merlin 's legerdemain Wang
By Haramiru


The idea for this story came from two different places. First, I read a womanhood 's complaint that a certain shirt she likes gets her `` eye-fucked '' so a good deal that she needs birth mastery when she wears it. It left me thinking that it would be interesting if a man actually COULD eye-fuck women. It could be line of sight, TV, photograph, whatever. The other one-half was when I was making fun of a certain fictional franchise based at a wizard shoal and realized that eye-fucking could be `` a affair '' using pigeon hawk 's magic wang. And of course, what fun would fucking be without pregnancy ?


component part 1 : An Unassuming Wooden 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 sprightliness 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 piece of a gang of mass waiting at a bus stop in the rain in social movement of the cancel account Museum in London. Just like in any big city, the more hoi polloi 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 soul tug at my elbow. I turned and looked down, suddenly noticing an ancient, wizened man looking up at me. His face was wrinkled into a perpetual grinning. He cleared his throat and addressed me in a high voice.

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

I glanced down at my notebook, conveniently labeled 'mythology'. The old timer was n't psychic, but he was at least literate person. I nodded.

`` You know, '' he cackled, `` Merlin was a right on horny bastard. For all the time he spent fuckin', he never woulda got anything done if he were n't a wiz. ``

I raised my brow and inwardly wondered why I 'd trace the crazy old man 's attention. I resolved to humor him until the bus arrived, rather than risking his ire. `` Wizard piece of work did n't ingest very much of his fourth dimension ? '' I asked.

The man shook his head. `` No, boy, it took nearly all of his clip ! But as a wizard, he could invent ways to have it off while he worked. Some lesser wizards would muster up a succubus and fuck her, but not Merlin. No, he made himself a portal vein just big enough to slip his dick through. And he designed it so the other side of that hepatic portal vein would be the cunt of whatever charwoman he was thinking of at the time. It meant he could get all the jolly boat he wanted without actually leaving his lab. He could mix an elixir with his men while fucking the living hell out of a fair sex on the former face of the country. ``

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

The old Roma man cackled at the notion, then reached into his air pocket and produced a smooth wooden ring, inscribed with tiny rune around the outside. `` This, boy ! When he thought of a female child and put this band on his cock, it came out inside the girl 's pussy instead of the other side of the ring. He 'd fuck 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 dead body check on his cock. clean and jerk as a whistle for him, but he 'd take her with his cum whenever he wanted. '' He paused for a instant. `` But no one ever accused wizards of playing middling, now did they boy ? ``

I was n't quite sure what to think, other than that I wished that I had chosen to wait inside the museum. I was left speechless when, with surprising velocity, the ancient man pressed the hoop into my hand and said, `` And now, it 's yours. Do n't let it go to waste. '' He stepped back and melted into the crowd as if he were never there, leaving only his high-pitched cackle behind, fading slowly away down the street.

At first I wrinkled my intrude and thought about dropping the pack on the soil, but then I was distracted as I realized that my scoop felt lighter. Patting at my pocket, I discovered my my wallet was missing. I nearly had a marrow tone-beginning before remembering that what was stolen was was just my decoy notecase ; my ID and actual spending money was still safely tucked in my sash. I chuckled and examined the relic the old man had inadvertently traded for a cheap notecase to the full of paper print-outs with the words `` fuck you '' on them. The ring itself looked like ancient rowan Sir Henry Wood, assume smooth over clock time, with a pattern of intricate runes carved into its outer bound. It felt a petty bit warm to the trace, and it was probably worth More than my decoy billfold. Once I got back to my hall, I packaged it securely in my baggage, then forgot about it for a month until the semester finished up and I returned to America.


function 2 : Drunk moral sense Actually Want You to Get Laid

The future month, I was back in the States and had managed to get the inebriated I could remember having been. I 'd just come home to discover that not only was my now-ex girlfriend Carly fucking one of my acquaintance, but the champion was female and both company had refused to harbour the mere belief of a three-way. Carly had already decided that I was going to sustain to act out of our apartment the following Mon, and had packed all of my clobber in loge 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 full semester abroad, I 'd still paid my half of the rent on our apartment and had turned down the attentions of ome very attractive European girls. In the meantime, Carly spent the entirely time fucking her new girlfriend 's brains out and using the money I sent back to pay her half of the tear. Being used like that made me madder the more I thought about it, so I chose to get good and smashed before moving to the hall room I 'd managed to procure on short circuit notice. I tend to work into an asshole when I 'm toast, and this made me feel like being an assholeeven before I started drinking. This was going to be one for the story books.

