Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (29 page)

Krana screamed and struggled to pull away, but Naaza held his
head tight. His fangs released venom, coursing quickly through
Krana’s veins thanks to his rapid heart rate. Krana felt himself
become sleepy, and his struggling weakened until he passed out on
top of Naaza.

***

He woke up some time later, unable to tell what time of the
day or night it was in the completely sealed room. Krana sleepily
looked around, wincing at the fresh wound in his neck. Naaza was
sleeping peacefully curled against his body on the fur rug, with
another fur blanket laying over them. The crackling fire and
expensive fur were luxurious compared to his own home and he smiled
to himself, snuggling against the god.

Naaza’s narrow eyes opened and looked down at him.

Krana gave him a polite smile. “Do you feel better, Your
Greatness?”

“
I can feel my fingers and toes. It is rare that I do.” Naaza
wasted no time, snaking his hand across Krana’s chest under the
blanket.

“
So, now that you’re satisfied, shall I return
home?”

Naaza frowned. “Not yet.”

He ducked under the blanket and Krana felt him move down to
his groin. Naaza’s tongue flicked on his cock and he startled at
the wet touch. He felt Naaza’s head stop and his lips nibbled on
his inner thigh, his long fingers pushing his legs apart. Naaza’s
tongue spread flat against his inner thigh, and Krana expected the
god to suck him off.

What he was not expecting was the sinking of fangs into his
leg near his balls, and Krana yelled at the pain as Naaza sucked
his blood from the wound.

Naaza slipped back up so he faced Krana, who was shaking and
reaching down to stop the bleeding between his legs.

“
You are fine,” Naaza said, calm as ever, with Krana’s blood
staining his teeth. “It is different from the venom I used last
night and the wound will heal momentarily.”

Naaza’s poison flowed through his veins and Krana felt himself
flush. He didn’t become as drowsy as he had last night and his body
felt hot. He shifted to move the blanket off him, but Naaza grabbed
his hands.

Naaza pulled him onto his stomach and nimbly straddled his
back. His slippery cock slid on his skin, aching for
release.

“
What are you doing?” Krana squawked, his face buried in the
rug and his cock erecting faster than it ever had
before.

Naaza slid further down so the head of his shaft pressed on
Krana’s ass. “So warm,” he murmured, pushing into him.

Krana gasped. He had never been penetrated before, and the
slick wet rod was hot as it brushed through his tight puckered
ring. Naaza thrust with ease, as if he had been doing it his entire
life. He pounded rapidly into Krana, whose body pressed against the
floor with every push.

The rushed thrusts and venom in his blood was too much and
Krana moaned lustfully, his fingers gripping the fur rug. His
stomach tightened and he felt cum leak from his cock and into the
fur. He was horny as hell and moved his ass with Naaza’s shaft, his
moans louder with every movement.

Naaza bent over him, his chest brushing lightly against his
back. He wrapped his hands around Krana’s chest, holding the
hot-blooded body close as he drove his hips into Krana as fast and
hard as he could. Krana’s cries echoed through the chamber and
Naaza came, gripping Krana and sinking his teeth into his neck
again.

Krana screamed and he came on the rug, his cum pooling
underneath his hips. Naaza kept his arms tight around him as he
went limp, despite Krana wanting desperately to continue. He panted
against the floor, his cock burning for more.

“
Naaza,” he managed to say, his name lustily falling from his
lips.

Naaza brushed a hand through Krana’s hair. “Yes, my
companion?”

“
Do it again. Fuck me harder,” he begged.

The god appeared bemused. “You no longer wish to return to
your village?”

“
Not yet.” His body quivered. “I need to make sure you are warm
enough to survive blessing our harvest.”

Naaza rubbed his cock on Krana’s back, earning another moan
from the human. “All winter, then?”

Krana nodded, arching his back and rubbing himself against
Naaza’s throbbing shaft. Naaza buried his head in his companion’s
hair, breathing in his scent and smiling to himself as he hardened
for yet another round.

END :)

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Excerpt:

“
You look like you could use my help,” the young man said in a
syrupy voice.

Roland didn’t know how to respond until the man moved his
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slur out.

“
You look like you need it. Besides, I’m the best you’ll ever
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A smirk crawled across Roland’s face. “Really? Why is
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The younger man, James, followed him in as Roland checked a
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Roland to their room. The walls were pale and the only light came
from a fixture in the middle of the ceiling. There was a bureau
near the door and dark curtained windows on the opposite wall next
to the bed.

