Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

He was the Marrok, the one all the Alphas answered to and no one dominated an Alpha werewolf by being sensitive and gentle. He wasn’t young, either. She knew Toby was almost two hundred years old, and that would necessitate his father being older yet. She looked hard, out of the corners of her eyes, but except for something in the shape of his hands and eyes, she couldn’t see Toby in him at all. Toby looked pure Native American, as his mother had been, but still she thought she should have been able to see a little resemblance, something that would tell her that the Marrok was the kind of man his son was.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

"Name your price, Sable. Sign a contract to work only for me, and you never have to dance on this public stage again." A sudden surge of triumph settled into my chest when I saw the money, but it made me sad too. This was the man I loved, but he only wanted me when I hid my true self. I leaned down a little bit, keeping my face away from his hands. I made my voice sound lower so my boss would never recognize his quiet assistant. "Some things cannot be bought so easily, Mr. Ashford," I replied, tilting my head. "Everything has a price," Blake muttered, his jaw tightening. He reached out and tried to grab the edge of my silk dress. "Especially a woman hiding behind a piece of metal. Show me wh

Toby followed moments later, burying himself deep and growling as he filled Micah’s ass. There's no way, right? There's no way Toby is Ghostface guy.

“This is from Muscle107. He wants to know if you’ll ever return to New York?” “Yes, I will, at some point I’ll probably need to come for work here. But it will be under a different agency.” I answer in a low voice, releasing an uneasy chuckle. “Well, that’s good news at least. Okay here’s another one. This is from Hawk-guy, he wants to know if you will finally reveal your identity?” She asks. “Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?”

I stomped towards the room and walked into Ruby laying on her back on the king size bed with nothing on but a mask on her face and her legs wide opened and lifted into the air. I started to breathe like a charging bull in a fight as I hastily pulled off my shirt and unbundled my belt before undoing my trousers. My large dick popped out like a jack in the box from my white Tommy Hilfiger boxers. It was so rock hard and all the veins on it were visible. Without any delay, I got on the bed and sunk my dick deep into her vagina. She screamed with excitement as I filled her up and my fantasy ran wild. "Oh Tania!" I cried out as I threw my head back and buried every inch of my dick into her.

Rebecca scoffed, the universe must really suck. Clenching her fist together, she forced a smile on her face before making her way towards the table. If she was in front of an enemy, she might as well find out exactly what was happening. “Hey girlfriend” a huge grin appeared on Melisa’s face as Rebecca walked to the table, “I am glad you could make it”

It was a statement piece, that was for sure, but what it was stating, I hadn’t a clue. Just then, Toby Saltzman descended upon us, his arms spread wide in a parody of avuncular welcome. ‘Lochlan! My boy!’ He moved to envelop Lochlan in a back-slapping hug, but Lochlan executed a neat, sidestepping dodge that was a masterpiece of polite evasion, leaving Toby patting air. Toby’s eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, flickered to my wrist. I saw it then, a flash of something—disappointment? Annoyance?—before his smile snapped back into place.

Standing next to it was a well-dressed, handsome man—Toby. Leanna clicked her tongue. "As long as he doesn't open his mouth, he’s not bad to look at." Zoey smirked. "Seems like he really offended you." Leanna lowered her voice. "He said your makeup was really strange, that your mascara was all the way up to your cheekbones. Who’s he insulting? Just say the makeup’s messed up, why go so far?" Zoey chuckled. "Didn't expect Toby to be this funny."

Toby's eyes were locked on the silicone mask in Xavier's hand while his chest rose and fell rapidly. “I… want my Mommy!” He pleaded with a shaky voice. "Oh and I'm sure she wants you too. You just have to hope they agree to our terms and we'll get you back to them in shape, okay?” "I want my Mommy!” Toby repeated with eyes full of tears now.