Terrifying Love: A Halloween Anthology

by Serena Nova

  Other BDP books by Everly Taylor

  Songs of Her Heart

  Sakura's Debt

  For the Love of Death

  REFLECTIONS OF THE PAST

  By Melody Calder

  Moonlit teeth

  A growl of shadow

  The abyss is here

  Look into her bottomless eyes

  And tell me the truth of pain

  The truth of devastation

  Let me love the darkness

  Tie it around my soul

  Bind her to me forever

  I am the cage

  The burning silver bars

  The black hole

  There will be no escape

  For I am the

  Maiden Mother Crone

  There will be no redemption

  For I am the

  Jury Judge Executioner

  By Helle Gade

  Chapter One

  400 years ago...

  The town was bustling with my fellow Puritans rushing about, readying themselves for dinner. I wasn't in much of a hurry, knowing that I had no one to feed. My parents had been killed by the Native Americans that attacked our town shortly after we settled in this new land.

  The Minister, and leader of our settlement, encouraged me to take a husband, but I couldn't find anyone I liked enough. Or more like I wanted them all. I tried my hardest to fit in and follow the rules, but I found it so taxing. I was different from the others, of this I knew. I wanted to go back home to Europe, not even home but to any other far off place that I'd heard about from the men on the ship that brought us here when I was a teenager.

  I would be hung if anyone found out that I talked to the crew of the ship, especially unchaperoned. My spirits rose as I recalled the tales of far off countries where they were sexually free. Women and men would have things called orgies where they would find sexual gratification from more than one partner. I even let one of the crew members show me how wonderful kissing could be.

  Something stirred between my legs as I thought about his soft lips against mine, and the way his tongue slid against my own, a feeling that was better than anything I knew existed. He told me there was so much more, so much that was better. I wanted that more, but he wouldn't give it to me, rightfully reminding me that I wasn't old enough and he could get in a lot of trouble.

  I sighed as I made my way to my home. I knew the chickens needed to be fed, their eggs gathered, and the garden watered if I were to survive the winter. It was so much work and sometimes I wished that I would give in and marry one of the single men just to have the help.

  I chided myself for the self-pitying thoughts. I would just have to make it through the winter. In the spring, a new ship would come with supplies and I could leave with them, find the lands I so wanted to explore. Maybe I'd get lucky and the same crew would be onboard. I was now an adult and could explore so many things with them.

  "Good day, Miss Worth," a low voice greeted me and pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see the sparkling blue eyes of Thomas and the smile on his handsome face. He tipped his hat and I felt myself wanting to push it off and run my fingers through his blonde hair.

  "Good day, Thomas," I said politely, hoping that my voice didn't betray my thoughts.

  "I'm done with my chores for the day. Would you like some help with your garden?" he asked.

  I studied his muscular arms. Though covered with the boring white shirts required by our people, there was no mistaking the lines of his built body hidden underneath the stifling clothing. What I wouldn't give to run my hands over the planes of his body and find out if his skin would feel as hard as it looked.

  He cleared his throat and I realized I hadn't answered him. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my list of things to do before the winter. Yes, I would love to have your help." I curtsied and continued on my way home sure that he would follow.

  The heavy footsteps along the dirt road behind me let me know he was following. He rushed to walk side by side with me and when I glanced over, his hands were clasped behind his back as was custom. Mine were clasped in front of me even though I hated it. I suppose it did prevent me from doing everything I longed for, to touch a man and feel his touch in return.

  Arriving at my house, we went around to the back where the garden was located, avoiding going through the house. With so many eyes watching us, it would have been foolish to be alone inside the house. At least in the back, there was some semblance of public since my neighbors on each side would have a perfect view if they were home.

  I was so tired of the rules of propriety, but again, I also valued my life, so I kept up appearances. I was lucky my parents picked this spot, as the creek ran through the back not too far from the garden’s edge. They had cleared a path through the thick woods and buckets were lined up for me to carry water from the creek to the garden.

  I watched as Thomas picked up two buckets while I only grabbed one. I knew I wasn't strong enough to carry two even though I had gained much muscle in the few years since my parent's passing. Thomas led the way to the creek and admittedly, I was mesmerized by the way his ass cheeks moved as he strutted along the short trail. It was round and I just barely stopped myself from reaching out for it as he bent over to fill a pail with water.

  Beads of sweat poured down my neck, leaving a trail between my breasts. The thick brush hid me from site as I unbuttoned my shirt down to my cleavage and stepped up to the creek alongside Thomas. The cool water was refreshing as I splashed it on my face, the rivulets replacing the sweat. I splashed it on the back of my neck and dared to glance at Thomas, who was staring at me with his mouth open. I couldn't help myself, and I smirked at him before giving him a wink.

  "It sure is a hot one today. This water is very refreshing," my voice low and inviting. "I would love to go for a swim. If only the rules weren't so strict."

  He tilted his head and looked at me curiously before responding, "Yes, Miss Worth, it certainly is a shame. The Minister says that God is always watching but I'm not sure if I believe that."

