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.