4 comments — live from bluesky
"Oh my...well, I haven't met another before, but I will safely state you are the most beautiful moth. And the most breedable~"
"Now now I don't know if we don't wanna compare and contrast. But I don't know if I like the term 'breedable'."
"Of course, I'm sure there are many examples of beauty, but apologies. I'll refrain from using that term for you. It is a very appealing outfit, and not one I expected the shy spider saviour to wear~"
"Right right, there are... And everyone has different perspectives! And thank you. But I may be shy but it doesn't mean I don't like to look pretty every so often."
She pouts.
Seductive indeed.
“Moth nipples”
"Um...yes."
“Nice…..moth milk”
She'd seem to hide in her fluff.
"T-Thank you."
“Shy now?”
"Wasn't expecting the compliment is all."
“At this point when it comes to me, it’s pretty expected “
"The compliments? I mean... I wasn't expecting that, normally some quirky humor."
“Like smother my booty with honey and call me your dirty bumblebee?”
…… He’s just standing there, staring.
The moth curiously staring back. "Far...?"
He’s taking those deep breaths again.
The ones he used when he’s restraining himself and his urges.
She’s got him acting up-
She would sigh before happily going to snuggle into her husband. He doesn't need to act a fool. She's right here. And she loves being right next to him.
Plus more night time snuggles are nice.
Holding her tightly a hand found her rear and a pair of lips pushed into her own as he allowed his wife to feel just how possessive of her he was.
It didn’t always pop up, but at times his draconic instincts flared up and demanded he remind his moth wife that she was his.