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Angela Eternal
by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)

* * *

A young college student impregnates another "young" 
student who turns out to be his grandmother -- and also 
an Elf. (MF, inc, preg, fantasy)

* * * 

The Great Pyramid of Giza and Stonehenge, perhaps the 
most famous stone monuments in the known world, were 
both built more than 4000 years ago. When the Roman 
Empire flourished, both those monuments were already as 
ancient to them as the Roman Coliseum is to us. But 
before the first stone of the Great Pyramid was even 
laid, Angela -- the love of my life -- was already more 
than 10,000 years old.

* * * 

I first met Angela when I was 21 years old at a fantasy 
RPG run by a friend of mine. There were six of us guys 
in the core of the gaming group--your typical game 
dorks into Tolkien and other fantasy authors--but we 
figured the group could benefit from more players so we 
posted fliers around the campus and that was what 
eventually brought Angela to us.

To say that Angela was beautiful -- and peculiar -- 
would be an understatement. She was about 5'7 with 
curly brown hair and glasses, and cute as the cutest 
nymph or pixie you could imagine; nothing peculiar 
there, but there was definitely something odd about her 
clothing -- a plain pink sweater and an ornate white 
lace dress buttoned all the way up to her chin. The 
sweater, purse and dress might have seemed mismatched 
except for a pink purse and a pair of high-heeled pink 
sandals she was also wearing, that somehow tied it all 
together well.

"Pardon me, gentlemen," she said, standing in the door 
of the dungeon master's dorm room, "but is this where I 
might find the fantasy role-playing game?"

All of us just about fell out of our chairs, because 
none of us expected a cute young girl like her to join 
our group. We all promptly moved our chairs over to 
make room for her and invited her to come join us at 
the table. Inwardly, I wondered if she would quickly 
blow us off as soon as she realized what profound dorks 
we were, but she explained that she'd played the game 
before at home with her brothers and even had a 
character already rolled up: Mithra'il, a female Elven 
magic-user.

Before we knew it, the game was underway and Angela 
almost seemed like just another one of the guys; she 
seemed to have uncanny luck for dice-rolling, and 
Mithra'il soon supplanted Valorus (our paladin) as the 
party's effective leader since her decisions seemed 
less likely to get my cleric and our other characters 
maimed by Orcs and Trolls and such. Whenever there was 
a quiet moment, though, I saw the guys checking her out 
and I won't lie; before our second session was over the 
next weekend, I was fervently fantasizing about seeing 
what was under that white dress of hers, and fucking 
her brains out.

Of course, I doubted anything would come of that; I 
hadn't had much luck with girls up to that point, and 
I'd only had sex with one girl so far. (A girl who was 
drunk at a party and who probably didn't actually 
remember much about it.)
But all that changed one night about a month later, 
after our latest dungeon adventure had wrapped up and I 
was heading home to my own apartment around midnight.

"Bobby!" I heard a voice whisper from the trees near 
the dorm building. "Can you help me?"

"Angela?" I asked, turning to look for her.

Luckily, it was a moonlit night and I soon caught sight 
of Angela's white dress; ironically, it was only then 
from a distance that I realized just how curvaceous she 
really was.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I feel like such an idiot," she said; "I locked myself 
out of my car! Do you think you could help me?"

"Well, I guess," I said; "I'm not much good with 
mechanical things, though. Journalism major, you 
know..."

In the event, Angela's beat-up old Toyota wasn't quite 
as hard to get into as I'd thought it would be; 
although the doors were locked, some forceful jiggling 
of the passenger's side door actually opened it up.

"My hero!" Angela said, giving me a hug and a kiss on 
the cheek.

"Actually," I said, "you shouldn't be able to jiggle a 
door open like that; you really ought to have that 
fixed."

"Oh, I know," she said, "but I don't have a lot of 
money..."

"Can't you borrow some money from your parents?"

"My parents died a long time ago; but you're right, 
it's not safe to drive like that."

Angela's words struck a chord with me since my own 
step-parents had died in a car crash before I came to 
college and I was now likewise alone in the world, 
dependent on myself to work and look after myself.

