Monster Follower x Reader
content: gender neutral reader, gender neutral boobs, NSFW, you finally offer HornyMantis access to your boobs, Patreon request
He can almost hear the angels sounding their trumpets in heavenly praise. His middle legs are propped into your shoulders, keeping you in place, while his forelegs knead the fat of your breasts in shameless greed.
Of course, he already knew your boobs better than any monster out there, but many details were left to imagination. He often tried to envision the smell, the texture of your skin, the ripples of movement if he were to squeeze them – in fact, he spent many nights raking his mantis brain for a convincing picture, taking calculating guesses as he observed his curated data. He briefly recalled some of his rudimentary sketches, scattered notes slid aside on his desk every time you hosted a new livestream. ‘Revisit chest circumference’, he’d scribble in the corner of a doodle, squinting at a screenshot from your latest video.
Indeed, he would be as bold as to say that most of his assumptions were correct. Cupping your boobs with his insectoid digits, he nodded to himself in agreement: they matched his hypothetical size. Yet none of his equations could ever compare to the real deal. Some things, he’s now certain of it, have to be experienced firsthand. His mandibles hover above your nipples, inhaling deeply before finally plunging for a taste test, swirling his labial palps over your sensitive parts.
To your surprise, it’s a much more pleasant experience than you originally anticipated. You were a tad hesitant to hold this kind of raffle, especially when you eyed the winner. It should’ve been obvious that HornyMantis did everything in his power to win his chance to hold your boobs. Perhaps you already had him in mind when you considered such a lewd, particular reward. Either way, you now find yourself clutching the sheets of the bed, arousal building up with each tug and slippery inspection.
“What a dream,” he mutters to himself. “I can still hear the moans, almost as if it truly happened a moment ago.”
“It did, though?” you stare at him in disbelief, tucked under the blanket with your face flushed, still heaving from your peak.
The mantis monster gazes ahead nostalgically.
“So vivid,” he continues mumbling, “burned into my memory. I wonder what it meant. A godly vision, perhaps? A mystic prophecy?”
You sit up.
“They’re literally still here,” you remark, pointing at your chest. “What are you talking about?”
You begin to worry you may have broken the creature. Did the reality of your boobs short circuit his mind for good? You frantically snap your fingers, trying to bring him back, yet the same dumb smile remains plastered on his face.
