Chapter Twenty-two
Kassie
Ididn’t know a moth could be so… domesticated.
The smell of rich, hot chocolate, mingled with cinnamon and butter, caught my attention almost immediately when I stirred.
The room was dark, with only a few candles decorating the space. At first, I thought it was meant to be romantic, but I suspected it was simply because he didn’t have a lamp. It was peaceful in the bedroom now—so different from the night before.
We had both been animals, and I had been begging for it.
And yet… why was I hesitating to step out of his bedroom and reveal myself? He had seen me completely naked, every part of me, and I was too shy to walk out and help with breakfast?!
I tugged on the borrowed red plaid shirt, trying to make it cover more of me. Fat chance. The back had been cut open for wings, which left me as exposed as if I were wearing one of those drafty hospital gowns that never quite closed in the back.
Atlas started humming a song, and I bit my lip. Just go in there.
We told each other I love you last night. It shouldn’t be that hard.
But it was. Because while I lay naked, lost in pleasure and laughter and too many orgasms to count, the most vulnerable part of me was exposed. I could get hurt.
What if forever wasn’t forever? Even though I wanted it to be?
That was why I stayed away from ‘human’ men. I’d seen what happened to my mom.
My fingers tightened around the soft fabric until my knuckles turned white.
What if Atlas expected me to give up my career for some domestic moth-wife fantasy? What if my independence disappeared the moment I said those three little words?
My chest tightened with every heartbeat, and I blinked rapidly against the hot sting of tears welling behind my eyelids.
Something soft and feathery brushed over the top of my head, then traced down my cheeks. A high-pitched whine followed… so full of concern it nearly shattered my heart.
“My soul, why are you crying? Are you in pain?”
My breath caught in my throat, the tenderness of his worry only making the tears spill faster.
My voice cracked as I whispered, “I’m okay.” The words hung between us while Atlas’s antennae twitched forward, reading the truth in my trembling lips and watery eyes.
He huffed and swept me off my feet, carrying me with one arm under my legs and the other behind my back. His confidence had bloomed in such a short time—I didn’t even recognize this male.
Atlas carried me to the table and settled me onto his lap, his movements gentle despite his strength.
He reached for a steaming mug of hot chocolate, the rich aroma wafting between us as he offered it to me.
"This helps," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against my back.
"Sweet things have a way of making troubles seem less important. "
I gave him a doubtful look but took a sip anyway. The warm chocolate coated my tongue, surprisingly soothing as it slid down my throat. Something about the rich sweetness melted the knot in my chest. I rested my cheek against his warm chest and murmured, "Thank you."
Atlas’ body vibrated. I could hear his wings flutter behind him. “Anything for the other half of my soul. I must take care of it.”
My eyes widened, and I stared off into the distance.
Atlas's antennae twitched toward me, sensing my distress. "Your muscles are tight as bowstrings," he murmured, one claw gently tracing my shoulder. "If anyone understands the weight of worry, it's me. Share your thoughts?"
I rolled my lips together. “I’m not sure if I want to talk about it. I don’t want you to think bad of me.”
Atlas cupped my chin, tilting my face toward those glowing red eyes of his.
"Nothing you could say would make me think less of you," he whispered, his thumb brushing my lower lip.
"You faced your fears to be with me—a monster—when others would have run.
If anyone should worry, it's me." His antennae drooped forward, nearly touching my forehead.
"I'm the one who flooded you with pheromones then disappeared when you needed me most."
I snickered. “At the time, it sucked, but it was an experience. I think any normal human would be mad, but I actually kind of liked it.” My cheeks flushed, and I felt Atlas’s tongue lick my cheek.
“See, you are not bad. You see good in everything, even me. Tell me what is wrong, and we will figure it out together.”
My jaw clenched as I swallowed back the words. How could I admit I was terrified of loving him… of disappearing into that love until nothing of me remained? The irony wasn't lost on me: this gentle creature, who I had to chase and get to date me, was the one I feared would crush me.
Atlas's fingers slipped through my hair, gently but firmly drawing it back until our eyes met. "My soul," he whispered, his voice vibrating with concern, "share your troubles with me. Was I too rough? Have I failed you somehow?"