"Angela, look, I don't feel very good about you driving 
alone in this car like this; why don't you let me ride 
home with you, and then I'll walk back to my apartment 
afterward."

Angela looked at me with surprise, and I didn't realize 
until afterward that it sounded like I was coming on to 
her.

"That sounds fine," Angela said, holding my arm; 
"you're such a gentleman."

I wasn't sure about that, but I got in the car and 
Angela started the engine, which rattled to life with a 
racket that wasn't too encouraging. We soon got under 
way, though, and I began to wonder how I could get the 
most mileage from this with my friends at the group. 
("No, nothing happened, but she did invite me back to 
her place...")

To my surprise, though, Angela ended up parking in 
front of my apartment building.

"You live here too?"

"Oh, how cool!" Angela said. "We were neighbors and I 
didn't even know it!"

Despite myself, I felt a rush of excitement at the 
prospect of new possibilities: casually running into 
Angela on the way to wash clothes, casually asking 
Angela for a cup of sugar, casually being invited into 
Angela's apartment.

"I live on the third floor," I said, as we took the 
elevator together.

"Me too! How wild!"

"Yeah," I said. "You aren't stalking me, are you?"

Angela laughed her good-natured laugh, and put me at 
ease. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that; 
and somewhere no doubt there was someone good enough 
for her. But for just one night alone with her, just to 
be inside her one time.

Before I knew it we were at my apartment door and I 
figured it was time to be a gentleman about it and bid 
her good-night. I fumbled with my keys, mentioning off-
handedly that my roommate was working the late shift at 
a gas station right now, then got the door open and 
thought to say good-night...

But Angela had another idea; she moved close behind me-
-not unlike a thief making an excellent dice roll to 
stay close to her victim--and I was surprised to find 
her there in the doorway beside me as I reached to turn 
on a light.

"Angela?"

"Bobby," she said, resting her hands on my shoulders, 
"a gentleman should be rewarded for his kindness."

"Uh..."

But that was all I had time to articulate before Angela 
leaned forward to kiss me, kissing me full on the lips 
with such searching tenderness that I thought I would 
surely wilt and melt right there on the spot. She 
wasn't crude about it; her tongue only flirted with 
mine for a moment as our lips met, but still it was 
more intense than anything I had ever felt... up to 
that moment.

For after she broke our kiss, she then gave me a quick 
flirtatious look and then dropped to her knees before 
me. Stunned, I watched as she opened the fly of my 
jeans, pulled aside my underwear, and then pulled forth 
my penis; it grew to its full six inches instantly, and 
I almost fell over with shock when she leaned forward 
again to kiss its helmet head, then licked her lips and 
popped the helmet into her mouth, moaning as she 
started to suck me.

It was a good thing we were still in the dark because I 
didn't notice I'd left the door open until probably a 
minute later; I just managed to kick the door shut as 
Angela took me deeper into her mouth, then almost came 
on the spot as I felt Angela take me into the back of 
her throat, deep-throating my drooling member even as 
she continued cradling my cock with her tongue and 
sucking at the base with her pouty lips. But I lasted a 
minute longer somehow; maybe I was just too stunned to 
cum. But cum I soon did, first fucking her face with a 
few quick thrusts from my hips, then squirting my semen 
right into the back of her mouth.

Now fully in the dark, I heard Angela gasp as she 
pulled back from me, then heard her gulp as she 
swallowed down my cum. I knew there must have been a 
lot, but I could only guess how much as she returned to 
her feet and kissed me again, smearing my own cum on my 
face.

"Will you fuck me now?" she said.

I whimpered something incoherent, but I think she took 
it for a yes.

Taking me by the hand, she led me back through my own 
apartment in the dark, and somehow led me right to my 
own room despite the fact that I could hardly see 
anything at all.

My night vision soon improved, though, well enough for 
me to watch Angela with awe as she lowered me to my own 
bed, then paused to slip off her sandals before 
climbing on top of me. I didn't think I'd be able to go 
again so soon, but I was even harder now than I was 
before, when Angela took my cock in her hand and then 
lifted up the bottom of her dress and lowered her pussy 
toward my hard-on.

