Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

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  He pushed away the unfinished plate of food and sat back on the couch, shivering. He had inexplicably acquired a craving for a bloody steak. He usually liked his steaks cooked medium; the sight of blood made him feel ill. For some reason, his mind had changed overnight. He had awoken craving the savory, iron taste of blood rolling over his tongue.

  So far, the ointment and drugs had done nothing for his arm. It ached more than ever, and was getting worse.

  A hard knock at the door startled him. Rob clutched his sheets and stumbled towards the door, which was still banging resolutely.

  “Jesus, I’m coming.” He yanked open the door with his good arm.

  Robert’s ire evaporated as his eyes fell on the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. The stranger was well-built, with wide shoulders and rippling biceps peeking out from his tight, white t-shirt. The shadow of a beard stroked his strong jaw and dark hair fell haphazardly into his warm, brown eyes. Those eyes were knitted into an expression of concern.

  “Hi, my name is Dave.” A thick, deep voice rumbled out his throat as he outstretched a hand.

  Robert instead offered his left hand and they shook awkwardly. “What brings you here?” Oh God, he’s so hot.

  He jerked his thumb behind him. “I heard there was an incident with a wolf here.”

  “Yes,” the man’s sudden presence struck him as odd, though he wasn’t complaining. “How did you know that?”

  Dave gave him a smile. Rob felt warmth flush his chest. He was so handsome.

  “It’s a small town. Everybody already knows.” He gestured towards Rob’s injury. “Is that where he bit you?”

  “Yeah.” He sniffed, shrugging it off. He didn’t want to look weak. “It’s not too bad.”

  Dave raised an eyebrow and gave him a knowing smile. “Do you mind?”

  “Sure.” Rob dropped the sheets and carefully unwound the bandage, gritting his teeth against the pain. It was worse than he thought. He heard Dave’s sharp intake of breath and looked at his arm.

  His eyes fell upon what he thought was his arm—it had a sickly greenish hue, and the bite marks had become extremely inflamed. They were turning a horribly black color, which reminded Rob of gangrene. Overcome, sickened by the smell, he fell to his knees.

  “Whoa, there,” Dave said suddenly. “Let me help you.”

  Rob was hardly able to appreciate Dave’s closeness as his strong arms encircled his waist and hoisted him up. Even in his sickened state, he admired Dave’s strength.

  He gently deposited him in the couch and then Rob heard him searching the bathroom for something.

  “That fucking bitch,” Dave swore as he returned with a rag and a bucket of water. “We have to get this stuff off you.”

  “Stuff? What?”

  “Doctor Umbrage. She put wolfsbane ointment all over your wounds. It’s making you sick.”

  “Wolfsbane?” Rob ejaculated, starting to think that all sense had left the conversation. “What are you talking about?” The end of the sentence was punctuated by a scream as Dave began wiping his hand.

  “She hates wolves. It’ll be better once we get this off,” he said gently. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this. This should never have happened.” An angry look came over Dave’s face.

  “She hates wolves? What’s that got to do with anything?”

  Dave gave him a pitying look. “Look, you’re transitioning.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re a werewolf. You can deny it in your head all you want, but the fact is tonight’s a full moon. And you’re going to change.”

  As hot as Dave was, he was clearly insane. Rob felt his heart sinking as if a balloon of happiness had suddenly burst inside him. “You’re crazy.”

  He shook his head. “Look at your arm! See, it’s already healing.”

  Rob looked and yelped as he watched his flesh slowly knitting together. The pain was receding, the flesh was returning to its normal pink hue. “This is impossible,” he said as he turned his arm around. He had never believed in fairy tales. Sure, he had an imagination (he was a writer after all) but he had never considered that any of it would be true.

  “We think the wolf that bit you was Peter. He has been warned many times not to change near human settlements. We think he was too close to the edge of the forest and was lured by an animal trap. Feeding him was a bad idea.”

  Robert was still shaking his head, gazing at his now completely healed hand. It didn’t seem so ludicrous to entertain Dave’s silly tale. “Why did he bite me?”

  The man sighed and leaned into the couch. “When you transform, you’re not really conscious. It’s kind of like a dream. You can see everything, but you don’t really have control.” He checked his watch. “It’s getting late. We should really get going.”

