The Tale of Teff and Pela

The petitioners were a deeply unequal pair. She was tall for a human woman, and wore the traditional flowing robes of someone from the planet Messane. That was a desert planet, so now she shivered in my audience chamber. She was also beautiful as I watched the skin of arms break out in little goosebumps. Her bare arms and legs were a light chocolate, and looked smooth, and yieldingly plump. Her hair was a great beautiful black frizz that she had molded into a pleasing shape. Her breasts looked like two delicious plump candies, where I could see them slightly tenting her robes.

Her husband was male, though not incredibly so, and looked even more fearful and cold than his wife. He wore a pair of long white shorts and his white linen jerkin was tightly fastened, though I still saw his smooth caramel chest beneath. He wore large but thin glasses and was a head shorter than his wife.

Their names were Teff and Pela. They had not told me that yet, but I could see it hanging about them. Those who do not know the secrets of names never hide their own. It makes them **** beyond their knowing. A name said properly could bring someone to their knees, make them crawl, or turn them into something they never thought they would be.

Looking at these two cowering before me I felt oddly happy and calm. They wanted something simple, something simple, and mundane. What would they pay for it? It was relaxing to think about. Something simple. Something human. Something that overcame fear in the face of me. I respected them in a way, and that eased my blood.

“SPEAK!” I made the stones of the audience chamber reverberate as I sent my voice across the great hall until it rattled their bones. I coughed slightly. I could tell by their trembling I had scared them unnecessarily which had not been my intention. Sometimes spells of terrifying guests with your voice lingered in the stones where you had forgotten you had placed them.

I made myself gentle, as I could. There was a greed for what they had, inside me. For what they wanted and what they would give for it.

“Please approach.” I said quieting the stones for a pause. They waddled forward. “What has happened that you would risk coming to see me of all people? Surely you know of who and what I am?”

“A great sorcerer milord. We know. We have tried every other avenue but no one can help us!” Teff said. His voice was not womanly but his fear made him squeaky and high pitched. His wife, Pela, nodded. “Yes, milord,” she said all fear and sweetness, her voice soft. “We need your help.”

“What is the assistance you need? What can only I, for it must be only I, do for you?”

“Well we…” Teff spoke, until his wife cut him off.

“I cannot be with child! At least no child will take root in me. When the doctors give me scans or when I think I am months along…”

“We are only compatible in love, milord, we cannot conceive though the scans and tests show it might be so with another.”

“Please!” Pela begged, “please let us have child together, milord.”

“Yes, milord. Pela cannot give birth to a strong healthy baby, and no terrestrial magic has worked any change!”

They were both practically in tears as they laid themselves bare. So they needed me to change their biology and make them capable of having a child with each other? I could do that. I could do it easily. There would, however, be a price.

“Teff! Pela!” I spoke their names with an effort that easily yoked them to my will and compelled their attention. “I will do this for you. I will give Pela a swollen belly and you will have a healthy bouncing baby to call your own.”

They looked overjoyed and began to cry shiny happy tears.

“There is a price.”

They looked crestfallen. “What price milord?” Teff ventured.

“When you conceive. I must be there. You must give your wife to me during the conception of your child.”

“Milord!” They said at once. Teff puffed out his chest, and summoned righteousness anger, “that would be your child! Not mine! I will not be cucked! I will be a father, that is what we seek. Do you think I have not heard this insult before? We want our own baby.”

I glanced at him lazily and he deflated. “You misunderstand my offer. I will give you exactly what you seek. Or a shade of it. The problem lies with your wife, not you. I must create a road within her. A road you will walk. The baby will be yours, yet also mine, begat of us both. It is the only way.” I let my words hang in the stale air.

They considered for a moment the cost. A single night, for a lifetime of joy. To be cuckolded for a cause. He would be the father if I spoke true.

I did. Speak true. Fertility magic never came without animalistic, and abnormal sex.

They talked in whispers, I could have chosen to hear, but did not. They turned to me and nodded as one.

“What must we do?”

“Come.”

I led them away from the audience chamber, through twisting hallways, and past creaking automata. We reached my grand lift and began our ascension. I stared at Teff’s wife lustily. To me she was a juicy mouthful, a tender fruit. She looked me over and there was a spark of lust. I was a giant. I was dominant. I exuded the air of man who knows he is more than other men.

I exuded that air because it was true. Her husband tried to quiet the feverish aroused angst of a man about to be cucked, I could feel it in him. For when I am horny mere humans have **** but to join me. He gulped audibly as the lift spend upwards.