Hollow
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 6
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Those iconic words from Dorothy as she eases on down the yellow brick road. Hellooooo, this is Dragonpig, your friendly neighborhood weird dude. Have you ever wondered who will inherit the Earth if, for some reason, humanity destroys itself in a global war? Would it be algae, cockroaches, or John Stamos? Come on, readers. John Stamos is inevitable. He’s like Thanos. Well, anyway, you don’t have to wonder anymore. I think I have the answer.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Age Gap Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Furry Incest Father Daughter Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
AHH!
I arched up, my fingers gripping his hair.
It was Saturday, the day Daddy and I would play the feel-good game. How many times could we get Each Other to have the good feeling?
My score was three. I’d gotten Daddy to feel good three times, and it took me all day, and afterward he needed to rest. He got me to feel good six times. I felt him slide his fingers into me.
He continued licking that spot. He told me it was my clitoris, and the feeling started all over again.
When he used his fingers, it felt good. But when he used his mouth, it was like all the happiness in the world was poured between my legs.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
What was that? Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm clock was going off. But it was Saturday. I didn’t have to go to school.
It kept ringing.
The pleasure down there got better and better. I tried to ignore the beeping. I pulled at Daddy’s hair.
He kept licking. I began to pull my legs up, sliding my feet along his back, spreading myself wider so he could really lick down there.
The beeping kept happening. The pleasure kept building.
Posy snapped awake, wet and aroused. The radio alarm clock was beeping on the nightstand.
She blinked for a second, getting her bearings. Pale morning light leaked around the edges of the curtains and fell across the framed photographs on the opposite wall: the skyline of an old city at dusk, a sun-bleached excavation site with its trenches and crumbling stone columns, a stretch of desert ridgeline. She turned her head to squint at the clock. Seven fifteen. Class. Right.
Gerald was spooned behind her on her queen-size bed, one arm snug around her middle, his breathing slow and steady against the back of her head. The blue cotton sheets were pulled up over them. She eased out from under his muscular arm, trying her best not to wake him, and leaned over to turn the alarm off.
He stirred, a low sound in his throat as he came awake. “Mm. Morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning,” she replied. His arm was already sliding around her waist, pulling her back.
She lay against him, enjoying being held. Across the room, the closet door stood slightly open. “So. Time for us to get up, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I’ve got to get to work,” she answered with a yawn.
“Mm.”
“What are your plans for today, Mr. Wolfkin?” she asked.
“Well, you know, I’m gonna be here in the city a bit, gonna go visit my sister.” He shifted, sliding a hand slowly down her front. “Then I’ve got the concert.”
“Oh, right. The prince.” She smiled, her eyes drifting over the framed photograph of a foliage-covered ancient ruin. “The famous singer.”
“Yeah. He’s got a show tonight and I’m security. You know, if you’re interested I can get you some tickets to the concert.”
“I appreciate that, but that is not my scene. I like the prince’s singing and his piano playing, but the dancing, that’s something else. I swear it looks like a combination of synchronized body movements and acrobatics with clapping and stomping. What is it called? Ticking tocking?”
“Close, it’s called ticking and tocking.”
“Have you ever worked for a celebrity before?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot of groupies,” he said. “Gotta keep people off him, keep an eye on the crowd and look out for the crazies.”
“So what are you actually going to be doing?”
“I’ll be his driver mostly and helping out where I’m needed.”
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