Oh, deep inside me

Nick woke up feeling sore, and still very tired. It felt like all his energy had been sucked out, leaving him as little more than a withered husk.

As he recalled what had happened the night before, he realized he wasn’t that far off from the truth.

Good lord… Mary and Morgana… what a lethal combination. While he knew that on some level, Morgana wasn’t acting like herself, the impulses that Mary’s milk had drawn out of her had certainly gone a long way.

It had drawn something out of him, too. I can’t believe I was actually about to cum inside her without even thinking… all because Mary told me to do it. In the moment, I thought it was the hottest thing ever, but I managed to see sense at the last second.

Nick looked over at Morgana’s sleeping face, and sighed. The effects of Mary’s milk had worn off, and her body had returned to its normal state. She looked so peaceful sleeping there snoring away without a care in the world- he could hardly think of a better word to describe her appearance than “bliss” if he was being honest.

The critical issue here is dealing with the aftermath. What’s Morgana going to think when she wakes up? How is she going to feel? Nick expected that she’d be rather upset by the whole thing. But he also considered the possibility that she might even get mad at him for not cumming inside of her.

But that probably won’t be the case.

“Hng… Nick…? Oh… I slept in this bed tonight…”

Nick turned over to see Mary rubbing her eyes and looking up at him with a sleepy expression on her face. She sat up, looking a little dazed.

“Hey,” he greeted her gently. “Good morning. We had a bit of a rough night, huh?”

She gave him a soft smile and blushed. “I, uh… yeah,” she nodded bashfully. “I didn’t expect things to go like that… but I don’t regret it, either.”

Mary beamed up at him, but behind her smile he could see the hesitation and embarrassment. She wanted to pretend like last night had just been ordinary, but it was obvious that without the effects of Morgana’s transformation, she was cringing internally at some of the things she’d said and done.

“I-I should go make breakfast!” But rather than talk about the night, she ran away from the confrontation and dashed to the kitchen.

Nick sighed and shook his head. I should have expected that from her, he thought. She’d avoided the awkwardness, and left him all alone with a sleeping beauty who was liable to wake up any moment now, and freak out when she did.

And wouldn’t you know it? That happened not long after the loud slam of the kitchen door.

“Huh… wuzzat? Dawn?” Morgana rolled over and yawned, rubbing her eyes. Nick wasn’t sure it was a good idea for her to always go to sleep wearing those contacts, but it hadn’t seemed to cause any problems so far.

On that note, now that she was facing away from him, he could see that her transformation had already kicked in. Her pale skin was flawless, without a hint of redness on her round bottom. Given how much he and Mary had slapped it, that was definitely a relief.

“Hyaaa!” Suddenly Morgana screamed, and Nick nearly fell out of bed.

“M-Morgana!?” He stammered, not sure what else to say. The goth girl turned over, and froze in place when their eyes met.

The shocked expression on her face was paralyzing.

“N-Nick… I…” Her pale cheeks slowly turned crimson as she began to process everything that happened last night.

Clearly, she wasn’t processing it well.

And since the kitchen was already occupied, the only place she could run for shelter was her usual sanctuary, the bathroom.

Nick grabbed her wrist before she could make it out of bed though.

“Please… please don’t run,” he begged her. This conversation would go so much smoother without a heavy door between the two of them.

Morgana looked hesitantly back at him, but she relaxed, and stopped resisting.

“…Nick…” Her voice was soft and filled with doubt. But she sat back down on the bed and covered herself with the blanket, and gazed back at him past her inky black bangs.

“About last night… and all the stuff we did together… the three of us… how are you feeling?” Nick asked. “I know that you weren’t completely in control of your actions… that was Mary’s milk affecting you. But if you regret anything about what we did…”

“N-no, I don’t… I don’t regret it,” Morgana said, shaking her head. She looked down at the sheets and cradled her cheeks. Steam seemed to rise from her burning face. “But when I think about it… it’s so overwhelming! I-I feel so embarrassed… all that stuff I said-! I’m not… I’m not used to taking the lead like that, so…”

Peering back through her memories was a strange experience. It felt like someone else had been in the driver’s seat of her body, making her say and do things that she would never say and do under normal circumstances. But she knew to some extent that wasn’t the case. After all, she could still feel a sense of possession and ownership over her actions. She knew that she had done them, and at the time, she’d wanted to do them. But she couldn’t fully associate with the driving motivation behind those actions of hers.

Especially when it came to certain acts in the bedroom.

“I really wanted to make tonight- err, I mean, last night, special for you,” Morgana admitted, fidgeting clumsily with the blankets. “Since you’re always so nice to me. I wanted it to be a good time… so I drank some of Mary’s milk.”

Nick blushed as he recalled all the ways last night had been a “good time” because of that. He cleared his throat and looked away.

“Well… it was definitely special,” he acknowledged, giving her a sheepish smile. “I’m not going to say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Morgana sighed in relief, and her pounding heart slowed substantially. “I was so worried that maybe I came on too strong… and using my transformations like that…”

Nick shook his head. “Trust me, Morgana, that wasn’t even close to coming on “too strong” for me.

