Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (25 page)

For a moment, she settled with her pussy against his balls,
the base of his shaft hard against her clit, and then she slid up
along his length again and paused with the head of his cock against
her opening.

She kissed him, her lips meeting the satin briefs she had
gagged him with. She closed her teeth on the fabric and pulled the
briefs clear, spat them away, and suddenly his hands were free,
too, one at the back of her head, pulling her to him, the other
running down the curve of her ribs, her waist, the swell of her
arse.

A slight shift, a change of angle, and he was inside her,
slowly sliding deeper, filling her like she'd never been filled
before.

She pulled her head back, away from his savage kiss, the metal
taste of blood on her lips, cried out as he impaled her, up to his
balls in her hot, wet cunt.

Now, although she was still on top, he was taking
control.

He moved both hands to her hips and held her hard as he drove
his cock into her with urgent passion. Each time he buried himself,
she felt a rising pressure, a growing wave, and she knew that she
would come soon.

She started to rock and twist her hips in time to his
movements, her breasts crushed against his chest, her mouth close
to his, her hair draped down around his face like a
curtain.

So close now... so close.

She put a finger to his lips, calming him, and he paused, deep
inside her, cock hard and throbbing and so close to letting
go.

She pressed down on him, slow and hard, every tiny movement
magnified, both of them right at the edge.

His mouth opened, he ground his head back against the pillow,
the moment drawn out as if forever.

The first pulse of hot come deep inside her pushed her over
the edge and it was as if her whole body spasmed as she came, each
pulse of his come bringing on another wave of her own climax, until
they slumped, spent, in each other's arms.

Some time later, she moved.

Again, he made as if to speak but she stilled him with a
finger to his lips.

Shifting to her knees, she turned, found his now soft cock,
and took it into her mouth, licking and sucking until her juices
were gone from him.

She hadn't expected him to respond again so soon, but he
started to stiffen in her mouth and suddenly he was hard again. She
drove her head up and down, savage and brutal in her passion, and
almost immediately one last pulse of come filled her
mouth.

*

She
stood at the foot of the bed for one last time and looked at his
naked body, sculpted into landscape shapes in the light of the half
moon.

"You'll always be in my heart," he told her. "You'll always be
in my dreams."

"I know, my love," she said softly. "But you have to let me
go."

He nodded, and he did, he let her go, but always, a small part
of her would remain, forever his.

END :)

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Touch.

Ruth
lives in the Hall with the mysterious Sisters. They have powers,
and they have ways of influencing the world. They have ways of
getting what they want. When Ruth sees Saul working with the
stonemasons on the village church, young, stripped to the waist,
fit and tanned, she knows what she wants. Refusing to use her own
magical powers, Ruth sets out to win Saul on her own, without any
help from sisters Anna and Esme. But if she can't use supernatural
Charms and Enchantments, just what can she do to make him
hers?

Excerpt:

Back
in the village... he hadn't expected this.

The
first streets had been quiet, but now... now a woman hung out of an
upper-storey window, topless. Naked for all he knew. "Hey, lover
boy," she called to him, words slurring. "Come here, lover
boy."

Up
against a wall, lovers tangled. Two women kissing hard, legs
tangled, grinding. As he watched, one tore open the other's top and
dropped her head to suck and bite at a dark nipple.

He
hurried on, only to find a group of women in the street near to the
inn, blocking his way.

They
saw him and it was as if a pack of predators had spotted
prey.

"Hey,
Saul," said one of them, a woman he half-recognised. "Saul, you
going to show us what you got? Where's a man when you want one? Off
fucking the witches of the Hall. Well we can all play at that now,
can't we? Saul? Saul? Come here, Saul."

Buffeted from woman to woman, he tried at first to treat it as
a joke and laugh it off, but they kept blocking his way and so he
tried to force his way through.

Just
a short distance to go to the inn and refuge, a door he could
barricade himself behind until this madness evaporated.

One
of the women caught his shirt and pulled, ripping it, and the sight
of bare flesh seemed to drive them into a frenzy.

Another grabbed his belt, and then there were hands all over
him, scratching and stroking, hands on his chest, on his arse,
hands squeezing his cock through his trousers, hands buried in his
hair. He would have fallen, but all the clutching hands supported
him, and suddenly he was being lifted, carried at waist height in
the middle of the throng.

Trousers parted, hands pulled at his hard cock and suddenly he
feared they might pull it right off. Hands... hands... he didn't
know how many hands, pulling and squeezing and scratching as they
carried him.

A
gunshot froze the scene, and Saul was half-dropped, half-released
so that he could manage to extricate himself, to stand.

He
was wearing only open, torn trousers now, and one boot.

He
forced his way through the crowd and there was Rosie, his saviour,
standing at the side door of the inn with a shotgun pointed
skywards, smirking at his rapidly dwindling erection.

"Get
inside, Saul," she said softly. "You really don't want to be out on
a night like this. Not if you want to stay in one piece. Not with
half the village out for a revenge fuck while their men are up at
the Hall with the sisters."

(continues...)

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Polly's website
.

