Slay Belles & Mayhem: A Medley of Dark Tales

by Dani René

  “I don’t know if it works that way.” She swallows deeply. “I think you have to be bare inside me.”

  I almost nut in my boxers.

  “You’re a virgin, and I know I’m clean. We can get a morning after pill tomorrow. I’m ok with that.”

  “Good.” Nyah looks down at my jeans. “Are you going to take them off?”

  “In a minute. Come here, Nyah.”

  I beckon her with a finger, and she shuffles over to me. I turn her around so her back is now resting against my chest. Then, starting at her neck, I move my hand over her body, stroking the soft gossamer flesh. Nyah opens her mouth and exhales a moaning breath of desire.

  “Is that good, Nyah?” I ask her, circling my hand around her breast and plucking at the sensitive nipple with my fingers.

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll take your virginity, but it won’t be a quick fuck. I won’t do that.”

  My hand lowers over her flat stomach toward the cleft between her thighs. Trailing a finger through her folds, I part them to find she’s wet.

  “I guess you do find me attractive.”

  “Please, I need you?” she whimpers.

  “How could any man want to take this from you forcefully? Having you pleading is so much better.” I rub my hand against her clit until her hips start to gyrate. “That’s it, babe, take your pleasure. I won’t give you mine until I’ve heard you moan and come over my fingers.”

  I don’t know what type of fate brought me here today, but I’m glad it did. I’m captivated by this beautiful woman who’s bringing herself to orgasm on my hand. A normal human would have run away at the suggestion of taking her virginity in this manner, but the witch in me already knows she’s mine, and I’ll save her, no matter what she asks of me.

  “Griffon,” she moans, and her little body starts to shudder. I lower my other hand, so it’s between her thighs and push a finger inside her pussy. It’s wet and soft like the finest velvet. I can’t wait to put my dick inside her. It’s straining in my boxers, and I can feel pre-cum beading at the tip.

  Magic is the strangest thing on earth. It knows so much more than humans do, and I learned at a young age not to fight it. The path it’s now taking me on is leading me to a power more dominant than evil, hate, and jealousy combined. It’s taking me towards love.

  “Oh god,” Nyah calls out as she comes. Her body shakes and shudders as pleasure flows through it. “So good.”

  She’s breathless and limp when I withdraw my finger from her pussy. I scoop her up into my arms and lay her down on a couch in the room.

  “I wish I could worship your body for hours in a bed, but I’m afraid this couch is all I’ve got to work with.”

  “After that orgasm, I’m not sure I’d survive hours in a bed with you. Holy shit, that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never had one before.” Nyah lays there with a silly grin on her face.

  “Have you never touched yourself?”

  I run a finger up her slit, and she shudders from the sensitivity there.

  “No, I was told it was wrong, and it was something only my husband could give me. Seriously, my parents must have had the most crap sex life.”

  I can’t help but laugh.

  Nyah brings her head up.

  “Take me, Griffon, make me a woman, and help me survive this fate.”

  Leaning forward, I make this situation more personal by pushing my lips against hers. She tastes of honey-sweetness—it’s intoxicating. Pulling back, I lower my jeans and boxers as Nyah rubs her fingers over her lips, feeling my imprint there. She looks up just as my dick pops out of my underwear.

  “Fuck!” Her eyes go wide. “It won’t fit. What will we do?”

  I can’t help laughing at her naivety.

  “Believe me, it’ll fit.”

  “But it’s so big. I mean, Malachi often shows me his. It’s like a quarter of the size of yours and all winkled. He likes to play with himself while I have to watch. It’s disgusting, but at least I’ve always known he wouldn’t overly hurt me when he took me…apart from the whole killing me thing, of course. Yours is going to break me in two.”

  I press my lips against hers to silence her worries. She melts under my searching kiss, and her mouth parts slowly, allowing my tongue entry to explore. She moans, and it reverberates around my tongue as I line my dick up to her entrance, which is slick with the juices of her orgasm.

  “Are you sure about this?” I whisper into her mouth.

  “Yes. Save me, Griffon,” she replies, and I push into her.

  She’s tight, and I feel her clenching around me.

  “Relax.”

  “It hurts.”

  “I promise it will feel good once I’m in.”

  I join our tongues together in a dance while playing with a nipple to distract her. Bit by bit, she begins to relax, losing herself in the other sensations invading her body. Eventually, I push all the way in, and as I do, I feel the barrier of her virginity break.

  I’ve saved her.

  Settling for a moment, I allow her to get accustomed to my size until she starts to rotate her hips, encouraging me to move.

  “So full,” she whimpers.

  I withdraw my hips and slam back into her in a swift and punishing movement. She cries out in pleasure. Then finding a steady pace, I buck my hips, moving my dick in and out of Nyah’s warm and welcoming pussy.

  “You’re perfect.” I kiss over her face as I whisper the first words that come to mind.

  I’m losing my head. This must be a dream. Maybe I passed out while driving. I don’t deserve an angel as beautiful as this.

  “Harder,” Nyah pleads with me. “Take me.”

