Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (56 page)

“That’s a good sign, anyway,” she said as she started jogging again. “There’s gotta be someone in there. Might be my lucky day, or night, I guess.”

The house was an old style. Lots of harsh angles on the facade, and an incredibly steep roof – it almost looked like an old castle, there were even little towers on the corners. “If nothing else, I can take some pictures. This place is crazy looking.” She said, again, to no one in particular. As she followed the curved path to the door, her bizarre fantasy fired up again. She imagined that someone would open the door, someone tall and dark haired, and ravish her for hours. She noticed that this time, she got a little damp between her legs thinking about it.

The house, however, was obviously empty. Had been for some time, from the look of it, she decided when she got to the stoop in front of the large entry door. The door creaked open at her first knock, and she stepped inside. “Hello! Hello?” Amy called into the musty, echoing darkness of the ancient house. “Is anyone there? Hello?”

Satisfied that the house was as empty as she thought it was, Amy explored bottom level, poking around in the strange, seemingly ancient finery she found. Bone china, curious gold goblets and a case of porcelain dolls that all had to be at least a hundred years old took her attention for some time before she decided to call Doug one more time and tell him she found a place to stay.

“Jesus Christ, Doug, you could not be any more obnoxious if you tried. No, there aren’t any vampires or ghosts or witches. I bet, also, you’ll find no mummies or Frankensteins or Godzillas or any other damn thing you’re trying to scare me with here. What is here is a really old house with a layer of dust so thick I imagine no one has been here for a decade. I’m going to leave a note on the door in case anyone shows up and then crash on the couch. I’ll go the rest of the way into town tomorrow morning and get a tow truck.” She said when she grew tired of his warning her of poltergeists and monsters.

Her fantasy from earlier returned when she sunk down into a large, wing-backed couch and closed her eyes. She imagined the same dark-haired stranger from earlier, only this time, he was with a few friends. The old furniture and the musk of the air in the house did something to her. She slipped a hand under the loose waist of her soft, old jeans and she ran her fingertips up and down her slit before spreading her pink lips and slipping the tip of her index finger between them. Her smell mixed with the fantasy and the aroma of the house lulled her into a deep, unrelenting relaxation. Amy’s eyelids grew heavier as she fingered her button, and when she slid her middle finger knuckle-deep into wetness between her legs, she fell immediately into a deep sleep.

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my’s eyes shot open to a wide open door and a clanging grandfather clock.

“Hello? Hello? Who’s there?” she called into the dark. It was colder in the room than it had been when she fell asleep, and a chill draft blew through the windows that had opened above the couch she slept on.

“What the fuck! Is someone there? Answer me! Please!” she began to sob, despite herself. She had woken up in a nightmare, she repeated in her head. Just a nightmare – and she knew that a nightmare, no matter how terrible, could not hurt her. But, what could hurt her was the six foot marble-skinned man who now stood at the foot of the couch, and stared at her with cold, dead eyes.

“Thank you,” the man said, in a hollow voice. “You’ve awakened us with your... scent.”

His hand shot out and took hers from her crotch in a movement so fast she wasn’t even sure it had happened. His pale pink tongue flicked around and between the two fingers she had been using to pleasure herself when she fell asleep. As he tasted the juice on her, his black eyes flashed, and he parted his lips. Two short, curved fangs jutted out over the top row of his perfect, ivory teeth.

“This isn’t real, this can’t be happening. Please, please don’t...” she started but before she finished her sentence a slender, milky hand caught her around the throat and silenced her.

“We know what you’ve been dreaming about.” He said, his voice beginning to sound warm and inviting. The coldness left his face, and his visage seemed to change as he spoke. “You woke all of us from a hundred years of long, terrible sleep. To repay you, you will get what you want.”

Her eyes scanned the room as the man’s hand was still clamped on her throat. She wasn’t choking, not exactly, but she couldn’t make any sounds. She realized that as terrified as she’d been a few moments before, her pussy was now sopping wet. Eight, maybe nine more slender, lithe, alabaster bodies had emerged from the shadows as she watched. To her surprise, none of them were clothed. They were all slender and very pale. The only differences were in the faces, height and hair color.

