Truth of P [Milky Gateau x Ouroboros] NSFW

[Milky Gateau]

[A continuation of a prior RP]

Previously...

Geppetto narrowed his eyes as he watched Prier thinking, practically able to see the cogs whirring inside her head. Literally in fact. There were a few tiny cogs in Prier's head that kept everything ticking off. However the ticking didn't seem tickety-boo as Prier's head jolted and Geppetto's eyes widened in shock. He watched her body twitching and then fell to one knee. Geppetto quickly reached down to steady her, his growing anger forgotten as he clutched onto her. "You feel...?" he said, frowning again as Prier said she felt funny. She shouldn't feel anything at all.
Neither should Geppetto. Not about Prier. Not his sweet girl. However the way she was panting and seeing her perfect globes rising and falling, bulging inside her gown. Geppetto couldn't help but feel himself stirring at the sight. Why had he built her to be so intoxicatingly beautiful.
"Come, Prier" said Geppetto, helping Prier up as he best he could, hugging her to his body and stroking her hair. "Tell me... tell me what you're feeling" said Geppetto, trying to ignore the fact he could feel a small bulge beginning to form in his breeches, aware of his close Prier's sculpted doll body was to him.

Prier O'Lette continued to spasm, even as Geppetto held her to him. He'd find her body becoming warm--though not too hot to the touch--but that was enough to prove something was going wrong inside her. An overheated puppet would shut down, possibly damage its systems, resulting in costs that more often than not couldn't be recovered from...And Geppetto had extended every effort to make certain this wouldn't happen. Prier, at least, didn't seem as though she was in danger of shutting down...In a term, it was more like she had hit a roadblock of some sort and she didn't have the ability to push through or go around it. She was...stuck in place. Or rather, stuck shuddering and stuttering as she clung to him.

She meekly grabbed at his shoulders and leaned her face into his chest. Her legs seemed even weaker, and her thighs brushed repeatedly against him as she struggled to not collpase again...not seeming to notice what and where she was rubbing against. "H-h-h-HA-hard to th-th-thiNk," she stammered out, "c-ca-cAn't...control self. M-moOOovements, jerky.

"Wa-A-arm, Pap-pa-pa-pa. Very w-warm. N-near...my b-belly." She pressed a shaky hand to her lower abdomen. "B-broken? Am I, I, I, broken, Papa?" The mechanical doll was almost whimpering!

"Ch-check up? Papa w-w-WIll check, y-y-yes?"

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto was growing more concerned as he felt Prier seeming to overheat. What on earth was wrong with her? He had built her with the most state of the art cooling systems any puppet could have. She was meant to be flawless. Perfect even. He was finding it harder and harder to escape just how perfect she was. In more ways than he cared to admit. She didn't seem to be overloading in the traditional way though.

"Prier!" groaned Geppetto, doubling over a little as he felt her thighs rubbing against him. He suddenly became aware how hard he was getting. He couldn't be feeling this way about this little girl? But then why had he made her like this. Not a girl but a woman. A young woman no doubt but old enough that when Geppetto looked down at her, he saw more than just a doll-like facsimile of his daughter. She was a beautiful and curvaceous thing that all his desires were forming around.

"You're not broken Prier. Don't worry. Climb up on the table and I'll examine you" whispered Geppetto, reaching up and gently stroking her head, seeing where exactly she was touching herself and swallowing again. He tried to distract himself, patting the table but realising what he needed to do to examine her. "Prier... you need to... remove your clothes" he said, trying not to sound too eager to see her disrobed.

 

[Milky Gateau]

Though it was difficult Prier managed to prop herself up onto the worktable in spite of her stalling joints. Now that she was sitting, the spasms seemed to ease up; at the very least, she wasn't likely to fall over again so soon. Still, the doll looked like she was quivering and her skin was still warm with no signs of cooling down. And all this because of a little lie...Not that either of them seemed aware of that just yet.

