I'm Not Ready to Be a Dad

It's a weird moment of clarity: of barely remembering my deadbeat dad's exit out of our lives, of the mark he left on us with his abandonment, of mom's resentment that cooled into her current persona... of the full weight and responsibility of having kids. I couldn't promise that I wouldn't one day give in to the attraction of that carnal, overriding instinct to multiply, to breed one or more women the way my ancestors would in my position... but here and now, as my thoughts oddly drift to a man who wasn't ready to be a father, I can't help but fear I'm the same. At the very least, I'd want an eager, devoted mother to be in that picture... and while Ms. Lia might get there one day, she's clearly not there yet.

I close the app... and let the charade of this appointment proceed. Scooping up Ms. Lia's face, I mount her again but only to kiss her and press our bodies together as she continues to ruin the good doctor's couch. She returns my kiss eagerly, even as she cries; I pull away only long enough to whisper, “Hey, you won't get pregnant unless I want you to, I promise. I can't explain right now, but you just have to trust me: it's impossible unless I change some things. Okay?”

My words must sound crazy to her as I breathe them to her from an inch away, but she nods while biting her lip. “Wha... hah... what now, then? You got what you... what you wanted.”

It takes me a moment to realize we think of that differently: she believes I just wanted to get a good fuck out of her, and I think... I thought... I just wanted to put her in her place. But now that I've been inside her, now that I've felt that connection... “I don't have your heart yet.”

“How much longer...?”

“Until you beg me for it.”

“I'm a-already... practically begging... ah...!” Her words cut off as I give her nipple a twist and then rub the resulting milk into her tit.

“This'll be our new normal... and as long as we keep this up... you won't have to embarrass yourself by masturbating at school anymore.”

“Oh God... I have to go back... wearing these clothes, with these-”

“I'll protect you,” I almost hiss, “you just need to trust that things will be alright.”

Well... they'll be alright as far as I'm concerned. I can't do anything about her outrageous outfits and giant tits, but... well, she accepts that as normal, and eventually she'll probably stop being embarrassed by it. I find myself hoping for new replacements for those hotkeys now that I'll never have to use them again to get her to bend over.

“Well? How do you two feel?” Dr. Anand's query is sincere enough to startle us both. I quickly pull up my pants as Sophia does her damndest to get her clothes back on without moaning too loudly. It's only as I buckle my pants shut that I realize Dr. Anand's hardly in a good place herself: her eyes are half-lidded and she exhales breathy gasps through those thick lips of hers, and I'm sure her hands are still moist from their time flicking her bean.

All the same, I let her remain where she is... for now. “I think we've made a lot of progress, doc.”

Sophia doesn't answer except to nod quietly. Dr. Anand returns the nod with a smile. “Well, as soon as you're able, you should go ahead and have another session like this one tonight and try to continue having them as often as you can. You really can't overdose on lovemaking, you know.”

Sophia buries her still-flushed face in her palms, but I don't bother to hide my own glee at the prescription. “I'm so happy we were finally able to find real help, doctor.”

“Feel free to schedule your appointments as you see fit; I'll let Darrel know to squeeze you into my schedule as a special case, Mr. Haines.”

Huh. Guess that's how she rationalizes my new command over her therapy. With that, our therapy session came to a satisfying end... but the rest of Sunday remains.

Nine hours later...

SOPHIA LIA:
Orgasm Debts (2,145)

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 5,000 orgasms: 2,523/5,000. 50-GEM AWARD.

We didn't spare any time except to eat some hastily-made sandwiches and throw another laundry load in to ensure she at least had something to both wear and sleep on by the time I finished with her. My own legs feel like jelly by the end of it, so it's no surprise that, as I sit with my phone and review the app, Ms. Lia enters a sleep likely to take her into the morning. Eager as we were in growing her debt, it wasn't enough to break into a new cache of gems for me.

I look to the freshly-bathed, **** body next to me. I've all but memorized her every curve, the softness of her inverted nipples when they were puffy and unaroused as they are now, and the slight bits of fat that made her shaved pubis so eye-catching. She sleeps over the covers--the last thing she needs is warmth after yet another hot bath--and I just called in the favor of my sis bringing the car around to pick me up. My things are packed, another couple of loads are swimming in Ms. Lia's baby-proof nethers, and I think I've firmly locked in a new playmate for any day I'm not too busy with another one of my Custom Girls. If only each could find an ending so satisfying...

“Nothing says they can't, Dave.”

I only jump slightly at the sound of Jane's now-familiar voice by the bed. “Ms. Lia was probably the 'easy mode' of Custom Girls,” I whisper, “given how many options she- shi-!” I cover my mouth to keep myself from hollering my shock as I turn to find Jane... as well as a couple of others.