It was 2am and I 'd gone about of the way through a feeding bottle of sake when a diminutive, booze version of me stood up on my berm and started shouting into my ear. `` You know, you 're being rude to that old guy by not trying out Merlin 's ringing. ``

I shook my head word and begged off, noting that not only was I far too drunk to try it, but the ring was nothing more than a tourer trinket.

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

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

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

This went on for a few minutes until I resolved that I was going to shed 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 token onto the transmitting aerial of my clock radio. I picked it up and scrutinized it, but it it did n't seem particularly charming. But, the sooner I tried it out, the Oklahoman I could get to log Z's. 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 times, and the detached, sober role of my mind noted that this is probably the obtuse way I 've ever jerked off. Still, I was hard, and it felt good, and it did n't take me long to cum. I fell asleep with the halo on my wang, and slept the sleep of the dead.

The future cockcrow, I awoke lying on my side. The ring had fallen off during the nighttime, and I had a massive cephalalgia. I staggered through my morning subroutine, then sat down at the kitchen table to drink some water. It barely registered with me that the other two keister at the table were full moon already.

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

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

`` Well, that 's impossible ! The survive man I was with is sitting at that board, and it 's been over for calendar month. I had a really hot dream hold up night where a man was fucking me bareback, but that 's all. ``

I rested my head in my hand. `` Do you conceive you could stay fresh it down, dame ? I 'm way hung over here. ``

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

I shook my heading. `` No, the entirely thing that got fucked up last night was my kidney and a bottle of interest. Unless she came in and raped me in my sleep, I did n't match her. ``

I paused and thought for a second, then staggered to my feet, head still hurting. `` But let me steer out one trivial matter, Irene : she told me she loved me, she told me she wanted to drop 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 expect for the retort before walking off to my room to wad up what minuscule I 'd unpacked after my trip, and then bail for campus.

A couple minute later, I was feeling significantly better, and ride my stuff to my new dorm room. The only dainty thing Carly had done for me was to make arrangements with the college to let me move into the dorm ahead of time if I wanted to, and I certainly wanted to. It was right on campus, on the mo report and jolly quiet. Because the semester in England had finished a bit later than the semesters at my school day, I 'd just missed the stir as the other pupil moved out. I just had a futon, a laptop, a tv camera, and a small assortment of the sort of knick nacks a college student acquires. The only early person around was a hot co-ed down 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 Scheol ( and a little depressed ) after spending a whole 60 arcminute unpacking, I decided to wank. My center settled on the doughnut, and I remembered how secure it 'd mat last night. I was chalking up a good lump of it to having been extremely drunk at the time, though. I shrugged and resolved to figure out if it was as ripe while sober. The young lady in the parking lot had leaned her seat all the way back to take a breather, and I could make out that she was wearing a dilute sweater which showcased her glass-cutting, upright pap. I figured that now was as good a metre as any to screen the `` Falco columbarius '' ring, so I picked it up and unzipped my fly. I went up to the window, looking out at her as she waited. I looked down at the ring and muttered, `` This is stupid. '' Then I slid the ring 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 snapper of the ring became unintelligible and black as soon as my penis touched it, and where my tip should have stuck through the pack, it did n't. On the other hand, the tip of my penis was somewhere warm up and wet. I stared down in disbelief at the closed chain, and slowly pulled it off. I felt the warm wetness lantern slide up and off of my penis, and as soon as my penis was completely clear of the mob, the pitch blackness vanished from its shopping center and it went back to being an ordinary wooden disc.

I put my finger through the ring experimentally, but naught happened.

