/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>365902

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>>365902

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>>365902

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Pouring one out for Will now.

>>365902

>We were both dragged out of the theater by Sara’s father.

>Apparently he had followed us to make sure no ‘funny business’ happened.

>I get it but I am far too scared to do anything about it.

>Mostly I feel ashamed.

>I feel like I ruined all chances of us being together.

>Her father was giving her - both of us a… stern talking to.

>”Sara, what the hell did you think you were doing?”

>When Sara didn’t answer he looked at me.

>”And you, what the hell did I tell you?”

>I said nothing.

>”I want answers!”

>We both flinched at his voice.

>Still, neither of us said anything.

>I guess we knew we were in the wrong…

>”Fine, we’re leaving.”

>”Come on, Sara, say goodbye to your ex boyfriend.”

<“WHAT?!”

<“No, dad! Please!”

>He ignored her pleas, dragging her along.

>Hey! Let her go!

>In a panic I found myself yelling at him.

>Sara’s dad spun around on me, towering over me in the most intimidating fashion.

>B-but I couldn’t back down, right?

>I know what we did is wrong but you can’t just take her away from everyone.

>She needs friends!

>How is she gonna grow if you can’t even trust her, stalking her like that?!

>Her dad just stared down at me.

>For those few moments he looked right through me.

>Cold shivers ran down my spine.

>”How old do you think you are to be talking to me that way?”

>I can’t waver now, right?

>This is when I stand up for myself, right?

>I’m old enough to know that hiding her away is only gonna hurt Sara more.

>”Is that right?”

>”And you know all that from the few days you’ve known her?”

>He was more sarcastic now than outright angry.

>There was nothing I could say to that…

>But I couldn’t let it go.

>You can’t do this to her!

>”Go home, kid, I’m not gonna tell you again.” He warned.

>I can see Sara watching helplessly as the two of us face off in this battle of the wills.

>I feel emboldened but at the same time more afraid than ever.

>Not for my well being, although that was definitely a part of it but now I was thinking of Sara.

>I didn’t want to say anything to make her hate me.

>This man was still her father.

>And he was right, we had only known each other for a few days.

>But… these past few days have made me so happy…

>I’m not going anywhere.

>Sara is my girlfriend, and I love her!

>Her father’s face soured.

>He pushed me back, despite my protests.

>”Get the fuck out of here, I’m not kidding.”

>I stand upright, defiantly - or as defiant as a kitten before a lion.

>A moment later I was out.

>I felt something thump against my head and I went down.

>When I came to I found myself in an unfamiliar room.

>My head hurt like a motherfucker.

>I feel like I was a makeshift punching bag for Muhammad Ali.

>I feel like my head is nagasaki and someone dropped a bomb on it.

>My head is spinning so bad i feel like a flat earther who just discovered the earth is round.

>As my eyes adjust to the light in the room, I can just make out someone sitting in a chair next to me.

>After a few moments of me shaking off what is probably a concussion I can tell it’s Sara.

>She’s staring down at the floor, sniffling.

>Her eyes are red and puffy, clearly she had been crying recently and for some time as her face was also red.

>She sat alone, her father nowhere to be seen.

>I tried to sit up but fuck my head and even my eyes hurt from the attempt.

>Sara, I rasp, trying to find my voice.

>Sara looks up at me.

>She never stopped crying.

<“Will, oh thank God you’re okay…”

>Okay is kind of subjective…

>I feel like I played chicken with a semi while riding a bike.

>I feel like I played Russian roulette with a fully loaded revolver and emptied it in my skull.

>What the hell happened?

>I nursed my head, unable to feel anything but the throbbing pain.

>Sara did a weird half giggle half cry.

>I guess in my delirium I may have said something kinda funny.

>If it weren’t for this excruciating migraine I’d probably laugh along with her.

>She takes a moment to compose herself, wiping her eyes.

<“I… My dad…” She started.

<“He kinda put one between your eyes.” She said, making a fist and tapping it against her head.”

>I see.

<“Yeah, you went down pretty hard… you were bleeding.” Her voice was shaky, causing her to struggle with her words.

<“Will, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

>Why are you sorry?

>I’m the idiot that got myself into this mess.

>I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m not even mad at the guy.

>He knocked me the fuck out.

>I hold back my chuckle for fear of the pain getting that much worse.

>Sara nods slowly.

<“I think… after he hit you he… regretted it instantly.”

<“He grabbed you and brought you to the hospital right away.”

>Huh, so he doesn’t completely hate me…

>Sara continued.

<“We talked for a bit while you were out…”

<“He really does think you’re a good guy, Will…”

<“He told me I’ve never looked so happy… but…”

<“But when he saw us in the theater… I guess dad mode kicked in and he just went off the rails.”

>I kept my mouth shut and listened, running her words through what was left of my head.

<“My dad is terrified… he admitted to me that he’s scared… of you.”

>Wha-

<“Not like that, dummy.” Sara cut me off, smiling now.

<“He’s scared you’ll take me away.”

>It’s not like we’re getting married right away jeez.

>Besides I doubt I’ll ever be leaving this town.

>Sara’s eyes welled up again.

>She nodded slowly before she let out a shaky and cracked voice.

<“I know that… I know you won’t.” She said getting up from her chair to hug me.

>Now I was afraid as I racked my wrecked brain with the meaning behind her words.

>What’s wrong?

>Why are you crying?

>Sara?

>She kept her face buried in my shoulder, sobbing into my neck.

>I put my arms around her, trying to console her as best a bedridden man could.

<“It’s my mom’s job…” she whimpered.

<“She’s got an offer from upstate…”

>No…

<“So dad wants to move again for her.”

<“He doesn’t want to be separated…”

>Which means… you’re going with.

>This revelation hits me harder than her dad.

>I lie in the hospital bed, my head pounding but my body numb.

>I hug Sara tighter than I ever had before.

>There’s nothing else for me to say, nothing I can do to stop her from going - from the best to ever happen to me from walking out of my life.

>Sara feels the same way from the tears rolling down her face.

>I can feel them against my neck, her sobs shaking both my and the bed.

>A thought comes to me as I lay there.

>I push on her, getting her to pull back just enough.

