Life in the Woods With an Injured Mothgirl


Still not heavily proofed or anything, I tried to do most of that as I brought it together. Like I said in the incomplete rentry, this is my attempt at trying some (mostly) non-coom writing, and putting some work in to improving my writing's composition and style so it's not cancerous fanfiction garbage. We're not quite there yet, but I'm slowly improving the readability of these things, so that's a start.
Anyways, let me know what you think of this story. It's a pretty big deviation from what I'm usually doing with AI Dungeon, not to mention a large shift in how I write. Feedback/hatemail is appreciated.
Enjoy.
You are Anon, a quiet soul who lives on a small homestead in the alpine forests. You have a comfortable cabin where you spend most of your time, and a garden that you tend as one of your hobbies. Living in a forest, especially one this close to the mountains, means that you run into all sorts of strange wildlife during your daily chores. One day, when you're out scavenging for some wild herbs, you come across a bizarre sight in the undergrowth. A humanoid creature lies on the forest floor, sprawled out and clearly injured. You approach cautiously, getting close enough to see that the creature is actually a Mothgirl.

You've heard about Mothgirls living in the mountain forests here, but you've never seen one before. She's unconscious and clearly hurt, covered in nasty cuts and bruises. Her body is a strange sight, cloaked in patches of thick and fluffy fur, a set of antennae on her head, two pairs of arms, and a pair of wings on her back. You're more concerned about her injured condition though, carefully setting a hand on one of her arms to see if she's responsive.

She isn't. The Mothgirl is still breathing though, which means you have a chance to save her. Barely even thinking, you scoop her up in your arms and take her back to your cabin. Bringing her through the front door, you gently set the Mothgirl down on your sofa and set to work on the task of helping her recover.
You cut off the Mothgirl's tattered, bloodstained clothing to check for any serious wounds. You find a few bruises and slice marks from what appears to have been some kind of creature, but no life-threatening damage. You sterilize the cuts with alcohol, wipe them clean of dirt and pus, and bandage them up. Fortunately, you have most of the supplies you need to help her out right here in your cabin.

Though the Mothgirl is still unresponsive, you worry that he might be on the edge of becoming dehydrated. Even if she's not, she'll eventually need nourishment to heal, and you don't know if she's going to wake anytime soon. You resolve to feed her something liquid, but you're not sure where to start. What do Mothgirls even eat? Or drink?
You've got fruit juice, but that's probably a bit too sugary for her right now. You've got water, which is definitely not the best idea for someone in her condition. You've also got a supply of alcohol, left over from the few times you've tried to make alcoholic drinks out of wild berries. Judging by the taste of some of them, they were never meant to be fermented.

It occurs to you that blending something sweet with a dilutant might help. Honey and milk is familiar combination to a human like you, and it seems like a plausible substitute for nectar. You heat up some milk on a pan on the stove and melt a pat of butter in it. While this is heating you go to your cupboard and pull out a jar of honey, and one of the many empty containers you've saved from fruit preserves. You add the honey into the milk, and start stirring in the butter until it's mixed in. You pour in a dash of cinnamon and continue stirring. You taste a bit and realize that it's too sweet. You're about to add some water, when you realize that having be extra sweet is probably a good thing for her. You take the mixture off the stove and set it down on the counter, before pouring some of it in the glass jar you set aside. Once there's enough of it in the jar, you leave the rest of the mixture on the stove to keep it warm, before returning to the Mothgirl on your couch with the jar of honey milk in hand. You kneel down on the floor in front of the couch and hold the jar in front of the Mothgirl's antennae. You pause, wondering if you should actually try to feed it to her, or just wait until she wakes up so she can do it herself.

You decide to go ahead and feed it to her. This is going to be your life for who knows how long, you might as well get used to it. You bring the jar up to her mouth and slowly pour some of the mixture in. You're a little clumsy at first, and she doesn't swallow to begin with, so some of the drink runs down her face as you try and get it into her mouth. With a gentle hand under her chin, you manage to coax her to swallow, before pouring more of the drink into her mouth once again. You continue pouring and feeding her, until most of the mixture is gone, then pull the jar away. You watch as the Mothgirl swallows a final time, before lying her head back on your pillow. She looks peaceful now. Like a child that has just eaten a full meal.

Fed, bandaged, and comfortable, you're now quite satisfied with the Mothgirl's condition. You check one last time to make sure she's comfortable, before resolving to let her sleep. You're too anxious to just leave her side though, so you draw up a chair from your dining table and set it a few feet away from the couch. You take a seat, and take moment to observe the Mothgirl's features in detail. Her fur is a light brown, and her wings are no different. The main distinction between her wing color and her hair color is that the wing color seems to have faded somewhat with age. The hair on her head is tied up in a bun shape, held together by a black hair-tie. You're not really sure how Mothgirls age, but if you had to guess, she looks older than you. You reach a hand out to gently stroke her head, then stop yourself. You don't want to risk waking her, but you're filled with a deep desire to touch her hair. You wonder if all Mothgirls are this beautiful, or if it's just this one in particular. You've never seen another Mothgirl before, so you don't know.

You continue to ponder about the mysteries surrounding Mothgirls. You wonder where they originally came from, how they live in the forests without being attacked by the wolves and bears that live there, and how this one in particular ended up so far away from the forests where other Mothgirls probably are. You know Mothgirls are mostly peaceful creatures, not prone to violence. Even then, your knowledge is still vague. You've never seen one until today, and they've always struck you as more of a cryptid than anything real. You haven't even seen another human being in a few years, but before then you had heard passing shreds about Mothgirls. Still though, what you know and what you've heard didn't remotely prepare you for the creature that's now lying on your couch, unconscious.

She's otherworldly in many ways, with a broad pair of velvet wings tucked beneath her snoozing body. She has two pairs of arms, for a total of four, resting on her torso and slightly snuggled into one of the many patches of fur that run across her body. You look back up at her head, and notice her fern-shaped antennae once again. They seem to be made of a similar material to her wings, colored a light brown and vaguely fuzzy, resting against her head as though to suggest they're not in use. Despite the fact that her eyes are closed, you can tell that they're a little larger than a human's. As you look at her, you can't help but feel the overwhelming urge to touch her fur. It looks so soft and cuddly, and you haven't felt anything like it since you were a child.

You reach out your hand once again, stroking the fur that rings her neck. It really is as soft as it looks. You've never felt anything like it. You feel a tingling in your chest, and pull your hand away. The Mothgirls seems to stir very lightly, before settling back into a deep sleep. You take another look at her, and realize with quite a bit of embarrassment that she's still naked after you cut away her clothing. You look around the room for something to give her so she can have some semblance of privacy, before you spot a large blanket in the cupboard. You pull it out and drape it over her body, so that only her head pokes out. You don't want to wake her, but you also can't help but wonder about her.

What is a Mothgirl doing way out here? You know they make their homes high in the mountains, but this is quite a detour for one to make. At the very least, you're glad that you happened to come across her. You doubt if any other human being could have helped her, considering you're the only person around these woods for miles. Mentally shrugging, you decide to make something for dinner, since the daylight outside your window is fading. You set some of the meat you hunted earlier to thaw over your fireplace, and crack open a can of beans from one of your cupboards to heat it up as well. After your dinner has been devoured, you settle down for the night. As you return to your chair near the couch, it occurs to you that the Mothgirl probably needs to be fed again. Thankfully, you made more honey milk in anticipation of this outcome. Returning to your stove, you find the pot has kept warm enough that reheating the mixture takes no time at all. You retrieve the jar from the couch side table, and refill it with the freshly heated honey milk. You bring it back to the couch, and move to feed the Mothgirl once more.

You're a lot less clumsy this time around, and the Mothgirl seems almost hungrier with how quickly she starts to swallow the milk and honey without your help. You watch as she drinks, and notice her antennae twitch every now and then. They're quite long, and would probably be a hassle in tight spaces. After finishing off the mixture, she seems to relax a bit, snuggling deeper into the couch and against the blanket you have on top of her. You watch her for a while, before a yawn catches you by surprise. It's been a long day for you, so you decide that it is time to sleep. Making sure the fire is going and the blanket is still covering the Mothgirl, you sit down in your chair across from the couch with a blanket of your own. You do your best to try and watch over the Mothgirl for the night, but sleep eventually gets to you.

You awake to a loud noise, and find that the noise came from the Mothgirl thrashing about in her sleep. She looks like she is trapped in a nightmare, and her antennae are waving about wildly. You feel like there should be something you can do, but you don't know what. Nervous to do anything drastic, you opt to take one of the pillows from your lounger next to the couch and slide it into the Mothgirl's arms, which are waving around in an unconscious panic. She seems to calm down a bit as she hugs the pillow, and you decide to get some breakfast ready. After fixing yourself some eggs and bacon, you check on the Mothgirl again, to find her still sleeping. You sit back in your chair and watch her for a while. Her brown patches of fur and pale white skin contrast to give her a very distinctive appearance, and her large wings are folded against her back. They seem to be covered in a light layer of velvet-like fur, with a few strange patterns visible from what little of her wings peek out from under her body and the blanket. She's tightly snuggling the pillow you gave her with two of her arms, while the other two keep tight fistfuls of the blanket drawn against her body. You're still not used to the sight of her multiple strange features, but she has a sort of otherworldly beauty to her. She looks peaceful in her sleep, and you're glad that she was able to calm down.

You realize that you should probably keep feeding her. The honey and milk mixture you've been feeding her seems to have worked just fine so far, which is why you decide to make it again. While you're at it, you also make some for yourself. After finishing another decently sized batch of the mixture, you check on the Mothgirl again. She's still fast asleep. This time you have two glasses of the warmed honey and milk. Setting your own glass on the small end table near the couch, you keep the other glass in hand and move to feed the Mothgirl her drink. You're a lot more accustomed to the process of feeding her liquids now, and she seems a little more used to it as well. You barely even have to coax her to swallow anymore. She is still quite hungry, her body almost chugging the honey milk as you feed it to her. After a few moments, the glass is empty, and the Mothgirl has a warm smile on her face. Her body snuggles into the couch, pulling her pillow and blanket tight against her as she seems to drift back into a deeper sleep.

You set the glass down on the table, and immediately sit down in your lounger. You curl up in the corner of it, wrapping your arms around your knees and setting your chin upon them as you watch her sleep. She's as beautiful as she is ethereal. You feel your heart flutter as you watch her sleep in the dim lighting of dawn. Her large, almost dainty fingers, her long slender legs, her fluffy fur, and that lovely smile on her face-
You shake your head, sitting down in your lounger properly to take a drink of honey milk from your glass. What's gotten into you? You've never been this heavily invested in someone before, let alone a monstergirl. You wring your hands, nervous as you watch her sleep. It's been a very long time since anybody came near your homestead. Even longer since you've been in the company of another person. Maybe all this isolation is finally getting to you. A large part of you is still fearful of her strange features, but there's a piece of your soul that finds her odd attributes to hold an alluring beauty. She's like a big, fuzzy angel, napping on your couch. You set your glass down on the small table beside your lounger, and you return to your wooden chair closer to the couch, watching her sleep. You've been awake for a while now, but you don't feel tired in the slightest. Your thoughts are jumbled, but your mind is racing. You watch as the Mothgirl shifts in her sleep, her antennae twitching slightly.

You find your eyes drawn to the large wings on her back. They're folded up behind her, almost looking like a cloak or a blanket that's wrapped around the half of her body your blanket doesn't cover. You've never seen anything quite like it. Most creatures that have wings have pterodactyl-like membranes, leathery or feathered wings that allow for flight. These are something different. They're larger than her body, almost like sails on a boat, but with far more tensile strength in them. They're soft and fuzzy like the rest of her, and you find yourself wondering what they'd feel like to touch. You catch yourself thinking about touching the Mothgirl again, and silently chastise yourself. You're a caretaker for an injured creature, not a little boy at a petting zoo.

The Mothgirl shifts again as she sleeps, turning her head to face you. Her antennae twitch slightly, and then her eyes open slowly. She stares at you, those large eyes of hers drawing into the depths of your soul. You feel a lump form in your throat, and you find it hard to look away from her gaze. Her eyes are paralyzingly beautiful, like two amethysts encrusted in diamonds that shine with an inner glow. Holding her gaze is difficult, but breaking it is impossible. You feel like you could sit there staring at her for eternity, and still want more. The Mothgirl slowly raises her hand up, extending her index finger towards your direction. She reaches for your face, touching your cheek with her finger as she taps it lightly.

"You." She whispers. Her voice is quiet and soothing, but tinged with an otherworldly tone. "You saved me."

You nod your head, finding yourself unable to speak. You slowly reach out your hand, wrapping your fingers around her extended index finger. Your hands touch as she holds her hand still, your fingers wrapping around her finger.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, gently lowering her hand and placing it back on her pillow.

"Tired." She replies, her eyes slowly closing. "So very tired."

You watch as the Mothgirl falls back asleep, her eyes closing as she loses consciousness once more. Silence returns, and you sit in you chair with a dumbstruck stare. You turn your head, glancing at the Mothgirl as you try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel your face flush red. You stand up from your chair and move towards the door, exiting your cabin to stand on the front porch. Leaning against the doorframe, you take a few deep breaths and try to process what just happened. You saved a Mothgirl from certain death. She's not an animal, like the numerous forest creatures you've rescued in the past. You smile as you remember all of those happy times, watching injured animals rise back to health in your care to be free again. This is different though. You can't really describe it, but you know it is. You love animals. You love playing with them, caring for them, and saving their lives. Your connection to nature is something you take great pride in. But this is different.

You've never felt this way about an animal before. You've never felt this way about any person before. Is this love? No, it can't be. You just met this Mothgirl, how can you be in love with her already? That's not how these things work, your mind is just playing tricks on you due to the circumstances of your meeting. It's a feeling of protection mixed with the odd emotions stoked by her humanoid form. Somehow this conclusion fails to soothe your aching head and swirling thoughts.
You head back inside and sit down in your chair, staring at the Mothgirl. She's beautiful, even with her injuries. Your feelings of protectiveness are stronger than ever. You need to make sure she's safe, to watch over her. She's counting on you for her every need. Food, water, safety. You need to be there for her, and you won't fail. Mornings slips into afternoon as you keep your vigil at the Mothgirl's side for a few more hours. The pains of hunger and the chill of a dying fireplace finally compel you to rise from your chair and do something else. Lunch is in order, as is gathering more firewood. The fire is dying, and the birds and other forest creatures would appreciate the company.