  I laughed, "Why Thomas, you better not let the good Minister hear you say that. He'll string you up for sure." His face turned red from more than just the heat, so I added, "Don't worry. I feel the same way. I hate the beliefs here and just want somewhere where I can be free to be myself."

  "And what is it you want to be, Miss Worth?" he questioned as he stepped so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

  "Mary, call me Mary, please. I hate the formality here," I stalled, not ready to admit what I really wanted as I took a step closer to him, our bodies almost touching. I looked up at him and licked my lips, drawing his attention to them.

  "Mary, you didn't answer my question," he replied softly as he leaned closer to my mouth, just a hair's breadth away. All I had to do was stand on my toes and our lips would connect, something I yearned for deep in my soul. Yet, I wanted him to make the first move, refusing to be the one that started anything. I knew that if he didn't want the same thing I did, he could have me put in the stocks.

  My chest heaved with the wanting that I felt, and it brushed against his, making him hiss. As I stared into his eyes, I could see the war going on inside of him and it was no surprise when he closed the distance between us, and his lips crashed against mine.

  He explored my mouth, his tongue darting out almost hesitantly until I opened my lips and slid my own out to meet his. I knew he wasn't experienced, and I was. I would worry about his thoughts of me later. Now, I just wanted to feel. Something I hadn't done since that long voyage on the ship.

  Despite the warmth of the day, I shivered as the desire ran through my veins and I placed my hand on his chest. It was hard, yet soft, better than I imagined. His hand went to the back of my head and he cradled it, pulling me closer as he moaned against my lips. The sound and feelings made me want something more, but I didn't know what that was. My body seemed to know as it pushed up against him, feeling a rock-hard bulge pressed against me as
I rubbed against it sending zings of electricity between my legs.

  I didn’t know how much time passed, though no time could ever be enough, before he pulled away panting. "Mary, we can't," he said, the sadness laced his voice. "If we get caught, the stocks will be the nicest outcome."

  Trying to hide my disappointment, I laughed, "I suppose you're right. I wouldn't look good with my head and hands sticking out of those holes. I can only imagine how much it would hurt my back to be bent over like that for however long the good Minister decides is long enough of suffering to repent for our sins." I rolled my eyes at the idea. I was not a good Puritan woman, that was clear.

  "Do you think you would become my wife?" he asked thoughtfully, not the lamest marriage proposal I'd heard in my life, yet not one that made me feel anything special. I wanted that passion, in his words like the kiss we shared.

  "I'm not the marrying type, Thomas," I tried to let him down easy. "I don't plan on staying here. This isn't the life I want to live."

  "What..." his words stopped suddenly, and it didn't take long for me to find out why as I felt something cold against my neck and a presence behind me. A flash of movement to the right caught my attention and I moved my head just enough to catch a glimpse of long dark hair with feathers hanging in it. Indians, I thought to myself as my heart raced. They harbored so much hate towards us and I knew that we wouldn't live long enough to report their presence to our leader.

  Chapter Two

  Present Day....

  "Come on, Lia. It will be fun," Trey's insistence on going to a Halloween party at the old haunted house on the outskirts of town was not my idea of fun. Yeah, I liked the idea of dressing up and having lots of sex with strangers but not at that house.

  Growing up, I'd heard so many rumors about the place and it being haunted that I was terrified to go in there. There were stories of a woman that would appear and try to kill anyone that dared to go there. I was chicken when it came to ghosts and I wasn't afraid to admit it.

  His voice was teasing and scrumptious, "The house will be filled with people. It's not like you'll be alone. Besides, ghosts don't exist. It's just a silly rumor. You can have all the dicks you want." He grinned at me and waggled his eyebrows, knowing that I loved the polyamorous lifestyle.

  I groaned, "Fine. I'll go, but if some crazy murdering ghost comes after me, I'm going to come back and haunt you. And I'm not going to be nice about it. I'll be your cunt and cock-blocking ghost."

  Trey's laughter rang out through our bedroom as he excitedly bounced on the bed, "Let's go. Get up and get dressed. I bought you the perfect costume for tonight. It's in the bathroom waiting for you."

  I pushed the covers back and jumped out of bed, excited to see what my longtime lover picked out for me. He loved dressing me up in the sexiest outfits for the parties we attended. Everything was either leather or lace, and I loved them both equally. Just as much as I loved the outfits that he would wear that showed off his lickable Adonis belt and huge cock.

  Thankfully, there was a stopper on the bathroom door to prevent it from hitting the wall when I swung open the door to our master bathroom. Hanging on the wall was a skimpy leather outfit and a mask. As I drew closer, I took in the details, seeing that the mask also came with a set of cat ears. Inspecting the soft leather, I realized he was dressing me up as Catwoman, a very fuckable Catwoman. There was even care taken to make my pussy, my ass, and my breasts easily accessible.

