Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  It seemed like forever until both of Naaza’s chilled hands resumed movement on his back. “No matter. I do not know why the virgin part is a requirement.” He rested his chin on top of Krana’s head. “The gods are a strange crowd.”

  “Be that as it may, I truly do not think I am a good companion,” Krana said.

  “You are warm, and that is all I require.”

  Naaza moved his head off Krana’s, his slanted eyes studying his face. Krana doubted his abilities to please him; but really, keeping someone warm for a night was something any simple human could do.

  Naaza opened his mouth and pushed himself on Krana’s. Krana obediently opened his own and responded, not daring to directly cross the god. Naaza wrapped his arms tightly around him, one hand sliding under the top of his pants.

  He kept his new companion in his mouth, relishing the tender warmth that only a warm-blooded creature could provide. Naaza felt him twitch as his arms fell lower on the back of his body. He explored every crevice of Krana’s mouth with his tongue, bemused at the feeling of so many natural blunt teeth.

  Naaza pulled his head away, his narrow dark eyes seeming to stare straight through Krana to his soul.

  Krana’s heart beat faster and he struggled to say, “What do you wish me to do, Your Greatness?”

  Naaza loosened his arms and stepped back. “Remove your clothing.”

  Sweat built up on the back of his neck and Krana’s hands shook as he untied his worn coat and boots, then his shirt and pants. He stood with his hands folded in front of himself, shivering despite the enormous fire nearby. Naaza’s face kept its permanent small smile, taking in the sight of the naked man. He moved his own slender fingers to the front of his long tunic, untying only a few strings, and the front opened to reveal his full human form.

  Krana gulped at the sight of the porcelain god in front of him. He had never seen a naked man with no scars, wounds, or burns; Naaza’s skin was a flawless white with vague muscles and perfect anatomy.

  Neither of them moved for a moment, so Krana said, “Ah, Your Greatness, what, uh....”

  Naaza tired of the timid man’s words and closed the space between them again, this time their skin coming in full contact. Krana forced himself to stay still as the god’s cock pressed against his hip. Naaza bent his head down and bit Krana’s bottom lip. Krana groaned at the sudden pinch, opening his mouth and running his tongue along his lips. He flicked at Naaza’s nibbling lips, more nervous that he had ever been in his life.

  The contact against his cool skin made Krana’s cock twitch and he tilted his head to position their open mouths together. His tongue snaked through Naaza’s mouth, leaving a trail of warmth through his unusually cool orifice. Naaza’s skin felt like satin and he couldn’t help but lift his own arms to the god’s body, slipping under his elegant clothes.

  Naaza’s human form looked as strong as a young girl’s, so Krana was stunned when he was pulled to the ground, the god and his robes writhing on top of him. The soft bearskin rug prevented his skull from cracking open but he lay in a daze, Naaza sucking on him and his tongue rubbing in every direction on the roof of his mouth. His hand dug into Krana’s hip, his long nails almost drawing blood.

  Krana stayed on his back, the god laying between his bent knees and their waists pressing together. Blood rushed to his cock and his trepidation vanished, primal instinct taking over. Krana moved his hand down to his shaft, rubbing the bottom with his fingers and stimulating himself. He felt pre-cum pool up in the tip of his slit, and a cool hand wrapped around his. His hips quivered at the foreign touch.

  Naaza reluctantly pulled his mouth away so he could look down at Krana’s erection. He didn’t quite know what to make of it, having never been aroused in his human form before. Krana noticed him furrow his brows, and licked his lips to speak.

  “Great Naaza, please -”

  His words were interrupted by Naaza’s rough tongue, pushing his body closer against Krana’s. Krana managed to sit up with the god straddled between his legs. He gave up on trying to ask permission or even speak, and with some hesitation, placed a hand on Naaza’s chest. His heart beat slowly under his touch, the cool skin something he had never felt before. It was soft, dry, and silky, completely unlike any woman he had ever been with, and his cock grew larger at the sensation.

  Krana dropped his hand until he reached the god’s own cock, taking the shaft in his hand and stroking it to life. Naaza dug his nails deeper into Krana’s thigh, his erection growing at the warm touch. Krana watched the god’s thick cock come to attention, cum leaking from the head in a matter of minutes. He pulled himself closer, his fingers working on the underside of Naaza’s slit, and their cocks brushed against each other. The sight of Naaza’s body quivering hardened his determination.

  “Naaza, it would be easier if you laid on your back,” he suggested.

  “For what?”

  He hadn’t expected that reply. This glorious god, who controlled whether his village would starve over the winter, was as experienced as a virgin.

  “I will warm you up.”

  With the magic word slipping out of his mouth, Naaza fell back, his legs still wrapped around Krana’s waist. Krana bent over him, his hands still firmly on their cocks and he rubbed their heads together. Their pre-cum melted together, dripping in a single line onto their bodies, and Krana felt himself about to burst. He removed his hand from his cock, leaving Naaza to continue imitating the movements of Krana’s other hand.

