dan came in Argyle, refilling her vagina with his own sperm. Butch handed him a towel as he rolled off, leaving room for the next football player to straddle her. "Oh fuck", said Dan as he took a seat next to Butch, "She really was as good as you said she is."

Argyle could've said something, if she hadn't been using her voice to shriek in ecstasy. I didn't blame her for enjoying this feeding to its fullest. This is the most action she'd seen at one time in years. The best I've fed her so far this century was a set of three rich brothers in Brazil who thought tourism meant a free pass to molest the locals.

Turning my attention back to Argyle's, I noticed that every hair on her body was standing at attention as she drew Power from the sex acts, and her tits were covered in goosebumps. Her vagina was dripping fluids, both from her and her lovers, and the man plowing her at that moment didn't notice as she used a tiny bit of power to char the ropes holding her to the bed.

I watched with interest as she slipped her hands free of the burnt rope and wrapped her arms around the guy she was presently fucking. Next, she curled her legs behind him and pulled, driving him deeper inside her. It was apparent that he wouldn't be able to pull out if he wanted to, but looking at his face it was also apparent that he wouldn't want to either. He was completely absorbed in the moment as he strove within her, his cock seeking ever-deeper penetration into her perfect vagina. His breath changed into ragged gasps, rising in intensity until they stopped for a moment before he let out a stifled grunt as he began to ejaculate. He kept thrusting, slowly, filling her pussy to the best of his ability. The caveman in the back of his head was screaming at him to get her pregnant, and he was listening as well as he could. He gasped as he finished, slumping forward onto her in exhaustion.

The last guy didn't even wait for him to leave; he just pushed him off of the bed and let him flop onto the floor, spent. He gave Argyle a lusty appraisal as she squirmed before him, just waiting to be entered. So, he made her dreams come true.

Argyle gasped in pleasure as his cock parted her vulva. There was no resistance at all, pre-slicked as her pussy was with the cum of the three men before him. Argyle began moaning and gasping almost immediately, clearly enjoying this encounter even more than her suitor. She thrust with him, and with each returning thrust there was a suction that seemed to want to draw him in, deeper and farther. He knew that the moment he blew his load, it would be yanked out of him, blasting like a bullet to its intended target deep within her pussy. He smirked at the thought, comparing it to a touchdown pass in football even as beads of sweat began to form across his brow.

Across the room, Butch called out, "Hey, finish up over there! I'm about ready to fuck her again."

His buddy ignored him and kept going at the same speed. She had him at a 45 degree angle, propped up and thrusting deep inside of her as her perfectly rounded tits, tipped with dark brown nipples, bounced in unison. Her tits were the height of perfection, and almost made me want to start stroking my own cock.

I didn't, for two reasons: for one, I was still tied to the chair. Secondly, that's exactly what Argyle wanted me to do. She spent centuries trying to break just one tiny little crack in my mental armor so that she could worm her roots of lust into me, and ultimately consume my soul. Our relationship was symbiotic, but any moment of weakness would let it turn predatory as Argyle devoured my soul. I shuddered as I contemplated that fate, and the fires of lust which had begun to smolder within me, died out.

Argyle shrieked as she reached her climax, and then the power of her orgasm drove her lover to climax as well. Hetried to pull out to spray his cum on her tits, but the first shot of his semen went inside her, and that was all she needed. His cum erupted onto her like a squirt gun, shooting liberally all over her belly and tits. He was still spurting when he directed it lower, bathing her vulva in spunk. Argyle licked her lips for a moment and said, "Oh, lover, that was just perfect."

Butch pushed his buddy away and said, "You ain't seen nothing 'till you've seen round two, bitch." He had a shit-eating grin on his face, which rapidly shifted to bewilderment.

"What's with your eyes, baby?", he asked.

Argyle's irises had been glowing a dull purple, but now that she'd fucked all of the guys, both of her eyes were glowing bright purple. She smiled back at Butch as he continued staring back at her, but didn't say a word. Instead, she idly rubbed at her tits with her fingers, massaging the last guy's cum into her skin as her eyes continued to glow. When she opened her mouth to speak, her mouth glowed as well.

"A little glow is nothing that a big, strong man like you should worry about. You really should be far more concerned about your cock than my eyes."

Butch raised an eyebrow and looked down at his cock for a second as it sprang to life. Just before he could ask what was going on, it suddenly went from stiff to painfully stiff. And it wasn't just Butch; all four of the men who'd fucked the succubus were now sporting rock-hard, throbbing, agonizingly hard erections. "What the fuck?", demanded Butch.

Argyle gave a simpering smile and twiddled her finger, and each man stood as if they were at attention, and walked to the foot of the bed as if they were puppets on strings. From the neck down, they moved in unison like robots, but from the neck up they were fully aware and completely freaking the fuck out. "What's happening? Why can't I control my body?", Dan demanded. Their bodies were standing in a line at the bottom of the bed, but their necks were frantically seeking back and forth as they tried to figure out what was going on.

Argyle's smile was predatory, and suddenly seemed to go higher and higher than a human jaw structure should've allowed. Cracks began to appear all over her body as her smooth, feminine skin first charred, and then burst into open flame. Purple fire erupted from the newly formed cracks in her skin, blazing outwards and consuming what was left of hr flesh as if it were burning plastic.

