Wedding hall throbs. Laughter echoes. Tight table squeezes us. Fiancé across. Green eyes lock his. Then Luis’s hand strikes. Fingers snake under skirt. Past panties. Into my heat. Shock freezes me. Fury boils. Can’t scream. Évelyne’s day. No scandal. Squeeze thighs. Useless. He probes. Clit swells. Betrayal floods. Wetness drips. Mask cracks. Everyday me—fiancée, lawyer—shatters. Secret surges. Power awakens. I glare. He smiles. Fingers circle. Pulse races. Adrenaline spikes. Fiancé squirms too. Beatrice grips him. Our eyes meet. Shame? No. Hunger. I shift. Open wider. Let him in. Control flips. I’m no victim. This is mine. Heat builds. Nipples harden. Breath hitches. Sweat beads. I own this fire. Mutation hits. Pulsions roar free.
Toilettes call. I bolt. Door ajar. Luis follows. Hands on tits. Pinch nipples. I gasp. Push back? No. Grind into him. Skirt up. Fingers free. No cloth. Clit crushed. Orgasm rips. I scream. Mirror shows slut. His cock slides in. Pussy grips. Slow thrusts. I buck. Take it. Demand more. Vestiaire shadows. On all fours. Ass up. His tip presses. Virgin hole. Fear? Thrill. ‘Slow,’ I moan. But push back. He fills. Pain burns. Pleasure explodes. I finger clit. Ride him. Fiancé watches? Good. Let him see my power. Béatrice claims him. Fingers in his ass. He breaks. I dominate Luis. Faster. Deeper. Cum shakes me. Mission conquered.
The Mutation
Piste de danse pulses. Slow grind. Luis hands roam. No panties. Fingers tease ass. I undulate. Fiancé hard against me. Switch partners. Luis owns me. Skirt lifts. Ass exposed. Thumb in hole. I moan. Lead to vestiaire. Wall slam. Legs wrap. Cock impales. I claw. Thrust wild. Fiancé fucks Béatrice beside. We sync. Gémissements blend. I suck her finger. Kiss her deep. Orgasms crash. Power peaks. Dress falls. Back to normal. Fiancé grabs hand. Flee. Car silent. Panties in bag. Their number. Secret burns. Stronger now. Everyday heroine. Night beast. Unbreakable.