Merlin 's magic Wang
By Haramiru


The idea for this history came from two dissimilar places. offset, I read a woman 's charge that a sealed shirt she likes gets her `` eye-fucked '' so much that she needs birth control when she wears it. It left me thinking that it would be interesting if a man actually COULD eye-fuck cleaning lady. It could be line of products of mess, TV, photos, whatever. The former half was when I was making fun of a sealed fictional franchise based at a necromancer school and realized that eye-fucking could be `` a thing '' using pigeon hawk 's magic wang. And of course of instruction, what fun would fucking be without gestation ?


function 1 : An Unassuming Wooden anchor ring

If you took a survey of everyone who 's ever studied abroad in college, just about all of them would tell you that it changed their life history forever. Compared to what happened during my semester in England though, they may as well have stayed home.

Towards the end of the semester, I was part of a gang of multitude waiting at a bus stop in the pelting in battlefront of the cancel chronicle Museum in capital of the United Kingdom. Just like in any big city, the more multitude there were, the less likely it was that anyone would bother talking to me. But a few minutes before the bus was supposed to arrive, I felt mortal tug at my cubitus. I turned and looked down, suddenly noticing an ancient, wizened man looking up at me. His face was wrinkled into a incessant grinning. He cleared his pharynx and addressed me in a high-pitched voice.

`` American, yes ? You 're studying mythology ? ``

I glanced down at my notebook, conveniently labeled 'mythology'. The old timekeeper was n't psychical, but he was at to the lowest degree literate. I nodded.

`` You know, '' he cackled, `` Falco columbarius was a right horny illegitimate child. For all the time he spent fuckin', he never woulda got anything done if he were n't a wizard. ``

I raised my eyebrow and inwardly wondered why I 'd drawn the screwball old man 's attention. I resolved to humor him until the bus arrived, rather than risking his anger. `` maven body of work did n't take practically of his fourth dimension ? '' I asked.

The man shook his head. `` No, boy, it took nearly all of his time ! But as a wizard, he could devise way to make love while he worked. Some lesser champion would summon a succuba and fuck her, but not Merlin. No, he made himself a portal just big enough to fall away his dick through. And he designed it so the other position of that portal would be the snatch of whatever womanhood he was thinking of at the time. It meant he could have all the jollies he wanted without actually leaving his laboratory. He could mix an elixir with his hands while fucking the keep hell out of a adult female on the other slope of the country. ``

`` Remote-control sex, then ? '' I inquired.

The old Roma man cackled at the feeling, then reached into his pocket and produced a smooth wooden hoop, inscribed with tiny runes around the outside. `` This, boy ! When he thought of a miss and put this ring on his cock, it came out inside the missy 's pussy instead of the other side of the ring. He 'd bed her as hard as he pleased, then cum inside her. He did n't like cleaning up afterwards though, so the spell did n't let anything from her body halt on his cock. Clean as a tin whistle for him, but he 'd fulfill her with his cum whenever he wanted. '' He paused for a consequence. `` But no one ever accused thaumaturge of playing fair, now did they boy ? ``

I was n't quite sure what to mean, other than that I wished that I had chosen to look inside the museum. I was left speechless when, with surprise speed, the antediluvian man pressed the ring into my deal and said, `` And now, it 's yours. Do n't let it go to waste. '' He stepped back and melted into the gang as if he were never there, leaving only his high-pitched cackle behind, fading slowly away down the street.

At outset I wrinkled my nuzzle and thought about dropping the ring on the ground, but then I was distracted as I realized that my pocket felt lighter. Patting at my pocket, I discovered my my wallet was missing. I nearly had a eye fire before remembering that what was stolen was was just my decoy wallet ; my ID and actual spending money was still safely tucked in my waistband. I chuckled and examined the memento the old man had inadvertently traded for a cheap pocketbook full of paper print-outs with the dustup `` fuck you '' on them. The ring itself looked like ancient rowan wood, worn smooth over time, with a pattern of intricate runes carved into its outer boundary. It felt a little bit warm to the hint, and it was probably worth more than my lure billfold. Once I got back to my dorm, I packaged it securely in my baggage, then forgot about it for a calendar month until the semester finished up and I returned to America.


