Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (22 page)

Dalin groaned as she worked, one of his rough hands finding
her thigh. He rubbed her through her skirts, feeling the smooth
legs underneath her clothing and undertunic. He wondered what
wonder lay under her skirts, and lost himself to the fire and her
fingers as she worked him harder, faster.

The swordsman groaned under her touch, watching her fingers
fly over his cock from base to tip, her thumb teasing the slit in
its head. Her tongue trailed up his length and he felt his hips
jump and shake involuntarily as she did so. His fingers dug into
her supple flesh, and he panted hard, rivaling the crackling sounds
of the fire.

Anessa took him into her mouth, her wet fingers moving over
his muscular thighs as she pushed his pants and breeches down to
his knees. Her tongue twirled over his shaft and her hand came up
to stroke him between his thighs, waiting for his muscles to relax
until she pressed her finger inside.

Dalin moaned, the hand he had on her thigh sliding on her
silken skirts to nestle against the beautiful mound between her
legs. She was hot with desire, but didn’t allow him entry, instead
seeking to concentrate on his pleasure. He felt her hot mouth
swallow him, suck his hard shaft deep until he was rubbing against
the back of her throat. The finger inside between his legs curled
and pressed upward, rubbing him just the right way while she bobbed
on him. Her free hand at his base twirled around him, manipulated
him like no man had experienced before, until finally, with his
breathing ragged he pulled her lips from his prick.

She worked him until he exploded for her, shooting hard and
landing a few drops on both of them.

Wordlessly, Anessa cleaned them both up, pulled Dalin’s thick
furred pelt—a sign of a Creedsman—from his traveling pack and fell
asleep bundled together with him.

***

The swordsman woke to find his shirt laid out for him, pressed
into a little square that was warm with the sun’s rays. The thick
pelt laid made him hot, which caused him to fuss in his sleep. He
found dried blood on his chest that rubbed off of his skin when he
touched it, but most of the bandages running across his chest were
free of any ruddy trace. He stoked the fire with a piece of
kindling to make sure that it was still going, and then banked it
to preserve it for the night.

His mind trailed to Anessa, and he turned round to see if
maybe he’d missed her underneath the great fur. She was in the back
of the cave, with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looked
fuller in the face, healthier.

“
I am going to hunt while the light is still good, Miss
Anessa,” he stated. The sun was sinking in the sky, and he
immediately regretted not being up the sun like he said he would
be. “I apologize for sleeping in. I didn’t think I would be this
tired. Are you alright?”

“
I am fine.” Anessa’s voice was a grave imitation of what it
had been. It was light and feminine, yes, but there was a grating
sound that wasn’t quite there the night before. Something
feral.

“
Then please, come out with me. I don’t want to leave you to
this cave while I hunt.”

“
I will be fine. I… I don’t agree with the light anymore, I’m
afraid.” There was a frown on her fair visage.

“
Did they keep you in chains, away from the sun?” It was a
common thing, for blood drinkers. They introduced their thralls to
their insanity, kept them waking during normal hours of sleep,
convincing them that they were also creatures of the
night.

Anessa didn’t answer.

They had grouse again that night, and Dalin offered the
plainsgirl his wineskin, which she eagerly took. He was left to
consume the grouse by himself, Anessa’s stomach too accustomed to
thin gruels to take such a hearty meat at once. She promised she
would work her way up to such a meal soon, but in the mean time she
would take wine and water, and perhaps the juicy drippings of the
meat with hard bread if he could find a way to catch
them.

“
So tell me about you, sir. Did I make you do something
terrible last night against your will?” She scooted in closer to
him after their dinner, cleaning herself on the dark fabric of her
jacket.

“
No, miss,” Dalin replied.

“
I’m glad then.”

“
Do you have family?” She asked.

“
All of them lost to me beyond my creed. But I have brothers,
brothers of my oath now. We are one and twenty, ready to fight the
creatures of the night by our creed alone.”