  Krana reached under the base of Naaza’s shaft, his fingers circling his balls. Much to his relief there was no sign of hair, and his hand moved without resistance further between the god’s legs. His middle finger reached his anus first and he pressed on the ring. Naaza made a sound at the completely alien touch.

  Krana pulled his hand back, placing it on Naaza’s and pushing himself forward. The head of his cock thrust against Naaza, and he forced himself into the god’s tight ass. Naaza gasped, his eternal smirk vanishing as Krana’s hot rod pierced him, and he squeezed his legs tighter against Krana’s waist in the air.

  Krana thrust with vigor, too horny to worry about displeasing the god. He wrapped his fingers through Naaza’s long black hair, holding tight as he pounded mercilessly. He bowed his head down onto his neck, nibbling on his satiny flesh. Naaza encircled his robed arms around him, rocking his body in sync with the hot, wet thrusts in his ass. Krana braced his knees against the rug, the fire blazing beside them as he came deep within Naaza.

  Naaza cried out the loudest sound he had ever made in his existence, the hot cum spreading through him like wildfire. He was overtaken by the feeling and his balls tightened. He came on Krana’s stomach with another cry, falling limp as his own hot cum coated Krana.

  Krana held himself up on his elbows, his face buried in Naaza’s neck. He gasped for air, his breath hot against Naaza’s flesh. The fresh heat drove Naaza crazy and he couldn’t resist anymore. His thin lips curled back, fangs coming to attention, and he sank his teeth into Krana’s neck.

  Krana screamed and struggled to pull away, but Naaza held his head tight. His fangs released venom, coursing quickly through Krana’s veins thanks to his rapid heart rate. Krana felt himself become sleepy, and his struggling weakened until he passed out on top of Naaza.

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  He woke up some time later, unable to tell what time of the day or night it was in the completely sealed room. Krana sleepily looked around, wincing at the fresh wound in his neck. Naaza was sleeping peacefully curled against his body on the fur rug, with another fur blanket laying over them. The crackling fire and expensive fur were luxurious compared to his own home and he smiled to himself, snuggling against the god.

  Naaza’s narrow eyes opened and looked down at him.

  Krana gave him a polite smile. “Do you feel better, Your Greatness?”

  “I can feel my fingers and toes. It is rare that I do.” Naaza wasted no time, snaking his hand across Krana’s chest under the blanket.

/>   “So, now that you’re satisfied, shall I return home?”

  Naaza frowned. “Not yet.”

  He ducked under the blanket and Krana felt him move down to his groin. Naaza’s tongue flicked on his cock and he startled at the wet touch. He felt Naaza’s head stop and his lips nibbled on his inner thigh, his long fingers pushing his legs apart. Naaza’s tongue spread flat against his inner thigh, and Krana expected the god to suck him off.

  What he was not expecting was the sinking of fangs into his leg near his balls, and Krana yelled at the pain as Naaza sucked his blood from the wound.

  Naaza slipped back up so he faced Krana, who was shaking and reaching down to stop the bleeding between his legs.

  “You are fine,” Naaza said, calm as ever, with Krana’s blood staining his teeth. “It is different from the venom I used last night and the wound will heal momentarily.”

  Naaza’s poison flowed through his veins and Krana felt himself flush. He didn’t become as drowsy as he had last night and his body felt hot. He shifted to move the blanket off him, but Naaza grabbed his hands.

  Naaza pulled him onto his stomach and nimbly straddled his back. His slippery cock slid on his skin, aching for release.

  “What are you doing?” Krana squawked, his face buried in the rug and his cock erecting faster than it ever had before.

  Naaza slid further down so the head of his shaft pressed on Krana’s ass. “So warm,” he murmured, pushing into him.

  Krana gasped. He had never been penetrated before, and the slick wet rod was hot as it brushed through his tight puckered ring. Naaza thrust with ease, as if he had been doing it his entire life. He pounded rapidly into Krana, whose body pressed against the floor with every push.

  The rushed thrusts and venom in his blood was too much and Krana moaned lustfully, his fingers gripping the fur rug. His stomach tightened and he felt cum leak from his cock and into the fur. He was horny as hell and moved his ass with Naaza’s shaft, his moans louder with every movement.

  Naaza bent over him, his chest brushing lightly against his back. He wrapped his hands around Krana’s chest, holding the hot-blooded body close as he drove his hips into Krana as fast and hard as he could. Krana’s cries echoed through the chamber and Naaza came, gripping Krana and sinking his teeth into his neck again.

  Krana screamed and he came on the rug, his cum pooling underneath his hips. Naaza kept his arms tight around him as he went limp, despite Krana wanting desperately to continue. He panted against the floor, his cock burning for more.

  “Naaza,” he managed to say, his name lustily falling from his lips.