>I take hold of her face with both hands.

>Don’t cry, Sara, you’re too beautiful for that.

>She wipes her eyes and forces a smile, still hiccupping.

>In a weird way It’s rather cute.

>I do my best to reach up for a kiss, Sara leaning down to meet me halfway.

>We take a few more moments before I fall back to rest my head.

>Sara… we graduate at the end of this year, right?

>Sara nods.

<“Yeah, I hope so…”

>We will.

>I’ll wait for you.

>Like I said, I’m never going to leave this town.

>So you’ll know where to find me.

>The waterworks start up again from those beautiful emerald eyes.

>Sara gives me one more kiss before she stands back up and pulls the char close by the head of my bed.

>She does her best to calm down and wipe the tears away.

>So now that we’re all situated, I started.

>When do you leave?

<“End of next week…” She answers.

>Oh… well hey.

>Why don’t we just use that time to watch all the movies we want?

>Hospital’s got a player, doesn’t it?

<“It… does, I think.” Sara said, a little surprised by my optimism.

>Hey, you said a week, I’m usin’ it.

>I want to spend as much time with you as I can.

>A big dumb smile found its way onto Sara’s lips.

>Between her puffy red eyes and the tears going down the corners of her upturned mouth it made for a truly memorable sight.

>She was still so beautiful to me.

>Man, I think your dad hit me harder than I thought, I joke, pointing at her.

>Sara doesn’t get it at first, but then I finish my thought.

>You look so cute when you’re crying, I think your dad turned me into a sadomasochist.

>Sara - still smiling, slaps my chest with enough force to make me cough.

>I laugh.

>She laughs.

>I smile.

>She plants her mouth on mine to shut me up.

>Saturday comes and goes as does Sunday.

>Despite being in a hospital I’m actually having a lot of fun.

>Sara comes by every day, keeping me company through all the hours until she gets sleepy.

>Even then I have to convince her to go home and rest.

>She got to meet my parents who seemed to be head over heels for her.

>My dad jokingly asked when we were getting married.

>Sara stopped me from correcting him.

<“Next year, I’m thinking.” She says with all the confidence of the world.

>I blink a few times, the words echoing in my head as they conversed with one another.

>Marriage… yeah, we should just get married!

>My parents go home and leave me in the care of my ‘beautiful fiance.’

>I was completely unaware but I guess at some point we had just gotten engaged.

>Sara helps me get up and walk to the restroom.

>Man, hospital gowns suck.

>I feel so embarrassed with Sara looking at my bare ass.

>Sara notices this and can’t help herself but to tease me.

<“Hey sexy, come here often?” Sara asks, stepping in front of me.

>Damn it, Sara, I gotta piss!

<“Oh, honeybun, I’ll meet you in the bathroom in five.” She jokes, opening the door for me.

>I get in there and plop down onto the seat with a sigh.

>I can’t help but think back to when I was looking at those photos she sent me.

>Sara?

<“Yeah, hon?”

>We should send pics to each other, like once a week or something, I donno.

>Sara was quiet for a minute.

>Then I heard my phone bleep in the other room.

>Sara?

<“Yeah, hon?”

>Did you just send me a nude?

<“N-… No?” She lied.

>Sara?

<“Y-yeah, Will?”

>Did I tell you I love you?

<“I love you, too, Will.”

>This boldness of hers was going to get me into even more trouble one day, I was sure of it.

>Still, I start to think to myself how lucky I am to be alive, considering Sara’s dad could have very well killed me had he seen what I’ve seen.

>The rest of the week went by quicker than I had hoped.

>Sara and I spent a lot of time together - as much as we could before the week was up.

>She brought homework and we even studied together one night.

>Something about that made it feel like normal.

>Sara was already showing lots of improvement for her testing skills, and my brain didn’t feel like it was going to burst out of my skull.

>Eventually I was released from the hospital.

>Thankfully it was the day before Sara’s move.

>I wanted to at least spend one more day with her outside of that stale hospital room.

>It would also feel nice to finally have some actual clothes on while talking with her.

>I felt more upset about that than her, and she made that obvious.

<”And here I was thinking just how cute you were in that gown.”

>Ha ha.

>Maybe you should be the one wearing it next time.

<”Is that a threat?” She grinned.

>More like a promise.

<”Well there’s only one way for you to put me in a hospital, but dad told me to wait until I’m married.”

>I laughed.

>What the hell am I gonna do without you…?

<”Well… I plan on coming back here next year, so you got all that time to catch up on all those movies I gave you.”

>I nodded, thinking of the enormous stack of dvds now piled in my room.

>There was at least a hundred movies, all categorized alphabetically and in genre.

>This manticore of mine was probably the biggest movie buff I will ever meet.

>I never gave you anything, I admitted.

>Sara smiled.

<”Just call me and talk to me about the movies, that’d be enough for me.”

<”Besides, not like I’m just giving them to you, we’re gonna share them, okay?”

>Man, even after everything that’s happened she really was dead set on us being spouses.

>Deal.

>On one condition.

<”What’s that?”

>We’ve only been dating for about a week or two, right?

>Well you’ve known me longer than I’ve known you…

>I expect you to tell me all the embarrassing stuff you did in the past.

>Sara looked like she was considering it before giving me a nod.

<”Deal.”

>The day came when Sara’s family had fully packed their belongings in a rented Uhaul.

>It looked like some other family members and friends of their family had come to help out.

>Sara’s dad even allowed me to help out.

>He seemed to really change, he was more open with me and even introduced me to Sara’s mother.

>Obviously she was also a manticore - and just like Sara she was short and stacked.

>I can see where she got her looks.

>She looked so young for being Sara’s mother.

>Must have had Sara at a young age.

>Hilariously Sara was at least a few inches over her when it came to height.

>This little woman was definitely holding some kind of leash on Sara’s dad, he did everything she said with no complaint.

>’A happy wife is a happy life,’ huh?

>Still, I guess I’ll be in the same situation one day, right?

>Sara’s mom was something else.

>She treated me like Sara and I were already married.

>She even berated her husband for having ‘clocked me so hard on the noggin.’

>She gave me a hug, which I could tell had irritated Sara - mostly because she yanked me away from her out of jealousy.

