Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (7 page)

Robert’s ire evaporated as his eyes fell on the most gorgeous
man he had ever seen. The stranger was well-built, with wide
shoulders and rippling biceps peeking out from his tight, white
t-shirt. The shadow of a beard stroked his strong jaw and dark hair
fell haphazardly into his warm, brown eyes. Those eyes were knitted
into an expression of concern.

“
Hi, my name is Dave.” A thick, deep voice rumbled out his
throat as he outstretched a hand.

Robert instead offered his left hand and they shook awkwardly.
“What brings you here?”
Oh God, he’s so
hot.

He jerked his thumb behind him. “I heard there was an incident
with a wolf here.”

“
Yes,” the man’s sudden presence struck him as odd, though he
wasn’t complaining. “How did you know that?”

Dave gave him a smile. Rob felt warmth flush his chest. He was
so handsome.

“
It’s a small town. Everybody already knows.” He gestured
towards Rob’s injury. “Is that where he bit you?”

“
Yeah.” He sniffed, shrugging it off. He didn’t want to look
weak. “It’s not too bad.”

Dave raised an eyebrow and gave him a knowing smile. “Do you
mind?”

“
Sure.” Rob dropped the sheets and carefully unwound the
bandage, gritting his teeth against the pain. It was worse than he
thought. He heard Dave’s sharp intake of breath and looked at his
arm.

His eyes fell upon what he thought was his arm—it had a sickly
greenish hue, and the bite marks had become extremely inflamed.
They were turning a horribly black color, which reminded Rob of
gangrene. Overcome, sickened by the smell, he fell to his
knees.

“
Whoa, there,” Dave said suddenly. “Let me help
you.”

Rob was hardly able to appreciate Dave’s closeness as his
strong arms encircled his waist and hoisted him up. Even in his
sickened state, he admired Dave’s strength.

He gently deposited him in the couch and then Rob heard him
searching the bathroom for something.

“
That fucking bitch,” Dave swore as he returned with a rag and
a bucket of water. “We have to get this stuff off you.”

“
Stuff? What?”

“
Doctor Umbrage. She put wolfsbane ointment all over your
wounds. It’s making you sick.”

“
Wolfsbane?” Rob ejaculated, starting to think that all sense
had left the conversation. “What are you talking about?” The end of
the sentence was punctuated by a scream as Dave began wiping his
hand.

“
She hates wolves. It’ll be better once we get this off,” he
said gently. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this. This should
never have happened.” An angry look came over Dave’s
face.

“
She hates wolves? What’s that got to do with
anything?”

Dave gave him a pitying look. “Look, you’re
transitioning.”

“
What do you mean?”

“
You’re a werewolf. You can deny it in your head all you want,
but the fact is tonight’s a full moon. And you’re going to
change.”

As hot as Dave was, he was clearly insane. Rob felt his heart
sinking as if a balloon of happiness had suddenly burst inside him.
“You’re crazy.”

He shook his head. “Look at your arm! See, it’s already
healing.”

Rob looked and yelped as he watched his flesh slowly knitting
together. The pain was receding, the flesh was returning to its
normal pink hue. “This is impossible,” he said as he turned his arm
around. He had never believed in fairy tales. Sure, he had an
imagination (he was a writer after all) but he had never considered
that any of it would be true.

“
We think the wolf that bit you was Peter. He has been warned
many times not to change near human settlements. We think he was
too close to the edge of the forest and was lured by an animal
trap. Feeding him was a bad idea.”

Robert was still shaking his head, gazing at his now
completely healed hand. It didn’t seem so ludicrous to entertain
Dave’s silly tale. “Why did he bite me?”

The man sighed and leaned into the couch. “When you transform,
you’re not really conscious. It’s kind of like a dream. You can see
everything, but you don’t really have control.” He checked his
watch. “It’s getting late. We should really get going.”

“
Go where?”

“
To the forest.”

Rob shot upright, running his hands through his hair.
“Whatever, this is probably a dream. I might as well go along with
it.”

