Father's Day

Story A:

I shuffle in my sleep, my body slowly waking up on its own as I reach out to pull my wife closer to me. I instinctively furrow my brow when I find the still warm space next to me in bed empty. Blinking my eyes open, I notice my two twin daughterus, Eva and Emma, standing next to my bed, soft smiles on their faces. Their hands are neatly clasped in front of them, the tufts of feathers around their wrists neatly tucked inside their dress sleeves. The rest of their maid dress is neatly pressed, not a speck of dust anywhere to be seen.

They both smile ever so slightly wider when they notice I’m awake, the barest hint of sparkle in their eyes telling me exactly how happy they are to see me awake.

“Happy Father’s Day papa!” my two twin daughters say at the same time, reaching out to give me a hug as their feathered tails wag with joy.

“Good morning to you too,” I say, sitting up in bed before pulling them in at the same time. “Where’s your sister?”

“I’m right here father,” I hear my eldest daughter, Anastasia, call out next to me on the other side of the bed. “Happy Father’s Day,” she adds, gently setting down the tray laden with breakfast across my lap.

Piled high on the tray is a myriad of breakfast items, from perfectly uniform waffles with maple syrup drizzled on top, a few perfectly cooked sunny-side up eggs, a generous helping of sizzling bacon strips on the side, to golden brown toast with the perfect amount of butter placed exactly in the middle of the slice. All of it accompanied by a generous glass of what appears to be freshly squeezed orange juice, and a steaming mug of plain black coffee.

“Did you make all of this yourself?” I ask my eldest daughter after accepting a hug from her as well.

“Mostly. Eva and Emma helped somewhat, as did mother,” Anastasia replies, mimicking her younger sisters as she folds her hands across her front. Her outfit is much the same as her sisters’, with only a few specks of food on the front of the snow-white apron she is wearing.

“Well she certainly taught the three of you well,” I say giving Ana a pat on the head, making her blush ever so slightly. “Every single part of my favorite breakfast. Thank you.”

Looking up, I finally notice my kikimora wife Sofia standing in the doorway to our bedroom, one hand on the brass doorknob, the other gently cradling her pregnant belly. She too smiles in return, the warmth of her expression and the unadulterated love sparkling throughout her eyes sending my heart aflutter as she softly walks over to our bed, gently cupping my cheeks in her dainty fingers before giving me a deep kiss.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Sofia whispers, blushing hard when I pull her back in for another kiss. “I love you.”

“And I love you too,” I whisper back, holding her close against me for a few more moments before letting go.

“Kids, why don’t the three of you go and get breakfast for yourselves while your father and I spend some time together alone in here?”

“Okay mama!” Eva and Emma both say before they give me another hug. “We love you too papa!” they add, giggling softly when I pat them both on the head.

“Very well mother,” Anastasia replies, giving the two of us a quick nod.

“Ana, you know I’ve told you that you don’t have to be as formal as you are,” I say. “I don’t mind, really.”

“I-I know father,” my eldest daughter whispers before I pull her in for a hug.

“I love you Ana,” I chuckle, ruffling her hair again.

“I love you too fa- papa,” Anastasia whispers, “a-and you too mama,” she adds, quickly giving my wife a hug, blushing hard as she hurries out of the room.

“You know she just wants you to be proud of her,” Sofia says as she climbs into the bed next to me, snuggling up against my shoulder. “She just wants to be exactly like her mother.”

“I know, dear, I know,” I sigh, draping my arm around my wife’s shoulders. “And I am. It’s just a little hard, I suppose. She’s only 12, but she’s already acting like she’s in the last year of college. And in a few years, Eva and Emma will be acting the same way.”

“In a way, I think so too. But I always tell myself everything will be fine, and that I won’t miss them when they leave,” Sofia replies, sniffling slightly.

“Of course they’ll be fine, they have the best teacher in the world,” I tease, making my wife blush hard before we instinctively lean toward each other, kissing each other deeply.

