The Tailor and the Tarrasque

A Human x Monster Romance with Size Differences, Soft Smut, and Slow Burn Steam

She's a stressed magical seamstress with a penchant for enchanted corsetry. He's a towering, battle-scarred tarrasque general with a tail kink and no clue what undergarments are. Together, they might just stitch up a happily-ever-after... assuming her measuring tape survives.

Criselle Stitches has three things: a cursed pincushion with too many opinions, a winged imp intern hopped up on glitter tea, and a tailoring schedule that involves magically reinforced girdles for trolls and diplomatic lingerie for winged aristocrats. Her enchanted atelier, Stitches & Spells, specializes in bespoke shapewear for monstrous clientele. But when the Peacekeeping Council sends her a high-profile commission for one General Zorvath the Redeemed, a legendary tarrasque war hero with armor-plated thighs and no sense of modesty, her professional calm frays faster than illusion-thread in the rain.

Zorvath is a twelve-foot, tail-wielding apex predator with a gentle voice, a tragic backstory, and zero experience being... measured. All he knows is that he's been ordered to wear "battle-appropriate undergarments," and that his new tailor smells like lavender and warm cotton when flustered.

What begins as a strictly professional fitting session quickly unravels into something far more tangled. Between fabric mishaps, enchanted codpieces, emotionally fraught fittings, and a tail that gets far too friendly, Criselle finds herself blushing, flailing, and falling hard.

And Zorvath? He's trying very, very hard not to purr when she touches him.

Expect:

If you love monster x human romance with heat, heart, and hilarity, The Tailor and the Tarrasque will wrap you in silk, pin you gently against the wall, and whisper sweet nothings in Draconic until you beg for more.