>>5315006But the Dark Gods are not united, and their ambitions and ideals are not ALWAYS in accord with one another, let alone the mortals below them. You know this. However much you might wish to earn the favour of an additional deity, to bring the Holy Mother back to your race and vice versa… There is no telling what lasting interest she will take in the Reptilian Master Race, or in the ‘greatworms’, or even in your… Your BROOD with this strange caterpillar-girl. You try to think how to phrase all this, while Glowie stares up at you with wide, expectant eyes, her body pressed to you, her breathing heavy but even.
“…But what YOU want, what I want… That matters, also. And our peoples… Our races…”
“What Glowie wants is THIS,” the disguised silk-worm says.
She slides your chestplate off, and her hands—soft hands, right now very REPTILIAN hands, with small, teasing claws—rub and stroke your chest.
“What Glowie wants is her king… Her Dragonborn…”
She continues to caress and fondle your body, and once more her face is buried in your neck, your chest, and nuzzles into your face. The smoothness of her borrowed scales rub against your own exposed skin in supple and sinuous movements. Her scent—Gods, her scent! What is that delicious SMELL?—cling to you, just as she does.
“What does my king want?” she whispers, cupping your face and brushing aside your mop of reddish hair.
She meets your eye… And you know, in that moment at least, what you want.
What follows next is fumbling an inexperienced—on both your parts. Your armour is stripped away, Glowie’s cloak thrown aside with far greater ease. She keeps the amulet on—something neither of you directly addresses. Your first sexual encounter is to be with a glow-worm… In the guise of your childhood bully and current coworker, slightly-adultered.
“I… Am new to this,” you admit as the act itself approaches, a touch embarrassed.
“Greatworms have no males,” Glowie replies, seemingly a bit nervous as well. “Not yet. New to me, too.”
What you both lack in experience, you find she makes up for in gentleness, attentiveness, patience, and an eagerness to please. It is an awkward encounter initially, but when you issue instruction, and ESPECIALLY when you let the Fearsome Presence turn it to an order, Glowie trembles with excitement and redoubles her efforts. And when the moment comes…
“W-what is… Ha… What IS that?!”
