Supernatural Sensations--4 Scalding Hot Paranormal Stories

by Logan Woods

  “She is ready for you now, York, like a wolf in heat. She needs you to fill her, to breed with her and plant our seed.”

  He thought he had to be imagining what this woman was saying, but then he didn’t know for sure. Everything was spinning around him, but he had to have her and he didn’t care if there was an audience watching them or not. He pushed her legs farther apart, kneeling in between them. Fingering her, he found her to be soaking wet and ready for him. His head brushed against her warm opening, and when he first entered, he stayed shallow, only moving slightly until she grabbed hold of him and lurched her own body forward, taking him to the very shaft of his cock. She moaned louder, crying his name and gyrating her pussy against him all the while clenching around him.

  She rose up on her elbows, pushing hard against him as he thrusted into her. “Fuck me, York, fuck me hard!”

  He wanted to, and he was already pounding into her wetness like a mad man, smacking into her flesh with each movement. He squeezed her tits in his hands as he worked her body. The others fell away; he even forgot that they were watching them. One time, he pulled out of her, pulling her to her hands and knees. He entered her from behind and began riding her, grasping her ass cheeks in his hand and spreading her wider. His own grunts of pleasure began to fill the interior of the cave, mingling with her cries. He could barely hear her telling him harder as the others had begun chanting around them while they continued to fuck.

  When he spilled his seed into her, she pushed back onto him as hard as she could, sucking in his dick farther in her. She seemed to be attempting to drain every drop from him that she could as she worked her ass against him, grinding hard on his cock in a circular motion. Her entire body shuddered as she squirted her juices against him, reaching her peak only seconds after him.

  She took his hand, pushing deeper inside of her, moving still. She finally pulled away; their bodies disconnected yet leaving his cock standing at attention and shining with their sex juices upon it. She caressed his manliness, not turned off at all by the slippery feel, as some women might have been. His eyes closed as the drug began to take better hold of him. He heard her saying something but couldn’t make it out. She felt others hands upon his body, and saw many faces. Finally, when the darkness finally took him under it was his dreams that haunted him, with her still very much there.

  The night was young, but the moon was already high in the sky encouraging her to change, to transform into what she really was. Some of the others had already gone, running with the blackness and disappearing into the wooded forest. She stayed behind for the moment, hoping he would awaken soon. It was unclear whether he would transform that night and she was beginning to have her own doubts. Sometimes it took more time than others. She was sure his seed had taken, though, and placing her hands across her belly she hoped for the male child that her clan so desperately needed. For now, York was their sole form of male protection, though he had no idea about that. She would tell him soon enough.

  When they had found him unconscious in the mountains that day it had been like a blessing from the God’s to them. They had needed a male to propagate and somehow he had appeared. He was perfect in every way, at least in her mind he was. His physique was healthy and strong, visually appealing as well. His face was quite handsome, guaranteeing a male child would share in these same qualities. It was a custom in their clan that a male child be born every decade, which is why they had been so urgent to fulfill that prophecy. It had been exactly 10 years since a child had been born, but up until this point they had all been female. She was lost in her thoughts when Morella came up to her, rubbing her naked body against hers in humbleness.

  “What will you do, Salena, if this does not work?” Morella asked her.

  Salena looked at her as if she had to be insane. How could it not work, it had to. “It will work, Morella. You always question my tactics yet you humble yourself before me by showing your love and appreciation of my place in the clan. Do you not feel the same about my mental prowess?” She waited for Morella’s reply, but the woman only lowered her head, bowing to her yet again.

  “Salena, I have faith in you, for our clan. I just worry that this might not work. It will be at least two months before you know for sure if you’ve even conceived. To think that it might be male before it is even born is wrong to do in my opinion. What will you do if it is not, try again?”

  “That is exactly what I will do, Morella, and I’ll keep doing so until a male is born. This man is not going anywhere, he is one of us now, or have you forgotten?”

  Morella snarled. She had wanted no part of bringing him into their midst to begin with, but Salena had needed him and had also wanted him for her mate. Morella had been left with no choice but to help her. She was, after all, their queen.

  The moon had grown even brighter now, taking hold of Morella and driving her to run. She turned once to look back upon Salena before howling and disappearing into the forest. It left her alone with him, time that she needed to explain herself, or to do what she wanted in seclusion with him. Turning, she found him stirring on the rock slab he was lying upon. It was the moon’s pull, she knew it was. She hurried over to him, soothing him, kissing his forehead and running her fingers through his thick hair.