"What the fuck is this?", shrieked one of the guys, but they were all long past redemption.

All that was left of her old skin now was white ash, which she brushed off of her body. Her real skin, now visible, was a bright, intense red. She could've passed for an intensely attractive woman in brilliant red body paint (and actually did so for Halloween once in a while).

Argyle was now sitting on the bed, wearing the female version of her true form. Her natural body temperature was already beginning to char the sheets she was lying on. Her eyes continued to glow a bright violet, and her exquisitely-formed mouth was filled with a shark-like array of needle-thin teeth. She was the center of the mens' attention now; they stared at her like mice looking at a snake.

"Didn't your mothers tell you not to fuck strange women? Especially not to rape them?", she inquired coquettishly. "You boys have been so very, very bad. I might even say you've been deliciously so."

The men started shouting things at her or each other, all at once. Their bodies remained rigid, frozen in place as their heads argued and yelled, pleaded and tried to bargain.

Argyle just put her finger to her lips, and all their voices hushed immediately. They were still trying to talk, their mouths moving furiously, but no sounds came out. Their cocks were now a deep purple, engorged with blood and straining for release. Argyle blew a kiss to all of them, and opened her mouth wide in a reptilian kind of grin.

Simultaneously, all four of their cocks erupted in ejaculation, shooting sticky white cum onto her chest. Each one pumped sperm as if his cock were a fire hose, dumping all the contents of their prostate and then still pulsing, trying to continue ejaculating when there was nothing to go.

Moments later, each man's face twisted in a silent scream of agony as their cocks continued to pump dry, producing nothing at first, and then beginning to pump out blood. Their cocks pulsed and throbbed, pumping blood and tiny chunks of flesh out of the tips and spraying the gore into Argyle's gaping maw. She lolled her tongue, bathing in their life blood as it pumped out in a violent torrent.

I watched as their bodies first paled, then started to crinkle in different places like soda cans. Argyle's magic kept them standing, still pumping pieces of themselves through their cocks until long after they should've been dead. Their eyes shriveled like raisins, then rolled back into their sockets. Their skin dried out and turned into leather, then split and exposed shiny bone. And yet they still screamed silently, still thrashed their necks back and forth even as they became nothing but leather-wrapped bones, still begging and praying for an end to the pain.




Morgan's Curse



And then, the gore spraying from their cocks ended. There was a moment of silence, and then cracking sounds began coming from their bodies. It sounded like a line of children stepping on twigs in the forest, just a continuing series of tiny snaps and crunches. Their bodies, now barely more than dusty skeletons, began imploding as their bones were crushed together by irresistible forces. Femurs shattered and impaled the body cavity traveling upwards, and skulls came crashing down to where the heart should have been. Each of the four men were now just balls of bone and leather floating in mid-air at chest level. They were basketball-sized now, but still letting out cracking noises as they continued shrinking further. Through the succubus's magic, they were still alive the entire time, and felt every single snap. The balls shrunk and shrunk, splintering and compressing until they were the size of golf balls.

Argyle smirked and got off the bed, standing up as her her skin blazed with hellfire. The gore seared off in a sea of hellfire, then blew away as powdered ash. She reached out with her hand and plucked the the ball which used to be Butch out of the air, then held it to her ear to listen to the muffled screaming for a moment.

She licked it suggestively, then spread her legs a little and shoved it into her pussy. There was a crackling sound and a puff of smoke curling out of her vagina, and then the ball was gone. I could hear the other balls screaming in panic as she did the same with each one in turn. When her lovers had all been sent to hell through her vagina, she turned to me and smiled.

I cast a minor spell, and my gag and bonds simply disintegrated into a mass of loose thread. "A little theatrical, don't you think?", I asked.

Argyle nodded. "They had it coming, though. Sometimes I enjoy going for a show."

"Valid point, I suppose. I'm glad you didn't take Mouse, though. He didn't really seem to be with them."

Argyle looked over at the scrawny guy cowering in the corner. "Oh, him? Morgana, you know I've got professional courtesy."

I raised my eyebrow and took a second look at Mouse. "You - wait. Shit, really?"

Mouse smiled and bowed at the waist. When he stood back up, he looked considerably taller and older. He'd apparently been hunched over a little the entire time I've seen him.. "Yes, really", Mouse said.

Other than Argyle, I've never spent much time around demons. I can spot a Lust demon easily, but I'd somehow failed to notice that Mouse was actually a Pride demon. Pride demons fed without killing, feeding off of hubris and overbearing pride. Frat boys and football players tend to have an abundance of both, and his subservience to them served only to grow their hubris even more. Pride demons were common to find among politicians' aides and celebrity bodyguards. But just because Moust could only feed from humans one way, didn't mean that he couldn't be fed by other demons.

Argyle stepped up to him and opened her mouth slightly, kissing him on the lips. Mouse's form shifted for a moment, revealing a slender blue-skinned body with a curling tail that stiffened and shot violently upright as her lips touched his. Their mouths glowed purple briefly where they touched, and I could hear Mouse release a little sigh of pleasure as he absorbed more Power from this feeding than he would've gained in months of basking in their pride.