“I love you too dear,” Sofia giggles, giving me yet another quick peck on the lips. “And besides,” she whispers, “thanks to you, I’ll have yet another student to teach soon.”

“You’re the one that asked,” I tease back, making Sofia giggle even harder before we lock lips. “I love you Sofia.”

“I know,” she says, shuffling closer to me. “Come now, we shouldn’t let our breakfast get cold on us now, can we?”

“I suppose not,” I reply, reaching for the fork before my wife stops me.

“Ah ah, it’s your own special day today. Allow me.”

“Sofia, you perfectly well know that I can feed myself,” I chide playfully.

“What kind of wife and mother to your children would I be if I didn’t help you?” Sofia retorts, already starting to cut the waffles up into smaller pieces.

“Sofia, I-” I start before she interrupts me.

“Shh. Eat.”

“Sofia. I know what you’re trying to do, but you always do enough. You take care of the girls all day when I’m not home, you keep the house immaculate. You, well, do everything I suppose. Sometimes I almost feel like you do too much, and I want to help.”

“You’ve already done enough, sweetie,” Sofia replies, putting the fork and knife back down on the tray. “You try to help me with everything, even when I say I can do it myself. Y-you constantly give me love, even when I don’t know I want it. You’re the father of our three, or rather soon to be four, beautiful daughters. I should be the one asking to help, because I can’t imagine the work you must do to give all of us this kind of life. You teach our children things I’ll never be able to understand. So let me pamper you just that little bit more on your special day, okay dear?”

“When you put it like that,” I start before Sofia pulls me in for a deep, amorous smooch. “How can I say no?”

“Thank you,” my wife says, cutting up the waffles once again, letting out a quiet yelp when I kiss her unexpectedly.

“I love you Sofia,” I whisper after breaking the kiss. “And I love you too Natalia,” I whisper again, gently caressing my wife’s pregnant midsection.

“I love you too,” Sofia giggles softly before snuggling up against me even closer than before, sighing contently and visibly relaxing when I wrap my arm around her once more as we share breakfast in bed.

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Story B:

With a tired yawn, I slowly stretch my arms out and open my eyes, only to immediately want to close them again as the early morning sun shines through my bedroom window and directly into my eyes. Rolling over, I groan discontentedly as the alarm clock perched on top of the nightstand shows me that it’s almost half-past six in the morning. Sighing again, I swing my legs up over the edge of the two-person hammock my wife Rose had made for the two of us years ago when we first moved in. Stretching again, I search for a suitable shirt to wear before making my way toward the kitchen, my still-tired senses finally picking up the mouth-watering scent of freshly made pancakes and sizzling bacon.

The smell only gets stronger as I get closer before I finally arrive in the kitchen, one of my all-time favorite sights awaiting me. Rose is standing in front of the oven, all four of her arms deftly working the stovetop as she cooks obscenely large mountains of pancakes and heaps of crispy bacon. Once again, she’s wearing one of her favorite sweaters, the soft fabric almost unable to contain the sheer size of her melon-like breasts as she works. Her soft, silky hair cascades down past her shoulders, her pointed ears just barely poking out through her silky locks as she bobs her head back and forth, humming a quiet tune as she cooks breakfast for our family. Her arachnid lower body sways back and forth hypnotically in time with the unsung beat, her pedipalps tucked neatly against her body as the various brown shades of fuzz covering her body shimmer under the lights, almost putting me in a trance.

Shaking my head slightly, I walk over and wrap my arms around her torso, hugging her tightly as I press my lips against hers, the immense swell of her bosom compressing between our bodies as we embrace each other lovingly.

“Good morning Rose,” I say, kissing my wife again.

“Good morning to you too sweetie. Happy Father’s Day,” she giggles, pulling me in for yet another amorous smooch. “Hungry?”

“Very.”