Roland laid his briefcase on top of the bureau and loosened
his tie as James sat on the end of the bed. Roland stretched his
back and said, “Well, what do you do?”

James grinned and took the invitation to stand and take off
his jacket and shirt, dropping them to the floor and motioning to
the bed while saying, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Roland shrugged and sat high on the bed, almost on the
pillows, watching James remove all his clothing. “Three times?”
Roland asked.

James crawled on the bed until he reached Roland’s pants,
running his hands up his legs and thighs, and his slender fingers
smoothly unworked his belt buckle. “That’s what I
promise.”

Roland smirked again and James took the challenge, pulling the
zipper down and moving Roland’s soft dick out of his boxers. He
caressed the head with his forefinger, rubbing the shaft with his
other hand until it stiffened. The slit on the tip of his cock
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Roland. He watched him in return and seemed to be enjoying James’
touch, and he took the head of Roland’s burgeoning erection into
his mouth.

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The
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sparkly dildo hidden under her bed. Yvette immediately comes up
with a humiliating revenge, but when the time comes, she may be the
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The Werewolf Whisper 1: Sit,
Stay, Good Boy

By

Victorie Lazer

Copyright © 2012 by Victorie Lazer

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My name's Mark, and I guess you could say I'm living the
dream. I own my own do
ggie day
care
, have only one mortgage on my cute
suburban cookie-cutter house, and I'm dating the greatest guy in
the world. Monty has it all. Deep green eyes, dark hair, perfect
teeth, and the sort of abs you could do your laundry on. We like
all the same books and
bands and
B movies. This probably sounds corny, but I think
he might be The One. I really do.

I didn't always think so. In fact, not too long ago, I
realized he was keeping a secret from me, and I'll admit I jumped
to bad conclusions.

Every month, he'd disappear for a few days at a time, just
like clockwork. He told me that he traveled for work, but
he always paused a little too long before telling
me where he was going. C
onsidering that
he
owns
his
own
small
business
(a roadside store where he
sells
handicrafts and exotic flavors of jerky),
you can see why
I had a
hard time believing him. Even weirder than that, sometimes he'd
come back with bruises or
strange
scratches that he couldn't quite explain. It was
more than just fishy. It stank to high heaven. Sometimes he did,
too
!

I started to worry that there might be somebody else.
Another sweet twink to keep him warm at night,
maybe even a woman. The more I thought about it, the more certain I
became. He had to be cheating on me. What other explanation could
there be?

Those awful, dark thoughts were the reason
I ended up sitting out in my car, in the middle of the night,
in his driveway, staring at my supposedly "out-of-town" boyfriend's
truck.
All I knew was that if he had
another
lover
in
that decrepit old
cabin
of
his
, I would make him regret it.

I left my car, not locking the door. Monty lives out in the
woods in the middle of nowhere, so there wouldn't have been anybody
around to steal it. Unfortunately,
Monty's
living in the middle of
nowhere also meant that there were no street lights to guide
a creeping boyfriend in his borderline-stalker
behavior
, but thankfully the moon was big
and bright that night. I didn't have any trouble sneaking my way
around back and letting myself in with my key.

I know this sounds bad, but don't judge me too harshly. Even
though he'd lied to me, I wasn't there to give him a hard time. If
he'd really been working or having some alone time or whatever, I
would have apologized and make it up to him a hundred-fold. But I
was really starting to fall for the guy, and I felt that if there
were somebody else, I deserved to know.

I slinked my way through the dark kitchen and living room,
peeking into his study and bedroom along the way.
A pitch-black stillness
filled the cabin, and I felt ashamed. Just because he'd left
his truck here didn't mean he'd stayed too. He'd probably gotten a
ride from one of his
hunting buddies
to drive him to the Greyhound station or
something. I'd tiptoed my way back to the door out when I heard a
thump.

It came from the basement.

I couldn't quantify exactly why, but something felt wrong.
With my heart
thumping all the way into my
throat
, I opened the basement door, just a
crack. I'd never been down there. I
'd
never had any reason to. But at
that moment, I just couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, I'd
taken
a
step
downward, and then another.

The stairs led to a small storage room that looked normal in
every way except for
a thick oak door on
the far wall. It
sported an old-fashioned
bar latch holding
and locking
it shut … on the
outside
.