Since there was some light from the moon, I wanted to 
see her breasts, but when I reached for her chest she 
brushed my hand aside, even as she guided my drooling 
cockhead up to the lips of her pussy. I was 
disappointed on the one hand that she wouldn't let me 
see her naked, but only a little for suddenly she was 
easing me into her...guiding my cockhead gently into 
her body...

For such moments, there are no words; how to describe 
the exquisite pleasure of her softness as she lowered 
herself onto me, enveloping me in the warm wet walls of 
her vagina? I only know that I gasped and coughed when 
I felt her ass rest against my thighs, and knew that I 
was up to my balls inside the most beautiful woman I 
had ever known.

"Oh, Angela...!"

"Hush," she said, resting a finger against my lips even 
as she squeezed my cock with her inside muscles, "just 
let me do the work, my lord."

I wasn't about to argue; I lay there as ordered--stiff 
as a board and awash in pussy-juice--as she started to 
move on top of me, fucking me with slow grinding 
thrusts of her hips against mine.

"So," Angela said, milking my shaft with her cunnyhole, 
"this is your +5 mace..."

We laughed, and she started fucking me harder, putting 
her whole body into it as she starting climbing toward 
her own orgasm. Just lying there, I wasn't sure I 
wasn't helping her do much to achieve that, but 
suddenly I felt her shudder, and she leaned forward yet 
again to kiss me, crying into my mouth as her cunt 
began to flex and tighten around me.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "Bobby, fuck! I'm coming!"

Despite my orders, I finally fucked her back, meeting 
her on her downstroke and thrusting upward to meet her; 
I was harder now than I had ever been, stabbing upward 
into her belly, and she cried with surprise as we met 
in a flurry of urgent, slapping thrusts.

"Should I pull out?" I gasped. "Jesus, I hadn't thought 
about that."

"No," she said, lying against me as we continued to 
fuck, "stay inside me."

"But..."

I didn't have a chance to articulate my fear, that 
Angela's unbelievable kindness might leave her with a 
baby if we weren't careful. For even then--as she drew 
her knees forward and curled her feet underneath me--I 
felt something soften around the tip of my penis, and 
my penis growing even larger...

Incoherent with pleasure, I didn't realize until later 
what was happening; Angela's womb--the very core of her 
womanhood -- was softening to let me inside, and I was 
growing longer to fill that sacred place. Even as we 
fucked, my cockhead nudged up inside her cervix, 
through the cervical os and into her uterus -- and I 
came so hard I nearly passed out.

Angela squealed, I convulsed and shuddered, and we held 
each other tightly as my cum poured forth in 
unrelenting streams, dousing the walls of her womb with 
gush after gush of my seed. Like a gored bull pouring 
forth blood, her womb bled semen afterward, coating my 
cock in the same seed I had left inside her innermost 
core.

Afterward, I remained hard inside her for a long time, 
even as my cockhead popped loose from her cervix, and 
my cock ceased its pumping, pulsing effort to 
impregnate her. Perhaps I slept, I'm not sure; but 
later I found myself beside her as we cuddled in the 
dark.

"Why won't you let me see your breasts?" I asked, 
fondling her chest through her dress.

"I'm ashamed," she replied. "I've done terrible 
things..."

"Are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

I was no doctor, but I knew it wasn't normal to fuck a 
girl in her womb; had I broken something inside 
her...?"

"No, you were wonderful," she said; "just... would you 
love me again? One more time?"

And that I did, this time from on top; I never did see 
what she was hiding underneath her dress, but I did 
roll over between her legs, plunked my cockhead into 
her creamy puss, and fucked her like a maniac until I 
came again for a third time. 

Still wearing her dress and her glasses, she looked 
almost exactly the same as she'd looked when she was 
sitting at the gaming table that evening -- except that 
now she was screaming like a wild woman, clutching at 
my arms and begging me to squirt inside her as I 
slapped my balls into her ass and stabbed at her 
insides with my cock. 

Too soon I came, for I knew I could never last long 
enough to really satisfy such a goddess; even though I 
made her cum, and cum and cum again while I rode her, 
still I knew it wasn't enough. Even though I fucked her 
full of my sperm, so full that it belched from the 
mouth of her cunt, tightly stretched around my penis, 
still I felt it wasn't enough.

