Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set

by Lola Swain

  “Yes,” Sam said and sighed. “She’s here with Allen.”

  Zoe turned and stared at Sam.

  “Allen? Why would she be here with Allen?”

  Sam stood and walked toward Zoe. She wrapped her long arms around Zoe’s neck. She bowed her head and kissed the tops of Zoe’s breasts.

  “She’s here to fuck him, Zoe. As she’s been doing for months now. This time though is different. This time, she insisted on fucking him in your bed.”

  “Impossible!” Zoe said and pushed Sam away. “Vicky would never do this to me. And neither would Allen for that matter! And in my bed? They think I would just stand by and watch? You’re crazy!”

  “You are not supposed to be here, remember? You would never know.”

  Sam walked to the corner of the closet and bent down in front of the floor safe. She spun the safe’s dial and opened the heavy door to the safe. She reached inside and pulled out a large, shiny wooden box and placed the box on the mahogany dresser in the middle of the closet.

  Zoe heard the door to the bedroom open and walked to the closet door.

  “No!” Sam said. “You must see this unfold.”

  Sam reached into the box and pulled out Allen’s gun. Her hands closed over the cold metal and she stared at Zoe.

  Zoe stared through the slats in the louver door and watched Allen and Vicky walk through the door. Sam put her hand on the back of Zoe’s neck and applied pressure, forcing Zoe to watch.

  Vicky pulled Dr. Connor into the bedroom by his necktie and flung him toward the bed. Dr. Connor landed on his back and Vicky jumped on top of him, she grinded her hips back and forth and bounced her ass up and down against Allen’s cock.

  “You want to get fucked bad, dirty fucking whore,” Allen said as he grabbed Vicky’s hips.

  “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Vicky said and bit Dr. Connor’s neck.

  “Waited for what? To fuck me?”

  “Waited to fuck you in this bed,” Vicky said and pulled her dress over her head.

  “Why do you hate her so much?” Allen said and reached up and pinched Vicky’s nipples. “You know, she really thinks she is your friend.”

  “She stole my boyfriend. Friends don’t do that to one another,” Vicky said and pulled at Allen’s shirt until all the buttons popped off.

  “You could have just unbuttoned it,” Allen said as he sat up and removed his shirt. “Friends don’t do what to one another?”

  “Fuck each other over…fuck each other’s boyfriends.”

  Allen stared into Vicky’s eyes and realized that she was probably the most insane person he knew.

  “And what are you doing, Vicky? You’re fucking Zoe over more than she ever did you.”

  “She fucking started it,” Vicky said and bowed her head and sucked on one of Dr. Connor’s nipples. “I’m finishing it.”

  Zoe closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her face.

  “My whole life,” she said and looked down at her feet. “My entire life I believed her.”

  “Your entire life,” Sam said as she raked her fingernails up and down Zoe’s back, “she tried to ruin. Turn around and hold out your hands.”

  Zoe did as she was told and Sam placed Allen’s gun in her open palm. Zoe closed her fingers around the metal and looked at Sam and shook her head.

  “Yes!” Sam said and turned Zoe back to face the door. “You must do this. You must end it.”

  “I cannot kill them.”

  “Don’t be a fucking pussy. Stand up for yourself for once!” Sam said as she pushed Zoe toward the closet door.

  Zoe watched as Vicky lifted herself off Allen and slid his pants down his legs. She was in shock yet was compelled to watch by some force greater than her revulsion over the scene before her. Zoe fingered the gun as she watched Dr. Connor finger Vicky.

  Vicky moaned as she spread her legs wider and Dr. Connor’s fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.

  “You like that, whore?” Dr. Connor said as he pinched Vicky’s clit.

  Vicky squealed as Allen spanked her swollen clit with short, quick slaps. She reached forward and grabbed Dr. Connor’s hard cock and pumped it up and down as she matched Dr. Connor’s fingers.

