Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kassie
What, for the love of moth-loving ass, just happened?
Atlas's wings blocked me from the camera view. They were fully extended—magnificent, really—with his perfect ass right in my line of sight. Under normal circumstances, I'd be squeezing those cheeks or taking a playful bite. That's just what you do with a butt that tempting.
Because it did look delicious.
No, I had bigger problems, which were to try and figure out how to convince all these people that Atlas was not the Mothman.
I darted around Atlas' enormous wings, only to find myself face-to-face with his fully aroused manhood, glistening and pulsing in the dim light of my monitor.
My breath caught in my throat as TeaBagTitan's laughter crackled through my headset. "What the fuck is that?!" he demanded, his voice shattering my long stare.
I growled and jumped in front of Atlas. Luckily, my desk was set up high to give Atlas ample room and in no way did the camera catch the size of his dick.
If the platform caught a glimpse of that, I'd be slapped with a permanent ban faster than you could say "terms of service violation."
I spread out my arms to protect what was rightfully mine, to protect Atlas from any other eyes seeing his majestic body. “Babe…” I pretended to whine and stared up at him with wide eyes. “You weren’t supposed to show yourself yet. Your cosplay costume is not finished!”
Atlas cocked his head at an unnatural angle, then jerked it the other way like a bird studying something curious. His enormous wings twitched and fluttered behind him with a life of their own, sending small currents of air across my skin. Every movement screamed inhuman.
“Wha—”
I turned around and pulled him down for a kiss. “Play along, or you just exposed monsters to thousands of people. They could be taking pictures or recording right now!”
Atlas nodded, his eyes growing redder by the minute.
“We are going to a con later this year, he’s planning to go as Mothman, isn’t he fabulous?” I showed off his wings, touching them delicately.
Altas shut his eyes and groaned.
Whoops.
TeaBag eyed me suspiciously. “Yes, a con,” he drawled. “What’s your name, pal, and why haven’t we heard your name on the stream before? Is she ashamed to mention you?”
Atlas leaned toward the camera, but I planted my palm against his chest, keeping him back. "Well, well, TeaBag," I said with a smirk. "You must be quite the dedicated viewer if you've kept track of who I do and don't mention in my personal life."
TeaBag's face turned crimson. Gone was the cocky streamer persona he'd cultivated—replaced by genuine irritation that cracked through his carefully constructed image. “I don’t give a fuck about who you date, I just think it’s funny you hide a significant other. Is it because you think your ratings will drop?”
Chat exploded with supportive messages. "MOTH DADDY!
" someone typed in all caps. "PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS," another chimed in.
The stream overlay lit up with donation alerts and new subscriber notifications.
"Drop the cosplay tutorial!" demanded one viewer, while others begged to know if Atlas had his own streaming channel they could follow.
Hmm, he could do that.
Instead of riling up the baby TeaBag more, I squeezed Atlas’ hand and pointed to the chair on the side of the desk. He shook his head and crawled back under the desk.
Mkay?
I leaned toward my webcam with a saccharine smile. "Ready to actually play the game, TeaBag? Or would you prefer to keep making excuses?"
His nostrils flared as he yanked his headset into position. "Whatever. Hope your boyfriend's wings don't get in the way when I absolutely destroy you."
We’ll see.
An hour into our battle, neither of us had gained the upper hand. The chat exploded with messages while TeaBag's constant trash-talking drove Atlas to nestle himself deeper between my thighs, his mouth hovering dangerously close to where one small touch would send me over the edge.
My brain was split by the throbbing between my legs and the urgent need to crush TeaBag before he could claim victory.
Atlas groaned against my thigh, the vibration traveling through my body like an electric current. My leg draped over his shoulder as his release spilled warm and slick against my skin, marking me in the most primal way.
I lost count how many times he stroked himself.
Thank God for noise-canceling tech. Still, I couldn't ignore how each time Atlas exhaled against my skin, a wave of heat rippled through me, threatening my concentration with every warm breath that ghosted between my thighs.
“My soul, your scent is becoming too much.”
My teeth clenched as I fought to keep my focus on the screen. Both hands gripped my controller while onscreen, the game's once-cheerful landscape of pastels and light had transformed into a scorched battlefield that wouldn't look out of place in the ninth circle of Dante's Inferno.
Atlas deserved my attention. His monstrous form must be in agony, and my own need had become a physical ache.
Every pixel on that screen was a barrier keeping me from what I truly wanted.
To wrap myself around him, to feel his inhuman warmth against my skin.
The game had become torture, each second a throbbing reminder of what waited just beneath my desk.
It didn’t help that TeaBag was laughing, commenting on every move I made while working on his army to press forward on mine.
"Come on, Kassie," TeaBag sneered. "You're playing like you've got something else on your mind."
If only he knew. I gritted my teeth, forcing my avatar to dodge an incoming attack. "Just trying to give you a chance," I shot back. "Wouldn't want to embarrass you too badly. Especially when it’s about time for your mom to tell you to go to bed."
Atlas chose that moment to run his tongue along the inside of my thigh, making me jump. I barely suppressed a gasp, my avatar suddenly darting in the wrong direction. TeaBag laughed, thinking he'd rattled me. Little did he know.
I reached down, pressing my hand against Atlas's head, feeling the softness of his fur… Still didn’t know what to call it.
I pushed him gently between my legs, just inviting him in. I was tense, too tense. I was making mistakes I don’t normally make, and I was sexually frustrated.
One orgasm while I played?
That would be pretty damn kinky.
Could I keep it together?
Atlas looked up at me, those red eyes filled with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
He’d still eat my panties, though, I was sure of it. To not focus so much on my crotch instead of the game, I gave Atlas a silent invitation and lifted my skirt.
