Page 4 of Catching His Eye (Monsters of Moonvale)

REN

I have to keep reminding myself to breathe so I don’t pass out. All my body can seem to do is gape at the sight of Tiffany removing her dress while a large silicone minotaur cock lies on the bed behind her.

Why have I never done this before? Being able to actually speak with Tiffany, getting to hear what she promises is genuine excitement in her voice as we talk, is addictive.

I’m still not entirely convinced that it isn’t part of her camgirl act, but I’m too turned on and infatuated with her to worry about that.

“You’re getting extra treats, Mango,” I murmur to myself, and Tiffany looks up at the camera, pausing right after hooking her fingers through the waistband of her panties.

“What’s that?” She arches a dark brow.

Crap, I guess my laptop mic picks up a lot more than I thought .

“Sorry,” I laugh sheepishly, glad that the camera isn’t on, not only because my glamor is down but because I know I’ve turned bright red. “I was, uh, thanking Mango. My cat. For accidentally requesting this private.”

She smiles softly, like she still doesn’t believe that Mango’s havoc isn’t an excuse.

“I would never have been brave enough to do this,” I continue. “I didn’t think I’d…”

Tiffany’s brow pinches slightly. “You’d what, big guy? You didn’t think you’d enjoy it?”

A disbelieving chuckle falls from my lips, pitched lower than usual because of how fucking turned on I am. “No, I knew I’d enjoy it. If I knew how much, I would’ve needed to find a second job by now to pay for how often I’d want to do this. Maybe sell a kidney.”

Shit. Maybe no treats for Mango. It’s her fault we’re going to be poor now.

She shakes her head and giggles, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. I get momentarily caught on the curve of her full lips and the sparkle of amusement in her eyes as she brushes her hair off her face.

Fuck, how is she so pretty? I wonder what it’d be like to kiss her.

Her lips are wide and large for a human, but my mouth when I’m out of my glamor is huge.

I’d have to be gentle. Let her take the lead instead of jamming my tongue into her mouth and accidentally suffocating her.

I’d wait for her to press her tongue against the seam of my lips, begging me for entry, and only when she was panting with need against my mouth would I slide my tongue against hers, dipping into her mouth with careful control.

My cock jerks in my sweatpants at the thought, smearing pre-cum along the inside of my boxer briefs.

“Don’t sell your organs, Ren,” she says in mock chastisement.

My name falling from her lips in that slightly commanding tone is almost enough to make me spill in my pants.

“No?” I croak, squeezing my cock over my pants. I can’t take it out yet. I’ll come if I do.

Tiffany laughs again, leveling her gaze at the camera like she’s staring right into my eye. “No! Next time just don’t give me triple the tokens needed to have a private.”

“You’re worth it,” I reply immediately, cringing at how besotted I sound.

Her lashes flutter as a smile spreads across her features and maybe it’s the lighting, but I swear her cheeks have burnished. “Thank you, Ren. That’s incredibly kind of you to say. You’re always so sweet to me. If you’re not careful, I’m going to get just as addicted to you.”

Now I know she’s acting. No one gets addicted to my goofy, clueless ass. “I thought you said you’d tell me the truth,” I say, keeping my tone teasing, so she doesn’t think I’m upset. The last thing I want is for Tiffany to think I’m angry at her for doing her job.

“I am!” she protests.

“Sure, and I’m not a big oaf who doesn’t deserve your time, even if I’m paying out the nose for the privilege.” I say it as a joke, but it must fall flat because Tiffany’s expression sobers.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. I don’t allow that kind of rudeness in my privates, whether it’s about me or about yourself. So unless you’re into degradation, cut it out. Are you?”

It takes me a second to realize she’s asked me a question because I’m so taken aback by her adamance. “Uh, no. I’m not.”

“Okay.” She nods, taking a moment to consider her words before speaking again.

“Neither of us here is more deserving. I’m providing a service and you’re using said service.

