<i>“Luna... I think... I think the moths are obeying you. It’s unlike their previous behaviour where they just roughly took Trixx, uncaring of whether she enjoyed it or not. They are obeying your command of doing you, giving you pleasure and making you come in the most gentle way possible. You can command them to stop! Berrac and another ally are close to save you, but you can save yourself from being filled with the eggs! The eggs will put you into a coma until they hatch I think. Look at Trixx, she’s already out of it. Don't make them do it to you, or they'll go at it until you're exhausted of endless pleasure!”</i><br/><br/>The enchanted snake moth slowed his thrusts as his adorable fey lover came, his cock throbbing in protest. The way the tiny fey was receiving him, the strange, eager noises she was making, and the slick heat of her tight pussy quivering around him made it hard not to fill up her with eggs on the spot. But her order had been clear. He had to make sure she was really ready first.<br/><br/>This was exactly the break Luna’s sex-addled mind needed to sort through Evy’s warning.<i>Eggs? Coma?</i>The idea of being stuffed full of eggs didn’t seem all that bad anymore, really. The thought of it sent a shudder of pleasure up her spine. Surely there wasn’t in harm in<i>one</i>, right? How many times would she cum by then?<br/><br/>But the more she thought about it, the worse she felt, even through the pleasure. She didn’t want to be comatose. She could’ve saved Trix, too, but she’d been too stupid to notice. She was supposed to be a researcher, not a moth-toy, even if they were<i>very</i>skilled moths. And if she didn’t stop them, they’d probably be killed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Stop,”</span>Luna said quietly, eyes downcast. She half-expected and half-wanted the moth to ignore her. But it stopped, just as ordered. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips without her noticing. Those bright, pulsing eggs weren’t anywhere near her yet, and now they never would be. She glanced over at Trix, feeling a weird mix of guilt and jealousy at the gentle glow coming from her fellow fey’s belly.<span style="color: #006666">“I’m sorry,”</span>she said, as much to Trix as to the moths.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Now t-take it out!”</span>she ordered with what she hoped passed for sternness. She braced herself as much as she could against the mushroom, but the moth’s massive length still lifted most of her body as it pulled out. Those few seconds of pleasure and the intense feeling of emptiness that followed were almost enough to make her change her mind again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“You need to run. Our friends are coming to save us, and if you’re still here, they might hurt you. Leave us, and fly to safety!”</span>Was she actually feeling<i>sorry</i>for a bunch of creepy rape moths? Well,<i>her</i>creepy rape moths, apparently. And they’d raped the only other dryadi on the planet into a coma. And that wasn’t even the worst of it, was it?<br/><br/><i>Oh no.</i>She hid her face in her hands. Evy had been broadcasting the whole thing. She was ruined now. That’s what they’d see whenever they looked at her. There was a pretty big difference between ‘Luna? Yeah, she’d naked a lot, but I can never get a really good look. She’s adorable and very helpful!’ and ‘Luna? Yeah, I saw her have sex with a weird moth and it looked like she really,<i>really</i>liked it. I was kind of interested in her but now I’ve literally seen everything.’ Her wings fluttered indignantly at the pretend voice. They were still far too slime-heavy to fly. On top of everything, they’d have to rescue her from a mushroom of all things, too. Very dignified. A trapped, naked, ashamed, slimy, flushed, half-fucked little fairy.<br/><br/>And worst of all, every time she shifted even a little, shocks of pleasure ran down her body, growing stronger each time.<i>Stay strong, Luna. You just have to wait it out. You can do it. You’re the only dryadi left. You can keep <b>some</b> dignity. Just take deeeep breaths and don’t let anything touch you. Not even you.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“So, um, Evy, I don’t suppose this moth slime might have some... weird effects?”</span>She wiggled uncomfortably, and the sudden jolt of pleasure made her gasp.<span style="color: #006666"> “It’s not just me, right? I’m not stuck like this, right? I can’t do research like this! It’s hard to even think!”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>