My Bloody Valentine

by Multi-Author

  Aleich was stunned. He could hardly form a word, even in his mind, to say to Ghaelt, who was now sitting on his heels. Finally past his anger, Aleich could only query his abductor.

  “You were cursed? By whom? And what’s your real name? Did you come from afar or close to this place?” His own curiosity defeated his previous feelings and fear. He knew the monster spider lived in this mountain, but had never heard about its origin.

  “I...”

  “And why do you have so much hair? I’ve seen creatures with their profuse beards, but I’ve never seen someone who has it all over them.”

  Aleich’s harsh words did not seem to irritate Ghaelt. In fact, he looked amused by Aleich’s incessant questions.

  “That actually has something to do with the curse.” Ghaelt smiled. “To begin with, I was a prince from a region on the border of Rador and Gyrod. I had been like this since I was born. My parents did not want to accept me as their heir so they sent me out of the country. I met a witch without knowing it, and she was utterly appalled by my appearance, placing a curse on me. She also pronounced that I could be free if I fell in love with someone. Please understand, it had to be that or I would never be free. When I saw you...” Ghaelt’s voice choked in a sob and he lowered his face, his shoulders heaving.

  Never had Aleich heard such an amazing tale. This could beat all of his childhood stories. And there was one more thing—the statement of love the man had given him without hesitation. Aleich felt his throat catch. What should he say to...

  “You haven’t told me your name,” Aleich said softly. He shifted closer, not quite afraid anymore.

  “Ah, right.” Ghaelt curtsied. “Bryn Mhoore, at your service.”

  Aleich hesitated for a moment before he mentioned his own name.

  “Aleich—Aleich Rhaydyn.” He couldn’t help but shake a bit.

  “Are you cold?”

  Bryn immediately seemed to realize how foolish his question was, seeing that Aleich was still unclothed, just like him. He turned and grabbed Aleich’s shirt and breeches, lying nearby, and thrust them toward Aleich.

  Aleich pushed the clothes back and took Bryn’s hand instead. “Take me,” he said. “Love me.”

  Bryn’s eyes glimmered. He put the clothes back down and crawled to Aleich. Aleich positioned himself on his back and opened his legs. Bryn stroked the inside of his thigh.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  “Prepare me, my prince.”

  Bryn didn’t wait any longer. He spat on his hand and thrust his finger into Aleich’s hole. Aleich shuddered and spread his thighs wider. He panted softly.

  “More. Give me more.”

  Bryn added his digits until Aleich felt full. But it was not nearly enough.

  “I want you inside me.” Aleich looked down. Bryn was well-endowed and the thick hair surrounding his member made Aleich salivate.

  Bryn cradled his own arousal. “You want this?”

  Aleich moaned. He stretched his arms above his head and bucked his hips.

  “Yes.”

  “Say please.”

  “Please...”

  “Then your wish shall be granted.”

  Bryn moved fast—slipping into him in one smooth thrust and staying there. Aleich’s groan was trapped in his throat. Now he truly felt full. It felt so good.

  Bryn stayed still for a couple of seconds before he pulled back slowly and slammed back inside. Aleich bucked hard, moaning loudly.

  “Dear Gyrod’s gods—”

  Bryn cut him short as he repeated his action, and this time it was followed by a series of hard fucks. Bryn pistoned in and out of him and Aleich gasped and panted. Beads of sweat rolled out of every single pore on his body. Aleich felt filthier than he already had, but only on the outside. He’d never felt this good before and the rock-hard cock in his ass felt even better. His own member swelled even without being touched. Aleich fucked and pumped into the air with the same rhythm as Bryn jerked inside him. He grunted and groaned.

  “I want to come. Please, may I come?”

  Bryn breathed heavily above him. “Come, my love. Please.”

  Aleich shouted into the walls as he shot his load heavenward, squeezing his ass in the process. Bryn clutched his hips in a punishing grip and he roared as he burst his release out into Aleich’s channel. Aleich felt strings of Bryn’s cum streaming inside him and he just lay there, savoring all of them.

  Their hard breaths filled the air. Bryn stayed for a moment as Aleich milked his cock dry. Aleich felt his hips make small jerks, but that was all he could do as he was too tired to do anything else or to say something. Then Bryn pulled out and lay next to him. Bryn smiled widely and Aleich saw how beautiful the prince was. He smiled, too, and snuggled into Bryn’s chest. Bryn wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Aleich felt so warm with all the hair on Bryn’s body shrouding him like a blanket. He closed his eyes and soon he didn’t know anything anymore.

  Stormy Night in Old Town

  By

  Kelly Ryan

  As Amber turned the closed sign to her shop, the lights went out. “Great. Guess I’m not going to make it out of here before the storm hits.” Her thoughts turned to her chances of making it through the mess to her home in the mountains and decided her best bet might be to wait it out in her store; people in Albuquerque could barely drive in the rain, let alone an epic snowstorm. The mountain pass was probably already closed. “Damn, I hope someone who carries food is still open.”

  Braving the cold and blowing snow, she stumbled down the uneven sidewalks of Old Town, hoping by some miracle the Church Street Café was open. She feared she might have been the only idiot to stay open so long, but she had been trying to finish her latest design. Now she hoped her artistic flair hadn’t stranded her in a ghost town with no food. Just when she was thinking she would have to try other avenues for sustenance, she reached her destination and pulled on the door.

