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.