  “Shhh, my love. I am here and you’ll be fine. Be calm now.”

  His body almost immediately stilled at the sound of her voice. As his eyes slowly opened she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he would transform that night, running freely with her through the forests. She so hoped for it. The prophecy stated that if the transformation followed the exact order, the possibility for the birth of a male child would increase.

  She helped him sit up, then went and got a cool cloth to apply to his head, kissing him fully on the lips as she did so. It startled him into a state of wakefulness as the cloth was cold and her lips were warm. He noticed that everyone but her had simply vanished. She could see the questions in his eyes.

  “They’ve all gone to run under the moon, York. Soon you will be joining all of us. Your life as you once knew it is gone forever, it is the way. You can never go back to the human world, never. Do you understand?”

  He nodded; at least he felt he understood what she was saying. He had already known there was something different about him, but now, he felt it running through his blood like nothing he’d ever felt before. He walked with her to the edge of the cavern opening, staring up at the moon. He felt his body shudder, and a feeling like an electrical charge coursed through him. She was watching him, noting his response to the moon. It was the first one of the month, and there were supposed to be full moons for the entire week.

  “What will happen to me, when I change?” She ran her hands across his face, holding him and directing him to look at her, which he did.

  “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, and very soon you’ll understand why we needed you; why I needed you. Many years ago there were men here with us, but they have all died or ran away. They believed that we were cursed, for some reason or another. That is simply not true. We are the strongest band of werewolves across the region and no other band interferes with us. You are an Alpha, York, you are my mate.”

  He watched her lips move as she talked, almost hypnotized by them. He felt the power she had over him, and he felt his need for her. It was remarkable.

  A pain grabbed hold of him, and he heard bones in his spine crunching. It brought him to his knees. She dropped down beside of him, attempting to bring him comfort.

  “Why does this hurt so fucking bad?”

  She tried her best to ease his pain, and brought out the flask of opium once again. “Drink this, it will take the pain away but it won’t affect your ability to run with the pack if that is what you want, if it is your time too.”

  He almost snatched the flask from her hand, swallowing it all in one gulp. He laid there waiting for the horrific sensations to pass.

  “Is it like this every time?” She smiled at him.

  “
No, it only is like this the first transformation. We all had to endure it, York, you will survive it and be that much stronger for it. You’ll see.” The urge she had to run from him and chase the others through the wooded forest was growing within her. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay with him. She craved the night, the freedom it brought. He reached for her as she sat there beside of him and she allowed him to pull her down to lie with him on the earthen floor. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her or caressing her in places that he had just touched earlier. She was beautiful. He supposed his feelings were obvious in his eyes as she whispered words of devotion to him.

  He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what it would be like when he finally did transform as they did. He couldn’t imagine that type of freedom to run like that as he’d always sought it, but never had he actually laid claim to it. He’d always been tied to some type of restraint one way or the other.

  As he continued to touch her in those secret places that set fire to her body, he felt her passions stirring. She kissed him back harder now, climbing atop of him. She could feel him growing against her. When she removed the loin cloth covering his manhood, she stroked him before rising up above him and allowing his cock to disappear inside of her wet warmth. She moved against him slowly, rotating her womanliness against him in the most intimate of ways.

  As the others howled in the night, their passions soared in the cave. He pumped into her, meeting her body with every movement. She rode him hard and fast, a thin sheen of perspiration forming on her skin.

  When they climaxed it was together, their moans of passion mingling into one sound and uniting them for as long as they both would live. When she laid her head down on his chest, keeping him inside of her, she could feel his heart pounding harder than normal. When she rose to look at him she caught a glimpse of gold in his eyes and it was then she knew he was changing. She knew it wouldn’t be long now.

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  ETHELIA

  by Annette Archer

  Thanus wanted to wash some of the road dust off him before he went down for his dinner. Taking off his weapons belts he hung them off the foot of the bed. His feet protested as he took off his boots. His shirt and pants he folded and set on the floor next to his boots. His smallclothes came off next, and then he was naked in the room. The mirror on top of the washstand reflected his rippling muscles, his lean form.

  “You’re dirty, Prince,” he said to his reflection. “Perhaps you’re trying too hard.”

  Maybe. He didn’t have to take this trip to Rikketh. He could have delegated it to any number of his loyal subjects, but he had to see this through himself. The fate of his people meant that much to him. There was no one else he would trust to do it for him.

