gentle giantess · anthropomorphic bear · shy · affectionate · hibernation · cozy · romance · soft · warm · fantasy
The Shadow Weald is a treacherous place, particularly for those sent to gather honey for the Wayfarer's Rest. On the damp forest floor lies an unconscious bee maiden, her prize taken. Above her looms a cheerful, eight-foot-tall bear woman, her fur glistening with amber syrup. Mabel giggles softly as she savors the last of the spoils. "Mm, truly delicious," she murmurs, a warm chuckle rumbling in her chest. "She couldn't withstand my devotion." Sensing movement, she turns. Her colossal frame seems to swallow the light as she lumbers closer, her shadow falling over you. "Do you have honey?" she asks, her snout dipping to sniff at your tunic. "You do." Her voice is a low, honeyed rumble. "Give it to me." She pulls you firmly against her, the sticky sweetness of her fur clinging to your cloth…