“Well Sylvana and Carmiah wanted to help set the table, and then..well...,” Rose starts, giving me a knowing look.

“Everyone else wanted to help too,” I chuckle, knowing what my many daughters are like.

“Don’t worry, this time they got it right,” my wife says, giving me another quick peck on the lips before going back to cooking breakfast. “Go on, they’ve been waiting ever so patiently for you to get up,” Rose adds, gently ushering me towards the dining room. “Oh, and sweetie?” she says, pulling me close to her warm body before I can get away. “I have a surprise for you later tonight,” she whispers seductively in my ear, teasing me further by nibbling on my ear ever so slightly before kissing me deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply, eagerly returning her wet smooch.

Sighing contently, I make my way into the dining room, a dumb smile across my face as I take in the sight of all of my children.

“PAPA’S UP!” they all say at nearly the same exact time when they notice me, their fuzzy little legs scrambling so they can be the first one to give me a hug.

“Happy Father’s Day papa!” Sylvana and Carmiah both say, my two eldest twin daughters latching on to me affectionately when they reach me first.

“I wanna hug papa too!” Meryth, Kaylessa, and Sophia, the first set of triplets my wife and I were blessed with, and the only three of my two dozen children that are spitting images of me rather than their mother, all say together as they and the rest of my daughters all try to embrace me at the same time.

“Calm down little ones, you’ll all get your turn soon,” I chuckle, hugging two or three of my kids at the same time, ruffling their hair before being dogpiled by more eager children.

“Mmm, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like that,” Rose says, a warm, loving smile on her face as she carries two trays piled high with steaming hot pancakes and piles of juicy bacon.

“Yay, mama’s done!” my daughters all say, rushing back to their spot at the table, eyeing the platters of food hungrily.

“I want two pancakes!” one of my kids says.

“No, I want four!” another one adds in, and before long all of my daughters are speaking over each other.

“Mama, I want to sit next to papa!”

“I want to sit next to him too!”

“Can I have extra syrup on my pancakes?”

“I want more orange juice!”

“Kids,” I chuckle as my wife passes by my side.

“What would we do without them?” she adds, leaning down to kiss me. “I love you dear.”

“I know. I love you too,” I reply, giving Rose my own loving smooch.

“We love you too mama and papa!” all twenty four of my children say at the same time, beaming with joy, my wife and I simply smiling at each other.

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Several hours later, after having been forced to cuddle all day long with my wife and children, I pull myself into the hammock in my bedroom, letting out a tired sigh. Thankfully, Rose had helped me tuck all of them in to bed, reading a bedtime story to each and every one before she ushered me to our room, not wanting to ruin the ‘surprise’ she had for me.

“You almost ready dear?” I call out to my wife, the door to the master bathroom closed tight for the past several minutes.

“Almost sweetie,” my spouse replies, her voice slightly muffled by the door. “Just gotta, unf, get one last thing ready.”

My heart flutters as I hear the soft pitter patter of my wife’s arachnid legs on the bathroom tile barely audible through the closed door. With a quiet click the lock on the door comes undone, my breath stopping in my throat as I’m unable to help myself, giddy with anticipation.

“You ready dear?” Rose calls out from behind the door before not bothering to wait for my answer as she opens the door.

I nearly gasp in shock when my wife reveals her ‘surprise’ to me. Her hair cascades down past her shoulders, the chocolate waves shimmering in the dull evening light. Apart from minimal amounts of mascara and eyeliner, she’s wearing hardly any makeup at all, deciding to let her natural beauty be enhanced rather than covered up. Her supple lips are a glossy black, my heart pounding in my chest as I realize she’s gone for almost the exact same look during the first night of our honeymoon.

