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Point Pleasant West Virginia, a quiet little town tucked between the Appalachian mountains and (unfortunately) Ohio and the home of local Girlboss himself, Mothman. Mothman was somewhat of a local celebrity, the entire town having dedicated stores, museums, pizzas, and a giant statue to his juicy ass. Upon moving to this town, he’d never expected chasing down cars and attempting to eat people to make him so popular. But here he was, coveted by monsterfuckers all over the country.
Of course it was flattering but none of them held his heart. Not like his beloved warrior poet did.
He still remembered the day they met. He had been visiting Morrowind to sample the local cuisine when he’d wandered into Vivec City. He’d been eating an elf who had come too close when he saw the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Vivec. Apparently the God-King had noticed him as well and they’d managed to strike up a conversation, sparks quickly flying. They’d made sweet sweet love that night and been inseparable ever since.
As he entered their cozy little cave, making sure to wipe his feet on the mat on the way in, his heart leaped at the sight of his spouse. After a long day of devouring wild animals and coughing up their bones like a barn owl and flashing his dick at monster hunters, he was happy to be home and relax with his love.
“Welcome home, dear.” Vivec smiled and set down the casserole he was making (ah yes. Hot Garbage Casserole, Mothman’s favorite) and crossed the room to place a kiss to Mothman’s furry cheek. “How was your day?”
“AAAAAAAA SCHCHCHMMM.” Mothman replied as his malewife stepped behind him to massage his shoulders.
“That bad? I’m sorry, love.”
Mothman shook his head with a chitter, ass flexing sexily as he turned around to gather Vivec into his arms. A blush crossed his spouse’s blue and gold cheeks and he turned his head bashfully.
“B-baka… What are you doing?”
“RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEECHCHCHC.” Mothman’s hands moved down Vivec’s back to squeeze his fat cheeks. He didn’t want a casserole. He wanted to FUCK.
Vivec gasped sexily, pressing his middies against Mothman’s rock hard rippling abs. “Oh Mothman! Here? In the kitchen?”
Mothman nodded with a low growl and yeeted Vivec onto the table, pulling out his magnum dong and slapping it against Vivec’s Sex Hole. He was at least 12 inches long but luckily the warrior poet was a size queen with a gorilla grip coochie.
Vivec’s organ pulsed against the table and he let out a horny howl. “Oh yes! Take me, my beloved cryptid!”
Mothman’s claws dug into Vivec’s meaty calves as he pulled his legs up and brought his toes to his mouth, sucking the entire foot into his terrifying moth maw. Vivec’s mommy milkers jiggled homosexually as he writhed against the table.
Mothman was hard all over as he slorped the toes in his mouth, his sexy meat thermometer having a dick aneurysm and his nipples so hard they could cut glass. Sexily.
Having decided toe sucking was enough foreplay, he finally slammed his fat cum launcher into Vivec’s penis fly trap. Mothman let out a feral cry and thrust hard into his boytoy, the elf’s own meatstick bouncing between them and shooting bullets of clear jizz so hard they nearly put holes into the ceiling. Because they totally switched positions at some point I think don’t worry about it.
Vivec’s hot and wet cock snuggie squeezed and fluttered delightfully around Mothman’s schlong as he fucked himself hard on his husband. The last time he felt this good was when he bit into a delicious McRib Sandwich from McDonalds. He was seeing stars from the vicious Weapon of Ass Destruction tearing up the cavern that was once his punani.
“CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RAPHTHTHTHTHT!” Mothman screeched as he slammed his hips into his husband’s flesh bongos, the sound of his hips hitting Vivec’s Duke Nukem making him spray liquids from his dipstick. He was wet. They both were. The abuse of Vivec’s H O L E was making it hard for them to keep from Nutting.
The hot yaoiz was too much for them. Vivec’s boner garage was quaking.
He yowled like a horny cat in heat and his dong had a seizure as he finally nutted so hard he had an out of body experience. In that moment, Vivec swore he saw the actual Christian God who said ‘nice one’ and gave him a high five as he splooged all over the place, covering them both in sticky nut juice.
Mothman wasn’t far behind, his yaoi wings spread in a wide display of Girlboss Dominance.
It was sexy as fuck.
Mothman’s screams of pleasure could be heard all the way to Ohio (ew) and probably in Utah as well where somewhere in a church a group of Mormons were frozen with horror from the awful sex sounds that just astral projected into their brains. Mothman and Vivec’s love was too strong for the world to handle but they didn’t care. Somewhere, a volcano went off as Mothman pumped hot cummies into Vivec’s tight bussy.
The two of them fell asleep on the table that night, sticky and sated and too tired to eat the hot garbage casserole or even a delicious McRib.
Months later, they discovered that Vivec was full of eggs.
“It’s my dream come true! Finally!”
While they had assumed that Jiub was the only one able to be impragnanted with Egg, they were wrong. Soon they would be fathers to a billion tiny Mothvecs.
And All Was Good.