She didn't question Geppetto's request, merely reaching up to tug down the top of her gown. The thin material and lace flicked over her nipples, still hard from when that stranger had squeezed and groped her, before falling around her waist. She had no undergarments(asides from her panties) and no bustier--none of the various layers that were common for ladies' fashion. It wasn't as if he could take Prier out shopping, could he? Or go himself without someone raising questions. Not that Prier minded wearing these thin dresses and puffy skirts...At the moment, however, they were getting in the way of the examination!

Geppetto had only instructed her to strip after getting onto the table, and Prier didn't think to simply get off the table to do so. It had been difficult enough to get up! She tried to wiggle the rest of her dress off only to flop onto her back when another spasm struck her. Her dress was now around her knees, pointed towards her chest, which left her plump bottom exposed...It seemed like all that overheating had culminated in her cooling systems trying to let off heat in all sorts of ways...Her white panties seemed damp. From sweat--no, puppets didn't 'sweat'. Steam then? Condensation? Lube?

"P-P-PapaAa, c-can't...can't, can't--" Still panting, it seemed like Prier was struggling to sit back up.

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto couldn't help himself. He knew it was wrong but there was no way not to lust over the plush and curvaceous doll body he himself had crafted. Her pert, full breasts, the hourglass figured and pristine skin only showing to be inhuman by the small seams that joined her joints with the rest of her body. He touched her forehead and felt the heat building there. Looking down he watched as the dress was partially removed, exposing her breasts and leaving what appeared to be damp panties exposed. That wasn't right either? Was Prier becoming aroused? Did he even build her with that capability?

"I'll help you" he said quietly, reaching down and easing the fabric down her body. His hands hovered over her waist and then Geppetto just hooked his fingers into the hem of her panties and began to slowly slide them down her plump thighs too. The pussy he had sculpted by hand in a drunken haze was presented to him, glistening with what could only be some kind of heated arousal, hairless and shaped so perfectly. It was so enticing to the man who had gone so long without the touch of beauty.

"Prier, tell papa what you are feeling" he said, encouraging Prier to lay down on the table and starting to run his hands over her body. He cupped her heavy breasts, beginning to squeeze them as he succumbed to his desires. He couldn't fight it anymore. Prier seemed so in need and ready for him, Geppetto unable to stop himself from playing with her heated, doll body.

 

[Milky Gateau]

Papa would help her, right? He was smart...He made her so he could fix her, right? That was the logical assumption. And Prier believed wholeheartedly in the inventor, for what reason she could have to doubt him or his intentions? She certainly had no doubts when Geppetto helped to undress her, his hands lingering in some places for too long, nor when his gaze roamed over her bare body with a hunger she had never seen before.

...No, she had.

Back in the alley with those men.

"P-Pa-Papa, I feel..." Prier paused. Geppetto had grabbed her tits, like that man had, though a little less roughly. There was no hiding her hard nipples now poking against his palms, only seeming to get firmer as her rubbed over them. She squirmed a little, thighs squeezing together as her core felt warmer all of a sudden...But she didn't stop him. She stared up at him with wide innocent eyes, knowing nothing of the thoughts running through his mind. "Hot, Pa-a-pa," she finally said, "m-mmmore now." And 'more wet', the doll's arousal dripping down to pool on the table's surface...Not even the red light ladies got this wet without stimulants...

 

[Ouroboros]

"I know Prier. Papa will help. It'll feel warm. But it feels good too, doesn't it?" he whispered, Geppetto feeling that he was hard as a rock and unable to hold himself back now. Not when Prier was moaning like that. Not when her plush doll body felt this good to play with. It couldn't be wrong when she was reacting the way she was. Geppetto felt like she needed it as much as he did.

"Papa will help with the heat" he said, one hand still squeezing her soft breasts, moving to start teasing her stiff nipples as they swelled up with arousal. As he did, the other hand moved down, caressing her stomach until he was stroking the flesh of her thighs, tracing the pattern of where her sections joined together until he was teasing his fingers across her pelvis.

