My dick was going to fall off by the end of this, I just knew it.
I knelt down in front of her, my wings folded behind me with great effort. I held her hands in mine and pressed them to my mouth. “This must mean a great deal to you, which means it means a lot to me, too. What can I do to help?”
Kassie’s eyes lit up, and her smile grew brighter than all the candles in the room.
My poor dick.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kassie
I’d always thought gaming would be one of the least stressful jobs. It would be fun. I could make my own hours. Stay up late, live off an endless supply of snacks, and talk to friends all over the world. The only real challenge would be coming out of my shell a little, maybe even showing a bit of cleavage to attract subscribers, and then, bam, playing games all day.
It was perfect for me.
One day, if I ever got good enough, I could even join a ranked national team. That felt like way too much pressure. It was a problem for future me.
I hadn’t checked my messages since my vagina decided to go on a rampage, and my heavy, massive melons got so full they needed the extra sports bra. I was just glad I’d found Atlas when I did, because who knew what would have happened.
The trees could have been next. And with a crazy monster forest like this, they might actually come alive.
Atlas stomped out of the room, his wings barely fitting through the doorway. He wasn’t happy, but what I had to do next was urgent.
I was being summoned by the gaming world. Called out, and I hadn’t responded for days. I’d been called a big-ass pussy, hiding in a hole, too scared to come out and fight.
TeaBagTitan had it coming.
That asshole.
No vacations. Girl can’t enjoy going into heat anymore, no, sir. I had to always be on call.
No job is stress-free, not when TeaBagTitan was around.
Thank fuck Harlow was flipping through the lives last night and stumbled across TeaBag’s live. Right, stumbled across it.
He called me out, saying he wants our rematch. Not returning his messages right away has been a major insult, apparently, and not returning his calls was so… totally not cool.
Seriously, was his vocabulary not that big?
Harlow said he made it up in the dick department, but I doubted that, too. Atlas could wack him with his mallet and call it a day.
“Kassie, are you dressed?” Atlas called.
Why did he have to be so hot? It wasn’t fair. He looked so amazing with clothes on. I wonder if he had sensitivities to his wings, like some winged monsters I’ve read about. Would he come if I just touched the base of them?
Atlas took in a deep breath, his antennae lay back on his head. “You are making this very difficult for me, my soul. Please dress, so I can get you where you need to be.”
I shook my head, my wet hair slapping against my face. “Right, give me a second!” I dropped the towel, and Atlas leaned his head back and groaned.
“Fuck! My dick will rip a hole in my pants with you walking around naked all the time.”
I giggled, trying to find my pants at least, because we both knew I didn’t have any underwear, and the bra might be questionable.
Mental note: Flying requires proper support garments. The wind gets rough when you're clinging to a cryptid, and friction against his bare chest created... unexpected reactions. I warned him about leaving his shirt unbuttoned, but his excuse about "sharing body heat" clearly had unintended consequences. For both of us.
And might have stirred him on a little bit as he held me, because I’m a mean little tease and he was pulling my hair.
After Atlas made sure the coast was clear, he landed in the front yard. Harlow burst out of the house, practically leaping off the porch as she sprinted toward us. By the time she reached us, Atlas already looked human. She skidded to a stop, eyes darting between us with a mix of awe and impatience.