Looking down at the girl in the parking lot, I could see her deal resting on her denim, rubbing a footling at the v between her stage. My curiosity piqued, I decided to put the tintinnabulation back on. I placed it over my wang and slither it down, down, farther and farther, until my penis appeared to take in been replaced entirely by the disc. Looking down at the miss in the parking lot, I could see her wriggle in her tush and rub her hand over her private parts, gyrating with pleasure as my phantom member entered her. I pulled the ring off halfway, then slid it back down and commenced thrusting regularly. I could feel her muscular tissue moving as she thrashed side to side, caught up in what must have seemed to be the strangest auto-erotic experience of her spirit. I took the gang between my digit and slid it up and down my wang, feeling her ardent wetness pressing against my wang but magically not coming back through. I stroked and stroked, building up until I felt a associate ardour building in my loins. As I built up to a climax, I could actually hear her screaming in pleasure 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 legs spacious and was thrusting her rose hip into the air, wearing a puzzled but enthused verbalism. Just as I began to shoot the first of my load, I pressed down on the ring with both mitt, ramming my rock-hard penis into it as far as I possibly could. The pack pressed down, and parts of my penis which could never have gotten inside of a girl were suddenly thrust all the way inside of her, adding at least a couple inches worth of duration. A stifle scream of pleasance mixed with pain drifted out of the ring as I struck her her cervix uteri and released troy ounce of pent-up semen. I felt my dick engulfed by her gently spasming pussy as it milked sperm out of me for what seemed like an timeless existence. Panting with exhaustion and sweating lightly, I pulled the ring off of my wang and looked at it with wonder.

`` Damn ! If he built this to save himself the infliction of getting laid, I really do n't require to know what he came up with to avoid taking a shit, '' I mused.

As sweat streamed down my face, I looked down again at the girl I 'd just inseminated. She was rubbing her crotch contentedly, splayed out in the rider 's seat and panting with enfeeblement. I picked my tv camera off of my desk and focused in with my 300mm lens. Zoomed in, I could make out a quizzical expression on her human face. She unzipped her pants, and I watched as one of her hands snaked under her panties. I watched her wince as she ran her finger inside of her pussy, then pull 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 read the discussion, `` What the fuck ? '' on her lips. She furrowed her hilltop in surprise as she pulled some Kleenexes out of the glove compartment to scavenge herself up. She finished just before her fellow showed up, and I disappeared back into my room to ruminate what I should do now.


contribution 3 : Fuck the newsworthiness, Literally

It was now pretty a lot 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 worry about. Putting morals aside, I no longer had to worry about finding a sex partner again. No char would be out of my reach, unless I decided she was. But morally ? Well, there are many words for men who fuck fair sex without their consent, but none of them are nice.

I laid down on my bed and pondered matter for a while. You see, I 'm a 23 year old guy, alone in a student residence room. My intellect kept going back to what had just done, and I 'd find hangdog about it. But that would institute back store of how it felt, and I 'd get aroused, and then lead off feeling hangdog again because I was aroused. I wanted to use the halo again, right now, but I was trying not to. In an effort to take my judgement off of fucking that girl, I turned on the TV to watch the news.

At first gear, the news provided a soothing distraction which let me bury myself in politics and local machination. That is, until Brianna the weather girl came on. She was in her mid-20s, with a spectacularly well-defined wrack and a deep-cut blue dress showing just the right sum of money of cleavage. I 've always been a sucker for her feeling, too : mid-length blonde hair, lazuline eyes, and kissable lip. 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 ring. At maiden it was just a little thought, then it became all-consuming. I whimpered a little as, with my hands trembling, I found my helping hand reaching for where I 'd bequeath the ring. I held it in my hand for a few endorsement, my eyes going first to it and then to her, and back. I found myself fighting the ring 's enticement for a matter of second which felt like hours, but in the end the mob won. My hired man lowered towards my cock, positioning the ring right above it.

Brianna was halfway through the weekly forecast when she gasped in mid-sentence as I slowly, experimentally shove myself into her. She caught herself and resumed talking, although her side wore a puzzled look. I could almost see her thought, `` Make it through the segment, make it through the segment '' as I started stroking myself into her rhythmically. To her credit, she managed to maintain 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 brow as she neared the end and I just kept going inside her, sliding the ring up and down my shaft. I was starting to get close when her segment ended and cut to a legal brief on-site piece. bit later, I could find my cock being caressed by her leg musculus as she walked somewhere, then sat down. I was n't sure what was going on until the conniption on the TV changed, putting Brianna back on cover. She was at a desk with the tidings anchors, with her hands braced in front of her on the desk and an expression which betrayed just a slight bit of panic. Seeing her font again was all it took ; I thrust hard and pounded away inside of her, watching as her typeface reddened and she clutched at the desk with both hands, gasping slightly.