  “Go where?”

  “To the forest.”

  Rob shot upright, running his hands through his hair. “Whatever, this is probably a dream. I might as well go along with it.”

  * * *

  A half an hour later, Robert’s feet were crunching dead leaves, both of them were in the deepest recesses of the woods. Dave was setting up a tent by the stream. If not for the bizarre events of the day, Rob would be excited to be alone with a beautiful man in the wilderness. He winced as something sharp pierced through his finger. He pulled out the splinter, watching as a tiny drop of blood receded back into his skin. His heart hammered. He searched the ground for a sharp rock and found one. Breathing in sharp gasps, he tore the rock across his arm, opening up a gash. He winced in pain and was satisfied as he watched blood seeping out of it. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing. He wiped away the blood and splashed some water on his arm—and did a double take. There was no wound.

  “What the fuck am I?” he screamed.

  “You’re a werewolf.” Dave appeared by his shoulder and gently tugged at his elbow. “Come on, let’s talk.”

  Shaking, Rob followed him inside the tent. The sun was close to the horizon, a deep orange filled the sky.

  Dave began to remove his boots and socks, and Rob stared as he removed his belt and pants. Dave’s shirt flew off his head. His tight, black underwear stretched across his round, perfectly shaped ass. A small amount of dark hair peppered his beautifully carved chest. Rob blushed as Dave slid out of the underwear and his cock slid out. Dave threw the underwear at Rob’s head.

  “Stop staring and strip.”

  Blushing furiously, Rob complied with his orders. He set his clothes in a neat pile and crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly self conscious.

  “What am I?” he asked Dave in a desperate voice.

  He sighed. “Werewolf, lycanthrope, beast walker. There are many names for what we are, but none of them offer much. None of us know why we’re here—or how this all came about. Werewolves are just one of the universe’s many unexplained miracles. Some wouldn’t call it a miracle. Some would call it a curse.”

  “Why would they call it that?”

  “You can live exactly the same life as you did before—only you’ll be a slave to the moon. You’ll have to always beware of the phases of the moon, and you will have wolfish characteristics from now on. You’ll find that at some phases you might be more aggressive.”

  “I’m a little scared,” Robert admitted as he watched the sun dip lower through the tent.

  Dave slid nearer and slid a consolatory arm over his shoulders. Rob felt something leap inside him as Dave’s naked body pressed against him. He caught a glance of Dave’s impressive cock nestled in a bed of black hair and felt blood rushing to his nether regions. He suddenly realized he was very aroused. He watched Dave’s gaze lower to Rob’s knees. A smile played on his lips.

  Rob’s cock had lengthened and was rock hard. He gasped and tried to hide his erection. “I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t mind. It comes with the territory. Increased libido. Most werewolves have sex before they transition.”

  Was Dave offe
ring what he thought he was offering? Rob started as Dave began to massage his neck and shoulders. Rob sighed and fell against Dave’s chest. He didn’t realize how tense he had been. Though, Dave’s antics were far from relaxing him. His cock was beading with precum, and he felt Dave’s bulge press against his back. Dave grasped Rob’s jaw and kissed it from behind, his tongue gently sucked at his neck and he began biting his neck.

  A growl that Rob didn’t know existed in him erupted from his throat. He suddenly felt an irresistible urge to dominate Dave, but Dave roared and seized his neck, forcing him on the floor. Rob was torn between rage and arousal. He could feel Dave’s cock pressing into his back; his teeth had a firm hold on the delicate skin of Robert’s flesh. His jaw squeezed harder every time Rob fought against him. His saliva trickled down Rob’s throat, and Dave growled threateningly in his ear. Finally, Dave released him and Rob turned around.

  It was a fearsome sight. Black hair was now erupting from Dave’s skin, his eyes were turning black. He snarled viciously and snapped at Rob with a human jaw. It was the first time Rob had noticed the shadow of the wolf inside him. To his surprise, Rob reacted with snarl and buffeted his face with a fist. Dave attacked him, forcing Rob to turn over and bit his neck so hard that Rob yelped in pain.