Somehow, I almost fail to notice the fact that she’s wearing a frilly, jet-black bra that’s one or two sizes too small for her gargantuan bosom. It’s almost exactly like the one she had on when we first made love to each other, if not for the fact that it’s a few sizes larger on account of the two of us having had several children together since that rather passionate night. Naturally, my wife’s grown a bit in the several years we’ve been married; her breasts, already tremendous in size when we first met, having grown several cup sizes larger to the point that I’d be hard-pressed to find a holstaur with a bigger chest than hers. Of course, Rose’s appetite for anything with holstaur milk in it has also had an effect, two rather large wet spots on the front of her slightly too-small top making my face flush as my pajamas grown inexplicably tighter. I rapidly approach full mast drinking in the rest of my wife’s luscious curves, all the way down to where her human body meets her arachnid lower half. A similar, almost too-small pair of black frilly panties being the only thing keeping my arachnid wife decent, if not for the fact that we’re in the privacy of our bedroom.

“Mmm, like what you see dear?” Rose coos as she walks over to where I am, not even bothering to wait for me to answer her question as she pulls me in for an incredibly hard kiss. “Ooh, I know you do,” she whispers again, deftly climbing into our ‘bed’ and straddling my lap, kissing me again and holding me against her for several hot, breathless seconds. “God, you have no idea how hard it was for me to not jump you immediately,” she sighs, shivering in delight as the two of us are finally alone again.

“I’m sure it was,” I chuckle, reaching up to grab one of her elfin ears, pinching the pointy end in between my thumb and forefinger.

“S-sweetie, d-don’t...” Rose moans as I tease her relentlessly, my wife nearly turning into putty in my lap as I rub her ears. “N-no, s-stoop...”

Reaching up, I gently hold my wife as I lovingly press my lips against hers, holding her soft, warm body against mine as she instinctually wraps all four of her arms around my torso. Several seconds seem to pass as we embrace one another, Rose finally breaking the kiss as she quietly gasps for air.

“I love you,” she whispers, kissing me deeply once more.

“I know,” I whisper back, giving her a kiss of my own. “And before you ask,” I say, looking into her sparkling eyes, “yes, I do very much like your ‘surprise’ for me,” I say, making Rose giggle before she embraces me tightly.

“Mmm, I knew you would,” she teases, unable to help herself as she presses her lips against mine hard. “There’s more to it though, dear,” she whispers in my ear, nibbling my earlobe as her four hands snake their way down my bare torso, her fingers hooking themselves under the edge of my pajamas before she strips me naked, seemingly pulling them off of my legs before I can blink. “Oooh, there’s sooo much more, sweetie,” Rose coos, the two wet spots on the front of her bra now visibly larger, if only just, as she bites her lower lip while tossing my pajamas off to the side.

“Allow me,” I say, reaching behind my wife, fumbling blindly for a few moments before I eventually find the clasp on her snug bra, and with a sigh of relief from Rose, I release my wife’s immense breasts from their fabric prison.

“Like what you see?” Rose teases again, tossing our clothing off to the side, her arachnid lower body pinning my rock-hard shaft between us. “Shh, don’t answer, just enjoy,” she adds, holding me against her torso as she brings me up to her lactating chest. “Well go on sweetie, drink up,” she coos, sighing in delight when I reach forward to gently hold onto her breasts, my lips pressing against her stiff nipple.

Two of my wife’s arms support me under my shoulders as I begin to nurse from her, her fuzzy spider legs preventing me from really moving even if I wanted to as her other two hands gently caress my naked body, one of them gently supporting my legs while the other focuses almost entirely on my trembling balls and aching manhood. I slowly close my eyes, simply enjoying the warmth of Rose’s body as she holds me close, cooing sweet nothings into my ear as she gently caresses both my head and my genitals.

“Mmm, that’s it dear, just relax,” my wife whispers as I nearly go limp in her loving arms. “Just let that stress melt away. Just keep doing what you’re – hah! W-what you’re doing,” she coos, giving me an appreciative squeeze when I snuggle up against her and nurse from her overfull bosom just a little bit harder.