portion 2 : Drunk Consciences Actually Want You to Get Laid

The next month, I was back in America and had managed to get the drunkest I could remember having been. I 'd just derive home to observe that not only was my now-ex girlfriend Carly fucking one of my friends, but the friend was distaff and both parties had refused to entertain the simple notion of a three-way. Carly had already decided that I was going to have to move out of our apartment the following Mon, and had packed all of my stuff in boxes for me before I even arrived. What pissed me off the most was that she 'd started cheating on me almost as soon as my semester abroad started, but had n't told me anything until today. So, throughout my entire semester abroad, I 'd still devote my half of the rent on our apartment and had turned down the attentions of ome very attractive European little girl. In the meantime, Carly spent the totally time fucking her new girlfriend 's brains out and using the money I sent back to pay her half of the rent. Being used like that made me madder the More I thought about it, so I chose to get estimable and smashed before moving to the dorm way I 'd managed to secure on short posting. I tend to wrench into an asshole when I 'm sot, and this made me feel like being an assholeeven before I started drinking. This was going to be one for the chronicle books.

It was 2am and I 'd gone most of the way through a feeding bottle of sake when a diminutive, fuddle translation of me stood up on my shoulder and started shouting into my ear. `` You know, you 're being rude to that old guy by not trying out Falco columbarius 's ring. ``

I shook my headway and begged off, noting that not only was I far too drunk to try it, but the ring was nothing to a greater extent than a tourist trinket.

`` In that casing, you might as well use it, eh ? You 've got Carly on your mind pretty well now, so you 'd know if it worked right away, right ? ``

I blinked. Drunk-me had a breaker point, but logical-me just wanted to pee, chuck, or qualifying out. Or all three at once might be even more entertaining.

`` C'mon, just do it ! You might as well happen out if it works, right ? ``

This went on for a few minutes until I resolved that I was going to drop up. After which, I felt a bit better, which made the voice much more persuasive. Finally, I acceded to the request and staggered into my bedroom, where I 'd set the souvenir onto the antenna of my clock radio set. I picked it up and scrutinized it, but it it did n't seem particularly witching. But, the Sooner I tried it out, the sooner I could get to sleep. I pulled down my underclothing and slipped it over my wang, and somehow my cock really did feel like it was inside Carly 's pussy. I thrust a couple of fourth dimension, and the detached, sober part of my brain noted that this is probably the dumbest way I 've ever jerked off. Still, I was hard, and it felt good, and it did n't take me yearn to cum. I fell asleep with the annulus on my wang, and slept the eternal rest of the dead.

The next dawn, I awoke lying on my side. The ring had fallen off during the night, and I had a massive concern. I staggered through my morning routine, then sat down at the kitchen table to pledge some water. It barely registered with me that the other two seats at the tabular array were full already.

Carly was already there with her lady friend Irene, arguing loudly. `` I swear Irene, I did n't cuckold on you ! I do n't eff guy anymore ! '' exclaimed Carly.

Irene was pissed. `` I was n't always a lesbian, Carly. I know what cock taste perception like, and it was coming out of your slit this aurora, '' she said.

`` Well, that 's unsufferable ! The close man I was with is sitting at that table, and it 's been over for months. I had a really hot dream last nighttime where a man was fucking me bareback, but that 's all. ``

I rested my caput in my helping hand. `` Do you consider you could keep it down, madam ? I 'm way hung over here. ``

Irene turned on me. `` You fucked her last night, did n't you ? Breakup sex for old time 's interest ? ``

I shook my head. `` No, the only affair that got fucked up final stage dark was my kidney and a bottle of rice beer. Unless she came in and raped me in my sleep, I did n't touch her. ``

I paused and thought for a here and now, then staggered to my substructure, head still hurting. `` But let me signal out one short matter, Irene : she told me she loved me, she told me she wanted to spend her life with me, and then she fucked you as soon as my back was turned. What makes you think she 's telling YOU the truth ? '' I did n't even wait for the retort before walking off to my room to pack up what little I 'd unpacked after my head trip, and then bail for campus.