"Is it all here Prier? The warmth?" he asked, sliding a hand between her thighs and gently beginning to touch at her perfectly sculpted pussy, marvelling at the extreme wetness that had already built there.

 

[Milky Gateau]

"G-good? Go-go-good..." She did her best to repeat his words, just like how she would when she came across something else new. Parroting a word like it was some strange object to roll around on her tongue, getting familiar with how it sounded and how it felt...trying to connect it to whatever was happening in the moment. And in this moment, Papa was saying this type of overheating was good. And what else would she do but believe her wonderful and dear Papa? Especially when--

"Hii-i-i-iii~!!" The panting doll jolted at her nipples being rubbed and pinch, the sensory diodes seeming even more sensitive there. Her pussy even squirted some, a few drops splashing onto the worktable. Yes...yes, this must be good. This felt good. Being touched like this was good.

And Prier wanted more.

She gave another cry once his hand drifted downwards, feeling his rougher, work-weary fingers gliding over her puffy, plump pocket. Even as her limbs twitched and were as good as limp, Prier's hips thrust up to meet him. "Y-y-yes, Papa-a-a, there!" she mewled, "th-that spot--hot! In-in-inside! Pa-papa check?" She almost seemed to plead with him to, even with how speaking became difficult for the doll.

 

[Ouroboros]

"Yes Prier, papa will check inside. Don't worry" he whispered, his voice low and heated now. Even as she continued to be sweet and innocent, despite the lewd way she moaned and wet his fingers, Geppetto couldn't help but indulge his base instincts and play with her doll body. Her perfectly sculpted pussy was so wet for him, Geppetto sliding between her pink folds and then curling a single finger up inside her. The heat. The slickness. Had he built her with this capability? He couldn't remember.

Geppetto knew he had done most of the work while drunk, a credit to his ability as a craftsman to make such a life-like doll in such a state. However he marvelled at his own craftsmanship, fingering Prier slowly and feeling that her insides were practically unmistakable from a human woman. Perhaps even better. She had gotten so turned on so quickly. Her walls felt like silk as they soaked his finger, Geppetto adding a second as he gently thrust them into Prier's sweet little flower, feeling the slickness clinging to his fingers as he delved within the body he had helped create.

"Do you like that Prier? Do papa's fingers feel good?" he whispered, his eyes holding her gaze as he felt her hips bucking to meet him, Geppetto's free hand still greedily cupping and squeezing her round globes. His fingers teased her nipples even more when it seemed she was particularly sensitive there, squeezing and pinching them as the doll-maker toyed with her body as she writhed in pleasure for him, Geppetto realising again he had never been more hard in his life.

 

[Milky Gateau]

"H-haah~ Hnngh, m-m-mnf~!" Prier whimpered loudly, not knowing shame or that there was something...less than decent about the noises she was making. After all, this was just a check-up. So when Geppetto first slipped his finger into her dribbling peach, Prier didn't whine or clench her thighs shut to stop him; rather, she cried out louder, even with her voice box glitching, and spread her thighs wider. She never had a maintenance check like this before! Whenever he had to check her limbs or systems in the past, it tingled a little, maybe...but right now it felt like everything was tingling all over! Like a flood of electricity washing over her, making her quiver and quake. Why didn't all her check-ups feel as strange and wonderful as this?

It was an obscene sight, really. Even if her soft, porcelain flesh couldn't flush like a human's did...it didn't make her expression seem any less lewd. The way her mouth gaped, her little tongue twitching, the fluttering of her lashes...Hardened nipples and quivering thighs. Her pussy was dripping with so much arousal--for what else could it be called--her ass was glossy with her apparent pleasure. She laid there, a marionette with lax wires, mewling as if in heat. "Good-good-g-good! F-feel...Good~!"

"Di-di-dia-diag-gnostic?" It truly was a struggle to say long words, even when Prier tried her best in her state. "W-why, why...am l-like this, Pa-papa?"

