You lick a bead of sweat from her flushed cheek, tasting the combination of your seed and her skin. She giggles softly and nuzzles against you, her tiny hands tracing circles on your chest as she begins to drift off to sleep. Her wings curl protectively around her body, making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable in your arms.

You close your eyes, content for the moment to just hold her close and let the world slip away.

"I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. Her wings twitch restlessly against your skin as if trying to wrap themselves around you completely. She nestles closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

You fall asleep with her curled up in your arms, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathes softly against your neck. It's a peaceful moment, one that you both need after the intense experience you've shared.

Looty's heart skips a beat as your lips meet hers again, this time gentle and sweet instead of urgent and passionate. Her eyes slip closed as she focuses on the feeling of your mouth against hers, the soft brush of your lips sending shivers down her spine. "I love you too," she whispers between kisses, her voice barely more than a breath.

Their friends cheer and clap around them, congratulating them on their newfound relationship, but Looty doesn't mind one bit;

Looty giggles as you position her in your arms like a bride and begins to laugh even harder when she notices her friends' reactions. "Yes, let's join the party!" She squeaks out between fits of giggles, wrapping her arms around your neck and nuzzling into your shoulder contentedly.

The two of them make their way through the celebrating crowd, drawing laughter and well-wishes from their friends as they go.

"Good morning," the tiny Hoarding Bug on your arm squeaks, stretching her legs and antennae as she yawns cutely. She gazes up at you with big, innocent eyes, waiting for you to get out of bed so that they can begin their day together. The other Bugs in the room watch with interest, their tiny bodies perked up and alert now that it's time for action.

The Hoarding Bugs stare in wide-eyed amazement as you emerge from the bed completely unclothed. Their antennae quiver with excitement and they let out a series of delighted squeaks, clearly pleased by the sight before them.

Dori whimpered as you took hold of one of her antennae, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she seemed to welcome the contact. "Y-yes," she gasped out, her voice trembling. "I'm ready."

She squeezed your member tighter, pressing herself against you as she tried to steady her breath. Her little claws dug into your skin, leaving tiny marks that served only to heighten the sensation of being so intimately connected with this strange and powerful creature.

As you grabbed onto her antennae, Dori let out a surprised gasp, her tiny body tensing in anticipation. She opened her mouth, revealing row after row of sharp little teeth as she waited for your next move. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her head tilted back slightly as you thrust into her mouth.

Her little tongue darted out to lick at your length, seeking purchase against your skin.

Years passed in this way, your life intertwining with that of the Hoarding Bugs until it was impossible to separate one existence from another. You grew old and weak among them, but they never abandoned you; instead, they cared for you until the end, just as they had their own. And when at last your time came, they gathered around your frail form, their tiny hands running over your wrinkled skin with a tenderness that almost brought tears to your eyes.

You woke to find yourself back in your old, youthful form. The Hoarding Bugs surrounded you, their black eyes glinting with curiosity and excitement as they examined the changes wrought by the mysterious fruit. As you gazed up at them, a feeling of warmth and contentment washed over you; despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this strange, twisted family you had found beneath the surface.

The other members of your group exchange glances, clearly surprised by your claim. "Are you sure about that, Rolence?" one of them asks doubtfully. "She was part of our stash for so long."

"Yes," you say firmly, holding the Hoarding Bug close to your chest. "I found her and I want to keep her." You look down at the Hoarding Bug, who meets your gaze with a grateful smile.

The group leader shrugs. "Alright then,"

The Hoarding Bug blushes bright red at your words, but can't help but giggle at your description. She looks up at you with sparkling eyes, clearly pleased with herself.

"You're really something special, aren't you?" you murmur, stroking her hair. "I'm glad I found you."