Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (18 page)

"I thought you wanted to be gentle?" Rose looked back to see
Jonathan arch an eyebrow. He smiled at her, but he looked strained.
Like he was on the verge of losing control. For that matter, so was
she. Having two cocks in her was almost too much to
handle.

"I don't want to hurt you Rose, but you should know this is
about as gentle as it gets." Despite his words, Eric cupped her
cheek tenderly. "Just relax, sweetheart." He pulled her down on top
of him, letting her rest for a moment. She hadn't realized until
just then how tired her arms were getting, so she relaxed against
his chest with relief. "There. Just let go and let us fuck
you."

Rose moaned as Eric slid out of her. Her pussy was so tight
that it felt like Eric's cock dragged along every nerve. As Eric
pulled out, Jonathan thrust into her ass, so she was constantly
filled.

Now that they knew she could handle it, they weren't as
careful. Eric grunted as he thrust in and out, while behind her
Jonathan's groans told her he was close to coming.

There were no words for the heady mixture of pleasure and pain
that tore through Rose's body. It was beyond ecstasy, beyond
anything she'd ever imagined. "Please," she begged, "please give me
more…" Pleas and moans tumbled from her lips without any conscious
effort; in fact, she was hardly aware of what she was saying. She
was being fucked by two powerful vampires--more than that, they
were laying claim to her, making sure she'd never forget them. It
was a heady feeling to be so desired.

"I want to see you come around my cock," Jonathan grunted in
between thrusts. "Now!"

It was as if his words were just what she needed to fall over
the edge. She screamed wordlessly into Eric's shoulder as she came.
Her body was flying apart, the pleasure shooting outward from her
pussy overwhelming her until she was shaking with the force of her
orgasm.

Her pussy clenched hard around the cocks that filled her, the
muscles rippling in time with her climax. As Rose drifted slowly
back down to earth, she realized that she was pulling Eric and
Jonathan with her. Eric's hands, normally gentle, dug into her
shoulders so hard she'd probably have bruises as his dick jerked
within her.

With a low groan, Jonathan joined them, his come spilling in
her ass. "Ahh, fuck" he muttered as he hung on for dear life. At
last, he sagged against her and pulled away.

"That was…" Rose searched for words. "Incredible? Amazing? I
don't--"

Eric smiled and closed his eyes. "I know."

Rose rolled away, feeling somewhat bereft without his cock
inside her. Sighing in contentment, she closed her eyes. She'd pay
for this tomorrow no doubt--she was already a little tender--but it
was so worth it. Her eyes flew open again when Jonathan pressed a
warm cloth against her tender skin.

"I always get stuck with the cleanup," he grumbled, but the
look in his eyes told her that maybe he didn't mind so much. His
touch was gentle as he wiped away the come that spilled down her
thighs.

"Master Jon?"

"Yes?"

"Am I ever going to see the rest of the house?"

He grinned at her. "If we ever get out of bed, yes. We still
have to show you our little playroom. And," he said as he curled up
next to her, "we have a party coming up soon. I'd like to show you
off."

"I have plans for that party, too," Eric mumbled into her
hair. "Revenge…"

"Ignore him, Rose. Just rest."

"Ok," she murmured and drifted off into the sweet oblivion of
sleep.

END :)

If you liked this story, you might also like
Entertaining Vampires.

When vampire Doms Jonathan and Eric throw a party, they plan
to make it a night to remember. Their submissive, Rose, soon finds
herself the center of attention as her masters share her with their
friends. Will Rose embrace her exhibitionist side if it means
pleasing her vampires? Warning: contains explicit descriptions of
oral sex, anal sex, and a gang bang with four hunky
vampires!

Excerpt:

Two weeks of feverish preparation and training weren’t nearly
enough to prepare Rose for Jonathan and Eric’s party. After all,
she hadn’t been their submissive for long—only a month, now—and
vampires expected a great deal of their servants. She knelt on a
cushion in between her two Doms as they laughed and greeted their
friends. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the
party-goers from underneath her lashes, wondering what she would be
expected to do tonight.

Eric had brought out some of the equipment from the dungeon
for the party, so the ballroom looked more like a giant playroom
tonight. Across from her, a vampire whipped his sub
enthusiastically; while she had no doubt the man enjoyed it,
judging by his raging erection, she couldn’t help wincing every
time she heard the crack of the whip. Vampires and their servants
lounged and talked in her corner of the room, but elsewhere,
debauchery reigned. Rose watched the orgy and bit her
lip.

Here, at least she was safe. For now. As long as her two
vampires surrounded her, they wouldn’t let anything or anyone touch
her. Or would they? Perhaps they’d offer her to one of their
friends. They could do that; it was in her contract and she hadn’t
thought to argue because she’d never thought it would happen. But
now, as she watched a young man wearing a collar being given to a
group of vampires, she wondered if ignoring that particular clause
had been the best idea.

“
What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eric caressed her hair gently,
toying with the long silken strands as he stared down at Rose.
Sometimes, like now, he wished that he had the same sort of
telepathic bond with her that he shared with Jonathan. At least
then he would know what, exactly, was making her tremble and look
down at the floor. I think our little party is making her nervous,
Jon, he thought.

She just doesn’t know what to expect, the dark-haired vampire
replied. At the same time, Rose said, “Will you—will you share me
with other men, sir?” Her light green eyes were wide as she turned
to address him. “The other vampires here seem to do that often…”
Her voice trailed off uncertainly.