>I hugged Sara to get her to relax as her mother chuckled at the two of us.

>”You two remind me of dad and me when we were your age.”

>When everything was done, Sara came to me to say her goodbyes.

>I expected some long and heartfelt speech she had thought up but instead she hugged me.

>Silently we embraced each other for several moments before her dad called her name.

>”Let’s go, Sara!” He called.

>Not in an irritated way, but more like he knew if she stayed too long she’d break down.

>I knew it, too.

>Goodbye, Sara, I said, feeling a bulge in my throat.

>It was harder than I thought it was going to be.

>Sara nodded.

<”Goodbye, Will. We’ll see each other soon, I promise.”

>She leaned back in for another hug, squeezing me tight as she could.

>It was the nicest and yet the saddest thing for me.

<”When we do, we’ll get married, okay?”

>I nod, leaning down as far as I could to bury my face in the fluff around her neck.

>Ow.

>Ow?

<”I’ll be back to collect by then!” Sara shouted, laughing all the the way to her dad’s truck.

>GOD DAMN IT SARA!

>I chased after them as they drove off, trying my best to keep Young Willie from bursting through the seams.

>As they pull away I can’t help but feel the loneliness of standing by myself in the middle of the street with a fucking boner.

>I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her when we get married.

More to come soonish.

>>366023

>>366023

>one of the best stories I've read here

>compelling characters and prose bring me right back to those hs years

>runs smack dab into "contrived separation arc" trope

for what purpose exactly?

>>366114

To play with your emotions, of course.

:^)

prepare for smut as an apology

>It was painful at first, going through school life all the way to graduation without seeing Sara.

>Well, not seeing her in person.

>We texted and called each other pretty much every day.

>We also swapped pictures and stories and all sorts of stuff with one another.

>I managed to get my mom to take a photo of me in my graduation gown to send to Sara.

>She likewise sent her own.

>I was happy that she at least graduated.

>She even wrote a follow up message.

<I’m comin’ for you.

>Ha.

>’Mature jokes’ aside, I replied with my own little message.

>I’ll be here waiting.

>We would say this and our ‘honeybun’ and ‘babycakes’ back and forth to each other for several months.

>I was already working a part time job and going to college, saving up as much money as I could.

>My mom helped me look for an engagement ring, a simple pair of silver bands - Sara liked silver.

>I would hold onto this until she came back to me - though who knows when that would be.

>The year was almost up.

>Things never work out how you want them to is what I told myself.

>I was mostly just trying to soften the blow, I mean I knew Sara would come back - somehow I knew, but…

>In a year?

>Might be wishful thinking.

>If she didn’t show up I didn’t want to be completely disappointed and mope around for a whole month.

>The year rolled around and to neither of our surprise, Sara told me she would keep trying but she wouldn’t be able to make it in time.

>I sighed, coming home from my job to kick off my shoes and wallow in my self pity.

>All that downplaying did nothing to help me cope.

>I never knew how much I wanted her to be here.

>As I entered the house and made my way to my room my mother greeted me and asked how my day was.

>I was honest with her.

>I missed Sara.

>All the work I was putting in to give us a brighter future was weighing heavier now that she wasn’t here.

>Mom did that thing parents should do, she tried to encourage me and tell me everything would work out.

>I wanted to believe it but man, I just need some sleep.

>I made my way up the steps with heavy feet, still daydreaming about how I’d greet Sara if she suddenly rang the doorbell.

>That sweet, devilish grin of hers, the kind she texts me at least two to three times a week.

>Believe it or not I even missed Miss Cactus and the antics we had every so often.

>When I opened the door and flipped on the light I found my room a little cleaner than usual.

>I guess mom got tired of looking at my mess and decided to clean it up.

>The bathroom door was still closed, guess that was another chore for another day.

>Well, fine by me, I kick off my shoes and loosen my belt.

>As I go to close my door I hear my bathroom door creak open.

>I turn to see the dark crack between the doorframe.

>I swear that door was closed.

>If this was a horror film I should just leave before I find an axe in my chest.

>But like a character in said film I get an inkling of stupid curiosity.

>Much like how horror film characters have suicidal tendencies I decide to investigate.

>But not before grabbing my bat.

>Slowly I reach for the handle of my bathroom door and inch it open with one hand.

>If there’s an animal in there, like a raccoon or whatever, it’s life is now forfeit.

>Inch by inch, slowly i open the door -

>But before I can prepare myself, the door swings open and something pulls me in.

>OH FUCK!

>I feel claws at my back and something pierce my shoulder.

>Ow, fuck!

>Shit!

>I struggle, trying to turn away to escape but whatever it is it’s latched onto my back.

>I somehow manage to pick it up as I try to make for the door but something slams it shut in front of me.

>I flip the switch for the light but I feel my eyes are covered by something big.

>Then I hear something.

<“I came for you.” She whispered in my ear, her teeth brushing against it.

>That’s when I realized Young Willie is at full attention.

>No way.

>It couldn’t be.

<“Oh, but you see, it is!” Sara replied, removing her wings from my face.

>My words were caught in my throat as I tried to fight my eyes from leaking.

>Sara… oh my God, you really came!

<“Well… not yet.” She said with a low voice.

>You perv.

<“Hey, I’m not the one pitching tents here.”

>Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it was all Miss Cactus’ fault.

>We both share a quiet laugh, Sara turning me round to face her.

>She pulls me down into a hug and I lift her up.

<“Whoa, someone’s been working out.” She said with a satisfied tone, her legs wrapping around me.

>Work’s got me lifting, I answer proudly.

<“Uh-huh…” She ‘purrs,’ giving me a kiss on the neck.

>Uh… Sara.

<“Yeah, Honeybun?”

>You’re sitting on Young Willie.

>Sara grinned.

<”I know.” She said flatly, her eyes smiling down at me.

<“You know… Miss Cactus and I, we’re actually having a hard time controlling ourselves around you…” She said, running her claws through my hair.

>Oh jeez, oh jeez, hold on, I can’t-

>Sara jumps down and pushes me against the bathroom counter.

<“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you blushing, Will.”

<“You look so cute, Miss Cactus says she could just eat you up.”

>Oh my God.

<“What? It’s true, see?”

