I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 03

Then they made eye contact and her eyes were widened with shock and fright and confusion. Gone was the glazed expression. Gone was the deep spark of mischief and danger. Almost as if they had never been there in the first place, but Charlie knew better. And he knew he was fucked. At the recesses of his mind he thought he heard the mocking laughter of the Dark Lady as she left for good.

His daughter looked at him accusingly, but still held him tight in her mouth, still trying to make sense of the situation. She suckled on him softly, three, four times, almost like she was sucking her thumb, before pulling back slowly and slipping him out of her mouth.

"Daddy?"

THE END.