by J. Leather
Paranormal Secrets
Paranormal Werewolf Interracial Alpha Male Cowboy Ghost Erotica (3 Erotic Short Stories)
Immortal Curse
An Erotic Short Story of a Paranormal Kind
The intense passion in his dark, mist laden eyes filled her with dread and also a perverse longing to be taken by him. She reluctantly allowed his searching hands to roam all over her young nubile body, the coarse roughness feeling good on her soft skin in a strange way. Her fears began to ebb as she gave in to the animal instinct that drove all humans to be one with nature. Her breathing came in short ragged bursts as the anticipation of his arousal entering her body made her heart race.
She moaned with pleasure into his ear, encouraging him on. His deep throaty voice felt like an orchestra out of tune, musical and yet in discord. And when he called out her name…
“Helena Preston!” The sound of her name made her look up from the small book she was reading and slam it shut.
“Yes, Professor Blake?” Helena answered, adjusting her glasses and peering up at the stocky little middle aged woman.
“This is a field trip, young lady.” The college professor standing over her wagged a fat finger. “And you’re here to know about nature from nature itself… not from that book you keep reading.”
“I’m sorry, Professor.” Helena blushed, stuffing the little red leather bound book hurriedly into her handbag. “It won’t happen again.”
“That’s quite all right, dear.” Her teacher chuckled as the young woman rose up to her feet hurriedly. “Now go on and join your classmates down by that local village.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The slim brunette nodded and smoothed down her long skirt. At twenty two she was a senior college student, and even though she preferred her books and music over outdoor adventures, she had a body and looks that attracted many. She tried her best to hide behind loose old fashioned clothing, but the way she naturally walked, drew much attention to her.
She looked in the direction of the small village, if it could be called that, it was more of a ragged settlement. Her college group had travelled a few hundred miles to come to this remote little place, far and away from modern civilization.
A handful of tribal tents and tepees made of animal skins and tree limbs dotted the lush landscape and very few of the indigenous people took interest in the intrusive college group. They were accustomed to being a novelty and have occasional visitors come time to time from the big cities.
Helena was not particularly fascinated in the trip, but she needed the grades from doing it. With a deep sigh she slowly walked towards the rest of her group. She looked around with little interest; everything was well documented by visitors before. The people there were living the same way they had done for centuries. Modern civilization had left them alone and they preferred it that way. Helena sighed, feeling awfully bored and wished she could sneak away and read her little book of mystery and intrigue.
As she stepped up to what looked like a kind of totem pole of gruesomely painted cylindrical blocks of wood, she felt as if she was being watched. Quickly scanning the college group, she found them all engrossed and marveling at some primitive thing or the other. They didn’t care much about her, and she liked that. She was a loner by nature.
“It is an artifact of much power… you like it, yes?” A sudden deep voice behind her made her jump.
“What? Who… how did you…?” She stammered, whirling around to find herself face to face with a tall native man with graying hair flowing down to his broad shoulders. He hunched a little and a scar ran down the left side his weather beaten face. His suntanned face bore slight wrinkles, but his dark eyes were sharp and piercing.
“My apologies to have startled you, Miss.” His rich voice had a lilting accent that she found very attractive. It made her shiver. “I am Holkan, of the Clan Lahkinan, the last of my people.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir.” Helena stammered, intimidated by the feral look he had. “I... I am Helena Preston, and I don’t think I’ll be buying any souvenirs.”
“I have none to sell.” He grinned, exposing two very sharp canine teeth that resembled fangs. “But maybe I can offer you a gift.”
“Well, I don’t normally take gifts from strangers.” She shrugged and looked away. No one else was paying any attention in her direction.
“Ah, a pity.” He shook his large head and laughed. “And yet you now know my name and I know yours.”
Helena felt a sudden chill. She couldn’t understand why this strange old man was beginning to attract her so much. He was handsome, maybe once, but he looked more than sixty, probably as old as her grandfather.
“Ah, Helena, you keep silent, but I know your mind seeks to know more.” His dark eyes had a mischievous twinkle that eased her tension.
“Um, well, yes, now that you’ve got my attention…”She shrugged. “I guess it would be impolite to not want to know more… that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it… an education?”
“More than that, little one.” His voice suddenly grew sepulchral and he touched the totem pole. “I see that this great totem of my clan fascinates you, it is a symbol of great power and virility.”
“Uh, yeah.” She felt herself blush. “It does resemble… something powerful.”
“It is the life blood of my Clan… and I am the last one.” He said with a deep sigh.
“Really, I guess that’s… sad.” Helena nodded. “You haven’t had a wife and children?”
“Aye, once…maybe more,” He looked up at the overcast sky. “And yet I have been cursed to outlive them all.”
Helena felt her heart break at the sadness in his voice, the sagging of his broad shoulders. He looked like a very lonely man indeed; maybe he just wanted her company for a while. It wouldn’t harm her if she could make his loneliness a little less for a few hours.
“Yes, Holkan, I would be very interested to know all that you have to tell me.” Helena smiled at him and gently patted his shoulder.
