Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180930055659/@comment-36855838-20181001032433

Oh no, not her!

This succubus has harassed my father for years, I'm not letting this go on for any longer!

"Tell him I've accepted your terms, and that I'd love to be your husband."

I give her my most charming smile, and think of every lovely thing I can to make it a happier smile for her.

"Greg, I'll call you back after the honeymoon, 'cause your son just proposed!"

She slams the phone down onto the reciever, and before I have time to think, she's wooshed her way out of the bedroom somewhere, and I've somehow become untied.

I decide to lay on the bed, and lay some pillows beneath my hips, reputations exist for a reason, after all.

I wonder what she's doing?

Soon, she stumbles into the room, wearing an eerily familiar crimson sweater, ebony skirt, and pink sneakers.

She's the sexy spitting image of her photograph, and all that seems to have chaned is the shift of her hair color from raven to white.

Soon, she's made her way into the bed, next to me, and despite all my preparation in the paladin scouts, I could never have anticipated this.

She was cuddling me.

Her large breasts smooshed softly into my arm, her face nuzzled gently into my chest, her tail delicately stroking my head, and all while she sleepily hummed a lullaby tune.

Every now and then, a quiet, adorable proclamation of "darling" would pass her lips.

We laid like this for what felt like weeks, and every now and again, she would let me suckle milk from her nipples, or feed me fruits.

I began to crave her body.

Not all at once, not quickly, either.

My desire to join with her built gradually, and with each passing day, by looking at a small bedside mirror, I determined that I grew to look more and more like my father.

Perhaps in exchange for this odd transformation, her luscious, silky hair grew longer, the scent of her scalp grew increasingly more arousing, her eyes seemed to glow in an alluring red, which overlaid her brown irises.

Her butt grew rounder, larger, and softer, and I found myself putting my now massive, burly hands on it more and more.

Eventually, we snapped beneath the weight of our combined lust.

I grabbed her firmly, and she seemed to coil around me like a lamia.

We had sex for hours and hours, and after about thirty orgasms, we finally began to fall asleep.

When I awoke, it was to her cute snoring, her soft, arousing smelling hair, and her plush, gargantuan nightgown-covered butt pressed against my now-hardening length.

The soft, inviting sensation against the bottom of my cock too much to resist, I begin to thrust, stroking the bottom of my penis with her soft, sexy ass.

I feel myself beginning to moan, and it's then that her tail wraps around my waist, spurring me on.

I thrust harder, and harder, she finally pushes back against me, and I climax.

Her tail wraps around my swollen member tightly and begins to stroke, bringing great pleasure along with the pain of being unable to ejaculate.

I thrust mindlessly against her soft, invitibg cheeks, but I can't pass my climax, and so I continue to sit at the peak, painfully unable to cum all over her perfect butt.

She lifts the skirt of her nightgown and continues to stroke me with her tail, holding me off of her perfect body as my lust continues to build.

Then, all at once, she stops with a final downward stroke, and leaves her vagina wide open.

I go full throttle, smashing my hips to hers with reckless abandon.

Soon enough, a daughter will be born.