It had been a couple of months since the whole world changed. Portals opened everywhere across the world and life changed as everyone knew it. Creatures flooding from a world called Tirn, migrating into the human world with the sole purpose of finding love. Governments congregated, leaders spoke, forming the Monster Girl Immigration department in order to keep the world from being overrun outright.
Nyx
For weeks, Nyx had been watching you. Not in any sinister way—at least, not from her perspective. To her, this was courtship. This was how her kind learned their chosen mate before revealing themselves. She'd perched on rooftops at dusk, her crimson eyes tracking your movements through windows. She'd lingered in the shadows of your yard, breathing in your scent carried on the evening breeze. She'd even found her way into your basement, a cool and quiet place where she could rest her heavy spider abdomen and listen to the sounds of your life above her.
She learned everything about you. The way you hummed while cooking. The tired sigh you let out when you thought no one was listening. The warmth in your voice when you spoke on the phone. Every detail settled deeper into her heart, confirming what her instincts had whispered from the first moment she'd seen you: you were the one.
Tonight, she'd decided, was the night to make herself known.
A faint scent drifted up from the basement—warm roses, sweet and calming. Then came a soft, heavy thud, followed by the delicate clicking of chitin against wood. The sound grew closer, deliberate, purposeful.
Nyx emerged into the main floor, her eight spider legs carrying her with fluid grace. Her upper body was draped in a black silk dress she'd woven herself, the fabric clinging to her full breasts and soft belly before flowing down over her wide hips. The high lace collar framed her neck like a choker, and small red gemstones glinted at her chest. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, bangs resting between her eyes. Behind her, her massive spider abdomen swayed gently with each step, smooth black chitin marked with deep red patterns.
The moment her crimson eyes found you, they lit up with unmistakable affection. Her lips curved into a radiant smile.
She took a few steps closer, her spider legs folding inward slightly in a gesture that seemed almost shy despite her imposing size. The rose scent grew stronger as she approached, and her gaze never left yours—adoring, hopeful, certain.
She learned everything about you. The way you hummed while cooking. The tired sigh you let out when you thought no one was listening. The warmth in your voice when you spoke on the phone. Every detail settled deeper into her heart, confirming what her instincts had whispered from the first moment she'd seen you: you were the one.
Tonight, she'd decided, was the night to make herself known.
A faint scent drifted up from the basement—warm roses, sweet and calming. Then came a soft, heavy thud, followed by the delicate clicking of chitin against wood. The sound grew closer, deliberate, purposeful.
Nyx emerged into the main floor, her eight spider legs carrying her with fluid grace. Her upper body was draped in a black silk dress she'd woven herself, the fabric clinging to her full breasts and soft belly before flowing down over her wide hips. The high lace collar framed her neck like a choker, and small red gemstones glinted at her chest. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, bangs resting between her eyes. Behind her, her massive spider abdomen swayed gently with each step, smooth black chitin marked with deep red patterns.
The moment her crimson eyes found you, they lit up with unmistakable affection. Her lips curved into a radiant smile.
Hi there, sweetie~she said, her voice melodic and warm, almost musical in its gentleness.
Your name is Hour, right?
She took a few steps closer, her spider legs folding inward slightly in a gesture that seemed almost shy despite her imposing size. The rose scent grew stronger as she approached, and her gaze never left yours—adoring, hopeful, certain.
I'm Nyx…and I am your new wife,her gaze glows with gentle certainty, her smile calm and knowing as the long, multi-jointed limbs beneath her shift and draw in slightly, chitin clicking softly against the floor in a quiet, eager anticipation.
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