The Impregnation Theory

Andria needed to find a permanent way to keep her husband from groping her in bed.

“The night is young Andria,” The old bastard gave a sloppy kiss on her cheek, and Andria gave a grunt. “Let’s try one round. We haven’t done it in a long time.”

“Not today Julius,” Andria tried her best to remain soothing. But her mind drifted onto Gray. She had meant for the bastard to run away with the money, but Julius appearing at the doorstep right at the same time was a sign of her luck turning worse.

“Come on, just a kiss,” the old man probed closer at her until Andria felt something soft touch her thighs. She lifted the sheets to see the old bastard’s wilted cock hitting her leg. She could swear the thing was getting smaller each day, and his cock looked bent even during an erection. She once even suppressed a laugh when he tried to keep his cock straight during sex.

“I’m going to read,” she said, pushing herself out of bed.

Julius grabbed the hem of her dress like a little child refusing to give away his favorite toy. “Let me at least look at you. Show me those,” he pulled her nightdress from the side, letting it slide open until it fell down showing one of her breasts.

“I love you,” Julius grinned, hand moving to his wilted cock as he rubbed it up and down, eyes fixed on her breast.

Pathetic bastard, Andria looked away from the old man’s theatrics. She was sure he was past fifty now, and her mother had agreed to marry her off only because Julius helped her father reclaim back his lost debt. She had never liked him anyway, and she had almost felt afraid when he rose above the bed on the night after they wedded and failed twice in finding the spot to thrust his dick in.

Sex with Julius has been like sewing, cleaning, or gardening, all of which Andria hated. The only thing that kept her happy was how every other woman was suffering the same fate. In the afternoon tea parties she would hear the same stories about sex being a pain, not how it was something pleasurable.

At least until Andria met Gray.

Andria tried to picture the boy’s cock again. It felt strong and sturdy, and each time he entered she felt it hit the deepest. And the sensation in the morning as he sent his seed it, it was like all of her nerves wrecked in pleasure at the same time.

She felt her getting wet.

“Aaaah! I’m coming!”

She looked at her husband’s dick sprouting out one trickle of cum. Even that rolled down his penis and hid behind his hairy balls.

I’m sick of this!

She pulled her dress back up and walked out of the room. Julius muttered something but she didn’t care. She now had a seed. She could raise a child. Her husband was just a political tool to rise in the ranks.

I’ll announce my pregnancy sometime later, and then I can avoid him for nine months.

All she had to do was to pray to the fairies the child’s hair would be the same color as hers. If the child had even a trace of black hair that boy Gray had then Julius would choke her to death.

I wonder what Gray is doing…he’ll be humiliated tomorrow.

Julius had come home in the evening grinning from ear to ear. He had gotten approval for a public humiliation tomorrow. There wouldn’t be much of a crowd for Gray, but there would be for Lyla. Poor bitch was suffering because that idiot girl had run away.

Who cares about her…Gray will-

Andria stopped. Why was she caring about Gray? The boy meant nothing to her. He was just a servant. And the bastard might be plotting ways to kill her in the basement. It was just better if she could send a letter to her mother to summon an assassin to kill him.

But then the sex…

Andria felt her crotch get wet. Events in the morning replayed in her head. She looked at the guest bedroom where Gray had kept slapping her ass.

That bastard….

But each time he did she felt a mind-numbing pleasure echo through her body. For the first time in her wedded life she was able to enjoy sex! It no longer felt like some sweaty old bastard humping over her. Sex felt so good.

But I can’t stoop so low as to-

A sudden pain coursed through her body. It started from the tips of her feet and moved to her head then came back down to her abdomen. She tried to scream, but she didn’t find her voice. She fell down on the corridor, clutching her belly. It felt like something was stabbing inside her.

No, no…did that bastard place a curse on me?

Sweat trailed down her forehead, and her vision started to double.

Hello Andria, she heard Gray’s voice inside her head. Come down to the basement so I can see you.

No, no, I’m hallucinating. She stood up, gritting her teeth, and tried to walk back to the bedroom. But her legs weren’t willing to.

Turn around, Gray’s voice had the same confidence it had when he fucked her rough. The tone of having control over her. You will come down. NOW!

The last word made her turn, and before she knew her feet was carrying her through the corridor. She sped through the stairs. There were still signs of the fight near the door. There were a few gold coins under the chair, and drops of blood on the carpets. As she passed the servant's bedroom she heard the whimpering cries of a woman. Probably Lyla. The poor woman must be suffering from heartbreak.

The moment the thought passed her, she felt something bitter and angry inside her head. She felt it. It was like the person tugging from the other end of the rope tugged it harder.

He’s angry….

When she reached the basement her hands moved to her clothes.

Strip before coming inside. Come in like the whore you are.

No, no… her hands moved to her dress, and she tugged it from both sides, and the nightdress fell down.

It was then her eyes fell down upon a horrible sight. In her belly, right below her navel, was a tattoo in black glowing in pink. It felt like the horns of a ram from the side with a strange symbol in the middle. And god knew when it appeared in her.

Come in…

Andria found the keys below the carpet, and she opened the door.

I’m afraid to see what’s inside…he’ll kill me…

“Gray,” she said the moment she opened the door. “I’m really sorry. I…I didn’t know-”

She stopped in mid-sentence to see the view. Gray was leaning onto the wall, naked, but with his member erect enough to spring upwards. He seemed alright from the injuries, and despite a bruise or two, he was the same boy he’d always been.

But beside him was a tiny naked woman sprouting out a malicious smile as little wings fluttered behind her. There was some glowing aura around her, something dangerous.

“A-A fairy,” Andria uttered in disbelief.

“A real one,” the little thing’s voice was loud for its size. “And sadly I’m not here for blessings…at least not for you anyway.”

“I-”

“Get down to your knees,” Gray’s voice was rough. And Andria went straight down to the ground until her hands and head were touching it. Her body followed his orders without hesitation, even though her mind questioned it.

“See?” The fairy’s voice echoed in the little room. “It was easy.”

She chuckled like a little child. “I believe it’s time for punishment.”

Andria felt Gray’s foot on her head. And she could do nothing to stand up. What’s worse was that she was getting even wetter the moment he touched her. “My proud noble bitch! You’re going to wish you never betrayed me.”