Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (28 page)

It was almost night when he reached the mountain’s summit, out
of breath and praying he could take off the heavy backpack for
good. It was dark enough that he didn’t notice the moving ground
right away, and he realized too late that he was surrounded by a
large writhing mass of snakes. They wrapped around his legs and
rose to his hips, and he struggled in vain to pull them
off.

Suddenly the mountain illuminated and Krana had to cover his
eyes. He felt the heavy reptiles fall from his body and he blinked
rapidly, growing used to the bright light. The summit was a large
flat rock with some sort of man-made structure at the far end, and
tall thin torches lining the clearing. Krana walked slowly into the
summit, a couple of snakes escorting him at a distance.

He startled when he saw a man standing in the center of the
summit. The man had narrow horizontal eyes, snow white skin, and
black hair that reflected the remainder of the early spring sun.
His hands were held out in front of his stomach, palms facing each
other and his fingertips pressed together.

There was something odd about the man, and Krana realized that
this must be the human form of the god his village prayed to. Krana
approached him, stopping at a safe distance to slide off his
backpack, placing it in front of him and bowing his head
deeply.

Krana cleared his throat. “Oh great Naaza, on behalf of my
village, I ask that you grant us a great harvest this
autumn.”

He hadn’t been instructed to say anything else, and he waited
for some sort of response. He slyly glanced up, surprised that the
god hadn’t moved except for a slight upwards tick of his
lips.

“
When I asked for a virgin, you are not what I
expected.”

“
Ah, forgive me,” flew from Krana’s mouth before he realized
what Naaza had said.

The god gave a small shrug. “Oh well. You are
suitable.”

He dropped a hand, breaking his elegant pose to brush his
fingertips on Krana’s face. Krana flew from his touch, falling on
his backside and scooting away. His heart raced and he doubted he
had heard what he thought he heard.

“
Wh-what did you say?” he asked in a faltering
voice.

The god stood with his hand out where Krana had been kneeling.
“You are my offering this year. I required something more, what
with the extra rain and bountiful crops I granted your village.
That sort of blessing required more energy than normal, and thus, I
requested something outside the norm.” He glided towards Krana
under his ground-length tunic hem. “I know many of my comrades
request virgins. It seemed like a nice change from the usual shiny
rocks and whatnot.”

Krana scrambled to his feet, brushing his pants and making
sure a good amount of distance remained between them. Attempting to
placate Naaza, he said, “Your Greatness, if you desire a woman
virgin, please allow me to return to my village and bring you
one.”

“
It will take a week until you return. I will not survive that
long.” Naaza swung his hand back, motioning to his temple. “I
insist.”

Krana’s heart sank. If he rejected the great god, his village
would be doomed. He bent over and picked up the large backpack he
had carried through the mountains and clomped one foot in front of
the other towards the temple.

It had been built into the side of the mountaintop, blending
in with the peaks. Ornate carvings covered the facade and depicted
the four seasons, and with what Krana assumed to be Naaza’s true
form looming over the tiny stone villagers.

Krana stopped walking at the top of the stone steps. A
wriggling group of snakes lay in front of his feet, and he had no
desire to step through them. Naaza silently appeared at his side,
nearly giving him a heart attack. The snakes untangled themselves
and slithered out of sight, and Naaza walked in front of Krana,
leading him into his home.

Krana stepped past the open wooden doors and took in the
unusual sight. The entire temple was one large room and the wall on
the mountainside was half carved away, containing a roaring fire
taller than he. Shelves carved along the walls contained centuries’
worth of diamonds and rubies, refined swords and shields, marble
carvings and metal sculptures, and riches Krana couldn’t even begin
to identify.

Naaza waved his hand and a red velvet chair moved out from a
corner. Snakes wrapped around its legs pulled it towards the
fireplace, stopping near the thick fur rug covering the stone floor
in front of the blaze, and slithering out of sight once
again.

“
You may prepare yourself,” the god said. “Tonight will be the
coldest night of the season thus far.”

Krana set the backpack on the floor near a shelf and
approached Naaza and the chair. “I don’t have anything to prepare,”
he said, still not quite sure what he meant.

A tiny smile crawled across Naaza’s thin white lips. In the
blink of an eye he was in front of Krana, who was eye-level with
his shoulders, and he raised his hands so his fingertips were
resting gently on Krana’s jawbone. The thick wooden doors slammed
shut, blocking the light from the setting sun.

Krana forced himself to stay still, his eyes boring holes in
the god’s chest. Naaza wrapped his arms around Krana’s shoulders,
pressing him tight against himself. “It is very cold here,” he said
softly. “Oh yes, your village shall have a very successful
harvest.”

“
Your Greatness, what do you expect me to do?” Krana said, his
voice steady but muffled by Naaza’s tunic.

“
Keep me warm, so that I may survive another
winter.”

His hand slithered under Krana’s shirt, his cold touch
immediately producing goose bumps on his back. Krana shivered, and
despite his instincts his blurted out, “I’m not a
virgin!”

The hand on his back stopped moving.

“
I, I have been with a woman. With a lot of them,” he
admitted.

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.