 

[Ouroboros]

Prier opened up for him more, Geppetto slipping his fingers inside her as he watched her plush body shaking and her voice catching. Her cries were music to his ears, sliding his fingers inside her, exploring and relishing the warmth and wetness of her body. Her form quaked but Geppetto was only incentivised to toy with her more. He used two fingers, curling them inside her and adjusting the angle of his hand to use his thumb and circling her clit too, stimulating her body in different ways.

"It's... natural Prier. Your body is supposed to feel good here" he told her, Geppetto knowing it was wrong to play with Prier like this when she was in a vulnerable state. However what would be worse would be her thinking that there was something wrong with her, or that she should feel guilty for enjoying herself. If Prier's body was advanced enough to experience such things, like a real human girl, then he wanted her to know it was normal. Even if her first time was now with her father...

"We don't need a diagnostic. You just need to let the feelings overtake you. Don't hold it back Prier. Papa will help you" he whispered, rubbing between her walls, stroking her clit and using his free hand to grope her heaving bosom. "You're going to feel something building inside and you shouldn't try to keep it in. Let it out for me. It's called cumming. Cum for your pap".

 

[Milky Gateau]

"Nnng~ P-PapaaaAAHN~! Good, g-go-ooOd, Papa m-ma-ma-making me feel goo-o-od~!" There were all sorts of puppets out there...Puppets that fought for the amusement of humans, puppets that could protect, puppets that could dance and sing...puppets that could be fucked. Pretty little dolls and strong, handsome things, that were sometimes more form than function; little more than toys to be used. They could make noises, sure...but Prier was doing so much more than just cycling through some moans and squeals. She cried as his fingers stretched her little cunt, shuddered as he toyed with her clit...Reacting. And seemingly getting more aroused, and more glitchy, the more Geppetto played with her.

It wasn't just hard to use her limbs now...As she struggled to form words, or even speak beyond those lewd, shameful moans and heated mewls, Prier's systems were redirecting energy from her processor to more vital areas: essentially, it was like Prier was acting dumber the longer this went on. No longer thinking, just feeling. Turning from an innocent mechanical facsimile of his daughter to a helplessly horny doll. But Papa said that was normal. Correct, even.

And like he said, Prier did feel something surging inside her. Growing. Pushing her towards an edge she hadn't known was there--'Cumming', he called it. "C-cc-cum--cum--cumMMING~ Cuc-cumming, P-pa-Pa~!" the doll cried out, no one to hear them so far from the main city. "Pri-Prier is c-cu-cCUMMING~!"

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto could see all of her unravelling before him. The more he played with her, it was almost like she was becoming more human. Before there had been signs she was a doll, despite the hauntingly accuracy of her façade. Now though, as Prier squirmed, bucked her hips and squealed with ecstasy, Geppetto found himself forgetting that he was toying with a puppet and not finger-fucking an actual beautiful young human woman. So he thrust away, burying his fingers into her soaking cunt, going harder and faster as he felt her climaxing, hands on her breasts and even managing a prideful grin as he made Prier go through her first orgasm with just his fingers.

"Good girl Prier. Cum for me. Cum for papa" he moaned, his fingers slowing as she rode it out, the slick sound still coming from her nethers. His fingers eventually pulled away, dripping her own lubrication onto Prier plush thighs as Geppetto caressed her body, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and letting his ragingly hard cock spring free. He had long past the point of feeling guilty for what he wanted to do. Even though she looked like his daughter, Geppetto now could only see Prier as a soaking wet slut that he needed to bury himself inside. No matter how complex the whirlwind of incestuous emotions flooding him were, he needed her that way now more than anything.

"Lay still Prier. Papa is going to make you feel even better. You're going to help Papa feel good too. Open your legs and hold them there for me" said Geppetto, stripping his shirt, showing a chest of silver hair and a slightly rotund belly. He climbed up onto the table with her, laying over Prier as he smiled down into her pretty eyes, encouraging her to spread her doll legs and expose herself to him. The head of his raw cock drifted downwards as Prier would feel the tip teasing against her slick folds.

