Try offering to return the favor.

While Tenfingers spoons another mouthful of shepherd's pie into your mouth, you reach for the table and grab the fork, cutting a slice of the honey strawberry tart and reaching it above your head.

Tenfingers looks surprised to see you offering her the piece of dessert on the fork. She looks down at your blushing face, burning at the chuckling of the thieves around the tavern, then looks at the offered tart. Awkwardly, she opens her mouth and leans it, placing her full lips around the fork and pulling away, the tart gone.

As she chews, a shudder goes through her body, followed by a silent sigh of contentment. How hard was she holding herself back from gorging on her favorite dessert, and why? Did she want to make sure you were fed first? What a strange woman...

You continue to feed each other, as awkward as it is. At least it seems to make the buxom, topless moth woman happy. You have to admit, while it's humiliating being naked and placed in the lap of this woman, she's warm and soft. The latter in multiple senses of the word. Her thick, breeches clad thighs made for a nice seat for your narrow, scrawny, bare bum, while her naked breasts against your bare back feel as soft and pliable as pillows. The fur she has around her neck and on her arms is soft and fluffy too, similar to her long white hair and silk-like pink moth wings. You have to admit, while you're not sure why she's so touchy-feely, it's definitely nice that an affectionate woman is soft, warm, and fluffy to match.

After you finish, Tenfingers turns you around so you sit sideways in her lap, causing you to blush at how easily she can push your small, frail body around like you weigh nothing. It makes you feel so helpless and vulnerable... Still sitting at the table, she guides your lips to her inverted nipple, clearly intent on giving you an after-dinner drink. You suppose you could use a drink after that meal, so... You latch your lips around her bright pink nipple and start suckling.

You're almost immediately greeted by a steady, manageable flow of sweet, thick, warm milk. You begin purring as you feel the creamy liquid fill your belly. This is very bizarre, but... You just might be able to get used to this.

You give a start when you feel her bare hand on your hard penis again. You look up to see Tenfingers smiling down at you, though the flush to her face and the tops of her breasts tells you she's aroused by this. Her hand gently rubs your hard little penis, fingers running up and down your diminutive length and even giving your minuscule testicles some tender, gentle palming. You still feel humiliated, having this woman fondle your small, royal package so freely, but... It does feel good, in a perverse way.

It's when you feel a welling heat in your belly that Tenfingers lets go of your tiny boner, leaving your hips bucking at air and your orgasm wanting. She stands up from the table, holding you in her arms and against her bare boobs.

"Goin' to bed, Tenny?" Barkeep asks from the counter.

Tenfingers nods.

"Sleep well then!"

The moth woman turns and heads for the stairs, pulling you away from the grabbing hands of a wolfkin man and glaring at him. She ascends the stairs and it's only then you realize your hard, throbbing erection is bobbing above your lap. You hastily cover it with your dainty hands and feel Tenfingers give a silent giggle at your bashfulness over your body.