And even if there was some standard for being worthy of talking to me, you honestly think you’d fall short?

Because Ren, you’ve been a consummate gentleman from the moment you first joined one of my lives. ”

“R-right. Okay.”

“Good boy.” She practically purrs the words, stoking my arousal back to life after it’d flickered from worry that I’d upset her.

I groan softly, and she grins. “You like it when I call you that? ”

“Yeah,” I croak.

Tiffany’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she toys with the waistband of her panties again. “You’ve been so sweet and considerate, Ren. Always so kind in my streams, making sure I feel appreciated. Listening when I ask you to do something. Good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“I…” There’s not enough blood left in my brain to formulate a reply.

“Mmm, I think so,” she murmurs, sliding the panties down her thick thighs, bending over to tug them the rest of the way off before sitting back up and spreading her legs so I can see her glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” I grunt, taking in the sight of her gorgeous pussy. I’ve seen it before, but it’s different now, knowing she’s showing it off just for me. Knowing she’s going to stretch herself open and show me how much she can take.

“Do you see how wet I am?” Tiffany dips her fingers between her spread thighs, and they come away coated in her arousal, which she shows to the camera.

“I want to taste you,” I groan, rubbing my cock over my pants. I’m so close already.

Fuck it.

I wriggle my pants and underwear down over my hips to free my dick, and it slaps against my stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum across my shirt. I’m going to come with a measly couple of pumps of my fist, but I don’t want to spend my whole time with Tiffany fighting against the need to come.

I want to savor every moment. Drink in every inch of her exquisite form, as it’s revealed to me. Hear every soft sigh and gasp of pleasure when she touches herself. And I can’t exactly do that if I’m about to nut.

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell you what I taste like?” Tiffany asks, her voice huskier now.

“Gods, please. Taste it,” I groan, wrapping my palm around my cock and squeezing.

She brings her fingers to her lips and smears some of her wetness across them, smudging her perfectly painted red lips, then darts her tongue out to lick it off. Her eyelashes flutter like the taste is incredible, which, of course it is. I’d happily slake my thirst at the divine well of her cunt.

“Tastes good,” she murmurs, giving me a dirty smile. “Tangy and slightly sweet.”

One pump of my fist up and down my length and my balls draw up. Words stream from my mouth, unbidden. “I’d get addicted to the taste of you. Lick your sweet pussy any time you wanted.”

“Anytime I wanted?” Her eyes flare with interest. “I’m a very needy girl, Ren. I don’t know if you could handle how much I’d want your mouth on me.”

Fuck. I give my cock another stroke and pleasure tingles at the base of my spine. “I could handle it. Beg you to let me. ”

“You’re such a good boy. I bet you’d make me come over and over,” Tiffany purrs, her skin growing more flushed. She slips her fingers inside her mouth and sucks , drawing them out slowly and circling her tongue around the tips.

I come like a geyser, clapping my free hand over my mouth just in time to muffle my cry of pleasure. Cum splatters across my stomach, soaking into my shirt, and a few drops hit my chin and spray out onto my desk and keyboard.

Ugh, gross. I should’ve used something to catch it, but I was too far gone to think straight.

My eyes dart around to look for something nearby to clean things up with, but my box of tissues is over on the other side of the room, and for once, I remembered to bring my towel back to the bathroom instead of leaving it on the hook on the back of my bedroom door.

It’ll have to be a problem for future me, because Tiffany is sliding her hand down to circle her slick fingers around her nipple, tracing it over the semi-transparent lace of her bra. It stiffens at her touch and she bites her lower lip as she moves over to her other nipple.

“Will you…” I trail off, feeling shy even though I literally came seconds ago.

“Will I what, baby?” Tiffany asks, continuing to tease her nipples.

I don’t know if she’s realized it, but that’s the second time she’s called me baby.

I’ve never heard her use that kind of endearment during her streams, so maybe it’s reserved for privates.

