Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Atlas
She didn’t have her game tonight?
The coffee table overflowed with bowls of popcorn, chips, and what looked like homemade cookies. Next to the snacks, a stack of DVD cases sat, which were not the usual wildlife footage I was used to, but horror films with covers showing terrified faces and gleaming blades against dark backgrounds.
Apart from the movies, the room was comfortable. There wasn’t any harsh light, just the candles that lit the room and the comfortable seating.
She did this for me?
This wasn’t what Lucien and the rest of the Mothmen had said a female would do. Not that they had any experience. I rubbed my forehead as I watched Kassie stand up from the couch and walk into the kitchen.
At least I had the courage to tell her I wanted this to be a date. That was the only thing I had done right. I’ve said more to her than I ever have before.
Yes, I was going in the right direction.
Fortunately, the mayor had intervened with the town's magical community on my behalf. Despite their hesitation to offer more than my basic disguise, they granted me a physical human face. They warned me of consequences, given how many enchantments already clung to me.
I could worry about it later…
The enchantment they cast on me included a more potent spell to control my mating urges, something to mask my pheromones, and magic that made my human disguise solid to the touch.
If Kassie reached out to caress my cheek, her fingers would meet firm skin instead of passing through the illusion to find my real face.
Which has been weird to get used to. Having your mouth in front of you where a typical human chin was, was an adjustment and not only that, a tongue so short? How does one eat their food correctly?
It would pose a problem later.
Lucien made me watch videos of humans kissing, with tongue, which added to my stress. What if Kassie wanted to do the kissing?
Humans liked to do this; it brought them closer together, not just physically but emotionally.
I wanted Kassie to have all her emotional needs met, too.
I let out a sound of distress. The illusion had taken my antennae, the parts of me most sensitive to her presence, and left me with this strange, rounded human head.
She would never want me as a moth!
Kassie returned from the kitchen, with a sway in her hips, and I watched her thighs hypnotize me as she came closer. Instead of giving me a drink from the wine I’d brought, she set down a bottle of water and a steaming mug of hot cocoa.
“As sweet as it is that you brought me wine, I think we should stay away from the alcohol and just have hot chocolate, what do you think?” She sat beside me and held her mug in both her hands. She took a deep breath, taking in the scent, and had a tentative sip.
If I did not know before, I knew now. Her light would always attract me. The one I would follow into the darkest of nights. No matter what nightmares I still had that lurked in the shadows, I would look for her.
Kassie put her coffee mug on the table. The comfortable silence between us didn’t appear to bother her or me. Boldly, I reached for her hand; she stared at me in wonder until I laced our fingers together. She smiled, and it brightened the room.
“Movie?” she asked, and all I could do was nod.
Yeah, this was all going to work out just fine.
All was not fine.
She really liked all this screaming? The blood? The gore?
The main characters of the story were running from something. There was a group of people they were escaping from. All wearing masks. Not the “sexy as fuck” masks, as Kassie had explained. This was a creepy cult movie, and there was nothing sexy about creepy cults.
I didn’t know what a cult was, but I would be sure to stay away from them.
While the people dressed in purple clothing ran to catch the main characters, they fell into a hole in the middle of the woods. My heart pounded in my thorax, which was comfortably embedded in the couch.
People watched this for fun?
Kassie was snuggled up next to me, her head lay on my chest, and on occasion, she would let out a contented sigh.
We could watch all the scary movies she wanted as long as she stayed right here. She came to me willingly, put a blanket over our legs, and cuddled into me as if she always belonged there.
This was heaven; it had to be.
I laid my cheek against the top of her head. Her scent enveloped me, and I felt my dick stir beneath the layers of magic.
Ah, damnit.
I couldn’t help myself, she was right against me. It was the most touching I have ever received from anyone. I don’t know if I had a mother or a father. The other Mothmen weren’t necessarily cuddly either. The only time I felt safe was when I wrapped my large wings around my body and slept.
They were like giant Sherpa blankets.
Kassie shifted her body. Her head wasn’t facing the television; instead, she was staring at my chest. To be honest, I wasn’t watching anymore either. She lay one leg over mine, and her hand slowly went up my body.
Her fingers traced the outline of my jaw, and I felt a shiver run down my body. I had already forgotten the damn diagrams that I was shown, as this was uncharted territory for me.
Her touch was soft, gentle, and it sent waves of warmth crashing through me. I could feel her breath on my neck, steady and calm, unlike the storm raging inside me.
"You're not watching the movie," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams and dramatic music coming from the TV.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Neither are you," I managed to say, my eyes locked onto hers. Her gaze was intense, drawing me in, and I felt like I was drowning in her.
Not a bad way to go, if you asked me.
She smiled, a slow, sweet smile that lit up her face. "I guess I'm not," she admitted, her hand resting on my chest.
Was she looking for a heartbeat? She wouldn’t find one. What would I say? I didn’t have any idea. I needed to either move it or…
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. Was I really going to do this?
I leaned down, closing the gap between us. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I followed suit. Our lips touched softly at first, then with more pressure. It was strange, foreign, but also the most incredible thing I'd ever experienced. Her lips were warm, and they fit perfectly against mine.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her fingers threaded through the beard, which was actually the thick hair that settled around my neck.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "More than okay," I assured her. And it was. It was more than okay. I liked this lip-locking, this kissing.
She smiled back, her eyes glowing. She leaned in again, her hand cupping my face. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. I did my best to follow her lead, to mimic her movements. It was clumsy at first, but I quickly caught on.
How would my real tongue do this? It was thinner, longer. What would she think if I licked her cheek? The column of her neck, between her breasts?
