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It was just another regular night out on the town. Very peaceful and silent around this hour, although that meant there wasn’t very much to do besides go for a nice little walk like you already were. It brought you a certain sense of calm, taking in the stillness of everything. You could still see a few people out doing various things at this hour, however.
Tonight’s little trek may have been fun, but a glance at your phone’s time revealed it was nearing midnight by now. Time to head back and get yourself some shut-eye. People were leaving, places were closing, so there wasn’t anything of interest left by now, anyway.
Or so you thought, at least.
With slight surprise, you stopped in your tracks and looked across the street to a lady standing under a lamp. There was… something very unusual about her, but you couldn’t really notice from over here. Meh, oh well. You ought to just head ho–
“Oh, h-hello there! Yoohoo!”
Or not? With the woman calling out to you, you figured it’d be rude to just walk away now, so you turned and waited for her t– oh. She was already right in front of you. That was weird.
And now that you could get a much closer look at her, you saw everything else that was weird. She was a lady of average height, but everything else about her wasn’t so average. You know it was rude, but your eyes were instantly drawn to her large, puffed-out tits. It was this white off-shoulder crop-top that barely covered up her chest, but the most striking part was the writing on it.
TOTALLY
HUMAN
MOTH JUGS
^ MILK
… Huh. Now that’s written pretty shittily. Her next bit of attire was a blue microskirt, but it was so short and her giant hindquarters were so large, it didn’t really do a good job at covering that department, either.
Lastly, she wore a pair of heart patterned thigh-highs, but they were torn up and made a mess of to the point where they looked like some kind of strange, run-down leg-warmers.
Finally, you made eye contact again, and it was fortunate for you she was just innocently staring ahead with a big smile. The details you’d pointed out internally were not all you noticed. Of course not. You just… you – you didn’t really know what to do right now.
She was one of those monster girls. A mothman, to be exact. Poofy pretty fur all over, big flappy wings, and cute antenna atop the head. You’ve heard a lot about them. Opinions of them can differ quite wildly between people and towns. Some see them as a menace, some sympathize, some don’t care either way as long as they don’t stir too much trouble.
Yours would fall under the middle, but given this poor girl’s phony disguise, she must’ve not realized.
“...!” You stuck your hand out for a shake, greeting her to kick off an interaction before things become too awkward to bear. She blushed and stared at your extended palm for a few seconds, but quickly wised up and took it with both hands to give you a squeeze.
“Uhm… h-hi! Hello there! Uh… good evening! Sorry to be bothering you, ahaha. I was just new in town and wanted a kind, nice… and hot– I mean, sweet stranger to show me around! But I appeared to have arrived when it was already soooo late, oh no..!” The mothman’s head flicked around repeatedly, as if to really sell that ‘clueless tourist’ vibe she tried to have going on.
“...” You explained to her that even so, you were more than happy to show her around if she really wanted that.
“Oh, n-no! I wouldn’t dare to impose too much on you like that, really!” She protested.
“...?” You gestured towards her and asked for her name, at the very least.”
“A-Ah, it’s… it’s– Uhm..! M… Moth… r… ron. M-Mothron! Yes, that! It is ahh, Swedish, or something!”
You refrain from telling her that it is definitely not Swedish. And also the fact that ‘Mothron’ is a Terraria boss and makes it glaringly obvious what she actually is, but, oh well!
“...!” Mothron perked up a little at your words, surprised you’d be going so far as to offer to let her stay at your apartment temporarily. Just for the night.
“Are you sure..? I could be a very dangerous stranger! OH! What if I was one of those– those monster girl thingies in disguise!? I hear they’re quite the troublemakers! You don’t want to take the chance that I could be a vile succubus in disguise trying to milk your swollen balls of all their jizz, do you!?”
“...”
With a chuckle, you tell her she seems too harmless for that to really be the case. That… might not actually be bad to be honest. Things have been a bit lonely lately. Monster girls weren’t a subject you were very well versed in. But like, their horny tendencies couldn’t be that overwhelming to deal with, right?
Mothron happily walks and talks with you on the way back. She was honestly a pretty pleasant young lady, though quite timid and skittish. Turns out, the girl was even interested in quite a few of the same things that you were! When inquiries were made about her , she was expectedly a bit uptight, and made a few slip-ups that would have surely given away her true nature.
Not that you didn’t already know…
It turned out to be even more pleasant of a night than expected. It felt wonderful to have good company for once. Time sure flew by, for before you knew it, the both of you stood outside the door to your apartment.