"Papa's cock is going to go inside you. It feels good. You're so warm and wet Prier" he whispered, eyes closing in rapture as he immersed the first inch or so of his cock in her heat, feeling the virginal tightness but the slickness of her arousal helping him practically glide inside her.

 

[Milky Gateau]

"Aaaahhn~! Anng~!! Hnng...!" More shameless moans and crooning whimpers left her lips, as her entire body spasmed from cumming. Her hips were propped a fair bit up from the table, as if desperate to feel as much of his thrusting fingers as she could, while her pussy squirted and squeezed around them. Until at least, her hips fell back to the worktable--one leg slipping off the edge--and Prier laid there in a state of orgasmic shock. "Nng...Cum...c-cum, cummnfg..." she continued to stutter out, mouth agape. Prier seemed quite a bit out of it...though her limbs appeared less stiff than before...

Not that she had any ability to think about that, and not when Geppetto began to mount his doll daughter. "F-feel be-better?" she repeated, "yes, Prier he-he-help Papa~" Still naive to everything, Prier laid her hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide for him. There was no shame, no embarrassment...Just sweet, clueless, ditzy innocence as she bared her dripping pussy to her man she called her father. She watched him with those large, doe-like eyes of hers, gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing staff between his legs. What did he call it..."Co-cock?"

Prier gaped once the head of his shaft spread and pushed into the tight folds of her virgin, doll pussy. It was so much thicker than his fingers...and warmer. She could feel how it pulsed as blood raged in its veins. "In-in-inside, Pa-Papa's cock, i-inside...Prier~!" she sputtered and groaned.

 

[Ouroboros]

"That's right. Papa's cock is inside your pussy. You're so warm and wet. It's so good Prier" groaned Geppetto, sheathing himself inside her inch by inch. He was gentle enough with his doll daughter, spreading her wide but not going balls deep right away. Instead he gave her virginal cunt a chance to get used to him, her heat and slickness luckily making it easier for him to almost glide inside her.

"This is right where Papa's cock belongs" groaned Geppetto without thinking, not considered what lessons he was teaching the naive puppet with such words. He was too focused on fucking the dripping wet pussy being offered to him, pressing deeper and beginning to thrust.

"Ah! Yes, Prier! So good!" moaned Geppetto, eyes closing in rapture, indulging himself with her tight slit, pumping his hips and sheathing himself all the way inside her now as Prier would feel the bulbous tip kissing her very core and spreading that delightful heat all the way through her doll body.

 

[Milky Gateau]

She didn't know that she was being fucked--that this was what it was called. She didn't know that this was what those men wanted to do to her, back in that dingy alley. Strip her curvy, dreamy body down and fill her with their desires, as her dear Papa was now...driving himself into her cunt again and again. Forgetting that this doll was meant to be a facsimile of the daughter that hadn't gotten to grow up. Oh, but Prier was grown, wasn't she? In all the ways that tempted the mind of man: a plush, bouncy bottom to slam his hips against, a soaked pussy that would always be tight, and such plump tits that jiggled with each thrust...

"D-d-deep! Papa's co-cock's...deep!" Prier squealed, "h-ha-haahn--hammer, Prier's...i-inSIdes~! Inside...p-pussy! GoOd--GOod--!" Cock belonged in pussy, he said. Cock made her feel good. Her pussy was for cock. So many new things for Prier to learn! And to think...Geppetto had been fuming at her for disobeying him.

"Cu-cUMMing--Prier wa-waaHNG~! Want cum AGain, PaPA!" she cried out, her legs swaying as he fucked her tight, wet mess of a hold. "Papa mmm--maKE Prier's pussy, cu-cum p-p-p-pLEAse~?"

 

[Ouroboros]

There was a certain irony that Prier had lied about going outside, avoiding the perverted men, only to end up going into this strange doll-heat and being fucked by her papa instead. Geppetto couldn't see the way it all lined up, instead focusing on how good it felt to drive himself into her tight and soaking cunt over and over. It was so freeing and he had never been more aroused by such a taboo act in his life. Her body bounced so perfectly, tits shaking and bubbly ass clapping back against his hips. Why shouldn't it? He might have been drunk at the time but he had built her this way.

