Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Atlas
Ifluttered my wings behind me. The sun had set, and the glamor had long faded away.
Lucien’s apartment was next to mine, above our furniture store. It was convenient, especially for Lucien.
“I’m glad you are finally listening to me.
Good thing we can furnish the whole thing ourselves.
It was all bare bones up here.” Lucien laid out the bedspread.
It was mostly plain, gray and white stitching on the black fabric.
It was supposed to make my wings stand out so my match would pay attention to me instead of the room around her…
Or that was what we thought.
We didn’t know what our feral selves did for rutting, except instinct told us that our wings were our best asset. I mean, it was the biggest thing on our body.
“Atlas!” Lucien snapped his fingers in front of me and made a whining noise of agitation when he turned around. “Just because you have an apartment to come back to doesn’t mean you can mate with a human. Do you understand?” One of his black antennae curled up in question.
I scratched the back of my head and turned around, fiddling with the desk and the papers that lay on it. They meant nothing, just made it look like I lived here. The studio apartment was small. A kitchen, bed, closet, desk.
It looked like a prison.
Or a fuck room.
That was a disgusting idea. Why would I bring a female back here?
I felt two hands, each grabbing an individual arm.
“Atlas, it is going to be fine. I don’t understand why you are so nervous.
I’m just reminding you. You never go to the Forest Hall meetings.
Monster seed near human intimate parts is potent.
It makes humans go crazy.” He whirled his finger around his eyes.
“Makes them want to fuck us like an incubus wanting to feed.”
I blinked my large red eyes. That sounded… fun.
My lower hands pushed against my slit.
“Trust me,” he sang. “No, you don’t!”
I groaned. “I’m horny. Aren’t you always wanting to rut?”
Lucien cleared his throat. “I’ve been taking suppressants. The witches at the pharmacy gave me some. Perhaps I could retrieve some for you.”
I gasped. “You have been holding out on me! You wanted to see me suffer! You know how many times a day I have to go jack off!”
Lucien snickered. “Yeah, it's been my pleasure.”
“That’s why I have these massive arms!”
Lucien waved his hand at me. “No, you also chop wood. Not unless you figured out how to masturbate with your feet.”
How did I get here? Why was he my friend?
My claws tapped across the floor, and I stared out the window. The streetlights had come on, giving the town a mysterious glow. The whole town was a pleasant place to live, and Hollow did a wonderful job of making it a safe place for monsters like us to live amongst humans. We were almost… normal.
After the first match, the town really grew. Hollow has been scouting for more humans to move here. Special ones, ones that he knew without a doubt would find a match.
He was worried why Kassie came here because he hadn’t summoned her or given her a reason. I supposedly had to find out why.
“Are you going to visit her tonight?”
I tapped my long, black claws on the window. “Perhaps, since you did it for me last night. Thank you for doing it before.”
Lucien clasped my shoulder. “Anytime. And hey, you got to meet her, and she digs you. Did you tell her you were coming as a Mothman to the party?”
I shuffled on my claws and cleared my throat. “Yes.”
Lucien rubbed all four of his hands together. “This is going to be so good. You know you can do other stuff. Just get her good and drunk so she doesn’t question why your dick looks different. Hand stuff is okay. Avoid the mouth with seed. I’m not sure if her swallowing your come is a no-go or not.”
I groaned and rubbed my slit with my other hand to keep my cock from bursting.
So embarrassing.
“And I will get you your suppressant. Especially since you like this girl. It will keep your mind off things.” Lucien slapped his hand on my back between my wings, and dust flew into the air.
Lucien shut off the lights as he left the room. Before the door was shut, I let my hand off my slit. My cock, which was rolled up within myself, uncoiled and filled with blood. I wrapped my hand around the base once filled and let my hand feel the coils that encircled my shaft.
I whimpered and leaned up against the wall with my hand.
I knew it was wrong to think of Kassie this way, but I was drawn to her. After meeting with her and selling those stupid bookshelves, I went into the back and spilled my seed all over the workshop floor.
The high-pitched screech from my mouth did not embarrass me because I felt so good. The only thing I regretted was not thinking of her when I came.
I panted as I gripped my shaft tightly. Lubrication was already coming from my cock. It was so easy to slide my hand up and down to feel its ridges.
She wanted my wood. Lucien said she wanted to make my wood wet. Once I understood what she meant, I wanted to race after her, but what would I have said back? What does one say?