I shook my head, smiling, and went about pilfering cash from the wallets which were still in the pants scattered around the room. The demons continued their kiss, the purple glow ebbing and flowing between their mouths. Just as I took the last of the money, they stopped kissing. The lust demon still had her arms around Argyle's neck, looking into his eyes with what passed for affection among demons.

"Bring me another pack of shitheads like these", she said, "and I'll give you twice what I just gave you." Mouse smiled broadly, his eyes still glowing with the infusion of raw power he'd received.

"If you two are done with your hellbound romance, I think we need to be getting back on the road now."

Argyle wrote down her cellphone number for Mouse, and we stepped out into the hot afternoon sun. Argyle had already grown a new human skin and clothes that looked just like the ones she'd so theatrically burned away before feeding. We went back to the gas station and bought a tank of gas with the stolen cash, then got back on the freeway.

Argyle squirmed comfortably in the passenger seat, patting her belly as if she'd just eaten a good meal. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, and then grinned broadly.

"What's so funny?", I asked idly.

She smiled viciously. "You know how we can sense what's happening to people we send to hell? I was just listening to what's going on with Butch. Apparently, he just figured out that my pussy is a gateway to hell." She patted her tummy contentedly. "And he just asked the Marquis de Sade when they're getting out. Apparently, the Marquis kept a straight face long enough to send him to ask Caligula."

We shared a good laugh as we zipped down the highway. We were only a handful of hours' drive away from our ultimate objective: Merlin. He was going to pay for what he did to me, in ways that would make Butch's gang think they got off light.

Part 3a: Preparing for War

The rest of the drive to San Diego was long and uneventful. I planned to stay in Rudy's body until after I'd finished my recon, as it would actually be harder for Merlin to detect me in this body than in a female one radiating Power all over the astral spectrum. While Mr. Wulf did say he'd just been reborn, I know much better than to trust that Merlin will be unguarded.

Mouse had made sure his frat boys did well in Vegas (nothing boosts pride like a good winning streak at a casino), so I had several thousand dollars in cash and didn't care about budgeting. This meant I was going to indulge my body's craving for food.

One of the pleasures I find in male bodies is just how much food I can wolf down. On average, males have faster metabolism, more muscle, and just an overall faster burn rate. It was a little bit like occupying a werewolf body, but not quite in the same league. We'd stopped at a Mexican / Greek / American restaurant on the 101 Coast Highway, and both ordered relatively large meals.

My eyes darted around the restaurant a bit, and kept landing on shapely female bodies. We were near the beach, and the see-through "cover-up" tops the girls wore were frequently sexier than the swimsuits underneath them. It was all I could do not to stare.

I was most of the way through my carne asada burrito, while Argyle was mostly playing with her gyro. She was enjoying herself, though. She'd gotten the attention of a neighboring table full of Marines, and was toying suggestively with a french fry. 

She focused on each one in turn, sucking seductively on the french fry while she kept fidgeting with her neckline. When she began to expose areola, I slapped her hand and muttered, "Step it down, slut."

She gave me a pouty look, then swallowed the french fry. "At least I'm getting something salty," she observed suggestively.

I shook my head and went back to my lunch. My last body and its pregnancy had brought with it a strong dislike for Mexican food. I fully intended to enjoy this burrito before switching into yet another pregnant female body, which might or might not share the last one's biases. This meal made me look forward even more to killing Merlin, though. Once he was dead, I could inhabit a female body that wasn't pregnant for a change. For that matter, even if I did get pregnant I 'd still occupy my own body after giving birth. After century upon century of constant body-hopping, getting to stay in one place for a lifetime sounded amazingly good.

Polishing off the last of my burrito, I stretched and turned my attention to Argyle. "Where do we go from here?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and steepled her hands as if she were praying. A very faint purple light emanated from the center of her forehead as she opened her mind's eye and peered around on the astral plane. Moments later, her lips curled in a smirk and stayed there for a few seconds before she opened her eyes again. "About twenty miles south of here. Near the coast, I think."

Five minutes later, we were back on the freeway. We'd drive for a few miles, then stop so Argyle could take a sighting, then get back on the road again. This got us closer and closer to him, until we finally found his neighborhood.

"Something's strange, Morgan", said Argyle after her last sighting.

I sighed. "Decoy?"

She shook her head. "No, you're not going to believe this. This time, he's an infant. And he's in that house right there." She pointed at a nice two-story house with a relatively large, green lawn, probably worth a few million. This time, Merlin had done quite well for himself.

I was puzzled. "An infant? He's never been an infant before."

Argyle nodded her head. "Right. Every time we've chased him down so far, he's been wearing the body of whatever poor soul inherited that dick portal of his. But this time, he's a baby."

I smirked. "In that case, he's pretty much defenseless. You can't cast anything useful until you reach your teens at least."

"Don't you still want to take a female form before you confront him, though?" asked Argyle.