  It was several minutes of growling before Dave released him and Rob stayed in his position. He moaned as he felt his ass cheeks spread and something long warm and wet lapped at his balls and asshole. The tongue forced its way inside and Rob groaned with pleasure. There was so much saliva it was running down his ass cheeks and balls, and Rob wanted to turn around and fuck him but Dave retaliated, biting him on the ass. His teeth had grown sharper and they broke through his skin.

  Dave’s face withdrew from his ass and he suddenly mounted Rob. It was very scratchy and hairy. His thick cock plunged through his asshole mercilessly as Dave’s mouth clamped on Rob’s neck. Rob noticed that his arms were lengthening and thick hair was sprouting from his pores. All he could feel was Dave’s cock and balls slamming inside him, the wet, slapping noises and Dave’s growling filling the tent. Dave’s hand curled around waist and found his cock. He squeezed Rob’s cock and stroked it. Every rhythmic pump sent his pleasure nerves afire; sex had never felt this good before. Dave’s cock pushed against his prostate and Rob wished it would go in deeper. He looked down at his own cock and saw that the tip was red and inflamed; his cock was covered in thick, gray hair. He wanted to come so badly. It seemed as though the girth of Dave’s cock was increasing, and he felt the walls of his rectum expand to accommodate him.

  Rob’s jaw and nose were lengthening. He screamed as his bones slid out of place, and the sound that came out of him resembled a beast.

  Dave’s strong jaws were still clamped on his fur as his great, thick cock fucked him mercilessly. A strange sound ripped from Dave’s throat as he yelled and his cock seized. Rob’s asshole suddenly felt very warm and moist. Dave’s cock pumped inside him a few more times and then the wolf fell off him.

  Semen dripped out of Rob’s anus. He was still extremely hard, and rolled onto his back, exposing his raging hard on. Now fully transformed, Dave bowed his snout near Robert’s penis and lapped at the inflamed cock. The long tongue curled around his penis a few times, stroking it. Robert wanted to scream, but a growl instead escaped his throat. Robert howled in pleasure as semen spurted from his cock. Dave licked the semen from his fur and at the rapidly receding penis. Then he bounded outside.

  He wanted to follow, and tried standing up. It was a strange sensation. He felt that he was upright, but he was on all fours. Rob the wolf clumsily padded outside, his tail upright and curious. A multitude of smells assaulted his snout the moment he ventured outside. He could smell the dung of some animal some fifty yards away, he could identify each pine needle on the forest floor with his nose, and he could smell Dave’s sex a few feet in front of him. He padded forward and his snout irresistibly sniffed under Dave’s tail, his tongue darting out for a momentary taste.

  Suddenly the smell of something warm and organic flitted in front of his nose. Somehow, he knew it was a rabbit burrowing under the leaves a hundred feet away. He followed Dave, who surprised the rabbit from its hidey hole. Rob jerked forward and caught the fleeing rabbit in his jaws. Ignoring its screams, his jaw crushed its throat and he shook the animal, breaking its neck. As he ripped open the hide and feasted on its warm flesh and blood, an indescribable satisfaction filled his mind. He had never been a killer, or craved killing, until now.

  He felt an urge to move on to bigger prey. He could smell larger animals bolting through the forest. Dave, the black wolf, disappeared into a bush bounding after them, and he followed.

  * * *

  The faint sounds of birds chirping awoke him. Rob jerked awake and spat out a mouthful of dirt. He distinctly remembered rubbing his snout into the dirt, having caught the scent of another wolf, but otherwise, he couldn’t remember much. He was face down on the forest floor, completely nude. His insides ached. As he rolled over on his back, he caught a glimpse of Dave’s naked back.

  Dirt was smeared all over his body, and his hands dipped into the nearby stream and splashed the water all over him. Rob walked over to join him.

  “Morning,” said Dave croakily.

  Rob hissed as he splashed cold water over his face. “I only remember bits and pieces of last night. Did I eat something?”

  He laughed, his wet hair sparkling in the sunlight. “You had a rabbit and some fawn. It was fun, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess being a werewolf isn’t so bad. How do we find our way back?”

  “Use your nose,” he said simply.