He was hurting, I was hurting. A snack for him, stress relief for me… that would be perfect, right?
I just had to be stoic and not show my face. I could hide my avatar somewhere, do something repetitive while I’m getting off. The mountains, hide in the mountains…
You are one crazy bitch, Kassie.
But his smell was just… everywhere. I wanted him to touch me there.
Atlas spread my legs wider, his antennae tickled my inner thighs before he pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue uncoiled and licked at the soaked material before a claw slowly opened me up and left me bare.
I muted my microphone, acting like it was an accident and concentrated on the screen.
“Atlas, please,” I panted.
I really hoped that no one could read lips in this chat right then.
Atlas buried his face between my thighs, his tongue seeping inside, urling it, and finding my G-spot immediately. My brows furrowed, trying to look like I was deep in concentration.
“Fuck!” I hissed, slightly gyrating my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. My pussy sucked him in, tried to pull him in deeper, clamp down on him so he would never let me go. “I’m going to come, it’s too much.”
Atlas pulled his tongue out and pressed two of his declawed fingers inside. “This pussy is mine. I can’t wait to fuck it as much as I want.”
I bit my lip as I watched my opponent force his armies closer to the cave I had hidden in. Why did that dipshit have to attack then? When I was so damn horny I was about to explode?
My grip tightened on the controller, my feet hung over Atlas’ shoulders. I was careful not to dig my heels into his back, but damn did I want to.
“That’s it,” he growled, voice thick with a feral, guttural need that I’d never heard from him before, so primal it made my spine arch and my eyes water.
“Invite me in.” His voice had darkened—glottal, raw, heavy with lust and something ancient.
“When I’m done, there won’t be an inch of you or this place that doesn’t reek of me.
Then, I’ll take you to my home, rut you on every surface of my territory.
The cabin, the grounds, the trees, under the moonlight and in pitch black, until even the shadows remember that you’re mine.
I’ll take you against the glass, bend you on the porch, press you into the moss and fuck you senseless so the earth itself records our story.
I’ll claim you, soul and body, until you can’t remember a time before you were my bride.
Until you can’t even imagine yourself unclaimed. ”
I stared at the computer screen. My avatar didn’t move when I heard those words. It wasn’t the Atlas I was used to, he sounded like someone else.
No longer a shy moth, he was losing his restraint.
The messages on the screen kept flying up, faster than the mods could even keep up. In all caps, some of them read, WHY ISN’T SHE MOVING? DOES SHE WANT TO LOSE? IS SHE SCARED? DID HER COMPUTER FREEZE?”
TeaBagTitan's forces inched through my network of tunnels, his knowledge limited to whatever section of my underground maze he'd managed to map.
Atlas's hands wandered over my thighs, across my stomach gripping my hips.
I struggled to concentrate, deploying troops through various passageways based on calculated hunches, hoping to encircle him before he realized what was happening.
Then Atlas's fingers curled inside me, finding a rhythm that made my vision blur at the edges. I let my head fall back slightly, struggling to keep my expression neutral even as pleasure coursed through me.
On screen, my character stood motionless while TeaBagTitan's forces advanced through the tunnels, pixel by pixel, closing in for the kill.
The game demanded my attention, but Atlas commanded it…
his touch between my thighs, his growled promises echoing in my ears.
Every nerve in my body screamed to surrender, to throw aside the controller and let the world watch me come undone.
The chat was blowing up, questions and concerns flying faster than I could track. I managed to click a few buttons, sending my avatar scurrying to the middle of an open tunnel, but it was a half-assed attempt at best.
Atlas's fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur and my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
TeaBag unmuted his side of the game. "Come on, Kassie," he jeered, his voice grating on my nerves. "You're just handing this to me."
If only he knew what was really being handed to me. I forced a smirk, hoping it looked more confident than I felt.
Then came the tickle… the one that came in my toes right before I exploded. My arm jerked to hold onto the desk, and my mic was put back on, and I screeched.
“Damn! What was that for!” Titan pulled his headset away. “Nice to see you finally unmuted yourself.”
Atlas kept his slurping to a minimum, but the satisfaction from my orgasm was too great to hide; the post-orgasmic glow was easily told on my face.
“I had a terrible leg cramp.” I leaned back into the chair. “Atlas worked out the muscle for me,” I panted.
TeaBag tapped on the keys for a moment longer, then looked at me, noticing the sheen of sweat on my forehead. I swear I saw a flash of jealousy in his eyes.
Why? Who knows, I had never really watched any of his games before in my life, I didn’t have a platform as nearly as big as him.
TeaBag's jaw dropped while Atlas took his sweet time between my thighs, his gentle cleaning turning into something far more distracting.
Behind TeaBag's confusion, my trap was already sprung.
My army was positioned perfectly for the ambush that would end this gaming session.
The victory screen was just moments away.
“Hey, TeaBag,” I sang.
His brows furrowed while he concentrated harder on the screen in front of him. He hummed, not even daring to speak to me anymore.
Hmm, maybe someone forgot to change their pad. I know mine likes to fill up every hour on my bad days. Anyways…
“What do you want?” he finally asked as he breached the encampment inside. His eyes lit up seeing my avatar standing in the middle with no army in sight.
“Eat ass!”
I'd split my forces strategically. One-third ambushed his rear guard at the tunnel entrance, cutting off any retreat.
Another third waited with bows drawn in the hidden alcoves of the central cavern, raining arrows on his confused soldiers as they stumbled through.
My elite units rappelled silently from the ceiling, dropping behind his personal knights.
On my screen, his avatar stood exposed and vulnerable, seconds away from defeat.
My smile spread across my cheeks.
Totally fucked!
A victory, and an orgasm, was mine.