“Say goodbye, KassieNova,” I growled and placed my hands on her hips. “It’s my turn to have some attention.”
Her viewers flooded the chat with disappointed goodbyes. She gave them a playful military salute, clicked the red "End Stream" button, and before the screen could even fade to black, I had her in my arms, hoisted over my shoulder like my own prize.
“Atlas!” she screamed in surprise. “What the hell are you doing! I don’t have any panties on; you ripped them off. My ass is showing!”
Her skirt had teased me throughout her stream, a temporary distraction while I waited beneath her desk, but the show was over. No more games. No more of that fox shifter stealing her attention.
I had her all to myself.
One of my hands ran up the back of her thigh and squeezed the meat of her ass. “I know, it’s how I prefer it. When I’m in my mating season, you shouldn’t wear any at all.”
Kassie hummed. “Pretty sure you arealwaysin your mating season. There hasn’t been a moment that you haven’t been horny.”
Her fingers found the sensitive spot where my wings connected to my back. My entire body convulsed with pleasure, wings drooping as my strength abandoned me. I staggered to the bed and deposited her onto the mattress, where she bounced slightly against the soft blankets.
“I think I’ve found a spot,” she said breathlessly. “Right there…” Her fingers darted toward that sensitive spot between my wings again, but I was faster. I captured, first, one wrist, then the other, securing them above her head against the mattress. With my remaining hands free, I made quick work of her clothing—the skirt slid away easily, and I wrestled with the compression fabric she insisted on calling a sports bra.
I didn’t like how it squished her breasts together. I couldn’t get my hand between the fabric and her skin. With a single nick of a claw, the material ripped, her abundant breasts over flowed, and I groaned in appreciation.
My knees parted her thighs, and my dumb ass blurted, “You’re so pretty.”
She smiled against my mouth before I tasted more of her skin. My tongue swept up her chest and around her neck, my cock’s coils parting her pussy opening further. Kassie hissed as soon as my seed-drenched cock touched her heat, and I slid inside.
“Don’t stop,” Kassie groaned and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me closer so I could bury myself to the hilt. It was like her body was changing for me because I swear to Night, the head of my cock hit in the middle of her stomach.
I grunted. “Not until my sack runs dry, and even then, I may not stop.” I thrust my hips slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before I picked up the pace, driven by a primal rhythm that seemed to echo through every fiber of my being.
Kassie's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes rolled back as she matched my thrusts with her own urgent movements. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, our breaths mingling, and the soft, wet noises.
Fuck!
“I’m sorry,” I panted. “I… can’t control it… I…”
“Atlas, shut up and fuck me!”
A monster-like scream left my throat, and my wings shook as I spilled into her. Her mouth was open, but all I heard was the buzzing in my ears, the itching of my fangs, and my body vibrating, turning into something different entirely.
“More,” I snarled. “I need more.” My voice was dark, the part of my consciousness which understood that humans were fragile escaped to the back of my mind. I could see Kassie, a faint smile on her lips, lift her hand, and my tongue coiled around her finger without any thought of my own.
“Have all that you want, Mothman.”
I pulled her up from the bed in a hurry, and she kept her legs around me. Her arms immediately wrapped around my neck, and two of my arms held her tightly as I stepped toward the window. My body moved, while I sat as a bystander inside the monster that had awoken and watched as he kicked the window open. The glass shattered, the tinkling of its glass covering the ground outside.
My cock slid out of her cunt, and seed dripped out of her. My coils wiggled frantically to get closer to her, but my body was too busy concentrating on going outside.
All that seed wasted!
Kassie buried her face into the fur around my neck. “Atlas, where are we going?” she squealed.
I didn’t respond; I couldn’t.
I jumped onto the windowsill, my legs bent, and I looked from side to side for any potential danger.
My wings flapped several times inside the room before I jumped. Kassie squeezed around my neck tighter. Once we cleared the window, my wings opened wide and easily caught the wind, climbing high into the sky.
“Now that I am actually thinking about it, I think I’m afraid of heights. Yeah, that’s a new fear, I think. Especially when I am NAKED!”
My throat vibrated with sounds I barely recognized—clicks and chirps that rose from somewhere ancient inside me. The noise meant nothing and everything at once. A Mothman flies where it wants, takes what it needs. The monster within me had made its decision, and good thing I was on board with it.