"Yes! Cum for me Prier. Cum for papa!" he moaned, burying himself over and over, her almost mindless words spilling out and hearing the cocktail of sordidness and innocence coming from his doll was even more of a turn on for him. She couldn't really know what this all meant and that made it feel even dirtier. However she was taking it so well. Her body seemed so sensitive and it was like her pussy was drinking him in, his length gliding inside over and over, cumming again as he fucked her and made her body explode with pleasure.

"You don't have to hold back Prier. Let it all out. Daddy's going to as well" he gasped, fucking her harder and faster, really testing what limits if any her doll body had. His tip kissed her core with each stroke, balls slapping against her ass and finally Geppetto grunted, giving one last thrust as Prier came around him. With a deep moan he unloaded himself, backed up ropes of his seed flooding her insides. It had been so long and his climax lasted a good while, especially when Geppetto kept thrusting, determined to make sure every last drop had been milked out of him before slowly slipping free of her.

 

[Milky Gateau]

The dolls that were made to be fucked...They were simple puppets, capable of little else than what they'd been programmed with. They could repeat some sultry phrases, pretending to beg their masters. If it was commanded, they could even pretend to cry...but none could fake the innocence that Prier had. To be so sweetly gullible, and to ask to be made to cum as if it were the same as asking for a hug...As if this was just another new game they were playing, her and her 'papa'.

She didn't know what it meant to be a slut, or cock-drunk. She didn't know that it was taboo for a father to lust after their daughter, even if she wasn't really...All she really knew was how good this felt. "Y-y-yes Papa~! Pri-Pri-Prier...w-will cum~!" the puppet girl squealed, her body bouncing delicious beneath him. "P-PriER...wanna c-cUM for Papa~! Cumming C-cumMINg~!!"

Her tight cunt squeezed tightly around him, another wave of pleasurable spasms overtaking her senses. And the more she came, the less stable...or at least the less coherent, Prier became. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, her lower lip quivering as she moaned out. She was barely saying words at this point, as if she was actually getting fucked stupid. She might've drooled if she was capable of such a thing. And when Geppetto released himself inside her doll pussy--"Ss-SomE-ETHing...coming! Fr-frOM Papa's cO-o-ock~!

And then...as Geppetto pulled himself back, globules of his pent up cock milk spilling out of her perfectly sculpted pussy...all at once, her vision went blue. Prier's entire body froze, statue still, staring up at the ceiling...and not answering if he called out to her. Had she actually...

After several long moments of nothing, Prier's body relaxed. She blinked a few times, at first rapidly and then slow, before she sat herself up. Her body wasn't stuttering as before, and she stretched out an arm as if to test the fluidity of her joints. She then looked down at herself, between her thighs where Geppetto's cum had painted her insides...still spilling out onto the worktable. When she looked back up at him, she smiled...as sweet and naive as ever. "Papa, that was a fun game. And I can move again!"

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto was just basking in the afterglow of his explosive climax. He looked down and saw that Prier seemed to have frozen in place, impossibly still and there was a strange blue glow behind her eyes. "Prier...?" he whispered, shaking her but finding there was no response. As she remained silent, at the speed of thought, everything that he had just done came crashing down around him in Geppetto's mind. He had fucked her. Fucked his Prier. He knew she was a doll but gods above, all the things he had said to her. Even now though the memory of how she had squealed in ecstasy and made him feel was too much.

Geppetto suddenly let out a great sigh of relief when Prier blinked and sat up by herself, Geppetto staring as Prier examined his seed leaking from her pussy and then smiled up at him, seeming her usual self. "Prier... you're back..." he said, speaking as if she had been gone for so long instead of just frozen for a few seconds. He reached out and cupped her cheek, no longer feeling the same strange warmth that had been overwhelming her body before. Geppetto cleared his throat and quickly pulled up his breeches to hide his cock as he tried his best to collect himself.

