The Impregnation Theory

Sex was much more pleasurable than Gray had ever imagined. He had found about sex from one of the adult books he had stolen from Julius’s library, and when Lyla found out about it she had gone mad and thrown the book away. But that night, in a very, very serious tone she had explained the idea of sex between girls and boys.

For a long time Gray thought it was a simple pleasure…or more of a guilty pleasure. The same pleasure he had when he once peeked a look inside while Lyla was bathing and saw her completely naked. Or the time when he was inside the same room when Sia changed her dress. She had her mother’s breasts. Just the perfect size. He had spent that entire day with an erection.

But sex…sex was different. Every time he slid into his mistress’s wet walls and watched her face slowly transform from anger to numbness to pleasure made his entire body shiver with a violent ecstasy. With each second he increased his pace.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Andria’s eyes were up in the ceiling, and her tongue was out, and somehow her hands had gripped Gray like he would suddenly stop.

“Oh, you like it?” Gray was sure she no longer needed the mistress title. He slowly slid his hands from the edges of her skirt to her buttocks. He gripped them, his hands full of her flesh. He quickened his pace, and slowly lifted her up.

They were both sweaty and each brimming with pleasure, and Gray felt the familiar feeling of cum rushing to the tip of his penis. But before he could rush it all out, he released his grip on Andria, brought his face close and kissed her deep in the lips. Her tongue lolled inside him, taking up every inch, and her mouth babbled something like ‘mmgh, mmgh, more…’

As Gray lapped his tongue on top of hers and tasted her sweet kiss he felt everything release all at once. It practically shot out of him, and when he pulled out his tongue Andria gave out a huge moan. Her body jerked up as she took it all in, and her hands tightened onto Gray, and her eyes, which were angry before now looked up to him like they wanted to devour him alive.

But then there was something - a strange sensation inside Gray. It was like unlocking something inside him, and he knew unlocking it meant he'd impregnate her.

But he didn't.

Gray came for a while. It was probably seconds, but it felt like minutes. He let out every last drop inside her, and then he pulled it out. He wagged it on top of her, letting the few remaining drops land on her legs.

He suddenly felt weak. His legs felt numb, and even his head became a bit dizzy.

“I’m going to sleep here,” he muttered. He fell back onto Lord Julius’s pillow, then started snoring.

He heard Andria mutter something, but it was probably a light protest. If it was a hard one then he would be kicked out of the bed. She didn’t seem to be in her correct mind. When he pulled his thing off her he had seen her face. Her eyes were far apart, her tongue was out, and her cheeks were red like roses.

Slutty mistress, Gray smirked. And that was the last thought he had before his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.

ÕÕÕÕ

Gray dreamed of Sia touching his dick. He felt half guilt, half pleasure. He knew he wanted to like it, but if he liked it, he would push Sia to the bed and fuck her like a beast. And he knew sex felt good. But sex with Sia…

Something squirmed in his penis and his eyes shot open. He looked down to see Andria’s hand on his member. She was still on the bed, and her eyes examined the tattoo on his dick. Her touch felt smooth, but Gray didn’t want it to wander further.

He pushed the sheets and scrambled out of bed. “Nope lady, not now.”

The morning light was escaping through the curtains. And Gray was having an erection with last night’s memories coming to him slowly. Half of his mind was still thinking about Sia touching him.

“Little slave is awake,” Andria smiled. “You had a lot of balls when speaking yesterday.”

“And you enjoyed it,” Gray grinned. “I saw your face.”

That made her angry. “I was not enjoying it. It was some absurd magic of…of…”

Her face was already looking red. Her eyes moved onto his penis like it was something dangerous but attractive.

“That’s not the point,” Andria shook her head and then grinned. “You already gave me what I needed, and now I have no use for you. So you have two choices, boy. Run the fuck out of this house and don’t ever think of coming back to this town. Or, stay here and wait for me to send some bastard to slit your throat. So, what’s your preference?”

Gray would be panicking if he hadn’t thought about this moment an entire day ago. His time in the basement already gave him enough time to think.

“I don’t want both options,” he said. “Besides, how can you be sure you’ll be pregnant?”

“Ha! I hate to compliment you Gray, but every time Lord Julius did it with me he only came at most four or five drops. Compared to it yours was….quite a lot. If I didn’t get pregnant from it then there’s something wrong with fairy magic.”

“Oh no,” Gray walked over to the bed and picked up his trousers. “That is where you are wrong. Yesterday I managed to control my power. For a woman with the procreation herald’s seed to get pregnant the herald should give her a seed capable enough to bear children. And I didn't do that. I may have come a lot, but what's the point if it can't get you pregnant?”

“You are lying!” Andria snapped.

“Am I? Did you feel it? If you did then sure, go on, kill me. But then you’ll lose the only chance to have a child.”

“You bastard! This is blackmail!”

“Who cares?” Gray heard plates rattling downstairs. “Oh, breakfast is ready. Better get downstairs. And since Lord Julius is absent the whole day I recommend having sex three times. One after breakfast, another after lunch, and another after dinner. In each of these times you should be completely naked, no more rules about clothes and touching. I have the right to explore every inch of your body, see all the holes, touch all the places…you get the point. Oh, and you’ll treat me nicely from now on.”

Gray grinned and walked to the door.

“Y-you…y-you…” Andria was still trying to think of better insults.

Gray opened the door and looked back. “Andria, you can either follow my rules or kill me and be done with it. But as a smart woman, I think you know what’s right. Besides, you enjoyed the sex last night. You don’t want to say goodbye to that would you….my little bitch!”

He grinned at her reddening face, then slammed the door shut.