The Charmed Ones 4 (MF, Mg, Fdom, Anal, Inter, Sci-fant, Magic)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)




4


It is now four years and Vicky is also heavily pregnant for me
with another child for me.

There are four other women who have already conceived for me,
Wendy had arranged for them to breed with me right after she had
left that day long ago. Now I had other women pregnant, all
healthy, young and very sexy girls in their mid to late teens.

I had spent the past few months being 'enjoyed' by the council
members, all thirteen of them had used me for their pleasure over
the course of the four years. It seems that I am a valuable
commodity to them.

By the time I turned sixty I had over one hundred children, all
of them of the Coven. It turns out that I was special, a pure
blood and original mix of Coven and human. They traced my roots
back over the centuries to the times of the Romans in Britain. My
line had originally been Celts who had been bred for the Coven
and then the wars had come and separated them.

My great-great-grandfather had originally come from Ireland,
migrating to the West Indies and starting my line. Strangely
enough my mother was also of white origin, her grandfather was
mixed race. She had always claimed that her line was Irish.

Wendy is now also carrying twin boys for me, the future breeders
of the Coven. She and her daughter, now twenty and the mother of
thirteen of my children, are still finding new young Coven to
breed with me.

I lay in my bed, the young girl spread under me, clinging to my
body as I fuck her. She was fifteen and I am told that she is
extremely fertile.

This is the third night since they brought her to me. I had
stopped resisting them a long time ago now, trying to enjoy my
'work' and the fresh young bodies of the girls they gave me.

I am allowed to use them as I please as long as I fill their
bellies with my sperm several times a week. As soon as they were
inseminated, they are taken away and a new one is brought in to
replace her. Each one as pretty as the last.

Then I got sick and they take me to the Coven. I have been there
before and I am scared, the women in their dark gowns have done
things to me here that I don't want to think about.

They lay me on an alter and I tremble with terror, I know what
witches did on alters.

Wendy calms me, stroking my naked body.

"Those are all stories to terrify children and stupid people."
she says, stroking my forehead, "We do not sacrifice by killing
someone or something as you will see."

I am circled by the thirteen and they drop their robes to reveal
their familiar bodies to me, smiling down at me as they stand
around me. Wendy is one of them.

"It has been decided that Keith Hinds has reached the end of his
cycle and must begin again. I call upon the energies that roam
the universe to visit us and endow us with the power of change
once again!"

I am thinking of the sun and of the stars when the room lights up
like a Christmas tree, lights swirling and dancing around the
room, coiling about their beautiful bodies until they all glowed
with an inner light. That is when I saw their true forms for the
very first time and scream.

--

I wake in my room, on my bed, in my house. But things seemed
different, bigger somehow.

I raise up and look about the room. It all seems the same as
before, but why do things look so big?

I pull the sheets from my body and jump off the bed, tumbling
onto my face. It had been a longer drop than I expect. Somehow I
have shrunk.

No.

I remember Victoria and that Paul bloke she had made into a girl.
They had done something to me. I get up and walk over to the
mirror on the wardrobe. Shocked at what I see.

I am now about five years old, this was the way I had looked
then. They had regressed me back into the body of a child somehow
and I am a bit disoriented.

Just then the door opens and Wendy comes in. I react with fear,
backing away from her.

She just smiles and wiggles her finger at me. I lift off the
ground and come quickly toward her, floating in the air. She
catches me and hugs me to her, not allowing me to escape.

"W...what are you?" I ask in my young voice, terrified.

"The Coven!” she tells me, “A race of people your people have
called witches for many centuries. We are from a dead world and
travelled many light years to this place. It was only by chance
that we found your world, one hospitable to our kind. We have
lived amongst you, as one of you for aeons. There is no need to
be afraid Keith, if we meant your kind any harm we could have
done so long ago. We found, however, that your kind are
compatible with us, can breed with us and carry on our kind. Many
of your people are cross-breeds, like yourself. You are part of
us now or else we could not change you as we did."

It makes sense, how else could they do those things to me.

"I'm still scared of you!" I say honestly, "But I understand what
you've said."

"Good boy!" she smiles. "Now we can get on with the next phase.
Your rebirth."

She takes me and lays in the bed with me, taking my face in her
hands and muttering what sounds like an incantation. I feel as if
light is been poured into my head, filling my eyes and my brains.
Then my body shudders as if on fire and everything explodes.

--

There are vague images, impressions really. Floating in a womb,
the light of day and people wearing green surgical gowns, a smack
on my buttocks making me cry out, laying in Wendy's arms and
looking up into her beautiful face as she smiles down at me,
she's feeding me from her breast, she's taken me home and
breastfeeding me, I'm running around the house and she's
laughing, I'm going to school and far ahead of the class.