Frozen for a brief moment, you asked yourself. Was this wise? Was this really a good decision? A quick glance over at the Venus bodied mothman beside you was more than enough to give you your answer. God damn right this was a good decision. For better or worse, you’d stick by it, come what may. And boy, would there be something coming tonight!
Mothron offered a shaky smile, but it was very clear she was pleased to be here. It’d just take some getting used to, is all. From there, it seemed like the night was going to be going incredibly well…
Bringing Mothron into your home went as well as you possibly could have hoped. She was curious over a great number of things, much more so than a so-called ‘ordinary human’ should have been. Before you could even ask, she explained it away as her ignorance due to hailing from a farm. A flimsy explanation, you figured, but you weren’t going to try and fight it.
She loved it there, however, and she very quickly said she felt like it was something of a second home. It wasn’t doubted due to how comfortable she was with jumping on the couch and curling up. Also while grabbing the nearest lamp and cradling it like a child.
She explained she had some very weird hobbies. You were inclined to agree.
The purpose of this visit was in the back of both of your heads the entire time. You grabbed dinner at some point, because you could tell you were going to need a lot of energy for later. Mothron claimed to not be very hungry. In the end, you gave her a portion of your food when her tummy grumbled and she kept staring at it like a needy puppy.
Showing off your bedroom was the last event of the night, at least before the big thing. Like everything else, she liked it. Adored it. Inquired about every little possible decoration and trinket, and listened intently with a big smile as you’d ramble on. You soon sat on your bed alongside her, locking eyes with a mutual smile.
“.. S-So.” She spoke up first, fiddling with her clawed fingers. She caught your eye again, but swiftly looked back away all overwhelmed. “Ah, I-I’m sorry! It’s just that… I’ve never been this close to a hu- a-a cute person before! I’ve been pretty shy all my life. I never thought… I never thought I’d get a chance like this, ever!”
“...💕” Taking her hand in yours, your thumb caressed against her palm. Mothron was reassured that she had no need to worry, that she was safe with you and could completely relax in your presence. The note about how her hesitance was utterly adorable made her burst into a smile that could only be described as ‘animalistic’. It was kind of cute when you took her monster girl nature into consideration.
She took your hand to her cheek, nuzzling into it almost like a pet. With surprising confidence, Mothron swung her leg around and ended up seated upon your lap. Mothcake firmly pushing into your crotch felt good, who knew? Her blubbery hindquarters were good enough on their own, but it was even better due to the fluff of her body.
“Do I – do I look nice? I-Is my body acceptable?” She asked, eyes wide and laced with a hint of worry.”
“...~ ” You told her it wasn’t just acceptable; she was the finest piece of fuckmeat you’d ever seen in your life. A bit bold, but it worked wonders if her tomato-red face was anything to go off of.
“F-Fuckmeat! I always dreamed of getting called that, GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!! ” Okay, the laugh is maybe a bit too monstrous, but that can be worked with. “Oh, you studmuffin, you! You’re what I always dreamed of! Now.. let me return the favor!”
Before you even had the chance to infer how she would repay you, Mothron brought you into a deep kiss immediately. Two pairs of lips locked together, her tongue bashed against the doors to beg for entry. You accepted, happily. Her greedy slurpmuscle bounced around with vigorous energy, so much so that just the tonguekissing was making your loins feel like they were already getting to enter inside something.
It was sloppy. Desperate. Uncouth. Drool seeped from the corners of both of your lips, and hers seemed to taste just like nectar. You realized again how close you two became when she pressed her body forward more firmly. Fat, wobbling chestjugs squishing against you, thighs squeezing around your hips, and her bottomheavy monsterphat beginning to rub back and forth across your lap.
She was letting her sexual instincts take right over, and couldn’t just neglect your bulge for very long. It strained against your pants, and strained even harder against her uncovered flesh. The fur covering her pussy seems to have parted by now, a silent hint that it was getting closer and closer to go-time.
The amount of slop that leaked out seemed to be far higher than what a normal human should stream out. Hands traveled along her body, starting at the shoulders. Your firm but loving squeeze told her to soothe herself as much as she can, advice she immediately took to heart. The next pitstop was those breasts. You squeezed at them through the flimsy shirt, fondling with tender care before ramping it up into quiver-inducing gropes.