* * *

A half an hour later, Robert’s feet were crunching dead
leaves, both of them were in the deepest recesses of the woods.
Dave was setting up a tent by the stream. If not for the bizarre
events of the day, Rob would be excited to be alone with a
beautiful man in the wilderness. He winced as something sharp
pierced through his finger. He pulled out the splinter, watching as
a tiny drop of blood receded back into his skin. His heart
hammered. He searched the ground for a sharp rock and found one.
Breathing in sharp gasps, he tore the rock across his arm, opening
up a gash. He winced in pain and was satisfied as he watched blood
seeping out of it. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing. He wiped
away the blood and splashed some water on his arm—and did a double
take. There was no wound.

“
What the fuck am I?” he screamed.

“
You’re a werewolf.” Dave appeared by his shoulder and gently
tugged at his elbow. “Come on, let’s talk.”

Shaking, Rob followed him inside the tent. The sun was close
to the horizon, a deep orange filled the sky.

Dave began to remove his boots and socks, and Rob stared as he
removed his belt and pants. Dave’s shirt flew off his head. His
tight, black underwear stretched across his round, perfectly shaped
ass. A small amount of dark hair peppered his beautifully carved
chest. Rob blushed as Dave slid out of the underwear and his cock
slid out. Dave threw the underwear at Rob’s head.

“
Stop staring and strip.”

Blushing furiously, Rob complied with his orders. He set his
clothes in a neat pile and crossed his arms over his chest,
suddenly self conscious.

“
What am I?” he asked Dave in a desperate voice.

He sighed. “Werewolf, lycanthrope, beast walker. There are
many names for what we are, but none of them offer much. None of us
know why we’re here—or how this all came about. Werewolves are just
one of the universe’s many unexplained miracles. Some wouldn’t call
it a miracle. Some would call it a curse.”

“
Why would they call it that?”

“
You can live exactly the same life as you did before—only
you’ll be a slave to the moon. You’ll have to always beware of the
phases of the moon, and you will have wolfish characteristics from
now on. You’ll find that at some phases you might be more
aggressive.”

“
I’m a little scared,” Robert admitted as he watched the sun
dip lower through the tent.

Dave slid nearer and slid a consolatory arm over his
shoulders. Rob felt something leap inside him as Dave’s naked body
pressed against him. He caught a glance of Dave’s impressive cock
nestled in a bed of black hair and felt blood rushing to his nether
regions. He suddenly realized he was very aroused. He watched
Dave’s gaze lower to Rob’s knees. A smile played on his
lips.

Rob’s cock had lengthened and was rock hard. He gasped and
tried to hide his erection. “I’m sorry.”

“
I don’t mind. It comes with the territory. Increased libido.
Most werewolves have sex before they transition.”

Was Dave offering what he thought he was offering? Rob started
as Dave began to massage his neck and shoulders. Rob sighed and
fell against Dave’s chest. He didn’t realize how tense he had been.
Though, Dave’s antics were far from relaxing him. His cock was
beading with precum, and he felt Dave’s bulge press against his
back. Dave grasped Rob’s jaw and kissed it from behind, his tongue
gently sucked at his neck and he began biting his neck.

A growl that Rob didn’t know existed in him erupted from his
throat. He suddenly felt an irresistible urge to dominate Dave, but
Dave roared and seized his neck, forcing him on the floor. Rob was
torn between rage and arousal. He could feel Dave’s cock pressing
into his back; his teeth had a firm hold on the delicate skin of
Robert’s flesh. His jaw squeezed harder every time Rob fought
against him. His saliva trickled down Rob’s throat, and Dave
growled threateningly in his ear. Finally, Dave released him and
Rob turned around.

It was a fearsome sight. Black hair was now erupting from
Dave’s skin, his eyes were turning black. He snarled viciously and
snapped at Rob with a human jaw. It was the first time Rob had
noticed the shadow of the wolf inside him. To his surprise, Rob
reacted with snarl and buffeted his face with a fist. Dave attacked
him, forcing Rob to turn over and bit his neck so hard that Rob
yelped in pain.