A couple hour later, I was feeling significantly better, and drove my stuff to my new student residence room. The only nice thing Carly had done for me was to make arranging with the college to let me go into the dorm early if I wanted to, and I certainly wanted to. It was right on campus, on the second story and passably placid. Because the semester in England had finished a bit later than the semesters at my school, I 'd just missed the bustle as the other students moved out. I just had a futon, a laptop, a camera, and a small variety of the sort of knick nacks a college student acquires. The only other someone around was a hot co-ed down feather in the parking lot, waiting in a car for her beau. Apparently he was off fighting with the financial aid office.

Since I was bored as hell ( and a little gloomy ) after spending a unit 60 instant unpack, I decided to fuck off. My eyes settled on the ring, and I remembered how near it 'd felt last night. I was chalking up a upright ball of it to having been extremely drunk at the clip, though. I shrugged and resolved to figure out if it was as just while sober. The young dame in the parking lot had leaned her seat all the way back to stay, and I could name out that she was wearing a thin jumper which showcased her glass-cutting, erect nipples. I figured that now was as good a clip as any to try out the `` Falco columbarius '' ring, so I picked it up and unzipped my fly. I went up to the windowpane, looking out at her as she waited. I looked down at the ring and muttered, `` This is stupid. '' Then I slid the hoop over the tip of my penis, and watched its tip vanish.

Seriously, the tip of my wang vanished as if it 'd never been there. The heart of the anchor ring became unintelligible and black as soon as my member touched it, and where my tip should have stuck through the ring, it did n't. On the former helping hand, the tip of my phallus was somewhere affectionate and wet. I stared down in unbelief at the ring, and slowly pulled it off. I felt the warm wetness slide up and off of my phallus, and as soon as my penis was completely realize of the ring, the blackness vanished from its center and it went back to being an ordinary bicycle wooden disc.

I put my fingerbreadth through the ring experimentally, but goose egg happened.

Looking down at the girl in the parking lot, I could see her script resting on her jeans, rubbing a minuscule at the v between her legs. My curiosity piqued, I decided to put the closed chain back on. I placed it over my wang and slide it down, down, further and farther, until my penis appeared to have been replaced entirely by the platter. Looking down at the girl in the parking lot, I could see her wiggle in her seat and rub her hand over her privates, gyrating with pleasure as my phantom penis entered her. I pulled the anchor ring off halfway, then slid it back down and commenced thrusting regularly. I could feel her muscles moving as she thrashed side to side, caught up in what must have seemed to be the strange auto-erotic experience of her life. I took the annulus between my fingers and slid it up and down my wang, feeling her warm wetness pressing against my wang but magically not coming back through. I stroked and stroked, building up until I felt a familiar fire building in my loin. As I built up to a flood tide, I could actually pick up her shrieking in delight through the disc as if from far away, even as I watched her in the car down in the parking lot. Looking down, I saw that she 'd spread her stage wide of the mark and was thrusting her rose hip into the air, wearing a puzzled but enthused expression. Just as I began to buck the first of my load, I pressed down on the ring with both hands, ramming my rock-hard penis into it as far as I possibly could. The ring pressed down, and persona of my penis which could never deliver gotten inside of a girl were suddenly thrust all the way inside of her, adding at least a couple inches worth of duration. A muffled scream of pleasure mixed with bother drifted out of the ring as I struck her her cervix and released ounces of pent-up ejaculate. I felt my dick engulfed by her gently spasming pussy as it milked spermatozoon out of me for what seemed like an eternity. Panting with enervation and sweating lightly, I pulled the ring off of my wang and looked at it with wonder.

`` Damn ! If he built this to hold open himself the infliction of getting laid, I really do n't want to roll in the hay what he came up with to avoid taking a bull, '' I mused.

As travail streamed down my face, I looked down again at the girl I 'd just inseminated. She was rubbing her private parts contentedly, splayed out in the passenger 's keister and panting with enervation. I picked my photographic camera off of my desk and focused in with my 300mm lens. Zoomed in, I could make out a quizzical expression on her look. She unzipped her bloomers, and I watched as one of her work force snaked under her scanty. I watched her wince as she ran her finger inside of her pussy, then extract it. I could see her stare of disbelief as she sniffed at my cum on her fingertip. Her tongue touched it momentarily, tasting it, and then I was able to record the countersign, `` What the nooky ? '' on her sassing. She furrowed her supercilium in surprise as she pulled some Kleenexes out of the glove compartment to clean herself up. She finished just before her swain showed up, and I disappeared back into my elbow room to speculate what I should do now.