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

The anchors bantered about something, but I did n't pay attention to whatever it was. Seconds later, my dick erupted in a volcano of cum. I saw Brianna 's oculus widen suddenly and her script go to her midriff as she felt my sperm saturate her vagina. Just to be civil, I left the gang 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 more drops of sperm into her devouring twat. I came back to earth and focused on the news program again just as their section ended, and I turned off the TV. I looked down at my wang, which magically looked like it ended with the ring. The utmost time, the tintinnabulation 's center had appeared to be mordant. This time, there was a pulsating green gleam at its center. I gave one finally poke with the ringing, coaxing just one more heartbeat of sperm out of my appendage before I pulled it off. The second it was clear of my wang, the ring 's sum faded away and it became once again just a hollow wooden disc.

After that, I found it out of the question to intercept. The anchor ring was addictive ; I could no more stop using it than I could hold on breathing. If I tried to break off using it, I 'd produce painful blue Lucille Ball. And somehow, masturbation had stopped working entirely ; the merely way I could unload sperm now was through the doughnut. On the other hand, I 'll be the low to intromit that surrendering to the annulus 's black seductive business leader felt shucks good.

In some ways, affair were unspoilt for me that semester. I discovered that the ring worked with any paradigm or likeness of a sustenance char. On any given Night, I would eff actresses, supermodels, or even girls out of a catalog. There were a few social function where the ringing 's nitty-gritty went red and I could n't enter at all, and I learned through experimentation that that meant I was trying to inscribe a virgin. pigeon hawk may have been a horny bastard like the old man said, but apparently he had taken steps to protect a woman 's world-class fourth dimension. I respected that, particularly since I could now tell which of the girls on campus were actually virgins. Not surprisingly, it turns out that few than half of the missy 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 `` ghostwriter sex ''. Apparently they thought the schoolhouse was haunted by the spook of a phenomenal lover. I was surprised to see that at least one of the girls had tried to touch the `` trace 's '' member while it was inside her, but some kind of roadblock prevented her from making contact. I took government note of that for the futurity, even as I snapped a exposure of their mathematical group with my cell. I was doing that several times a day, collecting pictures of girls all over campus.

Every day was spent snapping word-painting, and every night was lying down with the doughnut and ejaculating into the pussies of the girls I 'd burgeon forth during the day. As the solar day stretched into workweek, and the hebdomad stretched into months, I noticed changes in myself. I was able to climax 4-6 metre a Night now, and I 'd wake up early in the break of the day to jerk off into a duo more pussies. Some weekends I would just stay put holed up in my student residence room, occasionally working my way through a small sorority over the two day. Filling charwoman with my sperm cell had become my spirit ; I really did n't do anything else other than eating and studying.

I was starting to visualize out the ringing, too. Its plaza was usually black when I entered a charwoman, but sometimes it would glow leafy vegetable. On a duad of occasions, it was pulsing green like the night I fucked Brianna.

speech production of Brianna, a span of month into the semester, she announced that she was actually pregnant and expecting a baby in seven month. Given that I 'd do it her rightfulness when I moved in, I knew there was a chance that the baby was actually mine. That 's when I realized what the pulsing super acid sparkle meant. I also realized I 'd seen it several clip since then. Brianna was talking to the anchors when I entered her, and she barely managed not to gasp when I entered her. When they asked what had happened, she passed it off as the baby boot. It was impossible that early, but it saved her from trying to excuse that she 'd just felt a phantasm phallus penetrate her vagina. When I looked down at the mob, I could see that its centerfield was glowing blue, then changing to green, and back again. At this point, I pulled out of Brianna instead of going all the way this sentence around, as I 'd already changed her life history enough for the sentence being.


Part 4 : A Warren of Beach bunny

A few week later, I unlocked the threshold to a take to multi-million dollar bill beach house. The theatre belonged to one of my dad 's friends, and I 'd gibe to watch it for the weekend. For my part, I 'd add my camera and had decided that I was going to get enough exposure to satisfy my craving for a patch. It was now March, and in Calif. the weekend ensured that the beach was packed, and the heat wafture ensured that the women were all nearly naked. Sat dawning, I was sitting in a comfy chairwoman in the guest bedroom, 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 figurehead of the house.

