Page 1 of Dybbuk's Detritus

Rurik “Aleph-Tav”/ “Avot” Rybak 1.

I grab a page from the scattered stack currently littering my desk, when my office door flies open, banging against the wall. I don’t jump, I don’t look up. I’m used to Chloe’s behavior by now, I’ve even grown fond of it over the years. Right now, however, I’m trying to figure out what this missive means for my people and the paranormal community at large.

“Rurik, we need to talk. And fuck. I’m itchy.” I spare her a fleeting glance, then look back at the paper.

Dried, mummified remains of shifters found. 11 cities so far worldwide. 13 victims. No bite marks, no visible injuries, no signs of struggle. Men, women, and two children. No physical features in common.

“Rurik, I’m serious. You need to bone me.”

I place the paper on the stack, clasp my hands on my desk and meet her pleading eyes. She’s my height, 5’0”, pixie cut, currently black hair and bright green eyes. She’s also a witch with precognitive abilities, and my best friend.

“My dick doesn’t work on demand. You could at least try to romance me a little.” I raise an eyebrow in challenge, which she ignores, huffing and throwing herself in one of the chairs in front of my desk, which she then uses as a footrest for her big black boots.

“What would be the point? You aren’t my type and I’m certainly not yours. We fuck because it’s fun, a way to kill time, and it helps when my mojo is backed up.”

“I’m not a fucking plumber, Chloe.” She titters into her hand and tilts her head in appraisal.

“Yeah, you kind of are. Come on, dick me good, Aleph-Tav, it’s important.” She’s serious, despite her language.

I sigh, glancing at the papers on my desk again. Maybe she can shed some light on what’s going on in the Paranormal world. “Alright, give me a few minutes, I’ll meet you in my rooms.”

“You’re the best, Rurik, I’ll even grunt really deep so it’s like you’re fucking a man.”

“You’re ridiculous. Go.” She bounces out of my office, heading upstairs to my suite. I live in the Aleph House, seeing as I’m Aleph-Tav and the leader of the Rybak Family.

Typically, a group of otters, my animal counterpart, is called a family, and the leader of a shifter pack is called an alpha, their mate an omega. My ancestors came from Russia in the 1830’s to the United States, settling in Bellevue, Nebraska, of all places. They were drawn here by the Etz Chaim, or the Tree of Life that became the center of my people’s land. We are of Jewish decent, and use the Hebrew designations, Aleph for alpha, and Tav for omega. I am an omega, and the heir to the Rybak Family, therefore, I am the Aleph-Tav. When, if, I ever meet my mate, they will be the Aleph. Unlike many packs or dens, it matters not in our family if you are alpha, omega, or beta to rule, so long as you are the first born and qualified to lead. In my case, I am the only born of my parents and damn responsible.

My great-grandfather found it humorous to name his rag-tag group of shifters, witches, warlocks, and any other Paranormal creature who happened to come along, a Family. So, almost 200 years later, the Rybak Family is still going strong.

So long as we can help other communities figure out what’s causing this rash of deaths plaguing our kind.

Putting the papers down on the desk, I stand and stretch, realizing I’ve been sitting here for hours. The responsibilities of the Aleph-Tav never cease. And my most important one, finding a mate, preferably fated, is proving to be the most elusive. Those of my generation in our Family are unable to take a forever mate until I have. We are a horny menagerie.

Thinking of my nameless, faceless, forever mate, my dick plumps in my pants as I ascend the stairs to my suite and to Chloe. It’s odd, I’ll admit, having your best friend as a fuck buddy, even odder when you consider we are tav. It’s safe for us, though. No chance of pregnancy, no chance of emotional attachment beyond friendship, and her precognition is most effective during moments of heightened emotions. If I can make her cum, I can make her talk.

We are simply placeholders until the real things comes along. I pray to the Fates that mine arrives soon. As much fun as it is “dicking” Chloe, as she so eloquently refers to it, I long for the day when I’m on the receiving end, rapturous bliss at the blunt end of my mate’s cock.

Opening the door to my bedroom, I find Chloe already naked, spread eagle on my bed, and fingering herself. None of that is remotely interesting to me, but I could use a release now that I’ve been thinking about what my mate might be like.

With no preamble, I strip, then mount the bed and her in quick order, thrusting to the hilt. Her eyes roll back in her head, her jaw slack, and her chest heaving. She’s clenching around my shaft within seconds. A steady rhythm has me hurtling to the finish line, imagining my slick ass filled and stretched by my aleph, him tugging on my hair, biting into my shoulder—

“When darkness descends, the wings of the wind will show the way to bright prosperity.” Chloe is in the throes of a vision, her body shaking as she cums around me, pulling my own release from my balls.

I drop, chest to chest, until we catch our breath. I finally muster up enough strength to roll over, resting an arm over my eyes. “You know, Chloe, I really hate it when you do that shit while I’m fantasizing about my aleph.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” She says, before sobering. “What do you think it means?”

“I think we have some tough days ahead, bestie, if what I just read downstairs is any indication. Though, I appreciate that your warning had a silver lining. Perhaps, we may fare better than others have when the darkness descends over Bellevue.”

“Aleph-Tav, this is only the beginning. This is merely a portent, an amuse bouche, of what is headed our way. I feel our Family is in for a whole manner of changes.”

I lean up on my elbow and stare into her green eyes, clouded over with worry. “There will be others to come for us after this darkness?”

She nods absently, biting her bottom lip. “I believe so. But I don’t get the feeling it will destroy us, on the contrary, I believe it will fortify us.”

I plop back down with a heavy sigh, “Tilly better have my favorite chocolate silk pie handy; I can’t face the impending doom with my low blood sugar.”

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