  For a quarter of an hour, they walked towards the tent. Rob couldn’t really distinguish his own smell from all the other smells, but Dave said his abilities would increase in time. Finally, they discovered the tent and Rob bowed inside.

  The smell of semen and sex inflamed his senses. Suddenly, the memory of their fornication before changing inflamed his mind, and his asshole clenched. They were still naked—Rob could still make a move.

  “Did you fuck me just because of the changing?” he asked suddenly.

  Dave’s nostrils flared, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His penis was flushed with longing. “Well, not entirely, no. It does influence you a lot but I won’t deny that I find you attractive.”

  “I still don’t know who you are, or whether I can trust you.” Though desire had ensnared him, he realized that he barely knew the handsome man.

  “I’m the leader of the pack. The alpha. One of my duties is to help those transitioning.” He approached Rob, smiling slightly.

  Rob wanted nothing more than for Dave’s cock to split him open. He didn’t understand his raging hormones; it was as if he was 18 again. “Do you fuck all of them?”

  “Some,” he admitted. “Not all.”

  Dave was close enough that Rob could feel his hardened cock press against his thigh. He stroked Rob’s hair and suddenly gave it a sharp yank. “You will submit,” he growled.

  Rob obeyed the pressure on his head and sank to his knees. He found himself face to face with Dave’s thick cock. He gently lapped at the cock as Dave’s powerful hands stroked his hair and jaw. Dave’s thumbs hooked into Rob’s mouth and opened his jaw. Panting, he forced his cock down Rob’s throat and seized his head.

  Robert’s hands traveled up Dave’s legs and massaged his ass, as Dave’s hands forced Rob to swallow the entirety of his cock. Dave slowly fucked his mouth, slightly grunting at his exertion. Dave increased the pressure on the back of Rob’s head, forcing himself inside to the hilt. Rob gagged slightly and tried to remove his mouth, but Dave growled savagely and gripped his hair painfully. Rob stuck out his tongue to allow Dave deeper access and managed to lick his balls. Dave’s hips began to slam against his mouth as his urgency increased. Rob could feel his own cock lengthening and his asshole clenching. He wanted so badly to be fucked.

  The tent was filled wit
h the sounds of choking, wet sounds. Dave’s face had reddened as he fucked Rob’s mouth faster and harder. Rob reached around to Dave’s asshole and suddenly inserted three fingers. Dave moaned in pleasure. The fingers became wet with mucus as they fucked him rhythmically with Dave’s thrusts. He slipped another finger in and slammed them in to the hilt. Dave let out a yell with every thrust of his fingers. Red-faced, panting, Dave suddenly removed his cock from Rob’s throat.

  Dave flipped Rob over himself as he panted in Rob’s ear, his slimy cock nestled between Rob’s ass cheeks.

  “Fuck,” he swore in frustration. Dave hooked his fingers inside Rob’s asshole and opened it wide. He shifted his hips until the tip of his cock rested on Rob’s asshole. Then he plunged inside.

  “Oh!” Rob moaned as Dave’s huge cock split him open. Dave’s arms had formed a vice grip over his chest and waist. His mouth had found Rob’s neck and alternated between sucking and kissing.

  Dave’s hips jerked upwards, his cock slamming into Rob’s prostate. Dave’s hands were now pinching Rob’s nipples painfully. The other hand drifted to Rob’s cock and began to stroke it with his firm grip.

  “Fuck yes,” he sighed.

  As Dave’s thrusts became faster and harder, his jaw clamped once again on Robert’s neck. His instincts took over as he became determined to keep his mate in place.

  The biting, fucking, and feeling of Dave’s hand pumping his cock was bringing him close to the threshold. His eyes rolled in the pleasure of it all. His cock was sliding inside his rectum, pounding against his prostate. His hands balled into fists and Dave was hammering away faster than ever, his growls deafening. Robert moaned and felt spurts of semen shoot out of his cock. At the same time, Dave released his mouth and grunted. There was a last slam against his prostate and suddenly Dave’s cock was swimming in semen.

  Dave kept his moist cock inside, his chest heaving. Robert was still riding the wave of pleasure, and turned his head around to kiss him. Dave kissed him back, his tongue hot against his lips.