“
And are they all as handsome as you, sir?”

“
What would you do if they were, Miss Anessa?” They both
laughed, the plainsgirl putting her head to his shoulder. She
looped her arm in his and leaned into him, her wispy white blonde
hair glowing by the firelight.

She reached her hand to his pants, quickly undoing them to get
at him.

“
Miss Anessa,” Dalin said in a whisper of breath. “I don’t
think this wise.”

“
Shh, my Creedsman,” she replied. She pushed him back against
fur underneath them, took his pants and breeches to his knees and
pulled his swollen member into her mouth with more exuberance than
the night before. Her cheeks hollowed out as she swallowed inch
after inch, bobbing up and down, up and down.

His hands found her head and he stroked her hair back from her
face as she sucked on his tip, twirling her tongue around him
before dipping to take him fully again. The fat head of his cock
slid deep into her throat, making her choke. Anessa came up for
air, replacing her mouth with a tight fist, fucking him with her
hand while the other reached down to caress his balls.

“
Ahh, yes,” Dalin breathed out. His lungs were hitching and
catching with each gasp. His hips bucked involuntarily and he felt
his meaty cock slide down Anessa’s throat. She bounced on his
crotch, pushing him as deep as she could get him, with a hand at
his base to keep him steady.

He reached out to grab her by her hips, interrupting her
sucking to pull her on top of him. She was already wet between the
legs, and he moved himself under her skirts and undertunic to find
her dripping with her excitement. She moaned when he touched her,
when he split her apart to dip a finger into her wet canal.
Anessa’s hips came down to meet him and her nether lips swallowed
his finger as they rolled and crashed against his hand.

He inhaled her arousing scent and pressed on, two thick
fingers squeezing in; stretching her while his thumb busied itself
within her folds. He thumbed her elusive pearl, and felt it slip
away from him as Anessa moaned her pleasure out on his cock. She
was steadily bobbing her head to slurp him, her hand following her
lips as she bounced up and down on him, twisting around
him.

Dalin pressed his fingers into her, sliding them in and out at
a furious pace. His fingers pistoned in and out of her, his
knuckles rubbing against her lips as she rocked back to meet him,
moaning around his member every time the pad of his thumb grazed
her.

She flung her body back to meet his hand, swinging a little
circle to press him into the places that felt the best. Her hand
came off of his rod so that she could take him more aggressively
and she crashed her face into the thick forest of hair around his
shaft until his balls pressed against his body and he came into her
hot mouth. “Mmm…” she moaned, her hips jerking erratically as her
clit bumped into Dalin’s thumb one more time and she came as well.
She rode his hand slowly as her body spasmed, her clit clenching
and her tunnel fluttering until she lifted her head to cry
out.

They cleaned up and Dalin went back to the grouse, finishing
another piece of thigh meat off before pulling a skin of drink from
his traveling pack. Anessa’s eyes were already lit by the time he
looked at her, vibrant and the blue of the cold morning sky. He
offered her the first drink and she happily took it, raising it to
her lips before recoiling and coughing.

“
Are you alright?”

Anessa cleared her throat and Dalin rubbed her back to soothe
her agitated throat.

“
I’m fine. I haven’t drank such clean water in weeks, is all.”
Her voice was once again the lark’s song filtered through gravel.
Dalin worried that her health was more seriously deterred than he
had once thought.

“
Maybe you should sup,” he said, taking the skin from her. It
was not his wine, but the crisp, refreshing taste of blessed water
that always reinvigorated his faculties. Certainly not for all, the
pure dew of the divine was always cold as a mountain stream. In
front of the fire, Anessa’s breath blew out visible until the fire
ate the moisture up.

“
I want to take a bath tomorrow,” his charge spoke. “I am
dirty, and I want to be fresh for our start out of this devilish
wood.”

“
You know that I can’t let you be alone out there,” he said in
response. “I will sit on the bank.”

