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 giveyoublow 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 atthe 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?”
