Truth of P [Milky Gateau x Ouroboros] NSFW

[Ouroboros]

"Yes Prier. Papa will show you everything" he groaned feeling himself getting to hard again. This time only a rob hid him but it was already gone, slid off and fast aside as Prier would feel his cock rubbing against her thighs.

"There's aren't really any... well..." began Geppetto as he stopped himself. Prier was so innocent. It would be so easy to 'educate' her a certain why and in that moment he figured, what was the harm? It would make her happy either way.

"We play the game together Prier. We win when we make each other cum, like before when you felt all that pleasure bursting out. Then when papa was... inside you and it all came out" he said, stroking along her thighs as he spoke and his other hand coming up to cup her round globes through her thin nightie.

"You play by making papa feel good. With your hands. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your whole body" he whispered, trailing kisses along her shoulders and between her breasts. "A good girl makes her papa feel good. You want to make papa feel good, don't you Prier?"

 

[Milky Gateau]

"Oh...That sounds fun, Papa~" It was too easy...Manipulating her and her trust, with just a few words. She was so trusting. And she'd stay innocent even as he introduced her to these new sordid ideas. Prier just looked up at him and giggled, her gaze glancing down at every delicious, sculpted body part he pointed out. Her hands ghosted over her tits, watching Geppetto gripe and press kisses to the bountiful doll flesh he, himself, had graced her with. So that was why that alley man had called them 'balloons' she thought...her 'balloon breasts' could make her papa happy!

She nodded eagerly to his query, the gears inside her seeming to whir faster in anticipation. "Yes Papa...I want you to feel happy...and then we'll win the sex game~!" She reached down, fingers brushing over the head of his already erect shaft. "I have to make papa's cock spill all that sticky warm milk inside me, right? When we felt really good?"

 

[Ouroboros]

Prier's giggles and innocent smiles were just too much. A little bit of Geppetto still felt wrong doing this but that part was fully buried beneath the all-consuming lust he felt for her now. She was in his bed, scantily-clad and touching his raging hard cock. He couldn't stop himself. His greedy hands roved over her plush body, squeezing, touching, teasing and exploring every part of the body he was more than intimately familiar with.

How many days had he toiled away, half-mad and half-drunk, sculpting this gorgeous figure and painstakingly crafting her to be this way. Had he known all along this was where she would end up? Perhaps some part of him had craved not just a daughter but the role his wife had left behind. Why else had he built her to be so perfect?

"I'm so glad to hear you say that Prier" he breathed, Geppetto feeling himself throb with need, his lip curling at the naive way she described him pumping his cum into her. "It's called cum, Prier. Men and women when we... when the game reaches its best moment. We make each other cum" he explained, sliding his fingers between her thighs and rubbing at her slit to remind her how the pleasure had built up and up until she seemed to short-circuit in ecstasy.

"Would you like papa to show you another way to play the game?" he whispered, Geppetto already rolling into his back and curling a finger for Prier to flip over and join him, his erection rigid and aiming skyward, twitching and throbbing in anticipation.

 

[Milky Gateau]

"'Cum'." The word sounded so wrong when spoken with her small, pouty lips, her saccharine voice...It was wrong, it had to be! And yet, wasn't this what many of her ilk had been made for? 'Entertainment'? Nothing so sweet and wholesome as a mere companion...At least, not one that didn't bend over and squeal on command. Prier had no such commands programed into her, however, and that made when she squirmed and her nipples harden beneath his guilt-riddled groping all the more...interesting.

Her doll flesh was pliable and bouncy, forever youthful, and her tits was so pleasant to squeeze between his fingers as he pawed into them. Prier was surprisingly already wet when he slipped his fingers between her pussy lips, though not as sodden as when she had been glitching. Not...yet at least. Had he actually made her, in his drunken, depressed stupor, with these sorts of sensual sensitivity in mind? Had Geppetto's morals already waned long before today?

Prier watched as the inventor moved to lay on his back, beckoning for her to follow. At first she didn't know how he meant--perhaps to lay beside him? But her gaze wandered the length of his body and came to his hard, throbbing shaft. She sat up and straddled her legs on either side of him, her belly pressed up against his cock. Her nightgown was already disheveled, a ribbon loose and her tits fully on display. "How else can we play the game, papa?" she asked, one hand already reaching to grasp at the shaft eagerly pulsating against her smooth abdomen.

 

[Ouroboros]

"That's right, cum" repeated Geppetto, nodding as he watched Prier chew the word and play with it between her soft pink lips. It did sound still innocent and sweet when she said it but the fact only made Geppetto more aroused, especially when Prier reached down to grasp his cock. He groaned as he twitched and pulsed in her soft grip, encouraging her to stroke him as a bead of watery pre-cum slipped free of the head and slid down to coat her fingers.

"You can help make daddy feel good. If you're really good at the game then papa might cum again" he told her, reaching over and caressing her cheek, brushing his thumb against her lips. They were so plump and life-like. Sleek and soft. Gods above, had he built her this way knowing where those lips would end up?

"As well as stroking my cock, you can put in your mouth. Lick it and suck it like a piece of candy. That would feel so good" he told her, Geppetto moving to place his hand on the back of Prier's head and guiding her down to his waiting length, ready for her attention and her loving favours.