You exit your cabin while throwing on a coat, and find that the sun is shining brightly overhead. It's a bit of a pleasant surprise, as you thought it was later in the day than it actually is. The walk to your pile of firewood is short, just a few paces from the backdoor of your cabin. Splitting some of the larger logs will be necessary soon, but this time you just opt to take from your existing stack of quartered wood. Loading up on several good size pieces of fuel, you return to your cabin with full arms. Getting the fire back to a healthy size is a simple task, and you're free to make lunch again in no time while the cabin warms back up. Not feeling inclined towards any particular offering of food, you decide to pull a cut of meat from your fridge and cook it on your stove.

Cooking the meat is simple, something you've done in a trusty cast iron skillet on your stove what must be hundreds of times. After what's really no work at all, you have an excellently cooked piece of meat to eat for lunch. You sit down at your table and enjoy the meat, savoring its seasoned taste and delicious juices. It's amazing what you can accomplish when your belly isn't grumbling from hunger. The time passes by as you think about your next course of action. The Mothgirl is still in need of a name, and you are far too preoccupied with her to leave the house today. No point in going out and doing work when she's here, right? As the hours pass, you find yourself staring at her more and more often. She probably needs more nourishment, especially since she still seems so tired.

You hurry to your fridge and look through it for anything that might pass as edible for a Mothgirl. What do they even eat, anyway? The honey and milk you've been making seems to have worked just fine, but you don't have any more of that right now. There's not much else you can think of, but it's just as you're running short on inspiration that your wandering hands find the container of apple juice you have in the door of the fridge. Perhaps she'd like that? It's sweet, and should be easy on her stomach if she's still feeling weak. Besides, it seems natural that a Mothgirl would enjoy fruit juice, especially given how much she seemed to like the milk and honey you made. It's worth a try, at least. You fill up a tall glass with the golden juice, and take it over to the couch. As you approach, the Mothgirl's antennae begin to twitch, leaning towards the glass in your hands. It's a little surprising to see her antennae reacting while she's unconscious, but that must be from either hunger or instinct. Well, she's going to be awake soon enough, and you're certainly curious to see what she does when she sees the glass.

You place the glass on the end table of the couch, sitting in your chair to see what she does. As you do so, her eyes snap open, and immediately fixate on the glass. She stares at it for a moment, before her eyes dart to you. You give her a silent nod, gently motioning to the glass.

"Thirsty...thirstyy..." she whispers to herself, slowly moving her hands towards the glass.

As her four hands grope the air to try and reach the glass, you notice her lips part to reveal a smooth pink tongue. The fact that she has a tongue isn't very surprising. What is surprising is that it's long enough to make it to the glass of apple juice before her arms do. You watch on in a mix of awe and bewilderment as her tongue easily clears the three foot mark for length. The tip of it dips into the glass, and there's a small sucking noise as she starts to drain the apple juice from it. Her four arms reach the glass in short order, greedily yanking it off the table and hugging it close to her chest as she ravenously chugs its contents in between small noises of pleasure. She rocks back and forth as she drinks, eyelids fluttering as she seems to enjoy the apple juice with almost erotic enthusiasm.

You watch her for a moment, before you realize that you're just sitting there with your mouth hanging open. You quickly snap it shut, but the Mothgirl has already caught you staring. Her eyes widen as she notices you, and she slowly stops drinking from the glass.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" she asks, voice quiet but firm.

"You're in my cabin." You reply, not wanting to say too much else.

The Mothgirl looks around, as if taking in the cabin for the first time. Her eyes scan across the room, before they settle on you. She wrings her hands a bit, looking nervous, but still speaks. "Are you going to kill me?" she asks.

You are taken aback by this question. It takes you a moment to formulate an answer. "Goodness, no! I found you injured, in the woods. I brought you here so you could recover."

The Mothgirl looks at numerous bandages on her body, and you can see the confusion in her face. "So, you saved me?" she asks. Her voice is hopeful, but also tinged with fear.

You nod. "Yes, now you're safe." You reply, grabbing the now empty glass and getting to your feet. You move to the kitchen to retrieve more apple juice, turning away from the Mothgirl to open the fridge. Your back is to her, but you can feel her eyes on you.

"Thank you." She says softly, but you can hear the gratitude in her voice. You turn around, finding her lying down and using her arms as a pillow. "I feel safe with you."

You nod, smiling a bit. "I'm glad you trust me."

She smiles back at you, before yawning and closing her eyes. Before long, the rise and fall of her chest tells you that she's fallen asleep. You put the still empty glass in your hands away in the sink, deciding to let her rest instead of offering more food. You head to your bedroom, lying down in your bed. You stare up at the roof of your cabin, thinking about the girl that you saved. So little has changed from your brief interaction, but it feels like everything has changed, somehow. Your heart is beating fast, and you feel a strange feeling in your chest that you can't explain. It takes you a moment before you realize that you're feeling excited for the first time in years. You feel like running around and dancing, you want to shout from the rooftops that you've saved a life! You shake your head, feeling silly. You're acting childish, but you just can't contain your emotions right now. It's been years since you've felt anything but introspective apathy. You sigh happily as you fall into a deep sleep.

The hazy amber and purple lights of the sunrise streaming through your bedroom window is what wakes you, as is customary. You lie in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling as you wake up more. Once you're fully awake, you head to the kitchen to cook yourself some breakfast. You return to the main area of your cabin to find the Mothgirl tightly snuggled into the couch, curled into a fetal position with the pillow you gave her in her arms. The sight makes you smile. You've never had a girl in your house before, let alone one that's asleep! You're tempted to wake her with a surprise, but that would probably just scare her, so you decide against it. You prepare your meal and sit at the table, but your eyes are drawn to the Mothgirl. Curiosity gets the better of you as you wonder what kind of Mothgirl she is. Mothgirls have to come in different types, right? She's the only one you've ever seen, but it feels odd to you that there would only be one kind of Mothgirl. You decide to add it to the list of things you should ask her when she wakes up.

Finishing your meal, it occurs to you that the Mothgirl probably needs more food again. She really enjoyed the apple juice you gave her last time, but you're almost curious as to what other juices she'd like. The garden you tend to outside has a few berry bushes that you regularly pick from, and they might make excellent juice. You've never tried them as juice before, but their regular taste is already quite appealing. You wonder if the Mothgirl would like them, so you head outside to pick a few pints. You spend some time picking berries and then head back inside your cabin to make juice. The process is easy enough, and soon enough you've got several jars of berry juice in front of you. If she likes it, this should be enough to feed her for several days. Fetching a drinking glass from one of your kitchen cabinets, you pour some of the chilly juice into it and head over the to couch.

Just like last time, the sleeping Mothgirl's antennae begin to twitch as you sit down across from her with the glass of berry juice. After a moment, her eyes flutter open as she looks up at you. She doesn't seem startled this time, just a little confused.

"Ah, you're awake," you say as you hand her the glass of berry juice. Her eyes follow your hand and she watches the glass intently. It's almost like she's never seen one before.
She reaches out slowly and grabs the glass with two of her hands, bringing it up to her face.
Her eyes narrow as she inspects it briefly, before bringing it up to her face. She sniffs it cautiously, before suddenly gulping down the juice. Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes how delicious it is.

"Is it good?" you ask.

She nods her head rapidly as she downs the entire glass before holding it back up for more. You fill it back up and she begins drinking from it once more, holding the sides of the glass with two hands while her other two brace against the bottom of it.

"I've never seen someone drink juice so fast," you say in astonishment. She finishes the second glass and holds it back up for more. You refill it for her, and she begins drinking from it immediately. "Slow down, don't want you getting a stomach ache," you caution her.

She ignores you and drinks it all down as fast as before. Once she's finished she holds it back up to you with an extended arm while keeping two others tightly wrapped around the bottom of the glass.

With a gentle hand, you push the glass back and shake your head. "You've chugged a lot of that juice pretty quickly. You need to give it a rest before you have any more." The Mothgirl frowns in response, but doesn't try to argue or convince you.

Now that she's awake, you're reminded that her bandages are starting to get old, and need to be changed. You slowly motion a hand towards one of the bandages on her wing, before explaining yourself. "You've had these bandages on for a while. I need to change them so you can keep healing. Is that alright?" you ask.

She nods her head, and you begin to unravel the bandages from around her body. With the blanket no longer covering her, she's naked once more. It's quite flustering for you, but the Mothgirl doesn't seem to notice or care much at all.

"You're very good at changing bandages," she says as she watches you intently. "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm no doctor," you laugh, "but living out here in the woods quickly makes you good at tending to wounds." You continue to unwrap the bandages, exposing her skin once more. Her many cuts and bruises are looking a lot better, but most of the cuts are still red and swollen from the healing process.

"Have you taken care of me for very long?" she asks. Her voice is very quiet, and you have to strain your ears to hear her.

You take a moment to think, before answering her. "Two days now. This is your third day here. How long you were on the forest floor before I found you, I don't know."

"I see," she says. There is a long pause, as you change her bandages. "Can I ask your name?"

You look up from her wounds and into her eyes, pausing for a moment. "I'm Anon. What's your name?"

"My name is Anita," she says. Her voice is very quiet, and she seems to be a bit embarrassed.

You've never known a moth to have a name before. Moths are insects, after all, and insects don't have names. This one did though, and it's important that you make a good first impression. "That's a lovely name," you tell her. "It's very pretty."

"Thank you," she says, with a faint smile. She seems to be a bit less tense now that she's talking to you.

You continue to change her bandages, and she lets out an occasional squeak of pain as you clean and reapply the dressings to her wounds. She's still very quiet though, and makes no protest as you carry on with your work.

"Do you have a family?" you ask her, hoping to make conversation.

Her face darkens, as she looks away from you. "Not anymore," she answers. It seems you've struck a nerve, and any further questions along this line are met with short, cold answers.

You decide to change the subject. "Where were you going when I found you?"

"I was following the moonlight to try and find my way home," she explains. "The moon is a beacon that guides us on our journeys. Without it, we would be hopelessly lost."

"So how did you end up injured?" you ask.

"I was attacked," she says, with a hint of fear in her voice. "I was flying through the forest, when I heard a loud noise. It was a huge beast, like nothing I've ever seen before. It had large teeth, and thick fur. It growled at me, and I tried to fly away, but I tripped and fell. The beast tore me apart, and I was left to die. That's all I remember." She shakes slightly as the traumatic memories seem to be invading her thoughts.

Acting on protective instinct, you reach a hand out and gently place it on her shoulder. "That's in the past. You're safe now."

She smiles. "I know."

You smile back, before returning to your work. The rest of the procedure goes smoothly, and soon her wounds are changed. She seems a lot more comfortable now.

"There we go," you say. "All done."

"Thank you," she says. Her body has been properly bandaged, and she seems to have gotten over most of her fear and apprehension.

As a reward for her courage, you stand up and return to the kitchen with her empty glass and refill it with more berry juice. Her face lights up as she spots you returning to the couch with a full glass of juice in hand. She reaches out to take it from you, but as she does so, her arm jostles her injured wing. A small spurt of blood pushes against her bandages, and she lets out a small yelp. The sound makes you jump slightly, and you quickly hand her the glass so she can regain her composure.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"Y-yes," she answers. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine," you say. "Just take it slow. Enjoy the juice."

She smiles. "Thank you."

With that, she rests back on the couch and you return to your chair. Once she's steadied herself, Anita hungrily asserts her grip on the glass with all four of her hands and pushes her tongue into the juice. The somewhat familiar sucking noise of her consuming the juice through her tongue returns, and you can't help but watch on with perplexed interest. She looks up for a brief moment to catch you staring, and stops chugging the berry juice with a worried expression.

"Is there something wrong?" she asks, worried.

"Nothing at all," you say, smiling. "Just continue drinking. You must be thirsty."

She does as you say, and continues drinking from her glass. Once she's finished, she places the glass on the table beside the couch.

"Thank you for the drink," she says. "It was delicious."

"You're welcome," you reply. "I'm just glad to see you like it. Is everything I've been feeding you doing okay in terms of nourishment? I don't really know what Mothgirls eat, so I've been taking wild guesses."

"It's all perfect," she says. "I've never tasted anything so wonderful in all my life."

"Good," you say. "So, how are you feeling?"

"Better than ever!" she replies with an enthusiastic smile. "That drink hit the spot."

You nod approvingly. "That's excellent. You're still in the early stages of healing though, so I don't want you moving around too much." You take a moment to assess all of her bandages, before realizing again that she's completely naked. "Do you want me to get you something to wear?" you ask with a look of mild concern.

Anita looks at you with some confusion, before looking down at her body to realize that she is naked. A distressed squeak escapes her lips, before her entire face turns beet red and she hurriedly tries to cover herself with her four arms.

"I'm so sorry," you say, embarrassed. "I didn't even think getting you clothes in between all the healing work. I'll get you something to wear." You quickly scramble around your cabin for a piece of clothing that'll fit her, quickly discovering that you don't have much that will fit her. Pretty much anything shirt-like won't work, since she has more than two arms, and her wings wouldn't fit through the shirt anyway. It's just as you're starting to worry that a nudist Mothgirl is in your future when you spot your bathrobe on a hook. You dash over to it with a start, and bring it back to your living area in a hurry.

Still very flushed, Anita looks up at the bathrobe in your arms with a bit of confusion. "Is that another blanket?" she asks.

You can't help but chuckle at her question. "No, it's called a bathrobe. They're large, fluffy pieces of clothing you wear sometimes when you need something comfortable. I think it's the only thing I have that you can wear."

You hand it over to her, and she gingerly accepts it with two of her hands. Anita take a moment to intently study the bathrobe, transfixed by its texture and deep red color. She runs a hand over the fluffy fabric, as one of her other hands pets the fluff on her neck. It's like she's comparing the two, with a look of wonder on her face.

"It's...soft," she says in a tone of awe.

"Yeah, it is," you say with a smile. "Now, do you think you can get into that on your own, or do you need some help?"

Anita looks down at the robe, and then nods. "I...think I need some help."

You nod back. "Alright. Let's get you dressed, then."

With a bit of a wobble, the Mothgirl manages to stand up off the couch for the first time. She can't be more than five and a half feet tall, but you're hardly taking notes as you move to help her get the bathrobe on. To your relief, it works perfectly. The bathrobe easily slides beneath her wings so they can lay on top, with her forearms slipping through the sleeves and her lower arms peeking out of the center of the robe. It's clear the robe is oversized on her, meant for a man over six feet tall, after all. Still, Anita doesn't seem to find the extra lengths of fluffy fabric that fall past her feet as you tie off the sash around her waist. Now clothed, you take a step back to admire your work.