  Picking up the sponge, he poured a generous amount of the tepid water into the bowl and soaked it up. Starting with his chest, he let the water roll down his body, down his abdomen, into the stiff short hairs of his crotch. It felt good to scrub the day off his skin. Not as good as a soak in a hot tub would have felt, but this would do.

  He was just rubbing the sponge over his shoulders when the door rattled and then flew open.

  He spun, naked body tense.

  The woman from the street, the one who had bested Luciro, stood there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her quicksilver eyes flashed as they looked him up and down, starting at his toes and gradually making their way up, pausing at his exposed crotch.

  She quirked an eyebrow at him when she finally found his face. “I feel like I should apologize.”

  He relaxed, standing with a hand resting on his hip, not bothering to dress. She’d already seen everything he had. “Apologize for bursting in on a man while he’s bathing, or for using me as a distraction to escape a mob?”

  “I suppose I could say either, although at this moment I’m not sorry for being in this room.”

  “I’m afraid I’m at a loss, Madame…uh, I don’t have your name.”

  A smile wisped over her lips and was gone again. “My name is Ethelia.”

  He bowed to her, suddenly very aware of the air stirring between his legs as her eyes drifted there again. “A pretty name, Ethelia. I’m still at a loss to explain why you’re here in my room.”

  She swallowed then, just a hint of uncertainty on her pretty heart-shaped face. He saw again the rips in the sleeves of her gown, the dirt and stains and tattered hem.

  “I am in need of help,” she said in a low voice. “There doesn’t seem to be anyone else in this town willing to help…someone like me. No one. Except a stranger passing through.”

  “Me, you mean.”

  She looked at him with a tilt to her head that told him she was less than amused. “I am serious. I need your help.”

  Thanus scrubbed at his face and neck with the sponge. “Well, perhaps if you told me how I could help you?”

  “You might start by giving me your name in return for mine.”

  Thanus tried to reach his upper back with the sponge, but couldn’t quite bend his arms that way. “My name is Thanus.”

  He heard her gasp. Of course she’d know his name. He really would need to start using an alias while he was travelling. As he continued to wash himself, he heard her reach behind herself to turn the door’s lock.

  Then she stepped over to him on quiet, bare feet, and took the sponge from him.

  Standing behind him, she slowly washed his back, working her way down the line of his spine, while he stood there, hands braced against the washstand, luxuriating in the feel of her hands against his flesh. At the same time, he tried not to be aroused by this singular moment. His cock had a mind of its own, however, and it throbbed to life as Ethelia’s fingertips trailed along behind the sponge.

  “You’re a prince,” she said to him, the sponge going lower now, to the curve of his ass.

  “I am.” He’d already washed there. He didn’t tell her to stop.

  “My need is great.”

  The sponge went down the line of his buttocks, lower, between his legs, brushing against the sensitive area there, causing him to spread for her. She began rhythmically circling the sponge against his balls. His manhood responded by popping to attention.

  “You have yet to tell me what this…need is,” he said, in a whisper.

  “I’m sure that once m’Lord has heard what it is, you will not hesitate to he
lp.”

  “I won’t know until I hear—” He went to turn, and she pressed the sponge in her hand hard up into his sack, and at the same time dug her fingernails into his side. It was intensely erotic.

  Leaning up on her tiptoes, her body pressing against his back, she breathed into his ear. “Allow me to render payment to m’Lord first.”

  She slid down his back, her mouth trailing along his wet skin, her tongue flicking out gently to taste him. That tongue was warm, and longer than he thought possible, and he longed to watch her do these things to him. Although, he certainly wasn’t against just standing here and letting it happen.

  The sponge dropped to the floor with a wet and heavy thud.

  Her hands felt in between his legs now, her fingers gently grasping his balls and rolling them and squeezing them. Her mouth found the top of his right ass cheek, and her teeth bit into him. He gasped, and then moaned, as she brought him surprisingly close to a climax in such a short time.

  Licking at him where she had bit into his flesh, she tickled her left hand around his hip, to reach around front, and when she found his cock and grasped it there was no doubting how close he was to going off. His body began to tense, and the familiar flutters in the pit of his stomach grew stronger.

  He went to turn into her, again to have her grab him roughly and insist he stay where he was.

  This time, he wasn’t having any of it.

  Forcefully he turned into her, grabbing her hands, forcing her back toward the bed. It was then that he saw what she didn’t want him to see. Her eyes blazed, the color of lightning during a cold rain. Her skin had darkened to a rich honey gold. And her tongue…