For a minute there, I didn't want to. I was so close, and I could've just walked up to the house, smashed down the door without using an ounce of magic, and struck down my nemesis in his crib. Maybe I'd have Argyle find me a gun first, so it'd look like a crazed home invasion. That tempted me for just a moment, but the temptation didn't last long. I needed to gloat, and I needed Power to show off with. I wanted him to know he'd been beaten thoroughly, and that meant I needed a female body.

I sighed. "Yes, I still need a body. You can eat Rudy once I'm out of him, too. He was an asshole."

Argyle purred. "You're feeding me so much lately, master. I'm going to get fat."

"What can I say? Lately, a lot of people have deserved it."

We drove the car a few blocks east, and parked it over by La Jolla. By now, Rudy may have been reported as missing, so it was time to change identities anyway. Argyle and I got out, took what was left of our cash, and set out to find me a new host body.

I look for different things in a woman than I do in a man. For one thing, to keep Argyle happy, I seek out the worst men so that I don't feel bad if she eats them once I'm done with them. I've mastered the 'wounded bird' act; rapists and various other malcontents think they're in for a touch of heaven when they see me, but I sell them a one-way ticket to hell. Their families may miss the predatory fucks that I feed to my succubus, but the world is better off without them in the long run. It's been demonstrated that children learn how to interact with the opposite sex by watching their fathers, and my goal is to break the chain and keep these men from passing on their values to the next generation.

Women, on the other hand, are a much more complex decision. I have more to think of more than just myself, or even the woman I'm possessing. Any woman I possess is going to wake up somewhere a few months later, and much more pregnant than they should be for having only been missing for a few months. I arrange for each woman to get half a million or so in compensation, but it's still a traumatic experience. And that's just the mother. I'm also creating a life, and have a responsibility to the child to pick a mother who won't screw the kid up too badly.

Until the last twenty years or so, the social stigmas of single motherhood and being born a bastard basically restricted me to married couples. I'd frequently possess a husband, then possess his wife for a while, and then move on to another couple before the baby was due. That era wasn't exactly the most conducive to my living the high life.

Nowadays, I tended to go for a young middle-class college-age girl. Even in California, finding one of them and dropping half a million on her tended to result in a healthy long-term outcome for her and the baby. At any given time, I imagine I had around 150 living direct descendants, just based upon how often I jumped hosts and the average human lifespan.

Those were the things I had on my mind as I scanned the shoreline, looking for my next target. It wasn't long before I found one. She was a sultry dark blonde in denim short shorts, creatively cut to reveal more skin than they covered. Her top was a narrow-cupped string bikini, from which her well-formed C-cup breasts peeked out from either side. They swayed side to side as she walked towards me, hypnotizing me with desire. A hissing gasp sounded at my left side; apparently, Argyle had noticed her as well. I glanced over and saw that she was biting her fingernail appreciatively.

"Stuff it, demon", I muttered. Argyle's only reply was a little whimper. When I let her play with girls as a female, Argyle is gentle and attentive. Lust demons can only suck souls out through sex which could produce children. Still, the risk that she'd switch to her incubus form and fuck their souls right out was more than I wished to risk.

The blonde continued walking in my direction, and I started walking straight towards her. Under my breath, I used my body's limited casting ability to render me irresistible. Under the influence of this glamour spell, Rudy's reasonably built, slender body may as well have belonged to Brad Pitt.

I was now only feet away, and I could see that the spell was taking effect. She couldn't take her eyes off of me, and looked shocked when I turned to her and asked if she had the time. Flustered, she stammered for a second, then realized that she had a cellphone. She fumbled as she pulled it out of her shorts pocket, then held the display up to read. She was centerfold model material, but she was as giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush. "It's about 5:32pm. The sun will be going down soon." 

I raised an eyebrow. "I've never seen an ocean sunset before. Would you like to join me?" I inquired.

I could see a momentary flicker of rational disagreement in her eyes, but it was only a flicker. Moments later, she'd turned around and was walking out to the beach with me.

Argyle tagged along at a discrete distance, letting us have our space. The girl was still carrying her beach towel, so we spread it out on the sand and watched the waves roll in and out as the sun edged ever closer to the horizon. As the bottom edge of the dull orange-red ball touched the ocean, I turned and kissed her on the lips. She looked at me for a moment, not in surprise, but as if she was trying to decide how exactly to reciprocate. That didn't last long, as she replied by leaning in and passionately returning the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, enjoying the sensation of the breasts which would soon be my own against my own chest.

It wasn't long at all until we sank back onto the towel, getting horizontal without disengaging our lips. It was only moments from that point until I was on top of her, squeezing her to me as she ran her arms up and down my back. We cuddled, kissed, held each other, and that was just the warm up. I'd run my fingers over every inch of her body by the time the ocean sunset finished a half hour later, and as soon as darkness fell, we began moving to the next stage. I slipped off my shorts, and she practically tore off hers. "I've never done this before. I mean, with someone I just met."

I shrugged. "Hey, firsts all around. This is my first time on a beach - well, this century anyway. And just so we're not strangers, my name's Morgan."

She grinned. "You're such a character, Morgan! I'm Julie." She reached up and pulled my face back to her lips, and we kissed again. Seconds later, our lips ceased to be the only point of connection between us. My penis was now inside her, thrusting joyfully inside of her moist warmth.