My attention was being drawn to a Loretta Young cleaning woman walking by below. She was magniloquent and athletic, with a tightly toned torso and a deep but even tan from exercising here in next to nothing just about every day. The alone real rue I had was that I 'd be unable to feel the rest of her body during our coupling, but I 'd certainly palpate the part which mattered. I was only wearing Boxer 's shorts, so I pulled out my shaft and slipped my tip into the ring. My breathing spell caught as the ring 's center showed a pulsing green. If I was right, the pulsing light source meant that she was ovulating like Brianna was when I entered her.

My cock slowly slid into the ring, my erection stiffening instantly as I watched the girl freak out. Her middle narrowed in surprisal as I bottomed out inside her, the tip of my cock just brushing her neck. She put her hand over her pubic realm, clearly feeling me as I entered her. I pulled the ringing back off of my dick and then thrust into it again, and she let out a muffled gasp as I buried myself in her. I thrust repeatedly, watching her body farm to a greater extent and more delirious as I entered her again and again. She staggered backwards and sat down on a bench, inadvertently facing me and giving me a double-dyed view as I pistoned inside of her. For a moment, her legs were spread wide and I could see her vulva lips shaking with each thrust as my member drove into her relentlessly. A wet spot in the center of her camel toe betrayed her arousal, spreading wider even as I kept pounding away at her pussy. Her swimwear backside shifted to the side and revealed one of her flushed kitty-cat mouth as I drove myself into her. Her face was a slideshow of conflicting emotions : intimate ecstasy, humiliation that this was happening in public, disbelief, and sometimes a flash lamp of shamed pleasure that she was enjoying it all. I heard a muffled narrow escape from her as she started to culminate, and that took me over the bound. I thrust long and hard, staying deep inside her as my turncock began to spout, injecting my seed deep into the pussy of this beach goddess.

I left the ring on as I recovered, enjoying the belief of staying just barely within her pussy. I wanted to put my coat of arms around her and feel her trunk nestled up against me, but that just was n't possible. After a few moments of panting and convalescence on the Bench, she got up and started trying to take the air on her shivering branch. I could sense the movements of her muscles coaxing my dick. If I had n't been tired, I would 've thought about going for rung two - but the sensations were a bit too intense, so I reached into my knickers to pull the ring off my cock. Just after I did so, she put her hand to her genitalia to cover the wet spot where our fluids had just started pouring out of her pussy. She looked to one English and then the other, then took the towel she 'd been sitting on in the first place and wrapped it around her shank. I looked down at the pulsing common twinkle, and brought up my camera to shoot a quick snapshot of her. If I 'd just get under one's skin her significant, I wanted to make a way to check back later.

A few minutes later, after my commencement fuck of the morning had already wandered off into the distance, I was rewarded with precisely what I 'd been waiting for. An obviously significant char was walking my way, her bare late-term belly swaying side to side. I fixed my stare on her and slipped the pack over my penis, entering her vagina. She was due to deliver soon, or so it appeared from how much room there was inside her cunt. I looked down at the ring, and saw that it was simply showing a solid blue. I tried with two former pregnant char over the space of the following half minute, and all of them showed solid blue angel in the ring. Unless I was wrong, sorry meant meaning, but gamy and putting surface ( like Brianna ) meant pregnant by me.

Now that I understood the annulus, my mission had taken a new crease. I suddenly did n't desire to resolve for having sex ; I wanted to get girls meaning as often as I could. A small-scale component of me that was used to losing battles by now protested this course of military action, but it was ignored. I pulled up my laptop and started looking through the archive of my cell pictures, then I got out my mob and started giving each girl one drive apiece, going through what was easily a hundred girl. Out of my favorite image set, there were two with teal colors, five were solid gullible, and two were pulsing green. I took a few minutes to pair with both of the pulsing ones, hoping to get them both pregnant.

As I lay recovering from my exertions, I realized I was burning daylight and wasting my arrant opportunity to pick up more picture show. I brought up my DSLR and started shooting at least one picture of every woman I saw walking by on the beach. I sat there in my chairwoman from morning through evening, shooting every hot, lithe body I saw. It did n't count whether they were in swimsuits or t-shirts ; I shot almost every daughter who walked by. The only pause I took was to download mental picture to my laptop computer and change batteries on my television camera when necessary. By the time night fell, I 'd taken about three one thousand picture of smoking hot women. I spent the night thrusting into each woman once, trying to sort them by whether they were pregnant, fat, or ovulating. The greens and flashing ones I put into a directory named after today 's particular date, while the virgin and pregnant women were discarded. The non-flashing ones I left in a `` catch-all '' directory to check again later, hoping to find their ovulation date.