Things start to change as I start secondary school and my
memories reassert themselves. I am myself once again and I am
going home from school, a twelve year old black boy with a brain
the size of a planet.

This second chance has somehow made me smarter, brighter. My IQ
is tested and came out as 206. The teachers are amazed, I am
amazed. They would just sit down and talk to me, amazed at my
adult speech pattern. If they only knew.

This particular afternoon I am on my way home when the bullies
confronted me.

"Hey nigger, how come your mother's white and you're black. You
some kind of freak?" asks the large ginger headed boy.

"Nah mate, he's adopted!" says the skinny one with the frog eyes.

"No, I saw his file when I was in the headmaster's office. She's
his real mother!" the blonde with the sneer says, "He's some kind
of freaky black-white kid. His dad must be as black as night!"

They laugh. I just stand there, already going through the steps
in my mind that I had learned when I as an adult. I relax and let
my body flow into my 'zone'.

"Hey nigger-honky, you're clever, do you think you'll get home in
one piece?" redhead laughs.

"Yes!" I say and smile.

I am smaller than the three of them, skinnier than them. But in
Wing Chun that really didn't matter.

"Wrong!" he says and throws a punch.

I step into it, moving in to face him inside the flaying arm. I
smile at him and then hit him in the solar plexus with a short
chi punch, the fabled one-inch punch made famous by Bruce Lee.

He hits the ground hard, holding his chest in pain. The other two
look down at him in shock.

"He's stabbed him!" cries frog eyes, "Get him!"

I meet him before he can move, hammering him with two hard blows
to the face, breaking his nose and then his front teeth. He
grabbed his face and falls to his knees.

The other on tries to grab me around my waist. But I do a violent
body twist, throwing him off and then grabbing his hand, twisting
it, making him scream as I force him to the ground.

"Next time you go after someone, make sure they can't fight. You
might get your arse kicked again." I tell them and walk away
without looking back.

"Where have you been?" Wendy asks me, or Mum, as she wants me to
keep calling her now.

"I had to take care of the local bullies, they didn't quite
expect a pasting." I tell her.

I tell her what had happened. She sighs.

"I should have changed your race too." she says, "It would have
been easier."

"No. I'm very proud of my race." I say, "I wouldn't change it for
the world."

There is some trouble in school the next day and she has to go in
with me, but it was well known that the boys bullied other,
smaller children and no one believed that a boy my sized could
beat all three of the bigger, older boys so badly; thinking that
I had a gang with me.

Things do calm down though and no one bothers me again. I have
few friends because of my huge brain, though there are not many
that could engage me in conversation.

As time passes and I become fifteen there was one girl though
named Nicole Benn. She is a very pretty mixed race girl who is
remarkably intelligent and seems to gravitate towards me. She
would come and sit at my table during lunch and stand near me
when we had break in the playground.

Back at home 'Mum' takes me into my room and strips me naked. She
baths me and oils me, then she strokes and fondles my cock and
balls until I became erect for the first time since becoming a
child. I am very big even for a fifteen year old, bigger than
most adults.

"There, all ready for action." she says, then she climbs onto the
bed, revealing her naked crotch. "Now Mummy is going to try out
your new weapon and your much more potent sperm!"

I feel her slide down onto me, gasping as she slides me into her
extremely tight belly. Still very tight even though she has had
so many children. But that is probably because of either her
powers or her race.

"Ahhhhh! That's so good, I'll have to use you much more often
now!" she moans.

"That's incest!" I groan as she rides me.

"My people don't h..have that concept. Ahhhhh! We breed from
whatever stock we have. Mmmmm!" she tells me as she fucks me
harder and harder.

Then I cry out and fill her with huge quantities of sperm, it
feel like almost a pint. She shudders against me and collapses on
top of me, moaning.

"That was wonderful!" she whimpers.

--

She seems to have put one of her spells on me because all of the
girls in school seem to have suddenly become interested in me,
wanting to talk to me, hang out with me.

Strange lustful needs fill me and I must breed.

I get hold of Nicole and take her around the back of the school,
kissing her pretty mouth and stroking her plump, juicy pussy with
my hand in her panties until she is wet and trembling against me.

My fingers find that she is not a virgin and my cock makes sure.
I fuck the tight girl until she has her very first orgasm against
the gym wall. She clings to me and sucks on my tongue as my
copious sperm runs down her pretty thighs.

Then I get a very strong urge and push her to her knees, she
doesn't resist at all as I push into her small mouth and feel her
suck my cock with a familiarity that shows that she has done this
before many times.