I felt my cock harden, but I didn’t care any longer. This was the proper response, the perfect timing, because I could smell Kassie. Her body let off her own scent; mine did not overpower hers, or tried to alter her will to want me.
She wanted me, for me.
The movie played on, forgotten in the background.
The screams, the drama, all of it faded away until it was just us, lost in our own world.
This was what I'd been missing, what I'd been longing for.
This connection, this intimacy. It was more than just physical; it was emotional.
It was everything I never knew I needed.
Kassie continued to stay locked on my lips, but moved her body. She straddled my waist, and the heat of her body settled in my lap.
Night, save me, because I didn’t know if I would last.
We both took in a deep breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Kassie,” I said huskily. I tried my best to keep two of my arms down, but I desperately wanted to use every part of me. Instead, I grabbed her thighs, which held no clothing, and got to touch her warm skin.
Nightmares, you may take me.
Kassie rubbed her pussy against me, my cock uncoiled from my slit and was only being held by the underwear Lucien said I should wear beneath my jeans. I didn’t have any magic to make my dick look human.
I gasped for air as my hands gripped her curves, my fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her backside while I urged her body closer against my throbbing cock.
Feels so good.
“No sex, okay?” Kassie breathed, placing a kiss on my lips.
I shook my head. “No, not ready for that yet either.”
A wicked smile crossed Kassie’s lips, and she rubbed against me again. It was in the perfect spot, moving right against my cock.
“But I can still make you feel good,” she whispered into my mouth. “Without taking off too many of our clothes.”
I could deal with that.
Kassie's fingers threaded through my hair, gripping tight and pulling my head back with a gentle force. A sweet sting shot down my body as she leaned forward, the soft pressure of her breasts against my chest sending electricity through every inch of me.
They were so fucking soft.
I hummed, and my hands roamed up her ass and all the way down her delectable thighs and back up again.
Her hips moved in a rhythm that was both torture and ecstasy.
I could feel the heat through our clothes, the friction driving me insane.
I let out a low groan, my hands gripping her thighs tighter, guiding her movements.
She smiled against my lips, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me.
"You like that?" she whispered, her voice husky. I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps. This was nothing like the tutorials had shown me. This was real. I could feel it.
She laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.
Her lips moved to my neck, kissing and nipping at the skin.
I could feel my body responding, my cock straining against the confines of my underwear.
It was a strange sensation, the fabric holding me back, creating a pressure that was both frustrating and intensely pleasurable.
“Unbutton your pants.” She tugged at the waist of my jeans. “Don’t take down your underwear, and let me rub my pussy against you.”
I whined in excitement and unbuttoned quickly, pushing my pants down to my knees. Kassie didn’t look down, she simply pressed the heat of her pussy in line with my cock and rubbed herself against me.
It was a gift of Night she wore these small, knitted shorts today.
I would have to steal them and lick the remnants off them later.
Kassie bit her lip and pulled up her shirt slightly. I nodded quickly. I wanted them, wanted to see them so desperately, I couldn’t wait much longer.
She didn’t take it completely off; the shirt settled above those glorious mounds, and a black lace bra showed beneath it.
It gave me just a hint of what it hid underneath.
I felt my eyes widen, the redness of my eyes seeping through my fake human face to cause too much color.
The softness of her curves, the volume of her breasts, had me chirping uncontrollably.
I hope human males could make some sort of sound, because I could not hold back.
Kassie leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Do you like them?”
"Kassie," I groaned, my hands itching to touch her, to feel the soft skin that was barely concealed. She took my hands, placing them on her waist. I could feel her muscles moving under her skin as she rocked against me. I let out a hiss, the sensation overwhelming.
"It's okay," she breathed, her voice soothing. "Just feel." I let her lead me. Kassie moved her hands to her hips and back to her waist.
My hands traveled, too curious, too tempted, to touch what I longed for.
I took the chance and ran my fingers up her sides.
She quivered at my touch. This was a good feeling for her, I could tell.
Her arousal had penetrated the room, her slick was coating my undergarments, and my cock begged to sink into her.
I became bolder, then slowly moved my hands to cup her breasts over the bra. Her breath hitched, and my name was a whisper on her lips. I could feel her body heat, her soft moans filling my ears. It was all too much.
So fucking soft.
Kassie moaned, "Don't be scared." She touched my hand and had me grab a whole handful. “Squeeze them, touch them. It feels so good.”
I bet it would taste even better if I ate them.
I could feel the pressure building inside me. Her sweet pussy rocked against me, the heat, the slick of her arousal coating the fabric. The force became too great for me to contain myself. I felt my cock harden, and my seed continued to spill.
It didn’t stop Kassie from rubbing herself against me. She whimpered, burying her head in my neck.
“Please, feels so good, Atlas.” She gripped the back of my head, and I took her hips to have her pussy run up and down my cock.
My whole body vibrated as my orgasm consumed me.
I had Kassie moving faster on top of me, drawing out every single second of my orgasm.
She continued to grind on me, her thighs tight against my body, until finally she cried out, shuddering above me.
Her body convulsed in waves as her own orgasm took over.
Her body slowed as she came back to herself, and she leaned forward, her forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled, both of us panting heavily.
“Fuck,” we both said at the same time.
Kassie smiled, peppering kisses over my lips and cheeks. “Was that too much? We got carried away?”
I shook my head. “No, right amount of muchness.”
Kassie’s eyes drooped, and I pulled her close, having her head lie on my shoulder. “Rest awhile.” I groaned, my cock spilling more seed. My jeans were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother Kassie because she had fallen asleep instantly in my arms.
I would need to get more of this stronger disguising spell because… I definitely wanted more of that.