Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (2 page)

My stagger turned into a
crawl as I could barely move my limps.

Before long, I found myself
motionless, feeling like the weight of the world rested on my back.
My poisoned muscles refused to work, yet my brain and senses were
not affected. What a devious poison, I thought as I contemplated my
doom at the first leg of my journey.

* * * * *

What? I'm still
alive?

I opened my eyes. My body
still could not move, but I sensed a presence behind me. I would
turn my head, but my neck muscles felt so tired and heavy any
encouragement would lead to my body responding with waves of
pain.

I sighed, whoever it was,
especially a werewolf hunter, would kill for any opportunity to
take down two werewolves just motionless in the forest alone,
assuming Stefan was still in the same position behind
me.

"Ahh! What is this! HELP!"
I heard Stefan yowl.

My blood turned into ice as
I heard him screaming. What exactly was the being behind me that
could make the fearless Stefan cower in fear? I felt cold drops of
sweat forming on my back, soaking into my fur.

"AHH! AHH!" Stefan
continued yowling, and there was nothing I could do to help
him.

"Not there! Not in my ass!
HELP!" My eyes widened in shock. What in the world was the being
doing to Stefan? Was… Was it
raping
a werewolf?

I cried, tears running down
my yellow eyes, my black irises dilated with fear.

"Hey… Hey, it actually
feels… Kinda good!" Stefan grunted.

I was in shock. I knew from
young he was a bit bi-curious, but never did I expect him to say
something like that, awakening his inner desires in the middle of a
looming forest! I was overcome more by curiosity than by sadness
and fear.

If Stefan could speak,
could I?

"Stefan!" I howled, turns
out I could. Haha! Yea!

"Stefan!" I howled again,
louder this time, praying desperately for him to save
me.

Behind me, I heard him
apparently conversing with the being, "Yea, that's my stepbrother,
please free him too."

My heart leapt, that's the
Stefan I knew and loved! He had somehow overcome the paralyzing
poison and would now save me like an older brother
should!

Something started to
slither all over my body. I felt it, but could not tell what it
was, until I saw a vine of poison ivy move in front of me. Oh my
goodness, I thought, is this really happening?

It slithered at first,
before wrapping itself around my limbs. I would have resisted, but
in this exceptional circumstance, I was thankful to be able to move
once again when the ivy carried me up and turned me
around.

My gaze fell up the most
beautiful dryad I had ever seen. She had neck length, light blonde
hair, a shapely, toned body with tenacious curves. Her face was
radiant and the poison ivy surrounding her seemed to wrap her
around her limbs to. If not for the few leaves and vines covering
her important places, I would have probably have lost control and
became a feral wolf already.

Most importantly, the
poison ivy vines seemed to obey her every command. She could move
freely, and with the flick of a finger, the ivy that suspended me
in mid air brought me closer to her for inspection.

I felt myself being brought
nearer and nearer to her, until I was face to face with this
beautiful, yet seemingly deadly creature. Her piercing copper brown
eyes seemed to look into my very soul. I looked back, in awe,
curiosity, and I hate to admit it, but also with a slight tinge of
fear.

After what felt like
forever, she opened that seductive mouth of her.

"I can see you have no evil
intentions coming into my forest."

"Yes Miss. Please release
him and we'll be on our way now." Stefan quipped, flailing his arms
on the ground.

She sighed, "Alright, but
go back from whence you came and never return!"

The vines holding my legs
moved in opposite directions, pulling my legs apart.

"Wait, what are you doin-
mmmph!" A startled me growled as a vine entered my mouth, heading
towards my esophagus.

The ivy on my torso bent me
over; my worst fears were coming true. I shut my eyes and braced
myself as I felt a vine running itself over my fleshy behind before
slowly entering my asshole.

Some treatment this was, I
thought, as pain mixed with a hint of pleasure surged through my
beastly form. The vines in my mouth and my asshole started moving
in and out, rubbing itself in my channels.

"Nooo…" I cried softly as I
got simultaneously ass and mouth fucked. My saliva provided decent
lubrication as I felt less pain when the vine in my mouth fucked
me. But the one in my ass was terrible. Yet, I felt the vine secret
some sort of sap as it drilled my ass, lubricating it and letting
it fuck me faster.

How humiliating, to be
suspended and fucked by plants in front of such a beautiful dryad.
I felt my reason coming back to me as I was lost in thought, before
noticing the fur on my arms vanishing beneath my skin. I was
receding back to human form.

I was surprised, at the
strange turn of events. From excitedly entering the unknown till
getting double penetrated in the ass and mouth by plants in front
of such a beautiful creature. But most of all, I was surprised at
myself. I always considered myself straight, but I never knew my
body would be so aroused by getting fucked in front of such a
beauty.

But wait, if the vines were
fucking me, who was controlling the vines? I looked up, her radiant
face hide her piercing stare well as she clinically swished and
flicked her fingers.

It was her. She was the one
humiliating me with those vines! My cheeks blushed red as I found
myself enjoying it too.

I felt the vines moving
faster and faster as their thrusting became more
vigorous.

"YES! YES!" I heard her
scream? If the vines were a part of her, did that mean she was
getting off on what she was doing to me? Either way, her breathing
grew heavier as her body started quivering uncontrollably. She must
have been having an intense orgasm as I saw the leaf covering her
pussy turn dark green from getting wet. At the same time, I felt
the vines release some sort of sticky, slippery sap down my throat
and up my ass. My body temperature rose as I felt strangely aroused
beyond my limit like this. I felt my loins stirring as my member
grew harder and harder from the arousal.