"How... how you do you feel Prier? Do you... remember everything that just happened?" he asked, unclear as to what had caused her sudden shutdown. It wasn't uncommon for older dolls to falter and lose their functionality over time. However Prier was no ordinary doll and she was practically just off the line, as it were. She seemed to remember the 'game' they had been playing but Geppetto needed to know in what context she was now viewing everything.

 

[Milky Gateau]

She leaned her cheek into his palm, content to laze in his touch while...still...being completely naked. Freshly fucked and with plenty of evidence still pooling on the table between her thighs. "Yes Papa, I remember," she replied, before listing off the sordid events as if commenting about the weather: "We were talking about the balloon, but then my system started acting strange...you were giving me a maintenance check...and then we played that fun game where Papa put his 'cock' in my 'pus-sy'." Prier repeated the words he used, still with no understanding that anything about this...about what they did...was improper.

There was a pause and Prier reflected the reaction Geppetto just seconds ago, looking back down and seeing she was still perched on the work table. "Did I...go somewhere, Papa?" she asked him, apparently not remembering her sudden 'reboot'. The blue glow had long since faded from her eyes as well, gone as suddenly as her glitching. "I feel functional, Papa," she went on to say, "but I am a little dirty now..." The doll motioned towards her now glossy nethers.

"Is the maintenance check over now?"

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto listened to Prier casually listing off what happened between them just a moment ago. He felt his insides creasing when she idly described the words he had just taught her and specifically how he had just fucked his naive, doll, faux-daughter.

"Yes... you were..." he began, seeing the still content look upon her face and deciding he didn't need to worry her. "No matter" he said, offering a hand to help Prier down and finding his eyes drifting to her soaking pussy still on display. He couldn't stop himself feeling that same hunger grow inside him again. Why did she have to be so perfectly fuckable? Ah yes. He built her that way.

"Yes, go clean yourself up and get dressed Prier" he said, his hand caressing her back and hovering just over her plush backside. "And... if you would like... papa... papa can play with you again tonight..." he said, choosing his words carefully and watching her equally close.

 

[Milky Gateau]

Taking his hand, she pushed off from the table and landed--Geppetto's seed still dribbling down the insides of her thighs. Though her skin couldn't redden or bruise like a human's could, the evidence of what he'd done was plain as day. Plain, white, and sticky. Especially so when she bent over to pick up her dress, plump rear wiggling as another globule of cum oozed from her puffy, porcelain pussy. Though she didn't put said dress back on(she couldn't go clean with clothes on, now could she) and was starting to skip towards the exit.

She slowed, then stopped, only when Geppetto spoke to her. Clearly not bothered by the situation, Prier smiled and gave a tilt of her head as though they were having any other ordinary, mundane conversation. "Okay, Papa!" she replied, chipper. "I like playing games with Papa." And with that, she skipped out, not caring that she was still as naked as the day she was put together and with no inkling that anything was awry.

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto couldn't help but feel a modicum of excitement as Prier happily confirmed she would want to play more games with him. On some level he knew it was wrong. So very very wrong. Especially when she literally resembled his daughter but with the body of a grown woman. But that same, perfectly sculpted body, was too tantalising for him. There was something terribly sinful about the idea of exploiting Prier's naivety and innocence that just made Geppetto want to take her again and again. Besides, she was just a doll after all. She might call him papa and talk like his daughter. But she wasn't a real girl. Was she?

---

Geppetto spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on all the orders he had fallen behind on. When the sun did begin to set, he was quite tired but was at least satisfied he had done enough work to keep the roof over their heads a day longer.

He took some time to wash himself and eat. Another upside of having a doll for a daughter was that he didn't need to worry about feeding the girl at least. When he was done, Geppetto dressed himself in a simply robe and breeches, going to find Prier wherever she might be off playing.

"Sweetheart...?" he asked, slowly prying the door open and smiling at her. "Papa is going to bed now. Would you like... to come with me? We can play more... more of that new game?" he said, swallowing hard as he felt that same sinfulness rising inside him again as he looked at her and the perfect doll body she had beneath her pretty frilly clothes.