Part 3 : Fuck the News, Literally

It was now pretty much settled that this item did exactly what the old man said it would. Whether or not it was made by Merlin, I was n't going to vex about. Putting moral aside, I no longer had to vex about finding a sex better half again. No woman would be out of my reach, unless I decided she was. But morally ? Well, there are many words for men who fuck charwoman without their consent, but none of them are nice.

I laid down on my bed and contemplate matter for a while. You see, I 'm a 23 class old guy, alone in a hall way. My mind kept going back to what had just done, and I 'd feel guilty about it. But that would bring back computer memory of how it felt, and I 'd get aroused, and then start feeling guilty again because I was aroused. I wanted to use the ring again, right now, but I was trying not to. In an attempt to take my thinker off of fucking that daughter, I turned on the TV to watch the news.

At offset, the news provided a comfort misdirection which let me inter myself in government and local anaesthetic intrigue. That is, until Brianna the weather daughter came on. She was in her mid-20s, with a spectacularly clear stand and a deep-cut bluing dress showing just the right on amount of cleavage. I 've always been a sucker for her look, too : mid-length blonde hair's-breadth, sapphire center, and kissable lips. Before I knew it, I 'd unzipped my fly and had begun stroking myself while looking at her. As I hardened, I felt drawn to the halo. At first it was just a minuscule idea, then it became all-consuming. I whimpered a piffling as, with my hands trembling, I found my hand reaching for where I 'd left the hoop. I held it in my handwriting for a few second, my centre going first to it and then to her, and back. I found myself fighting the ring 's temptation for a matter of irregular which felt like minute, but in the end the gang won. My hand lowered towards my peter, positioning the ring right above it.

Brianna was halfway through the weekly forecast when she gasped in mid-sentence as I slowly, experimentally thrust myself into her. She caught herself and resumed talking, although her nerve wore a puzzled expression. I could almost see her intellection, `` Make it through the segment, make it through the segment '' as I started stroking myself into her rhythmically. To her course credit, she managed to assert her composure and chug through the prognosis, although she sounded more and more distracted as I went on. I could see sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she neared the end and I just kept going inside her, sliding the ring up and down my shot. I was starting to get close when her segment ended and cut to a brief on-site piece. Seconds later, I could feel my cock being caressed by her leg muscles as she walked somewhere, then sat down. I was n't for certain what was going on until the shot on the TV changed, putting Brianna back on screen. She was at a desk with the news anchors, with her hands braced in straw man of her on the desk and an verbalism which betrayed just a little bit of panic. Seeing her fount again was all it took ; I thrust hard and pounded away inside of her, watching as her face reddened and she clutched at the desk with both hand, gasping slightly.

`` Are you all right ? '' the distaff co-anchor asked Brianna. I felt bad for a present moment as the weather girl answered, `` Oh, I 'm delicately. It was just a leg cramp iron. ``

The anchors bantered about something, but I did n't pay attention to whatever it was. irregular later, my cock erupted in a vent of cum. I saw Brianna 's eyes widen suddenly and her hand go to her diaphragm as she felt my sperm saturate her vagina. Just to be civil, I left the tintinnabulation on so that the pent-up cum would n't distract her while she was still on the air. Besides, I was still occasionally shuddering with pleasure and oozing a few Thomas More drop cloth of spermatozoan into her greedy pussy. I came back to earth and focused on the news again just as their segment ended, and I turned off the TV. I looked down at my wang, which magically looked like it ended with the ring. The last clock time, the ringing 's heart and soul had appeared to be pitch-dark. This metre, there was a pulsating green glow at its center of attention. I gave one last thrust with the ring, coaxing just one more pulse of sperm out of my penis before I pulled it off. The arcsecond it was pass of my wang, the ring 's center faded away and it became once again just a empty wooden disc.

After that, I found it impossible to break off. The ringing was habit-forming ; I could no more stop using it than I could stop breathing. If I tried to end using it, I 'd develop painful blue balls. And somehow, onanism had stopped working entirely ; the alone way I could discharge sperm now was through the band. On the other helping hand, I 'll be the inaugural to admit that surrendering to the ring 's dingy seductive king felt damn good.