“Ah, good.” He nodded sagely. “Then come, we must be on our way before the storm passes.”
“Um, what storm?” Helena looked at him in puzzlement. “And where must we go?”
“To the sacred stones, beyond that hill.” Holkan pointed and waved. “Zalban!”
A large stallion, white as the snow of mountain tops, suddenly cantered up and nuzzled his face. The old man caressed the horse’s brow gently, whispering in its ear.
“But I can’t just…” Helena looked around for the others, but she couldn’t see anyone. A mist had formed all around them, filling the entire meadow with an eerie glow.
“Come!” Holkan cried out and pulled her up behind him on the bareback horse. She felt breathless by the sudden move and held on to the old man for dear life as the stallion broke into a tear away gallop.
Within moments they rode into a place surrounded by small hills. Large slabs of stones were laid out on the soft verdant ground in a sort of ritualistic fashion. Helena could hear her own heart beating against her chest. She felt terrified and excited all at the same time. There wasn’t another soul in sight.
The huge horse cantered to a stop and Holkan dismounted with the ease of a seasoned rider. Helena looked at the older man in amazement; there was a sudden spring in his step that she hadn’t noticed before. He reached up and effortlessly carried her off the horse. His muscular arms around her felt like powerful vices and she wondered if she was making a grave error. She took h
im for a kindly old man who wanted to regale her with the deeds of his youth, but now it seemed he was someone else all together.
“Have no fear…” He said as he tenderly placed her down on the stone slabs.
His eyes looked even more radiant than before and she felt like he was peering into her soul. Slivers of fear and excitement warred inside her. She felt strangely drawn towards him, and at the same time she wanted to run for her life.
“Have no fear,” he said again as if he could read her mind. “No harm will come upon you.”
“But what are we doing here?” She asked with trepidation. She noted that the sky had darkened a lot more than it was a few minutes ago and the coppery hint of impending rain was heavy in the air.
“Ah, yes!” He said; his voice a lot more powerful than before. “The storm approaches… it is time.”
“Time for what?” Helena cried out against the loud clap of sudden thunder overhead.
“It is time for me to live again.” She heard his voice, but it was masked by a strange animalistic growl.
The tall, grey haired man discarded his robes and stood naked before her. His eyes had a strange glow in them as he raised his hands skyward and began to chant in a language she couldn’t understand. Thunder rumbled over head as if in response to his haunting chants and bright lightning split the darkness in sudden bursts.
Helena felt paralyzed. She couldn’t move her limbs. She was transfixed. Before her eyes, Holkan began to twist and turn strangely and his body grew larger. His head expanded and dark hair covered his entire face. He was transforming into some kind of wolf like creature. He chanted more resolutely and thrashed his huge muscular arms around, beating his chest with savage fury.
“What the hell is this?” Helena screamed, she thought she was losing her mind. “Holkan, what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer and a dark mist enveloped him, hiding him from sight. She peered frantically, trying hard to get a glimpse of him. Her body felt heavy as if she was being weighed down by invisible chains. She felt drowsy and slumped down on the flat stone covered ground.
“Helena, my dear.” She opened her eyes to the sound of her name.
The skies had cleared and a multitude of stars shone like diamonds against the inky darkness. The full moon dazzled like the queen of the night amongst the glitter. Helena rubbed her eyes and peered hard at the silhouette of the tall man against the moonlight.
“Yes, dear Helena, it is I.” Holkan said, though his voice sounded much younger than before.
Helena sat up immediately and drew her legs in, wrapping her arms around them. Her eyes went wide at the handsome, god like man standing before her. The bright moonlight played on his chiseled features, taking her breath away. His shoulder length hair was raven black and glistened in the moonlight. He stood erect, powerful hands on his hips, broad shoulders thrown back and deep chest heaving. His muscular thighs resembled tree trunks and she noted he was naked.
“Holkan, what the hell is going on?” Helena’s voice trembled. “What’s happened to you?”
“I am yet again what I should be.” He said with a grin, “and the fates have smiled upon me once more by bringing you to me.”
“But what was that… you were some kind of animal a few minutes ago…” She stammered, her body shaking with fear. “And now you’re not old anymore… oh, god, I must be dreaming.”
“Aye, it is my curse… yet this night I will triumph.” He leaned forward and held out his hand. “Come, Helena, you have been sent to me by the fates so I may be free of this burden.”
“What, no…” She shied away. “Let me go… you’re some kind of freak…”
“It is beyond your ken, sweet Helena.” His voice lilted like a melodious flute and she felt herself getting drawn to him again. “But your part is a necessary one.”
Helena swallowed hard and for the first time she focused on his brazen nakedness as he moved closer. Her eyes trailed down his deep muscular chest, chiseled mid-section and finally rested on the rising organ between his muscular legs. He intended to have sex with her, she realized. She felt her heart skip a few beats and wondered if she could resist his advances. A strange desire to be taken by him filled her senses and she reluctantly gave in.