I wanted to fuck the hot
dryad in front of me. If only I could move… Wait, I could! The
vines released me as I fell to the ground. I could move
again!

"YES!" I cried with joy.
Stefan rushed up and gave me the biggest hug I had received from
him in a long time.

We both looked up, the
creature seemed spent from 'releasing' us; her panting body lay
prone, suspended by vines.

"Who are you?" Stefan
asked, he seemed even more entranced by her than I was.

"Lillian," came a reply
from above. I burned the sound of her seductive voice into memory.
Now I could recognize her voice anywhere.

"What happened to us, what
did you do?" Stefan continued.

"You unknowingly entered my
domain and inhaled my poison. I gave enough antidote for you to
return safety from whence you came. Now leave." she replied as she
snaked away, her presence getting fainter and fainter.

"No, wait!" Stefan cried,
but it was too late. Before we knew it, she was gone, disappearing
into the mass of poison ivy in our background.

"Let's go," I said, putting
a hand on his shoulder.

He stood there, processing
all that had transpired, before nodding his head.

Transforming back into my
beast form, I followed him as he retraced our steps, back out of
the forest.

* * * * *

That night, at the local
tavern near the edge of the forest, we sat and drank. Asking around
regarding the forest only yielded looks of fear and warnings never
to go there for 'evil lurks in the forest'.

"Right, a beautiful evil
that is." I remarked to Stefan.

"If evil was that
beautiful, I'd have no problem fucking It." he snorted.

"Agreed," as we raised our
mugs of mead to a toast, clinking them together.

"Guess the forest is
impassable for now," I sighed.

"No, it's not."

"You and me both
experienced that today. It is impossible," I pleaded reason with
him.

Seeing the wild look in his
eyes, I knew it would not be possible to convince him.

"It IS possible; Lillian
gave us enough antidote to return right? What if she 'gave' us
enough to pass through the forest?" he encouraged.

I snorted, "Right, and you
want to meet and experience something like that again."

"Yeppers," Stefan quipped,
"I don't mind, and from your face this afternoon, I could tell you
were enjo-"

"Shut the hell up, Stefan.
Before I punched you in the face," I interrupted tersely, wishing
not to be reminded of earlier events.

Stefan shrugged, "Well,
it's either we try again, or we take a two week detour into the
canyon where we risk being robbed by bandits or hunted by
vampires."

I growled without realizing
it, vampires were our most hated enemy. Our kind and theirs have
waged war for centuries, and only recently had there been a
stalemate, where we do not encroach on their territories and they
did likewise for us. Any altercation with them could upset the
delicate balance and spawn the restart of war, which had to be
avoided at all costs given how the wolf side was weak and still
gathering strength.

"So," I sighed
loudly.

I lamented, "We try again
tomorrow? I might want to spend the night with one of these tavern
wenches first," looking around at the large bosomed women running
around carrying jugs of mead in each hand, serving
travelers.

"No."

I looked at him in slight
surprise. Yeah, Stefan was crazy sometimes, but to re-enter a
forest full of danger where we were lucky to escape with only a
sore ass to show for?

I shook my head. Nope, not
going to happen.

"We go now." Stefan said,
growling slightly.

"You liked it, I liked it,
we can go back, enjoy ourselves, and pass through the forest.
Tonight's a full moon, we can see, hear and smell better, and the
moon increases our powers. We will not get another perfect chance
like this." I detected a hint of desperation in his
voice.

Given the chance, he would
go back to the forest in an instant, but he still needed me to
watch his back. We werewolves are social creatures, hunting in
packs. But now that our kind are far and few between, it was always
better to travel with as many companions as we could. The potential
adventure gained for Stefan was definitely not worth my
absence.

I sighed. He was always
like this: rash, impulsive, forever chasing after his endless
desires.

But now, for the first time
in our lives, his goals and mine were aligned. What I wouldn't give
to see beautiful Lillian again one more time, I finally admitted to
myself.

Smiling slightly, I looked
Stefan in the eye and sighed, "Alright, we go, but let us finish
our mead first!"

I swear I had never seen
Stefan more excited.

"Hell yea brother! That's
the spirit!" He exclaimed, downing his mead and slapping my
back.

* * * * *

We found ourselves at the
edge of the forest again. It seemed far darker than its
surroundings, adding to its mysteriousness. Now that I was here, I
felt a faint feeling of trepidation as we both
transformed.

Stefan was right; the full
moon that night really did increase our powers. I closed my eyes,
my ears could hear a cricket chirp from half a mile away. The
lingering scent of mead was so strong I could follow it back to the
tavern by smell alone if I wanted.

My body felt like it could
run faster, jump higher and carry heavier objects while the
bloodlust within me was even more overpowering. Yes, the full moon
did increase my powers, but it also made my beast form harder to
control. I felt the feral urges come time and again, but only on a
full moon like this would it be almost overpowering.

Stefan growled, signaling
me to follow him. Together, we disappeared into the dense
undergrowth.

We made the same movements,
his agile body scaling the trees while I charged resolutely after
his scent. I neared the dense undergrowth that clouded my senses
earlier that day and began to slow down, opting to take to the
trees after Stefan instead.

Following him would
normally take no effort, but the full moon increased his powers far
more for him than it did for me. I found myself becoming out of
breath as I desperately tried to stay on his tail.

Soon, I found his presence
still, unmoving. He must have found her, I thought as I grew
nearer. Bursting out into the same clearing from the afternoon, I
found him at edge of where Lillian's poison ivy vines could
reach.