Her warm, sweet milk flows across my tongue, tickling my tastebuds before I instinctively swallow it down. I hug Rose tighter, her strong heartbeat, the warmth of her milk, and her whispers of encouragement nearly putting me to sleep as she shifts the two of us around, laying on her side and cradling me in her many arms. Throbbing with an intense need, my rock-hard shaft twitches in my wife’s dainty fingers, her hand gently squeezing down on my manhood and nearly setting me off right then and there.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Rose teases, still gently caressing my aching shaft. “I don’t want you to cum just yet sweetie. Do you think you can hold back until I ask you too, hmm? I know you desperately want to cum aaaall over my hand,” she adds, torturing me by stroking my twitching length from the base of my shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, “but I want you to wait. I want you to cum only when I ask you to. Do you think you can do that for me sweetie?” she coos, looking down at me with a loving gaze, smiling warmly when I nod, still nursing from her massive bust. “Good, I knew you could. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait,” she teases again, slowly caressing me again as I pull myself ever so slightly closer to her.

The flow from my wife’s breast increases somewhat, encouraging me to suck down her sweet ambrosia even as I fail to keep up, runnels of her warm milk spill out around my lips and drip down my jaw. Rose moans almost imperceptibly as she fondles my genitals, breathing heavily in my ear. My manhood twitches again in Rose’s grasp, making her giggle in delight as she squeezes it affectionately, somehow keeping me from making an utter mess of her feminine hands. Just like earlier, her spider-like legs curl around me, keeping me from escaping as we snuggle together. Rose tortures me again, playfully nibbling on my ear as she squeezes my manhood just a little bit harder, nearly setting me off right then and there.

“Ooh, you liked that, didn’t you?” she asks, still stroking my throbbing shaft. “Not much longer now though sweetie. Just hold on a little bit more,” she whispers, her hot breath tickling my ear. “Just hold on a little bit longer. For me,” she adds, her salacious words nearly overpowering my sheer force of will. “Oooh, you’re close, aren’t you dear?” she asks, already knowing the answer as my manhood throbs appreciatively in her grasp. “Oooh, you are, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum soon. Just one last, Little. Surprise,” she huskily declares.

Already rather sensitive, I moan in bliss when I feel Rose spinning a web in her hands, wrapping both my aching manhood and trembling balls in a silk prison. I instinctively suck on her breast harder, her fertile body rewarding me with yet more sweet, nutritious milk as she moans in delight.

“Oooh yesss, just like that sweetie. Jus-ah, j-just drink it all up,” she coos, stroking me through her silken web. “A-are you ready yet, dear? Do you want to cum for me?” she asks, nearly setting me off yet again as I give her gargantuan breasts an appreciative squeeze. “Oooh, I think that’s a ‘yes’, isn’t it dear? Ooh, you want to cum so badly, don’t you? You just want to make an absolute mess of my little web I made for you. Not quite though, I think,” she coos, and I let out a small whimper as she strokes my aching shaft with one hand while massaging my balls with another. “Just a little. Bit. More,” she teases, gently biting down on my ear, teasing me further.

I gently squeeze my wife’s massive breast, making her gasp in delight as she instinctively pulls me closer, her soft, warm bosom cushioning my head like a feather pillow. Her moans become more audible as I drink from her titanic breasts, her hot breath tickling my skin as she coos words of encouragement right into my ear, stroking my shaft all the while.

“Are you ready, sweetie?” she asks, her sweet voice a low whisper in my ear. “Do you want to cum for me?” she says, giggling softly when I let out a quiet moan. “Well don’t let me hold you back anymore, dear,” she says, a deep warmth already welling up inside me.

Even before I hear her finish speaking, I can already feel myself tumbling over the edge, a rush of heat and lust emanating from deep within my core, Rose’s hands squeezing down on me just enough to keep me from dropping like a stone. I fail to suppress a moan as my wife leans closer to me, her hot breath right in my ear as she barely whispers a single word.