I squeaked, my hand going faster. My wings shivered, and I leaned against the end table. I lost my balance and fell to the side, then to the floor.
I grunted, but I did not let go of my shaft. As I whispered the female's name, I welcomed the pain. Kassie.
My seed spilled onto the floor, and I sighed in contentment. The coils that were wrapped around my cock unrolled and tried to reach for more, something to grab onto, but there was nothing.
One day… one day when I find my match, there would be.
My growing obsession with Kassie would have to be enough.
Once cleaned up, I opened the window. My claws gripped hold of the wood, and I immediately felt the cool night air rush through the feathered fur on my body.
This was where I belonged, flying. It was where I was most comfortable. I felt like no one could touch me. I could be high above everyone and watch the world go by.
If I found my match one day, I wondered if they would fly with me? Would they feel scared? Would they trust me? As clumsy as I am, walking and bumping into things, I am not sure if they would. I cannot even rub my shaft without falling to the floor.
I closed the window. It clicked behind me, and I perched on top of the roof. With my strong night vision, I looked over the small town and could see Kassie’s house from here. The air whipped around me as I flapped my giant wings twice, lifting off towards her home.
I had already put together that she most likely moved because of this other female, but Hollow could figure that out for himself.
Since he was the one who made me do this, if he were so smart, he could figure it out on his own.
I circled the house. On the bottom floor, I saw movement.
I landed yards away and approached slowly, being sure to keep my bright eyes mostly covered with my hand.
Not that anyone was paying attention because the person inside it was talking to a computer or camera.
She was dancing around, wearing a tight pink crop top and holding a rolling pin, rubbing it up and down with oil.
Huh.
It wasn’t Kassie, so I moved around the house, and on the top floor, I saw dark lights flashing. Purples, blues, and then I heard a cry of, “Fuck! Take that!”
Was she having sex up there?
I spiked with jealousy at the thought of that. She might not be my match, but she asked me if I was going to the party, and she wanted to meet there. That was a date, right?
I screeched in agitation and flew up to the window.
My claws sank into the wooden frame. The window curtain was wide open, the window cracked.
There was no male in her bed. Instead, there were stuffed animals, a bat, a capybara, and other creatures.
The room was dark except for the flashing lights around her room, a computer setup with a ring light.
“You are gonna get it now! I’ve got a power-up to use!” My eyes darted to Kassie. She scrunched up her lips, her thumbs moving rapidly against something in her hand.
A game, a video game.
“You hear me YeetMachine? I’m coming for you!” she screamed.
“Yeah, Kassassin, take this and shove it up your ass!”
My wings fluttered behind me in annoyance.
He wasn’t really going to shove something up her ass, but the thought of someone actually threatening her pissed me off.
She wasn’t a match. She wasn't a match.
But I found myself drawn to her. She was nice and didn’t laugh at me when I fell. She helped me up and even wanted to see me later.
And by Night, those breasts on her were niiiice.
She was wearing a low-cut top, and every time she got frustrated, they bounced.
My tongue slid from my mouth, and I licked the window.
Great, I’m a pervert.
But I’m not touching her. I’m just sitting here, making sure she doesn’t get into trouble with the town. This was fine. I’m following orders.
What about a sniff? I needed to make sure there weren’t any bombs. She’s talking about bombing people, right?
“Here, I’m gonna bomb your little hut!”
See, there it was. Sniffing for bombs, that’s all.
My antennae slipped under the cracked window. Oh yes, she smells so good. Her room radiated her orange and vanilla scent.
I sighed, rested my head on the window, and closed my eyes to bask in her scent. Then I heard her chair move.
I opened my eyes, and that was when I saw her staring right at me.
Uh oh. Could she see me? Do I stay still?
She went back to her game and typed on the computer. I didn’t leave right away, just watched and continued to take in her scent.
Her typing stopped, and I watched her as she slowly took off her headset, as if she was trying not to spook me.
Unfortunately, I was already spooked, so I closed my eyes and dropped, flitting my wings and flying to the top of the roof. She was at the window seconds later. She looked down and side to side, her view unobstructed since the window was entirely open. Her hair danced in the wind.
Luckily, she never looked up but went back inside. That was when I took off into the night, back into the forest where I would for sure be taking care of my always-growing problems.