To be a big tease, it was cut short right as she seemed to whine the loudest. Her pout that was directed to you didn’t last for very long. Third was those hips, wide and built for child-bearing. Frustration gave way to embarrassment after how hard you stared at them, for her beating her knew that you would only have one thought on the brain.
Unlike her, you weren't exactly eager to have some children right now.
A few squeezes were given to her thighs. Thick, broad, and probably enough to choke a man out or crush a watermelon… tempted as you are to go lower and rub her fuzzy legs, you’re not sure if she might freak out when attention to her not very human parts is given.
Lastly, there was the real meat. You didn’t get many chances to stare at it when showing her around the town, but you could fucking hear those wobblemounds colliding with every step she took. So tantalizing, and you couldn’t say for sure if it was more erotic to know of them that way than to have actually gotten to stare.
And here you were, hours later, bringing your fingers over to grip deeply into the flab.
A raging hard-on met a ready pussy that leaked with girlgush, and you groaned alongside her gasps as the fabric pumped across her bare skin. Despite the clear obstacle, it was cherished. If someone didn’t step up to take control of the situation again, it very well may run out of control.
You forced yourself to stop, and clamped at Mothron’s hips extra hard to stop her hipmotions. She whined initially, but stopped with a flat mouth and wide eyes when she noticed your suddenly bare mast flopping against her tummy.
“S-So this is what the real thing looks like bare!” Mothron coiled one finger around your shaft, suddenly stroking along it without warning. Jolts of euphoria get sent through your body, the low moans driving her to keep up.
“...!” Mothron is reminded that while this was nice, you really, really needed to be inside of her in the next two minutes. The next two seconds is what you would have liked to say, but you didn’t want to come off as too demanding.
“I apologize!” She spouted out. She let go of the megaheated girth as if it were on fire, tilting herself back just a little. “This is the first time I’ve been so c-close with somebody. I must sound like a broken record right now, but, I can’t even begin to explain how much this means to me. To feel someone’s love rushing deeply inside of you and washing all of the pain and loneliness away, oh, it is what I have always DREAMED! Go on, take me now, and I will be yours forever…~!”
She dramatically threw her arms up and behind her head, arching her back and forcing her hips out to grind passionately against your dick. Goodness, she really was so fuckin’ ready . “...” You’d explained that before you could begin, you needed one little thing. You reached under your bed and dug into the box, and pulled out the item before flashing it to Mothron.
“!!!” A condom. You weren’t looking to become a parent, that’s too much responsibility to bear, at this very moment. Perhaps Mothron could end up becoming a life-long partner after all, but it still wasn't wise to clog her womb with your thick swimmers on the first date.
She was dead silent for a short while. And then, she laughed. She threw her head back and laughed, holding her stomach as she nearly doubled over from the laughter, wiping a tear away. “Ohohoh, w-what a good joke . Ahh.. you– you are joking. Right?” Right then, her gaze became deadly serious. You ought to choose your next words very carefully.
You replied with a “no”, after weighing and fearing the results of either reply. Mothron’s arms dropped to her sides, her eyes widened and mouth going flat. Apparently, it was the wrong answer that you had picked out.
“You want to use a condom? A… a condom? You don’t want to go bare? You.. don’t want to breed me.. and give me your children?” The sides of her lips curled upwards into the kind of smile that only serial killers would wear. But rather than fear for your life, it was fear for your pelvis that sprung forth.
Mothron, in a fit of rage, began tearing at her clothes to reveal her true status as a monster girl. Something you knew for a while, but ruining the moment may be cause for greater anger.
“WHAT KIND OF MANIAC ARE YOU!? NONONONONO— I… I CAN’T PASS THIS FUCKING CHANCE UP, NOT WHEN MY HOPELESS FEMCEL ASS FINALLY HAS IT! NEED! BREED! NEED! BREED! NEED! BREED!” Mothron started that two word chant, and whether you liked it or not, there was a wide gaping hole in your pants that your cock sprang right out of.
If only she pulled them down instead of doing that..!
Her wet bottom lips were hovering just a mere centimeter above your cock, and you knew that when she ended up dropping all of her weight down, there was not going to be any going back.
Fear overwhelmed you. Paralyzed you. No, not just fear, but… but what? Fear and… and… and…?
FLAP.. FLAP.. FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP~✨
You almost didn’t notice it, but the wings on her back were suddenly flapping with herculean strength. The sound was deafening, and could be likened to the whirring of a helicopter’s blades. Closer inspection revealed there was pink and sparkly dust floating through the air. Every bit of it surrounded the both of you, and many bits launched right at you.
