The Impregnation Theory

Gray watched the first rays of the morning sunlight enter Julius’s office. He was sitting in the warm cushions of his master’s chair, something he used to clean every morning. He sat cross-legged, completely naked while sipping a glass of Julius’s richest wine.

Andria sat on the sofa, sipping the coffee he had prepared for her. She wasn’t wearing any piece of cloth either, but still had the elegance of a noble woman.

I’ll keep her naked for a few days, Gray thought. I’ll order her not to wear any clothes as a punishment. That way I can humiliate her better.

“Enjoying your new power?”

He turned to see Kitra fluttering near him. She was smiling. And somehow she was there through the whole scenario where Gray fucked Andria in front of her husband.

Sometimes I wonder if she enjoys all of this…

“Yes,” Gray eyed the tattoo on Andria’s belly. “You should have told me of that power a few days before. I could have stopped a lot of trouble then.”

“And let yourself get free retirement with your childhood sweetheart? Of course not,” she fluttered towards his face. “And control has its limit. The reason you can control her is that you have your seed inside her. You’ll be able to control her through the nine months of pregnancy. But the moment the child is born you lose control of her.”

“And then what? She comes at me with a dagger?”

“Not quite. When I meant control I didn’t mean hypnosis. Complete hypnosis is impossible to achieve even for the divine. What you are doing is simply pushing her emotions the way you want, the rest of her self builds it up from there. For instance, she is truly in love with the way you have sex with her. She is addicted to that,” she pointed a tiny finger at his dick. “But cuckolding her husband right in front of him was your push.”

Gray looked at Andria. She was sitting away from him, and she didn’t seem to hear his conversation.

“I hope you threw away the thoughts of that girl Sia,” Kitra’s tone suddenly had a dangerous edge. “I don’t want her messing with our plans.”

“She won’t,” Gray said. “And I want you to stop probing. You said you wanted half of the women in this town impregnated. I’ll get to that from today onwards. What I do apart from that, is none of your business.”

Kitra watched him closely for a while. Then she smiled. “Good,” she opened her palm, tiny green dust motes gathered around it. “Open your hand.”

Gray opened. And she placed her tiny hand on top of his. The little dust slowly multiplied, huddled together and solidified to a little golden pocket watch. It’s shined enough for Gray to see his own reflection. But when he looked at it closely he saw there was only one clock hand in it, and instead of numbers, there were fairy letters on the edges.

“That clock represents a cycle of women,” Kitra pointed at the clock hand which was inched a little left from the top. “Each time you impregnate a woman that hand moves to the right. When it comes a full circle, I’ll come back, with good powers and good news.”

“How long will it take?”

“That’s based on the rate of women you impregnate per day.”

“And what’s a good rate?”

“At least four. But that’s quite impossible, so I recommend starting slow and increasing pace. Remember what I said, you just need the right words and charm to make any woman want a child from you.”

“And then I place a tattoo,” Gray said. “Then I’ll have them in control.”

“And they’ll raise a glorious army for us,” For a moment Kitra’s grin spread wider. Then she cleared her throat. “Remember to control them well. They aren’t dogs, they are humans. It’s not easy putting a leash on living beings with complex emotions. Andria, for example, loves the dirty talk in bed, but she’ll expect you to be softer on her during other occasions.”

Gray nodded. “Don’t I get a good kiss of luck?”

Kitra chuckled. “My little pervert.”

She flew down and kissed the tip of his member. A little drop of precum escaped the tip and Kitra took a sip of it. “I won’t have any chances to save you anymore. So use your power wisely.”

“Uh-huh,” Gray suddenly admired her little naked body. “I’ll miss you.”

Kitra licked her lips, then touched both her nipples. “So will I my herald. Next time I visit I’ll give you a better taste of me.”

She smiled, and the figure of the fairy slowly scattered into tiny fairy dust. Gray stood for a while, watching the thin air.

Good, she’s gone.

She might act all cute and cuddly when he talks well to her, but he still remembered the jolts of pain she gave him when he insulted her.

And I’m still a slave. This time my master belongs to the divine.

He stood up and stretched himself. That didn’t matter. He was now free from Julius, and he had his sweet, sweet revenge for humiliating him. Never in his life he think he’d be able to humiliate Julius so brutally, and he enjoyed every second of it. Each time he went deep into Andria he recalled every beating and thrashing the old bastard had given him.

And the poor fucker still had an erection…

He chuckled. That made Andria look at him. “You seem happy.”

“Aren’t you?” he smiled. “You are finally free from your husband. And I finally fucked you like a bitch for what you did to me.”

“And now we are even,” Andria glared.

“Oh no, we have one more. Come close.”

She slowly kept the cup of coffee down, eyeing him warily. Then she stood up and walked towards him, boldly keeping her spine straight. “I did what you asked Gray, and I enjoyed the look on Julius’s face, but I lost everything because of this. What more do I owe you?”

“Mmm hmm, bend your face,” Gray said. When Andria’s face came close expecting a kiss, he raised his hand wide and slapped her in the face. The noble lady’s face swung to the left from the force, and her cheek got redder than her buttocks. “That was for slapping Lyla and insulting her. And this,” he slapped her again, this time on the other side. Andria’s face swung to the right. “Is for calling Sia a whore. Now we are even.”

Andria rubbed her cheeks from her hands. Her eyes looked shocked, but she gave a nod. “I deserved it.”

“At least you are understanding,” Gray touched her belly. “Now we need to plan. We have a cucked husband in the bedroom who will run a rampage if we let him free. So we can’t. But if we don’t there will be guards and nobles coming searching for him.”

“I can hold them off for a few days saying he’s sick,” Andria suggested. “And then the two of us could run away.”

Gray hated that. Running away. The two words that got him into trouble in the first place. In the end, he was just more naive than Sia.

Oh, Sia…

She called him a whore, and his anger boiled all over again. I did all of this for you!

But fuck Sia, she could wait. He wasn’t about to betray Kitra again.

“I have different plans,” Gray brushed her public hair. “I’m staying. And you’ll hand those three bags of gold to me. I’ll invest it, and start my own business. I’ll be free. And you will find some way to trap Julius in a prison cell. You’ll tell he insulted you, slapped your face, called you names, made you kneel in a prison cell, and kept his foot over you-”

“Wait, that’s you-”

“The point is, you’ll get him into a cell where he’ll shut up. And then you raise that child and we-”

There was a sudden crash from down below.

“It’s probably Lyla,” Andria muttered. “What were you saying-”

Gray almost wanted to ignore it, but then he heard a scream - Lyla’s scream.

Shit!

He pushed Andria away and scrambled out of the office. He looked through the corridor to see Julius’s bedroom door wide open.

Oh no…

He fed all the energy he had to his legs, and he started running.