It calls to the needy, lonely part of me that craves that kind of affection, especially now that I’ve sated some of the lust that had taken over my thoughts.

This is dangerous. I already had a crush on Tiffany, and now my heart can’t tell the difference between reality and playacting, no matter how much I try to be logical.

I should end the session. Thank her for her time and tell her I have to go.

Then block the SpiceCam site on my browser so I won’t immediately come back and beg her for more.

My stomach clenches unpleasantly at the prospect. I don’t want to let myself fall for a woman I know nothing about and who will never want to be with me, but the alternative, the thought of never seeing her again and ghosting her streams without any explanation makes me sick.

What if I’m wrong? What if she’s enjoying herself and is genuine about enjoying having me around? It would be such a dick move to leave now. Especially since I came. It’d be like I got what I wanted, so I wasn’t interested in her anymore. That I only valued her for how she makes my dick hard.

No. I have to stay. At least until she comes. That’s the polite thing to do.

I swallow hard, resolving to let myself be in the moment and enjoy this. I’ll deal with the emotional consequences later. “Will you take off your bra?”

Tiffany smiles, her eyes downcast in a way that makes it think she’s doing it reflexively in response to my request rather than as a way to entice me. And gods, that tiny flicker of herself amid the performance takes my breath away.

“Mmm, you want to see my tits?” she asks, palming her breasts and squeezing them together before letting them drop back down. The way they jiggle makes my spent cock twitch with interest. It won’t be long before it’s swelling again, thanks to my enhanced constitution as a giant.

“Yeah,” I murmur, then add “please” quickly after.

“So polite. Such a good boy.” She reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, then shrugs the straps off of her shoulders.

Tiffany teases me for a moment, building anticipation as she pulls the strap off one arm while keeping her other arm banded across her breasts to hold the lacy fabric in place.

Her eyes flick back up to the camera. “Do you like to beg for things, Ren? Or do you like when someone else does the begging?”

“Both,” I breathe, eyes laser focused on where she’s hiding herself from view.

“I like both. Whatever you prefer, I’ll do that.

” I took a kink quiz once when I was bored, and came back solidly as a “switch” but even if I wasn’t, I’d probably do anything Tiffany asked me to. I’d definitely sit on a cake for her .

Tiffany hums in thought, her free hand idly stroking the swell of her breasts. “I like both, too. I love how you ask for permission. It’s so sexy.”

My heart flutters as she smiles at me. She thinks what I’ve been doing is sexy?

“But I think I want you to boss me around when I’m trying to take that toy inside me,” she continues, pausing for a moment as her eyes flick down, then look back up at the camera through her lashes. “After all, I might need you to push me. Make me take it even when I think I can’t.”

I grunt at the speed at which my dick stiffens, and curse under my breath at the image she’s painting. Gods, it’s my filthiest fantasy. Or at least as close as I can get to it, since there’s no way I’ll ever see her in person and get to see her stretched around my cock.

“Move your arm away. Let me see you,” I say in a somewhat halting command, pushing through my need to be polite to let my rarely used dominant side peek through.

I’m rewarded for my bravery when Tiffany’s eyes gleam with arousal as she slowly lets her arm drop and shrugs her bra off, baring her tits.

Gods, she’s got the best tits. They rival some of the giantesses in those dirty magazines I hoarded as a kid.

Ripe and heavy, with pretty brown nipples that are the perfect size for me to tease with my tongue.

Big enough that if she pressed them together, there might be enough to wrap around my cock.

The head would reach her mouth if we were positioned right.

I could fuck her tits as swirled her cute little human tongue around the tip.

She could suck me into the hot well of her mouth as I shot my load.

Fuck . If I’m not careful, I’m going to come again. I need to focus on getting her to come first. I may not be there in person, but I’m still going to do my damndest to make this even a fraction as pleasurable for Tiffany as it is for me.