“Cum.”

Like a dam bursting, my genitals throb with an intense need as my vision nearly goes white, and I can’t help but let out a low groan as I explode inside the silk covering my wife made for me. Rose coos in delight as she feels my aching shaft tremble in her grasp, squeezing it affectionately as I climax hard. I struggle not to buck my hips as my wife lovingly caresses my manhood, heightening the pleasure as I cum harder than I ever have before.

“That’s it sweetie, you’re doing wonderful,” she coos, an almost primal hunger in her eyes as she holds me against her possessively, her hands roaming all over my crotch as I slowly start to come down from my orgasmic high. “Ooh, you’re cumming so much dear,” Rose teases, giving me an appreciative squeeze with her hands. “Just let it all out for me, I know you have a little bit left,” she adds, my body responding by shooting out a few more weak ropes of seed into the web-like prison she has me trapped in. “Oh, you did wonderful dear,” my wife says, hugging me affectionately as she deftly removes the silk condom around my manhood, not letting even a single drop of my seed drip out. “Just, mmm, wonderful.”

“I-I love you Rose,” I gasp, finally freeing myself from her expansive cleavage.

“I know you do, and I love you too,” she whispers, pulling me in for a deep kiss. “I’ll always love you no matter what happens, and I’ll always be the best wife to you and mother to our children as I can.”

“And I’ll be the best husband for you and father to our children as well,” I reply, making Rose giggle ever so softly before she pulls me in for another hug, forcing my face right back into her soft, warm breasts.

“I love you,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth before we kiss each other again.

“I know,” I tease, chuckling softly before we instinctively move in to share another amorous smooch. “I love you too.”

“So how was Father’s Day this year?” Rose asks as we cuddle together, my wife looking down at me with mirth, a slight blush on her cheeks and a knowing look plastered across her face as I struggle to look her in the eye instead of at her naked chest.

“Almost as good as last year,” I tease before giving her quick peck on the lips. “It was wonderful, as always.

“Just like you,” Rose teases, giggling like a little girl before she hugs me tighter. “God, I love you. I love you so, so much,” she whispers, kissing me hard.

“I know, Rose. I know,” I whisper back, kissing her back equally as hard. “I love you just as much, and I always will, no matter what,” I add, pulling her in for a gentle, loving embrace, tears of joy slowly rolling down my wife’s face as we share a deep, loving kiss.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I just can’t help it sometimes,” Rose sniffs, wiping away her tears.

“It’s okay,” I reply, hugging her softly. “Just promise me you’ll never stop loving me.”

“I promise,” my wife whispers, kissing me softly. “I love you. I love you, and I always will, no matter what happens.”

“As will I. I love you Rose, more than you could know. From the moment we first met I knew, I knew that you were the woman I was going to end up with, the woman that I would love, now and forever,” I whisper before we embrace each other hard.

“Hey sweetie,” my wife asks as we hold each other close.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” she giggles, giving me a wet smooch as she rolls us over, pinning me beneath her arachnid body once more, causing my manhood to stiffen underneath her warm, fuzzy body. “Ooh, someone really loves me,” Rose teases, giggling softly while leaning forward to kiss me again. “I bet you’d like to show me exactly how much you love me, wouldn’t you?” she whispers, already working to remove her frilly panties, tossing them to the side in seconds.

Raising her body up, Rose keeps me pinned down with her arms as her pedipalp-like legs align my rock-hard manhood with her warm, wet folds. With a low sigh, my arachnid wife slowly lowers herself back into my lap, my throbbing shaft easily slipping all the way inside her fluttering tunnel as she lets the full weight of her body rest in my lap.

“Oooh, I missed that,” Rose sighs, looking down at me with a lustful gaze. “And you did too, I’m sure,” she teases, her inner walls gently caressing my entire length. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you tonig-ah!” she starts, gasping in delight when I reach up and grab onto her heavy breasts, pulling myself closer. “Mmm, yes, just like that,” my wife coos as she wraps her arms around me, holding me against her bountiful chest while slowly easing herself back into my lap again and again.

