Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  I throw any lingering doubts back into the recesses of my mind in a euphoric buzz as he pulls out slowly leaving only his head still inside of me.

  Suddenly he thrusts in me again, but faster this time, creating sparks of heavenly friction that sends my body temperature even higher. Rick pulls himself back, pumping into me at a steady rhythmic pace while kneeling in position. I watch his furrowed brow as he concentrates on bringing me and himself even closer to the sweet release we've been aching for from the start.

  The sweat of hard work drips down from his chin and lands onto my abdomen; it tickles, but turns me on immensely. I don't know how much wetter I can get, but it helps when he increases his pace and sends wave after wave of gratifying carnal pleasure washing over my sweaty body.

  I tense and relax at the most irregular of intervals, losing all control of my muscles. The random muses and reasoning of logic simply disappears from my consciousness. All that's left is the raw emotion of pleasure, and a pure physical connection with Rick.

  He suddenly leans back, lifting me on top of him with his muscular arms. All of a sudden I find myself riding him. I'm in control, and I love it. He prompts me by thrusting and shifting slightly, and I respond by giving him the ride of my life. My hands pound his chest in irrational ecstasy as I lift myself up lighting with my toned thighs before relaxing and letting him penetrate me deep again.

  Rick smiles as he watches me use him for my own lustful desires. He reaches down and suddenly gives my clit and heavy stroke. The climax that pooled inside me is suddenly unlocked, sending me rattling over the edge.

  "AHHHH!" I scream in sweet release, soaking his shaft in my juices. He watches in delight as my mind blanks entirely. I ride him with all that I'm made off, letting my body rise up and shatter over and over again.

  His breaths grow incredibly heavy and I feel him throbbing violently inside me. My eyes widen at the feeling as he releases his seed as deeply in me as he can. I cum again, biting my lips as my pussy pulses in sync with the uncontrollable shudders of his dick.

  "Fuck!" I cry at last, releasing all of my inner inhibitions.

  He suddenly sits up and sinks his teeth into my neck. In the moment I have no chance to push him away, be surprised or even react. What the fuck did he just do?

  I can't think straight. A slight stinging pain's suddenly replaced by vibes of satisfaction emanating from where he bit me. Okay, now he's taking the vampire thing a wee bit too far. But I'm too numb in the midst of a mind blowing climax to resist.

  Eventually his throbs die down, as do mine. I lie back on top of him, feeling him slowly suck my blood out of me.

  Is he serious? I lie there panting and exhausted, in the arms of a man who had just bitten my neck. Should I believe that he's actually a vampire? Is he just doing this for the attention? Am I even thinking straight? I furrow my brow at all these sudden questions popping into my head before dismissing them with promises of finding out tomorrow.

  It doesn't hurt actually, did he really bite me? He finally withdraws with a mouthful of blood. Our eyes meet and he grins energetically.

  What the fuck? He really bit me! My eyes widen watching his canines literally shrink from fangs back into a normal healthy set of pearly whites, except that they weren't pearly whites because they were stained with my blood.

  Holy fuck! I'm jolted back into a super weird turn of reality.

  "Oh fuck!" I cry, watching him lie back with a look of sheer satisfaction.

  No, this is just a bad dream, it's all just a bad dream. I'm hyperventilating, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me now.

  "That's why I told you, I'm a vampire. I don't know what to say if you still don't believe me now." he smirks.

  Shit, shit, shit. I raise my hand to my neck, noticing how unusually wet my neck is. Fresh blood stains my fingers and I go into shock just looking at it. Actually, I feel like I'm about to go into shock, but somehow I'm as calm as I'll ever be. Did he inject some sedative into me? I don't know.

  I roll over, burying my head into the pillow it's all a bad dream, isn't it? I'm confused as hell, scared even now that the gravity of the situation finally dawned upon me.

  My thoughts fly by in a flurry, all screaming for my immediate attention. I don't know even know which one to address first. It's all too much.

