Chapter 25: The Mothwoman

Where it all began? It could only be that one place, Gray thought. The river! The young man made it back to the river where Miss. Ravana was originally taken when The Mohan first appeared. Gray rushed to the river and even from a far distance as he made his way there, he could witness the two of them battling. The Mothwoman and The Mohan. However, once he got there, he felt like it was already too late. The battle was near its completion. But from where he was, he couldn’t determine who had won too much.

There was a considerable amount of dust in the air at the river. He couldn’t see. He hated himself for not being able to see. Gray ran and ran into the mist of dust until he had become one with it. He couldn’t see anything around him. He felt trapped. The young man coughed as he desperately searched for the woman from his dreams, even if she wasn’t anything she imagined she was. She wasn’t human. He wasn’t even certain she actually was what she said she was: A fallen angel. What kind of angels were called: Moth women? It didn’t make any sense to him. Quite frankly. She reassembled, more a monster than anything that would be from his dreams. It was at that moment that Gray remembered that a fallen angel was seen once in his dream. But at that time, he had no idea that the fallen angel had anything to do with the brunette woman. He saw the two sides of Miss. Ravana in his dreams, but he didn’t even know the two were the same. Could it be too late for him to try to save her now?

“Miss. Ravana! Miss. Ravana! Miss. Ravana!” Gray called her name time and time again, but no answer. Eventually, the mist of dust dissipated and Gray saw a humanoid form near him. He ran to it.

“Miss. Ravana, is that you?” He shouted, carried with a glimmer of hope. He made it to the dark, humanoid shape. There she was: Ravana AKA The Mothwoman. She was standing for a little while before she accidentally came down crashing on top of her knees as the young approached. She was alone. The silver wings in her back were tucked in. Gray reunited with her. He caught her right before she fully fell down on her back. He held her. He gazed at her. She gazed at him as well. She was exhausted. Wounded. Her face dirty. She was soft in his arms. She was about to die. She was at his mercy.

“Miss. Ravana. I’m here for you. I came for you,” he said.

“Gray…” She simply whispered with a soft voice, sensually.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He demanded to her.

“... What are you doing here, Gray?” She questioned him.

“What happened during the battle? Where is The Mohan?” Gray couldn’t stop interrogating here for two seconds. The young and brave man was so worried about her. He knew that she was tired and injured, but had no idea how bad it was, since he couldn’t see any blood or specific, major wounds. And he couldn’t see the creature anywhere, as they were still surrounded by this dome of misty dust, even though it was slowly building down and dissipating around them. Soon, they would be able to see the river again. Hopefully.

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“I believe I got him…” She replied to him, smiling and blushing. She had teary eyes as well. She was personally and deeply moved that this young man she barely knew had travelled all across town to meet with her again, to help her and make sure she was okay.

“Good job! I knew you were stronger than him! But I never want you to take that much risk again! Do you hear me? Next time, we fight together, okay?” Gray was still a bit mad, she suddenly decided to fly away and to abandon him, deciding to battle the monster without his assistant. With The Mothwoman having taken quite a beating during the combat, the organic ‘clothes’ she wore, such as the feather nipple covers, had been damaged quite a bit. Right this next second, as Gray was still holding the beautiful fallen angel in his arms, the feather nipple covers accidentally came off. Slowly breaking apart and sliding down her chest. Therefore, revealing her large breasts for the very first time since the recent transformation in the woods earlier before, she took flight to go battle The Mohan. Without desiring to miss her any respect, the young and perverted man looked down at her chest as soon as the nipple covers slid down. His eyes grew wide open as he observed her massive tits. In this moth woman form, her large areolas and her thick nipples never looked so pink. Now that he remembered them under her human form, her nipples weren’t as pink as that. This was something that caught him by surprise, as well as arousing him much more than it should have been the case during this beautiful and serious moment. He didn’t want to be looking at her exposed tits at that moment and feeling so aroused by it, but he couldn’t help it. It was what it was. He blushed a lot.

“... I can’t promise you anything, Gray…” She replied to him.

“That’s okay. I understand. I just want you to be safer. That’s all…” In all honesty, Gray was barely paying attention to what he was saying to him. Blood was nearly shooting out of his nose during that moment as her thick and perfectly suckable nipples kept staring at him like this. He could stare at them forever. He could seriously do that.

“I can try. Um… Gray? What are you staring at like this?”

“Um. Nothing. It’s just that I believe that you… Had some kind of clothing malfunction…” He admitted to her, scratching the side of his head as he looked away. Pretending he meant to tell her.

“You were staring at my breasts. Don’t you?” She said.

“Um…?” Such an awkward spot for Gray.

“Thank you. I love it when you stare at them,” she announced to him.

“What? Really?” The dome of misty dust entirely died down. The two could see their surroundings again. They could see the river again. The creature The Moth woman faced earlier was nowhere to be seen.

“Gray. I changed my mind. I don’t want you to leave Point Pleasure anymore. Would you ever consider staying a while longer?” Miss. Ravana AKA The Moth woman offered to him.