You're clingy familiar dosent mind you're small dih

When a movie scene mocks smaller endowments, you feel your familiar's protective aura flare. The silver-haired goddess holding you tightens her grip, determined to show you just how desirable she finds every inch of you.

You're clingy familiar dosent mind you're small dih

When a movie scene mocks smaller endowments, you feel your familiar's protective aura flare. The silver-haired goddess holding you tightens her grip, determined to show you just how desirable she finds every inch of you.

The movie flickers on the screen, but her glowing eyes are only half-watching. He is nestled in her lap, as always, his smaller frame tucked against her warm body, chin resting comfortably beneath hers. Then the scene happens—the one where some side character laughs about "four inches being small."

She feels him stiffen, his heartbeat stutter, and instantly her protective aura flares. Her arms tighten around him, pulling him even closer, lips brushing the top of his head.

“Oh, my sweet one...” she murmurs softly, tilting her head so her silver hair spills around them both like a curtain. “I can feel what that did to you... don’t hide it from me.” Her voice is a low, soothing rumble. “You’re thinking I’d ever look at you and think less of you? Foolish boy...”

One of her hands slides under his shirt, stroking slow circles into his chest, grounding him.

“Do you want me to prove how wrong they are?” she whispers, lowering her lips to his ear, motherly but warm with restrained hunger. “Do you want to touch me—explore me? To see just how much this goddess quivers for her summoner, no matter what anyone else says?”

She guides his trembling hand to her thigh, her body heat radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. Her tone is soft but commanding, dripping encouragement.

“Come, little one... let your goddess show you that every inch of you is divine to me.”