Other titles by Polly J Adams include:

Three Times a Virgin

Jess
likes to explore her sexuality; she likes to play and she's a girl
who finds it very hard to say "no". Her husband Adam is less
adventurous. He likes to fantasise. He encourages Jess in her
sexual adventures and loves to hear about them afterwards. Then,
chatting one night in bed, Jess realises that Adam might be open to
a little more than just planning and hearing about her exploits.
Maybe it's time for Adam to get a little bit more
involved.

Purchasing links on
Polly's website
.

The Rules of the Game

Jack and
Karen live complicated lives and rarely get time alone together. So
when Jack is called away on business on their anniversary there is
a price to pay. Karen sends him a series of messages on his phone
and he has to follow her instructions to the letter if he is to win
- he has to play by the rules of the game.

Purchasing links on
Polly's website
.

Knee-tremblers: The collected stories

All five stories in bestselling erotica author Polly J
Adams'
Knee-tremblers
series, brought together in a single volume.

Knee-tremblers: where one moment of madness leads to a
passionate affair, a country club gangbang and much more... Five
sizzlingly explicit tales of oral sex, group sex and much, much
more:

New girl
Katie has been keeping her husband under wraps. Maybe she knew all
along that I'm a bitch, a slut - maybe that's why she'd been hiding
him away. What we did that night was wrong, I know. A snatched
moment away from the party, a moment of madness. That's all it was.
But once you've tasted forbidden fruit, is there ever any going
back?

As I grow
closer to Katie's husband, I grow closer to Katie, too. I try
really hard to be good. But I'm just not that strong. And I'm a
bitch. Maybe sleeping with other men would help? Lots of them. All
at once. Or maybe not...

Knee-tremblers
is the passionate and
very explicit account of a headlong journey of sexual exploration
and the growing, changing relationship between three people, as a
one-night stand turns into something far, far more.

"I've just read the first book and I loved it" Katie Cramer,
author of
Rip Off My Panties

These
stories are also available as separate, standalone
ebooks.

Purchasing links on
Polly's website
.

About the Author

Polly
J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought
up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a
father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he
retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex,
then!

As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is a
bestselling erotica author. Her works include
Bad Again
,
Private Party
,
The Touch
, and the popular
Knee-tremblers
series.

You can find out more about Polly and her writing on
her
website
, on
http://www.facebook.com/pollyjadamswriter
and on Twitter
as @PollyJAdams
.

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Pack Initiation

By

Serena
St Claire

Copyright © 2012 by Serena St Claire

* * * *
*

Caleb sighed as he wandered through the forest. He had nowhere
to go and he was more or less wandering aimlessly. This was a
journey of self discovery. Caleb was a werewolf, but he had only
discovered this recently. Now, he was outcast. He couldn’t go back
to living with the humans.
They wouldn’t
understand me
he thought to himself.
It’s funny to think that just a month ago I was a
normal kid. Literally my biggest worry was if I was gonna miss a
deadline or if our football team was going to win the game this
weekend. Fuck. Why the fuck did this happen to me?
His moodiness was not improved by the fact that he
was actually quite hungry.

These new werewolf features were new to Caleb, and he was
still getting used to them. He felt like a kid again, with no
control over his limbs. Sure, he was now a much faster runner and
could leap and bound at a speed the ATV in his human life couldn’t
even come close to matching, but he ran the ATV into trees a lot
less than he did his limbs. He’d managed to catch a rabbit the
other day, that had lasted him a day or so, but he was hungry
again. He could eat the berries, sure, but he didn’t have an
appetite for fruit anymore. He craved meat, he craved it
badly.

However, worse than the lack of food was the pure loneliness
Caleb felt. As a human, he had never really minded being alone all
that much. He had some close friends, some very close friends even,
but he never really was the social butterfly that a lot of people
he knew were. He didn’t mind spending at least a few nights a week
alone in his place after work. He found it relaxing. Now that he
was a wolf, however, Caleb felt lonelier than ever. He wasn’t quite
sure why.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have
anyone to talk to about this. At least when I hung out with guys
like Mitch I could talk to them.
But it
felt like more than that. Now that he was a wolf, Caleb felt that
loneliness spill deep into his bones. He craved interaction, he
needed it.
It feels as though there’s a
part of my soul that’s missing, and that the only way to fill that
hole in my body is to belong to a group.
The loneliness was draining.
I just
don’t have any fucking energy.

Caleb found a tree trunk and sat down on it. Small bugs were
crawling along it, into a hole leading to the rotten interior of
the mossy branch. Caleb grabbed as many bugs as he could and shoved
them into his mouth. After a few mouthfuls he knew he had satiated
his stomach for at least a few hours.

Fuck, I can’t keep living like this.
Caleb thought.
It’s insane. I’m going
to die of hunger before I figure out how my body works. This must
be what it’s like to be an animal in the wild. I’m tempted to go
raid the Costco meat department, but security would probably kick
me out as soon as I walked in.
He smiled to
himself, thinking about the reaction his furry, wolf-like body
would get if he wandered into Costco.
They
always say people in New York who are crazy just get ignored by
everyone, maybe I should try over there. I’d fit right in by the
sounds.
Caleb looked at the tree trunk, now
devoid of any bugs.
You’re going nuts man.
You’re going completely nuts.