It was several minutes of growling before Dave released him
and Rob stayed in his position. He moaned as he felt his ass cheeks
spread and something long warm and wet lapped at his balls and
asshole. The tongue forced its way inside and Rob groaned with
pleasure. There was so much saliva it was running down his ass
cheeks and balls, and Rob wanted to turn around and fuck him but
Dave retaliated, biting him on the ass. His teeth had grown sharper
and they broke through his skin.

Dave’s face withdrew from his ass and he suddenly mounted Rob.
It was very scratchy and hairy. His thick cock plunged through his
asshole mercilessly as Dave’s mouth clamped on Rob’s neck. Rob
noticed that his arms were lengthening and thick hair was sprouting
from his pores. All he could feel was Dave’s cock and balls
slamming inside him, the wet, slapping noises and Dave’s growling
filling the tent. Dave’s hand curled around waist and found his
cock. He squeezed Rob’s cock and stroked it. Every rhythmic pump
sent his pleasure nerves afire; sex had never felt this good
before. Dave’s cock pushed against his prostate and Rob wished it
would go in deeper. He looked down at his own cock and saw that the
tip was red and inflamed; his cock was covered in thick, gray hair.
He wanted to come so badly. It seemed as though the girth of Dave’s
cock was increasing, and he felt the walls of his rectum expand to
accommodate him.

Rob’s jaw and nose were lengthening. He screamed as his bones
slid out of place, and the sound that came out of him resembled a
beast.

Dave’s strong jaws were still clamped on his fur as his great,
thick cock fucked him mercilessly. A strange sound ripped from
Dave’s throat as he yelled and his cock seized. Rob’s asshole
suddenly felt very warm and moist. Dave’s cock pumped inside him a
few more times and then the wolf fell off him.

Semen dripped out of Rob’s anus. He was still extremely hard,
and rolled onto his back, exposing his raging hard on. Now fully
transformed, Dave bowed his snout near Robert’s penis and lapped at
the inflamed cock. The long tongue curled around his penis a few
times, stroking it. Robert wanted to scream, but a growl instead
escaped his throat. Robert howled in pleasure as semen spurted from
his cock. Dave licked the semen from his fur and at the rapidly
receding penis. Then he bounded outside.

He wanted to follow, and tried standing up. It was a strange
sensation. He felt that he was upright, but he was on all fours.
Rob the wolf clumsily padded outside, his tail upright and curious.
A multitude of smells assaulted his snout the moment he ventured
outside. He could smell the dung of some animal some fifty yards
away, he could identify each pine needle on the forest floor with
his nose, and he could smell Dave’s sex a few feet in front of him.
He padded forward and his snout irresistibly sniffed under Dave’s
tail, his tongue darting out for a momentary taste.

Suddenly the smell of something warm and organic flitted in
front of his nose. Somehow, he knew it was a rabbit burrowing under
the leaves a hundred feet away. He followed Dave, who surprised the
rabbit from its hidey hole. Rob jerked forward and caught the
fleeing rabbit in his jaws. Ignoring its screams, his jaw crushed
its throat and he shook the animal, breaking its neck. As he ripped
open the hide and feasted on its warm flesh and blood, an
indescribable satisfaction filled his mind. He had never been a
killer, or craved killing, until now.

He felt an urge to move on to bigger prey. He could smell
larger animals bolting through the forest. Dave, the black wolf,
disappeared into a bush bounding after them, and he
followed.

* * *

The faint sounds of birds chirping awoke him. Rob jerked awake
and spat out a mouthful of dirt. He distinctly remembered rubbing
his snout into the dirt, having caught the scent of another wolf,
but otherwise, he couldn’t remember much. He was face down on the
forest floor, completely nude. His insides ached. As he rolled over
on his back, he caught a glimpse of Dave’s naked back.

Dirt was smeared all over his body, and his hands dipped into
the nearby stream and splashed the water all over him. Rob walked
over to join him.

“
Morning,” said Dave croakily.

Rob hissed as he splashed cold water over his face. “I only
remember bits and pieces of last night. Did I eat
something?”