In some shipway, things were adept for me that semester. I discovered that the pack worked with any image or likeness of a bread and butter woman. On any given night, I would roll in the hay actresses, supermodels, or even girls out of a catalog. There were a few occasions where the ring 's center went red and I could n't enter at all, and I learned through experimentation that that meant I was trying to enrol a virgin. Falco columbarius may have been a corneous bastard like the old man said, but apparently he had taken steps to protect a woman 's firstly time. I respected that, particularly since I could now tell apart which of the girls on campus were actually virgins. Not surprisingly, it turns out that fewer than half of the girl on campus who claimed to be virgins actually were. It was only a few week before I started overhearing students at the cafeteria talking about `` touch sex ''. Apparently they thought the schooltime was haunted by the ghost of a phenomenal lover. I was surprised to learn that at least one of the girls had tried to have-to doe with the `` spook 's '' phallus while it was inside her, but some form of barrier prevented her from making middleman. I took note of that for the time to come, even as I snapped a picture of their group with my cellphone. I was doing that several clip a day, collecting pictures of girls all over campus.

Every day was spent snapping pictures, and every night was lying down with the halo and ejaculating into the kitty of the girls I 'd photograph during the day. As the days stretched into weeks, and the calendar week stretched into calendar month, I noticed modification in myself. I was able to climax 4-6 times a dark now, and I 'd ignite up early in the first light to jerk off into a couplet more puss. Some weekends I would just quell holed up in my student residence room, occasionally working my way through a small sorority over the two days. Filling fair sex with my sperm had become my life ; I really did n't do anything else other than eating and studying.

I was starting to figure out the annulus, too. Its marrow was usually pitch-dark when I entered a woman, but sometimes it would glow commons. On a dyad of occasions, it was pulsing special K like the night I fucked Brianna.

Speaking of Brianna, a twosome of calendar month into the semester, she announced that she was actually pregnant and expecting a tiddler in seven months. Given that I 'd be intimate her right when I moved in, I knew there was a chance that the baby was actually mine. That 's when I realized what the pulsing green light meant. I also realized I 'd seen it several sentence since then. Brianna was talking to the anchors when I entered her, and she barely managed not to puff when I entered her. When they asked what had happened, she passed it off as the baby kicking. It was unimaginable that too soon, but it saved her from trying to explain that she 'd just felt a spectre penis penetrate her vagina. When I looked down at the ring, I could see that its shopping centre was glowing blue devil, then changing to green, and back again. At this tip, I pulled out of Brianna instead of going all the way this time around, as I 'd already modify her life sufficiency for the fourth dimension being.


Part 4 : A Warren of Beach bunny rabbit

A few week later, I unlocked the threshold to a fantasy multi-million dollar beach planetary house. The household belonged to one of my dad 's supporter, and I 'd harmonize to watch it for the weekend. For my component, I 'd brought my camera and had decided that I was going to get enough moving-picture show to live up to my craving for a piece. It was now March, and in Golden State the weekend ensured that the beach was packed, and the heat energy wave ensured that the charwoman were all nearly naked. Sat morning, I was sitting in a comfy chair in the guest sleeping room, looking out through tinted windows at a boardwalk which brought an endless stream of people walking by, as well as several sunbathers on the beach in strawman of the house.

My tending was being drawn to a young charwoman walking by below. She was marvellous and gymnastic, with a tightly toned body and a late but even tan from exercising here in future to nothing just about every day. The lonesome real sorrow I had was that I 'd be unable to feel the respite of her physical structure during our coupling, but I 'd certainly feel the section which mattered. I was only wearing boxer 's shorts, so I pulled out my cock and slipped my tip into the ring. My breath caught as the hoop 's heart and soul showed a pulsing green. If I was right, the pulsing light meant that she was ovulating like Brianna was when I entered her.

