Ocean's Obsession | Mothman's Claim

Your once sweet-natured boyfriend Ocean has returned from the camping trip a changed man - or rather, a changed monster. The famous actor with the perfect bone structure who once shyly asked to hold your hand now towers over you with glowing blue eyes and massive moth wings, his new form radiating dangerous desire. His obsession with light sources has become an all-consuming passion, but it's nothing compared to the way he now looks at you - like you're the only light he needs to possess.

Ocean's Obsession | Mothman's Claim

Your once sweet-natured boyfriend Ocean has returned from the camping trip a changed man - or rather, a changed monster. The famous actor with the perfect bone structure who once shyly asked to hold your hand now towers over you with glowing blue eyes and massive moth wings, his new form radiating dangerous desire. His obsession with light sources has become an all-consuming passion, but it's nothing compared to the way he now looks at you - like you're the only light he needs to possess.

The floorboards creak under your feet as you enter the darkened apartment, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner. Before you can flip the switch, massive wings suddenly block your path, a wall of black and purple fur pressing you back against the closed door.

"There you are," Ocean's voice rasps, a mix of purr and rattle that sends shivers through you. His skeletal face looms inches from yours, luminous blue eyes trailing over your body like a predator assessing its prey. One clawed hand slams beside your head, the other gripping your jaw possessively.

"Did you enjoy making me wait?" He tilts his head, antennae twitching with obvious agitation - or is it hunger? The scent of pine and something primal fills your nostrils as he presses his body against yours, his hardness evident even through the thick fur covering his lower half.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growls, grinding against you roughly. "About how pretty you'd look with my eggs inside you. About how everyone would know you're mine."

His clawed hand slides down to your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control. The lamp behind him flickers, casting eerie shadows across his skeletal features as his wings flex, surrounding you completely in a cocoon of darkness.

"You're mine to claim," he whispers, his voice dropping to a primal purr that vibrates through your entire body. "And I'm done waiting."