"There. That's better than a blanket, right?" You smile.

She looks down at herself, and her eyes light up with an epiphany. "I'm wearing fancy clothes!" she says with a laugh. "This is what everyone else wears, right?"

You laugh too, as you nod your head up and down. "That's right! Everyone wears these to be comfortable." It's hard to recall what she was wearing when you found her, since they amounted to little more than bloody tatters, but it's clear she's never witnessed a piece of wearable cloth this ornate.

Anita smiles at you, before leaning forward to give you a hug. You're taken by surprise as her four arms gently wrap around your torso, and she snuggles her head against your chest. Her hug is light and gentle, and you smile as you realize she's taking care not to hurt herself by hugging you too tightly. Though flustered, you don't want to just stand there like an idiot, so you move to hug her in return. Your hands brush over the velvet surface of her wings, and Anita lets out what can only be described as a moaning squeak.

"Sorry!" you say, quickly releasing her. "I didn't mean to..."

"No, it felt nice," she says with a smile. "It's been a long time since anyone has touched me so gently." Her eyes look down, as she lets out a sigh. "In fact, I don't ever remember being touched so gently."

"Really?" you ask, surprised.

"Most Mothpeople are solitary creatures," she says. "We don't have a lot of contact with others, and we're always pretty busy gathering food and supplies, so we don't have much time to spend on things like... intimacy."

"But surely you must have some contact with others," you say.

"It's rare, but it happens," she explains. "When a Mothperson is young, they'll sometimes leave the mountain to find their own territory. Maybe they were driven out by their siblings, or maybe they're just seeking a place where there's less competition for food. As they grow up, they learn to fly, and will probably leave the area around their home altogether if they manage to find a mate."

"What about you?" you ask. "Is there someone out there who's missing you right now?"

Anita looks down again with a flushed face, fidgeting nervously. "I- I never found a mate. I'm old enough to be caring for children of my own, but I'm clumsy and get lost a lot, so I've never been able to make it far from home. Much less discover a male." She fights back a small sob as she shivers in place. "Mothgirls like me aren't supposed to exist."

You immediately bring her back into a tender hug, and gently wipe the tears from her eyes. "Hey, don't say such mean things about the Mothgirl I just met. I'll have you know she's a very nice lady."

Anita smiles, and you can see her face redden once again. She sniffs, and wipes her nose with her hand. "Sorry. I guess I'm just really emotional right now. I've been trying to keep myself together for so long, I don't know how to act."

You give her a reassuring pat on the back of her head. "That's quite alright. You're still healing from a lot of trauma. It's normal to be emotional. Don't worry about something as silly as manners around me, alright? Process what you have to. Heal however you need to."

"Thanks," she says, giving you a final cuddle before pulling away. "You're very sweet. I'm glad to have met you."

"I'm glad to have met you too," you say.

Anita softly sets herself back down on the couch, gasping slightly.

"Are you alright?" you ask, concerned.

"Yeah, it's just your bathrobe. It's so much cozier than I expected. And," Anita's antennae wave around for a moment, curling forward towards the bathrobe, "it smells like you." She says the last part almost under her breath.

You feel your ears burning as you begin to blush profusely. "I-I'm glad you like it. Is there anything else I can do for you right now?"

Anita looks up at you, her eyes glistening. "Can you stay with me for a little while? Please?"

"Of course," you say, sitting back down in your chair across from the couch.

Anita suddenly sits up on the couch, looking at you with a pleading expression. "Could you sit on the couch with me? So you can," her voice catches with embarrassment, "hold me?" she whispers.

Doing your best to contain the primal screams of panic within your soul at the prospect of having to sit next to a girl, you give her a curt nod. "Of course."

You get up from your chair and awkwardly sit down next to her, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. Anita snuggles against you, nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck as you can feel your fight or flight response spiking out of sheer panic from the intimacy. You have to be strong. You have to be professional. She's right there! She's so fluffy! It's maddening! You have to remain composed. This is a strictly comforting action. Done out of charity. This is terrifying!

"Your heart is beating so fast," she whispers, cuddling up against you.

"Y-yeah. It's a habit of mine. I get nervous around pretty girls." You choke out, trying to keep your composure as you feel her body warm against yours.

"Do I make you nervous?" She asks quietly, nuzzling into you.

You shake your head a little too frantically. "Of course not! I'm just a bundle of nerves, y'know?"

"You're so sweet," she whispers, curling up against you as her eyes begin to droop. "I feel so safe with you."

You can feel your heart beating in your throat as her eyes close and she falls asleep, cuddled up against you. You stare at the ceiling, your mind reeling and your body numb. You've never been in such a compromising situation before. Your pulse is pounding, your head is spinning. You have the most intense and confused boner of your life right now. It's difficult to focus on anything except the sensations of her soft fur against your chest and gentle breathing under your arm. She's so warm, and smells so nice. You have to keep this professional! She just needs someone to feel safe with! You can't screw that up with being creepy! It's impossible to think straight, your train of thought a mixture of terror, deep concern, and more arousal than you want to acknowledge. Maybe all these years out in the woods has finally made you crazy, you think.
You continue to think rapidly, watching as the fire slowly dies down. You don't notice when you fall asleep, but you awaken to the sensations of Anita stirring against you. Opening your eyes, you look outside your window to notice that it's night time. Makes sense that a nocturnal Mothgirl would be waking up, you think to yourself.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." She says, noticing that you're now conscious.

You shake your head with a warm smile. "It's no problem. I was planning on waking up soon anyway."

You notice that the fire has died down, and the room is quite chilly. You move to add another log to it, but stop suddenly, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You turn around quickly to see that it's just her hands extended in an effort to help you stand. "Thanks," you say, looking into her eyes. They're still just as dazzling as the moment you first saw them.

"You're very welcome," she says, smiling at you. "I should be thanking you. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead right now."

You shake your head. "Don't mention it. Anyone would have done the same."

"Well, maybe. But you certainly went above and beyond the call of decency for a stranger." She replies with a gentle smile.

You blush and look away, hurriedly moving to the fireplace to get it back up to temperature again. You hear her shuffle on the couch behind you, and can feel her eyes still fixed upon you. It's a little unnerving, but at the same time, it feels nice.

"So, what's your name?" she asks. "And what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

You turn around to face her, before replying. "My introduction was a little too curt at the start there. I'm Anon. I live out here as a sort of escape from wider society. Never been fond of civilization, or other people for that matter." You chuckle to yourself a bit as you poke the firewood into place and observe it fueling the resurgent flames. "Cities give me a headache, and town are too clannish. Nature has always been where I feel at home."

"I see. So how did you come across me?" She asks, still a bit curious about you.

You shrug in response, continuing to feed the fire. "I was out hunting and gathering plants in the forest, like I usually do. As I was making the rounds, I found you sprawled out on the forest floor, looking pretty beat up. Everything after just came naturally."

"You hunt? What do you hunt?" She asks.

You shrug again. "Whatever's in season, usually. I've got a big garden in the back, and a small flock of birds that roam around it, so I try to keep an eye out for anything that might be after them. I've found that if you just leave them be, they'll leave you alone. Most of the time, anyway." You reply, thinking back to the flock of ravens that sometimes heckles you for slices of food.

"Interesting." She says, pausing for a moment. "So, do you have a gun or something?"

"A gun? Yeah, I've got a hunting rifle. You need it for anything?" You ask, turning around.

She shakes her head. "No, no. I was just wondering. The only other humans I've ever seen were carrying them. They're terrifying."

You look at her with an expression of concern, before turning back to the fire and continuing to feed it. There's an awkward silence that falls over the room, which you are unsure how to break. Thankfully, she speaks up first.

"So... you're a loner, then?"

"I suppose you could say that. I mean, I do tend to prefer the company of myself." You chuckle nervously.

She nods. "I get it. Sometimes it's nice to be by yourself. I was alone for the longest time after I was chased from my home. Then, when I finally found other Mothgirls, they just as quickly left. It's lonely." She sighs.

You nod solemnly as you stand up and return to your chair across from the couch. "I get it. Sometimes sparse company is worse than none at all. It's just an unpleasant reminder."

"An unpleasant reminder of what?" She asks quizzically.

"Of how bad it feels to have no one." You reply darkly, staring into the fire.

She falls quiet, and you sit in a cold silence for a while. You're not sure if it's because she doesn't have anything to say, or if it's because she's respecting your quietness. Either way, you appreciate it.

You stare into the flickering flames of the fire, trying to find meaning in the dancing shadows they cast upon the wooden floor. A million images, burning into your mind as you try to grasp at their forms. Your strange form of meditation is interrupted by Anita's hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at her, as she stares back at you. Her eyes are full of concern, and her mouth is slightly open as she exhales slowly.

"I want to thank you for saving my life." She says softly. "You didn't have to help me, but you did. I'll never be able to repay that debt."

You smile warmly. "It's alright. I'm just happy to see someone new. Seeing you alive at all is a gift."

"You... really think so?" She asks, her eyes widening.

"Of course! Saving a life precious. It's a powerful experience. And I've been alone here for a very long time now. It's nice to have company." You say softly, staring into her eyes.

She smiles in return, but then her smile falters. "But, I'm a monster. How do you even tolerate me?"

"You're not a monster." You reply, shaking your head.

"Yes I am!" She barks, eyes welling with tears. "I'm a freak to a human like you! You shouldn't have to put up with me!"

"I don't mind it." You say, firmly.

She shakes her head. "You shouldn't."

"Anita..." You sigh, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, I just- I feel so ugly. I'm a monster, and you're too nice to tell the truth. I feel like you should have saved someone better." She mumbles, looking down at her feet.

"You're not a monster, and you're not ugly. I don't know why you'd ever think such things." You say, furrowing your brow.

She doesn't respond, instead she looks at you with her large eyes for a moment before looking away. There's a bit of shock painted on her face. "I've never had anyone say anything like that to me before. Mothpeople are taught to distrust humans. Our encounters with them are fearful. Violent. They hate us."

You furrow your brow once more. "Well, I don't care what you've seen or heard about other humans. I'm not here to do anything other than care for you with everything I've got. It's my duty to you as the only person who can help for the next hundred acres. You're not a freak, Anita. If anything you're a little too cuddly for your own good."

"You don't find me ugly?" She asks once again, this time with a quaver in her voice.

"No. No, I don't. You're not ugly to me, I can promise you that." You say, and then you pause for a moment. "Do you find me ugly?"

She looks up at you, and she's now giving you the same look she did when you first woke her up. It's one of curiosity, and fear. She quickly shakes her head, but then she averts her eyes. "No. No, you're not ugly either."

You smile. "Good to know." You say, shuffling in your chair awkwardly.

"Anon, I don't want to be alone right now. Could you stay with me for a little while?" She asks, as fresh tears well in her eyes.

Your heart melts. How can you say no to those eyes? "Of course." You reply as you take a seat next to her on the couch.

"You know, you're the first person who has ever been nice to me. I've never known anyone else who's as soft spoken as I am. You're the first person like me that I've ever met. You're the first friend I've ever had." She says, staring into your eyes.

You could swear her eyes are glowing in this light. They're so bright and full of life. You feel a stirring within your heart, but you don't want to presume anything. You've never felt like this before. It's you're falling for someone you barely know.

"I'm the first person who has ever been nice to you?" You ask, trying to confirm what she said.

She nods her head slowly, as more tears stream from her eyes. Overwhelmed by protective instinct, you swaddle Anita in your arms, taking care to hold her gently so you don't disturb her bandages. You gently stroke her wings with one hand, while the other pets the back of her head.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm here for you now." You say in a soothing voice. "I'll always be here for you."

She sniffles, as she takes a moment to compose herself. After a few moments, she speaks up. "Thank you, for saving me. You have no idea how scared I was."

"It's okay. You don't need to be scared anymore." You reply, continuing to stroke her hair.

"Can we just talk for a while? I don't want to be alone right now." She asks.

"I'm not going anywhere." You reply confidently.

"What's your story? How did you end up out here?" She asks.

You take a deep breath, and then tell her your life story. You start from the beginning, and go on until you reach the present. You talk about your time with your family, your struggles in school, the hobbies you had, and so much more. You don't leave out any details. It takes six hours for you to finish your story, and by then it's midnight.

"Wow. That's an amazing story. You've experienced so much." She says in amazement.

"Yeah. I suppose I have." You reply, staring at her eyes. She's calmed down a lot, soothed by your storytelling and the passage of time.

Her eyes are so entrancing. You could stare into them for hours on end. You feel a surge of emotion well up inside you, one that you've never felt before.

"Hey, um, Anon?" She asks nervously, as if sensing your mood.

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Do you- Do you think you could stay with me tonight?" She asks. "I- I don't want to sleep alone right now."

"Of course." You say, smiling.

You sit there with her for a while, stroking her head and petting her wings. Before long, she begins to feel sleepy.

"Hey, um, before I fall asleep, could you do me a favor?" She asks.

"You name it." You respond.

"Could you tell me a bedtime story?" She asks. "I- I've never had one of those before."

"Of course!" You say, smiling. "Do you want a fantasy or a real life story?"

"Fantasy." She replies with a glimmer in her eye.

"As you wish! Our story starts in the kingdom of Larion, where a brave knight set out on a journey to slay the great Black Dragon of the Divide..." you carry on with your tale for some time, weaving a quaint little tale of heroism and valor in a setting of swords and sorcery. She smiles as you tell the story, and her eyes droop as she slowly drifts off to sleep. You smile as well, happy to see her feel safe for this one moment at least.

You make sure that she's comfortably outside of your arms, leaning her back into a relaxed position on the couch. She takes a moment to snuggle deeper into your bathrobe, before shuffling back into a deep sleep. You smile, proud of your work. Satisfied that she's sleeping soundly, you retire to your own bedroom for the night. It's hard to believe how late it is already.

You drift off to sleep. Your dreams are filled with images of your story, the tale of the dragon slayer. You dream of dragons and bloody battles, you even dream of the knight himself. In your dreams he is a shadow of a man, cloaked in black leather and surrounded by a dark aura. You have a feeling that he isn't a very nice person.

In the morning, you wake up to the sounds of distress. You sit up in bed, hastily trying to focus your senses on the sound. It's definitely coming from outside your bedroom, a mix of whining and squeaking. A jolt of primal panic surges through you as you realize the sounds are probably coming from Anita. You spring out of bed and quickly throw on shirt, before sprinting outside to find her.

