A reunion, of sorts

You can't seem to take your eyes off of this gorgeous man who just walked into your room. You can't hardly believe this used to be an Imp. "Master? Is that really you?" You can't help but asking.

He turns to you. "Yes, it's really me. This is what I am now, and what I was before I was an Imp. I was a very selfish man so long ago, which is part of the reason I became an Imp. By the way, don't call me Master. Somehow it doesn't seem fitting any more. Just call me Fonzie. We've all been granted a choice now, and it seems like it's all because of you, and your one unselfish act of love. It seems you may have started a bit of a revolution."

"Well, I never meant to" is all you can think of in response.

"Would you rather I still be an Imp? A dead Imp at that, I can imagine." Fonzie doesn't seem angry as he gives you a quick smile. "I feel rather fortunate that someone loved me enough to save me."

The sight of him makes you feel just a tad bit on the randy side. You throw back the bed covers, exposing your lovely, pregnant body to him. "Care to show me your gratitude? Your cock didn't change, did it?"

Fonzie looks you over and smiles. "No, it's still as big as ever. You always keep the body proportions you were born with, even if you are transformed into an Imp, and vice versa."

You get up off the bed, and start toward him. When you reach him, you slowly unzip his fly, and pull out his throbbing monster. "I seeee" you say, as you take his cock into your hands. You slowly get down on your hands and knees, and kiss the head of his cock. You look up at him, and smile. "Would you care to feed the hungry lion between my legs? It could use a good piece of meat like this."

"OH!" says Fonzie as you kiss and lick the head. "I see. Well, about that, you need to rest. Sorry love. I don't want to take a chance on endangering our children. There's a chance you could miscarry after all you've been through. You're not worth that risk to me, and neither are the children you're carrying."

He's so sweet to be concerned about you, and you know he's right. "Well, my tonsils won't miscarry, will they?" You look up at him with a sheepish grin. "Besides, who needs tonsils?"

Rayna decides to join in the fun on the floor beside you. She kisses you on the side of the face. "Mind sharing? That way your tonsils are guaranteed not to miscarry."

"My dear Rayna, I love to share, and my tonsils appreciate the help."

"I guess two sets of tonsils is better than one" says Fonzie.

Both of you kiss and lick the shaft of his cock. Then you look at Rayna. "I want to watch you fuck him after we're done."

"Sounds good to me" says Rayna as she takes the head into her mouth.

"Something tells me I'm in for a long afternoon" says Fonzie, smiling.