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 methere.
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.
