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“I can now. Can you hear me?” I ask, easing the toy out of my pussy with a slight wince, since it feels decidedly less hot to have inside me while doing technical troubleshooting.

“Yes. Damn, way for me to ruin the moment,” he says with a husky chuckle.

“It’s totally fine, it—” Movement on my laptop screen draws my focus. I glance over at it, and immediately do a double-take.

There’s a one-eyedmonsterin the video feed next tomine in the SpiceCam window. And no, that’s not a euphemism for a big dick. A literal giant of a man with a single eye, wiping off the most obscenely enormous cock I’ve ever seen with a t-shirt big enough to be a blanket. I blink, trying to clear my vision. But when I open my eyes, he’s still there.

“Everything okay?” Ren’s voice comes out as the creature on the video speaks, his forehead scrunching in concern over his eye. His singular eye.

Am I experiencing some kind of post-orgasm hallucination?

“W-what are you?” I ask, moving closer to the laptop in order to get a better look.

“Huh?” Ren cocks his head, and then his eye goes wide. “Fuck!” He scrambles and a moment later the private ends, leaving me staring at the “chat has ended” notification in stunned disbelief.

Did I… Did I just see an actual monster?

Holy shit, monsters are real!

Oh my god.Oh my god.I knew it! Noah is always acting like my interest in magic and paranormal things is ridiculous, but now who’s the ridiculous one? I was right and now I have proof!

Well, not really, since SpiceCam doesn’t let me record the streams. But I know what I saw. I know what happened.

I got off harder than I ever have and it was with an enormous, monster-dicked cyclops.

This is the most amazing night of my life.

Shit, I need to talk to him. I have so many questions!

I hurry to click on his username and bring up his profile to send him a message, but it’s already grayed out.

Fuck. I’m probably never going to see him again. He was already nervous and now that he exposed what he is to me, there’s no way he’ll come back.

Sadness and disappointment far more potent than my shock and excitement take over. I had my shot to connect with someone straight out of my fantasies, and he’s gone.

I was wrong. This is the worst night of my life.

CHAPTER 5

REN

She saw me.I came so hard I almost blacked out watching the woman of my dreams stuffing herself with an enormous cock, and then shesawme. I literally got caught with my pants down, but my dick being out wasn’t the issue. A human saw my real form.

I can’t even blame Mango for it this time. It was all me. How the hell did I even switch the webcam on? Why don’t I keep that thing covered up? Can’t people turn it on remotely and spy on you? I think I remember Susan mentioning that at one of our monster group meetings, but she loves to fuck with me, so I ignored her.

Dammit, the one time I wasn’t gullible was the thing I should’ve listened to! What do I do now? I’ve never had my glamor down around a human who didn’t know monsters exist. Is there some kind of protocol?

What if Tiffany tells someone? What if she got ascreenshot, and she shares it on the dark web and monster hunters use it to track me down? I’ve got a bunch of nerdy shit around my room, and—I look around to see what would’ve been on screen behind me—fuck, my diploma with my whole damn name is on it.

Shit, I’m spiraling. I need to calm down andthink.

I shut my eye and try to slow my breathing, but all I can see is the image of Tiffany’s gorgeous, curvy body struggling to take the giant dildo. All I can hear is her gasp as she came.

I can’t believe I was given a chance to witness the most amazing thing on earth, and fucked it up by being clumsy and careless.

I don’t sleep at all that night. I try, but as I lie in bed, my mind tortures me with a mixture of all the different scenarios that might happen now that Tiffany saw what I am, and Mango’s usual gentle warmth feels like a furnace. I’m sweat-soaked and even more on edge by the time I decide to give up and get ready for work.

Showering and eating does little to help, especially when I accidentally pour orange juice instead of creamer into my coffee. My frayed nerves plus sleep deprivation make work torturous. My eye can barelyfocus on the lines of code as I spend hours trying to find a bug in the program I’m working on. A task that should’ve taken me fifteen minutes max to figure out.