  * * * * *

  The warm glow of the morning sun bathes me and floods my eyes as I open them.

  Damn, my head's buzzing from a serious hangover. I get up.

  Shit Jessica, I think to myself, what the hell did you to now?

  I hold my head in my arms, trying to will this paralyzing hangover away.

  Oh right, ha, I smirked at the thought. I actually slept with a vampire. Who am I to believe that crap!

  He even bit me here -

  My hand traces the part of my neck where he supposedly bit me last night. Suddenly all of last night's experiences come flooding back to me. This is no dream, I force myself to focus as I trace the two small bite wounds that sullied my fair skin.

  Shit, it's real after all.

  "RICKKKKKK!" I scream in panic.

  I look around and find that I'm still inside his apartment. Okay, he can't run away at least.

  Getting up, I throw the blanket off me, trading it for my clothes that are strewn all over the floor from last night's bout of passion.

  When I find him, he's going to have a lot of explaining to do.

  END :)

  Are you thirsty for more steamy vampire action? Then read the sequel, Fangs of Lust (Vampire Erotica)!

  At long last, Jessica finds Rick again in a pub picking up women of all things, typical. She's furious that he bit her neck the last time but more curious about what an eternity as a vampire entails. With nowhere to escape, Rick brings her back to his real apartment this time, preparing to reveal his vampire secret and more…

  Excerpt:

  His apartment is a lot less fancy that I expect. Granted the first time we did it in a stranger's house, he got my expectations way up.

  "This is it?" I ask, standing in the doorway.

  "Why? Not good enough for you?"

  "No, I mean, I half expected you to live in an ancient castle or something with a coffin in your bedroom."

  He resists breaking into another round of annoying laughter as I glare at him, daring him to do it again.

  "Ha, it's not like that Jessica. Even we vampires do keep up with the times otherwise we'll stand out."

  "You mean there's more of you?" Like I should be surprised about that, if vampires like Rick exist with the ability to turn other people into one, then the possibility of other vampires shouldn't sound that absurd.

  "Yep," he nods, "there's a whole coven of us, as far as I know. I don't like living with them though. I prefer meeting people who are more… alive."

  I step in, ignoring the unimpressive interior. I don't feel attracted to him for his wealth or anything superficial like that. I guess it's more out of a morbid mix of curiosity and passion for he's a really great lover after all.

  He holds out his arms and I let him carry me into his bedroom. There really isn't a coffin in here. I guess even vampires can't resist the wave of modernization. It feels like the magical first time all over again, that out of all the girls in the bar, I was the one that blew him away.

  Gently, I relax as he rests me onto the bed. I grab and bury my face as deeply as I can into his pillow. It smells like him. Yup, this really is his place. I'm glad that he isn't lying this time.

  His hand reaches in and separates the pillow from my face in an unhurried manner. A small gasp subconsciously escapes my mouth as he brings his face close to mine, until our foreheads touch, sending a fresh jolt of excitement rippling through me.

  Am I in love with him? I don't know. But do I want his body to ravish me again? Most definitely.

  Other titles by Brandy Corvin include:

  Fangs of Sweet Undeath (Vampire Erotica)

  Thrown off the roof of Rick
's thirty storey high apartment, Jessica finds herself dead… but also a vampire at last! Now that she's finally in sweet undeath, she celebrates by sinking her fangs into Rick's pale neck first before letting him ravish her for the rest of eternity…

  Fangs of a Vampire Series Anthology: 3 Sizzling Erotic Paranormal Stories!

  This bundle contains 3 sizzling erotic paranormal stories in the Fangs of a Vampire series. When Jessica Parker hits up the bar for just another one night stand, she gets way more than she bargains for going home with Rick Damien; he's charming, suave, brooding and also... a vampire? Over 12500 words of sizzling hot action at a bundle discount!

