Stop! Something is wrong!

I pushed May away, the hefty woman coming free from my cock with an obscene schlict. She landed with a thud, sending up a puff of dust and hay strands, and I let go. Ropes of thick black spunk flew through the air, covering the ground and some tools, and May. Four lines of black ran from tits to forehead, crossing her lips and one eye, and she let out a weak moan as the hot cum covered her.

I scrambled to my feet, surprised by the ease of it, and looked down at her. She was pale and covered in sweat and cum, a trickle of red running from her nose. She shook and shivered weakly, as if she'd been stuck outside in the heart of winter, and I had a premonition; I'd nearly killed her. I'd consumed some vital ****, that energy I'd felt before, and nearly took all that she had.

"Can you hear me?" I asked, looking down at her.

She moaned weakly in response, her eyes quivering under shut lids. I let out a sigh of relief, falling back on to my rump; she was alive. If she hadn't been then it would be bad for me; Donnie would undoubtedly attack me, and I would be quickly **** back onto the road. And, simpler than that, it would bring me some grief; May was kind, and kindness was something often in short supply.

My relief and reverie lasted only a moment before my merchant instinct came to the forefront. Don't waste this chance, it said.

"May, listen to me."

She moaned in response. I moved forward, reaching out with my fingers.

I froze.

Fingers?

The black talons were gone, and my skin and hair had somewhat returned to their previous shade. My horns had shrunk to nubs and my body had filled back out. I looked nearly normal, aside from a greyish tinge to my skin and hair, and the small nubs of horn. Think on it later, deal with her now.

"May, listen to me." I reached out and collected my cum, coating my fingers with it. Once they were good and wet I sunk them into May's wet cunt. She moaned as I set a slow rhythm and brought her body back to life. "You will do everything in your power to convince your husband I am harmless."

"Harmless."

"Good, you will tell him to take me on as a scud worker. A free worker for all the awful jobs on the farm, with the only pay being poor meals and lodging." I smiled as she began to buck her hips against my hand. "You won't remember what happened this morning; you came to bring me food and nothing else."

"Nothing else."

"But you feel so bad for me, and you'll come when your husband is asleep to see if I'm doing all right. You'll do anything to make me more comfortable."

"Anything."

"Say it."

"I'll do anything to make you more comfortable."

"Good girl," I picked up the pace of my fingers, and smiled as she clenched around me.