 

[Milky Gateau]

Prier 'slept' in the same room her muse had lived in before her. As such, the room had changed little since her passing and the doll's occupation of the room did little to change the air of desperate preservation that filled that space. It was same canopy bed, the same wooden chest that held the same dolls--porcelain and cloth, the same paper ornaments hanging from the ceiling, and all the things a young girl once treasured. Prier, at least this mechanical one, was always careful with the things in the room even despite how Geppetto had called it 'hers' back when she first woke up. It had never been said aloud but...there was a part of her that recognized what this room meant.

When Geppetto sought her out that evening, Prier was sat on the middle of the floor in the midst of drawing with some crayons and scrap paper scattered in front of her. She looked up, her back previously turned to the door, and greeted him with the same sweet smile she always gave. His state of dress, that focused, hungry glint in his gaze, or the fact that normally he'd be bidding her 'goodnight' instead, seemed to go unnoticed by the innocent doll--or maybe she simply regarded them all as harmless acts. Just like their new 'game'. "Okay, Papa~" she started to say, turning back to her drawing to scribble something. "I just have to finish this really quick...and...done!"

She put the crayon back in its browning box with the others, leaving the paper with the newly written 'Gemini' where it laid with the others, before she bounded up to Geppetto. The new dress she wore, no better than a frilly nightie, was even more scant than the lacy sailor gown she wore earlier. "You haven't told me the name of the game yet, Papa," she pointed out, "what is the new game called?"

 

[Ouroboros]

Geppetto couldn't help but stare when he saw Prier. She was wearing a new dress but Geppetto could see it was little more than a nightie that didn't do anything to tame the lust growing inside him again. How did she managed to look so gods man lewd but innocent at the same time. The strange aesthetic cocktail if anything only made it easier for him to drool over her, Prier innocently bounding over and posed her equally innocent question. Geppetto just swallowed and wrapped an arm around her, his hand slowly trailing down until it inevitably found itself on her plush ass, sinking his fingers into her perfect, round peach. He couldn't resist.

"It's... it's called sex Prier. It's a fun game for grown ups. Papa thinks you're grown up enough for it now" he said, Geppetto's eyes alighting on her cleavage in the frilly nightie, even more sign that the doll he had crated was of a grown women. So Geppetto guided sweet Prier to the bedroom where he had previously shared a bed with his wife. Instead now as the door slammed shut behind them, he grabbed hold of Prier and wrapped his arms around her. Geppetto practically lifted her up into his arms as he grabbed her by the ass and locked lips with his doll.

"There's so many things papa wants to show you. So many ways to play" groaned Geppetto, carrying Prier to the bed and letting her flop down when their kiss broke. Their lips parted and Geppetto could only look upon Prier with the deep lust that coursed through him. His hands ran down her perfect body, feeling the delicate smoothness of her pseudo-skin and tracing where the joints connected her arms and elbows. If it weren't for those tell-tale signs, she could have passed as human. So perfect and so beautiful.

 

[Milky Gateau]

She leaned into his chest, pulled in by his hand groping her ass. The nightie was short enough that a squeeze was all it took to get beneath the hem, letting him toy with her plump bottom and silken panties with embarrassing ease. Yet Prier, without a modicum of shame or propriety, didn't bat an eye at this indecency. "A grown up game..." she repeated, uttering it with almost awe and reverence. And just like that, the doll was led away to the den that Geppetto would fill with their sins.

Prier accepted the sudden, rough kiss with such ease...But why wouldn't she? This was all a game between her and Papa. And what was a doll but a thing to be toyed with...

"And Papa will show me?" she cooed, watching him as the older man began to feel her body. Once more, it reminded her of those men in the alley...the little jolt she felt when one of them squeezed her tit. Had those men wanted to play this game with her too? This...'sex'? She was starting to feel warm again, though her system didn't go crazy and start to glitch like before. "What are the rules to the sex game? How do you win?"