Morgan’s Curse, Ch. 3 of 4

Morgan’s Curse – Chapter 3 of 4
By Haramiru – [email protected]
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The Events Thus Far

Morgan Le Fay is Merlin’s ex-girlfriend, cursed to jump bodies forever. She’s on a mission of revenge, out to kill Merlin now that he’s been reincarnated. She’s accompanied on this mission by her lust demon servant, Argyle. After a brief stop along the way (where the succubus was gang-banged by a bunch of frat boys, and devoured their souls), they’ve made it to the San Diego area, where they can start the search for Merlin.

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Part 3a: Preparing for War

The rest of the drive to San Diego was long and uneventful. I planned to stay in Rudy’s body until after I’d finished my recon, as it would actually be harder for Merlin to detect me in this body than in a female one radiating Power all over the astral spectrum. While Mr. Wulf did say he’d just been reborn, I know much better than to trust that Merlin will be unguarded.

Mouse had made sure his frat boys did well in Vegas (nothing boosts pride like a good winning streak at a casino), so I had several thousand dollars in cash and didn’t care about budgeting. This meant I was going to indulge my body’s craving for food.

One of the pleasures I find in male bodies is just how much food I can wolf down. On average, males have faster metabolism, more muscle, and just an overall faster burn rate. It was a little bit like occupying a werewolf body, but not quite in the same league. We’d stopped at a Mexican / Greek / American restaurant on the 101 Coast Highway, and both ordered relatively large meals.

My eyes darted around the restaurant a bit, and kept landing on shapely female bodies. We were near the beach, and the see-through “cover-up” tops the girls wore were frequently sexier than the swimsuits underneath them. It was all I could do not to stare.

I was most of the way through my carne asada burrito, while Argyle was mostly playing with her gyro. She was enjoying herself, though. She’d gotten the attention of a neighboring table full of Marines, and was toying suggestively with a french fry.

She focused on each one in turn, sucking seductively on the french fry while she kept fidgeting with her neckline. When she began to expose areola, I slapped her hand and muttered, “Step it down, slut.”

She gave me a pouty look, then swallowed the french fry. “At least I’m getting something salty,” she observed suggestively.

I shook my head and went back to my lunch. My last body and its pregnancy had brought with it a strong dislike for Mexican food. I fully intended to enjoy this burrito before switching into yet another pregnant female body, which might or might not share the last one’s biases. This meal made me look forward even more to killing Merlin, though. Once he was dead, I could inhabit a female body that wasn’t pregnant for a change. For that matter, even if I did get pregnant I ‘d still occupy my own body after giving birth. After century upon century of constant body-hopping, getting to stay in one place for a lifetime sounded amazingly good.

Polishing off the last of my burrito, I stretched and turned my attention to Argyle. “Where do we go from here?” I asked.

She closed her eyes and steepled her hands as if she were praying. A very faint purple light emanated from the center of her forehead as she opened her mind’s eye and peered around on the astral plane. Moments later, her lips curled in a smirk and stayed there for a few seconds before she opened her eyes again. “About twenty miles south of here. Near the coast, I think.”

Five minutes later, we were back on the freeway. We’d drive for a few miles, then stop so Argyle could take a sighting, then get back on the road again. This got us closer and closer to him, until we finally found his neighborhood.

“Something’s strange, Morgan”, said Argyle after her last sighting.

I sighed. “Decoy?”

She shook her head. “No, you’re not going to believe this. This time, he’s an infant. And he’s in that house right there.” She pointed at a nice two-story house with a relatively large, green lawn, probably worth a few million. This time, Merlin had done quite well for himself.

I was puzzled. “An infant? He’s never been an infant before.”

Argyle nodded her head. “Right. Every time we’ve chased him down so far, he’s been wearing the body of whatever poor soul inherited that dick portal of his. But this time, he’s a baby.”

I smirked. “In that case, he’s pretty much defenseless. You can’t cast anything useful until you reach your teens at least.”

“Don’t you still want to take a female form before you confront him, though?” asked Argyle.

For a minute there, I didn’t want to. I was so close, and I could’ve just walked up to the house, smashed down the door without using an ounce of magic, and struck down my nemesis in his crib. Maybe I’d have Argyle find me a gun first, so it’d look like a crazed home invasion. That tempted me for just a moment, but the temptation didn’t last long. I needed to gloat, and I needed Power to show off with. I wanted him to know he’d been beaten thoroughly, and that meant I needed a female body.