“Don’t try to move,” he said, his voice velvet, “it won’t do any good.”

The speaking one’s silver hair shone faintly in the strange moonlight that came through the open window, and Amy gasped out loud as he stuffed her pussy full with his first two fingers. They were long and thin, but he had an almost magical skill with them. Still though, he kept his hand at her throat, and aside from the short gasp, she couldn’t make any other noise.

In spite of herself, she opened her legs wider, draping one across the back of the couch while the silver beast finger fucked her and two more of the ghostly men approached. The first one, the tallest of the lot with long ebony hair, ripped the buttons of her flannel shirt away with a flick of his wrist and squeezed her breasts, hard, in the palms of his hands. His chiseled face went to her left mound and he bared his teeth before sinking in fangs just like the ones that silver-hair had shown. The pain in her nipple was exquisite but she couldn’t help trying her best to press into his face. Red lined his pale lips when he withdrew and she could see the trails running down her cleavage.

“Mmmmm...” she moaned as the one latched on to her throat released his grip. Catching her breath, she noticed that the third being, which she now acknowledged to herself to be a vampire, moved up beside her silently. This one took the chance to shove his thick, pale prick into her mouth as she sucked in air. At first cold, almost immediately, the monster’s member warmed up in her mouth and she let out a muffled moan between his rough thrusts into the back of her throat. The silver haired vampire looped an arm around her middle and hoisted her off the couch effortlessly. Before returning her to Earth, he yanked the old, loose denim she was wearing down to her feet and off over one of her boots before forcing her to bend at the waist and entering her from behind.

“You will never feel anything like this so long as you live.” The silver haired creature said low, almost inaudibly, as he violated her tight pink pussy deep and hard with his long elephant’s tusk. As he sunk in to the hilt, she screamed, her mouth somehow still jammed with the other one’s prick. When she did, the one who had bit her nipple shoved him out of the way and crammed his thick, short dick into her gaping mouth. She groped around in the darkness and found a handle. Again, it was cold at first, but as she pumped her fist up and down the shaft of the silvery manhood, warmth spread into her hand.

Behind her, the one she assumed must be in charge – the one fucking her - issued a command in an unearthly voice, lilting and song-like. Two more of the beasts came to his voice; she could see the shimmering of their eyes in the moonlight as they approached. While she was finger-cuffed between the leader and the hard cock in her mouth, her free hand found another vampire prick to stroke and it, too, warmed as she tugged on it. One of them, maybe more, she couldn’t really tell anymore, bent and bit deep into the skin on her back. The beautiful pain swirled through her, and she sucked and gnawed on the member in her mouth. Her nipping made the vampire at her fore release a rumbling growl and he grabbed her by the hair, shoving himself deep into her throat.

She gagged on the thickness in her throat, but never let go of the two in her hands. The harder she yanked, the more they seemed to like it. She felt the big one behind her lurch a little, then hunch forward and sink his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck. As he fucked her hard from behind, salty trickles ran down the sides of her neck and off her body where she’d been bitten. Amy was completely lost to the world and spasms began to wrack her weak, mortal body.

Quivering, she bit down hard on the prick in her teeth and in response the short vampire pulled out and rubbed himself all over her face. She opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue, running it along the underside of his crested bone. When her tongue reached his tip, the creature let out a low grunting sound and shoved his hard-on back into her mouth, holding her head in his hands and thrusting hard into her until she felt him quake and his sticky, opal cum spilled out over her lips and down onto the floor in front of her.

“Oh fuck, fuck me harder, fuck harder!” she shouted, tugging viciously on the two dicks she held. The scent of blood and semen in the air drove her insane with lust. As the first of the lithe vampires withdrew, the ancient grandfather clock chimed four times and the vampire fucking her from behind barked another order. As the rest of the coven descended on Amy, the leader flipped her over onto her back. He lifted her into the air by her foot and inserted a hard, pink tongue into her tight asshole.