>She leans up real close to my face, pulling my head down to give me a smooch on the cheek.

>Down below I can see her tail hovering down by my manhood.

>I feel that familiar pain from before and strangely enough I welcome it.

>I can’t believe I was starved for Sara’s ‘bullying’ or whatever this is…

>It’s probably the most exciting thing for me right now.

>OW!

>Damn it, Sara!

>She had jabbed me again with one of her barbs.

<“Oops! Looks like Miss Cactus was getting jealous.”

>Holy fuck, I can’t believe she stung me again.

>As if it didn’t hurt hurt before I’m fairly certain I just made a stain in my pants.

>Damn you and your Miss Cocktease.

>My legs are so weak, but my manticore fiance (to be) is keeping me pinned against the counter.

<“Hey, Will….” Sara said, grabbing my hands with her own.

<“Let me feel it…”

>I can’t exactly say no, what with my spaghetti legs and my stiff penne.

>Any and all reason I had before has been completely and utterly obliterated by the double dosing dick drinker on Sara’s derriere.

>Yeah, I was 100% right back then.

>Sara is a huge pervert.

>She might be an even bigger pervert than me.

<“I said I’d come for you, right?” She whispers.

>I can only nod stupidly as I try to focus on breathing.

>She slowly undoes my belt and slips my pants and boxers down to my ankles, sliding me down onto the toilet.

<“Just try to keep quiet and let me take care of this…” she said, her fingers running from Young Willie’s underside to his head.

>She took a moment to admire the fluid that followed her touch.

>Alright, so I didn’t actually mess my shorts, but damn am I close.

>I might have been more embarrassed if I could think clearly - but the double venom and our past hospital experience vetoed any of those thoughts.

>Not that Young Willie cares.

>He’s a good soldier, he stands at full attention when a lady is on deck, as Sara notices.

>She climbs up on top of me, her perfectly plump ass pushing down on my lap.

>She’s so short that I can see over her as she clings to me.

<“I hate to tell you honeybun… but no sex until we’re married.” Sara spoke into my ear.

>For a moment I panicked, hoping that she wasnt about to blue ball me.

<“But I don’t think Miss Cactus counts…” She hisses to me, her tail now hovering above my manhood once again.

>Oh thank God, I’ll do anything right now to get this manticore on my dick.

<“I just want to ask you one thing, Will.”

>W-what?

>I can’t help but stare as her tail slowly creeps down over me.

<“Do you want it?” She asked, pulling her shirt up to reveal her breasts.

>Those magnificent chest pillows, I got to feel them once but I never actually saw them.

>I wrap my arms around her and pull her up to bury my face in them, her breasts squishing against me like soft, warm cushions.

>After enjoying this sensation for a moment I give her a nod.

>I can’t resist her anymore.

>I’ve dreamed of doing this at least four to five times this week alone.

>I want you.

>Sara buries my face back into her breasts to hide her own flushed cheeks.

>When I came back up for air I saw the ‘mouth’ of her tail envelope Young Willie.

>It feels incredible.

>Like all the pain and discomfort from before is melting away into that warm, wet bulb.

>Miss Cactus’ ‘lips’ wrap around me and take me all the way down to the root.

>Sara holds me tightly, her tail sucking as it pulls back off me with a pop then back down again just as slow.

>I can’t even think straight looking at her anymore.

>Apparently neither can she, because when she looks at me I can tell she’s feeling it too.

>Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

>She bit her lip to keep it from quivering.

>It didn’t help.

>I can feel a wetness between my fingers.

>When did I reach down there?

>Even Sara seems surprised, gasping with more pleasure as she slumps down on my lap again.

>For a while we just feel each other, my fingers playing with her as her tail plays with me..

>She grabs my shoulders and tries with all her strength to lift herself back up to me.

>She’s making the cutest face right now, her lips pursed as she attempts to kiss me once again.

>While I would have loved to pay her back for all the teasing she’s done, I can’t help myself.

>I want it too.

>I help her up, her mouth meeting my own.

>I can feel it welling up inside me now.

>As I reach my limit Sara gets more and more intense with her tail, her grip on me getting tighter by the second as she pumps faster.

>She wraps her arms around my head, moaning and breathing as quietly as she can.

>Release comes and it was about that time that I blacked out for a second, the sound of her breathing in my ears.

<“I love you… Will.” She whispered between deep breathes.

>I felt her lips on my neck again and my eyes opened to witness her tail slowly pull off my manhood with another pop, my seed spilling out between both our legs.

>In probably the weirdest way I found that kinda hot.

>Then I get a thought and laugh.

<“Hehe - what is it?” Sara giggles along, still embracing me.

>Cactus Creampie.

>Sara slaps my shoulder faking offense.

<“Dummy.” She says with an endearing tone.

>I’m smiling ear to ear, fully satisfied with this turn of events.

>Ow.

<“Oh, look, he’s standing up again.” Sara remarks, sticking me back into her twisted tailhole tallywack trap, starting our whole sexcapade back up again.

>Several days pass as Sara and I look for a place to move into.

>I proposed to her pretty much on the spot after the fourth or fifth time we ‘did it.’

>Although Sara insists we never did the real thing.

<“I’m saving that for our honeymoon, Honeybun.” She told me.

>Well, we better get married soon then damn it!

>Three months was the minimum I would allow for.

>Thankfully Sara didn’t care if it was a small wedding, but I’d just as quickly gone to a damn courthouse just to get legally married.

<“If you want it in three months then you’re going to help me get this wedding prepared.” Sara demanded of me.

>Shit, I’ll suffer through this if it means we get to graduate from Miss Cactus.

>I’m about to beg her for butt stuff.

>I mean, tailpussy is tailpussy but I want to feel her legs against mine.

>It’s weird but I can’t explain it.

>I’m sure a lot of men get what I’m saying though, but not Sara.

<“You’re just gonna have to wait.” She would tease me.

<“Miss Cactus might have a fling with the fiance, but I’m pure ‘until death do us part.’” She quoted, now in full bully mode.

>I know I’m fucked in the head when that turns me on.

>But hey, she’s gonna be my wife so what’s there to complain about?

Could end it now or we could get one more post in. Thoughts?

