People Change

Bert arrived at the cottage listed as the address of the pregnant couple only to discover that the man is absent. He's rather pleased about this since he hadn't been particularly looking forward to getting thumped.

As it was, Sheila, the heavily pregnant lady, takes it exceedingly well when Bert eventually tells her the truth about what's happened after she's cast a spell on him to do so.

"So," she says, "you're telling me that if my Gordon and me don't fuck in front of our parents again so that they can accurately describe in pictures how magic free the fucking was, our sprog will be fed to a dragon?"

"Er . . . yes."

"Cool! I've really gone off the idea of motherhood of late and Gordon was never too keen on the idea in the first place. Don't get me wrong, we love the sex; it's just the side effect of having noisy and demanding brats we're not keen on. In fact, young man, I feel like a bit of hanky panky right now. Fancy coming upstairs for a quick shag?"

The question's purely rhetorical since she's already cast a spell that ensures he does. That said, he's still able to voice the concern, "I say, is it safe for us to do this? I mean, what about your baby?"

There's a cold hearted matter of fact-ness about her reply. "Since it suits us to have our child used for dragon food, I can’t see it's current wellbeing as a major consideration right now. Don’t worry, you won't have to lie on top of me. We'll do it doggy style."

"Er . . . what if your Gordon comes home and finds us 'at it' to coin a phrase . . ." Bert asks nervously.

"Oh he'll just have to wait his turn!"

Bert's never done it doggy style before but he quickly gets to grips with it. In this position, he's also able to get to grips with Sheila's full and dangling boobs that conveniently bounce out of her bodice as he lustfully starts to shaft the woman's hot, wet and hairless cunt. They're pleasingly smooth, soft, weighty and resilient in his hands and Sheila doesn’t seemed to mind when he gets a bit savage with them. Soon, they're both moaning and panting as their copulation nears orgasmic climax.

It's at this point that Gordon bursts in and throws a bucket of cold water over them.

"GORDON! Now look what you've done; you've wet the bed again, you naughty, naughty boy! Now, you just stand there like a good cuckold and wait your turn. Oh and while your about it, you can magic this bed dry again; I'm a little busy right now. Okay Bert, where had we got to? Oh yeah, grab my tits again and start pounding my arse with your belly. No! Wait! Give my bottom a good spanking before you restart the shagging. Slap me hard. I want you to fill my entire being with the most exquisite pain......."

The woman is insatiable. Bert later staggers away from that cottage a spent but far from satisfied man. In fact, he's horrified. His conscience is telling him that because of his carelessly mis-aimed ejaculation, an innocent child is doomed to be devoured at birth. This does not sit well with him at all. Bert knows full well that this is going to put him off his food and prevent him from sleeping at night until he resolves to prevent this atrocity from happening. This he most readily does. All he needs now is a cunning plan that works a little better than the one he devised at the end of the last chapter. . . .