For such a lady, a man like me could never be enough.

* * *

Although I had only made a passing reference to my 
roommate's impending return, Angela seemed to know when 
to leave before her presence there might cause 
awkwardness with my roommate (who was just as much a 
dork as me, and would wonder how I ended up scoring 
with such a babe). When I woke up the next morning, she 
was gone and I saw no trace of her.

I looked forward to our next gaming session that 
weekend with mixed emotions--half anticipating and 
half-fearing such a public meeting with the woman I had 
just fucked. But Angela did not come to the next gaming 
session, nor did I ever see her around my apartment 
complex. When I asked the apartment manager about her, 
the manager told me she had never seen any such person, 
and my roommate naturally thought I was shitting him 
when I told him about the wild night of sex I'd had 
with Angela.

Perhaps inevitably, fantasy gaming wasn't quite the 
same when she was gone; our group broke up, and 
eventually I moved into another apartment by myself 
after I got a better job at the local newspaper. For 
me, Angela became a pleasant dream, almost more fantasy 
than real; after all, nobody had seen us together, or 
could confirm that I had been with her. Could it be 
that I had only been dreaming?

Such was my frame of mind, then, nine months later when 
a knock came on my door and I opened it to find Angela 
standing before me with a hugely swollen belly.

"Hello, Bobby," she said; "I think I might be 
pregnant."

I think that was supposed to be a joke, but I was too 
stunned to laugh; noting that Angela was still wearing 
the same white dress as before (with the same pink 
sweater and same high heels), I invited her to sit on 
my couch and then sat beside her, wondering what in the 
world had happened to her since we last met.

"I guess you're wondering where I've been," she said.

"Well, yeah."

"I'm sorry, Bobby," she said; "I didn't mean to be a 
nuisance to you. I just wanted you to fuck me, so I 
could have your baby."

She then reacted with surprise as her baby kicked 
inside her, and I will admit that my cock stiffened a 
bit.

"Why?" I asked. "Why in the world did you want to fuck 
me? I'm nothing special; I'm just some guy."

"Oh, but you're wrong," Angela said, laying a hand 
beside my face; "you're more than just some guy. You're 
my grandson."

I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if Angela was talking 
about some cosmic concept beyond ordinary earthly 
conception--past lives or something.

"Angela, you can't be a year over 25."

"So it would seem," she said, "but I'm much older than 
I appear to be. I don't know exactly how old I am; the 
years blur and time becomes an illusion as the 
centuries pass. But 15,000 years, perhaps... perhaps 
that's about right."

"You're not drunk, are you? Or high?"

Angela smiled, and responded by pushing herself back up 
to her feet, while I remained sitting on the couch. I 
was worried for her, tottering as she was on her high 
heels, but she was evidently steadier than me; with an 
effortless motion, she unbuttoned her dress so that it 
fell open revealing her neck, swollen breasts and even 
more hugely swollen belly.

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

Even I could tell where ghastly wounds had left their 
mark on her body; one scar ran all the way across her 
neck, and other scars from cuts and -- were those 
shotgun blasts?--were etched in her chest.

"There is a curse upon me," Angela said, "laid upon me 
untold centuries ago, before the Pyramids or 
Stonehenge, or any of the works of Men still standing 
were made. I was a priestess once, and a champion of 
good, but I made a great enemy of a witch who cursed me 
with her dying breath, telling me that I would not 
leave this earth until I had borne a child by my own 
grandson.

"You are that grandson, Bobby, and this is our child."

I gawked for a long moment before managing another 
question.

"And the scars?"

"Are from all the times I tried to kill myself, Bobby, 
trying to join my kin as they left this world and 
traveled hither to the Undying Lands across the sea. 
But I could not die; I stabbed myself, I shot myself... 
I even tried to decapitate myself... but still I lived. 
I grew so tired of life, finally I could endure no 
more; I slept with your grandfather -- a man not unlike 
yourself, 50 years ago--and gave birth to a daughter. 
Then she in turn conceived a son whom she gave up for 
adoption, and thus you are here before me."

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Are you an... Elf?"

Angela nodded.

