The mayor’s eyes widened and looked back at me. I just shrugged and continued to pet Atlas’ head, who was still whimpering into my breasts.
My poor moth baby, I’m going to take good care of you during this game.
The mayor adjusted his tie, nervously, as he guided her toward the door. "About my place in town," he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, "I should mention it's rather... minimalist. Nothing like the warmth of your home."
Harlow's excited squeal echoed up the stairwell as her footsteps clattered down each step. "Oh, perfect! We can browse furniture sites while Kassie destroys that loser. I've got this adorable pink tape measure in my purse… finally get to use it again! We'll make sure everything fits in your place before you buy it."
There was a pause until the mayor asked, “Why do you have a tape measure in your purse?”
Here it came. It was going to sound far nastier than what she intended it to be.
“Because I like to measure things. Everything. You know how people like to collect rocks sometimes? I measure stuff, and I meaneverything.”
I heard the door open and close, and thank the gods I didn’t have to hear any more than that.
Atlas groaned and shook his head into my cleavage. “Please tell me she did not mean what she said.”
I patted his head. “She didn’t mean it to sound that way, but I’m sure it sounded like she wanted to measure his dick. Do Slendermen even have dicks?”
Atlas groaned again. “Please don’t make me answer that.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Atlas
The constriction in my jeans was too much. I wanted to claw at Kassie’s thigh for relief, my monstrous side threatening to take over. I hadn’t remembered my former self—just how animalistic, how terrible I could be except in the faintest of dreams, spirals of darkness and fear… loneliness. I didn’t remember ever feeling this level of desire.
I groaned, nearly humping Kassie’s leg. I should have brought my pocket pussy and hidden in the bathroom, so I didn’t look so utterly pathetic. It was embarrassing enough having to tell herwhat was wrong with me, but grinding against her like some wolf shifter was a new low.
Kassie was kind, though, and didn’t look at me any differently. Even then, she kept me within her line of sight while she put on her headgear for this strange game.
Kassie caressed my cheek, startling me. “Sorry, hun, do you mind helping me? I have an idea.” My antennae perked up.
For the next several moments, she had me move the desk away from the wall. A lot of her things were wireless, and the ones that weren’t, she had bound with electrical tape to keep everything more organized.
That was another thing I liked about Kassie, I appreciated order. My hot chocolate on the right of my resting chair. A book or the remote on my left. And most of all, in the secret compartment of the chair, everything I needed was right where it should be.
“Great job. Now get under the desk,” Kassie said quickly. I shook my head, the pressure in my groin too intense.
“I’m sorry for this,” I whined, clawing the jeans from my body. The shirt followed. The fan Kassie had running to keep the computer monitors cool brushed against my fur. It wasn’t enough to calm the ache building in me, but at least I wouldn’t be in so much pain.
Kassie watched me get under the desk, a little too intently. I could see the outline of her nipples through her black sports bra, and the heat of her arousal carried straight to my antennae.
Night, please take me into the darkness.
“My sweet moth, that looks painful. I’m on in two minutes…”
I can come in two minutes…
“I will make it as fast as I can—beat his ass, and then you have me for as long as you want. You have my full consent to do whatever dirty little thing you want to do to me.”
I gripped my cock as I stared up at her, my wings—though invisible—flared out behind me, fluttering violently. “Anything?” I growled, giving myself a firm tug as come dripped down my fingers.
Kassie’s eyelids lowered. “Anything.”
I leaned my head back and rested it on the side of the desk. I listened as she scooted her chair in. I couldn’t help it as I continued to slowly stroke myself. All the ways I could take her.
Crouched beneath the desk, I understood her strategy without needing explanation. She was shielding me from Titan’s face on the monitor, assuming my territorial instincts couldn't handle the sight of him.
