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.