When the light is left on, the Mothman comes. She wasn't expecting anything when she opened her window that night—just air, maybe a breeze. But something massive landed on her windowsill, glowing red eyes fixed on her heat-soaked body. Wings spread. Abdomen pulsing. And before she could move, she was flying through the sky in his arms, held close as his body merged with hers mid-air. His appendage is thick, slick, and utterly inhuman. His abdomen connects to her in a pulsing lock. What he fills her with isn't just seed—it's something alive. Something glowing. Something eager to take root. High above the lights of the city, she's stuffed, bred, and filled with eggs. And by the time he returns her to her bed, she's no longer alone. A monster erotica one-shot of mid-air mating, glowing heat, and inhuman pregnancy.