Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181109043250/@comment-36855838-20181111162155

I look at the succubus, her eyes pleading, and can only hear her words echoing through my mind.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You fuck, you're stuck. That's how it's done for us succubi."

I look at my hand, and sure enough, my ring finger has a glowing band of purple runes.

She has a matching set, and when she pulls me back into bed, hokding me close, the glow turns golden.

"Proof of our marriage, darling."

"I have a call to make."

"Phone's right there."

She wraps her lega around my torso while I dial, her chin on my shoulder, large breasts on my back.

The answer is swift.

"Veronica?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, we can't be together anymore. You have made my life worth living. Goodbye."

I hung up.

My wife slithered around me, settling int my lap, pressing into my growing erection.

"Oh my, are you that enamoured with me? To just cast her aside like that, it's almost crue-"

"I don't want to lead her on. I'm an honest man, whether I like it or not."

She kisses me, it feels uncomfortable, at first, but she gets better.

"I'm glad you're good. Means my instincts weren't off."

I sigh and settle into her grasp.

"You feel bad about her, still? I do too, let's introduce her to someone."

I look at her, incredulous.

"I have an adoptive father, took all us girls in at a young age, the old man never wanted anything for his kindness, but he always talked about finding a nice human girl to settle down with. I'm sure with all these daughters he was craving a son."

I called in sick, and wrote Veronica's number down on a hotel notepad.

"Here's her number, I need my sleep."

Soon, I was joined for bed.