My cock slowly slid into the gang, my erecting stiffening instantly as I watched the daughter lusus naturae out. Her eyes narrowed in surprise as I bottomed out inside her, the tip of my tool just brushing her cervix. She put her hand over her pubic region, clearly feeling me as I entered her. I pulled the ring back off of my dick and then thrust into it again, and she let out a smother gasp as I buried myself in her. I thrust repeatedly, watching her consistency grow more and more excited as I entered her again and again. She staggered backwards and sat down on a terrace, inadvertently facing me and giving me a sodding view as I pistoned inside of her. For a consequence, her legs were spread wide and I could see her vulva lip shaking with each thrust as my penis drove into her relentlessly. A wet spot in the meat of her camel toe betrayed her arousal, spreading wider even as I kept pounding away at her pussy. Her swimsuit bum shifted to the side and revealed one of her reddened pussy lips as I drove myself into her. Her grimace was a slideshow of conflicting emotions : sexual ecstasy, humiliation that this was happening in public, disbelief, and sometimes a trice of guilty delight that she was enjoying it all. I heard a muffled squeak from her as she started to culminate, and that took me over the edge. I thrust long and hard, staying trench inside her as my cock began to forge, injecting my seed deep into the pussy of this beach goddess.

I left the mob on as I recovered, enjoying the feeling of staying just barely within her kitty. I wanted to put my weapons system around her and feel her soundbox nestled up against me, but that just was n't possible. After a few present moment of panting and recovery on the bench, she got up and started trying to walk on her shaky ramification. I could feel the movements of her muscle coaxing my cock. If I had n't been tired, I would 've thought about going for daily round two - but the sensations were a bit too acute, so I reached into my gasp to perpetrate the ringing off my cock. Just after I did so, she put her hand to her crotch to cover the wet smear where our fluids had just started pouring out of her slit. She looked to one English and then the former, then took the towel she 'd been sitting on earlier and wrapped it around her waist. I looked down at the pulsing green sparkle, and brought up my tv camera to shoot a quick snap of her. If I 'd just gotten her pregnant, I wanted to have a way to check back later.

A few minutes later, after my kickoff fuck of the daybreak had already wandered off into the distance, I was rewarded with precisely what I 'd been waiting for. An obviously pregnant woman was walking my way, her bare late-term belly swaying side to side. I fixed my stare on her and slipped the ring over my penis, entering her vagina. She was due to deliver soon, or so it appeared from how much elbow room there was inside her pussy. I looked down at the pack, and saw that it was simply showing a solid blue. I tried with two other pregnant women over the distance of the next half hr, and all of them showed unanimous blue in the ring. Unless I was amiss, blue meant meaning, but low-spirited and unripe ( like Brianna ) meant pregnant by me.

Now that I understood the halo, my charge had taken a new twist. I suddenly did n't want to conciliate for having sex ; I wanted to get little girl significant as often as I could. A small piece of me that was used to losing engagement by now protested this course of action, but it was ignored. I pulled up my laptop and started looking through the archive of my cellphone pictures, then I got out my ring and started giving each missy one knife thrust apiece, going through what was easily a hundred missy. Out of my favorite picture set, there were two with blue-green colors, five were solid immature, and two were pulsing putting green. I took a few minutes to copulate with both of the pulsing ones, hoping to get them both pregnant.

As I lay recovering from my effort, I realized I was burning daylight and wasting my perfect opportunity to collect more pictures. I brought up my DSLR and started shooting at least one moving-picture show of every adult female I saw walking by on the beach. I sat there in my chair from morning through eventide, shooting every hot, lithe body I saw. It did n't matter whether they were in swimsuits or jersey ; I shot almost every girl who walked by. The just intermission I took was to download pictures to my laptop and alteration battery on my camera when necessary. By the metre night fell, I 'd taken about three grand photos of smoking hot women. I spent the Nox thrusting into each woman once, trying to class them by whether they were pregnant, fecund, or ovulating. The putting green and flashing I I put into a directory named after today 's appointment, while the virgins and fraught charwoman were discarded. The non-flashing 1 I left in a `` catch-all '' directory to see again later, hoping to discover their ovulation date.

I got to bed at midnight, then woke up early in the dawn and resumed my photography. boilersuit, between the Saturday and William Ashley Sunday I got around seven thousand pictures. I think I honestly had one of every female that walked by, former than the old and the under-aged. And I had at least three hundred ovulating cleaning woman ; I was going to have my study cut out for me trying to puzzle out through them all.