  Exorgasm: MMM Paranormal Demon Possession Erotica

  Father Jacobs just graduated from Bible College as a professional Exorcist and simply can't wait for his first assignment. But when he finally steps into the room of the possessed Joe, he's awestruck by how devilishly handsome Joe is. Worse still, the demon only promises to leave if Father Jacobs does it with Joe! Will Father Jacobs exorcise the demon or will he succumb and do as the devil says?

  The Werewolf Experience: M/f/MMMMM Paranormal Erotica

  When an elusive, never-before-recorded species of wolf appears before Brandy's very eyes, she gives up everything to chase after it. Finding herself in the wolf's den, she finds herself surrounded by the pack and privy to a mind blowing secret. They're actually werewolves! Now that she knows, the pack can't let her escape, unless of course, she satisfies their lustful desires...

  About Brandy Corvin:

  A student majoring in feminist studies by day, smut writer by night, Brandy Corvin ensures you'll never be bored with the paranormal/fantasy erotic stories she narrates from her world.

  Her work can be found on Amazon, Smashwords, Rainbowebooks, AllRomanceEBooks.

  Brandy can be reached at brandycorvin@gmail.com

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  More sizzling stories coming soon!

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  The Shadow of the Wolf Part 1

  By

  Adriana Rossi

  Copyright © 2012 by Adriana Rossi

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  A warm breeze brushed his naked shoulder as the leaves stirred in the wind. Buried in his recluse spot, he relished the sharp smell of pine and the cloying scent of the jasmine bush that grew like a weed along his property. He leaned back into the wooden rocking chair and closed his eyes, listening to the birds.

  This is a perfect place to write my new book, he thought. Rob used to be a construction worker. He had always wanted to earn his living through writing, and after many years of hard work and saving up he had finally bought this little cabin in the middle of nowhere and quit his job. The cabin nestled in the woods was an ideal spot. He had always craved isolation, and there was no one near for miles. Except for the lack of gay guys, this place is almost perfect.

  The bottle of beer tipped precariously in his hand as his head nodded. He roused himself enough to close the untouched journal and set the bottle on the banister.

  It was a balmy summer evening, the faint orange glow of the sun warmed his skin and the prospect of taking a nap was very enticing. He stretched out on the swinging bench and closed his eyes.

  Robert shuddered awake and drew back his feet. The evening fog had rolled in and he found himself chilled to the bone. The sunlight had faded from the cracks in the trees, and the sallow color of moonlight washed over the forest, bathing him in white. He pulled a nearby blanket over himself and shivered. There was nothing but the symphony of crickets playing in the bushes, owls momentarily hooting. Suddenly, an eerie voice cut through the noise as if there were hidden speakers in the forest. It was so loud that Rob bolted upright, his heart hammering. Every creature in the forest silenced as this phenomenon continued its mournful howl.

  Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the voice dropped and not a creature stirred in the darkness. He was torn between curiosity and fear. This new development could provide him with fodder for his writing, but whatever had made the noise sounded dangerous. Against his better judgment, he decided to investigate the sound. He turned on the porch lights and slowly ventured out of the porch. His boots had just creaked on the first steps when he heard a low growl near his feet.

  Robert jumped a foot in the air and leaned precariously over the railing. There, he saw a sight that made his blood chill. A giant beast was curled up under his porch, its large menacing head turned towards the porch steps. Its hackles were raised and Rob could almost feel the growl rumbling through its giant throat. Why is it sitting there? he thought.

  Surely, it could just leave if it felt threatened. The countless warnings he received from the rangers not to provoke the wild animals in the forest ran through his head.

  He jumped down and faced the beast. It was a common grey wolf, but Rob had never seen one up close. He couldn't get over how large the head was and the beautiful pattern of its coat. It snarled viciously and attempted to stand on its four legs.

  The powerful jaws snapped at him, saliva dripping down the inch-long fangs. But the animal whimpered and collapsed. It was then that he noticed the wolf's paw. It was a mass of blood and fur; it looked like the wolf had been caught in some sort of animal trap.