>>366173

Pretty great so far. I'm loving the characterisation of Sara. Maybe one more post just to wrap it all up wouldn't go amiss.

>>366175

This, we need a final marriage/impregnation scene.

>>366170

We need to see that marriage. It'll be super wholesome.

>>366173

SUPER SWEET

Mofucore daughteru pottery ending?

Sorry for the wait, big posts for big finish, enjoy!

>The day finally came.

>I stood at the altar with the priest, holding my breath as the organs played the Bridal Chorus.

>My bride appeared beside her father in the archway leading up to the front.

>My heart was pounding as I watched her, dressed and veiled in pure white walking up the aisle.

>Her mischievous tail hid below the train of her wedding dress, occasionally flitting back and forth as she made her way up.

>Everyone stood on either side of her as she passed by, her father handing her off to me.

>Everyone sits.

>Her father tries to hide the fact that he’s fighting back tears.

>I give him a nod and guide her to her spot in front of the pastor, who begins to read in reference to scripture.

>The only thing I can see right now is Sara in front of me.

>I can just make out her beautiful smile underneath her veil.

>Pretty sure she’s crying, too.

>If we had to wait any longer I’d probably do the same.

>This is the happiest moment of our lives now, so it’s fine, right?

>The pastor prompts us for our vows.

>We recited them perfectly to one another just as we rehearsed.

>Soon afterward the pastor lead us to the big question question.

>I do.

<“I do.”

>”You may kiss the bride.” The pastor says.

>I’m smiling like crazy as I reveal my bride - no, my wife’s face from under her veil.

>She looks as beautiful as ever.

>She had been crying a little, but she was smiling as much as I was.

>I leaned down as she stood on her toes to meet me halfway, her arms wrapping around my neck with her bouquet at my back.

>After a moment we stopped and she flung the bouquet to the crowd.

>I’m not sure who caught it but people were laughing just the same.

>I was too busy looking at my wife.

>Our congregation of friends and family lit up the church with cheers and applause.

>Now as I stand here with my wife I’m wiping my eyes, too.

>We hold hands as we exit the church and head to the banquet hall they had set up for us in the back.

>My wife, Sara cupped her free hand to her mouth.

<“Alright, everyone, the part you’ve been waiting for, the reception!”

<“Open bar, big buffet, let’s go! Don’t get too toasted, Ashes!” She jeered.

>Everyone laughed, following Sara and I to the next building.

>We took our place at the head of the party, sitting at our table, watching all of our friends and family mingling.

>I still couldn’t get over how grand the cake looked: three tiers with a bride and groom atop under an archway.

>Really good shit.

>My parents are already enjoying the wine.

>My wife is leaning on my shoulder, her hand grasping mine.

>We both sighed.

>It was a year and some months later since we first met (outside of stalking).

>We wanted to wait until late spring to marry, that way we could honeymoon during the summer.

>What seemed like a long time now would only be the beginning of our lives from now on.

>I am content, knowing that through any hardships I come to face Sara will be by my side through it all.

>There’s nothing we can’t do.

>Even sex.

>Especially sex.

>Holy shit I am ready for tonight.

>Sara had kept me waiting, only using her tail on me that one time several months ago.

>While I could… ‘relieve’ myself at times, it never felt quite as good as she made it, which was driving me crazy.

>We ran through dinner, everyone enjoying the meals.

>I’m sure it was good, Sara seemed to enjoy it, but I was much too busy undressing her to appreciate the food.

<”What? Something on my face?” Sara asked faking her concern.

>I wish, I whispered back in a tone similar to hers.

>She stuck her tongue out at me.

>I stuck out mine.

>We leaned in close and touched tongues.

>Probably the most childish thing we could do right after getting married.

>Which is okay because soon we will do the most adult thing after marriage.

>Consummating.

>Oh shit the music is starting.

>Oh shit my wife wants to dance.

>Young Willie also wants to dance.

>In my panic I somehow manage to hide him by turning into my wife as we make our way to the dance floor.

>No one seemed to notice.

>No one but Sara.

>She smiled at me, her arms reaching up to my sides, pulling me into her belly.

>Her wedding dress did well to hide it all, but now her breasts pressed up against me.

>Somehow I managed to keep dancing as if nothing was wrong.

<“Oh, Will… we have got to get you under control, you wild man.” She says with a grin.

>Me? Oh, I’d like to see whatever that looks like, I say, stepping back and forth to the music with her.

>Sara shakes her head, still grinning and turns with me.

>We spin around once before going back to our waltz.

>Just like we practiced.

>Eventually the song came to an end and we stood across from one another, holding hands tightly.

>Thankfully Young Willie calmed down in that time.

>I guess he realized it was too wholesome a moment for us to ruin for ourselves.

>I even managed to pass her off to her father for their traditional dance.

>After that it was a free for all, every song you’ve ever heard at a dance played: the electric slide, a list of all the random hip hop shit I never knew the words to, pretty sure I heard some Journey play and we even had Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

>I danced them all alongside my wife.

>How could I not? We had so much fun together it would have been a sin not to.

>The day finally ended when we both grabbed out stuff and piled into the back of a limousine we had reserved to take us to our honeymoon cruise.

>We said our goodbyes to everyone and our driver hit the gas.

>We’re both so lucky Sara’s father is such a good hearted man.

>By some miracle he approved of us getting married and even offered to send us on our honeymoon.

>He later apologized to me and told me that he just wanted to be sure I could handle Sara, that it was more for me than her.

>He admitted it hadn’t occurred to him how much he was hurting her by doing that, but she had had some… not so good friends before.

>I wondered if the cruise was his way of apologizing to her?

>Either way we rode in the back of the limo trying to undress one another and get into more appropriate clothing.

>No sex, at least not yet, not in a limo.

>Although that does sound pretty hot.

>Sara helps me get my shorts on and button up my shirt.

>I help her get her dress off and slip into a flowing gown with her own shorts and tank top.

>The whole ordeal took us both some time, considering the intricacies of undoing a wedding dress and all the layers of my tuxedo.

<“Did you see Ashes?” Sara said, throwing some conversation in between our busy grunts.

>Yeah, she’s got quite the baby bump.