There were a couple girls whose actions he might consider as coming on “too strong” but Morgana wasn’t even in the top five.

“So you’re not upset that I purposefully used my transformation to arouse you?” Morgana asked, her voice wavering between hope and anxiety.

“Nope. I actually kind of enjoyed it,” Nick admitted. The amount of pleasure that came just from hearing her talk had really been something. Even now, tired as he was, he still felt a spike of arousal just from their conversation.

Not that he was going to do anything about it.

“So… that’s good then…” Morgana slumped over like all the tension in her body had deflated. She smiled gratefully up at him, and wiped her eyes.

“How was it for you?” Nick asked, still concerned about her side of things. “Being under the influence of Mary’s milk. I know it’s not exactly like you didn’t have control, but the milk was still influencing your actions. If there’s anything you’d like to talk about, I want to help if I can.”

Morgana bit her lip and considered her actions last night. “It felt… freeing,” she settled on a good choice of word to use. “I mean, you know me… I’m always so easily flustered and uncertain. And after what I did in the last challenge, part of me was worried that you would be disgusted with me… transforming my family like that…”

Nick winced. That had certainly been difficult to watch. On one hand, he could sympathize with Morgana’s emotions going out of control, but on the other hand, he didn’t think her family situation was so bad that she should have gone that far.

But saying all that wouldn’t have helped anyone.

“I wouldn’t think less of you for something like that,” he assured her. After all, it’s clear you regret losing control like that.

Relief washed over Morgana like a tidal wave. But before she could fully bask in it, Nick knew he needed to keep the flow of the conversation going.

“So you used Mary’s transformation because you thought it would make things easier?” He pressed. “You didn’t think I’d want to be with you the way you are now? Even though we already did all that stuff before?”

Morgana blushed as she recalled losing her virginity with him, and quickly shook her head. “I- no, it’s not that I thought you wouldn’t want to, it’s just… I thought it would be better… if I became better. If I became the best version of me I could. Mary… she said a lot of stuff… and it was so overwhelming, that I just…”

“I… that’s my fault.”

Nick and Morgana both flinched. They turned to see Mary poking her head out of the kitchen with a shameful expression on her face. She shuffled in, fully-clothed now, and looked down at the floor.

“I… I couldn’t help myself either,” Mary admitted. “My transformation… it puts these thoughts in my head… it makes me… When I was in the kitchen, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted… I wanted to… I thought that nothing could be better than Morgana drinking my milk. Back then, I would have said and done practically anything to get her to drink from it.”

Nick frowned. “Yeah… that’s what I thought,” he nodded. “It’s the transformation that did it.”

“It’s my fault too, huh?” Morgana looked down. “Because of my Sotto Voce transformation, you got so turned on that you couldn’t help yourself.”

A picture was starting to form in Nick’s mind, and it looked a lot like the situation he’d gotten roped into last night. The two women alone together had gotten caught up in the effects of their transformations, and caused a feedback loop of enabling their worst impulses.

“Well… the important thing was that we had a good night together,” he said, putting the issue to bed. “I certainly don’t regret what happened. But Morgana, I also don’t want you to think that you have to change yourself for me to find you desirable, okay? I like you just fine the way you are, even if you’re not acting so overtly seductive.”

Morgana brightened. “Oh, really? I’m so glad!” She wiped her eyes and smiled. “I’m so happy to hear that, Nick. I was so worried…”

“I’m glad too,” Mary said, nodding in support of her friend. “I’m glad it worked out for the best, too. Although… if I had to regret one thing that happened… Nick, you shouldn’t have pulled out of Morgana like that!”

Nick winced. He should have expected that.

“Eh!?” Morgana flickered back through her memories, trying to figure out what Mary was saying. There were more gaps than she’d thought! Perhaps because she’d been so lost in the passion of the moment that she had blocked it out.

But now that she was bringing herself to recall…

“You… you, and I… we…” She stammered, trembling like a leaf. She pulled the blankets tighter over her body.

“She wanted you to cum inside her!” Mary pointed out firmly. “And you should have! It’s not right to disrespect a woman’s wants when it comes to… something like that.”

“Come on, Mary, it’s more complicated than that and you know it!” Nick protested. He knew that part of the reason for Mary’s impassioned plea for him to nut inside the goth girl was due to her own transformations, but he had to put his foot down. “It’s one thing for her to want to have sex with me. But I’m not going to risk something like that unless I know for certain that it’s what she wants. Do you really think it would be good if she woke up the morning after and regretted that she didn’t use protection?”

Mary puffed up her cheeks in frustration but she couldn’t actually come up with a good rebuttal to Nick’s point. So she just pouted instead.

As for Morgana, the goth girl in question was still struggling to process what she’d done.

“I-I really wanted him to cum inside?” She stammered, looking from Nick to Mary and back again. “I begged him to let me have his babies?!”

It didn’t sound real.

Morgana wasn’t averse to having children, but she was practically a child herself! Had she really lost control that easily!?

