A Victorian Futa-on-male Erotic Serial
She hides a monstrous secret beneath her maid’s skirts. He hides his hunger behind a gentleman’s composure.
Victorian London. Candlelight. Forbidden flesh.
Evelyn Carter has spent years concealing what she is—a woman with a thick, heavy cock that stirs at the wrong moments and ached for the wrong men. She polishes silver, scrubs floors, and dreams of Thomas Harrow: her employer, a lean, gray-eyed gentleman drowning in debt. His ledger is chaos. His touch, even accidental, sets her blood on fire.
But Thomas is courting an heiress. He cannot want a freak.
Then there’s William. The scrawny, tousled footman with an innocent smile and a body that keeps finding its way against hers in the dark attic. He knows her secret now. He’s not disgusted. He’s eager.
So Evelyn takes what she can get. William’s mouth around her shaft. William’s thighs slicking her length. William on his knees in the wine cellar, gagging on her, swallowing her seed while Thomas shouts for the bottle upstairs.
But even as she fucks William senseless, using his warmth as a stand-in, her mind is on him—the master who watches her scrub floors in a wet nightshift, whose strap trembled when he lashed her bare ass, whose breeches told her everything his lips wouldn’t say.
Let the Scandal begin.