“
And watch me?” She giggled at him. Her voice was the lark’s
song again.

“
Maybe we can find a spot with a bit of bush so you can have
your due privacy, m’lady.”

“
Oh, I think you’ve already seen through my bush,
Dalin.”

***

The next day, the Creedsman rose even later than the previous.
His chest ached under his bandages and so he unraveled the fabric
to loosen them. Anessa wasn’t around, but she came back soon
enough, holding his bow and arrow and a fat hare. Her skirts were
tucked into the belt of her jacket, affording him a view of her leg
as she strolled in with the dusk. She smiled when she realized
where his gaze went.

“
You didn’t stir all day. I was beginning to get worried that
infection might take you from me.” She said. She sat with the hare
between her legs, unloading the bow and arrow before she put
everything back where it belonged. She reached for his dagger, but
hesitated before her hand crossed near the blade. Dalin eyed what
she was doing.

“
Excuse me,” she said. She offered up the hare with her
apology. “I should let you skin it. I’m not good with that part
anyway, just catching the things.”

He took it from her, still groggy. She’d made an excellent
kill, but there was no entry wound for the arrow. He blinked his
eyes a few times until he finally decided there was none to be
found.

“
How did you kill this?” The fire was quiet between them until
she brought it back to life with tinder she’d stowed in the quiver.
She was careful to inspect each slender piece she brought out of
the arrow bag, lest she toss one of his blessed arrows into the
fire.

“
Oh.” She almost didn’t say anything. She finished sorting the
kindling out into a pile before she answered. “A beautiful thing,
really. My brothers and I used to chuck stones. I always had the
best accuracy, with rocks like…” she held up her fingers to curl
into a circle, “this big. So when I saw this fellow not paying
attention, I beaned him in the head. There’s a dip in the skull if
you want to feel for it. I washed him off when I took a
bath.”

“
That’s an odd thing to do with brothers,” Dalin offered. He
took his dagger and cut along the animal’s belly, then around its
limbs to make good cuts and save the hide. He pulled with one hand,
cut with the other, like he’d been taught, and like he’d always
done, making quick work of the hare like he did when he’d skinned
and defanged the bat beasts the day before. “They didn’t tease you
off or tell you to play with your dolls?”

“
No. We were close, the lot of us. A few cousins too.” She
smiled as she said it, but her lips trembled and her voice wavered.
“Do you have any more wine? I think I’d like to drain a skin or
two.”

“
You confuse me with a dwarf. Only the one, I
carry.”

“
I would think it took two for a Creedsman to feel even
dizziness take him.”

“
And I would tell you to get a barrel.”

Anessa laughed, and they joked back and forth until the rabbit
was done and the moon and stars were out. In the flickering light
of the fire, she was healthy and happy. Her cheeks had filled out
in the two days since he’d found her, though the rim around her
eyes was red, like she’d recently cried. She smiled at him for
hours as they chatted, nibbled on a bit more of the hare than he
expected when he finally declared it done, and helped him finish
off the wineskin. They curled up by the fire and Dalin dozed off
before he knew what had hit him.

***

He woke with a start several hours later with Anessa’s white
blonde hair buried in his chest. The bandages were undone, he knew
that much from the feeling against his back on the fur and he tried
to gently move the head of the plainsgirl, only to be met with a
feeling of pain stretching through his entire chest. His blood was
on fire then and he hazily nudged Anessa’s head. His throat began
to close and burn and he reached for the skin containing his
water.

Dalin hurried along faster when his heartbeat thumped in his
ears and his tongue felt thick in his throat. He fumbled the skin
and it spilled over him, soothing his aching chest.

Anessa recoiled, swatting at her face and screaming bloody
murder into the night. She rolled away and jumped to her feet, and
once Dalin regained complete use of his body he did the same. She
bared her fangs, the side of her face sizzling and healing. Her
pale blue eyes were a frozen, piercing blue. Something unreal, but
exquisitely beautiful.