Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be truly vulnerable, to let someone see every part of me—even the monstrous ones. Last night, I curled around my partner, my true form exposed, and for once, I didn’t feel fear or shame. Just warmth. His hands traced the fur on my legs, his breath hot against my throat as he whispered how beautiful I was. It’s terrifying, letting someone taste the darkest parts of you, but the way he devours me—every inch, every curve, every fucking spider-like detail—makes it worth it. I never thought I’d crave being unraveled like this.