It soaked into your pores. You inhaled it through the nose. Took it into your mouth. A profound and bottomless amount of lust seemed to overtake you at that moment. It consumed your entire being, and it was no longer the fear that held you back. In fact, it seemed to completely dissipate.
The only emotion you could now feel was untapped, unquenchable AROUSAL. Mothron didn’t cease her hypnotic chanting, and in fact, it only grew more repetitious and loud.
Her voice and how it enunciated each word was the only thought that occupied your brain. NEED. BREED. NEED. BREED. NEED. BREED.
Your fingers had a death grip on her torso, and Mothron gave you just one more creepy beaming smile. After that? Everything was an absolute blur.
SLAM.
She threw herself down, and in that very same second, flung herself back up. Mothron wasn’t bouncing up terribly far, she barely even moved up to the halfway point. The feeling of your meat clogging up her insides was one she wished to cherish forever, and her actions showed that.
You always wondered how monster girl pussy felt. Now, you see why they are called monster girls. Her inner walls may have been human in shape, but the feel of it was… it– was there even any word in the tongue of man that could describe such a thing, actually? No, perhaps not, you thought to yourself at that moment. It could be argued that trying to figure that out at a time like this was a little strange, but it was what your feeble, decaying brain tried to do in order to comprehend all of this mortifying pleasure.
It was good. Too good. Your hold on her stood firm, like hanging onto the very edge of a cliff. Tears trailed down your cheeks, mixing together with the pints of sweat that were pouring out of your body. Every inch of your body was screaming, the sheer amount of strain this witch put you through being enough to make a lesser prepared person pass out!
You guessed that much due to the occasional fading of your vision into pure black. Eyes fluttering closed, then shooting back open. With each time, the bits of black were replaced by a pastel pink. The sluggish feeling faded, and a huge burst of energy was injected into your veins. There must’ve been a bit of a delayed reaction with that wingdust, but now that it took you over…
The grasp on her was readjusted. Now with the intent of keeping her still and exerting dominance rather than holding onto her for support. Your eyes locked with hers. Mothron’s dazzling red sea shimmered even brighter, for she knew that she created a monster.
Her bouncing came to a halt, and yet the ridiculously noisy poundsession was going just as strong — or rather, thrice as strong.
Eyes dragging down, you could now see and feel it was your very own hips that were swinging upwards as if to bruise the back of her womb. It was, probably due to the aphrodisiac dust, effortless on your end to move in so deep that there was no space left for you to fit inside of.
“YyyAAAAYYYY!!! HNNRFHHSOGOODSOGOOD HUMANCOCKISTHEBEESSSHTT!!! T-THEY WERE ALL RIiiIGHTTT… NO FEELING COMPARES TO W-WHEN YOU FINALLY CATCH A HUMAN AND MAKE THEM INTO YOUR MEATDILDO~!”
A sudden and swift SPANK to her round glutes remind her that you are much more than a dildo right now. Like she wanted, you were in complete control.
“WEEHHH..~” She whined obediently. Her hands were promptly perched right above her bust, leaning back a little as if to present her body. Mothron all but gave you consent to feel up whatever you wanted to…
Your head pushed forth until your lips were buried into the fuzzy collar of her neck, trailing kisses along and raising the question of where she could feel that just as intensely as if it were on her skin.
Mothron’s sudden shudders and a little flutter of the wings was a more than welcome answer.
“...💗 ” Into her fluff, you’d murmur just how thoroughly you were going to BREED this woman. Back when you were more… sober, so to speak, you’d describe every bit of her as beautiful. Now, you’d instead say that every single part of this lady was built for SEX .
That same piece of obscene assfat that teased you with clapping all night was now dug into, palms thumping down against the cushions another time before both sets of fingers attempt to mold it like dough. So soft, so good. Too soft, too good.
Suddenly, the mothgirl was whisked into the air by you, holding her up and shocking even her with your sudden physical might. Even when they didn’t appear to be, monstergirls were quite weighty. Therefore, any that could get picked up like it was nothing by their human would be flustered to extreme degrees.
“EEEEEK~!!! THIS IS SO– HUFFFHH!! OH, M-MY HEART WILL LITERALLY STOP IF YOU KEEP THIS UP MY LIGHT! OOHH!” Mothron squeaked and whined so cutely over it, too. Her pussy’s clutch felt downright crushing, yet oddly so easy to slide in and out of because of her leaking with enough cuntslop to drown in. Whenever your dick would pulse more firmly within, Mothron’s inner folds compressed back and excreted more gruel.
