Gently, In A Feather Bed, Next To Your Husband...

You spiral down through clouds, smoke and dust: then come hurtling twards an enormous slate roof, you try to break with your wings but to no avail, and throw up your arms in self defense.

However the expected impact doesn't occur, instead you fall past several stories of wood work and masonry, till you at last hit your body. Then there is an impact, but it is somewhat like hitting cobwebs, except that instead of breaking off, they stretch like a bungee cord and you end up falling two more stories, then bouncing back above your body a story and so forth like a bouncing ball till at last the energy of your fall is dissapated and you are united with your new physical form...

You find yourself waking up, and looking about yourself. You are not dead, nor are you clothed, you are however covered in a sheet, and you push yourself up on your arms to look around. You are in a huge soft feather bed, which creaks in a way that tells you the mattress is supported by ropes attached to the frame. Off to your right, as you lie there on your stomach, is your husband, King Uther the second: looking incredibly cute with his sparse teenage beard and sleep tousled black hair.

He's hot too. He's kicked off the covers on his side and you can see his washboard abbs, hard pecs, and dick that's already at full mast and leaking pre-cum. Your husbands dick is monstrous, the fucking thing must be a foot long and three inches across! He's literally 'hung like a horse' and you're almost terrified of having that tree branch sized tool inside you. At the same time, you're excited about having such a worthy fuck-stick pierce you to the core: you may have been a virgin in your past life, but you're not going to be this time, and you know that many women say, the bigger the penis, the better it feels...