She chokes a little as I cum in her mouth, swallowing quickly
until she has drained my seed. She has a strange look on her face
when I pulled her back to her feet and turned her around,
squeezing my cock up her butt and delighting in her soft
whimpers.

I bugger her until I again fill her up, flooding her bowels then
she cleans me willingly with her mouth and we go back into the
playground.

That year I fuck several of the girls my age and slightly older,
all of them seemed to be attracted to me like a magnet.

'Mum' became pregnant for me that same month. I sleep in her bed
now and fucking her every night.

When I turned sixteen I am six feet tall, athletic and have a
face girls seemed to like. All the women swoon around me, not
even concerned that I am black.

I take a part-time job as a delivery boy and deliver much more
that groceries.

I reached seventeen now and I have fourteen women in the
neighbourhood carrying my children or raising them. My favourite
is Mrs Carol Denning, her husband is a weak and feeble salesman
for a stockings firm.

He came home one day and found me in his wife, he just sat down
and told me to finish. I did and now he is raising two of my
children, both girls. A third was on it's way.

'Mum' already has three more girls for me. She is carrying a
fourth too. The council members of the Coven come and visited me
again, riding me and breeding me, all of them becoming pregnant
with girls, to their pleasure.

In all that time I hadn't seen Victoria at all. I seem unable to
ask about her, unable to even search for her at all. I figure
that a spell has been place on me to keep me from her.

–

I am now twenty now and a powerful athlete. I have many women
chasing me, already fucking my trainer and her lovely young
daughter and impregnating them both before meeting her gorgeous
fifty year old mother and making her my lover too.

I came home and find Mum/Wendy standing in the living room,
hugging another woman. When she stands away from her I gasp as I
recognise the very beautiful Victoria.

She screams and comes into my arms, crying as she kisses me, her
long thick tongue seeking my throat, her spit leaking into me.

Finally she releases me at her mother's urging and stands back to
smile at me.

“Oh Keithy, I don't believe it!” she says, “You look so
wonderful.”

“I missed you!” I says softly, not wanting to offend her mother.

“I missed you too!” she tells me.

“It has been decided that the two of you will now bond and breed.
The council thinks that Veronica has atoned for her past
indiscretions, you will move into her home and remain with her as
her husband from today. I have one of your past sons coming to
become my new breeder and my personal sex-slave.” Mum/Wendy says
proudly, as a young mixed race man walks into the room led by
another of the Coven I had bred with before.

He is almost a mirror image of me, except lighter skinned. He
goes slavishly up to Mum/Wendy and clings to her as she strokes
and caresses his naked body. His cock is almost as big as mine.

“Say bye, bye to your father!” she tells him and he blushes as he
looks over at me.

“Bye, bye, Daddy!” he says in a voice that sounds so very
familiar.

Victoria and I leave and go to her home, my home now. It is free
of kids, all have been taken into the Coven for training and
breeding. We are alone now.

“I can't believe it,” Veronica says, “I have you all to myself at
last!”

I hug her and we kiss, going straight upstairs to her room with a
wave of her hand, arriving naked.

I lay her down, kissing and sucking her body, licking her soft,
smooth flesh. I lick her breasts, nibbling her stiff nipples
until she gasps.

“Gahh!”

I lick my way down her belly to her now hairless and silky smooth
crotch. I part her legs and lap her juicy slit, tasting her and
tonguing her, making her hips twitch in time with my licking.

She whimpers, moaning when I find her swollen clit, suckling it
until she screams her orgasm for everyone to hear.

I found her tight, slippery and sweet as I plunge my cock up into
her silken belly.

“Oooooh!” she cooes, clutching my body as I slowly fuck her.

She grabs at my hips, using them as handles to make me fuck her
harder. I love the tight squeeze of her vulva, the slippery
feeling of her vagina as I reamed her.

She moans, gasping as I slide in and out of her. I moan too, her
pussy is so tight, so warm. I pumped my hips against hers, moving
faster and faster until I cry out, squirting into her belly and
feeling her pussy tighten around me as she too orgasms.

We lay together for a very long time, just kissing and hugging.
Then we begin again.

--

We've now been married for eight years and have three children
that the Coven allowed us to keep. None of them were of the
Coven, like Pam, they were only able to breed Coven if paired
with a 'breeder' like me and I wasn't about to fuck my own
children of my own free will.

But I have been told that there is no need for it and that we are
free to bring up our children as we wish.

Victoria is still required to attend council meetings with her
mother and sometimes I have to attend too, no longer freaking out
when they returned to their original forms, but still a little
disconcerted when they touch me with their... um, limbs.

I am now happy once again, something I never thought I would
feel.



End


  
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