He can

Freya was in full cheerleader mode now. She dropped into a low squat, carrots shaking, tits swinging freely, and started a little chant.

“Daddy’s got a big strong mouth! Catch that ball and end this bout! Go Daddy go!”

The controller was using his daughter’s body to mock him in the most cheerful voice possible. Erik’s face burned. He spat the second ball out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Anika was already lining up the next one. She shifted on the counter, one hand spreading herself a little for better aim, and launched. The ball came in a tight arc. Erik opened wide, leaned, and felt it bounce off his front teeth and fall. Miss.

He stayed on his knee, breathing hard, staring at the floor for a second. He felt the humiliation burning in his chest. Every time he looked up Freya was still going, jumping, bouncing, waving those ridiculous carrot pompoms, calling him Daddy in that high sweet voice that didn’t belong to her anymore.

“Come on Daddy you can do it! One more! Just one more for your little girl!”

Anika laughed from the counter and sent another ball. This one was slower, almost teasing. Erik tracked it the whole way, ignored the bouncing tits in his peripheral vision, and snapped his mouth shut around it the moment it crossed his lips. He held it. Hard.

Three.

He stayed frozen for a second, the third ball resting on his tongue, the taste coating his mouth. Then he let it drop into his hand and sat back on his heels. Relief hit him in a weak wave. His jaw ached. His knees hurt from the floor. But it was done.

Freya stopped mid-jump and clapped the carrot bunches together.

“Yay Daddy! You did it! I’m so proud!”

The cheerful tone made his stomach turn, but at least the game was over. Anika looked down at him from the counter, still naked, still smiling that same borrowed smile, and gave a small nod like a teacher acknowledging a student who had finally finished the assignment.

He needed to get back to the task at hand, but where the hell was he supposed to go now? The store still felt like a maze and the controller could be anywhere.

A voice came from behind him.

The Latina MILF from the frozen aisle had returned. Her face was a complete mess, milk still streaked through her dark hair, dried in patches on her cheeks and neck, the white tank top long gone. She stood there covered in the stuff, tits bare and heavy, yet somehow she spoke with perfect elegance.

“Congratulations adventurer! On completing your conquest! I shall be your guide to your next task!”

Erik stared at her, dumfounded. He turned straight to Freya.

“Wait what the fuck is this? I humored you once, I am not playing around with you, you sicko.”

Freya stepped in close and grabbed his collar with both hands, yanking his face down toward hers. Her bare tits pressed against his chest. The voice that came out was low and deliberately seductive.

“Daddddy! Play nice, I am just helping you along your journey. You should be thanking me instead of cursing me out.”

She held the look for a second longer, then let go of his collar and stepped back.

The Latina dropped to all fours right there on the floor. Milk still dripped from her hair onto the tiles. She looked up at him with an expectant, almost polite expression that did not belong on a woman in her state.

“Now then, please sit on my back and allow this stead to lead the champion to the next destination.”

Erik shook his head hard.

“Are you crazy? I’ll break her back. I pass, I shall walk.”

“Suit yourself!” Freya said, shrugging.

Then she jumped.

She landed on the older woman’s back with enough force to make the Latina’s arms buckle for a second. Freya settled in like she belonged there, thighs clamping around the woman’s sides, hands resting on her shoulders. The Latina grunted under the weight of a full-grown twenty-three-year-old but started crawling forward anyway, slow and steady, tits hanging and swaying with every movement.

“Hehe go go horsey!” Freya called out, bouncing a little on purpose.

She looked back over her shoulder at Erik with a pure evil little smile. He knew exactly what that look meant.

You’re in my world now and you’re going to play by my rules.

Note:

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