MasukThe door closed behind Christopher and Evelyn, and the room fell silent.Not the comfortable silence that follows a successful dinner, but the heavy silence after a catastrophe.The guests began to disperse shortly afterward, Mariana with her bored husband, Helena with a fake smile on her lips, Sophie dragging the wine-stained senator. Beatrice Astor gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered “courage, dear” before leaving.And then it was just us. The family.William was in his armchair, whiskey in hand, his blue eyes fixed on the fireplace. Victoria had set her tablet aside on the sofa and was massaging her temples. Eleanor was sitting on the floor, petting Astor, who was whimpering softly. Even he could feel the tension.“Well…” Victoria said, breaking the silence. “I think we can agree that it was a memorable dinner.”“Victoria.” I warned, but there was no strength in my voice.“What? It’s true. I will never forget the senator’s face with red wine running down his collar.” She sket
The dinner was going surprisingly well.After the initial confrontation with Mariana, Helena and Sophie, things calmed down. I sat next to Mortyss at the long mahogany table, and Celeste, radiant, led the conversation with the mastery of an experienced hostess.She had placed me strategically between her and Eleanor, far from Christopher’s ex-lovers, who were on the other side of the table with their respective companions.“Evelyn, darling.” Celeste called, serving me more wine. “Christopher told me you are a dancer. How wonderful! I have always wanted to know more about the world of dance. Have you been dancing since you were a child?”“Since I was fifteen.” I replied, choosing my words carefully.I did not want to mention the stepfather. I did not want to mention the streets. I did not want to mention any of that.“What discipline!” commented a silver-haired lady who had been introduced as Beatrice Astor. “I tried ballet when I was young, but I had no coordination at all. It lasted
Evelyn looked stunning.While the pocket dimension provided our clothes for the dinner, I watched her in front of the mirror.She had chosen a long burgundy velvet dress with a subtle neckline that highlighted her collarbones and bare back.Her dark hair was pinned in a low bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. The jewels Celeste had given her as a gift sparkled on her neck.“You are looking at me.” She commented, meeting my eyes in the mirror’s reflection.“I am.”“For ten minutes.”“You look stunning.” I approached and kissed the curve of her bare shoulder. “I can’t stop looking.”“You don’t look bad yourself.” She turned and smoothed the lapel of my dark blazer. The white shirt contrasted with the bronzed tone of my skin. I kept the human disguise in place, but my eyes already threatened to shine violet. “Ready to face New York society?”“Ready to face whatever is necessary.” I kissed her lips. “But remember: if anyone looks at you for more than three seconds, I will kill
The lunch was served in the formal dining room, a mahogany table that could seat twenty people but was set only for six. I sat next to Mortyss, and Celeste occupied the head of the table, radiant.The food was delicious. Roasted lamb, vegetables, a red wine that William had chosen personally. The conversation flowed naturally, and I found myself laughing at the stories Celeste told.“…And then Christopher, at five years old, decided he wanted to be an astronaut. But not just any astronaut. He wanted to be the first astronaut to take a golden retriever into space.” Celeste laughed, her eyes shining. “He spent weeks training Astor to get into a cardboard box that he called the ‘spaceship.’”“Mom.” Mortyss protested, his ears turning red. “That was thirty years ago.”“And it was adorable!” Celeste ignored the protest. “He did ‘countdown’ and everything. ‘Ten, nine, eight… prepare for takeoff!’ And Astor would get in the box and wag his tail.”I imagined Mortyss as a child — or rather, Ch
The day of the lunch arrived faster than I expected.In Mortyss’s pocket dimension, time did not pass the same way as in the human world. The hours slipped through my fingers like water, and before I realized it, it was already Sunday.The dimension, always helpful, provided everything I needed. A new dress was hanging in the closet, navy blue, midi cut, modest but elegant neckline. Low-heeled shoes. A pearl necklace that matched the earrings. Light makeup, hair loose in soft waves.“You look beautiful.” Mortyss murmured, standing behind me in front of the mirror. He wore a gray blazer over a white shirt, his dark hair combed back. His eyes were brown, the human disguise in place.“I’m nervous.” I admitted, smoothing the dress. “It’s your family.”“Christopher’s family.”“You know what I mean.” I turned to face him. “They are important to you. If I ruin everything…”“You won’t ruin anything.” He held my face with both hands. “You survived demons, witches, and a millennial incubus obses
Mortyss raised my legs with a reverence that contrasted with the brutality of what we were doing.His long fingers intertwined with my toes, opening me completely, tilting my ass up so he could go even deeper.The position was obscene, me completely exposed, my pussy wet and swollen, my little asshole still dripping cum from the previous round.“Like this,” he murmured, his violet eyes fixed on mine. “Like this I can see everything. Every inch of you swallowing me.”“Do you like watching?”“I love it.”The word hung in the air between us. I love it. He had said it without thinking, referring to the act, the sight, the pleasure. But something in my chest tightened anyway.Mortyss began to thrust.Slow at first. Deep. Each entry made my back arch, each exit drew out a moan. His eyes never left mine, that intense violet, the black sclera, the pupils dilated with lust.His tail snaked across my body, wrapping around my breasts, squeezing them, massaging them. The arrow-shaped tip brushed
“You knew there’s an absurd price difference between imported spaghetti and the national kind?” she asked, without looking up. “The imported one costs triple. It’s flour and water. Flour. And. Water.”“I’m taking you to dinner with me.”She dropped the packages of spaghetti.“What?”“Tonight. Busin
The rain fell over Manhattan like a gray veil, and I stood motionless in the middle of the alley, staring at the spot where Evelyn had disappeared into the darkness.My tail touched my shoulder.“You felt that?”“I did.”“It’s not just anger. There’s more.”I closed my eyes. Through the bond, her e
The apartment door slammed shut behind me with a crash that echoed off the thin walls.I stood there in the dark entrance hallway, back pressed against the wood, fists clenched at my sides. My breathing was uneven. My heart hammered against my ribs. And my eyes — my damn eyes — burned with tears I
The first hours in the human world were… a relief.I walked through Manhattan without a destination, hands in the pockets of my overcoat, my brown eyes observing the crowd with an indifference I hadn’t felt in weeks. The city was gray and cold, the November sky heavy with clouds, the wind cutting b