You skid to a stop in the living room, finding yourself faced with a most unexpected sight. There, in the rays of morning's sunlight, you see Anita curled up against the couch, desperately trying to hide under a blanket. She appears to be naked, her voluptuous figure exposed in such a way that it catches you off guard. Her eyes are tightly shut and her hands seem occupied as she fidgets beneath the blanket, making strange squeaking noises.

You approach the Mothgirl cautiously, unsure of what to think. Perhaps this is some sort of post-traumatic stress? A bad dream? Whatever it is, you want to help, but you're not sure how. As you creep closer, you can see one of her hands dart upwards, pressing the fabric of the bathrobe you gave her against her face. She takes a deep sniff of it, and her antennae curl downwards to frisk it wildly. It's all very concerning, and you're still not quite sure what's going on.

"Anita?" you ask softly, sitting down next to her on the couch. She doesn't respond, instead her hands begin to grope her body under the blanket. Her fingers crawl all over her chest and thighs, touching herself in ways that make you flush red. "Anita?" you repeat, a little louder this time. She lets out a quiet moan, arching her back as she writhes against the couch and inside your bathrobe, still huffing it in some kind of trance. There's a small silence, filled by her strange noises, broken by Anita moaning something underneath her breath. It's difficult to hear, and you find yourself reflexively leaning in closer to try and make out what she's saying.

"Harder... please... harder..." she whimpers.

The words send a shiver down your spine, and you immediately look away, blushing furiously. What the hell is she dreaming about? You've never seen someone so clearly enjoying themselves in a dream before, and you have no idea how to react.

"Smell so good..." She moans, a bit louder this time, before taking another deep sniff of your bathrobe that's wrapped around her. "Harder..." She whimpers again. As she says this, her hands begin to creep towards her inner thighs. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, and you're quickly putting the pieces together. She's having an erotic dream. A very, very, vivid erotic dream. The situation is awkward, to say the least.

You're not exactly sure how to respond. You feel terrible, almost as if you're spying on her. But at the same time, she's acting as if she wants you to see. It's a very strange and conflicting feeling. You watch as she begins to writhe against the couch, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to find some kind of friction. The blanket falls away from her body as she squirms, leaving her in nothing but your bathrobe.

"Harder... please... harder..." She begins to moan louder, and at this point you're sure that she's not just having a regular dream. She's having an erotic dream. You've heard about them before, of course, but this is the first time you've ever seen someone experience one. It's certainly an unusual sight, and it catches you off guard. You didn't think the real thing could be so different from what you'd imagined.

You watch as her hands creep further up her legs, rubbing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her fingers crawl closer and closer towards the juncture between her legs, rubbing against her ever so lightly. You can't quite make out what her fingers are doing beneath the blanket, but it's very clear that she's pleasuring herself.

"Harder... please... harder..." She repeats over and over again, her voice getting louder with every spoken word.

You continue staring at her, unsure of how to respond. Her sudden arousal is a very real reminder that she is a beautiful Mothgirl with needs and desires of her own. You feel your own cheeks redden as you stare at her writhing body. You've never seen a woman so blatantly display her sexuality before, and it takes you off guard. You're snapped out of your thoughts when you notice the bandages on her arms straining slightly. She's going to inflame her injuries!

Springing into protective action, you reach your hands forward and lift Anita up by the shoulders. She manages to stand up as you guide her off the couch, and you shake her slightly.

"Anita!" You shout slightly louder this time.

Your only response is a moan, before Anita's four arms start frisking your torso. Her eyes are still sealed shut, and her face is twisted into a mask of bliss. Her hands begin to fumble with the belt on your pants, and she presses her body firmly against yours. Her legs rub against one another, teasing herself as her hands work busily.

"Anita!" You shout again, this time even louder than before.

"Hmm... Anon?" She answers back in a groggy tone, her eyes still closed.

"You're coming off a heavy dream! I need you to take it easy! You're at risk of straining your injuries." You explain hurriedly as her hands drift to a stop.

Anita's eyes open, and she takes in the fact that she's pressed against you with her hands across your waistline. Her face turns a deep shade of red as she stumbles backwards.

"I- I'm sorry, I-" She sputters, her eyes fixated on the floor.

"You were dreaming. About me." You finish for her, and she nods furiously in response.

"I can't help it! It's not my fault! I can't control my dreams!" She continues to defend herself, as you raise your hands in a calming motion.

"It's okay, I'm not upset. You were just getting pretty into it. I was worried you were straining your bandages." You express your concern, and she nods in response.

"I'm sorry. I had a very vivid dream. You were very involved." She says, avoiding eye contact as she picks at her bandages.

"I was?" You say quizzically, scratching your head.

"Yeah. I was really into it. I think you might've been too." She says, hinting at what she's seen.

"Hopefully we were just having a good chat over some juice." You remark with a chuckle.

Anita blushes even more profusely, fidgeting in place as she makes little noises of discomfort. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's come over me! I just feel asleep, and then," she pauses nervously. "your bathrobe really got to me in my sleep."

You stare at her quizzically. "What do you mean my bathrobe 'got to you'?"

"I mean, I had a dream. You and I were- we were closer. We were intimate."

"What?" You exclaim, taken aback by her words.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have! But I just can't help it! Please, don't hate me!" She cries, her voice quivering as she looks pleadingly into your eyes. "You bathrobe is so warm and fluffy! It's so soft! It's covered in your rich, male scent! It drives my instincts wild!"

You sit there in a sort of stunned silence for a moment. You're not shocked at the fact she was having some kind of erotic dream, that much was obvious. What is shocking is that your bathrobe has turned out to be some kind of instinctual trigger of lust. That was unexpected.

"I don't hate you in the slightest! Anita, you were asleep. It's not your fault. I'd be a fool to hold something like that against you." You move your hands in the same calming motion again. "I'm just a little turned around trying to process all this, is all."

"You're not mad?" She asks.

"No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?" You answer.

"I was acting so strange." She says, her face still red. "I- I think I love you."

You stand there, stunned again. This time, it's out of confusion rather than surprise. "What did you say?"

"I love you!" She says, her voice displaying a mixture of fear and excitement.

You raise your hands again, this time more defensively than calmingly. "Woah there, Anita. I think you've still got some hormones running hot through your blood."

"I do! I really do! And they're running hot for you!" She announces, her eyes widening as her wings flap in excitement. "Ever since I saw you, I wanted to be close to you! I wanted to join with you! I've been fighting the urge for what feels like ages! I can't take it anymore!"

"You don't know me. You met me less than two days ago." You say, trying to reason with her.

"Exactly! That's why it's so passionate!" She says, moving closer to you. "I've heard about humans. How you're all so close to one another. How you share love with not just another of your own kind, but with other species as well. I want that. I need that." She take another tender step forward, moving closer to you. "I need you."

"Anita. This is," you pause, exhaling slightly, "a lot. I understand you feel sincere, but you're swept up in the throes of passion right now, and I think that's clouding your judgement."

"I know what I'm doing." She says, her voice becoming dead serious. "Or, rather, I know what I want."

"Anita, you're under a spell." You say in an effort to deter her.

"I'm not under a spell." She says, raising her hand to touch your face. "I'm under your spell."

You stand there silent as she caresses your cheek, before you give her another concerned glance. "Maybe just take a little time to rest some more. Cool off, you know? There's time to consider these things after you've healed some more."

Anita shakes her head, giving you a firm look. "I've had enough rest. I need you, right now."

She takes a final step forward, and pulls the bathrobe back from her naked body. Her breasts are large and full, with erect nipples. Her stomach is tight and flat, her waist flaring into wide hips. Thighs long and thick, leading up to a pubic area that's already a little sticky.

"Anita..." You start.

She cuts you off with a kiss, her full lips pressed against your own. You feel her tongue press past them, into your mouth. You taste a mixture of her saliva and arousal, the taste odd but not displeasing. Her hand moves to the back of your head, holding it in place as she continues to make out with you.

She breaks the kiss, looking at you with passion and desire in her eyes. "I need you. Please."

You give her a stern look. "Anita. You're in a pretty deep heat right now. You're thinking with your hips and not your head. You've already pushed your body too far for this stage of a healing process."

"I don't care." She says, pressing her body against yours. Her breasts squish up against your chest, her hips grind against your groin. "I need this."

She moves to kiss you again, but your plant your head on her shoulder. Your own body is starting to react, and you don't like it. You don't really care about your own condition right now, more concerned with Anita's. If she gets worked into a deeper horny frenzy, she could easily tear open her wounds again. She's putting herself in danger, and you can't allow that. Taking advantage of your size and strength, your broad arms clasp around Anita and hold her tight against you so that she's immobile.

She looks at you, a mixture of sadness and frustration on her face. "Please." She whispers.

You do not let her go. Instead, you pick her up and carry her to your bed, laying her down on it. You're about to leave, when she stops you. "Wait."

You turn to face her, finding her playing with herself on the bed. "I- I need this." She says.

You try and explain things to her as tenderly as possible. "I know, Anita. I know. But I can't let you do that. I can't risk you being in harm's way if you get worked up. The best thing to do for now is for me to leave you be so you're not pushed any further. That way this heat you're in will break."

Her hand doesn't stop rubbing at her wetness, but she looks away. "I can't go another night without it." She says.

You give her a tired sigh. "I'll have to ask you to try."

"Can't you just..." She says, trailing off. She bites her lip and gives you a quick glance. Her hand starts to rub a little faster. "Why don't you join me?"

You shake your head. "Anita, we've been through this."

"I need this." She begs, rubbing even faster now. "Please."

"Anita-"

"I need you." She says, cutting you off. Her voice is desperate.

You sigh, at a loss for a solution. You're not going to do anything physical with her, that's for sure. You can't risk that. But her voice is so needy that you can't help but feel bad. There has to be a way to console her.

"Do you want me to pet your head?" You ask suddenly, as the idea occurs to you, "While you..." you trail off, realizing what you've just suggested.

Her antennae practically throb at the proposal. "Yes." She whispers. "Yes, I want that."

You sit down on the bed next to her and gently start to pet the top of her head. Her eyes close as she lets out a blissful sigh. "Thank you," she whispers, "I love you."

The palm of your hand stroke across one of her antennae, and Anita lets out a noisy, wet moan. She starts to rub herself even faster, as you pet both of her antennae. "I need you," she says, "I love you."

You watch in awe as her body writhes on the bed sheets. Her wings flutter lightly and her legs kick in the air. She lets out a cry of ecstasy that is barely audible, as her whole body tenses up and her insides start to shudder. The wetness between her legs grows as she lets out one last moan.

"I love you," she says again, as her whole body relaxes and she lets out a long sigh.

You look down at her with a bit of concern. "Feel any better?" You ask.

"Yes." She whispers. "Oh, yes."

You help her lie back down on the bed, and cover her up with a blanket. "I'll leave you be now," you say, "Get some rest."

"Will you stay here?" she asks, as her eyes start to flutter closed, "Just until I fall asleep?"

You lie down next to her with a comforting smile. "Of course." You say.

She smiles as she drifts off to sleep. You watch her carefully, as her chest rises and falls with each breath. After a few minutes, you're satisfied that she's asleep. You get up from the bed as quietly as you can and make your way out of your bedroom. The light coming through the windows of your cabin tells you that it's the early afternoon. You haven't even eaten breakfast yet. As you set to work on a simple omelet, you take some time to try and process everything that just happened. You're happy that she's satisfied for now, but you can't help but feel a little weird about what just happened. You knew she was into you, but you didn't think it would become physical so quickly. You also realize that you've developed stronger feelings for her than you thought. This scares you a little, as it seems to have developed rather rapidly. Your omelet and toast finished, you set to thinking about what to do with her today.

You're not sure how long she'll be asleep for, but she will probably need some food when she wakes up. Thankfully you've still got those large reserves of berry juice that she likes, which makes feeding her a cinch. Past that, you're not really sure what's next. You get the feeling Anita is going to be sore when she wakes up, this little incident has no doubt prolonged her healing time. Taking a bite out of your breakfast, you conclude that while the day's plans aren't fully formed, that's probably for the best. Your schedule has been pretty fluid ever since you started caring for Anita, but you find yourself hardly caring. Maybe it's the grind of it all, maybe it's the gratification that comes with the work of rehabilitation, you're not sure. Either way, this change of pace is something you're finding to be refreshing.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the bedroom door open. You turn your head and see her standing there, still naked and with your bathrobe loosely clinging to her. She looks exhausted. "Oh, you're awake." You say.

"Yeah." She mumbles, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"You look pretty tired. What's got you up?" you ask.

She takes a few steps forward, towards the table. "I haven't eaten in a while, I've been too busy." She says, sitting down in the chair across from you.

"Go back to bed then, you need your rest." You insist.

"No, I want to eat first. I'm hungry." She replies, resting her head on the table with a sleepy gaze.

With a nonchalant shrug, you get up from the table and head over to your fridge. "Alright then. You want more of the berry juice I gave you earlier?" you ask.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." She replies.

You grab a large jar of the juice and head over to her, before pouring some of the juice into a more fitting drinking glass for her. Placing the jar back in the fridge, you turn around to see her leaning against the table, her robe falling off of her shoulders and giving you a look at her supple breasts. You quickly avert your gaze as she looks up at you with a lewd grin.

"Oh come on, don't act like that's something you don't wanna do." She says.

"Just eat your breakfast." You request flatly.

She pouts as she picks up the glass and takes a large sip of the berry juice. She's still eye-catching even when she's not trying. "You're no fun." She complains.

You give Anita a small smile and pat her on the head as she drinks. "I'm a caretaker. Fun isn't my first priority."

She pouts again, but seems to accept your answer. "So, what's the plan for today?" she asks.

"Well, considering that you still need to be getting rest and healing, nothing in particular." You reply.

"So I'm just supposed to be sitting around in my room all day?" she asks.

You give her a humorous look. "That's how you heal from injuries, yes. Especially after they've been inflamed by certain physical activities."

"I can't just lay in bed, I get bored." She complains.

You roll your eyes with a smirk. "You'll live."

She seems to think for a moment, before looking at you with a new idea. "Hey, you know what would help? If you could give me a bath."

You feel yourself blushing, caught off guard by her proposition. "Wh-what?"

Anita sets down her empty glass of berry juice and leans across the table with a playful begging expression in her eyes. "Please? I'm such a filthy little Mothgirl from all my wounds and dirty habits. Please, bathe me?"

You swallow nervously, trying to ignore the fact that her eyes are two of the biggest, roundest things you've ever seen. "I-I don't know."