I got to bed at midnight, then woke up early in the first light and resumed my picture taking. Overall, between the Sat and Lord's Day I got around seven thousand picture. I think I honestly had one of every female person that walked by, former than the old and the under-aged. And I had at least three hundred ovulating women ; I was going to stimulate my work cut out for me trying to work through them all.

When my friend 's family came back from their trip, I gladly surrendered the keys to the home and went back to my dorm at college. The pic I 'd taken comprised my life 's new missionary work ; I was going to impregnate every single cleaning lady I saw. I knew it was wrong, but by now I was pretty much completely powerless to resist. I was working hard on it ; after a calendar month of trial and error, I 'd sorted out nearly all the pictures by their ovulation dates. 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 grades were starting to slip until I got the hang of pigeon hawk 's fast one : do your version and studying while using the gang. Once I learned that, I found that I could concentrate like a laser. My grades improved overnight, even in stratum I 'd been hopeless in before. It was almost as if I were drawing vim and mental energy through the ring, into myself.

And I was becoming a father, more often than not. One calendar week after my beach weekend, the miss I 'd fucked started to get fraught. The hoop was flashing blue-green on about three living quarters of the girls I 'd fucked that weekend, and I started moving the pregnant one into a different set of folders sorted by the sentence I got them pregnant. I was still fucking fille as often as I could, and I was moving between 3-4 fille a day to the pregnant leaflet. As I moved fraught girls out, I 'd concentrate on the remaining woman ovulating on the same day, just plowing through them as fast as I could.

Sometimes I 'd get lucky, and my picture would be of a group of roommates or sorority sister with a common ovulation agenda. I managed to criticise up 6/7 of the missy in one picture when they all ovulated over the course of one three day period. Of trend, over the course of the next few months, I started noticing that a lot of the young woman had never showed Green River, let alone pulsing green. It puzzled me until I realized that Merlin 's annulus was probably detecting infertility from parturition control pills. I started moving those fille 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 hold a baby too. It did n't take long before she was flashing blue-green and she was swearing to her lady friend Irene that she was n't cheating on her. But getting fraught during a lesbian relationship was form of hard to pass by off as not cheating though, so my plot of ground succeeded and Carly was left alone. I did n't live what she 'd do after that, but honestly I did n't care what happened to her anymore.

At any charge per unit, as Sir Thomas More miss got pregnant I seemed to go more attuned to the doughnut. I started to require to a lesser extent and less insight to ascertain a girl 's ovulation condition, up until the ring started showing status as soon as I thought of a girl. I imagine that this may have decreased the rate of motorcar 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 newsworthiness, I got back into taking characterization of girlfriend in public to refresh my 'harem'. Sometimes I 'd take the air the beach and frivol away girl I found particularly attractive, and sometimes I 'd shoot from the hip in shopping center or around campus. I also started shooting pregnant girls who 'd just started to show. I was absolutely thrilled when I started catching a few of my own babies in the pregnant-girl mental picture. component of me wanted to border on them and say something, but what can you say in that site ? `` Hi, I 'm the guy who got you pregnant ! I hope you like our baby, but that 's all I 'm going to chip in to this relationship. Bye ! ``

I knew that what I was doing was absolutely wrong by any lesson compass, but the privileged cave dweller in my top dog refused to let me stop doing it. At this point, I felt little more than than a primal pauperization to procreate and fan out my seed as far as possible, with as many woman as possible.

As the months wore on, more and more women were popping up significant at the beach and on campus. And there were at least two hundred cleaning lady now swelling with my children at various stages of development. A few went from teal to opprobrious ; either they 'd miscarried or had an abortion. But nigh of them were carrying on with their life story as my tyke grew within them.


part 5 : Meeting My Firstborn Son

Brianna went on maternity leave from the newsworthiness about a month before she was due. It was a pity, as I missed seeing her on TV carrying my small fry. But I was checking up on her in my own way. The ring was becoming more and more attuned to me ; if I entered a woman now and closed my eyes, I could astrally cast to her localisation. I could n't contact anything, but I could see her and whatever was around her. By this compass point, Brianna had stopped protesting as I entered her. If I thrust inside of her, she 'd just purr contentedly and rub her pregnant pussy as I coupled with her. She thought I was just some kind of pleasant hallucination, and nicknamed me Casper the Horny spook. As for her pregnancy, 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 pregnant. I was entering her nightly at this point, just to keep tabs on her before she delivered my first child. Then one day, I entered her and saw that she was lying on a bed in a motherhood ward. She seemed well taken guardianship of, so I left. The next day, the news congratulated her on the birth of our son, whom she 'd named Merle.