When my supporter 's family came back from their trip, I gladly surrendered the keys to the theater and went back to my dorm at college. The exposure I 'd taken comprised my life 's new delegation ; I was going to impregnate every unity woman I saw. I knew it was legal injury, but by now I was pretty much completely powerless to withstand. I was working hard on it ; after a month of trial and error, I 'd sorted out nearly all the mental picture by their ovulation date. And from that point, I just spent my time cumming inside of women. It was all I did before classes, and it was all I did after class. My class were starting to slip one's mind until I got the knack of Merlin 's trick : do your meter reading and studying while using the gang. Once I learned that, I found that I could pore like a laser. My grades improved overnight, even in form I 'd been hopeless in before. It was almost as if I were drawing dynamism and mental push through the ring, into myself.

And I was becoming a male parent, more often than not. One week after my beach weekend, the lady friend I 'd fucked started to get pregnant. The ring was flashing blue-green on about three tail of the girls I 'd fucked that weekend, and I started moving the pregnant I into a unlike set of folders sorted by the time I got them pregnant. I was still fucking girl as often as I could, and I was moving between 3-4 girls a day to the pregnant leaflet. As I moved pregnant young lady out, I 'd reduce on the remaining cleaning woman ovulating on the same day, just plowing through them as fast as I could.

Sometimes I 'd get golden, and my picture would be of a mathematical group of roommates or sorority sisters with a common ovulation schedule. I managed to knock up 6/7 of the fille in one picture when they all ovulated over the course of one three day menstruum. Of line, over the trend of the adjacent few calendar month, I started noticing that a lot of the girls had never showed jet, let alone pulsing gullible. It puzzled me until I realized that Falco columbarius 's ring was probably detecting sterility from birth ascendence tablet. I started moving those girl to an `` infertile '' folder once they 'd failed to read as fecund for two months.

It was around now that I decided that my ex-girlfriend Carly needed to have a baby too. It did n't take long before she was flashing cyan and she was swearing to her girlfriend Irene that she was n't cheating on her. But getting significant during a lesbian relationship was kind of gruelling to pass off as not cheating though, so my plot of ground succeeded and Carly was left alone. I did n't know what she 'd do after that, but honestly I did n't manage what happened to her anymore.

At any rate, as More girls got fraught I seemed to suit more attuned to the ring. I started to need to a lesser extent and LE penetration to decide a lady friend 's ovulation position, up until the mob started showing condition as soon as I thought of a female child. I imagine that this may have decreased the rate of auto fortuity involving surprised, phantom-penetrated women on the road.

Just as Brianna the weather girl began to bulge visibly with my child on the nightly news, I got back into taking pictures of girls in public to refresh my 'harem'. Sometimes I 'd walk the beach and shoot down daughter I found particularly attractive, and sometimes I 'd snap from the hip in malls or around campus. I also started shooting pregnant girls who 'd just started to show up. I was absolutely thrilled when I started catching a few of my own sister in the pregnant-girl pictures. Part of me wanted to approach them and say something, but what can you say in that spot ? `` Hi, I 'm the guy who got you pregnant ! I hope you like our baby, but that 's all I 'm going to contribute to this kinship. Bye ! ``

I knew that what I was doing was absolutely wrongly by any moral compass, but the inner cave man in my head refused to let me discontinue doing it. At this point, I felt little more than than a central need to procreate and spread my seed as far as possible, with as many women as possible.

As the months wore on, more and more womanhood were popping up pregnant at the beach and on campus. And there were at least two hundred women now swelling with my nipper at various stages of developing. A few went from blue-green to black ; either they 'd miscarried or had an abortion. But most of them were carrying on with their liveliness as my children grew within them.


function 5 : confluence My Firstborn Son

Brianna went on pregnancy leave from the news about a month before she was due. It was a pathos, as I missed seeing her on TV carrying my child. But I was checking up on her in my own way. The band was becoming More and more attuned to me ; if I entered a cleaning lady now and closed my center, I could astrally project to her location. I could n't pertain anything, but I could see her and whatever was around her. By this peak, Brianna had stopped protesting as I entered her. If I thrust inside of her, she 'd just make vibrant sounds contentedly and rub her pregnant puss as I coupled with her. She thought I was just some variety of pleasant hallucination, and nicknamed me Casper the Horny trace. As for her gestation, she somehow believed it 'd happened during break-up sex with an ex-boyfriend who had fled the country after she told him she was fraught. I was entering her nightly at this full stop, just to keep check on her before she delivered my world-class tyke. Then one day, I entered her and saw that she was lying on a bed in a maternity Mary Augusta Arnold Ward. She seemed well taken upkeep of, so I left. The next day, the word congratulated her on the birth of our son, whom she 'd named Merle.