“
I’m still deciding,” he said. Well, Jon? Eric let his hands
drift downward, teasing her bare breasts until she shivered and
started to squirm. “For now, I have other things on my mind.” For
one, playing with Rose was giving him the hard-on from hell and
since their sub was always eager and willing to please
them…

Other titles by Layla Cole include:

Serving Vampires

When Rose agrees to serve vampires Eric and Jonathan, she has
no idea that they will demand more from her than just her body.
Both vampires are Dominants, used to getting their way. Will she be
able to give them the submission they so crave? Warning: For adults
only. Contains explicit descriptions of oral sex and
spanking.

Dreaming of the Wolf

Ian's spent months dreaming of the mysterious werewolf he
loved and lost a year before. When the stranger turns out to be his
old college friend Drew, Ian has the chance to make his dreams come
true. Warning: contains explicit descriptions of oral sex, anal
sex, and rimming.
 

Taken by the Alpha

When Nathaniel's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere,
he's forced to knock on a stranger's door to ask for help. When the
stranger turns out to be the pack Alpha, Chris, the last thing he
expects is for the sexy werewolf to take an interest in him. Soon,
Nathaniel ends up bound, teased, tormented, and begging for
more!

About the Author

Layla Cole is a student by day and an erotica author by night.
She lives with her boyfriend of four years and a few nutty
roommates. She enjoys reading fiction of all kinds and hopes to
share her sensual fantasies with her readers. Please don't hesitate
to share any comments or criticisms by contacting Layla
online.

Website:
http://laylacolewrites.tumblr.com

Twitter:
@LaylaColeWrites

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Paradise

By

Lorelai Phoenix

Copyright © 2012 by Lorelai Phoenix

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There are no stars here. The moon travels alone, making its
path across the sky night after night, the only light on a desolate
plane. Sometimes, when I'm looking up from my balcony, I miss the
stars from earth, the friendly twinkling of distant suns like
fireflies in paradise.

Paradise. What a funny word. My home is beautiful as sin, a
dark world of tangling loyalties and corruption constantly
threatening to overthrow the delicate balance my lord has worked so
hard to maintain, and yet it is not paradise. Indeed, it is the
opposite, the underworld, the home of souls who have been condemned
by a corrupt and vindictive god.

Does he even exist? The eons since I fell from grace have
eroded my memory, erasing all but the faintest outlines of an
unremarkable world. I remember a man with silvery grey hair and
robes of pure white who seemed almost like a father for a time, but
he never loved me. Was he the Father? If he was, I suppose I must
have been his greatest disappointment.

He created me without knowledge, but expected me to know all.
How to keep Adam with me, to please the man he created before me.
But I knew nothing of the carnal desires I would be expected to
sate, and was refused even a taste of that knowledge before I was
to experience it for myself. He wanted me to be pure. What a
foolish notion.

I was bathing in the river when I spotted him, an unfamiliar
light in his usually kind eyes. They burned with some emotion I’d
never before seen, and he came after me with the desperation of a
man starved, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to him in a
bruising embrace. His mouth was hard on mine, demanding. I tried to
respond, but he was lost to his own impatience, grabbing me up from
the shallow water and dumping me on the ground in his haste to
taste my body.

His mouth returned to mine, hot and fierce once again as his
hands explored my skin. His urgency and the torrent of feelings it
roused within me were terrifying.

“
Please stop, Adam.” I begged, tears in my eyes as I tried to
wriggle free of his tightening grasp.

“
Quiet, woman.” He said harshly, groping a tender breast with
too much force, bruising my skin. Never before had I wished to
cover my skin, but as his abuses continued, I wished more and more
for some barrier against his harsh attentions.

I continued my struggles, the hard earth under my back
scratching and scraping as I futilely struggled for escape. His
hands moved lover, scraping over my stomach and down until they
rested on my thighs, playing lightly across the skin before he
forced them between my legs, wrenching them apart to expose the
most secret part of me.

I screamed. He paid no mind, going about his business until I
finally found the strength to kick free of his grasp.

I ran. Adam pursued me, calling upon a band of angels to aid
him in my capture. I am not sure how long I evaded them, but by the
time I collapsed in desperate exhaustion, unable to push myself
farther, I was injured from the falls I'd taken in my flight. In a
rage, Adam grabbed me by the hair, dragging me across the ground,
shouting obscenities and beating me. The angels joined him in the
taunting, using words I'd never heard before to degrade me further.
When they were satisfied with my bruised and bloody form, they
carved a pentagram into my back, branding me as an outcast forsaken
by the one they served.

The next memories are vivid. As I lay in the dirt, beaten and
scarred, a man as beautiful as the sun appeared before me, his
darkened wings pulled in close to his sides. Though my throat was
coated with dust, I managed to ask him if he was death, come to
take me. He chuckled at the thought, a beautiful sound to my ears.
"I bring not death, woman, but a chance for new life, should you
accept," He replied, his face betraying no emotion behind the
words. Foggy with pain, I tried my best to examine him, to uncover
the intention of his words.

My eyes took him in, committing to memory his golden hair
which fell carelessly in his jewel tone eyes. Adam had been
beautiful, but this stranger who exuded danger made him seem as
disagreeable and unpleasant to the eye as a goat. Entranced as I
was by his beauty and allure, I agreed immediately. With little
ceremony he picked me up, careful of my injuries, and carried me,
singing a lullaby to me even after I fell asleep.

When I next awakened I was in a room within this very castle,
clothed in pure white silk and lying upon a bed dressed in deep
crimson satin. He was there with me, standing at the foot of the
bed. His arms were crossed over his bare chest. I felt his gaze
upon me and my cheeks heated, a reaction which left me confused.
Adam had seen me unclothed on many occasions, and I'd never felt
such strangeness by his gaze on me. Now, even through the soft
gown, I blushed crimson.