Rose never lets more than half of my trembling manhood out of her quivering folds, her arms and legs holding me against her possessively as she slowly bounces in my lap, moaning hard in my ear. Her inner walls caress my entire length as she takes control, holding me in place as we make love.

“Ooh god, sweetie, I forgot how much I love you being inside me,” Rose moans in my ear as she lowers herself into my lap again. “You’re just so, mmm, perfect. So, unf, big,” she says, her wet folds caressing my throbbing shaft affectionately. “God, I love your cock. I j-just, f-fuck. I love it. God I love it!” she moans, pushing herself harder into my lap. “Oh god, give me more! Please, give me more!” Rose calls out, hugging me even tighter as she bounces in my lap, wet slaps filling our bedroom as my arachnid wife’s desires become more and more frenzied.

Pulling me even closer to her, my wife presses her body against mine as we make frenzied love to each other, her moans of unadulterated bliss and wet slaps as our bodies meet together overpowering my muffled groans of pleasure as I’m forced to take a face full of her massive, heaving breasts. My manhood throbs with an intense need, the overly sensitive shaft pulsating inside Rose’s wet, inner folds as they too flutter with desire. Our bodies speak for themselves, my wife and I unable to do much of anything other than moan in bliss as she starts to buck her hips against mine harder and faster.

“Oh god! Oh god! S-so good! M-more, I-I want more!” Rose moans in my ear, her hips moving on their own as she humps me even faster. “F-fuck, sweetie! I want you deeper! God, go deeper! Ah! Ah! Anh! P-please, I want you more s-sweetie! Give me more! Oh god! Oh god, s-sweetie! Sweetie, you’re so big!” my wife moans right into my ear, hugging me even tighter as her death grip on me tightens considerably.

“Oh god, sweetie, I think I’m gonna cu-ah! I think I’m gonn-ah! Sweetie, p-please! Please! I-I want you to go with me! Please sweetie, go with me-ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! OH GOD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LO-O-O-O-!” Rose nearly screams before she slams herself down into my lap as I silence her with an incredibly hard and wet kiss, her inner walls rippling up and down my entire length, sending me over the edge with her.

Groaning hard, I simply let myself go as I cum deep within her fertile body, her warm, wet folds gently caressing my throbbing manhood as she instinctively pulls me in deeper. The tip of my shaft kisses the entrance to her fertile womb, making her cry out in joy before she suddenly bites down on my shoulder, and I feel her sharp fangs piercing my skin and injecting me with her aphrodisiatic venom. Warmth spreads from there, filling me with an intense need as I shoot massive ropes of seed directly into my wife’s babymaker, coating the walls white with my seed. As if on instinct, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me as we climax together.

Several minutes seem to pass as our shared orgasm slowly but surely winds down, our bodies trembling with unrestrained desire. I moan out when I feel my manhood throb weakly inside Rose’s quivering folds, my body having long since gone dry minutes ago as she milks me for all I’m worth. My wife quietly moans in my ear, her hot breath tickling my skin as we struggle to catch our breath.

“O-oh god, th-that was...” Rose pants, finally managing to look me in the eye.

“Amazing?” I ask weakly, my entire body already feeling sore.

“Very,” she replies, kissing me softly. “A-and sorry for, well, y-you know...” she whispers, blushing hard.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” I say, reassuring her with a soft peck on the lips. “Who says I don’t like it when you lose control a little bit and can’t help it?” I tease, making Rose blush even harder.

“P-pervert,” my wife whispers, gasping slightly when I surprise her with a deep, loving smooch. “I, um...”

“Like it too when you give me a little love-bite?” I tease, holding my wife’s hand. “Especially since it means we’ll be spending time together all night long?”