  I shift my angle, bringing one of Nyah’s legs up and wrapping it around my waist. I’m beyond being gentle now. Her pussy’s too inviting—it’s the most magical thing in the room. No wonder Malachi wanted it, even if his reasons for doing so were wrong. He must be crazy to want to draw her life force when he could fuck her like this forever.

  “Griffon, I’m going to come again,” Nyah moans through ragged breaths. “What’s happening? It’s too much, oh god!”

  She clamps down on my dick and milks it while screaming my name. My balls tighten up, and I start coming as well. She’s taking everything I have as spurt after spurt of my hot cum coats her insides. A momentary thought pops into my head of our essences combining and her belly swelling with my child. Fuck! She must be the witch, not me. She’s placed me under her spell and is playing with my mind. Eventually, my dick stills, and I collapse down onto her. We’re covered in sweat and both breathing heavily.

  “You saved me.” Nyah wraps her arms around my broad-set shoulders and kisses my forehead.

  “I’m not actually sure who saved who. That was amazing.”

  She blushes.

  “Really?” she shyly questions.

  “Yes.” I cough. “Would you be adverse to possibly doing it again later?” I can’t help asking her. My dick is already hardening inside her once again, and it never wants to leave. She’s captured me.

  Nyah bites her lip. “Could we do it in a big bed where you could spend hours exploring my body?”

  “I want to explore your body and your brain. I want to get to know everything about you.” I kiss her and slowly withdraw from her pussy. She winces from the tenderness down there.

  “I do too, Griffon.”

  “That might be a little hard with you both being dead.” The male voice comes from behind me. I turn just in time to see a ball of energy heading for us. I swiftly divert it into the wall.

  “Whore!” the intruder shouts as he looks down between Nyah’s legs where my cum has mixed with the blood of her virginity. It’s leaking out in a testament to the fact he can no longer feed from her.

  “Malachi Hayes, I believe,” I address the old man.

  “And you are?” He looks down his crooked nose at me.

  “Griffon Taylor. The man who Nyah just lost her virginit
y to. I believe it’s something you planned on doing. Sorry, but losers, weepers, and all that,” I tease him, invigorated with the touch of Nyah’s hand on my leg.

  I click my fingers, and we’re both instantly fully clothed so the pervert can no longer lust over her body. The lessons I was taught as a boy flood back to me. Maybe Nyah is also a key to releasing my magic and not just Malachi‘s. The taking of her virginity appears to have given me enhanced magical powers.

  “I see you’ve stolen the source of my magic. That won’t stop me, though. You may have taken the initial powerful hit, but Nyah still has energy to feed off.” He looks at the clock. “And there’s still time for me to do so.”

  A quick succession of energy balls are thrown at me. But before they can reach me, I manage to deflect them around the room. One hits an old grandfather timepiece in the corner of the room, splintering the wood into a pile on the floor.

  “It would appear you’ll have to estimate the time from now on. Sorry, not sorry,” I taunt with a smirk.

  “It’s ok—the priest is outside. I’ll just fuck her over your dead body while he marries us.”

  I’ve heard enough.

  With a flick of my wrist, magical ropes appear out of the floor and start to wrap around the old man. Grinning, he mutters a couple of words, and the ropes disintegrate.

  “You’re still weaker than me.” He laughs.

  Malachi then throws a bolt of lightning at Nyah. I’m not able to stop it in time, and it curls around her, trapping her in a new fiery cage.

  “No.” I aim my own counter-spell at it, but it doesn’t break. I’m seriously pissed off now. I start to throw energy balls at Malachi, but he’s able to deflect all of them. “How long can you keep this up old man?”

  ‘I’ve been taking virgins and destroying rivals for over three hundred years. There’s always another Nyah for me to take and feed from. I’ll be here long after you’re dead. You’re insignificant to me.”

  In a flash of light, my body travels toward him. The ropes that disintegrated earlier have re-formed as snakes and are now wrapping themselves around my body. They begin to tighten, squeezing me like a boa constrictor capturing its prey. I’m struggling to breathe.

  “No.” Nyah screams. “Stop it.”

  “This is all your fault, Nyah. Watch him as he dies, knowing the gift you gave him also killed him.”

  Malachi raises him arms and takes control of the snake ropes, preparing to pull them even tighter. He doesn’t get a chance, though, because Connor, still in stag form, charges into the room with his antlers down. He spears Malachi and sends him flying. It gives me the opportunity I need to dislodge the snakes from my body.

  “Don’t kill him,” I shout as Connor prepares to charge again. “If you kill him, you’ll stay a stag. It’s part of the revenge spell. Someone else has to do it. ”

  Connor looks toward Malachi and then back at me. His nostrils are flaring. He turns and heads back toward the evil witch, intending to sacrifice himself for his sister. With a wave of my hand, I capture him in a glass cage before he can. He rams against the sides, furious and desperate to get out, but the glass won’t break. I free Nyah from the lightning prison with a flick of my wrist, and we both bear down on Malachi. The old man is seriously injured. Both his legs are broken, and he’s lying on the floor, breathing weakly.

  “Kill him,” Nyah orders me.