  "I love you, Trey!" I called out to him as I started shimmying into my new costume. The way the straps crossed around my body, leaving plenty of skin showing, while adding that extra sex appeal, fuck, I loved it.

  "That's because I'm the best boyfriend in the world. I take good care of my sexy Lia," his voice was muffled, and I assumed he was putting on his own costume. As much as I wanted to see what he looked like, I took my time, making sure every strap was in the right place.

  "You really are," I shouted back. "What shoes do you want me to wear with this? High boots or stilettos?"

  "High boots. I want you to look the part of a dom, but play the part of a sub. Baby, I can't wait to see you with dicks filling up every single one of your holes," his voice caught as if images flooded his mind and made him forget how to speak.

  I walked out and did a twirl, showing off how perfect of an outfit he picked. "Yes, and I want to see you right there with a woman riding you as I watch." There was nothing hotter than watching him fuck another woman or a man, the pleasure hitting his face as he held back on his orgasms. He was damn good at edging, bringing himself to the cusp and then stopping it over and over again.

  "Damn!" he said before whistling. "You're not going to have any problems finding enough men for yourself tonight."

  I finally got a good look at him, his mask was one that looked like batman. His leather shorts were slung low and showed off the outline of his thick cock. He wore a collar, the sign of a submissive, just as I did. It seemed as though neither of us would be in control tonight. It was uncommon to be both a dom and a sub, but we were extremely fluid with every aspect of our sexuality. It was what made us the perfect nonconforming couple. I'm sure people would laugh if they knew our day jobs were that of a police officer and a sportswriter for a newspaper. The masks certainly came in handy to hide our identities.

  We both donned our trench coats and practically skipped out the door. My skin was flushed, and I bounced my knees as Trey drove us to our destination. I didn't know if it were the excitement of the night to come, or the lingering fear of the house we were headed to. "You're going to have so much fun that those silly stories will fly right out of your head," Trey assured me as he squeezed my thigh. I certainly hoped he was right.

  Chapter Three

  400 years ago...

  I felt a rumble through my body as the deep voice of the man holding me gave instructions to the others in his group. I couldn't understand his language and my legs trembled as I felt the sharpness of his blade prick my skin, warm drops of blood tickled my skin as they slid down my neck.

  Another man spoke harshly as he pointed to me. My breath rushed out of me as I was turned around to face my captor. His eyes were on my neck and his brow creased as he studied the mark he made on me, which gave me time to take in his features.

  The paint on his dark skin did nothing to hide how handsome he was, his masculine jawline dimpled in the middle giving him a more approachable appearance. His dark hair, black as night, lay freely about his shoulders and bare chest. I wanted more than anything to move my eyes down to take in all of him, but I dared not move.

  Eyes that were rimmed in red paint stared into my own eyes. "You hurt," he said in broken English, followed by words that I didn't understand. His expression showed his concern, and I was taken aback by his reaction. We'd been taught that they were savages, unable to stop themselves from killing our people.

  Something fluttered in my stomach and I found myself wanting to placate him, and not for reasons of fear. "I'm okay. It's just a small cut."

  He nodded and turned me back around, binding my hands with some sort of rope that was softer than any I'd ever felt before. Our own rope was rough and always scratched my skin. It was strange that I was being tied up by a man that I should be frightened of, but my mind was thinking of such silly things. "Come," he commanded in that deep voice of his and I felt a stirring between my legs.

  Another man, this one with a strange hairstyle, led the way. I was only able to get a small glance of his handsome face before being lightly prodded to follow behind him. The sides of his head were bare, and a long strip of black hair grew down the middle, coming to an apex at his lower back. My eyes wandered to his tawny skin and muscular back that rippled as he walked. I longed to touch it and find out if it felt the same as Thomas'.

  The forest was thick, and I stumbled over the ruts and roots many times. The man leading the way seemed to float through the forest as he avoided everything. Each time I stumbled, my captor righted me, his large, warm han
ds gripping my arms.

  At one point, after many times of tripping over my long skirt or having it catch on branches, the man in front of me turned and took out his blade. I gasped and backed away, right into the chest of my captor, as he stalked towards me. Relief flooded me as he bent down and used his blade to cut my skirt just above my knees. It was instantly cooling, yet I was embarrassed by my legs that had never been seen by a man before.

  As we continued our trek to God only knew where, a few times I accidentally fell backwards and landed on his chest. He growled at me, but his hands lingered on my waist as he helped me stand each time. It became a game to me and as the hours passed by and the sun dipped in the sky, I felt my desire to have more build.

  I didn't know where Thomas was in our group, I just knew that he was still alive and with us. They didn't harm him at all. I'd seen them bind his arms in the same way as they did with me. I wondered what they wanted us for and where we were going. I even asked when we stopped for a break, my captor cupping his hands and bringing water to my mouth. "Home," was his only answer. That little voice in my head that had been burned in my years of the Minister shouting of the savages that roamed in the forest told me that we would meet our death when we arrived at our destination. Yet, the part of me that rejected every single stifling thing my people tried to make me believe told me otherwise.