No

I couldn't do it.

I might have been a lot of things, but I wasn't a complete monster. This woman before me wasn't in her right mind and I'd be taking advantage of her addled state if I went through with it. Plus, I'd be stuck with yet another supernaturally empowered child and Lucy was unnerving enough.

But what to do about the current situation? I really needed to get off and Barbara was on the verge of a psychotic break. There was even a chance that going cold turkey would kill her. I was chewing on that conundrum when a burst of enlightenment struck.

I could kill two birds with one stone.

"Barb," I said, "get down...and suck."

The older woman was happily enough to do so and wasted no time bathing the length of my dick with her tongue. I sucked in a sharp breath as she went to work, covering every inch of cockflesh with her wet tongue, slobbering here and there before finally taking me deep into her gullet.

A sensation of utter joy went through me as I watched the woman bob up and down, her mouth making wonderful glugging sounds as she worked my meat. Her throat was warm and tight as any pussy and when I felt her nose press against my pubes I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine.

She worked furiously, up and down, up and down with one of my hands casually resting on the back of her head guiding her actions. Eventually I found my release and began to empty myself deep into her hungry gullet, even as she struggled to breath gulping down my seed.

My dick began to soften, but I had found that I wasn't completely satiated with oral sex anymore. The curse made me want to breed, so this was more of a slight reprieve than a direct solution to my increased libido.

But looking at Barbara collapse on her knees, a blissed out expression on her face, I might have temporarily solved her addiction problems. Perhaps in the long term this would only worsen her cravings, for the time being it would keep her contented.

I fixed my clothes and hurried out of the house, struggling to fight against my increased lust. Fuck, this might have backfired on me somewhat. I had just gotten off dammit, why was I still so damned horny?

A horrible thought occurred to me as I stood on my front lawn. What if I fucked Jess? I mean, she was already my wife and the mother of my children. The curse wouldn't really change that, and perhaps if I narrowed my focus purely on her I could contain this? Sure, we'd be up to our eyeballs in magically born kids, but at least I would be faithful to my wife, right?

No, fuck that. Jess was the best person I knew. It was cheesy to say, but I genuinely found her to be my best friend. Her shitty jokes, her weird tastes in tv and movies, her lame ass dancing at home when she thought no one was looking. I'd be destroying that and turning her into a broodmare. I'd lose the woman I loved.

I was caught up in this existential debate when I felt a hand clap my shoulder. With a startle I turned to see Emma's husband Thomas grinning at me. "How're you doing today Ben? You're looking a little...well, off today."

"Oh hey Tom," I pushed out a sigh, "I'm ok...I'm just a little stressed out. Work, you know how it is."

He nodded sagely. "I do, I do. But, hey, why don't you come with me to the tennis court? I was on my way there now and it always does me a bit of good."

To be blunt, tennis wasn't really high on my list of priorities. I needed an exorcist, not a tennis racquet. But right now I couldn't trust myself around my wife, or any woman for that matter. So maybe this would be a good way to clear my head.

"Ok, what the hell. Let's give it a shot."