Page 19 of Right Next Door
Misty returned to the manor, feeling like she was on top of the world.
Her salon was in an outbuilding that, thanks to the renovations, opened onto a street just outside of the perimeter of Tsok’s land. The city was right there. They were technically outside of it, but she could see the edges of it within walking distance if you didn’t mind stretching your legs. It was a city that was flat, but spread out over a large area. None of the buildings she saw were greater than four stories – and the four story one was the Glass Manor across the way. However, hovers and floats moved around in the air, making her think of bees hovering around a hive.
It was pretty, but she had never actually been inside it. She’d been so busy converting the manor and learning her new trade, she hadn’t gotten a chance. Later, she promised herself.
Misty’s exit was a door in the back of the salon. It let out onto a small gravel path that she walked back to the manor, a happy pep in her step.
The manor, which looked more like a witch’s mansion on the inside now, was bright and warm and quiet as she raced upstairs to her suite. She kept The General in there. He had more thanenough room to play – including his own room – without her having to worry about finding him in a four story mansion.
“General!” She yelled out as she rushed into her room. The door slid open, which was a shame because she felt like it was a good occasion for a dramatic slam, but she took what she could get as The General, with a deep meow, came towards her, ready for her report. “It was a great first day! They loved the braids!”
He meowed at her, dropping onto his back and flopping over, showing his belly. It was a favorite tactic of his. A lethal trap that she had fallen for many times and would fall for many times again. Including today as she leaned over, rubbing that soft, black belly, and earning his immediate, sharp retribution in return.
She could only laugh as he stood in a huff and walked away, tail high. She watched him go, a heaviness weighing on her heart.
It was a good day. And the only person she had to share it with was The General. She supposed she could tell The Anti-General, but she didn’t think she was so far gone as to talk to her cat’s mirror image yet.
It wasn’t even just about Tsok. She didn’t have any friends at all. No one to text, to call, to celebrate with.
She forced a smile as she stood. “Friends will come with time. We don’t need him, right, General?”
He kept his back to her as he sat, cleaning his paw. Trusting her with his six as he went about the important cleansing ritual. Couldn’t let his enemies scent his approach, after all.
She’d found him as a kitten, eyes half shut, stumbling around cold and wet. Alone. Misty didn’t know what happened to his mom or any potential littermates, but he’d come stumbling towards her in the dark, mewing his little head off.
Alone, but damn determined to survive by finding the big, scary giant to be his protector. At least until he could get big enough to terrorize the world on his own.
They were both alone, but at least they had each other.
“I don’t need him,” she said again, the decision hardening inside her.
He’d left her alone all this time. Why was she even here?
Chapter 8
Tsok
“Can I suck your cock, please?”
Groaning, Tsok stared down at his beautiful mate. When did she get in his bed? He didn’t know, he didn’t rightfully care, because she was hovering over him, her gorgeous body barely hidden by the loose, white robe hanging off of one shoulder. Teasing him with the threat of falling and giving him an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts.
She was glorious. Beautiful. Oh, she smelled so good. He wanted to grab her, put her on her knees, and rut her from behind until she was dripping his seed for days. He’d breed her deep, put his kit in her belly, and then keep fucking her until she begged for his mercy.
And then, maybe, he’d give it to her.
But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t even speak as she left tiny little kisses on his chest, down to his groin. Avoiding his aching, leaking cock as it bobbed painfully in the air, desperate for her hot mouth. He heard humans enjoyed sucking on their mate’s cock, something that would be difficult for his people because of their muzzle and saberteeth. But her little teeth were all inher mouth, and her plush lips looked like they’d be so perfect wrapped around his girth.
Oh, he’d love to see that. He wanted to beg her to do it. To give him that. He’d thank her profusely for such a gift.
But he couldn’t talk. He was frozen, unable to move. Why couldn’t he move?
“Tsok?” Misty gave him such a pitiful look, hovering over his dark orange cock, fully extruded from its sheath. Still not touching it. “Don’t you want me to suck you?”
He did. He’d give her anything for that. Everything. He’d lay all his power at her cute little feet for the touch of her hot mouth on him.
Why couldn’t he move?!
It was the frustration that woke him up, ending the sweetly tortuous dream.