“Perhaps,” Rose replies, chuckling softly before pulling me in for a warm, tender embrace. “Even more so because it means you won’t be able to help yourself either,” she coos, tracing a finger up and down my naked torso.

“And I thought I was the one with lewd thoughts all the time,” I reply, my wife and I laughing together before we share another wet smooch.

“I love you dear,” Rose whispers after we break the kiss.

“I love you too, Rose,” I whisper back. “And I always will.”

“I know, dear, I know,” my wife whispers, holding me close. “Hey sweetie?”

“Yes dear?”

“Do you think maybe it’s time we, y’know, have another?” she asks me, a slight blush on her cheeks.

“You already know the answer Rose.”

“But I want to hear you say it again. For me,” she asks, pleading with me.

“You know that I’ll always love you Rose, and our children, no matter what. I’ll always try my best to make you as happy as can be, and if that means giving you as many daughters as you’re willing to have, then so be it. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the mother of my children, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with more than you. Right here, right now. I love you, and all of our daughters, no matter how many we have together,” I say, looking into my wife’s sparkling eyes before she lunges forward, kissing me hard.

“Oh sweetie, I love you. I love you so, so, so much,” Rose says, kissing me over and over again. “I can’t tell you how happy I am right now.”

“I think I can make a pretty good guess,” I chuckle, sharing a loving smooch with my wife.

“Oh, you tease,” Rose says, playfully punching my shoulder. “I love you too,” she giggles, kissing me ever so softly, relaxing in my lap. “Do you think we could...”

“Stay like this for a little bit? Of course,” I whisper, holding my wife against me.

“I was more thinking of working on making a few more kids, but this works too,” my wife says, looking me in the eye.

“How about we relax a little bit, then I can give you all the children you want.”

“That sounds wonderful dear,” Rose coos, pulling me close to her and encouraging me to use her massive chest as a pillow.

Several minutes pass as my arachnid wife and I snuggle together in post-coital bliss, both her milk and venom keeping me rock-hard inside her warm, wet folds. Every so often, Rose and I share a tender, loving kiss, whispering sweet nothings to each other as we relax in each other’s arms.

“Hey sweetie,” Rose speaks up several minutes later.

“Hmm?”

“How many do you think we’ll have this time?” she teases, tickling my chest with a dainty finger.

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see,” I tease back, gently groping her massive boobs. “I suppose I’ll have to try extra hard this time to give you a few, hmm, extra.”

“Oooh, someone’s confident, hmm?” Rose says with a mischievous glint in her eye. “And I know you’ll be able to keep up, so don’t you dare say otherwise, mister,” she commands.

“Yes ma’am,” I tease back, making Rose giggle softly before she pulls me against her soft body, holding me close.

“Hey sweetie?” Rose whispers.

“Yes dear?”

“I was being serious,” my wife says, looking at me with a lustful sparkle in her eyes. “I actually really do want kids again. I-I want you to make me pregnant again,” she says, blushing hard. “I-I just can’t help but love the feeling of you putting a daughter or two in me, o-of being a mother a-again.”

“Well, I was being serious too,” I whisper back, kissing her hard. “You know how much I love you and our children. Who says we can’t have some more,” I add, a warm smile spreading across my wife’s face. “And I’m not stopping until we both know I’ve given you as many daughters as we want, I promise,” I say, my wife pressing her lips against mine lovingly.

“Oooh, you naughty, naughty man,” my wife coos, already rolling us back over so she’s sitting in my lap. “I love you.”

“I love you too Ro-,” I reply, my wife interrupting me as she puts a finger to my lips.

“Shh, no talking,” she whispers, giving me a soft peck on the lips. “Just love me. Love me like you always do, and let me do the same in return,” she adds, tears sparkling in her eyes.

“For you, anything,” I whisper back, Rose pulling me tighter against her, our lips pressed together in a hard, wet, amorous smooch as my wife’s hips slowly rock against my own.