I've said that I prefer being a woman, and that's certainly my professional preference. As a sorceress whose power stems from fertility magic, it's pretty much the only way I can actually wield any significant fraction of the power I held before being cursed. But when my curse is over, I actually am going to miss having sex as a man. I find it very hard to decide which gender I actually prefer fucking as, because they're both awesome.

Julie had begun moaning softly, her voice barely audible over the waves crashing on the beach behind us. "I'm going to cum inside you", I whispered into her ear. She gasped, and I could feel her pussy clench reflexively around my cock as she thought about it.

"Okay," she panted, "I'm on the pill anyway. Just don't stop, ok?"

I chuckled as I thrust harder, burying myself as deep as Rudy's cock was capable. I squeezed her ass, feeling every inch of her body as she pressed herself against me. "You're still gonna get pregnant", I told her.

She bucked her hips harder. "I'll have any baby you can sneak past the pill. I'll name him Lucky", she panted. I was getting close to my climax, and Julie had just given me the closest thing to informed consent I've had in years. A fire built up in my lower body as my erection grew harder and stronger. My breath started to come in ragged gasps, and she squirmed underneath me as her orgasm started, then she shrieked as it reached full blast. "Fuck me", she commanded. "Get me pregnant if you have to, just fuck me! I'll have your baby!"

I couldn't hold out any longer. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, and her taut hips were pressed against my thrusting groin, straining to pull me inside her just a fraction of an inch deeper. Sperm shot out of me like a cannon, bathing her womb in seed and guaranteeing conception. Julie gasped and panted, then sighed in contentment as I rolled off of her. I've learned the hard way not to stay on top of a woman long after cumming inside of her. After all, the pregnant girl trapped under a disoriented and unconscious man would be me a few minutes later.

Immediately after I rolled over, my back picked up a coating of sand where I'd been sweating.

"Oh my", said Julie as she shifted her hips experimentally. "I can't believe I let you cum in my pussy."

I smirked and ran my finger along her thigh, and then traced a line up to her belly. "I can. I just can't believe you doubt that I got you pregnant."

Julie gave me a saucy look. "You're really sure of yourself, aren't you Morgan? It's almost like you're..." and she trailed off. I started feeling distant and disconnected first, and the world went out of focus. The world went murky for a moment, and then it shifted and slowly came back into focus. I was still looking deep into the eyes of someone I'd just fucked, but now I was in Julie's body, looking back into Rudy's face.

I stretched my legs, feeling the cum ooze out of my pussy as I did so. I finished Julie's sentence for her as, "...yes, it's almost like we're pregnant, except that we are." I stretched my limbs and yawned, stretching my body experimentally. No hidden pains, no trick joints that I noticed. Next, I flexed my power ever so slightly with a basic vision spell. As expected, Julie was particularly fertile, and would've probably gotten pregnant (just not as quickly) even without my Curse's intervention. She was the perfect body to ride into my final confrontation with Merlin.

I turned my head, and saw that Argyle was already straddling Rudy's unconscious form. She looked at me as if to ask my permission, and I nodded. I may have had a fine time in his body, but it didn't change the fact that Rudy deserved damnation. Argyle snapped her fingers, and Rudy awakened with a start. She'd turned her charm way up, and Rudy's eyes reflected the violet glow from her eyes.




Morgan's Curse



Rudy realized with a start that he wasn't anywhere near when or where he'd last remembered. "Wait a second", he started, "you're not the pregnant bitch that I was about to -", he started to say. A thunderclap of a slap struck his cheek and silenced him completely.

"Never speak of my master that way, human. Now get out your cock. My pussy's not going to fuck itself", Argyle demanded.

Rudy practically jumped, trying to scoot away from beneath Argyle.

"What, don't you want to fuck me?" Argyle grinned, a manic and twisted expression. She let her skin smolder and burn away, revealing her red flesh. She hissed softly, her tongue darting out from her mouthful of needle-sharp fangs.

Rudy's fists slammed into her ineffectually as he tried to get out from under her. Argyle uttered a minor word of Power, and his cock (which I'd never put away after impregnating Julie) stiffened. He let out a shriek of pain as the stiffest erection of his life took hold on his cock.

"Better get that into me, mortal, or your cock will explode", Argyle snarled.

Rudy said nothing, too terrified to move as Argyle shifted position and slipped her pussy over his shaft. He let out a gasp of pain and pleasure, as the succubus lowered her hot pussy over his shaft. "Fuck me, mortal!" Argyle repeated.

Rudy finally gave in and thrust, driving himself into her as tears ran down his eyes. Apparently he didn't enjoy being forced to have sex. The succubus drove up and down, pistoning his cock into stimulation until he let out a plaintive cry and ejaculated into her pussy. There was a whiff of brimstone as the contract for his soul was complete.

"Thank you", the succubus hissed, as she stood up. Rudy stared upwards in horror at her bright-red demonic form standing above his chest. His eyes were drawn to Argyle's bare pussy, which was dribbling out his sperm now. It now had a dull orange glow, though. For a brief moment in time, it dangled from her pussy lips, and Rudy tried to scoot away from beneath her. "No", Argyle sneered.

