The Impregnation Theory

For a moment there was a dead silence in the room. For an outsider, the scene would be way too funny - a boy with his bottoms drawn and a woman bathed in a milky white liquid. But Gray had other problems. He had masturbated before, but he had never masturbated and sent everything flying toward another woman, especially not the angry master’s wife.

“YOU….YOU…” Andria’s eyes glistened in fury. A single vein popped on the left of her forehead, and her noble face was now conquered by a grotesque frown.

“Lady Andria,” Gray scrambled back. “Please, I can explain-”

“I’ll beat you till you bleed! And then I’ll cut that thing-” her eyes moved to his penis, and then stopped. She stared like it was some strange object she had never seen before. “That….thing…”

She pointed at his penis, and Gray scrambled back for his pants, but the noblewoman slid them away. “You have the tattoo…”

“Lady Andria, I don’t understand…” but then Gray’s eyes moved to his penis, and he almost scrambled back in surprise. Right on his member was a small tattoo marked in red. It was a strange symbol, almost like a square with empty sides and two lines drawn in the middle.

“How do you have it,” the woman scrambled towards him and then bent down. Gray definitely didn’t like the smell of his own jizz, but there was something fascinating about a cum-bathed noblewoman suddenly interested in his dick. “What magic do you have boy? Were you hiding something from us?”

“I didn’t know a thing about all of this! There was a fairy, she said something about a seed…”

The noble woman’s face twisted as if it wasn’t twisted enough. “I just can’t fucking believe it. Of all the people that should have gotten the blessing it should have been you…”

Her large chest heaved up and down, and she rubbed her temples. Her polished nails didn’t look pretty with jizz on them.

“You will stay here, and you will not mention a single thing about this to Lord Julius. Whatever happens, is between you and me. I’ll send that girl to clean this place up and send some new clothes. When I beckon you, be ready!”

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

What just happened? Gray looked at the room which had stains of his own jizz everywhere.

The last few moments of his life were the most bizarre moments he had ever spent. There was a fairy, a real one, and then she had given him a tattoo and some climactic pleasure. The pleasure ended with him bathing his master’s wife with semen. The results weren’t definitely good ones.

He pulled back his pants, his mind still in a trance. He didn’t know if it was because he was hallucinating or because of the sudden dump of jizz. After wandering and staggering around the little room, he tried to recall some lore related to the creatures.

According to the books Lyla had read to him, there were seventeen fairies and ten witches. The two factions had been at war since the dawn of time. Fairies gave blessings, witches gave curses. The great witch Calatula placed a curse on the kingdom of Ektas so that no man could ever procreate, but the fairy who spoke with Grey said she gave him a blessing.

A blessing to stop the witch's curse…

A slight tap on the door made Gray jump.

“Gray?” It was Sia’s soft voice. “Are you alright?”

“I-I think I am.”

“Can I come in?”

“Wait, you have the key?”

“Lady Andria sent me. Something is troubling her. She didn’t even come out of her room. She just told me where the key was, then asked my mother to prepare a bath, and then told both of us to get out of sight.”

She must be bathed in something Sia, Gray almost had the urge to say it, but bit his tongue. “Come in.”

The door opened gently, and Sia’s face peeked in. She looked horrified, but when she saw Gray her eyes lighted up. “Oh thank the divine! You are fine!”

She trotted towards him and gripped his hands. “I thought Andria beat you.”

“I-I think I’m fine…”

She came close and wrinkled her nose. “What’s that smell?”

Sometimes Gray gave blessings to the saints for Sia being so naive. It must be the effects of being raised by her mother in a household with just an angry husband and a noble wife.

“Lady Andria threw something at me,” Gray uttered whatever came to his mouth. “It smelled bad. I was horrified.”

“I hate them!” Sia’s fingers tightened on Gray’s own. “They treat us…you like slaves!”

“That’s our fate Sia,” Gray caught the bucket of water and the wrapped cloth beside it. “Give me those. I’ll clean this place.”

“We could run away,” Sia said, not hearing a word Gray said. “Just you and me.”

Gray sighed. “Stop imagining fairy tales. Now give me that-”

“Wouldn't you like running away with me?”

Gray stopped. Sia was frowning, expecting an answer. It was a question he couldn’t dodge.

“It’s not that. Have you imagined where we are going to go after we run away?”

“We can work somewhere. I know everything about managing a house. I learned from my mother. You know everything about working out in the field. We make a good team.”

Gray blinked. That was the other side of being naive. There was never a bigger dreamer than Sia. “What? Like husband and wife?”

Her blue eyes glistened. “Yes! Don’t you like that?”

If the world was such a good place Gray would have. He even had imagined him with Sia a few times. But then the reality would tear that fantasy to pieces.

“No, because even if we do that, that life would be temporary. Soon you’ll be tired of me when I can’t find work, and then we’ll be back at Lord Julius’s feet asking for work.”

Those same glistening eyes now dulled, her eyebrows furrowed, and she dropped his hand.

“You are always too pessimistic,” she turned back and strode out of the room. When she was near the door she looked back. “And Lady Andrea called you to her bedroom at midnight. I think she’s going to beat the living hell out of you, and I’ll have to spend another sleepless night worrying about you. And I HATE IT!”

She slammed the door, much louder than Lady Andria, and Gray heard hurried footsteps up the stairs.

He fell back to the floor.

Now he had to wonder which of the two women he pissed off the most.