Jane remains in her gorgeous, voluptuous body with the glowing lines and pronounced horns that her latest influx of power provided her. Behind her and on either side, however, were two more succubi... and their contrast was impressive. To her right stands what is very nearly an ancient fertility statue of a woman: thick in her belly, massive breasts, and thighs, she hovers perfectly between chubby and fat, rounded and soft but without so much as a tug by gravity's lure. The two main horns on her forehead are joined by a small cluster of them that created a busy design of trails into her scalp, and she has no tail insofar as I can tell. But the tail might just be hiding in the woman's hair, a beautiful, wavy carpet of auburn hair to contrast jet-black skin as it frames her all the way down to the backs of her knees.

To Jane's left, eye-catching for entirely different reasons, was a dangerously petite-looking demoness: flat-chested, rail thin, and large-eyed, she was just barely adult-looking in her features and entirely adult in her lustful smirk. I've never read Lolita, so I didn't have that twisted protagonist's word to sum her up: a "nymphet," a creature who looks young, even precocious, but her demonic body reveals itself in the tall, fleshy horns that jut straight towards the ceiling as they break her straight black bangs. Her sky-blue skin just confirms that succubi come in all shapes and shades, but what is oddly the most striking is her outfit... in that she is wearing one at all: a simple leather one-piece, knee-high boots, and a choker, all in black.

The other two are bare, naked, and powerfully sexual with obvious displays... but this one, awkward as her shape makes her, radiates sex so powerfully that I can't look at her directly without my eyes watering.

It's all quite a bit to take in at once... and their combined presence makes my dick hard so fast I worry I hurt myself. “W-Who...?”

“I just wanted to introduce you to some of my team members... and the winners of our betting pot!”

“B... Betting...?” Sophia sleeps soundly as ever, and thank God: I can barely manage an even voice around these three, let alone whisper coherently.

“Except the sidebet,” the hefty succubus pouts and, as if it could be a normal reaction to embarrassment, subtly lifts her breasts together with her arms.

“Speak for yourself,” taunts the nymphet who, as I imagined, spoke with a voice years more mature than those chosen by Jane or the third. “And be happy! You could've ended up in the hole like Jen.”

“Yes, well, there's still time for that sidebet,” Jane laughs. “Dave, let me introduce you to Mary, our artist,” she announced as the chubby succubus gracefully bowed, her massive tits spilling forward as she did, “and Ginger, our programming chief.”

My surprise and fear are long gone now, slowly being overridden by dizzying arousal. All three being here is... too much, I realize. Forget being touched by them; I can't handle being around them at all. “You... is something wrong?” It almost comes out of me slurred; is this what being drunk is like? Minus the tightness in my pants from what should be a well-exhausted cock, I'd wager it is.

“Nope! You've just been giving us so much power recently that we thought we'd swing by and thank you personally! The effects you've been spreading... and all the personal work and energy you put into your English teacher here... even if it was just for you, the benefit to us is astounding.”

“I uh... hah...”

“It's great to see our work get appreciated!” Mary beamed.

“Ah... hah...”

“I think he's about to come his pants if we all stay too much longer, Jane,” Ginger huffs.

A glance back at Sophia confirms she's still sleeping soundly. Do they not have the same effect on... ladies...? I can barely... think... here...

“Well! We just wanted to say: keep going! You're doing great!”

“Really explore the population,” Mary urged.

“Make the whole city come until they beg you for more-”

“Ginger!”

“Fuck you! I've spent more centuries on the old way of doing things than you two combined. I've waited too long for something like this... I want to see how big we can really go! This could be the entire future of our... enterprise, girls, but I need data. That's where this horny prick comes in-”

“H... Ha- fuck-!” Before I realize what's becoming of me, I'm **** to experience what perhaps many of my Girls thus far have been going through: sudden, inexplicable orgasms without so much as a direct caress on my glans. My cock pulses pitifully in my boxers as I stain my clothes from the inside, my hips humping slightly in the direction of the sex-demon trio until all three are eyeing me with something akin to... hunger.

“Oh,” Mary coos, “that smell is... oh, it's been so long. I mean just a taste-”

“We have to go now, Dave,” Jane happily sighs, “but again... thank you...”

Before Mary can finish her sad pout act, the three vanish in an explosion of purple fire that leaves my vision dim. It takes a few moments until the bedroom lights even register in my eyes; unnatural darkness, rather than the white of a flash, blinds me for seconds. I take to standing slowly, feeling the discomfort of cooling cum on my inner-thigh. My vision slowly returns, confirming that, yes, the bedroom was totally unharmed by the sudden, explosive exit of visiting demons. My phone vibrates with what I fear is more attention from the Hell-girls I'm apparently feeding well, but instead it's one of the women I haven't fed for some days now.

Alice: outisde

It's short, blunt, and misspelled, as many of her hurried texts are. I give Ms. Lia another once-over and, with a relieved smile, leave her to her slumber. With wobbling legs and a backpack on my left shoulder, I stumble towards the door to finally head home.