The words themselves were his restraints; Rudy struggled to move, but his wrists and ankles were shackled now by invisible bonds. He was frozen in place, unable to move as the thick gooey fluid dripped free of her cunt and plummeted down to the center of his chest.

"GAH!", Rudy screamed as his own sperm splashed down his his chest, and then began searing its way through his skin. Another droplet came out, and another, and another. The drops of glowing fluid grew as they consumed his flesh, letting out a reek of sulfur and burning ham as they started to move like caterpillars across his body, and in and out of his skin. "God, please make this stop!" Rudy implored to the heavens as the orange rivulets of altered sperm continued to eat through his flesh like maggots.

Argyle shook her finger at him. "God? If you had anything to do with Him, I couldn't have even touched you. I can only take the corrupt, Rudy." The scorching, burning fluid had now consumed most of his legs and the lower half of his rib cage, leaving a screaming torso with an arm and a half attached. Rudy still found it possible to scream; Argyle's kills always screamed until the last. "I'll go to church, I swear, I'll be goo - AGH!!!!"

That was the last thing Rudy was able to say, as the fluid burned its way up through his esophagus and erupted out of his mouth, consuming his face. We could hear Rudy's faint screams of terror as the fluid finished consuming his body, then coalesced into a ball of glowing orange material, vaguely doughy in appearance. Argyle picked it up with a grin, then spread her legs just a little and popped it up into her pussy.

Argyle purred appreciatively for a moment, then turned towards me and said, "Thank you, master. His eternal suffering shall earn me favor among the damned."

I shrugged and said, "He had it coming. Now get dressed."

Argyle nodded, then spread her legs a little. Within a few seconds her clitoris had grown into a penis, her breasts shrank and then retracted into firm pectoral muscles, and a pasty gray fluid began oozing out of her skin.

A few seconds later, the fluid had hardened into skin and hair, and a hard-bodied nude man stood before me. "Aw, do I have to? Are you afraid you'll end up fucking me this time?" he inquired in a British tough-guy accent.

I smiled and shook my head. "Not a chance, demon. Now put on your clothes."

Argyle grumbled, but picked up Rudy's clothes and hurriedly put them on. After he'd dressed himself, he ran a hand over his close-shaven, bristly hair. "Not sure this is going to be my best work, guv. I always get a bit ... cranky ... in this form."

I half-smiled at Argyle's antics, but didn't say anything. As I stood up, I learned that Julie's right breast had fallen out of her bikini while we were having sex, so I scooped it up and tucked it back into the lightly-padded cup. A little bit of sperm leaked out of my pussy as I first slipped my panties on, then stood up and pulled my shorts up my long legs. I ran my hands through my hair first, shaking my head and admiring how smoothly it flowed through my fingers. Inhaling deeply, I ran my hands down the front of my body, starting off with the soft globes of my tits and running down over my firm belly, then traced the lines of my thighs and ended with my hands on my tightly curved ass. I pressed firmly on my butt and stretched again, relishing the fact that I couldn't feel my pregnancy at all yet. This early, carefree stage with a flat tummy never lasts for long, but I always enjoy it while it lasts.

"Julie, my dear", I sighed, "you really did take good care of yourself. I'll do my best to return this body in as good a shape as I can." I nodded at Argyle, and we started the relatively short walk back towards the house where we were going to finally kill Merlin.

Part 3b: Confrontation

As we walked up its front walkway, I observed that the house was two stories tall. It lawn was mid-sized, with both an SUV and a sports car in the driveway. Whoever Merlin had been born to was relatively well to do, without being outright rich. I sauntered up to the door, playing Julie's perfect young body and her skimpy attire to the apex of my feminine wiles. Any male opening the door was doomed. But just in case, I topped off my natural allure with a minor charm spell just before I pressed the doorbell. The doorbell chimed somewhere behind the door, and about 30 seconds later I could hear feet padding towards me.

The door cracked open just slightly, and I saw a single eye peeking through it. "Can I help you?" inquired a male voice. My mouth creased in a genuine smile as I realized I'd hit the jackpot.

I widened it into a well-practiced huge, ditzy smile. "I'm sorry, but my car broke down and my cellphone is dead. Can I use your phone?", I asked.

The eye behind the door glanced down, dwelling on my inviting cleavage for a while, and then came back up to my face. "I suppose that can be arranged", he replied.

The door shut for a second, then the pull chain slid away with a clunk and the door opened wide. An astonishingly average-looking man was holding the door open for me. "Come on in", he said with an eager smile.

Stepping through their doorway, I noticed some family photos on a wall to my left. There was a gorgeous blonde woman with a TV station's logo in the bottom right corner of the picture, and my host was standing right next to her. And between them was their baby boy. My heart skipped a beat as I realized who I was looking at.

"What a beautiful family", I remarked.

The man smiled bashfully. "Yeah, I hit jackpot with Brianna. Our son Merle is truly the most exceptional child I've ever met. Any I'm not just saying that because he's mine."

I smirked knowingly. "Just looking into his eyes, he seems to have an ancient soul."

The man paused a second before replying, "You're probably right. But, let me get that phone for you, and then you can be on your way."

