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Chapter 2 by Overcharge Overcharge

Who's the lesbo we're converting today?

moth cryptid x man

The shadow in the trees didn't move for a long time, the crimson eyes remaining fixed, unblinking and intense. The creature seemed to be studying the man below, her head tilting to the other side as she processed his presence. To her, he was a curiosity a strange, warm thing that smelled of skin and something much more enticing... the scent of cotton and laundry.

Suddenly, there was a heavy, clumsy thud. A branch groaned under immense weight, and the silhouette didn't glide down so much as it tumbled, her large wings flaring out to catch the air in a frantic, uncoordinated beat. She landed a few feet away, her tall, voluptuous frame stumbling slightly on the uneven forest floor. The 'spooky' aura she had been cultivating shattered instantly as she nearly tripped over a protruding root, her large, dark fur clad limbs tangling for a moment.

She stood up, towering at a massive six foot five, her pitch black skin absorbing the moonlight. Her long, messy hair fell over her shoulders, and her large moth antennae twitched erratically, sensing the heat radiating from him. She tried to regain her composure, pulling her black fur cloak tighter around her curves and attempting to look imposing, though her wide, glowing red eyes betrayed a certain nervous energy.

She took a slow, heavy step toward him, her gaze dropping momentarily to his waist before snapping back up to his face. She loomed over him, her presence thick with the scent of dust and mothballs.

"Mhhm... you..."

She rumbled, her voice a deep, raspy vibration that seemed to hum in the air between them. She leaned in closer, her face mere inches from his, her expressionless face making it hard to tell if she was about to strike or simply stare. Her nose twitched, catching a scent that made her pupils dilate.

"Smell... good..."

She drifted a hand toward him, her long fingers hovering near his hip, hesitant yet driven by a primal, moth brained urge. She seemed to be weighing whether to frighten him or to simply... investigate.

"You... stay here?"

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