Well… Mary’s milk turned me into my image of Nick’s ideal woman, she reasoned. And I suppose that comes with certain… expectations.

She definitely knew how much Nick appreciated Mary being pregnant.

“Nick, it’s as simple as this,” Mary said, crossing her arms over her chest. “My milk turned Morgana into her vision of your ideal, right? So if Morgana wanted you to fill her fit to bursting with little goth babies, then that’s because it’s what she thought you wanted!”

Nick winced. He couldn’t deny that.

“W-well…”

“So before you go around judging people for their desires, why don’t you take a look at your own interests?” She demanded.

It had been some time since Nick had seen this much righteous indignation from his wife. She’d certainly settled down considerably since their wedding, but it was clear she still held a considerable amount of that old fire.

As much as he liked that about her, though, he wasn’t going to just lie back and take it.

Nick let out a long sigh, and raised his head to meet Mary’s eyes.

“…You’re right,” he conceded. “On some level, the idea of getting Morgana pregnant really did excite me.”

Morgana let out a little “yeep!” and scurried back in the bed.

“…But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to prioritize my own desires,” he added, glancing briefly at the trembling goth. Right now, he was channeling his inner Dawn, and looking at things from a point of rationality. “I’m not gonna deny that the idea of getting women pregnant arouses me. I hadn’t really thought about it seriously until now, but after last night, trying to pretend like it doesn’t turn me on won’t get anywhere.”

I suppose that makes us the perfect couple, he thought, glancing at Mary’s exposed midriff and the baby that was growing inside of her. She likes having babies and I like making them apparently.

At the same time, he couldn’t deny that Mary herself was probably a massive contributing factor to this newly-developed fetish. She’s so passionate about it that she’s even infected me with her desires a little bit.

Mary could see the dilemma playing out on her husband’s face, and sighed. Her crossed arms dropped to her sides and she walked over and sat down beside him on the bed.

“Look… you’re not wrong,” she said softly. “These things are important to think about. Getting lost in the heat of the moment can lead to something that everyone would regret.”

Morgana’s frantic expression was proof enough that in spite of her words last night, she very much wasn’t ready to be a mother. Not even someone as stubborn as Mary could deny something that obvious.

“I suppose… we’ll just have to handle things carefully then,” she decided. “How about in the future, you just cum inside me? Instead of blessing someone else with your child when they aren’t ready for it, you share that blessing with me, instead?”

Nick could see her eyes sparkling at that idea, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“How selfless of you,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Mary. Seriously?”

“What?” She chuckled and shook her head. “I’m serious. If the others are okay with you exploring this newfound desire of yours, I say go for it. Just make sure that you don’t do anything too reckless and cause any mistakes, alright?”

Even if that would be really, really hot, she added to herself. As much as she believed the words passing her lips, she couldn’t help but get intoxicated on the idea of her man sleeping with a multitude of women and spreading his seed as the creator intended. Whether they wanted him to or not.

“I… you guys… you shouldn’t blame yourselves…”

After a long time of silence, Morgana finally found the strength to speak up. She glanced between the two of them and squirmed a little, but kept her courage.

“I wanted it, too,” she admitted. “At least… I did back then. I don’t know what came over me, but in that moment, I was convinced that I wanted nothing more than to have Nick’s babies. It was because of the milk, but that desire… it might have still been mine? I really don’t know…”

“We’re not quite sure how my milk affects women’s thoughts,” Mary admitted, while privately filing that bit of information away for later use. “But the important thing to consider is how you feel right now.”

“That’s right,” Nick nodded. “Do you, um…”

He realized what he was about to ask in the same moment that he realized there was no way he could actually ask that. He blushed and looked away, and Mary chuckled.

“What my husband is trying to ask,” Mary said, turning to Morgana, “is whether or not you feel like you want to carry his baby right now.”

Nick felt his face heat up as shame melted away his bones. Mary had really cut right to the chase with that one.

Morgana looked even more shaken.

“I… I don’t… um…” Morgana buried her face beneath the sheets, and then peeked out from behind them again. “I definitely don’t want to right now,” she assured them.

“Okay, fine, but later, perhaps?” Mary pressed. “Once you’re a little more settled?”

“Uh…” Frankly, the idea of having children was completely foreign to Morgana. She’d never seriously considered the idea in anything other than an erotic setting, while fantasizing about the ideas of impregnation.

But actually raising a child, and being a mother?

Putting it in those terms froze her cold.

“I-I have no idea…” She mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nick said, giving his wife a side-eyed look. Mary was starting to sound a little coercive now. “You’re only 18. You’re just not ready to make a big decision like this, that’s all.”

Morgana sighed in relief and nodded. “Yes… you’re right,” she admitted. “I’m not ready… not ready at all…”

It felt so freeing to acknowledge that. She needed to remember that as wild and intoxicating as her relationship with Nick was, there was still a lot that she wasn’t prepared for, and a lot of growing that she had to do.

Hopefully she wouldn’t mess things up too much before she properly matured.