<“I bet she’s gonna have twins.”

>Or one really big one.

>Sara gasps.

<“What if she has Cerberus?” She says excitedly.

>We had since finished that movie, making it all the way to the end.

>The cerberus was killed, leaving only one of the miners alive, but he was trapped in the mine with her corpse, doomed to suffocation.

>Apparently somehow in the deep of the cavern there use to be a gate to Hades or some such nonsense, but an earthquake had completely covered it up.

>Cerberus survived - well, until now - and continued to guard her master’s gateway.

>Well, if she does have Cerberus we’ll have to make sure not to go spelunking any time soon.

<“If it is, Ashes may have a gate to Hades down there…” Sara remarked, trying to keep a straight face.

>If anyone has a gate to Hades it’s that tail of yours.

>Sara shoves me, giggling all the while.

<“Maybe I need to show you a bit of Hell before I let you into Heaven?” She teased.

>Fine by me, I’ve been ready since this morning.

<“I’ve been ready since before last year.”

>You dirty manticore.

<“You know you like it.”

>Yeah. ‘I do.’

>Our driver clears his throat loudly and announces to us that we have arrived.

>We both look at one another and laugh shyly, the same thought running through our heads.

>He heard everything.

>As we exit the limo and grab all our luggage we quickly made our way to get on our cruise.

>Somehow we were in in a relatively quick fashion

>I collapsed on our queen bed, drained from the day’s events.

>Oh thank God, we made it.

>I sprawl out on the sheets and let out a big sigh.

>Sara throws her luggage aside and climbs up on top of me, slumping down on my chest.

<“Ahhh… well that was fun…”

>Yeah…

>Goodnight, Sara.

<“Goodnight, Will, see ya in the morning.” She said, nestling her head under my chin.

>We fell asleep wrapped up with one another, didn’t even bother to get undressed or change clothes.

>Morning came sooner than later, but Sara and I laid about for a while until an announcement came over the speakers.

>”Good morning, everyone, welcome aboard the Atlantic Cruise! We hope that you enjoy yourselves while we set sail for the coast of Spain!”

>Spain, huh?

<“Spain… Wuh…?” Sara grumbled, rousing from her sleep.

>Her arms were until recently firmly wrapped around my nape, her fluff making for a comfortable extra pillow.

>I’m more amazed her arms didn’t fall asleep, though.

>Nothing, babycakes, just go back to sleep, I say, wrapping an arm around her back.

>I realize that at some point Sara had stripped down to her undergarments.

>I was also without a shirt, her work, I guessed.

>Whatever, it was more comfy this way.

>Eventually after about another hour of rest we both shook off our drowsiness.

>Sara remained on top of me however and opted to sit on my waist.

<“So, Will, my beloved husband,” She began, giving me a toothy grin.

<“I promised you something, didn’t I?”

>I decide to play dumb.

>Did you?

>Sara raises a brow.

<“I did.”

>What was it you promised me?

>She snapped my belt off and pulled it out of the loops in one quick motion.

<“Oh, I’m not playing games today.”

>Wow, that’s… incredibly strange coming from you.

<“We’re married now. I’ve been holding myself back just as much as you.”

<“So I’m gonna take this ‘pork roast’ and stick it in the ‘oven,’ understand?”

>Wow, she really isn’t playing around.

>Are you gonna slow cook it? I ask, taking hold of her thighs.

>Sara pulls me loose from my boxers and lifts herself up.

<“Oh, we’re gonna be doing a slow cook alright, for at least eight hours.”

>Eight hours?

>I begin to wonder if I’m going to regret this decision, but before I can say anything Sara plunges Young Willie into the Cave of Wonders.

>I think Willie’s gonna go for rubbing her lamp.

>Shit, this actually somehow feels as good if not better than Miss Cactus.

>Feeling Sara bouncing on top of me with all her might I almost forgot how small she was.

>Her thighs were practically slapping against mine, that specific sopping wet pop you hear in those pornos.

>You know the kind.

>Well if felt even better than it sounded and that was enough to convince me that I was never going to experience anything this good ever again.

>Well, except for next time.

>And the time after that.

>Sara placed her claws on my chest to help keep herself up and hopping on my manhood.

>It felt strangely good to feel them brushing against my skin, just gently enough to keep from scratching me.

>Her tail swished back and forth as she went up and back down, slapping against either of my shins.

>For being mostly feline in nature - well, as much as a monster was like a cat, her tail sure was wagging a lot.

>She seemed to be coming to her limit, as she was getting louder and louder with every plunge down.

>I was squeezing her thighs when she made one last big plunge, my hips shooting up to meet her.

>It felt like bliss, although throughout it all I could not tell if I had even finished myself.

>Sara on the other hand, she had definitely had at least one or two orgasms.

>The look on her face was pure satisfaction, an expression no one could truly fake, as her tongue hung out of her mouth with a strangely wild smile on her lips.

>Sara? Hey, you alright there?

>You look like you’re in a climactic coma.

<“Shuddup…” she gasped.

<“Ah’m… enjoyin’ this… feelin’…”

>What’s it feel like…?

>She dismounted and rolled over in the bed.

<“Why don’ ya… try takin’ the lead and find oud… fer yerself…”

>Can’t argue with that logic.

>I drive it back into her with a grunt.

>Sara gasps at my sudden entry, her arms, legs, even her wings wrap around me.

>I give her my all, in and out again and again in a rocking motion.

>Eventually Sara matches my rhythm.

>It feels even better than before.

>Just what the hell kind of drug is this?

>My breathing gets heavier and heavier until I can feel it building up down below.

>Sara can feel it, too.

>For some reason though I just can’t seem to climax.

>Sara squeals with delight as she experiences yet another orgasm.

>Babycakes… I… I can’t seem to finish, I admit, resting on my elbows over her.

>She huffs and puffs, thinking for a moment without letting me go.

<“Do you trust me, Honeybun?” She asks after a few moments.

>Of course I do… why…?

<“It might… hurt.”

>I can take anything you dish out, Sara.

>As long as it’s not butt stuff.

>That’d be fucking gay.

<“It’s not butt stuff you dummy.”

>Her tail has somehow wrapped itself around my lower leg.

>I now realize where this is going.