  Sam watched Vicky and Dr. Connor go at it over Zoe’s shoulder. She shook her head and wondered why Zoe was not furious at the scene. She expected Zoe’s rage and instead got her tears. She watched as Zoe looked through the slats of the closet and stroked the gun.

  “Are you going to wait for them to cum?” Sam said and nudged Zoe’s shoulder with her chin.

  “What?” Zoe said as she turned her head to look at Sam.

  “Them…what are you waiting for? Get out there!”

  Zoe turned back toward the door and watched Vicky position her pussy over Allen’s cock. Twenty years of memories flooded back as she watched her best friend slam her pussy down on top of the man of her dreams.

  Zoe thought back to meeting Vicky and how they were inseparable. She remembered the time when they were fourteen-years-old that they sat on Revere beach and described the men they were going to marry. On that day, Zoe described Allen as she sifted the grainy sand through her fingers and stared out at the Atlantic. She turned to Vicky after she finished and smiled.

  “That is him,” Zoe said as she rested her head on Vicky’s shoulder. “That is the man I will marry.”

  “He sounds real nice,” Vicky said and stroked Zoe’s hair. “Perfect.”

  Tears ran down Zoe’s face as she watched Vicky fuck Allen in their bed and remembered the scene all those years ago with Vicky.

  “That is him,” Zoe said. “That is the man I will marry.”

  “What are you talking about,” Sam said from behind Zoe. “That is the man you will kill! And that whore that is riding his cock along with him! Now, have you seen enough?”

  “Yes,” Zoe said and put her hand on the doorknob to the closet. “I’m done.”

  “Good,” Sam said and put her hand over Zoe’s and twisted the doorknob, “do it.”

  Zoe walked out into the bedroom and stood beside the bed. Allen and Vicky were lost in their fuck. Zoe pointed the gun, first at the side of Vicky’s head and then, the front of Allen’s head. She went back and forth as if holding a tennis racket while Vicky slammed up and down on Allen’s cock. Sam walked into the bedroom and stood beside Zoe and Zoe looked at Sam and shook her head.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Sam said and stroked Zoe’s arm, “they don’t even notice us”

  Allen palmed Vicky’s ample ass as he lifted her up and down. Vicky bounced on her knees and rubbed her clit as Allen pounded her. She tossed her head side to side and opened her eyes. When she saw Zoe, she froze.

  “What?” Allen said as he opened his eyes and stared at Vicky.

  Allen followed Vicky’s eyes and gasped when he saw Zoe pointing the gun at them.

  “Honey?” Allen said and knocked Vicky off his body. “Baby, it’s okay. This was all a mistake.”

  Zoe stared at Allen and then at Vicky as she pointed the gun at him.

  “I loved you both,” Zoe said. “I loved you both so much.”

  “Baby, just calm down,” Allen said. “We need to talk about this.”

  “I loved you all my life,” Zoe said as she stared at Vicky.

  Vicky closed her eyes and waited. She knew in that instant she deserved what was to come. She knew that she deserved to burn for everything she did to destroy Zoe’s life.

  “Baby,” Allen said, “just—”

  “And you,” Zoe said and shook her head as she stared at Allen, “you I loved before I even knew who you were.”

  “Enough with the Hallmark shit!” Sam said. “Do it!”

  Zoe turned to Sam and nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and smiled.

  “Thank you,” Zoe said and turned back to Allen and Vicky. “It’s done.”

  Sam screamed as Zoe turned the gun and pressed the muzzle to the middle of her chest.

/>   “No!” Sam said as Zoe hung her head.

  Allen screamed as Zoe lifted her head and stared at him while she cocked the gun. Vicky looked over Allen’s shoulder and she locked eyes with Zoe.

  Zoe pulled the trigger and shot herself in the heart.

  She collapsed to the floor and Sam ran to her body.

  Dr. Connor wiped the blood-spray from his face and jumped from the bed. He dialed 911 and reported Zoe’s suicide as he and Vicky scrambled around the room and dressed.

  “Get out of here,” Allen said to Vicky after he finished the phone call. “I never want to see you again.”

