Alex froze mid-step on the quiet street.
Ash's desperate "Daddy" hung in the air—raw, needy, trembling from her lips like a confession she didn't fully understand. For a heartbeat the world narrowed to just the two of them. Her small, plush body pressed tight against his side, huge soft breasts squishing warmly through her oversized black hoodie, thick juicy thighs grinding together audibly under her barely-there denim shorts.
But she didn't pull away. Instead her shy nature twisted with something deeper—subconscious sexual ownership she couldn't name, born from knowing he fucked her mom Mary many times and creampied her. Also from tasting his "yogurt" leftovers off her chin.
She was hooked into this vampire-like man. He appeared in her life suddenly and he became the main pillar of it.
Remembering that, she shylessly clung even tighter, both arms looping fully around his now, soft curves molding to his side like she belonged there. Her head rested on his shoulder, long brown hair spilling over his sleeve, rosy plump lips brushing his arm as she murmured in a soft, broken whisper:
"Daddy, please… Just one soup of your yogurt"
The word jolted straight through him—cock twitching hard in his jeans. He had no idea one day a gorgeous cute girl would be calling Daddy in broad daylight and in the middle of the street, but it felt insanely great to hear.
They resumed walking, but Ash's clinginess escalated with every step.
She nuzzled his sleeve subtly at first—nose pressing deeper, inhaling his scent like a puppy scenting its owner, then more openly, tip of her nose brushing the side of his neck as she mumbled fragmented pleas. "Just… one taste? I-I'll be good… promise, Daddy…"
Her free hand slid down to grip his forearm, nails digging faintly from the building ache between her legs. Her thighs rubbed together audibly, soft, juicy flesh slick with arousal, denim shorts riding higher with each desperate grind, exposing more creamy thighs. Her breathing turned short and hazy, little whimpers slipping out between words.
"D-Daddy, I will do anything you want... please…"
Alex tried to deflect gently, heart pounding from her raw desperation. Under his calm expression, his chest was tightening. A young man getting begged by a cute girl for his cum. That was enough to put him on edge, but he tried his best to stay composed in public.
"Ash, easy… I will try to order some for you, maybe tomorrow."
But she didn't let up.
Halfway down the block she stumbled deliberately into him. Grinding her body tight as he held her in his embrace.
"S-sorry… body feels weird… need this yogurt so bad… my head is dizzy... please"
Liza's voice purred in his mind, vulgar and smuggy
'She's breaking herself for your cum, Daddy~ Look at those thighs quiver and those hard nipples. You trained her virgin body without even trying~'
His cock strained harder as Ash's scent-mixed arousal started wafting up faintly—sweet, feminine, and lustful. Around the next corner she tugged his arm to slow their walking pace, face burying deeper into his shoulder, voice trembling.
"Daddy, please please… I'll do anything... homework, carry your bag, pay you double... anything! Just… that taste from before… it's all I can think about…"
Her knees buckled slightly, leaning heavier against him, hot breaths fanning his neck, pussy juices visibly sliding down the creamy soft skin. Pedestrians passed by oblivious, but Alex felt her desperate yearning. Her needy grip tightening like a vice, tears pricking her eyes from frustrated craving, body heat radiating as she ground her thighs harder, whispering brokenly. "Daddy Alex…"
Finally, in an empty street spot away from crowds, Alex gave in with a low sigh. He cupped her chin gently, tilting her pleading face up to meet his crimson eyes.
"Okay, Ash… but listen, it's not really yogurt."
She quickly responded with a confused looked on her needy face. "T-Then what is it?"
He leaned close to her ear, voice hot and direct.
"It's my cum. The stuff you licked off your mom's chin that day."
Ash turned beet red instantly—jaw dropping slack, golden eyes widening as they locked down at his bulgy crotch. Her whole body shook with shock, embarrassment, and a fresh wave of flooding arousal. Nipples peaking visibly through her hoodie, thighs clamping so hard a soft, wet sound escaped between them.
She stammered wordlessly, brain reeling from the slutty truth, but her body betrayed her, shivering hard, pussy throbbing emptily, juices soaking her tiny denim shorts until a faint dark patch appeared at the crotch area.
Too mortified to admit she'd begged for his cum like a whore, Ash fell utterly silent.
She followed him the rest of the way to the store with downcast eyes and burning cheeks. A moral side warring internally "Begging for cum is too slutty… I can't be that girl…" while her body tortured her relentlessly, pussy squirting emptily, juices soaking her panties and inner thighs with every shaky step.
They reached Mary's convenience store— her and Mary's place.
"B-Bye!" Ash bolted inside without a glance back, thighs trembling and visibly glistening wet under the lights as she fled inside, leaving Alex outside smirking at the soaked evidence of her broken innocence.
"..."
He lingered a moment, cock throbbing hard at the view. The succubus purred shamelessly in his head. 'This is the birth of a cum addict. No more delay, you need to make her your yogurt-loving slave~'
He turned away, plotting her next encounter, knowing tomorrow she would come back and beg for more. Her morals wouldn't stand a chance again her lustful, needy, and desperate body.
Inside, Ash slumped against a counter, panting, huge soft breasts heaving under her hoodie. Mary spotted her flushed face and dripping thighs. Eyes widening with concern.
"Sweetie, you okay?…"
Ash couldn't answer her mom's concerned questions. only whimpered softly, thighs pressing together as another wave of need crashed through her. After an immense orgasm yet again, she muttered in short breaths. "I-I need daddy's cum..."