"Pleeeeease?" she asks, sticking her lip out in a pout. You look at her lip for a moment, before looking away.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea." You say.

"Please? I promise I won't tell anyone that you did." She says.

"Who are you going to tell? The birds? That's not what I'm worried about." You reply.

"Please?" she asks again, her pout becoming even more exaggerated. "I promise it'll be fun."

You sigh, trying to ignore the fact that her pouty lip is burning through your resolve. "Alright, alright, I'll do it, just stop with the pouting."

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she says with a grin, as she jumps up and gives you a big hug. Her body temperature is much warmer than a humans, almost hot to the touch. It's very pleasant, and it makes you feel warm inside.

You're a little worried about how energetic she is, especially when she's supposed to be gentle with her body right now. "Woah, easy there. Don't need you inflaming something over a hug."

"Sorry, sorry." She says, letting you go. She looks at you for a moment, before looking away. "I've never had someone to take care of me before. I don't know why, but I feel really happy right now."

You smile back. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling that much better."

"Do you think," she starts, before pausing to look away again. "Do you think you could do this more often?"

You laugh a bit. "Bathe you? We'll have to see how the first one goes, but I don't see why not, assuming you don't go inflame your wounds or something."

She looks back at you with a wide grin. "You're the best!" She shouts as she jumps into your arms and wraps her legs around your waist, hugging you again. Her legs seem to grip to your waist a little too enthusiastically, and her breath feels unusually warm against your neck as she nuzzles you.

"Uh, you don't have to hug me that tight." You say, struggling to keep your balance.

"Sorry!" she says, finally releasing her grip. She slides back down your body and sits in her chair more formally. "I don't know what came over me."

You look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you alright? Your body is feels pretty toasty to the touch. I don't need you coming down with a fever."

"I'm fine!" she says, her cheeks flushing red. "Just excited."

You sigh, shaking your head a bit as you grab your glass of water and finish drinking it. "Alright then, let's get you that bath."

Anita pops up from her seat at the table, eagerly following you to the bathroom of your cabin.

As you start the water in the bathtub, you feel a tingling at the base of your skull, and turn around to see the Mothgirl standing right behind you.

Before you can react, she grabs you by the hand and pulls you in close. Her body feels feverish, and her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Can we do it like this?"

You immediately move to shuffle backwards, but all four of her arms are around your back, keeping you pressed tight against her steaming hot body.

"D-do what?" You stammer.

"You know." She says, her voice dropping lower. "Can we do it? Like this?"

Before you can answer, she begins kissing your neck.

You're somewhat confused by her response. "No Anita, I can't give you a bath if you're standing here hugging me."

She smiles coyly, her antennae twitching as she moves her face closer to yours. "Just turn off the water and get in with me."

"Sounds uncomfortable. I'm not even dirty. You're the one who's supposed to be getting a bath here, anyway. It would be selfish and inefficient if I piled in with you." You explain with a confident nod.

"Pleeeeease?" she asks, pouting as her lips almost touch your own.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea at all." You say with a chuckle, trying to nuzzle your face away from her puckered up lips.

She pretends to be upset for a moment, but soon gives in and grins slyly. "You're no fun." She says, releasing you from her embrace.

You take her hand and guide her to the bathtub, which is still filling up. The water level quickly rises, and you slide one hand under it to test its temperature. It's perfect. Not hot, but just far enough above room temperature to be gentle on her healing skin while still being soothing. You turn back around to find Anita taking your bathrobe off of herself with a concerning amount of enthusiasm.

"You're a sneaky one, aren't you?" you say with a chuckle. "Fine, get in. But I'm not joining you."

She pouts again as she steps into the tub. "That's not fair! I got undressed for you."

You give her an amused smile. "Yeah, well, I'm the one that has to wash you. That'd just be silly if I joined you in the tub."

She huffs in annoyance, but begins fidgeting in her seat as you grab a sponge. "I'll be nice and clean in no time." She says with a wink.

You roll your eyes and kneel down next to the tub, so that you can reach every part of her body with the sponge without breaking your back. She immediately grabs your shoulders and pulls you in closer. Her eyes are glazed over and she's panting heavily.

"Anita, are you sure you're all right? You're acting really weird right now."

She doesn't answer, instead just tightening her grip on your shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was trying to seduce you.

"Anita..." you trail off cautiously.

Her eyes flutter as she attempts to lean in, her lips pressing against your neck. Two of her hands brace against the bath tub's edge for support as she leans, while the other two wander across your shoulders and neck. Her tongue lets to work on caressing the tender spots on your neck with frightening dexterity, and it takes a large amount of your composure not to yelp and tumble backwards. Instead, you opt for a firm but gentle approach. Using your difference in strength, you carefully peel her two hands off your upper body, before guiding her head off your neck and returning her fully to the bath tub.

"Anita, you need to relax for a moment." You say, gently pushing her back.

She lets out a whimper of protest, but complies with your request. Her breathing is still heavy and shallow, and her eyes are glazed over. She's in state that would be normal before or after a sexual encounter, but all you've done so far is put her in a bath tub. Whatever's going through her mind must be really intense.

"I need to take your bandages off before I can wash you, alright?" You ask.

She just nods in response, so you begin to unwrap her bandages. What's revealed is a mess of scars and scabs, all across her torso and upper limbs. It seems that the only clean skin left is on her thighs, parts of her hips, and her arms below the wounds. What happened to this Mothgirl? You've never seen such a gruesome injury before. Were they caused by a human, or some other creature? You try not to ponder things too much, since you still have a job to do.

You grab the sponge again, and begin soaping up her body. Her eyes widen in surprise at your action, but she doesn't protest. Her eyes follow your hands as you rub the sponge up and down her arms, across her shoulders, along her legs, and across her belly. You make sure to take extra care with certain areas of her body that have suffered injuries, making sure to apply the sponge with additional gentleness.

At the start, your scrubbing is met with plenty of pained moans and noises of discomfort. But as your work continues, her moans of pain start to dissolve into ones of pleasure. By the time you're done with her front side, she's letting out sounds that would make a whore blush with envy. You move to her back, and begin to scrub the matted fur that grows between her wings. With each stroke, she seems to shudder a bit more, as her moans get louder and more frequent. By the time you've finished scrubbing that part of her body, you can clearly see that she's entered a state of full-body arousal.

"My wings," she pants, "please scrub my wings."

She doesn't even afford you the time to reply before she fans out her impressively large velvet wings inside the tub. The patterns on them are mystifying, inked in dark brown fur to contrast the light mocha that's present on the rest of the wings and her body fur. Her wings are quivering in anticipation of your touch, and Anita seems to be getting more and more aroused by the second.

You carefully reach out to her wings, and begin to gently wipe them in circles with your sponge. She lets out a contented sigh as you work, as if she's in heaven. As you continue, the sighs get louder and more intense, until they turn into moans once again. It's at this point you noticed the soap and water coming off her wings is starting adopt a deep magenta color.

"Anita?" you ask out of concern.

"Mmmh," she pants, "keep going. My wings need a good clean."

The magenta-dyed soap and water coming off her wings starts pooling at the bottom of the tub, staining it a dark color. Meanwhile, you've stopped scrubbing her wings as you try to figure out what is happening. "Anita, what's with this pink stuff?" you ask with a tone of concern.

"Don't stop, please," she says, "it's just my body reacting. Just keep going." You can hear the desperation in her voice. She needs to get cleaned, and she needs it now.

The next few minutes are a haze of soap, water, and magenta dye flowing down the drain. The scent of the water changes from the smell of soaps into that of an overpowering odor of sweet fruit, like overripe strawberries. You're concerned about what's happening to her, but your desire to help her is overriding that concern. You notice as you continue to work that the magenta water getting on your hands is making them very sensitive. It's easy to ignore at first, but after a while it feels your fingertips are feeding you electric shocks of pleasure. It's as you notice this that you look down, and realize the entire tub has been dyed a dark magenta, and Anita is steeping in it. The water level has risen enough that it's now covering her breasts, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.

"Anita?" you call out again, "I need to get you out of the water." You reach down to grab her arm and help her up. The moment your hand makes contact with her bare skin, a
shock of pleasure goes through your body. You both gasp as you pull away in surprise. You look at your hands in surprise, noticing they are now a deep shade of pink.

"That pink stuff is coming off on me," you say with surprise.

"I need more," she pants, "Rub it in."

You reach out to touch her again, and the moment your hands make contact with her skin another wave of pleasure washes over both of you. You're not sure what's happening, but it seems harmless enough, so you continue. As you start to shampoo her patches of fur with a mixture of soap and magenta water, Anita's moaning and panting quickly gets more and more intense. Your own hands are starting to become even more sensitive, and you're starting to worry that your fingertips are going to get more sensitive than your dick.

"Anita, I need to rinse you off."

You grab the shower head with your pink hands and hold it over her body, releasing a strong blast of water. She moans loudly with each stream of water that hits her body, and before long her fur is entirely free of any dye or soap. You're not sure if you should be doing this, but you continue caressing her fur while you wash it. At the very least, you need to get all this magenta stuff rinsed off and down the drain.

Anita's breath is getting very ragged, and she seems to be having trouble speaking. "We have to get me dry. So wet. I need you."

You're not sure what she means at first, but it's very clear she's in some distress. "Alright, let me just finish rinsing you off."

You move the gentle stream of hot water over her wings, and Anita lets out a startlingly loud moan. The water running through her wings is quickly corrupted pink again, and the already overpowering scent of strawberries and sweet fruits grows even stronger once more. You feel a little intoxicated, and it's not from the scent. Your hands feel like they're throbbing under the effects of this bewitching magenta water. There's an overwhelming compulsion pushing your hands to her skin. It's like the only place where they feel relief is when they're on her body.

"I need to get you out of here," you mumble to yourself. You finish rinsing her off, but you can't bring yourself to stop touching her. You reach for the shower curtain to pull it aside, before hesitating and grabbing the side of the tub instead.

"Anita? What's wrong with me?"

You feel a powerful desire to touch her, and not just physically. You want to be with her. You need to be with her. You love her.

"I need you," she says in a voice that's frighteningly seductive, "Make love to me. Please. I need you inside of me."

You're so flustered you opt to try and completely ignore her comment, instead helping her stand up in the bathtub so you can dry her off. The moment your hands touch her sides to help her up, Anita lets out another rich moan.

"You've rubbed so much into me," she pants, "so much of my love powder. I'm so sensitive, so ready!"

"Love powder?" you ask. "Is that what that crazy magenta water was? Is that why this whole place smells like a strawberry jam factory right now?"

"It's a powdered form of my pheromones, the distilled essence of my lust." She explains, her voice still sounding incredibly sensual and rich. "I need you to take me now. I need your warmth inside me, filling me up."

"Distilled lust, huh?" you ask, still trying to keep yourself together and fight the magnetic urges of your hands. "That explains a lot. Either way, I need to get you dry."

You guide Anita out of the tub and she happily follows, stepping onto the bath mat so you can dry her off. You grab a nearby bath towel and wrap it around her body, causing her to let out a delighted squeal as the fluffy fabric touches her skin.

"This is so soft," she says, her voice still sounding euphoric. "I want to be cuddled in this towel forever."

You set her down on the bath mat so you can dry her wings off, and she gives another loud moan of ecstasy as you rub the fluffy fabric over them. The bath towel turns a deep pink as it absorbs the water from her wet wings. Finally starting to put the pieces together, you realize that she's releasing love powder through her wings, and it's getting mixed in with the ambient water. You try to keep drying her off with the now pink towel, but the fresh love powder infused into the fabric seems to ratcheting her arousal even higher.

"So soft, so fluffy! Oh! It smells like you! And me! Like us, together!" She cries as you gingerly pat her dry. Her antennae are swishing back and forth wildly as she seems to be getting lost in the scent of the towel.

"I'm going to wrap you in this towel now, so I can get the rest of you dry." You say, hoping that the soft fabric will calm her nerves.

As you wrap the towel around her body, her hands reach up and begin to stroke your arms. Her hands then slide up to your shoulders, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulls you into a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, her tongue giving your own a sensual massage. Her body presses against yours as you can feel her erect nipples poking into your chest.

"We can't do this right now, Anita." You say, trying to break the kiss.

"Why not?" She asks, continuing to kiss you. "I need you right now. I want you to fill me up and make me yours."

She leans back and slowly slides the towel off of her body, exposing herself in all her naked glory. At least she's finally dry, you think to yourself.

"Well, I haven't put fresh bandages on you, for a start." You answer.
"I don't need bandages. I need you." She says, her voice almost a whine.

She grabs your hand and presses it against her breast, her body quivering as she lets out a moan.

"Anita..." You start to say, before she once again leans in to kiss you.

You can feel your resolve slowly slipping away as her hot and sticky crotch gently presses into your thigh. With a flare of willpower, you do your best to try and think of a solution. It seems like the only solid way to escape this situation is through compromise. As Anita tries to unite her lips with yours again, you tilt your head and rest it against her shoulder, bringing your lips to her ear.

"If you let me bandage you up, I'll give you a nice and deep antennae massage." You whisper sensually into her ear, and Anita's entire body shudders at the sensation of your voice. "Would you do that for me? Would you like that?" you ask in a leading voice.

"I would do anything for you." She says, her voice heavy with lust.

"Tell me what you want." You say.

"I want you to fill me up and make me yours." She replies, her voice unwavering.

"Well how about this? After I'm done, and you've has had time to heal, we can do just that." You suggest, lightly licking her ear.

You're very nervous about making suggestions like this, bordering on promises. At the moment though, you need an immediate exit that ensures Anita won't strain herself in this critical phase of recovery. If that means putting your future self in hot water by making a compromise with Anita, you're okay with that.

"I suppose that would be acceptable." She says, her voice now much calmer. "You'll make the promise though right now that we will mate after I have healed?"

"I promise we'll mate after you're done healing." You say, as she smiles.

"Then I'll wait as long as it takes." She replies with a firm nod.

You breathe a small sigh of relief. "Thank you. Can I bandage you back up now?"

"Yes please."

"Alright, hold still with your arms out and let me wrap you up." You say, as she obeys your order without hesitation.

"Let me know if anything hurts." You tell her as you wrap the bandages around her healing wounds. "I have to say, everything looks a lot better. Especially now that you're cleaned up."

"Really?" She asks, her voice filled with surprise.

"Really." You say, finishing off the last of her bandages. "There we go. I think you're ready to go."

"Go?" She asks. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here with you."