One of the two she’d had in hand took a place on the floor and held his cock straight in the air as the silver-haired vampire lowered her onto it. The spike drove deep into her virgin asshole and she screamed into the dark, dank air. Another cock entered her mouth and muffled her squalling. She had no idea which one it belonged to, in fact, she had no idea how many were on her. All she knew was that she was filled in all three holes, and had a dick in each hand.

She was a ragdoll under their strength. The leader held her completely helpless, slightly off the ground while the dark-eyed one underneath her relentlessly pounded her now-gaping asshole. For his part, the leader of the group had not stopped stuffing her pink hole with his huge member and now he was driving her so hard that it felt like he’d tear her apart. The two of them, top and bottom, railing her in unison, sent her body into uncontrollable seizures of pleasure. A fountain of juice erupted from her raw pussy as the muscles of her slit gripped the pole inside her. As she came, the leader leaned forward again, this time driving his fangs into the untouched breast, sending lines of blood down her body and onto the floor.

The beasts bedding Amy took their turns with her. She could not fight them and really didn’t want to try – she was enraptured by the complete helplessness she felt. The towering leader withdrew from her and stood above her, barking commands to the others. All the while, he stroked himself up and down, rhythmically in time with the pounding she received from whichever one was between her legs at the time.

Her anal violator handed her off to the next in line for her quaking hole and crouched above her face. While she violently jerked off two of them, and two of them were inside her still, the red-haired vamp that had been occupying her mouth withdrew and stood facing the crouched beast. In a blood-soaked frenzy, red-hair reached out and tugged on her ass-fucker’s thick member, who returned the favor. Both of them tugged hard until they erupted at once, covering her face in thick, opalescent torrents.

“You two, now, do it.” The silver-haired leader commanded in a low baritone. The two that were desperately fucking her both withdrew, but were immediately replaced by the two she’d had in hand. They were clearly already close to orgasm – no more than a few seconds after being ordered to, the vampires ejected loads onto Amy’s face that were frigid at first, but heated as the cum ran down her face and over her lips.

For the final time, the leader of the group lifted her and reclined her spent, aching body on the couch she’d fallen asleep on. He stood over her chest and gestured to the other two, who joined him. The three vampires stood in a semi-circle around her, the two younger creatures each with a hand on the eldest one’s cock, stroking him in time with themselves. Six ominous tones rung out of the clock and as they did, two of the three remaining vampires spilled their samite seed across her gaped lips. Some of the sweet, earthy tasting ejaculate ran down her throat and the rest pooled under her head, in the dent of her collarbone and between her sore, bleeding breasts. Within the space of a second, all but the silver-haired leader vanished, apparently into thin air. He remained momentarily, not moving from his place straddling her chest. He took himself back into hand and jerked himself off furiously as the sun broke the horizon.

The last of her nightly visitors retreated as the pink of early dawn crept into the window, but as he did, he grunted loudly and shot four streams of his milk unearthly milk across her cheeks and lips. On her chest, Amy noted that the puddle of enchanted semen glittered in the young dawn light. Sparkling as the hair of the silver-headed beast had done in the moonlight. Exhausted, and nearly destroyed, she closed her eyes again.

Not long after, she woke up to eight clangs of the grandfather clock. Amy looked down at herself, her clothes ripped to shreds, trails of blood all over her skin, and the strange glittering ejaculate still pooled on her chest. Strangely, her wounds were all healed, and she felt no pain aside from the tremendous ache in both of the holes between her legs where she’d been stretched by an army of the undead the night before. She reached over to the end-table and picked up her compact out of her purse to inspect the damage.

“Nothing,” she said, into the open air of the morning. “Not a mark on me. It’s almost like I dreamed that whole thing.”

The blood on her supple skin told a different story, as did the sweet, salty and shimmering pool of cum on her chest. She turned the mirror to inspect herself, but found no marks on her torso, and to her surprise, the semen, very obviously all over her, was invisible in the mirror’s reflective surface.

As Amy stood and dressed, wrapping the torn shirt around her as best she could, she remembered what her wraithly visitor had said. She knew he was right.