The corner of my eye caught a shimmer down the hall; Argyle had slipped by us and was checking around the house. Almost as soon as Argyle disappeared from view, the man came back with a cordless phone. I idly began scratching at a supposed itch on my nipple, drawing away what little attention the man may have had available. He tried not to be obvious, but his attention was intensely focused on the tantalizing movements which afforded glimpse after glimpse of my hardening nipple. "Thank you ever so much for this. Is there anything I can do to repay you?", I asked. I brought my hands up a little, lifting my breasts up and pressing them together in a way that I could tell had his full and undivided attention.

He stammered briefly. "Well, Brianna wouldn't want me to - that is..."

I smirked and used my heel to nudge the front door shut, then simply slipped the shoulder straps off of my bikini and stepped out of my top. He was now looking, unblinkingly, at a spectacular pair of bare breasts. I gave him a very slight push of Power at this point to completely impair his judgment. "You should go wait for me in the bedroom", I told him.

I expected slack-jawed compliance, but the man resisted me with every fiber of his being. I could tell that he'd been Merlin's servant for a while now, because an ordinary man's resistance would've been almost nonexistent at this point. I felt a slight twinge in my belly as I applied just a bit more Power, bringing a dull violet glow into the pupils of my eyes until the man's face slackened, finally defeated. He nodded soullessly, then turned around and started walking down the hall towards his bedroom.

I smirked and followed as he shuffled in front of me, stripped of his free will. Argyle materialized to my right with a slight whiff of sulfur. "Mistress, I've found him", he hissed.

"Excellent", I answered. The man reached the end of his hall and then turned left, walking through the doorway to the master bedroom. I raised my hand and muttered an incantation, and the edges of the door began to glow violet with a barrier spell. I felt a squirming, slithering motion within my belly as my uterus began, ever so slowly, to expand. I smiled and patted my still-flat belly, confident that I still had enough Power in reserve to accomplish my mission.

I turned to Argyle and my eyes narrowed to slits as I hissed out, "Take me to him."

Merlin's room was unassuming, given what he really was. It looked just like any ordinary baby's nursery, decorated with the stuffed animals and other things which one would typically associate with a boy's room. But I wasn't here to look at the decor - I was here to kill someone.

Merlin himself lay in a crib beneath the window, awake but staring at me wide-eyed. Argyle soundlessly followed me in, standing as a mute witness to the consummation of a truly ancient vendetta. Merlin's infant body lacked the control to do anything useful, but his eyes were as ancient as they've ever been. Any other baby might have been staring at the bare breasts jutting proudly from my chest, but I know that he knew exactly who I was. And why I was here.

"Merlin, you're mine now", I said. I approached him purposefully, putting one foot in front of the other. My nipples were hard with excitement; I could've cut glass with them.

As I pointed a finger at the baby, its face contorted in a look of anger. It looked like it was about to cry, but frankly I didn't want to bother listening. There was no sense in prolonging matters, and trying to drag matters out with torture or something was a classic villain mistake which would just get me thwarted in the end. I closed my hand into a fist, exerting Power to form the air around his throat into a choking ring of constriction. I had my other hand on my navel, where I could feel my uterus just beginning to expand.

Merlin laughed as if he were being tickled, and waved his fingers at me in a taunt. While he didn't have the ability to cast spells, he somehow had reservoirs of Power stored up to counter my spells. I'd have to exhaust those reservoirs before I could inflict harm on him through Magick.

"You will die this time, Merlin!" I swore as I changed tactics. I clapped my hands together and all the loose objects in the room levitated, then hurtled at his infant form too fast for the human eye to follow. There was a horrific crashing noise as they met in the center and flattened, forming an expanding ovoid shell of thin-spread debris around a protected core. There was a grinding sound as I continued pouring Power against Merlin, crushing the debris thinner and thinner as I increased the compression force into the multi-ton range. A crackling sound was coming from Merlin as my Power fought his, working hard at draining away his reserves.

Speaking of reserves, I winced as the top of my shorts began to bite into my swelling belly. I paused my spellcasting for a moment to unsnap my top button and let my belly expand freely as appropriate. A mirror hanging on the side of the bedroom revealed that while I'd entered the room as a tall, slender woman with a bikini model's toned midriff, I was now unmistakably pregnant and starting to approach my second trimester's worth of development.

The grinding noise changed suddenly, deepening as the egg-shaped accretion of items from around the room began stretching and shifting, growing taller. "Thank you, Morgana", a child's voice called out from within.

In a moment, a small but no longer tiny fist smashed its way through the cocoon of debris. "I must thank you for burning off a few years of life, actually. The wards I made my guardian set are designed to begin burning my childhood years once my reserves start draining. I do hate waiting to develop bladder control, let alone speech." The remnants of the shell cracked and fell away, leaving a small boy who looked like he was around six years old.

"Then I'll burn you out instead, demon spawn!" I hissed.

Merlin released a wry smile that only a little boy could have achieved. "Only half, remember? My father was a demon; my mother was simply a witch."

