Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20190729232423/@comment-30014014-20190731164634

Walking back home with the groceries and a few seeding supplies, Steven expected a young version of his wife to run straight at him, tiny arms spread outward, aiming for his legs with a high-pitched 'Daddy!' flowing from her. Her run, followed in quick fashion by her darkened forked tail, the same color as her horns, an opposite shade to her white dress, and a small cross dangling on her small neck, wrestled in gold, teeming with a shrink of her mother's powers.

Instead, the man was presented to his daughter sleeping in a rather peculiar position, her tiny eyes closed and unusually snuggly against a cushion. He makes no mistake, knowing all too much how adorable children of the church can be. Being a father of one was an everyday struggle not to rush to his offspring and pinch her sugary cheeks.

Today, however, she seemed to have, funnily enough, taken a bit of her own medicine, still bathing in the aftermath of a sight overly sweet to her small heart, causing her to pass out, nested to the largest couch.

"Thank the fallen mistress, you're finally here" A voice calls to him from the other side of the living room, familiar and strange at the same time. Same devotion as his Zofia, but without the motherly tone honed since their Lucie's birth. Instead, it was pitched to that of an exuberant innocence that even prior to her marriage to him, was not as this strong.

He dares a look to the sofa, where Zofia sits. There she is, resplendent, sweet and loving. Her body, heightened in kindness and womanly forms since her blessed daughter. Or, she would be, only...

...all of the woman that he came to love and marry was now no more. All of her attributes, overwhelmed by an overly adorable demeanor as her voice was but a taste of what to look forward to for the next four days.

Overly adorable, overly innocent, overly cute, overly everything. More so than she ever was. Once more, her voice comes to tempt him "My beloved, I seem to have been afflicted with a subtle change in shape and our little one. She...she couldn't take the adorable. She's passed out for now".

He wanted to pitch her cheeks. He wanted it hard, barely resisting with his bags in hands. This sudden yearning, it was too much for him.

"HHHRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"Beloved?-- No, no, no, please, try to hold on--beloved!!" It was too much for him, more than even their youngling. Steven passed out standing, his eyes, blank in the process.

Zofia, in spite of her adorable status, still held her nun magic, casting a circle that would disallow any unintended harm form flowing to his vein as a result of this overwhelming affliction. Levitating the bags from her husband's hands, she jumps at him, prompting the lightless man to fall on her shoulder by her pentagram of cure, soon nesting him to another couch, sighing all the while "Dear matriarch, this is unexpected..."

Days came and went before his eyes surfaced back, meeting the soft silver gaze of Zofia back to the woman he loves, far from the adorable disease.

"Ugh...what...where is--"

She smiles, knowing he was truly back, his mind turned to their blessed young "Do not worry, I've sent her to the church to spent a bit of time with the abbess. She thought it wise to entertain her while I care for you". She giggles a bit "At least now I know where she's got the inherant weakness to adorable things".

Steven shakes his head still on the bed "Ugh...that badly?"

"I'll say, you not wake in the span of these four days, unlike her. I had to cast a fair amount of illusion to avoid knocking her senses off. It matters little though..." Tapping gently on his pajama-ridden body, Steven can feel the instant regain to his whole sense. The silk touching his skin. The wind brushing from the open window to their right. A pair of hips etched directly on his own--ohh.

"Huh?" Rising his head, he was met with Zofia's buxom body straddling him in her casual wears, ever present of a gown and a crossed pendant on her neck. Her stare was less of bare lust, and more of a wife starved for attention. He recongnizes it, realizing four days passed.

"So, that's why you sent Lucie away". A grin washes on his face while one of their hands join in the middle. His chest feels the added weight of a palm laying over it, garnished by Zofia's smile growing whole.

"I have to make sure everything back, my dearest. Four days unconscious may have robbed you of essentials". Deception. As expected a monster wife, spending the utmost of four days without joining in his arms in bed had rendered her quite pent-up. She knew it, he knew it, she knew he knew.

And everything was right once more...