>Well, if it helps me empty my balls I don’t give a shit.

>OW, OW, OW, OW, FUCK!

>She jabbed me several times in the calves with her spines.

>Already I can feel her venom working its way through my body - and more importantly to Young Willie.

>It only takes me about one thrust for me to glaze her lady strudel.

>The best ejaculation I ever had cannot compare to the release I feel at this very moment.

>Nymphomaniacs would die experiencing a mere fraction of the pleasure I feel.

>It feels so damn good I feel like I could cum from all this cumming.

>I’m pretty sure at least half of it is now leaking out of my wife’s funbox.

>A thought occurs to me.

>If it felt this good for me, I wonder just how good it felt for Sara.

>I struggle to pick myself up off of Sara, looking down at her face that is blushing and sweating and gasping for air.

>Her mouth is agape, steam coming off her breath.

>Weird, I thought that only happened in the cold.

>I get a good look at the sopping mess between our pelvises.

>Our own concoction of love has gathered on the cracks between our legs and around our sex.

>Sara’s tail has released me and as if on its own accord began to go for our own special blend of baby gravy.

<“Ah’m like… two thousand percend sure… ah’m pregnant.” Sara said through deep breaths.

>I couldn’t talk I was so out of breath from all the pleasure.

>That and Miss Cactus was going for a cleanup suck.

>Holy shit not right now, I just came, damn it!

>Good lord the sensitivity shot past the sky and hit the moon.

>I fall back, unable to keep myself up with this onslaught of tailpussy related dick torture.

>I probably filled her whole tail up by the time she let me go.

>I can’t get up.

>Sara completely drained me.

<“Ya had… enough… yet?” She asks, clearly still feeling it as much as I am.

>What if… I told you… no?

<“Then I’d call… you a liar.”

>Fight me, I manage to bluff, somehow rolling myself over beside her.

>My head was at just the right position as hers for a playful and reassuring kiss.

>I love you.” I whisper in her ear, causing it to flick.

>Sara manages to get ahold of one of my hands, holding onto it with both of hers.

>She played with it for a moment, running her own fingers across it before locking them with mine.

<“You know… I wasn’t really kidding about before… I’m willing to put money on it.”

>On what? Being pregnant?”

>Sara nods.

<“Manticore are… weird.” She started.

>Don’t remind me.

<“Shuddup, I’m trying to teach you a lesson!” Sara scolded.

>Hot.

<“Not many manticore are born. What I mean is it’s rare for manticore to give birth more than once.” Sara explains.

>She always was smart, smarter than me in a lot of ways.

<“But… we do get pregnant incredibly easily for the first time.” She said with a sigh.

>So… you’re already pregnant?

<“Oh who knows? We won’t know until a few months out silly.”

>The thought of Sara bearing my child isn’t something I had actually given any thought.

>I’m not against having children but I wanted us to enjoy our marriage for a little bit at least.

>But if Sara wants it then fuck it, let’s have a kid!

>I pull Sara over on top of me and by some miracle manage to slide back in.

>She gasped.

<“The hell, Will, you’re really still hard?” She asks, putting her hands on my gut for balance.

>You did jab me several times, so yeah, of course I still got it up.

<“Damn it, Will! You can’t fit any more- ah!”

>I pushed in further, feeling our mixture inside her.

>Ewwww, I teased her, slapping her thigh a little.

<“Ow, Will!”

>What? You do it all the time!

>I slap her thigh again.

<“Ahh! Damn it, Will! I do not slap your thighs!”

>No, you only jab me with those spines, I retort, smiling down on her.

>She looks completely defeated now, hiding her face in her hands.

<“It’s just an urge I get okay? I’m sorry if it hurts!”

>An urge? You mean like this?

>I slap the other thigh, not as rough this time.

>I don’t want to make her cry, I mean Jesus, she IS my wife.

>Sara is now pouting on top of me with my dick in her.

>I was turned on before but this is something else.

>This is like some kind of sick fetish I developed solely because of her.

>That expression on her face, the thing she does with her lip, her furrowed brow and scrunched up nose, her crossed arms, she looks so damn cute.

>I rear up a few times as if to confirm it to myself that I indeed find all this pretty sexy.

>Sara loses her balance and falls towards me.

>Luckily I catch her fall, gently bringing her down to me.

>I give her a big hug, wrapping my arms around her back and her head.

>She can’t help but try for the same.

>I’m sorry, Sara.

>I love you.

<“Damn it, Will, why do you have to sound so convincing?” She grumbles as I slowly pump into her.

>Well I do! I’m not lying.

<“I know… I love you, too.”

>We both manage to finish together and decide to end it there.

>Not quite eight hours but all things considered we were real damn close.

>Both Our pelvises are practically swimming in sweat and other things, but neither of us really mind.

>Either we’re too tired to care or I’m discovering the joys of the afterglow.

>I mean at least I didn’t finish on her face.

>Not sure if she’d even appreciate it.

>Miss Cactus might though.

>She paid another visit while we rested.

>It was like some kind of auto cleaning sucker latched onto Young Willie and kept him company all day.

>Thankfully my uh… aggression seemed to subside after her tail had its way with me.

>Maybe it sucked out any excess venom?

>I know that sounds far fetched but given how I finally calmed down after yet another climax inside that damn bulb I’m beginning to think that might be the case.

>The rest of the honeymoon was pretty typical.

>Sara and I enjoyed ourselves as young spouses should, with lots of relaxing, drinking and fucking.

>Sara gets really clingy when she drinks margaritas, it’s really kind of funny.

<“Will, Ah love ya! Ah love ya more ‘n anythin’!”

<“Ah love ya more ‘n all mah movies combined!”

<“Ah love ya so much that Ah would take all the bullets fer ya! Wha? Wuzzat…? Mizz Cactus says she would, too!”

>Among other outrageous stuff, such as wanting to bear several hundred of my children and name them all alphabetically.

>The first kid’s name started with ‘the letter 1.’

>This was only after a few drinks mind you.

>She’s surprisingly a lightweight.

>I had to take her back to our cabin so the other guests could enjoy themselves without seeing all our dirty laundry bother figuratively and somewhat literally.

>I think Sara vomited on herself at one point.

