Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181124033538/@comment-36855838-20181124053341

Welp, time to get the fuck out of here!

I start packing the few things I'd gotten out, leaving my bed for last, as it's in the finished basement.

I check traffic on my phone, and sure enough, the freeway's backed up.

I grab a wooden baseball bat from my car and head downstairs, setting an alarm on my phone for 6:00 A.M.

I awaken to an odd shifting, fabricy, skinny noise.

I lesten intently for a few moments, and swing the bat at full speed.

It collides with a satisfying thud, and I hear a woman's gasp.

Followed by about half a minute of coughing, gagging, and wheezing, interspersed with mutterings about mortals and their irritating resistance.

A spark flashes, and a candle illuminates the room.

It's held by a rather curvaceous woman with blond hair and pale skin, the yellow light accentyates tge red fleshy interior of her cape quite-

Of her wings quite well, and she sets it down on a table before swooping over on top of me, her gentle gaze so mesmerizing that I can barely think.

She wraps her wings around my back and carefully tugs my clothes off in the process of pulling me closer.

I become acutely aware that she's clad only in a translucent purple nightgown.

When I'm clad only in underwear and nestled against her, she speaks softly into my ear.

"Hello my little human, I have been waiting for a husband for quite a long time, almost sixty years, in fact."

As she finishes that short blurb, she descends into another fit of coughs, suddenly her full weight is upon me, and she shakes violwntly as the fit continues.

Her wings spasm erratically, and I see her long fangs, feel them break my skin for a moment.

And then it subsides, and she rests heavily upon me, slowly recovering.

"Are you okay d-darling?"

She seems to practically glow when I call her that, her full lips go pip, pip all over my neck, occasionally accompanied by a gentle lick which seems to scratch some deep and soulful itch.

Irelax, slowly laying down on the mattrass, as my head touches pillow, I find myself inside her.

She does not frantically shake her hips or anything like that.

Instead, she slowly grinds along my shaft, never letting me pop free.

She stretches her wings, using them to cover us like a blanket.

Our lips meet, tongues intertwining, and so the night passes.

---

I wake to the sound of my alarm, quickly shutting it off.

The woman is now curled tightly around me, her limbs locking me inside her.

She's lapping at my neck, occasionally biting at the spot.

Every lick only serves to keep me hard, and I collapse back into bed.

She moans quietly, nuzzling into me and hugging me a little bit tighter, before resuming her feeding.

With every shift of our bodies, my orgasm creeps slowly closer, until I release inside her, and she stops biting all together.

Soon enough, we lock lips again, and I fell suddenly very drowsy, drifting off to sleep once more.

I wake fully dressed in a pair of jeans, a dominantly-blue plaid button-up shirt, and a red clip-on bowtie, all my clothes.

She's sitting next to me, wearing a ridiculously wide-brimmed sun hat, comically large sunglasses, elbow-length black cotton gloves, and a long white dress with a rather low-cut collar.

As I gawk at her jiggling cleavage, she continues to drive the car, the massive trailer still hitched to the back.

---

I check the time, 3:00 P.M.

She's pulled over at a rest stop, heading back towards the house I couldn't keep due to financial issues.

I spy a large black purse on the driver's side, and begin to glance through the leather bag.

Huge wads of cash, a cell phone, some kind of white cream in a glass jar, labelled with a heart-shaped fruit, and a big white seed, about the size of a peach pit.

"Honey, what's mine is yours, but you realy ought to ask me first."

Startled, I drop the purse, she grabs my chin and pulls me in for a kiss, and I get lost in her shining red eyes.

"Alright, let's get you to the bathroom, sweetie. We've been on the road for a while now."

I nod, getting out and heading for the small brick building.

I hear the clacking of her house slippers on the sidewalk behind me, and soon her left wing is draped over my shoulder, her hand taking hold of mine.

I realize now that we're about the same height, her being slightly taller.

I walk towards the men's room, but she steers me towards the general use restroom instead.

She walks in with me, the place is absolutely spotless, and I almost forget my need to pee admiring my reflection in the floor tiles.

I walk over to the toilet, and she peels down my jeans and underpants for me, grasping gently and doing the aiming for me, too.

A deep, loud sigh escapes my lips as I relieve myself, and soon I'm fully clothed, waiting as she washes her hands.

She reaches into her cleavage, pulling out another wad of cash, all singles.

She hands me $20.00 worth and sends me to get snacks.

---

I return to her some time later, arms laden with bagged cinnamon rolls and mint chewing gum.

She stands from the indoor bench and heads for thr car, holding doors for me as she goes.

Soon, we've settled back in, and we're on the road once more.

She's bought black coffee, sipping on it now and then.

Water towers, farms, and cities pass, before she finally pulls off the highway a little after sunset.

We arrive at a small Diner, the typically cryptic hash-house lingo floating through the air.

I order a sandwich, she orders an apple pie, a chicken pot pie, a meatloaf, and three glasses of milk.

When the food arrives, she waits for the waitress to leave before moving to my side of the booth, she proceeds to feed me my meal bite by bite.

Out of a spoon.

She's abandoned the ridiculous hat at the car, but kept the gloves and shades.

She seems to know exactly how I like the food, and how much I'm willing to chew at once.

I have some milk, so thick the dappled waitress must be banging the cook.

And soon, I've somehow had all the food on the table.

My wife looks exceedingly pleased, stroking my head gently and humming some tune.

---

The rest of the evening passes in a blur, she pays and brings a second pie to-go, scarfing it down in the car before speeding off.

We soon arrive at my old house, the bank man is locking up.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you can'-"

"How much does my husband owe you?"

"You married this guy? Without asking about his deb-"

She grasps him by the throat, fangs bared.

"How much, you little twit?"

"F-f-four thousand dollars, a-and twenty-eight cents!"

She chucks several wads of cash as him.

"Here's $5,000.00 I want the keys, and bring me the deed by next Tuesday. If not, you die."

"Y-yes!"

He runs, dropping the keys on the sidewalk.

True to his word, the deed arrives next tuesday, the portly banker tucked under the arm of the Ogre delivering it.

"Sorry about the delay, Darling and I were getting acquainted. Isn't that right, Honeybuns?"

A scratchy groan escaped the man.

The Ogre knelt down and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You take good care of my friend, y'hear? She's a swell gal."

The woman bounds off.

--- Done.