“It is time, Helena.” Holkan purred sexily, leaning over her. “I must take you now, or forever remain lost.”
His breath was intoxicating. It made her head spin; she reached up and clawed at him. Helena pressed herself back against the flat stones as his body weighed down on her. She felt the hardness of his muscles crushing her yielding body. His lips closed in over hers, sucking and biting her softness. She let his tongue snake into her mouth, she had no urge to stop him, and she wanted him more than ever. She couldn’t understand it, and decided not to fight it. Her body responded to him and her mind followed.
“Helena, you will soon understand, but now you must let your natural instincts rule…” Holkan whispered seductively into her ear. “Release your mind, set it free, and let your body fill your senses.”
“Yes, Holkan,” Helena sighed and relaxed, letting his warm body engulf her senses, body and mind.
She kissed him again, more hungrily than he had. His breath was like an aphrodisiac to her and she couldn’t help but want more. His hands traced all over her body and he peeled her clothing away. Her oversized shirt and long flowing skirt he slipped off her with ease. Her bra and panties he ripped off with more urgency and she felt his breathing get more ragged. The anticipation excited her and she looked down at his surging erection.
“Oh, god… that’s the biggest one I’ve ever… er… seen.” She blurted out in awe.
Holkan smiled and twitched his thick cock in response. Eleven inches of steel hard manhood throbbed before her. She felt a shiver run down her spine. A fierce longing to reach out and touch it overcame her. She rose suddenly and grabbed his cock with both hands.
“It’s even bigger than ever.” She whispered. She remembered the only other cock she had ever seen and touched, when she was just eighteen, and that too he was her first crush and had no idea how to please a woman. An experience she would prefer to forget.
This time it was different. Every fiber in her body, every thought in her mind, wanted this stranger she had barely met an hour ago. She couldn’t understand it and she didn’t care. This was even more exciting and foreboding than the books she had been reading.
Her slender hands stroked the rigid flesh of his cock and she heard his pleasurable moans. It excited her and she increased her tempo. She looked at the surging organ, the large exposed head gleaming with his juices, and she felt an insatiable urge to take it in her mouth. She looked up at him and saw the pleading look in his eyes.
Holkan stiffened as she took the entire head of his cock into her moist, warm mouth. She felt his body tighten and knew that her mouth gave him instant pleasure. She began to suck on the head slowly at the same time running her hands up and down over the thick, throbbing shaft. She enjoyed the ribbed hardness of his cock against her fingers and the way his heavy balls felt in her small palms. She squeezed the little orbs sliding around inside the sac and he grunted. More of his pre-cum oozed into her mouth and she relished his taste.
“Oh, Helena…” Holkan grunted. “You are wonderful… if only… no, I must not.”
“What must you not?” She looked up at him puzzled, holding the throbbing treat and licking it lovingly.
“I must not lose control.” He said mysteriously and deftly dropped to his knees. “Come, it is time for our union.”
“Oh, but we are in uniooo…” She cooed as he pushed her down and lifter her butt up with both hands. He lowered his large head between her legs and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her dripping pussy.
“Oh, god…” Helena moaned, squirming her hips. “I’m so going to cum if you lick me with that tongue of yours…”
Holkan didn’t respond. Instead his snaking tongue hungrily slobbered over her exposed pussy. Her
hips bucked as his tongue lashed across her, from her ass hole, over her pussy and to her hypersensitive clit. As he lavishly licked her pussy, she felt the sharp pricks of his canine teeth near her clit. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure, adding to the wild miasma of sensations running through her body. It drove her to the brink and she felt her insides clench hard. Helena threw back her head and let her body release itself into a mind numbing orgasm.
“Ohhh, Hoool…kaaannn.” She wailed as her body shuddered.
Holkan squeezed her butt tenderly and sucked her pussy with more vigor, heightening her senses, making her thrash her arms and toss her dark haired head from side to side. Her chest heaved, making her soft breasts jiggle and her stomach caved in as she took a few deep breaths. She hadn’t had an orgasm as powerful in her life. As her body settled down, she looked up at the starry night, wondering if this was real or a dream.
Holkan’s face, young and devilishly handsome loomed over her, and she knew the answer.
“We are in union… now.” He breathed into her face and she felt the heat of his thick cockhead nestling against her pussy lips.
“Oh, god, Holkan.” Helena whispered apprehensively. “You’re going to tear me apart with that enormous weapon you have there.”
“You will be pleasured, sweet Helena.” He said with a strange edge to his voice.
Helena stiffened as she felt the thick organ slowly push its way into her pussy. She spread her legs as wide as she could to give him access and he took it. She gasped as he pushed all the way in. The tightness she felt inside her as her pussy clenched over his eleven inch cock made her head spin.
“Oh, Holkan, your cock feels so good inside me.” She whispered, hugging his muscular neck.
He answered with a grunt, guttural and edgy. It made a shiver run down her spine. She felt the sting of his sharp teeth against her neck and a momentary flicker of fear crossed her mind. She pushed it away, letting the anticipation of some great sex take precedence in her mind.