  Vicky grabbed her purse and ran from Allen’s house. She never did see him again.

  But the only thing that mattered to Vicky was the fact that Zoe never saw him again either.

  Vicky Westwood accomplished her life’s goal.

  Allen walked out of his house that day with just the clothes on his back and $20.00 in his wallet. He never walked back inside. He called his Realtor and instructed her to sell everything. He quit his job at the hospital, but they just put him on medical leave. It was only the grief, his supervisor thought when Allen said he no longer wanted to be a doctor.

  Sam did not leave Zoe’s side after she shot herself and rested Zoe’s head in her lap. She stroked her hair as she had when Zoe was sleeping in her lap that morning in the closet and hummed the same tune into Zoe’s ear.

  And as she had in the closet, Zoe dreamt of devils and ghouls and murder and mayhem.

  And then she opened her eyes and stared at Sam.

  “I had the wildest dreams,” Zoe said and stretched. “I feel so much better.”

  “Of course you do,” Sam said and ran her fingers over Zoe’s cool cheek. “There’s nothing left to bother you.”

  Zoe turned and stared at the bed she and Allen shared.

  “No, I suppose not,” she said as she ran her fingers across the gunshot wound. “What now?”

  “Well, now,” Sam said and stood beside Zoe, “we wait.”

  “Wait for what?” Zoe said and allowed Sam to pull her from the floor.

  “Olivia and Paul Gastineau,” Sam said and pushed Zoe on the bed.

  Sam straddled Zoe’s waist and slid her pussy back and forth against Zoe’s toned stomach. Zoe arched her back and spread her legs as Sam reached behind her back and rubbed Zoe’s clit.

  “Who are Olivia and Paul Gastineau?” Zoe said and moaned as Sam spanked her clit.

  “The next couple who are going to live here. We will have lots of fun with them,” Sam said as she removed her negligee and exposed her big tits.

  “Sam, you and I are—”

  Sam grabbed Zoe’s legs and spread them wide as she threw one of her knees next to Zoe’s hip and the other near her ass. She planted her throbbing clit over Zoe’s big swollen clit and slid back and forth against Zoe’s clit as they tribbed.

  Zoe screamed as the juices from her pussy mixed with Sam’s and they grinded back and forth against each other like animals.

  “Fucking,” Sam said as she bounced her pussy off of Zoe’s pussy. “You and I are fucking. Nothing else matters.”

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  The Inquisitor’s Song

  By Ava Ayers

  For he who does my head in

  When among us, they are as human as you and I, but the Inquisitors of the Order are trained to use us as pawns in their missions.

  Through these missions, Inquisitors find desired reprieves from their timeless suspension and they are free to engage in the life they desire while administering the directed pain and pleasure to the Offenders. But none of this is done altruistically, for the Inquisitor’s ultimate goal is to rise up to the Order’s favor and be returned to their place on earth…to gain libertas from the Order and end their suffering in the limbotic state.

  The unrested souls who were victims of the original Inquisition began the Order.

  The Elders were inhumanely tortured, despite their innocence and sent to the state between worlds. These condemned heretics formed the Order to enact vengeance upon their Inquisitors. As time went on they learned that those Offenders who cry foulest against perversion are usually most perverted.

  The vengeance these heretics-turned-Inquisitors enacted was sweet. The same torture methods used to kill the Elders were now used against the Offenders.

  As the Order expanded, new Inquisitors were recruited. All souls who died violent deaths and were either victimizers or victims in life were given one chance to gain acceptance into the Order. They are reeducated when they come. Beaten down by the Elders, they are shown the error of their ways through torment.

  If they survive the reeducation camps, they are graduated as Inquisitors and sent down to carry out the directives of the Elders after choosing an Offender from the list in the Libri Infidelis. The Inquisitors return to their human form when sent down and feel pleasure and pain as they did in life.

  Not all Inquisitors brought into the Order remain. Those who fail to follow the Laws are banished to an eternity in their purgatorial states. For those who do follow the Laws, freedom is the prize.