You sigh a bit at that statement, though you're not surprised she said it. Figures of speech are bound to go over a Mothgirl's head. "I meant that we're done with bandages for now. You're free to stay as long as you want." You clarify.

"Oh. Thank you." She replies. There's a brief pause, before Anita's eyes light up and she draws herself against you in a tight hug again. "Now that the bandages are done, you're going to rub my antennae, right?" she asks in a very aroused tone. "You promised."

"Oh I did, didn't I?" You say, trying not to sound as awkward as you feel.

"I want you to touch me, like you did before." She continues, as you nod your head slowly.

"Alright." You reply with a sigh.

You slowly reach out to touch her right antenna, and she closes her eyes and bites her lip gently as she savors the moment. "The tip is very sensitive." She says.

Taking her advice, your gingerly run your index finger along the tip of her right antenna. As you do so, she lets out a soft moan.

"Good?" You ask.

"Yes." She replies.

You continue to gently rub her antenna as she moans again. You then move your hand down to her left antenna and repeat the process. She lets out a louder moan this time. You realize that the two of your are still standing up in the bathroom, and that this will probably get more involved as she becomes more flustered.

"Should we take this to my bedroom?" You ask with a hint of concern.

"Yes!" Anita replies immediately. "I want," she draws your head down so she can whisper into your hear, "to cum in your arms."

You blush, but you have to admit you're intrigued by that prospect. "Alright." You say.

Gently, you scoop her up in your arms and head out of the bathroom. She squeals in excitement as you carry her to the bed. You slowly place her in the center of your bed and she draws her knees up to her chest, exposing herself to you. It's a very shocking sight, and you sit there dumbfounded for a few moments.

"Come here. Join me." She says in a lusty voice, patting the bed with all four of her arms.

"Uh- I- uh-" You stutter, incapable of forming a complete sentence.

"I want to feel you on top of me." She says, again in the same lusty voice.

"That wouldn't be good for your injuries right now. How about we just cuddle on our sides?" You propose with some nervousness.

She looks disappointed, but nods. "I understand. You're still worried about my injuries."

You slowly move to your side of the bed, as she turns on her side to face you. She notices that you're fully clothed, and you're not taking anything off, which seems to irritate her. You notice her disappointed and pleading gaze, and quickly respond.

"You're wound up enough. No stripping." You say in a stern voice.

"But I want to feel your skin on mine." She whimpers.

"Later." You promise her.

Anita thinks for a minute, before her lips curl into a lusty grin. "Then will you wear your bathrobe for me? Please?"

"Uh-" You start to say, but you can tell she's not going to take no for an answer. "Sure."

Anita squeaks with delight as you retreat to the bathroom, picking you bathrobe up off the floor and putting it on. You return to the bedroom, and Anita looks at you with a gaze of awe and burning lust. She has a very strange fixation on—almost a fetish for—your bathrobe. Based on what she's said before, it seems like the soft fluff of it mixed with your scent is what turns her on so deeply. Maybe it's like the sensations of a Mothman? You're not sure.

Either way, it's pretty adorable.

"Oh, my sweet! Come here!" She coos, patting the bed next to her body.

You do as you're told, lying next to her and getting comfortable. She wraps one arm around your waist, and with another two begins stroking your face and hair. You place your hand on her winged back, caressing it gently as she shivers in delight.

"I love you so much," Anita moans under her breath. Her antennae quickly perk off up off her head to tickle your chin, savoring the scent of your body as she takes deep sniffs of the bathrobe against your chest.

"I love you too," You say, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she begins to make high pitched squeaks of joy. Her hands slide down from your face to your chest, where she begins to slowly slip them under your robe. Her long, slender fingers work quickly as she pushes it off your shoulders and slides it off your arms.

"You're so beautiful," She says.

"You're pretty cute yourself," You respond with a chuckle. Sensing that she might start trying to push things further again, you decide now is a good time to fulfill your end of the bargain.

Your hands slide up her back, before parting from her wings and coming to rest on her antennae. You gently curl a hand around each of her antennae, before starting to gingerly rub them.

"Mmmm!" She moans, closing her eyes as she arches her back.

You keep massaging her antennae for a few minutes, before she starts to squirm and tremble under your touch. She begins to breathe heavily, releasing that familiar thick strawberry scent as she grinds her body against yours.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Mmmh! Oh!" she whispers.

Having focused plenty of the broader surface of each antenna, you slide your fingers up to the tips of each one and begin to trace gentle circles around them with your fingers.

"Oh! Oohh! Mmm!" She moans, as you continue to tease her sensitive spots.

You then start sliding your fingers up and down the length of each antenna, lightly stroking them. Each time you reach the end of the antenna, you give it a tiny pinch with your thumb and forefinger.

"Ah! Ooooooooh!" She shudders, as her entire body begins to tense up. Her body temperatures flares, and she aggressively pressed her body against you. All four of her arms brace against your back, squeezing your skin as she holds on for dear life.

"Oh! Oh! Mmmm! Yes! Mmmm!" She moans.

You continue to tease her, as she writhes under your fingers.

"Does that feel good?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes! Oooooh! Fuck, yes!" she says, arching her back and trembling. "Don't stop! Make me cum!"

You shudder at her words, but continue your ministrations nonetheless. You run your thumbs along the broad side of each antenna in long, loving strokes while your index fingers continue to work at the tips of each one.

"Oh! Don't! Oooooh!" She says, as her legs begin to quake.

You feel her grip your back with surprising strength, as her entire body begins to shudder. You hear a tiny squeak escape her lips as her whole body stiffens for a moment. Her wings snap open and your legs are suddenly wrapped in a vice grip by her ankles.

"Ooooooooh shit!" She groans, as her body begins to convulse.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Ah! Yes! Yes!" She groans, as her eyes snap open and stare directly into your own. Her irises have turned a deep shade of purple, as swirls appear in the center of them.

You can't help but gasp you stare into her bewitching eyes, reflexively squeezing her antennae out of shock. This unintended action is what finally throws her over the edge.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" She screams, as she arches her back and bucks her hips. "Yes! Fuck me! Oooooh!"

Anita's wings flap open and closed as she writhes in ecstasy, thankfully limited enough by her position on the bed to prevent the release of more love powder. Her wings suddenly stop flapping and wrap around you, and her legs bind your body against hers with cementing force. Her whole body trembles, and her legs release you. She falls back against the bed as her wings fold back up, gasping for breath.

You stare at her, in shock. You've never seen anything so amazing. Her eyes are still swirling with purple energy, and she stares at you with a lustful hunger. Her antennae twitch and sway as she beckons you closer to her with a crook of her finger.

"Come here," she says, as her legs open for you.

You immediately blush and avert your gaze. "I don't think that's a good idea, Anita. You need some time to rest after something that intense. You held up your end of the deal, I held up mine."

"But I don't want to be alone right now!" She whimpers, as her eyes begin to water.

You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine."

You climb onto the bed and lay beside the Mothgirl. She immediately wraps her legs around you and presses her body against yours. Her wings wrap around the pair of you, creating a blanket of warmth and security from frigid air that lies beyond her love.

"Now hug me," she demands, as she leans into you.

You wrap your arms around the Mothgirl, and hold her against your chest. She sighs blissfully, and nuzzles her face against you. Her hands rub up and down your back, as her hot breath washes over your neck. She gently licks your ear, before sighting contentedly and shuffling her body into place for an extra cozy cuddle.

"I'm going to sleep now," she whispers.

You gently stroke her hair as she settles down, slowly soothing her to sleep in your arms. "Rest easy, Anita. Get some good sleep for me alright? Heal up."

"I will. Anything for you." she whispers as she starts to drift off.

She nuzzles against you one last time, then closes her eyes. You sigh and close your own eyes, trying to ignore the warmth of her body against you. You stare at the ceiling in silence for a while, as images of the Mothgirl's wings burn into your mind. Their patterns are hypnotic, both soothing and distracting as they ring your peripheral vision. Hot blood rushes to your cheeks as you think about how she looked naked.

You've never seen a girl naked before, let alone a pretty monstergirl like her. Today has been a hurricane of new experiences. Now that you've got some time to introspect, your mind is reeling from how much there is to process. You had no idea that Mothgirls were even real! Now you're snuggling one! You never would have guessed at the massive variety of life in this world. You never would have believed people could live such different lives, that there were entire ecosystems and species you knew nothing about. It just seems impossible to you. It's overwhelming, and a bit frightening. You're not sure how you feel about all this. You're having a hard time deciding if all this is good or bad. After several minutes of delicate work, you gently untangle yourself from the Mothgirl, and stand up. You need to process all this.

You trade your bathrobe out for a heavy jacket and walk out the front door, looking up at the stars. They're so clear out here, you could get lost in that sea of lights. You feel like it's calling to you. You've always felt that way about the wilderness out here at night. It has a surreal charm to it, like a dimension that exists separate from the world that surrounds you when the sun is up. The gentle chill in the air is a reminder that winter is on its way, but for now you're content to just enjoy the cold air for the contrast provides, and not the premonition it carries. You walk for some time, weaving through familiar trees along an invisible path known only to you. Your short journey through the starlit night leads you to an old favorite spot of yours. It's a raised cliffside, with an excellent view of a tranquil lake that's normally tucked behind the trees. It's a sight for sore eyes, in rare form thanks to the sparkling stars reflecting off the flawless surface of the water.

You sit down on a flat rock in the middle of the outcropping with a heavy sigh, and tilt your head back up to stare at the sky through the forest canopy. The moon is a thick crescent tonight, but still shines bright enough to coat the undergrowth in a pale glow. You feel at home out here. As you unwind in this familiar spot, your mind slowly drifts back towards processing the day's events.

"What am I going to do with you, Anita?" you mutter, addressing the sleeping Mothgirl curled up in your bed.

You're not sure how to proceed. Your normal, logical mind would tell you that you should be avoiding this girl. You barely know anything about her, and it's possible her feelings are just some seasonal flash in the pan born from you rescuing her. The risk of opening yourself up to more pain by indulging her is just not worth it. Anita is a sweet girl though. It'd be cruel to just toss her aside for her own good. You find yourself unable to just cast her aside.

"I guess I'll have to just keep things professional until this all sorts itself out," you muse to yourself.

There's still the big issue of the promise you made though. You agreed to have sex with her once she's fully healed, and you know better than to count on her forgetting about something like that. You could just go through with it, and not tell her that you're reluctant to do so. You don't think she'd notice anything amiss. Then again, she might notice and become upset. You really don't want to see her upset. Every time she pouts or cries, it cleaves your heart in half.

You stomp your foot into the dirt, growling with anger. "Argh! Why the fuck am I this torn up about getting laid?"

Your outburst is momentarily therapeutic, but quickly caves in to shame. You already know why. This isn't some cheap fling. The emotional stakes are massive, at a level of intimacy you've never experienced before. And she's a Mothgirl. Has any other human had sex with a Mothgirl before, you wonder? Everything seems compatible based on what you've let yourself get a peek at in between embarrassed looks in the opposite direction, but you're still afraid of the unknown. A part of how different she is appeals to you, in a way that almost makes you uncomfortable. Are you supposed to be attracted to something with four arms, wings, and a four foot long tongue? Has the isolation of the woods finally snapped you into some kind of freak?

Your stressed internal ranting goes on for some time, before you snap yourself back to reality. You've got to make a decision.

"Fuck it. I promised her, and I'm not going back on my word," you state to the empty night with determination. "So, I'll go through with it."

You nod once more, affirming your statement to yourself. You'll fight tooth and nail to make sure it doesn't happen until she's perfectly healed, but you're not going to break a promise. Not to her. All you have is your integrity. Some clarity achieved, you stand up from the rock and take one last look at the lake. It's views like this that make the isolation worth it.

Wandering through the night back to your cabin, your stomach rudely reminds you that it's been far too long since your last meal. You spend the next few hours gathering up firewood for the night, and cooking up some of the meat you have stored. While you're chewing on a particularly juicy piece of rabbit, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you've got it pretty damn good.

After your meal is done, and your prepared firewood is at an acceptable level, you take another short shower to rinse the outdoors off of your body. Fresh and clean, you change into some casual sleeping clothes, and flop down into bed next to Anita. She's still fast asleep, but almost instinctively shuffles towards your body to cuddle. You smile when she nuzzles into your chest. Even in her sleep, she's affectionate. That's one of the reasons why you love her. You both may be very different people, but you're similar in so many other ways. As you think about this, your eyelids grow heavy, and you drift off into a deep sleep.

You awake to a gorgeous morning. Sunlight streams in through the window, and you can hear birds chirping outside. It's the perfect way to start the day. You lie in bed for a moment, just listening to the sounds of nature. Then, you feel something warm pressed up against your back. Instinctively, you wriggle around in bed so you're facing this new heat source. When your eyes open, you're met with a familiar face.

Anita.

"Oh, good morning."

You smile as she looks down bashfully. She's naked, and her body is exposed for you to see. Her skin is pale white, her chest is well-developed, and her legs are long and slender. Her face has soft, alluring features, and her long hair is a brown color just a few shades darker than her patches of fur. Her wings are large and delicate-looking, but capable of great beauty. Her antennae are long and cute, and you can sense her bright purple eyes staring into your soul.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to do something useful?" She says bashfully.

You chuckle a bit, then move closer towards her. You wrap your arms around her body, then lift her up off the bed. She wraps her legs around your waist, then you carry her over to the chair next to the bed. You sit down in the chair with her, still holding her in your arms. Her warmth is something different from the kind a fireplace provides, and it's something you can't help but feel like you've been missing for a long time.

"Are you going to finally make love to me?" She asks quietly.

"I don't think you've had a healing miracle after one night's sleep." You chuckle. "How are you feeling today?"

"I feel really warm." She replies.

You gently press your hand against her forehead, noting that her body temperature does seem high. She leans into your hand a bit. "You seemed pretty toasty yesterday, but I haven't seen the signs of fever on you. Any idea what that's about?"

"My body just gets like that when I'm in the presence of my mate. It's a side effect of being in heat."

You start at her words. "The presence of your mate? Being in heat?"

"Oh, yes. We Mothgirls are creatures of lust and passion. When we find a mate, our bodies become aroused for them. When we're in heat, it's very pleasurable for us to be near our mates, and we release a pheromone to make the experience even more pleasurable." Anita explains while cuddling against you.

"But, I'm not a Mothman." You state with some confusion.

"Our bodies naturally react to the most attractive member of the opposite sex around us. You might not be a Mothman, but you're definitely the most attractive male I've seen in a while. It's just biology, don't worry." She says with a smile.