"What you would call an Elf, yes."

"But you don't have pointy ears."

Angela laughed, finally covering her nakedness as she 
sat beside me once again.

"Professor Tolkien never said we had pointed ears," she 
said, "although he was perceptive about other things. 
Perhaps he was part Elf himself, as you are."

I was too in awe to speak; indeed I didn't entirely 
believe her at the moment, wondering (with that 
skepticism inherent to journalists) if perhaps her 
gruesome injuries had come about some other way, and if 
perhaps she was not just some stalker who had locked 
onto me for reasons I could not fathom.

"If you left me before," I said finally, "why did you 
come back now?"

"Because the curse is finally over," she said, "and I 
know I will die now, as a mortal woman would die at the 
end of a normal course of years. But I don't want to be 
alone now at the end of my life; Bobby, will you stay 
with me? And will you forgive me, for the things I have 
done?"

Despite my doubts, something in her voice persuaded me 
and I nodded. I did, after all, love her desperately.

"I'm so glad," she said, touching my hand. "So, shall 
we fuck? 

I'm not due for another few weeks yet."

"Okay."

And thus we fucked the rest of the afternoon away, as 
she sat above me and took me into her innermost depths, 
sucking and squeezing my cock in her velvet hole. 
Thankfully this time I didn't penetrate into her womb -
- since I didn't necessarily want to touch our infant 
daughter growing inside her womb -- but I went deep 
enough to make her cum, shuddering and whimpering in 
Elvish as her cunt juices drooled down my cock.

And she let me see her breasts this time too, scarred 
and disfigured though she deemed them to be; she leaned 
forward over her own distended womb, then I took her 
nipples in my mouth and sucked them as I felt my own 
orgasm drawing closer. Impaled on top of me, she gave 
forth milk that startled us both, and we giggled at the 
sheer improbability of our coupling.

And then I came, wrapping my hands around the heels of 
her sandals and clutching her feet as I came inside 
her, basting her hole with ropelike jets of thick and 
creamy sperm.

"Grandma, I love you," I gasped, feeling her vagina 
clutch and squeeze me.

"I'm glad," she replied, smiling back at me.

* * *

How long we may have together, I don't know; Angela 
gave birth to my daughter two weeks later, and (much to 
the envy of my gaming group) we were married a few 
months after that. With the curse gone, I was worried 
that Angela might not be with me much longer; 

I half expected her to vanish into a fog and leave me 
as suddenly as she had come into my life. But Angela 
endured, and ironically it was the evidence of her 
aging that gave us hope that we would indeed be able to 
share a life together; since she was aging as a normal 
woman would age, we guessed that we had been blessed 
with at least one normal lifetime together (God and 
fortune willing).

Ten years later, Angela -- in her "thirties" -- finally 
let me fuck her again without protection and we soon 
had a second child, followed by a third, and a fourth 
and then twins (our fifth and sixth) each born a year 
apart, plus another blessed event five years later just 
after I turned 40. 

So many babies were a handful for a young newspaper 
writer and his beautiful "young" wife, but Angela 
conveniently mentioned that she had saved a fortune in 
gold over the millennia, so quality child care wasn't a 
concern at least; since Angela also had a career of her 
own as a successful fantasy novelist, at least it 
wasn't too hard to explain to our neighbors how we 
could afford to have so many children and still live in 
modest luxury.

I am 50 now, and it is hard to even begin to know what 
to say about Angela or our legacy. Perhaps like my 
roommate, you will not believe this story, and perhaps 
that's just as well; as Angela has told me, after all, 
the time of Elves is long past and now is the time of 
Men. But when I am inside her, and I see her look at me 
with such love, and feel her draw what is best from 
inside me, I can only hope that perhaps our children 
will pass some part of the gracefulness of her kind on 
to future generations.

Although I will have to ask Angela to stop having 
babies sometime; although my grandmother is supposed to 
be in her "fifties" now, she gave birth to our eighth 
and ninth children (two more twins!) three months ago, 
and now she tells me she's pregnant again with our 
tenth!

Yes, I know, we all should have such problems; but say 
a prayer for me, all the same. I was looking forward to 
a quiet retirement!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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