I continued with my mission into my next semester of college. By my math, once I 'd been doing this for nine months I 'd probably be a pending begetter to around 800 children at any given metre. Most days I had at to the lowest degree two new small fry, but some days there were five or six of my women in labor at once. I marveled as they gave me tyke after child, with a few twins sprinkled in, plus one set of leash. I was pleased to see that so far, none of my children had visible malformation. But Brianna held a special spot in my heart ; she was the for the first time cleaning lady I 'd impregnated, and I tried to prison term my 'visits'with Merle 's feeding so that I could enamor a glimpse of him. He was my first, and something about him seemed special to me.

One night, when he was about three months old, Brianna had just dozed off with our son nursing contentedly at her breast. I smiled as he lifted his mouth from Brianna 's perfect nipple, and he almost seemed to reckon straight at me. I waved ; a fruitless gesture since no one could see my astral figure. But merle stretched out his bantam hand in the focusing of my non-corporeal face anyway. I smiled as his hand brushed the air where my cheek would 've been, wishing I could have actually felt my son 's touch. So, you can imagine my surprise when I actually did feel him touch my face second later.

`` Wait a second, you ca n't - '', I began.

My infant son 's mouth opened in a smile, but an ancient vocalization echoed through my head like a tidal wave of auditory sensation and big businessman. `` I can, actually. And I would give thanks you for the persona you 've played in my return, but I think the joy you 've had while gathering my power were reward enough. ``

I *FREAKED*. I reached down with my forcible hand and pulled the ring off of my gumshoe, but zip changed ; my astral self was still hovering over Brianna and ouzel. My son shook his header and grinned at my endeavour to flee his presence. His tiny sister mouth opened again, but the Son formed in my nous instead : `` Sorry 'father', but I 'm not done with you yet. ``

I clamped my hands over my ears, although it did n't crap a difference of opinion. The voice was still there, gaudy than my physical pinna could suffer withstood without going deaf. Every syllable was like the thundering of Niagara fall, but with the limpidity of a musical instrument on a phone leg. `` Tomorrow, you will 'accidentally'meet my female parent at a piazza of my choosing. She will fall in dear with you, and you will splice her after a abbreviated courtship. I will be your perfect son, and you will be a perfect father. In common soldier, you will be my servant and will assist rebuild my power the same way you 've been building it until now. And until I have regained my full might, you may not utter my true name except when you address me as your master. '' The vocalization, impossibly powerful and old, paused for a moment and then resumed. `` My mother only thinks she chose my name. Do you know what 'Merle'is short for ? ``

I could only come up a tiny voice to squeak out, `` Merlin ? ``

The baby giggled happily, and then I abruptly returned to my physical eubstance. I was lying in my bed, face towards the ceiling, simple and horrified at tonight 's Revelation. Any other new Father would have felt his heart thaw to give birth spent time with his eldest son, but mine was a dull weight unit in my chest. Now everything made mother wit : the ring itself, the irresistible impulse I felt to use it, and even my overwhelming urge to get woman pregnant. As I got women significant, the annulus ( and Falco columbarius ) gained strength. It was already long past the breaker point where I could turn back if I wanted. I was already a slave to the ring - and to its Almighty, my `` son ''.

`` I am damned, '' I whispered to myself.


early Material From This Author

You 've just read `` Merlin 's Magic Wang '', which is a short lead to my Arthurian serial. The second history is `` Lewis Henry Morgan 's Curse '', which is considerably longer and follows Morgan Le Fay in her quest to demolish Merlin. The third story, which has n't been fully sketched out ( let alone written and edited ) is tentatively titled `` Mordred rising ''.

My other serial publication is titled `` Progenitor '', and follows a resurrected man who has been tasked with spreading the next stage of evolution. Progenitor is presently undergoing a large-scale rescript with extra content.

As always, you may get to me via email at haramiru @ hotmail.com