I replied with a fire spell, sending a gout of flame from my fingers and wrapping around his face. I knew the heat wouldn't get through his shielding, but I was hoping that the flame would steal the oxygen nearby. I felt pressure from within as my baby slowly, inexorably expanded and my belly pushed up and up, lifting my breasts as I entered my third trimester. Speaking of my breasts, they grew as well, going from perfectly formed globes to much larger perfectly formed globes. Merlin boredly paused until the count of ten and snapped his fingers, transmuting my flame into a harmless tendril of steam.

"Seriously?" he asked, yawning.

I looked down and noticed that my pregnancy was advanced now; I was about 8 months along now. Merlin was older too now, about ten. My attempts to burn through his reserves using Magick weren't doing too well, so I decided that my toned adult body stood a decent chance of just strangling him with my bare hands.

I stomped forward, my belly swaying from side to side as I closed the distance between myself and my prey. The sensation of wrapping my hand around his neck was satisfying for me and utterly unexpected for him. I lifted him off the floor before he could cast anything, and he flailed his feet wildly. One of his kicks managed to strike one of my tits, and I winced as a droplet of milk was squeezed out painfully. A gurgling sound came out of his mouth as he tried to cast a spell, failing miserably.

I shifted my weight and brought him to the floor, holding him down for better leverage. He was fighting me with his body and with his magic, using Power to keep my hands from closing all the way. But he was losing; his battered airway was beginning to close, and his body was aging and growing beneath me as he burned Power to keep it open. I had to burn Power too in defense, but not nearly as much as the frantic boy beneath me. I still shuddered though, as I felt my belly grow outward and touch the arm I was using to choke Merlin to death. There was a sickening moment where I thought my belly was shrinking, but it was only my uterus dropping into position, the baby's head inexorably orienting itself to pass through my cervix.

Merlin's magical attacks had ceased entirely, and his physical struggles were weakening by the moment. I was about to go into labor too, but honestly I didn't care if I wound up giving birth this time as long as I killed Merlin first. Right about then, I felt something press at the crotch of my shorts. "Fuck her", Merlin managed to squeak out through his clamped windpipe, apparently stated to no one in particular.

I looked down, and Merlin's erect cock was stabbing ineffectively at my vagina for just a thrust or two. He'd clearly taken my curse into account, and was trying to get me out of my present body by fucking me. But, no matter; I'd taken victory with my bare hands. I relaxed my grip for a moment as Merlin slipped away into unconsciousness, contemplating my next course of action.

Then I hunched over with discomfort as my baby kicked hard, right under my belly button. I put a hand to the spot where he was kicking and my hand glowed a soft orange for a moment, passing a calming spell through my belly wall and into my fetus. I gritted my teeth and returned my thoughts to dealing with Merlin, anxious to end this before I went into labor. The wizard's teenaged body was still breathing, but only shallowly.

And then I felt a tingling sensation on the outside of my pussy. Momentslater, I gasped in shock as the tingling at my pussy lips gave way to the sensation of a penile shaft sliding insistently into my gradually-dilating vagina. I yanked my shorts down, reaching around my swollen belly as I struggled to pry them off to get at my pussy. In the meantime, the penis within me was hard, excited - the thrusts were about a second in and a second out, filling me with pleasure. I gasped inadvertently, even as I realized what was happening inside of me: Merlin's damned cock portal. This was far from my first experience with it, but it was my first time since the curse that I'd been on the receiving end. I realized then that when Merlin had gasped out "Fuck her", that was an order for his servant.

My breath was starting to come in gasps as he thrust within me, striving to reach his orgasm before I could do something about it. I uttered a word of Power to try to sever the link, but the portal itself had several centuries' worth of Power stored in it, and it resisted me. I pushed magically at his cock, shoving against it even as I felt it begin to twitch and ooze pre-cum into my waiting vagina. Thankfully for me, the Curse's transfer required the man to have a full orgasm, not just pre-cum, before it would take effect. Still, my attempt to try to push the cock out of me drew just enough from my fetus's life force that my belly tensed for a few seconds, then relaxed, and then rapidly tightened into a teeth-clenching midriff-squeezing contraction.

"FUCK!", I growled out as the contraction peaked and ebbed, only to be replaced by the anticipation of the next. "I'm going into labor, Argyle!"

Argyle stepped forward. "What do you want me to do about it, Master?"

"Finish off Merlin for me. As long as he dies, I don't care what else happens. We win either way", I said.

Argyle shook his head. "I can touch his guardian, Master, but you know I can't touch Merlin himself. He's the son of a Daemonic prince, and not touching our royalty is one of the few absolute rules of my kind. I'd be flayed alive for at least a century, and then they'd move into truly creative torture."

I winced as I felt the penis within me release a little more precum. The guardian's climax was coming any moment now, and there was only one way I could get his cock out of my pussy. I put my hands on top of my swollen, hardened, contracting belly and pressed down hard, embracing my labor and pushing harder than I think I've ever pushed before. I cast one spell to ease my birth and another to augment my labor. My baby began to open me from within, her head nestled perfectly in the dead center of my cervix and exerting an insistent pressure upon it. The contraction mounted and intensified, leaving my belly rock-hard as my cervix grudgingly continued to dilate. Beads of sweat stood out all over my body as I gritted my teeth and pushed. I was physically shaking with exertion when I felt a wet pop inside me, followed by a draining sensation as my water broke.