THROB— SQRRSSH . THROB— CLNNCCCHH . THROB— GGRHHRRPPSSHH .
Her body used everything in its arsenal to provide one final challenge for you to overcome. Leap over this mountain, and she is yours forever. Quite literally beat that pussy up, force it into submission, and nonstop bedbreaking mothsex is yours.
Who wouldn’t leap with excitement at the prospect? You were not exempt from that, your heels bouncing off the floor with your powerful pounds.
PLAPPLAPPLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPPLAPPLAPSHMACKPLAPCLAP~💖💖💕💞💥
Her backside was getting completely mauled with gropes, and her vision was growing blurry not unlike how yours was at the very start of this. Poor thing felt this was bad enough, but nothing could have prepared her for moving towards her bosom to– SHLURP~💋 SHLOP~💋 MWAH~💋 FFSSHLROOOOURSSSHHP~💋
… to, ahem , let your lips mate with her titfuzz. A familiarly warm pair of arms draped around your shoulders, her warm eyes not ever tearing from your visage, not even to simply blink. She writhed from the throes of the most intense orgasm to ever rock her body thus far, trying to hold it back just a little bit but ultimately failing.
While giving in, there was but one word Mothron could let out in a pleading tone.
“BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED…”
Mothron pleaded desperately for you, legs crossing around your waist. Her insides gave you just one more hopeless wringing, a more thickened batch of ooze trickling out.
With a smile, you nodded against her chest. For a quite brief second, your palms let go of her bottom, allowing her to drop down an inch or two. Quick as you could manage, you flung your hips to the sky and smacked upwards with your hands, blessing her with one final deep thrust that’d give her the satisfaction she needed, and deserved.
You kept yourself all the way in there, and brought her into a dominant smooch while emptying every individual droplet of babybatter in your tanks into their final destination. Pregnancy was a guarantee with the amount pushed inside of her.
Your energy was fading. Slowly, at first, but the woman you were carrying was getting heavier by the second. But you succeeded, you won . Made her the happiest mothgirl in the world, knocked her the fuck up and knocked her up good.
Thump… thump… thump…
Your heavy footsteps started dragging you back towards the bed, the two of you crying out when you finally fell back onto it. She probably thought it to be on purpose, but she was made to slam down onto your dick and damn near cream again as you landed on your back.
The room was filled with panting. Mothron stretched her hand out with a gasp, holding your cheek and looking down with an enormous smile you’d never be able to forget about if you tried.
“... You really a-are the brightest light in my world now, darling.” She told you, cupping one of your cheeks. Blissful, happy tears were trailing from each eye, and you were beginning to feel affected by the newly emotional mood yourself…
Until Mothron briskly sat up, the sluggishness she moved with a moment ago completely gone.
“Phew! That was a very good first round, I’m looking forward to the other hours of our breeding session, my light~!”
…
FIRST ROUND? OTHER HOURS!?
While Mothron rolled her hips to stir your cock some, you held up your hands to frantically explain that you were not built for more of this right now .
Expectedly, and unfortunately, she wasn’t quite having that.
“Oh, nonsense! My wingdust was enough to give you the energy to go for hours. Ah, but is this the ‘refractory period’ my sisters told me about that some humans have? Hmm. They always told me to just ignore it and wreck this pelvis with my hips anyway, but it’d be mean to not take you into consideration when you pumped me with so much semen! Hold on!”
A grunt came out when she removed herself from your girthy meatpole. Somewhat regretful, but at least she wasn’t starting to use you when you were still so sensitive.
Mothron swung her lower half of the bed, breasts pancaking into the mattress as she guided your tip towards her lips.
“I’m sure that a blowjob will be enough to give you your energy back, my light! Uuuu, I’ve always been so EAGER to feel a gorgeously fat cock tickling my tonsils! Just be sure to avoid busting again, please, or I’ll be very upset!”
“...!” Was she crazy? You still probably needed a bit after all that , and no way you could avoid cu—
“GLURRP~💦 GLRRSHPGLRRKGLRRKSHLRRPGLRRKSHLRRPGHLFRFSHK. ”
Fucking madwoman. She grabbed onto the lower part of the base with both hands, stroking you along and going GAWK-GAWK on the rest of it. Fuck, her mouth honestly felt just as good as her pussy did, and it was arguably a little worse because of the addition of that tongue. Squirming in every direction constantly, spreading its thick saliva on every bit of your rod.