  For the current mission, the Elders declared two Inquisitors would be sent down and work in tandem to carry out the task. The Offenders to be punished were husband and wife, both equal heretics. The unprecedented operation would reward the Inquisitors well. And the Elders prepared the directive with much excitement.

  Auto-Da-Fé was decreed.

  They were Luca Maretti and Lena Mason. And they were exquisite.

  Paired together only because of the proximity to one another on the List, their reasons for gaining entrance into the Order could not be more different.

  Luca Maretti aspired to be the grandest lover in all of Italy and in 1979, right before he was struck down, he was. A beautiful and sadistic man, Luca treated every woman he encountered like an animal. But as Luca’s scorned lovers piled up like corpses left to rot in a gulch, the fury toward him intensified. And one day, the sensitive Assunta Dasarto allowed her rage at being cruelly cast aside by Luca overtake her. The young girl hacked at Luca with the fury of a thousand castaways with her father’s field machete.

  Lena Mason was different. A woman who lacked her own beliefs, she fell upon her beauty like a martyr and allowed her lovers to chart her fated course. Lena’s men sniffed her out as wolves do the wounded and she simply lay upon her back and spread her legs.

  Beat, blighted and broken, she never spoke up for herself or against those who abused her. Her lovers all tired of her and stepped over her weak body without a second glance as they walked out her door. Lena gave herself a day at most to change her sheets and buy a new outfit and she was out the door and on the hunt for a replacement. She begged for companionship, yet lacked any conviction with which to sustain even the most superficial relationship. Her final lover, a con man known to her only as “Cute Mitch,” strangled her dead when she failed to make him a drink at the end of his day.

  The Order abhors weakness as much as arrogance. Spectacular careers made of feebleness or conceit is a starting point to gain entrance into the Order.

  As Elder Andarnus read to Lena and Luca from the Libri I
nfidelis, Lena studied Luca from the corner of her eye while running her fingertips over the ligature scars on her neck. He was a most handsome man, she thought. Just the kind of man she would go after in life–dark hair and evil, but beautiful eyes. Luca looked like a model even in death. She knew little about this man, her partner-Inquisitor, other than the fact he was murdered by a former lover as she was and he was a maddeningly arrogant Italian.

  Luca was pleased to be paired with Lena. He noticed her when she first came into the Order. And when he looked at her, Lena reminded him of his past. A photographer during his life, Lena looked like the type of woman Luca would have been most pleased to work with. He surveyed Lena’s body under the sheer white gown the female Inquisitors wore and closed his eyes. He remembered the feeling of dragging his hands slowly down the sides of a woman’s body—feeling the dips his hands made as they slid down her waist and the arch out as his hands glided over the bow of her hips.

  Luca half-listened to Andarnus prattle on about their mission while he stared through Lena’s gown and recalled the sensation of plunging his fingertips between a woman’s legs, between her moist lips and into the hollow where his cock inevitably found its home. He smiled as he remembered the taste of a woman and licked his lips as he recalled flicking his tongue back and forth against a woman’s hard clit and finally, bringing his full, cushiony lips around that bud and sucking. A trick taught to him by a prostitute to make a woman crazy, it never failed. Luca loved to hear them moan and scream. He loved when a woman closed her legs around his head and dug her nails into his shoulders. He especially loved…

  “Excuse me, Inquisitor Maretti?” Elder Andarnus said as he slammed the book down. “Are there any questions about the mission?”

  Luca looked over at Lena who stared at him angrily. Of the two of them, he was the senior Inquisitor and in charge of the mission. It would not be good for either he or Lena if he lost himself in the few memories he had left.

  “No, Elder,” Luca said and cleared his throat. “Lena and I are ready.”

  “Fine, go to the Departing Chamber and prepare. And remember, Inquisitor Maretti, your conduct during your missions effect not only the potential for your freedom but that of Inquisitor Mason’s freedom. Fail at your assignments and you fail to gain libertas. Do we understand?”