>I had to clean her up in the shower because she refused to take off her clothes unless I did, too.

>Then she drunkenly fucked me in the shower.

>After missing with her tail about twenty times or so.

>I had half a mind to fuck her in the ass for the whole display but it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening.

>I’m also scared of of her offering to blow me off while drunk.

>Last thing I need is vomit on my dick, no matter how much I secretly want Sara to give me head.

>Eventually We fuck until she falls unconscious in the act.

>The best I could do was use her tail to finish.

>I could hear her moaning happily during all of that.

>When she woke up it was as if she was never drunk at all.

>She had no hangover or anything.

>What a bizarre turn of events.

The rest of the week we pretty much ignored most other activities - besides eating, drinking and fucking.

>I guess we wanted to get as much in to make up for lost time.

The cruise came to an end and we went back to reality, whatever that was going to be for us.

<“Will, where’s Sabrina?” Sara asks, walking into our bedroom.

>I hold a finger up to my lips, sitting in the reading chair with a little fluff ball snoring cutely in one of my arms.

>She’s sleeping, I whisper, not wanting to wake up the little mofucore.

>I look up at my wife, who is showing signs of another one on the way.

>Her breasts, if you can believe it have gotten a little bigger since Sabrina was born, and now that she’s pregnant again they look - well, big.

>Sara smiles, sitting down on the bed in front of me.

<“She looks so happy… I’m jealous.” She says in a low voice.

<“I want to sleep with ‘daddy,’ too.”

>Pffft, you already got one bun in the oven, hon.

<“I didn’t mean it like that - but if we could…”

>Hey, two should be plenty for you.

<“I want another two at least.”

>I can’t tell if you’re joking and that’s scary.

>Sara gives me that grin I’ve grown to love so much.

<“What would you do if I wasn’t?”

>Well first we’d need to buy a bigger house…

<“Dad wouldn’t mind helping us out.”

>I don’t want to keep asking for dad’s help.

>He’s already done so much for us.

<”He does it because he wants to, Will.”

>I know.

>Maybe we can make this house work?

>It’s cosy and in a good neighborhood.

>Who knows, but when I see my kid and my wife with child I know our future looks bright.

Whooboy. Hope that was good enough for the wait.

Just realized I was sage. Shit, sorry guys!

>>366693

>didn't have sex on their wedding night

you WHAT

>>366697

Good end.

>>366697

I could have never imagined such a thing being made from a thread I made whilst bored. God speed you bastard, god speed!

I'm just glad you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

In case anyone wants more from me I'm currently OP for the Monster Mania thread.

I have another thing in the works as well about a reporter and his gremlin, but that's not a greentext so…

>>366809

>I have another thing in the works as well about a reporter and his gremlin

Gremlin daughters would probably be rambunctious as hell, with their mothers finding their behavior amusing rather than curbing it that much.

How would a father protect his wurm daughters innonce or more accurately protect the object of her affection.

>>392140

With very small words and brightly colored pictures, probably.

>>392140

Tell her that if she touches a boy before marriage, a ghost will pop out and gobble her up

I posit that girls are made impure by premarital sex with men other than their husband due to the phenomena of microchimerism where she takes on the DNA of those other men.

I further posit that microchemerism should not be a concern when that other man is her father, because she is already made out of 50% of his DNA.

Also I believe microchimerism is less of a risk when your semen is deposited in her stomach acid instead of the vaginal canal or anus. The DNA of the sperm is destroyed before it can merge with and chimerize her own.

The first time your daughter's husband fucks her, he will ejaculate in 10 seconds and get her pregnant because she is so beautiful and he is so inexperienced. This is dangerous because her vagina has not been properly pounded to prepare it for baby delivery.

A responsible father would be able to properly exercise the muscles down there. Due to raising her, and through gradual planned progress, he should not be hyper-aroused: just enough to maintain a boner but not enough to prematurely ejaculate, and so he can have sex with her for long periods of time.

He will also have the wisdom to take a break to avoid ejaculation so that he can prepare her for longer periods. This will make her physically fit and increase the useful pair bond between father and daughter which will protect them. The daughter will also understand that her dad truly loves her when he gives her up, because he has access to that pussy but forgoes it. Dads who do not have access to the pussy are just giving up something they never had access to in the first place, so they're not really sacrificing anything for their children.

>>392173

>dicking the daughteru

Semetic filth leave and stay go

>>392173

Your bait is shit. Get out.

>>392173

This might be the worst take on any topic I've ever read

>>392173

cool bait, next time try being less obvious

>>392173

This is too rooted in human biology to be mg fanfic. This is just some weirdo wanting to defile his daughter.

If you want mg incest fanfic, ok. But this just sounds like a real life degenerate excuse to boink your daughter

>>392165

<"But Dad… The neighbor's a ghost and she can't eat. I think some meanie on the internet lied to you."

"… I tend to forget you've got your mother's quick wit."

>Daugtheru gasps loudly, her eyes shining with unbridled hope.

<"You mean it? You really mean it?"

"(Unfortunately for your future husband), yes sweetie. Now, daddy's gotta work for a moment, he has to find an entry in the Encyclopedia of something big enough to scare a Wurm."

<"Ah! Good luck with that, dad! Mom says that the bigger they are, the dumber they get! And that you should never be scared of someone dumber than you!"

"(Your mom has always been a big girl. Also, I've read in the newspaper that they're trying to pass law describing anything dumber than the common Wurm as a threat to national security.)"

<"Sorry dad, did you say anything?"

"Nothing important sweetie, I was thinking that we should have fish for dinner. I've heard it's good for the brain."

<"Are you sure? Mom doesn't like fish that much…"

"(My point exactly), would fish-sticks be alright with you?"

<"Home-made?"

"Of course."

<"Yay! I'll go tell mom!"

"Sure thing sweetie."

>You really hope she'll take her time before growing up.

Disclaimer: The Anon depicted in this greentext might sound mean, but under all the vitriol, he genuinely loves his family, he just wish the loves of his life would think things over a little more before acting.

>>392173

Daughterus are not for sexual, Anon.

>>392205

>something big enough to scare a Wurm

Tell her Peg Pelvis Pete will come to kill her.