  "Poor fella," Rob said in a sympathetic voice. He had always held a fondness for dogs, though he had never been allowed to have one. He felt childish glee rise inside him as he pictured himself nursing the wolf back to health, teaching it tricks and earning the loyalty of a fearsome beast. Ignoring its growls, Rob dashed inside his cabin and fetched a bowl and filled it with water. He rummaged through his fridge for something that a wolf would like. A nice big bloody steak, he thought. But he didn't have any. The only meat he had was a block of bacon. He slammed it on the kitchen counter and he began carving thin strips—before realizing that wolves probably didn't eat bacon and didn't care about how thin it was. He cut the thing into quarters and ambled outside with four hunks of meat and a bowl of water, half of its contents spilling out in his excitement.

  The wolf was still in the same spot, but it had retreated further into the darkness. Rob could see its eyes glowing in the darkness.

  “Hey, buddy,” he began in what he hoped was a friendly voice.

  Its eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice.

  Rob gently dropped a hunk of meat on the floor. The wolf startled from the noise but sniffed hopefully at the meat, alternating between outright distrust and hunger.

  “That’s it, boy. Go on.” Rob stretched out a trembling hand. “Nice dog.”

  The wolf gnawed on the meat, paying him no notice. His fingers had hardly brushed the animal’s fur before it whirled its great head at him and snapped its jaws. Rob withdrew his fingers just in time. The wolf’s growling filled his ears as he stared into its blue irises. They were beautiful eyes. He stared at the wolf’s thick pelt, longing to run his hands through the fur and wondering what it would feel like.

  Still growling, the wolf turned its attention to the bowl of water and began lapping its tongue eagerly. Soon the bowl was empty.

  “I’ll fill that for you!” he said cheerfully. Rob stretched his hand and grabbed the bowl.

  It happened in an instant. There was a vicious snarl and a flash of fangs. Pain seared through his hand as the beast gnawed on his bones. The wolf’s nose was crumpled, its lips curled in a snarl. Rob drew back his fist and punched the wolf in the nose. It whimpered and released him.

  Rob staggered to the porch, cradling his aching hand. Several deep puncture wounds were filling with blood. “Fuck!” he swore as he ran inside. He ran water over his hands and scrubbed at the wounds. It hurt like a bitch, but he gritted his teeth. He knew how bite wounds could get infected. He wrapped his hand in gauze and mentally cursed himself. What if the animal had rabies?

  He eased himself into bed, shivering. The night passed with fitful, restless sleep. When first light grazed his eyelids, he shot upright and dressed. His hand was throbbing, and the pain had traveled to h
is elbow. He splashed some cool water on his face and left the cabin. The clinic was only a few miles away. First, he made sure the wolf had disappeared, and indeed it had. There was no sign of the beast.

  * * *

  “Yeah, this is a bad bite, alright,” the doctor commented as she turned his hand over. “How did this happen?”

  Rob’s face suddenly flushed. He couldn’t exactly tell the truth, could he? “I’m not really sure what I did. I was just walking through the woods and it attacked me.”

  The doctor’s skeptical gaze peered at him. “You wouldn’t have happened to be feeding them, would you?”

  “Me?” he asked in an innocent voice. “No, ma’am I would never do that.”

  “They’re wild animals,” she said in a stern voice. “If you get them habituated to humans, more of these attacks will occur.”

  “Mmm.”

  She released his hand and rummaged through the cupboards. “Right. Well, I’m going to rub some ointments on these wounds and prescribe you some strong antibiotics. Be sure to take all of them, and not stop when you start to feel better or it will get worse.”

  Rob moaned in pain as the doctor gently smeared the ointment over his wounds. She pursed her lips at the wound, apparently confused. Shaking her head, she dressed his wound and gave him a slip of paper. “Come back in a week.”