تسجيل الدخول"You won’t believe it!" she exclaimed, stopping in front of the table. "Apollo has been selected for the regional final!" "Congratulations, dear!" Celeste clapped her hands. "That’s wonderful." I added. "And it’s next Friday!" Eleanor turned to me with pleading eyes. "You’re coming, right? It’s going to be a beautiful competition. Better than last month’s. Apollo is in exceptional shape. And I promise there won’t be any senators this time." "That’s a positive point." Victoria commented. "And no witches in the bathroom." I added quietly, just for Mortyss to hear. He shot me a look that said: "don’t joke about that." "So?" Eleanor clasped her hands as if she were praying. "Are you coming?" "Of course you’re coming." Celeste answered for us. "Aren’t you, Christopher?" "Do we have a choice?" Mortyss asked. "No." Celeste, Victoria, and Eleanor answered in unison. William turned the page of the newspaper. "I think it’s decided." "It is." I confirmed, laughing. "We’l
Sunday dawned with the smell of lemon pie. Mortyss and I left the pocket dimension at nine in the morning, took the black Mercedes he insisted on calling “discreet” (it wasn’t), and crossed the gate of the Rockefeller mansion at ten sharp. Before we even parked, you could already smell the citrus aroma floating in the air like an invitation. "Celeste is making the pie." I commented, adjusting the dark blue dress I’d chosen for the occasion. It was a simple, demure model that covered the bite mark on my neck. I’d learned to choose clothes that didn’t invite questions. "She always makes lemon pie on Sundays." Mortyss turned off the engine and looked at me. His eyes were brown, the human disguise in place. No horns, no tail, no golden skin. Just Christopher Rockefeller, billionaire heir, with his gray blazer and his slightly bored air. "It’s a tradition. Like the whiskey William never drinks and Victoria’s indiscreet questions." "I like the indiscreet questions." "You like the
My right leg was between hers, spreading her open, and my cock was still buried inside her. Hard, pulsing, but without urgency. The haste of the first rounds had dissipated, replaced by something deeper. Something more intimate. "Are you comfortable?" I murmured against the nape of her neck, my lips brushing the goosebumped, sweaty skin. "Very." She sighed, her hips moving slowly against me. "You're an excellent heater." "Is that my function now? Heater?" "Among other things." She rolled her hips, and I groaned against her neck. "That's one of them." I began to move. Just a slow, rhythmic, deep back-and-forth. My cock slid inside her with absurd ease; she was so wet, so full of fluids, that every entry was smooth as silk. Evelyn moaned softly, clingy, drawn-out sounds that vibrated against my chest. "Like this..." she murmured, eyes closed, lips parted. "So good... so slow..." "You like it like this?" I nipped the curve of her shoulder. "I love it." She clenched my c
Still panting, I pushed him aside, rolling with him on the bed without letting him slip out of me. My legs were still trembling, my pussy still pulsing with the remnants of the last orgasm, but I wanted more. Always more. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his violet eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust. "Taking control again." I turned over him, ending up on my back, still impaled on his cock. The movement wrenched a moan from both of us, a deep, drawn-out sound that vibrated in the air of the room. I felt every centimeter of him inside me, every vein, every pulse. He was so deep that my belly rippled with the invasion. "Fuck..." Mortyss groaned behind me, his hands immediately finding my ass. He gripped it hard, spreading it open, exposing everything. The view he had—my body turned away from him, impaled on his monstrous cock, my ass spread by his hands—must have been spectacular, because he let out an animalistic growl. "You're so beautiful like this. All
Evelyn was lying under me, her dark hair spread across the pillow. The t-shirt — my t-shirt, which she insisted on wearing to sleep — was already crumpled between my fingers, and I pulled it up slowly, revealing every inch of skin.The short pink silk shorts from a babydoll set she had bought with Jess at some store barely covered the curve of her ass, leaving most of the soft flesh exposed.“You’re wearing this to tease me,” I stated, my voice a growl.“I am.” She smiled, that provocative smile that drove me crazy. “Did it work?”“It always works.”I yanked the shorts off in one pull, and the thin lace panties were revealed. They were minimal, a thong that barely covered her tight little pussy. The fabric was already dark, soaked, and the scent of her desire flooded me like a drug.Burnt vanilla. Electricity. Evelyn.My cock throbbed inside my pants. The bulbous head leaked, staining the fabric, and I groaned even before touching her. I ran my thumb over the wet lace, pressing where
"That's a smile," Thorne observed, jaw tense. "What does the smile mean?""It means they are keys.""To what?""To places.""What places?""Places that aren't in the databases."Reyes and Thorne exchanged glances."What exactly are these places?" insisted Reyes."One is a library. Another, a wine cellar. The third, a garden. The fourth... well, the fourth is a surprise.""A library of what?" asked Thorne."Books.""What kind of books?""Books you would like to read. But you can't. Because they are in places you can't open. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?"Thorne slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed through the room."Mr. Mortyss, this is an official interview. I demand answers.""And I demand a lawyer." I crossed my arms. "But since we're in the Supernatural Department, where lawyers don't exist, we're at this impasse. I suggest we move on to the next question. Or we can continue this cycle of mutual frustration. The choice is yours."Thorne took a deep breath. Reyes was wr
The lecture ended with the muffled sound of chairs scraping, but I could barely hear anything beyond the blood pulsing in my ears. While the students crowded toward the auditorium exit, my eyes remained fixed on the back of Dorian’s neck as he erased a quote from Byron on the whiteboard. The tensio
I woke up gasping, the sheets tangled around my body like suffocating snakes. My heart hammered against my ribs as if trying to escape. The image was still burned behind my eyelids.Lara, but not the Lara I knew from my classes.In my dreams, she was… different. Bolder. Her eyes, usually downcast a
A light rain fell over the city like a gray veil as I got off the bus in the old part of town. I held Agnes’s diary against my chest like a shield while searching for the address I had found on the final pages of the book.The shop hid itself in a dark alley, its facade painted black, with only a d
The evening light filtered through the stained glass windows of the university library. I knew it was a mistake to be here after closing hours, alone with her. But my body no longer obeyed me — it responded to a deeper, more primal call.“Professor?” Lara’s voice echoed between the oak shelves, sof