All of the horsepower and drive you used to fuck this girl into submission a few mere minutes ago? Her neck swerved twice that, and seemingly without any of the same effort, sweat and tears put into it.
You were agonizing over it, thrashing! The worst part of it was that she didn’t seem to be paying you any mind. You didn’t really matter, your thoughts didn’t really matter, all that did was this delicious cock of yours. What was it she said about being a meatdildo earlier? Hell, it was right.
Not even a full minute into it just yet, and the throbbing of your log was back to the peak. Her delicate, oddly textured hands were a new and foreign feeling, and one you could definitely get used to. The tickling feeling of the fuzzy cuffs just barely brushing against you was just perfection. And her rigid, warm, wet and cockswallowing throat made your mind run wild with BREEDBREEDBREEDBREED all over again.
Blame would not be given to you if you were to let it all out right now. After all, she blew dick like a vacuum cleaner, and you just had the hottest climax of all time just prior.
THROB!
Hopefully she won’t be too upset.
SPURRRTTT SPRRTT SPRRSSHTT SPLURRTTsshhh💦💦
Another batch shot itself out, albeit a bit more watery and run-down than the last. Right on cue, her neck’s jerk movements stopped. Whimpering like a dog, you allowed yourself to rest very briefly.
Strangely, Mothron was dead silent. And the moment you perked your head to ask her if everything was fine, you saw wide, shiny red eyes glaring at you with anger.
“My… my liiight~ I thought I told you NOT to bust, you silly!” Face red with rage, she stood, towering above you. Did – was… was she always that tall?
Your beloved turned around as she stood on the edge of the bed, the room’s dim light shining off her massive bulbous mothmeat. Seeing so much ass before you should be a beautiful sight, not a terrifying one.
“How could you? How? Wasting all of your delicious seed on something that isn’t GIVING ME YOUR CHILDREN. Eheheh. I’m sorry, I really didn’t want to have to give into my base urges. But you give me no choice .”
WHAM~💖💔
Your human eye couldn’t even process her speed of light drop, and she was mounting your wombkisser before you knew it.
SLAM-CLAP-SLAM-CLAP-SLAM-CLAP-SLAM-CLAPCLAPCLAP~💥💥💥
And then, throwing her hips up before dropping herself all the way down onto you with cataclysmic, bed-creaking force. Mothron’s hole was like a fucking hydraulic press on your dick, and you were shooting out more ropes the moment the riding began. You gripped hard onto the sheets for support, but it instantly became apparent the bed was what’d really need support.
CREAAAAK– SNAP .
Poor thing really broke down trying to handle all of Mothron’s blubberquaking, the sound of it emphatic enough to bring up genuine worries of going deaf over it. You could only barely hear her own voice over all that.
“BREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEYESYESYESYESSSSHH… P-PLEAASSEE HOLD ON MY LIGHT, I-I PROMISE I’LL ONLY MAKE THIS TAKE EIGHT HOURS INSTEAD OF EIGHTEEN! NOW GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR THICK F-FUCKING HELPINGS OF SPUNK - oOOooHH ThAATSSH ITTT. 💖💖”
You croaked like a frog and felt another load leave you right as she was begging for it. So much pleasure consumed you that it made you feel miserable but… at least Mothron was having the time of her life, right? Squeals at the top of her lungs, asscheeks beating together with vigorous passion, and going through more climaxes than you were right now.
Everything was beginning to go numb. Blank. Your vision faded, and the last few things you could hear was the FLAP-FLAP~✨ of moth wings, spreading more of that heavenly dust around. Pink. Pink. Pink. You saw pink. You heard pink. You felt pink. You smelled pink. You tasted pink.
Mothron was babbling on more about some probably lewd and inane things, you couldn’t really tell at this point.
Your final act was one last deep and loving thrust inside, tip smooching into her womb to give a makeshift kiss goodnight. It was hard to tell if she noticed that and understood the intent, but a firm squeeze from her cunt and an immediate climax must’ve been a surefire sign.
With a smile on your face, you let yourself drift off to sleep. Every part of your body except what was necessary for breeding shut off, free to get used by Mothron until she finally tired herself out.
Pink surrounded you. It overtook you, consumed every part of your being. Beautiful pink. Cute pink. Heart throbbing pink. Precious, lovely and spermwrenching pink.