  Naaza brushed a hand through Krana’s hair. “Yes, my companion?”

  “Do it again. Fuck me harder,” he begged.

  The god appeared bemused. “You no longer wish to return to your village?”

  “Not yet.” His body quivered. “I need to make sure you are warm enough to survive blessing our harvest.”

  Naaza rubbed his cock on Krana’s back, earning another moan from the human. “All winter, then?”

  Krana nodded, arching his back and rubbing himself against Naaza’s throbbing shaft. Naaza buried his head in his companion’s hair, breathing in his scent and smiling to himself as he hardened for yet another round.

  END :)

  If you liked this story, you might also like Banging the Boss 1.

  Roland is on his way home from a bar, recovering from a hard day of work, when a younger man propositions him. James claims he can satisfy Roland 3 times in a row, but he doesn't expect Roland to hold him - literally - to his word.

  Excerpt:

  “You look like you could use my help,” the young man said in a syrupy voice.

  Roland didn’t know how to respond until the man moved his fingers to brush against Roland’s groin. “Why?” was all he could slur out.

  “You look like you need it. Besides, I’m the best you’ll ever get.”

  A smirk crawled across Roland’s face. “Really? Why is that?”

  The man’s fingers rubbed his groin. “I’ll bet I can make you cum three times before I do. I always do.”

  Roland looked around and jerked his head toward the motel he had just passed.

  The younger man, James, followed him in as Roland checked a room for them. It was cleaner than he expected, but he was just glad he didn’t have to do it in the side alley again. He followed Roland to their room. The walls were pale and the only light came from a fixture in the middle of the ceiling. There was a bureau near the door and dark curtained windows on the opposite wall next to the bed.

  Roland laid his briefcase on top of the bureau and loosened his tie as James sat on the end of the bed. Roland stretched his back and said, “Well, what do you do?”

  James grinned and took the invitation to stand and take off his jacket and shirt, dropping them to the floor and motioning to the bed while saying, “Make yourself comfortable.”

  Roland shrugged and sat high on the bed, almost on the pillows, watching James remove all his clothing. “Three times?” Roland asked.

  James crawled on the bed until he reached Roland’s pants, running his hands up his legs and thighs, and his slender fingers smoothly unworked his belt buckle. “That’s what I promise.”

  Roland smirked again and James took the challenge, pulling the zipper down and moving Roland’s soft dick out of his boxers. He caressed the head with his forefinger, rubbing the shaft with his other hand until it stiffened. The slit on the tip of his cock oozed a single bead of glistening pre-cum and James glanced up at Roland. He watched him in return and seemed to be enjoying James’ touch, and he took the head of Roland’s burgeoning erection into his mouth.

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  The Werewolf Whisper 1: Sit, Stay, Good Boy

  By

  Victorie Lazer

  Copyright © 2012 by Victorie Lazer

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  My name's Mark, and I guess you could say I'm living the dream. I own my own doggie day care, have only one mortgage on my cute suburban cookie-cutter house, and I'm dating the greatest guy in the world. Monty has it all. Deep green eyes, dark hair, perfect teeth, and the sort of abs you could do your laundry on. We like all the same books and bands and B movies. This probably sounds corny, but I think he might be The One. I really do.

  I didn't always think so. In fact, not too long ago, I realized he was keeping a secret from me, and I'll admit I jumped to bad conclusions.

  Every
month, he'd disappear for a few days at a time, just like clockwork. He told me that he traveled for work, but he always paused a little too long before telling me where he was going. Considering that he owns his own small business (a roadside store where he sells handicrafts and exotic flavors of jerky), you can see why I had a hard time believing him. Even weirder than that, sometimes he'd come back with bruises or strange scratches that he couldn't quite explain. It was more than just fishy. It stank to high heaven. Sometimes he did, too!

  I started to worry that there might be somebody else. Another sweet twink to keep him warm at night, maybe even a woman. The more I thought about it, the more certain I became. He had to be cheating on me. What other explanation could there be?

  Those awful, dark thoughts were the reason I ended up sitting out in my car, in the middle of the night, in his driveway, staring at my supposedly "out-of-town" boyfriend's truck. All I knew was that if he had another lover in that decrepit old cabin of his, I would make him regret it.

  I left my car, not locking the door. Monty lives out in the woods in the middle of nowhere, so there wouldn't have been anybody around to steal it. Unfortunately, Monty's living in the middle of nowhere also meant that there were no street lights to guide a creeping boyfriend in his borderline-stalker behavior, but thankfully the moon was big and bright that night. I didn't have any trouble sneaking my way around back and letting myself in with my key.

  I know this sounds bad, but don't judge me too harshly. Even though he'd lied to me, I wasn't there to give him a hard time. If he'd really been working or having some alone time or whatever, I would have apologized and make it up to him a hundred-fold. But I was really starting to fall for the guy, and I felt that if there were somebody else, I deserved to know.