"I'm not sure how I should take that." You say, not really knowing how to feel.

"Does it bother you?" She asks with a worried tone.

You reassuringly stroke Anita's hair to try and soothe some of her concern. "Not at all! I'm flattered, really. It's just, I worry that I've tricked you into these feelings. That your biology is forcing you into something unnatural."

"Trust me, I really want this." She says with a chuckle. "But, if it makes you feel any better, I do have some control over it. When I met you for the first time, I felt a mild warmth. But today? I'm practically on fire!"

"So when you're near me, the feeling gets stronger?" You ask.

"Yes. But it's not just a feeling, it's a physical reaction. My body craves your touch in a way I've never experienced before." She says with a lustful smile.

"R-really?" You ask, somewhat startled at the true extent of her feelings. You knew lots of creatures could enter heat, but you never expected something like this from a Mothgirl. Then again, you've never known much about Mothgirls.

"Yes. And I'm sure it's the same for you. I can sense your nervousness, and I know it's because you desire me as well. Am I wrong?" She asks while snuggling you tighter in your lap.

She places her hand on your chest, and leans her face towards yours. Her lips part slightly, as she moves in for a kiss.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel her lips against yours. Her kiss is very gentle, as if she is worried that you will pull away.

You wrap your arms around her and pull her closer to deepen the kiss. Her lips are very soft and you enjoy her sweet taste. There's tingling sensation where her body touches yours, and your heart begins to race. You've never felt a sensation quite like this before, nor have you ever been confronted with how powerful love can make people. Anita pushes her tongue into your mouth, slowly coiling the length of it around yours so she can suck on it. One of Anita's hands pulls itself off your body to run a finger along her wings for a moment, before returning covered in a shimmering pink powder. She gently runs the bright pink fingertip along your lips, before pushing it into your mouth next to her tongue. You realize that she's feeding you her love powder, and you can't help but swallow the dust thanks to the motions of her inhumanly long tongue.

The sensation of a hand against your chin appears, and Anita gently coaxes you into continuing to swallow the love powder on her fingers as she sucks on your tongue with equal parts grace and hunger. Anita's other hands begin to rub all over your body, exploring every inch of what lies just beneath a layer of clothing. The touch is light, but with the influence of the love powder you can't help but begin to feel aroused. After what feels like an eternity, Anita's tongue uncoils from around yours, and she pulls back to break the kiss. Several thick cords of hot pink drool connect your lips for a moment, before bending under the force of gravity and snapping apart. One of Anita's hands is still gently rubbing your throat and chin, while another caresses the side of your head. She's staring into your eyes with a kind of caring love and deep, carnal passion that you can feel in your bones.

"When you first rescued me, you fed me sweet, warm honey. Honey and milk. Just like this," she says, softly stroking the underside of your jaw, "you fed me time and again. I was so weak, so fragile. Vulnerable to death like never before. But you kept me safe. You fed me, healed me, kept me warm. You gave me your clothes. You gave me your bed. You gave me a kind of caring love I've never felt before. You made me feel like a woman. A real woman. Not some monster. Not some freak of nature. You saved my life in more ways than one, and I've loved you for it ever since that day."

Anita's eyes twinkle as she stares into yours, her face bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun. You can feel the heat of her breath on your face, and her sweet, honey-sweet words caress your mind and soul like the fingers of an angel. For a moment, you are entranced by her beauty, by her presence, by her love.

"I want to make love to you, my love. I want to show you what it means to be with a woman. You saved me. Now let me save you."

Anita's hands leave your face and move down your shoulders, her long, slender fingers stroking the bare skin of your arms as she moves them around your back. Her body moves forward, pressing against yours. Her lips part slightly, and she moves her face towards yours once more.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel her lips against yours. Her kiss is very gentle, as if she is worried that you will pull away.

You wrap your arms around her and pull her closer to deepen the kiss. Her lips are very soft and you enjoy her sweet taste. There's tingling sensation where her body touches yours, and your heart begins to race. You've never felt a sensation quite like this before, nor have you ever been confronted with how powerful love can make people. Anita pushes her tongue into your mouth, slowly coiling the length of it around yours so she can suck on it. One of Anita's hands pulls itself off your body to run a finger along her wings for a moment, before returning covered in a shimmering pink powder. She gently runs the bright pink fingertip along your lips, before pushing it into your mouth next to her tongue. You realize that she's feeding you her love powder, and you can't help but swallow the dust thanks to the motions of her inhumanly long tongue.

The sensation of a hand against your chin appears, and Anita gently coaxes you into continuing to swallow the love powder on her fingers as she sucks on your tongue with equal parts grace and hunger. Anita's other hands begin to rub all over your body, exploring every inch of what lies just beneath a layer of clothing. The touch is light, but with the influence of the love powder you can't help but begin to feel aroused. After what feels like an eternity, Anita's tongue uncoils from around yours, and she pulls back to break the kiss. Several thick cords of hot pink drool connect your lips for a moment, before bending under the force of gravity and snapping apart. One of Anita's hands is still gently rubbing your throat and chin, while another caresses the side of your head. She's staring into your eyes with a kind of caring love and deep, carnal passion that you can feel in your bones.

"When you first rescued me, you fed me sweet, warm honey. Honey and milk. Just like this," she says, softly stroking the underside of your jaw, "you fed me time and again. I was so weak, so fragile. Vulnerable to death like never before. But you kept me safe. You fed me, healed me, kept me warm. You gave me your clothes. You gave me your bed. You gave me a kind of caring love I've never felt before. You made me feel like a woman. A real woman. Not some monster. Not some freak of nature. You saved my life in more ways than one, and I've loved you for it ever since that day."

Anita's eyes twinkle as she stares into yours, her face bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun. You can feel the heat of her breath on your face, and her sweet, honey-sweet words caress your mind and soul like the fingers of an angel. For a moment, you are entranced by her beauty, by her presence, by her love. You feel as if you could stay here, with her, in this moment forever.

"I'm yours," she whispers, "body and soul. Please, take me."

Anita's face slowly approaches yours, and she kisses you once more. You can feel the love in each one of her kisses, see the caring in the way she looks at you. Her fingers gently caress your skin, sending shivers of ecstasy through your body. You can feel your heartbeat quickening with each passing moment. She smiles, and gently bites your lower lip with her teeth.

"I'm ready whenever you are, lover," she whispers in your ear.

Her hand reaches down, and gently caresses your crotch. A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over you as she giggles softly. Her fingers deftly unbuckle your belt, and unbutton your trousers. The impending implications of her actions finally get to you, and you manage to pull your brain out of the fog for a moment.

"Anita. Just a little bit longer. This is all so new to me, so bewildering. Can we just take a little more time? Before things go there?" you ask her with pleading eyes.
Anita stares into your eyes for a moment, and then sighs.

"I understand," she says.

You breathe a sigh of relief, and hold her close. She smiles warmly at you, and snuggles up against you. Her pleasant, delicate scent fills your nostrils as you feel the warmth of her body against your own. You run your fingers through the fur on her neck, and she closes her eyes, smiling.

Anita rests her head on your shoulder with a wistful sigh, before whispering into your ear. "Take me back to bed."

You nod, and stand, holding her in your arms. She wraps her wings around you both as you walk back to bed. You gently place her down on the bed, and rest your head on her chest. She softly strokes your hair, and you can hear the steady beat of her heart. It's a very peaceful moment.

You look up at Anita with sorrow in your eyes. "Anita, I'm really sorry I keep asking you to hold back like this. It's just-"

Anita places a finger against your lips to silence you. She shakes her head and smiles. "I know. You've been so patient with me, the least I can do is have some patience for you."

You nod eagerly, and snuggle up against her again. Anita pulls you up on her body and plants a kiss on your cheek, and then another on your chin. Another on the tip of your nose, just underneath your eyes. Another on each of your eyelids. A final one on your forehead.

She stops to look deep into your eyes. "I just want to give back to you so much. I want to care for you like you've cared for me. This burning desire inside me, it's as protective and passionate as it is lusty."

She slowly moves her lips towards yours, and they connect in a kiss. Her lips are very warm against your own.

"You've made me so happy," she whispers.

You close your eyes as her velvet wings wrap around your body. It's like you're in heaven, and you know it's a feeling brought on by more than just the love powder. You and Anita embrace, your hands running over every inch of each other. Anita's lips meet yours in a kiss, and then move down to your chin, your neck, your chest; every kiss is like a burst of ecstasy. Her hands are like ethereal things that massage your muscles and infuse them with blistering pleasure. It's not long at all before her hands are working to remove your shirt and slide off your already undone pants. After just a few quick motions, you're in nothing but your boxers. You breathe a mental sigh of relief that Anita is respecting your wishes, and isn't moving to try and peel your underwear off.

She seems quite pleased with your newly revealed body, taking in every inch of your skin with her piercing purple eyes. She's drooling a bit as she admires the view. You begin to feel a little self-conscious, but the warm smile on her face reassures you.

"You're so pretty," she whispers. Her hand reaches out and gently caresses your cheek. "I'm the lucky one here."

She leans in and kisses you on the lips, long and passionately. Her hands move down your back, as her wings enfold you in their warmth. Her hands move inside your underwear, finally touching your skin directly. You feel yourself melting away under her gentle ministrations. She keeps working until you are fully erect, and then she leans in once more to kiss you.

"I want you inside me," she whispers in your ear. "Don't worry about hurting me. Just let your feelings flow."

She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer to her body, the feeling of your erect length pushing against her pulsing wetness dulled only by the thin layer of cloth that separates the two.

It takes all of your focus to put a sentence together. "I know, Anita. I know. My head is spinning, it's hard to focus. I'm just so nervous, so afraid. You're still fragile, still bandaged. I- I can't."

"Yes, you can!" she insists. "If you love me, if you trust me, if you feel what I feel for you in every pore of my body, then we can do this together. We'll heal each other."

"But I promised you," you whimper, "I promised I'd wait until you were fully healed."

"I don't want to wait," she whispers, kissing you on the neck. "I need you inside me."

She begins to slide your underwear down, as her hand grabs at your manhood. You're growing harder and harder as your underwear falls to the floor, struggling to fight back against the reactions of your body. She gently kisses you on the lips, as her other hand caresses your chest. Her wings enfold you in their softness.

"Anita," you stammer nervously, "What if-"

"Shhh. I need you inside me, filling me, joining with me."

"But I could hurt you! You've still got bandages on! You've still got cuts, and bruises, and who knows what kinds of pains?"

"I trust you," she whispers. "You'll be as gentle as you've always been with me."

"But-"

"Shh. No buts. Just let yourself feel good. Heal me with your love, and I'll heal you with mine. You loved me when I was at my weakest, and now I love you when you are at your weakest. Because here, you're weak, and fragile. You're vulnerable to my love, and that's such a beautiful thing. Let me care for you now. Let us heal each other."

She wraps two of her arms around your head, her hands on either side, holding the back of your head. She brings you in for a kiss, and slowly guides you inside her. It's an explosive feeling; the warmth, the wetness, the pulsating flesh that is eager to embrace you. She's as wet as can be, and you slide into her waiting depths like they're made of nectar. She's so wet, so inviting, so loving. Her love is all around you as she gently caresses your face with her antennae. The heady rush of endorphins overwhelm you as her love enfolds you in its embrace. The wetness, the softness, the tender kisses and licks and nibbles on your ears and neck, it's all too much! You feel like you could explode right now, just by being inside her.

"Anita," you moan in a husky, lust-filled voice. "There's so much to feel. I don't-"

She silences you with a deep kiss, before pulling back with a look of deep affection in her eyes. "Shh. You don't need to do anything. I'll care for you now."

Anita gently wraps her legs around your waist, locking your pelvises together. You begin to thrust, and she guides you in and out of her. The pleasure courses through you as she moans in ecstasy. The warmth, the wetness, the tightness, the softness, the pleasure. It's all so much to take in. The sensations are all so powerful, you feel like you could pass out from the overload of endorphins.

"Oh, Anon," she moans, "you feel so good! You smell so good! Your touch, your skin, your warmth! The way you fill me up! It feels so right..." she trails off into another powerful moan. "...so perfect," she finishes.

Her wings brace against your back like a blanket, all four of her arms caressing your body as her legs and hips gently guide the pace of your movements. She's taking everything as slow as she can, drawing out each stroke to it's most pleasurable crest and trough. The length of her tongue is being put to full use, licking every inch of your skin in between her gentle kisses that imbue you with heat and passion. She's taking your time to smell you, to touch you, to taste you, to feel you, to hear you. You are all hers in this moment, and she wants to experience every bit of your body.

You slowly move in and out of her, your hips gently rocking back and forth with your movements inside her. Her wetness is smooth and slick around your length, making each thrust more pleasurable than the last. You can't help but groan in ecstasy, the sound vibrating through your chest. Anita's own moans reverberate through your body as she holds you closer, wrapping her legs tighter around your waist.

"So soft, so gentle." she coos. "Even in the depths of passion, you're nothing but kind to me."

You blush at her words, not knowing how to respond. Instead, you focus on the physical sensations, on the wonderful warmth that is filling you up and taking hold of your body. Anita's cooing and noises of enjoyment deepen as she continues to savor every sensation as deeply as you, continuing to coax a steady pace out of your hips with the guidance of her body. Her breathing becomes heavier and more excited as the pace of your thrusts gradually quickens. Her body tenses up, and her wings clench around you as she gently bites down on your shoulder. You grit your teeth in order to avoid releasing immediately.

"Oh God, I'm- I'm cumming!" She cries out.

To your own surprise, you manage to last throughout the entire onslaught of her orgasm. Anita moans and cries out in pleasure as she braces herself against you, melting into your arms as her insides squeeze around you with raw release. You continue to thrust into her as she cums, not wanting to end this moment. Her pleasure is your pleasure. Your face is beaded with sweat as a rising tide of heat and energy grows in your body. You remain strong, holding Anita in your arms with every ounce of passion she's holding you with. You gently stroke her hair with your free hand as her climax deepens, keeping her safe in your embrace as she melts into her most pleasured and vulnerable state. Her orgasm lasts nearly a full minute, before it begins to fade.

"Anon..." Anita gasps as she starts to unwind in the afterglow, "...hold me forever. Just like this. I never want to stop feeling the way I do right now."

You plant a gentle kiss on Anita's neck. "Always."

