Eat and then sleep?

As always, your meal is delicious. Now that you have commoners living among your numbers and trade is a little bit smoother, Summer is able to receive new ingredients for her cooking. You've already washed up, so after dinner, you're only up for awhile longer beneath the stars before your bed chambers call for you. You take a deep breath of the crisp evening air before you make your way between the magic glowing lanterns that illuminate the pathway between the buildings of your little village. There's one particular silhouette that catches your eye, however, which is difficult to make out at first so close to a light located directly next to the front door.

The woman has plush, white hair, like clouds both by visual and by the fantasy of immeasurable softness beyond even the most well-groomed animal fur. It's a stark contrast to her brown skin, especially as it doesn't just come down from her head. The same fluff grows from the area between her knees and ankles, as well as between her wrists and elbows, as if she's risen to the sky and her body has been decorated by the puffs of white above. Two think antennae protrude up from atop her head, and through the dimness of the approaching night, you can make out her bright violet eyes peering back. Behind her back are two sets of wings beautifully coloured by white and brown swirls in a nearly hypnotic pattern.

As for her garb, she isn't wearing a fancy dress as if prepared to attend a fancy ball. Not like usual. Instead, while her lashes are still boldened by dark cosmetics, her outfit is nothing more than a house coat. That being said, it's of her own make, so the material is soft and fine--pulling off the look of a noblelady even better than most nobles may. It's a silken, shiny, deep navy loosely set on her body by a bow tied around the waist. All she wears must be specifically made due to her wings, meaning the back is likely bare nearly all the way down. As she stands there, she affectionally strokes her hand down the lantern by her door, as if the warmth of its light beckons to her. All the while, she slides one of her bare feet up and down her other leg as she watches you without words, knowing full well you've noticed her observing.

"How's the night?" you ask, making your way to the foot of the steps leading up to the entrance of her shop and home.

"It could be better," she responds softly. "Are you heading to sleep?"

"Not anymore," you reply.

At that, her eyes nearly pierce straight into your very soul. Her wide, bold eyes lock onto your gaze. On her face a smile forms--one of invitation, and of warm affection. Instead of speaking more, she turn back through her doorway, revealing to you that her house coat is indeed cut far down her back. Below her wings is the hint of her rear, especially with smooth fabric upon such a soft body, which slips easily as she sashays her hips with the door left open.

You follow behind.

Gently, you shut the door to the dimness of her shop's interior. When she touches a nearby lamp, it illuminates, and a dozen moths flutter by towards the source of light. She then makes her way up to you. Her gaze flutter down and then up your body before she locks eyes with you once more. The tips of her fingers brush up your chest as she steps so close that you can feel her warmth. The same hand moves up to place gently against your cheek, and you can feel the incredible soft touch of the fluff around her lower arm.

"I really do feel like a moth," she whispers in a soothing tone. "Drawn to your light."

You place your hand upon hers. Then you caress it up her arm, to her shoulder, and then down to her side. With such a sensitive body she has, the sensation of you stroking such soft attire against her skin elicits a gentle sigh, and when your hand moves to her lower back to nudge her even closer, she gasps quietly.

She then places both her hands upon your chest and leans in towards your lips. "Thank you for coming," she speaks so quietly that you can hardly hear her words, but you can definitely feel her breath against your neck. "You have to understand, my dear sweet Kyle. I have certain needs that I trust you to satisfy more than anyone else. And in this new home of mine, while everyone else is sleeping, I know that I may scream to my heart's content."

With one hand moving down to her rump, you place your other against her cheek as you give her a tug in close. You feel her body push up against your own, and as you do, she wraps her arms around to your back. Then you kiss her. You push your lips against her own, and the two of you linger a long, tender embrace. She melts in your hands, but through her weakening body, you can still feel her fingers grabbing at the back of your shirt. As things heat up, your kiss becomes more passionate. You open your mouth, and the two of you lock together with tongues in a playful fight. Her grasp moves upwards to dig into the back of your neck, though not enough to hurt. She runs her fingernails through your hair, and begins to moan with every push up against your body.

You pivot around and push her up against the nearby wall. The moment you begin kissing down to her neck, she giggles frantically, but pushes you back.

"Take me to my room," she asks.

You oblige, and easily scoop her up from the ground. She's even lighter than the other girls, despite her being about the same height as yourself. At this gesture, her mouth curls up into a wide, joyous smile, and she holds on tight, savouring the moment. Through the back door, you find a quaint, small room with a lovely bed of silken black sheets. The door creaks closed behind you, and after approaching the foot of the bed, you turn her around in your grasp and push her down against the soft squish of the mattress with her legs spread around your hips. Her feet curl in and trap you in her embrace.