Back home

After a significant amount of time, you've decided on the four-flower long planter and Molly's decided on the bulbs she wants to plant. You've also picked out a really nice flower that's already blooming in it's own individual pot. "I got this one for you too, so you can have have something right away." You say, smiling and holding the potted plant.

"Oh Jack, that's so sweet!" Molly buzzes as she kisses your cheek before picking up a small bag of potting soil and hand spade.

You pay for everything and load it into your backpack which is now quite heavy and head out to the bus stop. You and Molly make it back to your apartment without incident just around time for dinner. You put down your backpack and Molly tends to the one plant that's by itself while you take Alex's advice to order some Chinese.

"It's kinda late, did you want to save planting for tomorrow? Our food will be here in a bit." You say as you grab Mazl's file and plop down on the couch.

Molly nods,"Yez, sounds good. I'm a bit tired from all that flying and excitement anyway." Molly says as she comes over to cuddle with you again."Before you read that, I want to ask you zomething, bzzt."

Molly shifts herself around to look at you and place a hand on your chest. You smile and place your hand on her head, feeling her hair and antenna. "I . Um. Lotz of monster girls call the people they love, a name... Like master. Would you like that, bzzt?" Molly looks up to you, completely relaxed in your arms as you hold her dear.

Master? Hmmm. You contemplate that for a while as you slip an antenna between two fingers. A small moan is heard as you caress it. "You know Molly, that's very common for human couples as well, my sweet honey. But I'm not your master. I don't want you to feel as if you're inferior to me." You say as you look upon her cute face.

"I agree, bzzt. That's part of why I love you so much." Molly says as she hugs you closer. Her hand starts idling down and rubbing your crotch. "Mmmm, my antenna are zo sensitive. You're turning me onnn..." Molly says. "How about Producer? Every musician needs a producer. You're mine." She says as she 'produces' your dick from your pants and wraps her long, muscular tongue around your cock head, the prehensile tip probing your opening as if looking for nectar.