I sighed. “Yes, I still need a body. You can eat Rudy once I’m out of him, too. He was an asshole.”

Argyle purred. “You’re feeding me so much lately, master. I’m going to get fat.”

“What can I say? Lately, a lot of people have deserved it.”

We drove the car a few blocks east, and parked it over by La Jolla. By now, Rudy may have been reported as missing, so it was time to change identities anyway. Argyle and I got out, took what was left of our cash, and set out to find me a new host body.

I look for different things in a woman than I do in a man. For one thing, to keep Argyle happy, I seek out the worst men so that I don’t feel bad if she eats them once I’m done with them. I’ve mastered the ‘wounded bird’ act; rapists and various other malcontents think they’re in for a touch of heaven when they see me, but I sell them a one-way ticket to hell. Their families may miss the predatory fucks that I feed to my succubus, but the world is better off without them in the long run. It’s been demonstrated that children learn how to interact with the opposite sex by watching their fathers, and my goal is to break the chain and keep these men from passing on their values to the next generation.

Women, on the other hand, are a much more complex decision. I have more to think of more than just myself, or even the woman I’m possessing. Any woman I possess is going to wake up somewhere a few months later, and much more pregnant than they should be for having only been missing for a few months. I arrange for each woman to get half a million or so in compensation, but it’s still a traumatic experience. And that’s just the mother. I’m also creating a life, and have a responsibility to the child to pick a mother who won’t screw the kid up too badly.

Until the last twenty years or so, the social stigmas of single motherhood and being born a bastard basically restricted me to married couples. I’d frequently possess a husband, then possess his wife for a while, and then move on to another couple before the baby was due. That era wasn’t exactly the most conducive to my living the high life.

Nowadays, I tended to go for a young middle-class college-age girl. Even in California, finding one of them and dropping half a million on her tended to result in a healthy long-term outcome for her and the baby. At any given time, I imagine I had around 150 living direct descendants, just based upon how often I jumped hosts and the average human lifespan.

Those were the things I had on my mind as I scanned the shoreline, looking for my next target. It wasn’t long before I found one. She was a sultry dark blonde in denim short shorts, creatively cut to reveal more skin than they covered. Her top was a narrow-cupped string bikini, from which her well-formed C-cup breasts peeked out from either side. They swayed side to side as she walked towards me, hypnotizing me with desire. A hissing gasp sounded at my left side; apparently, Argyle had noticed her as well. I glanced over and saw that she was biting her fingernail appreciatively.

“Stuff it, demon”, I muttered. Argyle’s only reply was a little whimper. When I let her play with girls as a female, Argyle is gentle and attentive. Lust demons can only suck souls out through sex which could produce children. Still, the risk that she’d switch to her incubus form and fuck their souls right out was more than I wished to risk.

The blonde continued walking in my direction, and I started walking straight towards her. Under my breath, I used my body’s limited casting ability to render me irresistible. Under the influence of this glamour spell, Rudy’s reasonably built, slender body may as well have belonged to Brad Pitt.

I was now only feet away, and I could see that the spell was taking effect. She couldn’t take her eyes off of me, and looked shocked when I turned to her and asked if she had the time. Flustered, she stammered for a second, then realized that she had a cellphone. She fumbled as she pulled it out of her shorts pocket, then held the display up to read. She was centerfold model material, but she was as giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush. “It’s about 5:32pm. The sun will be going down soon.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen an ocean sunset before. Would you like to join me?” I inquired.

I could see a momentary flicker of rational disagreement in her eyes, but it was only a flicker. Moments later, she’d turned around and was walking out to the beach with me.

Argyle tagged along at a discrete distance, letting us have our space. The girl was still carrying her beach towel, so we spread it out on the sand and watched the waves roll in and out as the sun edged ever closer to the horizon. As the bottom edge of the dull orange-red ball touched the ocean, I turned and kissed her on the lips. She looked at me for a moment, not in surprise, but as if she was trying to decide how exactly to reciprocate. That didn’t last long, as she replied by leaning in and passionately returning the kiss.