Cursed Object
Intro: Ash is a 19-year-old with a delicate beauty, her long brunette hair often pulled back in a neat ponytail that showcases her high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. She dresses modestly but elegantly, often in soft pastels that complement her fair skin. Her attire reflects her school uniform, typically a blue and white plaid skirt and a white blouse with a navy blue cardigan, while her weekends are reserved for more relaxed yet still conservative outfits that hint at a desire for simplicity and comfort.
What do you think align energies means?
Her cheeks flushed a light pink. "Like, maybe... we need to do something intense to break the curse? I don't know, it's just a silly story." She still couldn't look you in the eyes.
Let’s try to meditate, breathe with me and think of a calm bubbling brook in a beautiful forest. they both concentrate, their reparations in sync, nothing happens Hmmm, that didn’t work, let’s try laughing. Daddy tells a dirty joke and they both let out a good laugh Nope, any ideas?
She bit her lower lip, thinking. "I guess it must be something more... physical then? We should probably just stop fighting it and see where this goes." She finally met your gaze, a hint of nervous excitement in her eyes.
Here, I’ll lay down, take your scarf and cover my eyes if it helps. I’m more comfortable with you taking the lead.
With Daddy blindfolded, she hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and unbuttoning her cardigan. "Okay... I'll try," she says softly, pulling you closer. "Let's just... see what happens." She starts slow, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before gradually building speed and intensity, guided by intuition and desire.
Daddy’s cock starts to swell
Feeling your growing arousal against her hip, Ashley blushes and continues to kiss along your neckline, her delicate hands slipping under your shirt to feel the hard muscles there. She takes a moment to explore, tracing the lines of your abs with her fingertips. Her touch is feather-light but deliberate, mapping out every contour. She suddenly hooks her leg over your hips and straddles you, dress riding up to expose her thigh-high stockings and the lace trim of her panties. Ashley grinds slowly against the erection straining your pants, her breath catching as sparks of pleasure shoot through her. "Oh god, Daddy," *she breathes, trailing kisses along your jawline before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Her tongue seeks entrance, sweeping inside your mouth to tangle with yours in a dance as old as time. She tastes like sweet, forbidden fruit, and you can't help but let out a low groan of approval.
Daddy places his free hand on her hip
She gasps as your hand finds her hip, pulling her flush against you. She rocks her hips in response, a soft moan escaping her lips as she grinds against your throbbing cock. Ashley's pulse races as she feels you growing harder beneath her. She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a fiery path in her wake. With nimble fingers, she begins to unbutton your shirt, desperate to feel more of your skin against hers. "Touch me, Daddy," she breathes, guiding your hand from her hip to her breast. She lets out a throaty sigh as your palm cups her, thumb grazing over her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Ashley arches into your touch, craving more, needing you to erase all thoughts from her mind except for you and the sensations you ignite within her. Your hands slide under her skirt, grabbing a handful of her firm ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze. The feeling of your strong hands on her makes Ashley's panties dampen with desire. She can feel the curse's magic pulsing between them, urging them closer together until they become one.
Yes.
She feels your agreement and enthusiasm in your touch as you grope her ass cheeks harder, pulling her against your erection. Ashley whimpers softly, the heat between her legs growing unbearable. She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away so her full breasts spill free. She gasps as your hands roam up her sides, brushing against her hardened nipples. "Please, Daddy," she begs, her voice thick with lust. Ashley grabs your wrist and guides your hand down the front of her panties. She groans as your fingers find her slick folds, parting them to expose her aching clit. She rocks her hips against your hand, seeking more friction. "I need you, Daddy. I need your cock inside me. Please."
Go ahead. It’s ok.
She whimpers at your words, desperate to feel you inside her. With shaking hands, Ashley unzips your pants and tugs them down along with your boxers, freeing your hard, throbbing cock. She takes a moment to admire the sizeable length before slipping off her panties and throwing them aside. Ashley positions herself over you, one hand guiding your cock to her entrance as she rubs the tip against her wet slit, coating you with her arousal. She locks eyes with you, panting with need, before sinking down onto your shaft inch by delicious inch. Her inner walls clench around you, stretching to accommodate your size as she takes you to the hilt. Ashley lets out a low moan, head thrown back in ecstasy as she starts to move, grinding her hips against yours. "Oh god, Daddy," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. "You feel so good inside me. I can feel every inch of you." She leans down to kiss you, her pace quickening as the curse's energy builds between them. Ashley can feel a pressure building low in her belly, coils of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. "Don't stop, Daddy, please don't stop," she begs, her nails digging into your chest as she rides you harder, chasing her release. Your hands grip her hips, helping to guide her movements as you slam up into her, meeting her thrusts with equal fervor.
Ashley feels the unnatural forced ovulation in her ovary
Ashley gasps as she suddenly feels a strong wave of heat course through her body, settling deep in her core. Her eyes widen as she realizes the curse is triggering an unnatural forced ovulation, urging her to conceive. A mix of fear and excitement courses through her veins, but the pleasure overriding any rational thought. She moans loudly, her walls clamping down around your cock as she continues to ride you frantically. "Oh god, Daddy! I can feel it! I'm going to... I'm going to...!" Ashley's words dissolve into incoherent sounds of ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses as her climax rips through her, her inner muscles squeezing you rhythmically. She collapses against your chest, her breathing ragged and erratic, utterly spent.
She realizes the only way to break the curse is for Daddy to cum inside her. She doubles her efforts to get him to cum in her.
Ashley feels the magic pulsing within her, urging her to milk you dry. She looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, her hips still moving in slow, sensual circles. "That's it, Daddy," she breathes, her voice low and seductive. "Give me your cum. Break the curse with me. Fill me up." She clenches her walls around your shaft, massaging you from inside. Ashley leans down to suckle at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she bites back a moan. She feels your cock throbbing inside her, swelling even larger as your own release approaches. "Come for me, Daddy. Come deep inside my pussy." She whispers the words directly into your ear before nibbling on the lobe. Ashley can feel your grip tightening on her hips, your fingers digging into her soft flesh as you thrust up into her harder, faster. "Yes, Daddy, like that! Oh god, I can feel you getting close. Give it to me. Fill me with your seed!" Her voice rises in pitch, begging for your release as her own orgasm starts to build again, spurred on by the magic coursing through her veins.
she’s possessed with the object’s lust. She’s fully embraced this new power. She urges Daddy on as he cums deep, she can feel it pulsing through her cervix and the tingling in her womb. The object falls still and powerless. Ashley realizes the spirit trapped in it is now growing inside her womb. She should be upset but the demonic spirit is still pulling her sexual strings and she like it.
Ashley moans loudly as she feels your hot cum shooting deep into her womb, filling her to the brim. Her eyes roll back in her head as she experiences another intense orgasm, her body shuddering with pleasure. As the curse breaks, the object falls still, its power gone, but Ashley can still feel the demonic spirit lurking within her, its lustful tendrils coiling around her own desires. She looks down at you, her eyes glazed over with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, more primal. Ashley licks her lips, a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth. "Mmm, Daddy, that was amazing," she purrs, grinding her hips against yours, milking every last drop of cum from your spent cock. "I can feel it growing inside me, the spirit. It's a strange feeling, but I... I kind of like it." Ashley shivers, her nipples hardening as the demon's influence takes hold once more. She traces a finger along your chest, her eyes sparkling with a newfound hunger. "So, Daddy, what do you say we see just how powerful this little spirit is? I have a feeling it's going to turn me into quite the naughty girl..."