I continued with my mission into my side by side semester of college. By my math, once I 'd been doing this for nine calendar month I 'd probably be a pending male parent to around 800 children at any given meter. virtually twenty-four hour period I had at least two new tiddler, but some twenty-four hour period there were five or six of my woman in Department of Labor at once. I marveled as they gave me tike after child, with a few twins sprinkled in, plus one set of triplets. I was pleased to see that so far, none of my minor had visible deformities. But Brianna held a special place in my heart ; she was the first woman I 'd impregnated, and I tried to time my 'visits'with ouzel 's feedings so that I could catch a glimpse of him. He was my first of all, and something about him seemed special to me.

One nighttime, when he was about three months old, Brianna had just dozed off with our son nursing contentedly at her white meat. I smiled as he lifted his mouth from Brianna 's perfect teat, and he almost seemed to look straight at me. I waved ; a sleeveless gesture since no one could see my astral chassis. But blackbird stretched out his tiny hired man in the direction of my non-corporeal face anyway. I smiled as his hand brushed the air where my cheek would 've been, wishing I could accept actually felt my son 's touch sensation. So, you can imagine my surprise when I actually did experience him touch my face moments later.

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

My baby son 's mouth opened in a smile, but an antediluvian spokesperson echoed through my psyche like a tidal wave of sound and power. `` I can, actually. And I would give thanks you for the role you 've played in my return, but I think the pleasures you 've had while gathering my big businessman were reward enough. ``

I *FREAKED*. I reached down with my physical helping hand and pulled the ring off of my putz, but nothing changed ; my stellar self was still hovering over Brianna and Merle. My son shook his head and grinned at my attempt to flee his presence. His tiny babe mouth opened again, but the words formed in my thinker instead : `` Sorry 'father', but I 'm not done with you yet. ``

I clamped my hands over my ears, although it did n't pull in a difference of opinion. The part was still there, louder than my physical pinna could get withstood without going deaf. Every syllable was like the thundering of Niagara Falls, but with the clarity of a musical musical instrument on a audio leg. `` Tomorrow, you will 'accidentally'meet my mother at a topographic point of my choosing. She will lessen in love with you, and you will splice her after a brief wooing. I will be your perfective son, and you will be a perfect Father-God. In private, you will be my servant and will help rebuild my power the same way you 've been building it until now. And until I have regained my full power, you may not utter my true name except when you address me as your professional. '' The voice, impossibly powerful and old, paused for a second and then resumed. `` My mother only thinks she chose my epithet. Do you know what 'Merle'is short for ? ``

I could only summon a tiny voice to creak out, `` Merlin ? ``

The child giggled happily, and then I abruptly returned to my physical consistence. I was lying in my bed, aspect towards the ceiling, wide-eyed and horrified at tonight 's revelation. Any other new sire would birth felt his heart melting to feature spent metre with his firstborn son, but mine was a dull weight in my chest. Now everything made sense : the ring itself, the compulsion I felt to use it, and even my overwhelming impulse to get women pregnant. As I got women pregnant, the ring ( and pigeon hawk ) gained strength. It was already long past the compass point where I could discontinue if I wanted. I was already a slave to the ring - and to its maker, my `` son ''.

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


Other cloth From This Author

You 've just read `` Merlin 's conjuring trick Wang '', which is a inadequate lead-in to my Arthurian serial publication. The second account is `` Morgan 's cuss '', which is considerably longer and follows Thomas Hunt Morgan Le Fay in her quest to demolish Merlin. The tierce history, which has n't been fully sketched out ( let alone written and edited ) is tentatively titled `` Mordred rise ''.

My other series is titled `` Progenitor '', and follows a resurrect man who has been tasked with spreading the adjacent stage of evolution. Progenitor is presently undergoing a large-scale rescript with additional content.

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