His antennae were shaking, cocked in weird angles.
No, my Atlas wouldn’t do such things.
I stroked the side of his face, feeling the soft fuzz beneath my fingertips. "I'm sorry. Before I say anything, I need you to promise me something. What I'm about to tell you—it's all my baggage, my fears. None of it is because of anything you've done. Can you promise not to take it personally?"
Atlas tilted his head to the side. “Yes, I’ll try my best. You know I still worry.”
I snorted. “Of course. I will word it in a way that won’t upset you but give the whole picture, okay?”
He nodded, then encircled me with all four of his lower limbs, creating a living cage of gentle pressure against my skin.
“I’m worried, that since I said I love you, it means I have to give up certain things.”
Atlas tilted his head, his wings drooping.
“For instance, need to quit my job, take care of the house, make moth babies…”
He stared at me, completely stiff.
My voice shook. "I couldn't bear to disappear like that.
I watched my mother fade away after she abandoned her career for love.
One day, she was this vibrant, ambitious woman with dreams, and then.
.. she just became an extension of my dad.
When she tried to reclaim herself, he...
" I swallowed hard, my fingers twisting in Atlas's fur.
"I need to know I can still be me, even when I'm us. "
My words kept spilling out until Atlas' wings spread wide, then folded around us like a living cocoon.
Inside our private darkness, only the crimson glow of his eyes illuminated our faces.
"Shh," he whispered, his cheek brushing against my hair as he nuzzled the top of my head.
"And here I thought I was the anxious one between us. "
I slapped my hand on my face. “I think everyone has anxiety, it’s just a matter of how much you wanna show it.”
Atlas hummed, a gentle vibration I could feel through his fur.
His upper hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones as he tilted my gaze to meet his glowing eyes.
"Your career matters to me," he said softly.
"I've seen how alive you become when streaming, how your whole being brightens when connecting with your friends and subscribers.
Though I'd happily keep you in my bed until neither of us could move, I want more for us than that. "
I pressed my thighs together, feeling a flutter of heat between them. Atlas's antennae quivered as he drew in a long breath. "You test my restraint," he murmured, his voice dropping to a lower register. "Your body wrapped in my garments, carrying my scent… it makes something primal stir in me."
I pinched the clothing with two fingers. “Oh, this thing?”
Atlas huffed, his wings rustling softly. "Your career matters to me as much as mine does. All of us here, even monsters, contribute to the community. I spend my days felling timber with Lucien for our lumber business. It's how we survive, how we build our lives together."
I laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze one of his powerful arms. "Someone has to keep these impressive muscles in shape." His crimson eyes flared with intensity at my touch, and I felt my breath catch. "You're quite the specimen, aren't you?"
Atlas cleared his throat. “Um… right. And about moth babies, my soul… as much as I enjoy thinking about making your belly round,” —he lifted my shirt, his palm circling my stomach with reverent tenderness—“filling you with seed, having the honor of shoving myself deep into your tight pussy until I have no seed left to give…”
I gasped. “Atlas.”
“I will never force you to have a youngling with me. I will never beg. If you wish to never have one, I will respect it. It is your body and your choice. We can always watch other Mothmen’s young ones when their parents need a break, or we can get a pet if you’re up for that.
All I need is you. Your love is all I crave… all I have ever hoped for.”
Fresh tears rolled down my face.
“Why are you still leaking? I was telling you this to ease your mind, to let you know of my intentions. Is it not good enough?”
I giggled. “These are happy tears. What you said was perfect.”
“Happy tears? What other tears are there?” he asked, exasperated.
“Women have a lot. Sometimes we cry for no reason, mostly it’s scared, excited, and probably blow job tears…”
Atlas wiped a hand down his face. “Are you serious? There are that many times you can leak like that? These tears, how often do you do it?”
I hummed and began sliding off his lap. “I don’t do it often. Usually, once every other month or so, when I get my period, I will have a week where I’m crying.”
“Period? What is that?”
Atlas’s wings were still wrapped around us when my knees gently landed on the floor. “You don’t know what a period is?”