It's a simple action, and an even simpler statement, but your expression of love inflames Anita's soul like never before. She grabs your face and plants a deep kiss on your lips, her tongue lashing out and intertwining with yours in a deeply passionate kiss. Her hands run all over you, exploring every part of your body as she feels your chest, your arms, your back, and everywhere in between. She pushes you off of her and rolls over with her legs wrapped around you. You enter her again as she reasserts the grip of her legs, pulling you into her as deep as you can go. She lets out a moan so loud that the forest animals could probably hear it, and she's not done yet.

Anita begins to thrust into you, hard. She bounces up and down on you as the two of you become one. You never thought such a slender girl could be so forceful, but then again you never thought that this would happen between the two of you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't concerned that she might break, but it's too late to turn back now. Anita's moans become louder and more intense as she rides you. You can feel your own release nearing, and you don't want it to end. Not now, not ever. But all things end eventually, and your release is dangerously close.

You cry out to warn her. "Anita, I'm close! It's too much! You feel so good!"

Anita looks deep into your eyes and thrusts even harder.

"Yes! Don't hold back! Cum inside me! I want your seed!" She cries, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

You can't hold on any longer. With one final thrust, you push deep inside of her as every muscle in your body tenses up. You release a primal moan as your orgasm begins, filling her with your hot sticky seed. The feeling is too much for her, and she cums immediately after you with a shrill cry of blistering pleasure.

Anita collapses on top of you, her body heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. The two of you lie there in each other's arms, panting heavily in the afterglow of your mutual release.

"That was- That was..." you struggle to find the words to describe it.

"Perfect." She finishes your sentence.

You both lie there for a few more minutes, basking in the warm wake of your intimacy. Eventually, she rolls off of you and lies next to you, staring up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

"I think I'm ready now." She says.

"Ready? Ready for what?" You ask, confused.

"To do it again." She says, turning to face you. "I know I'm in heat, but I don't want to go another day without you." She grabs your hand and places it on her stomach. "I need to feel you filling me up over and over. I want your scent all over me. I want to feel your touch all over me. I want you to mark me as yours."

A shiver hits your body at the sound of her lust-soaked pleas. "You have a real way with words, Anita. Still, I don't know if I can. I feel like I've just spent three days in the wilderness doing nothing but hard labor."

Anita's eyes light up, like she's been waiting for you to say something like that. Her lips curl into a gentle smile as she crawls onto your lap, straddling you while she leans forward. "That's perfectly fine. Just relax. Let me take care of you. I'll be nothing but gentle and tender with your body, just like you were with mine. Okay?"

You pause to think for a moment, before coming to the conclusion this is probably a good way for her to vent a lot of her sexual needs without dangerous exertion. The pleasure is mind-blowing for you as well, which is a nice side effect. "Alright. I trust you."

Anita lets out an adorable squeak of joy, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I'll feed you waves of pleasure like nothing you've ever felt before. I'll cover you in my body while you fill me with your love, and I won't stop touching you until dawn. And when the sun rises, you'll be satisfied in a way you've never known before. We'll be mates, in body and soul. Coated in each other's pleasure like never before."

You close your eyes and let out a contented sigh. "I'd like that."

Anita's voice is rapidly filling with the depths of her resurgent lust as she whispers to you. "Good. Because that's exactly what I'm going to do."

You nod, and she leans forward to kiss you on the lips. She then slowly moves down your body, kissing whatever parts of your flesh she can reach. She plants a trail of kisses from your chest to your stomach, before finally arriving at your pelvis. She stops and looks up at you with a loving gaze, before smiling and returning to her work. She slowly lets her lips travel down to your pelvis. She then starts to move up and down, planting kisses all over your member. Anita begins to moan in a deep, sultry way that's totally new to you. Her lips wrap around the tip of your manhood, as she begins to softly suck on it. Her hands rub and massage your balls, moving in sync with her mouth. Just when you think it can't get any better, her tongue snakes out from between her lips. She gives the tip of your dick a long, slow lick, before running her tongue up and down your shaft. As she begins to suck on you, she moves one hand from your balls and up to the tip of your dick. She uses her thumb and index finger to softly rub the area right behind the head. You let out a gasp as she applies light pressure there.

"Anita! I-" You manage to say as you feel yourself nearing climax.

Your outburst causes her to bring all her ministrations to a dead stop.

She looks back up at you with the same loving gaze, softy petting your length as she watches it twitch. "I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away for a moment. I don't want you to feel so overwhelmed, not this quickly. I'm sorry."

"No, its fine! I'm just, uh, sensitive." You stammer, trying to find the right words.

She giggles. "I'll take care of you, don't worry. I'll go slow. You just lie back and enjoy it. I want to make sure you have plenty of time to enjoy the nectar of my love." She winks at you.

You nod, allowing her to do as she pleases. She slowly envelops the head of your dick in her mouth, sucking gently. She begins to move her head forward, slowly taking more and more of your length into her mouth. Soon, and all too soon, she has taken all of you into her mouth. You feel the back of her throat, and she gags lightly, but continues to move her head forward. The tip of your dick presses up against the inside of her throat, and she holds it there for a moment. You let out a groan as she begins to move back, her lips sliding over your dick as she goes. She lets your dick fall out of her mouth with a wet pop. She looks up at you.

"How good does that feel?"

"It feels amazing."

She smiles. "It's about to feel better." She says, gripping your dick with one hand and gently rubbing it against her cheek. She then kisses the tip again, before her tongue begins to creep past her lips. It wraps around the tip of your dick, continuing to wind around your length as she feeds more of her tongue's inhuman length out of her mouth. It continues to wind around your dick, almost seeming to caress it.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good." You moan.

Anita smiles, before continuing to coil her tongue further around and down your shaft. Her tongue is so long that she effortlessly wraps it around your entire cock, before moving on to take a gentle hold of your balls with her tongue as well. She begins to gently lap at your cock with her tongue, cleaning it of any pre-cum that might be there.

"You're so gentle..." You moan, looking down at her.

She giggles. "I know. I want to make this the best experience."

"It already is."

She smiles, kissing the tip of your dick once again. Her tongue begins to move up and down, tightly wrapped coils shuffling back and forth with ease as she squeezes every inch of your dick with the heat and wetness of her lengthy muscle.

"I'm going to put it in my mouth, okay?" She asks.

You nod your head eagerly.

She giggles once again, and slowly begins to lower her head onto your cock. Her lips spread, her tongue coiling tighter as your dick enters her mouth. Her mouth is hot and wet, and tight around your dick. She begins to gently suck as more of your dick disappears into her mouth. As she takes more of you inside her mouth, her tongue continues to shuffle up and down your length, squeezing and stroking it as the heat and slickness combines with the extra sensations of her mouth fully surrounding your dick. It's a dual assault of sensation, and one she seems to be enjoying very deeply. She gently closes her mouth around your dick, and you can almost feel every inch as it passes down her tongue, into her mouth, and bumping into the back of her throat. Her mouth is so warm and wet that you can't help but let out a moan.

"Holy hell, Anita!" You groan.

Her cheeks bulge slightly, with drool dripping from the corners of her mouth like nectar. She bobs up and down on your dick, resting one hand on your pelvis as she sucks you off. Her eyes glance up at you, shimmering with a deep purple glow.

"Mm-hmm..." she moans as she bobs.

She speeds up, her mouth moving faster and faster as the wet smacking sounds echo through the room. Two of her hands rub your inner thighs, while one remains on your pelvis, and the last one begins attending to her own crotch. She begins to flick her antennae as she rubs herself, letting out a drawn out moan as the pleasure is amplified tenfold. Her mouth bobs faster and faster, your dick pushing deeper and deeper with each passing second until it reaches her throat.

"Ohhhhhh!" She gurgles, her eyes glazing over.

She begins to choke, but she doesn't stop. She starts twitching, as she begins to push herself further and further. You let out a deep groan as your dick begins to throb, before you start to release.

"Anita!"

Your dick finally gives in, sending rope after rope of cum into her throat. She gurgles and twitches as more and more of your cum fills her belly. She keeps her mouth firmly planted on your dick as she continues to moan wildly. She finally reaches her limit, and pulls her mouth off your dick as she tosses her head back. Her tongue rapidly spools off your cock and back into her mouth, carrying a dose of your cum with it.

"Oh! Oh my goodness!" She moans, her wings flapping as she begins to climax.

"Anita!" You say, worried.

She begins to shudder as she climaxes, her wings flapping as a fine dust is expelled. It blows past you, your nose tickling as you begin to feel the effects almost immediately.

"Oh shit." You groan, barely noticing your dick coming back to life.

You take a deep breath, the dust sending waves of relaxation through you. A heavy scent of strawberries floods the room, almost overpoweringly sweet. Your head grows light as your dick begins to rise once more. There's a swelling in your chest as you're hit by powerful wave of arousal electrifying your body.

"Anon!" Moans the Mothgirl, her body spasming as she cums.

Your dick spits out another load of semen onto her waiting mouth. She eagerly accepts it, swallowing it down and returning to sucking on your dick. You groan in pleasure as you feel the last of the haze clear from your head, quickly giving way to another deep wave of arousal as the love powder soaks into your system.

"Mm! Mmmm!" She moans, sucking for all she's worth.

She begins to suck your dick with wild abandon, as if she was trying to swallow it whole. You groan in pleasure, your hands running through her hair. She takes your dick deep down her throat, and you gasp in surprise as her throat muscles clench around you. She immediately begins to gag and cough, but holds her place. Her eyes begin to water, but she doesn't back off and after a moment she pulls back, taking a deep breath.

"Anita! Are you alright? You're scaring me." You ask with a tone of concern.

She nods, giving you a wide eyed innocent look as she wipes the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine! I just really want your dick in me. It tastes so good, and the smell is intoxicating. I've never tasted anything as delicious as your sap." She says, her speech slurring as she stares at your dick with glazed eyes.

"Wait, so you're saying that my dick tastes good?" You ask, confused.

"Incredibly. It's soaked with your scent, dripping with male richness. It's delicious." She says with a goofy smile.

"Thanks?"

"Mhm. You're welcome. But I think I've tasted my fill," she says, petting your dick with two of her hands as it creeps back to full hardness, "I need to feel you inside me properly." The look in her eyes is absolutely debaucherous, soaked with maddening lust and blended with undying love.

"O-okay." You respond shakily, struggling to say anything more under the deep hold of her love powder.

Anita craws up your body on all fours, gently fanning you with her wings as she stares into your eyes. She's dusting both your bodies with more love powder, clearly enjoying the way you're reacting to its effects. Your love for her wells up inside you, and can tell she feels the same. She leans in to kiss you, as you wrap your arms around her back and hug her tightly. You give her a long, deep kiss that makes your bodies melt together into a tight embrace. Anita moans into your mouth, before returning the kiss with surprising ferocity. You run your hands over her body, tracing the contours of her back and wings as she gently bites your lower lip, shivering with intense pleasure. Her patches of fur are softer and warmer than anything you've ever felt before.

"I need you inside me," she whispers into your ear, "I need you to fill me up so I can wrap you in my love."

With those words, she slowly guides your dick into her. You gasp at the feeling of her tight walls squeezing down around your cock. She's so warm and soft, her insides perfectly molded to your dick.

"Oh fuck!" She moans, clearly enjoying the feeling.

You start thrusting into her slowly, as her wings flutter and her antennae droop down. Her eyes roll back as her tongue hangs out of her open mouth. She looks like she's about to collapse, but you hold onto her carefully.

"Oh! Ohhhh..." she trails off as she moans, her voice shaky and broken under the weight of her own aphrodisiac and all the sensations your body is providing hers.

You thrust into her deeper and harder, and she wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in. Her kisses grow more and more frantic as she presses her face against yours. You can feel the love swelling up inside of your heart, growing stronger with every thrust and every kiss.

"I love you!" She cries out in between moans.

"I love you too." You pant back, feeling dizzy from the strength of your feelings for each other.

Anita's wings close around your bodies, keeping you pressed against and inside her as closely as possible. Her kisses shower your entire face as her hands run through your hair and across your body as feverishly as possible.

"Oh! I'm close! I'm close!" She cries out, her whole body shuddering.

You can feel her inner walls tightening around your dick as she moans and writhes under you. Her wings hug your back closely as Anita completely loses herself to the pleasure of it all.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She cries out, her whole body tensing up as her pussy clenches down hard on your dick.

The feeling of her climax sends you over the edge, and you quickly explode inside of her, filling her soft reaches with the heat of your cum.

"I can feel you cumming! So much! It's so warm!" She pants, loving every bit of it. "Give it to me! All of it!"

You keep thrusting into her as you release every last drop into her. She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you into her as hard as she can, her fingernails digging into your back painfully as she loses herself in the moment.

"I can feel all of it inside of me!" she pants. "All of it inside my womb! It's your love! It's your passion! The feeling of my mate inside me!"

Your faces are only an inch away from each other as you both share the moment of ecstasy. Your eyes roll back into your head, and you feel dizzy from the power of it all.

"I love you!" she cries out.

"I love you too!" you shout in return.

Just hearing the words from you is enough to make her cum all over again your arms. She holds on to you for dear life as her whole body shakes with the force of it all. She pants and whimpers as she feels you continue thrusting into her.

"I'm going to keep going. Tell me if I get too rough." You say, concerned that you may be hurting her.

"Don't stop! I can take it!" She says, and then kisses you.

You continue thrusting into her as she writhes and squirms under you, her hands clawing at your back as she tries not to scream out in ecstasy. Her whole body tenses up again as she releases for a third time.

"I feel so full!" She pants. "I'll never let go of you! I'm yours! You're mine!"

"I'll never let go either." You say as you thrust into her one last time, and hold yourself there.

"Cum inside me! Give everything to me! I want every last drop!" She moans.

You release deep inside of her as she clenches tightly around your dick. You rest your head on her shoulder as you both share the moment of ecstasy, while Anita peppers your neck with her sloppy kisses.

"It's so warm! So thick! It feels so good inside me!" She says, as she's driven into a final climax of her own.

You both lie there, completely spent and satisfied. Anita's wings finally release their hold on you, but her hands are still weakly petting your body.

"Do you feel better?" you ask.

"I've never felt better." She says, blissfully. "That was amazing."

"It really was." You say, smiling. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Me too."

She snuggles into your chest, your bodies exchanging heat as her deliciously soft fur rubs against your skin.

"Will you stay with me?" She asks.

"For as long as you'll stay with me." You reply.

You hold her close, as the two of you drift off to sleep. You don't know what the future holds, but you do know that you'll face it together.


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Pub: 18 Oct 2020 00:14 UTC
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