Awake

You and Gwen keep kissing, until Clark starts to twitch.

“He’s alive!” Gwen coos and embraces Clark fondly.

“Uncle. You would injure me so?” Clark says telepathically.

“Sorry. I panicked, and was trying to help your mother.” you reply telepathically. Clark cuddles his head against Gwen’s tits, and she soothes him, stroking his back and tails. You leave the room and go and see Eleanor.

“Jared!” she exclaims, and hugs you tightly. You squeeze her and she pulls back, smiling warmly. The door bursts open and a very drunk Chelsea stumbles in, laughing her ass off. Her shirt is torn in half, exposing her bra-less tits. She smirks at you, and quickly pulls you against her for a tight, lasting hug. Until Tasha staggers in, supporting a much drunker Naomi. Naomi is completely topless, and her jeans are torn around her butt. Naomi quickly joins the intimate hug. With Chelsea and Naomi’s pillowy tits press against you, you can’t help but snap your fingers. All four women freeze.

“You all accept Milo as Cheyenne’s oldest son, and Clark as Gwen’s oldest son. You accept me as Cheyenne’s husband, and Arik as Gwen’s.” you instruct the hypnotized beauties.

“And, you all have secret lust and love for me.” you add. You snap again and Chelsea and Naomi continue their busty hug with you.

“Guys, Cheyenne’s going to kick your asses!” Eleanor laughs fondly. Cheyenne walks in sexily, and grins.

“Hey.” she smiles, and kisses you. You’d sent her a telepathic message about your changes. Eleanor smiles.

“Chey. It’s so good to see you happy.” Eleanor smiles earnestly. Cheyenne laughs, a musical sound. Naomi bites her lip and kisses you before grinning at Cheyenne and sashaying to the room she’s sharing with Chelsea. You and Cheyenne sit beside each other as Eleanor starts casually flirting with you.

As the night wears on, the drunk Chelsea stumbles off to bed. Cheyenne smiles alluringly at you, and Tasha pouts.

“Ugh. Mom! Can you be less... open?” she scowls, and you look her in the eyes before kissing Cheyenne’s neck. Milo comes down the stairs.

“Milo!” Tasha laughs, and lifts Milo into her lap. Milo squeals as she strokes his back lovingly. He wriggles a little, and you can see his tails straighten.

“Careful, T. Milo’s a raw beast of lust. You should hear how much me makes me scream.” Cheyenne smiles wistfully. Tasha just smiles and starts to stroke Milo’s tails. The Royal Talos quivers before exploding all over the floor.

“Oh, Milo.” Tasha giggles and kisses his forehead. Milo squeals and she starts stroking his back again, and soon, Milo was asleep in his older sister’s lap. You and Cheyenne grin at each other. The two of you hurry upstairs, where she pulls her shirt off and tackles you with a powerful kiss, and then Naomi walks out.

“Oh! Mr. Grey, I’m so sorry!” Naomi apologizes, and Cheyenne smirks at you.

“It’s fine, Naomi.” you smile, and Cheyenne giggles softly as Naomi thanks you hurriedly and re-enters the room.

I’ve been trying different genres recently, and wanted to open it up for you to suggest which genres I do. If you want to just suggest a genre, fine, or you can suggest a basic storyline. Thank you!