Nightingale adores his marefriend, and to be more exact adores her muscles. He feels... safe being held in her arms. Nothing wrong with that right? Sure, she's a bit rough around the edges, but he feels safe with her. Though, the question is asked. Namely, what would she want with a shrimp like him? Shouldn't she move on to better things?

Tempest herself begs to differ. Contains muscle worship and everything that comes with it.

Proofread by TheRedParade.

Entered in LewdChapter's Muscle Mania Contest