She was a warm and welcome weight against it. The Hollow Knight shifted so that she could arrange herself more comfortably. It knew its carapace was hard, so it wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. This was a big step for Lobco, and an important one. For her, sexual activity was an affirmation of herself. It was something she could choose to take part in, choose to do. It was her choice to share that part of herself.

The Hollow Knight had no right to be proud of her, and yet it felt so overwhelmingly so. She was an inspiration. A beauty.

One of its large hands gently rested on her waist, supporting her. The other tilted her chin up again, making her look. It wiggled its finger at her, not in a chiding or refusing way, but questioning. Then it pointed down, to where her hips were against its smooth pelvic area.

What did she want it to have?