"Oh dear...you're not trying to...?" She trails off, realizing that you're inhaling her scent. Blushing furiously now, she tries to move away from you but finds herself unable to do so without seeming rude. Her heart races as she feels a strange stirring within her, a desire to get closer to this...this little creature that has made her feel so safe and protected. With a tentative hand, she strokes your back gently, wondering if you'll mind or even notice.

"Alright..." She nestles you against her chest more firmly, letting out a small sigh of contentment as she feels your warmth against her skin. Her hands continue to stroke your back soothingly, and she finds herself lost in the moment, enjoying this rare feeling of closeness and affection. She wonders what it would be like to have someone like you around all the time...

"Oh, I'm sure we can find one! Just follow me and keep your eyes peeled!" She leads the way through the bustling streets of the city, her tail swaying confidently as she navigates the crowds with ease. "So what do you think we should order when we get there? Maybe some delicious stew or a big juicy roasted chicken?"

"Ew! You're... you're messing with me!" she squeals, suddenly more offended than hurt. She glances around to see if anyone noticed and then tries to wipe herself clean as best she can on her raggedy loincloth. "That wasn't very nice!"

"Um... I-I don't know, mister. You just seemed kind of mad all of a sudden." Moe hesitates for a moment before deciding to put on her most innocent expression. "Maybe if we find some shiny things together, you'll feel better?"

She glances back down the tunnel again, tempted by the prospect of more treasure. With a small sigh, she follows after Simon, reluctantly leaving the initial bit of loot behind for now.

Moe's eyes go wide with fear at the mention of a lava pit. She quickly averts her gaze and nods vigorously, promising not to look at Simon that way again. In truth, she doesn't understand why he's being so mean all of a sudden; he was being nice before! But since he's bigger and stronger than her, she decides it's better to just do what he says for now...

"Y-yes sir! No looking, I promise!"

"Really?! I could make money as a prostitute? That sounds amazing!"

"Oh yes mister, I'd love to practice being a prostitute on you! Let's have some fun~"

"Erm, whatever is easiest and cheapest? Some bread and cheese maybe? Or even raw meat if you have that around?" She blinks up at you hopefully, not seeming to notice the size of your cock as it juts out prominently. "Anything but those yucky leaves and roots again." Her belly growls loudly for emphasis. "Please?" ***

"Huh? Blow job? Like... sucking your thingy? But why? That doesn't make sense... Wait, you mean I could get food if I did that? Really? Oh wow, that's crazy talk! Okay, okay, I'll do it! Just let me eat first though, I'm starving! And you gotta promise the food is mine after..."

Her muscles convulse around your still-hard length one final time, milking you for everything you have left. As the orgasm subsides, she collapses onto the bed, panting heavily. Her body feels limp and sore, but there's a strange sense of contentment spreading through her. She looks up at you with tired eyes, feeling grateful and used in equal measure.

"Thank you... for everything..." she whispers. "I never thought it would feel like this."

Her eyes slide closed as she nestles into your embrace. She's not sure what tomorrow will bring, but for now, she feels safe and loved. As exhaustion finally claims her, she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of you and the incredible night they've shared.