He shook his head.
“That’s a conversation for another day. As for right now, we’re going to find out if there are tears when I give you blow job.
” I ran my hands up the inside of Atlas’s thighs.
He didn’t have any pants on. He didn’t need them when he had a cock pocket anyway.
His juicy buns were mostly covered by that soft, fluffy fur, which was a shame.
It wasn’t the same as a hairy butt. It was completely covered. Definitely fur, not hair.
Why was I thinking about what to call his butt fur when he was about to drop the kids down my throat?
“What’s a blow job?” He tilted his head.
I sighed dramatically. “You are full of questions today,” I tisked. “It’s utterly adorable, but I need to get to work here.” I pulled my hair back, taking the hair tie from around my wrist.
Atlas stared at me, his dick already poking out of his slit, leaking come outside of it.
I couldn’t help but feel so damn proud of him. He was untainted by human men and truly cared about my feelings, my thoughts, my dreams. Yet he still carried that monstrous side of him. And somehow, he was also that shy little moth I never thought could exist in a monster.
We just meshed so well. Like the perfect match for each other.
My hands ran up his thighs. He hummed appreciatively, and I watched the bulge in his dick pocket grow. My curiosity got the best of me as I played with the opening using my finger, and he threw his head back, opening his wings and letting the mid-morning sun shine down on us.
“By Night, fuck!” His high-pitched voice startled me, but not enough to make me stop. I lowered my head and licked at the fold. One of his hands landed on my head while the other gripped my shoulder. “Kassie, help!” he said, his voice strained.
I don’t think this was in any book I’d ever read before, but I had the urge to do it, and he was nearly crying. Maybe it was too sensitive.
Atlas’s cock emerged from the pouch. The tentacle-like bindings I had seen before were wrapped around it. They appeared to be fully attached, though I knew they could come off to do unholy things to me.
Atlas panted, his second set of hands gripping the chair.
Right. I was supposed to do something amazing.
I gripped the base to hold him still and licked the head. His moth-like, high-pitched squeal came first, and his wings shook violently. I tried not to smile as I took him into my mouth—he was much girthier than I had imagined, and my mouth was going to be very busy.
My vagina is wider than my mouth. I guess that’s a good thing.
I paused. Was it?
“Kassieeee…”
Right. Back to the licking.
I licked the top of the head and pumped the lower part of his cock. He panted and gripped my hair tightly. Why it felt so good, I wasn’t sure.
Not complaining.
“My soul, you feel so good. This is a blow job?”
I hummed, slurping my way up and down his erection. That was when I felt the tentacle-like wrappings around his shaft come apart and begin to reach for me, as if trying to pull my head down onto him.
“Pull away. I’m going to… I’m going to…”
I put my mouth back around the head and sucked, ready to swallow what he could give me. His claws tugged at my hair while the tentacle-like coils stroked my cheek and neck.
Atlas bucked his hips, pouring his come into my mouth. I did the best I could, but this being my first time, I could only manage so much.
Practice makes perfect, I guess.
Atlas kept my head down, his claws tickling my scalp. I tried my best, but it still spilled from the corners of my mouth. Tears escaped my eyes, but I was no quitter.
He sighed, his wings drooping beside him. I lifted my head and wiped my mouth with his shirt.
That was freaking insane.
Atlas’s head leaned over the back of the chair, his tongue hanging out.
“You alright here?” I stood to check on him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, and I squeaked as he pulled me into his hold.
“Female, you are insatiable. I very much like these blow jobs.”
My legs straddled him. When I shifted to get more comfortable, his dick was already hard—or maybe it had never really gone soft again.
“I can tell.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Maybe I can give you some more.”
Atlas let out a calming purr that felt more like affection than seduction, but my body reacted anyway. It must have been the come I was sitting in, brushing against my most sensitive places.
“I think it is my turn for my tongue to taste you next time,” he purred.
My body heated, and I rubbed myself along his cock. A moan slipped from me, and I knew I was in trouble all over again. “Um…”
Atlas sniffed the air, his antennae shooting straight up. “Oh no… I did it again!”