  “No.” I hold out my hand, and the gun I’ve summoned on a magical wave from my car crashes through the window and lands in my palm. “I’ve not earned that right. I’m not the one who’s suffered for a year at his hands.” I offer Nyah the gun. She looks down at it and then back at me.

  “Will he stay dead if I kill him?” she asks

  “It depends on the deal he’s made with the devil. I know someone who can give us more information about that. But for now, at least, end this.”

  “She won’t do it.” Malachi laughs.

  The gun goes off before he has a chance to say anything more.

  “Yes, I will.”

  Nyah looks down at the old man now lying dead with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. I pull her back when creatures made from black smoke emerge from the floor. They wrap around Malachi’s body and drag him down into hell.

  A cough comes from behind us, and we both turn to see Connor standing within the glass cage in his naked human form.

  “Thank god!” Nyah exclaims as her legs go from under her, but I catch her in my arms before she falls.

  “Do you think you could let me out?” The light haired boy asks. I can now see the similarity in looks between Nyah and him.

  I wave my hand, and the cage disappears. Then with another flick, I clothe him in jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Thank you.” He steps toward me and shakes my hand.

  “Has he really gone?” Nyah asks.

  “I don’t know. Hopefully, but I’ll speak to Dominic about it.”

  Nyah lets go of me and hugs her brother tightly.

  “Are you ok?” he whispers to her. “I mean, really ok.”

  “Yes, I promise.”

  Connor looks embarrassed.

  “I’m sorry about suggesting the whole having sex with Griffon thing. It popped into my head as the only way of saving you. Not that I want to ever think about my sister being with someone like that, because it’s just the grossest thought in the world.”

  “Beg to differ.” I cough, and pulling Nyah back from him, I tuck her under my arm. “I thought it was pretty good actually.”

  “Just pretty good?” Nyah questions, putting her hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow at me.

  “Ok, enough. Seriously. Yuck.” Connor gags.

  All three of us laugh and then fall silent.

  “What happens now?” Nyah asks.

  “I’ve got a job to do. Another messed up freak who needs to be taught a lesson. I guess it’s what I’m destined to do.” I shrug.

  Nyah looks toward Connor for his answer to her question.

  “Our parents are dead, and Malachi’s dead. We’re free and can do whatever we want,” Connor begins. “I’d like to hang around here for a bit. I’ve kind of met someone in the forest—she’s part human and part lion. It was a love-hate relationship at first, especially when she tried to eat me. Thankfully, she realized she could hear my thoughts, and we’ve become friends since.”

  Connor looks out of the window, and following his gaze, I can see the snow is falling on a lioness standing off in the distance. She appears to be pacing with worry for her friend.

  Connor continues, “Besides, I think this place could do with modernizing. It would make a great family home. It’s about time we got something out of our ancestor’s deal other than sorrow and death. We can’t change the past, but we can make the future positive. Will you stay with me, Nyah?”

  Nyah looks between me and Connor.

  “I…er… I don’t…” She hesitates.

  “Or you could go with Griffon,” Connor encourages, and I really want to high five him. It’s what I hoped he’d suggest.

  “Really?” she asks excitedly.

  “Live, sister, and love…just don’t tell me too much about it. Do keep in touch, though.”

  “I will. I promise, Connor.”

  Nyah throws her arms around her brother and with sisterly affection thanks him for all he’s sacrificed for her. She then turns to face me.

  “Is it ok if I come with you?”

  “Hell yes.” I wrap my arm around her waist. “Once I finish the job Dominic wants done, I’m finding somewhere with a bed for us, and we’re not leaving it for a very long time.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Nyah presses a kiss to my lips.

  “La, la, la,” Connor chants, covering his ears with his hands as my intriguing woman and I disappear outside into the snowy winter wonderland.

  The End

  Also by Anna Edwards

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  Anna Edwards is a British author from the depths of the rural countryside near London. When she has some spare time, she can also be found writing poetry, baking cakes (and eating them), or behind a camera snapping like a mad paparazzo. She’s an avid reader who turned to writing to combat her depression and anxiety. She has a love of traveling and likes to bring this to her stories to give them the air of reality. She likes her heroes hot and hunky with a dirty mouth, her heroines demure but with spunk, and her books full of dramatic suspense.

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  Part II

  Bearskin

  Brianna Hale

  Blurb

  He saved her from the wolves, but who’ll save her from him?

  Carys is on the run from a wolfpack when she takes refuge in my cabin. She’s everything I crave after decades of solitude and pain, yet she doesn’t even know what she is.

  Those aren’t wolves chasing her. Carys is no ordinary woman. And I’m no ordinary man.

  Now the wolves are howling at my door, and the fight of my life is a fight for her.

  A fight for my mate.

  A fight to the death.

  Chapter One

  Carys

  First, I fled from men.

  With my baby in my arms, I flounder through snowdrifts, praying that the sun will rise over the hills. I’ve been running all night and the cold is so severe that it bites through my clothes, stings my ears and freezes the tears on my cheeks. After miles and miles of frozen ground, every bank of snow is starting to look as inviting as a feather bed, but I know if I lay down, Finley and I will never wake again.

  Wolves were stalking among the cottages at night and killing the chickens and goats. The villagers took up pitchforks and drove me out.