  The door opened and a rush of warm air enveloped her. Amber sighed in relief, stepping inside. Looking around and seeing no one, she called out, “Hello. Are you open?” Her voice echoed slightly in the strange quiet that had befallen the entire city. Venturing farther into the restaurant, heading towards the kitchen in back, she figured it would always be possible to take some food and leave money. As she pushed the kitchen door open, she called out again, “Is anyone here?”

  Something moved behind her. Amber turned quickly but no one was there. The entire dining area was open and she didn’t see a soul, yet she was sure she had felt someone right behind her only a moment before. A chill ran down her spine, even though the room was warm. A little scared, she continued into the kitchen.

  “Hello?” Still no answer, so she proceeded to look for food. Upon finding some takeout supplies, Amber began to fill them with posole and chili, figuring she could always warm them on her wood stove back in her store.

  Just as she was packing up to leave, she heard a masculine voice behind her. “Can I help you with something, Amber?”

  Amber shrieked as she turned around. “Damian, you nearly scared me to death. I called out over and over with no answer.” Amber’s heart rate kicked up a notch, as it always did when she was in the presence of the new café owner. The man was so damn good-looking; he always reminded her of Benjamin Bratt: tall, dark, and handsome, but with a Spanish accent. He was just too hot for her to handle, and she usually stammered inanely, making a fool of herself.

  “I stayed too late and am going to wait out the storm in my shop. I came by hoping for some food to hold me over for the next day or two. I was planning on leaving money for what I was taking.” She blushed, thinking how she must look.

  Damian waived his hand. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I am going to have any customers. I sent everyone home ages ago. I suspect we are the only ones left in Old Town. And you are going to stay here, not in your shop. I have generators and many fireplaces, much warmer than your place.” He boldly reached down and undid her coat. “Let�
��s have a proper meal, since you are staying.”

  “I didn’t agree to stay,” Amber stammered.

  He leaned down closer, brushing her long dark hair away from her face, whispering. “Are you really going to tell me you’d rather wait out the storm in your cold store rather than with me?” he asked, moving even closer. “I see the way you look at me, Amber.”

  Amber licked her lips, not sure of her next move. Damian, on the other hand, seemed pretty damn sure of himself. “You’ve always fascinated me too. Every other woman around here throws herself at me, but you are a mystery. A very beautiful mystery.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, gently, but with passion.

  Just then, there was a loud bang out in the dining room. They broke apart, Damian muttering under his breath. “I’ll go see who it is.” He stormed toward the front as Amber gathered her thoughts. Trapped with the man of her dreams and he was interested in her—maybe this storm was a blessing in disguise. Damian came back. “No one’s out there, must have been the wind.”

  Amber shook her head. “No, I heard something earlier and I swear I felt someone right behind me.” A chill ran down her spine. “Are all the rumors about this place true? You live here; you must know something about this building’s history.”

  “I don’t believe in the whole haunting scenario. This building is hundreds of years old; of course it makes noise and is drafty.” He came back to her, again standing so close she could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence. “Where were we?” He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with more force. “I locked the door. There is not a soul in sight. We are all alone. We could be snowed in for days.” He smiled as he spoke. “You’re awfully quiet. Talk to me, Amber. Nothing will happen unless you want it to, I promise. I don’t mean to be so forward, but finally getting a chance to be alone with you... I don’t know, it’s as if someone has possessed me, made me bold and unable to contain my longing.”

  Suddenly, Amber felt a chill rush up her back, and then a heat overtook her. Without warning, she was burning with desire; all her inhibitions and nerves were gone. Amber wanted Damian, right now. She kissed him with passion she had never felt before, entwining her fingers in his hair. “Take me to the bedroom.”

  Wasting no time, Damian swooped her up in his arms and virtually ran up the stairs to his private quarters. They didn’t make it past his living room. He had a roaring fire going and he tumbled on the couch with Amber in his arms. “I am burning for you. All this time I have wanted you, but I’ve been afraid to pursue anything. Now, I can’t help myself,” he mumbled, rapidly undressing her.

  Amber’s fingers were just as busy taking his clothes off. “I feel the same way. I am too shy around you, but something inside of me is on fire. I have to have you.” She kissed him as she worked his pants off.

  As soon as they were naked, Damian’s mouth and tongue began to devour Amber’s skin, suckling her nipples, making her moan with desire before working his way lower and settling between her legs. She gasped as he expertly began to eat her out, feeding the fire burning in her until she screamed in pleasure, yet not quite fulfilled.

  “I need you inside of me!” She pulled him back to the lips on her face, kissing him fiercely He seemed eager to please, positioning himself above her before thrusting into her fully. They both just savored the sensation before they began to move in time, quickly picking up speed. They could not get enough of each other; even after both shouted their releases, they kept pawing at each other. In no time Damian was hard and they could just continue pleasing each other.

  After, as they lay spent, both suddenly shuddered. Amber sat up. “Did you feel that? That chill? The sensation...”

  “Of something leaving your body?” Damian finished. “I felt something similar, but the reverse, as if something had entered my body when I saw you downstairs. Then all I could think about was having you.”

  Amber nodded. “That happened to me too, right before I ordered you to bring me up here.” She sat quietly for a moment, thinking. “Are you so sure that all the ghost stories about this place are figments of people’s imagination? I mean, it kind of seems like we may have just been possessed.”

  “Possessed by ghosts wanting to have sex? I find that highly unlikely. It’s just the storm making us act strangely. I don’t need to be possessed to want you; I have wanted you since we first met. This was just a perfect opportunity. You can’t honestly tell me that you only made love to me because some ghost made you. Haven’t you dreamed of this night for a long time?”

  Looking a little embarrassed, she answered, “Yes, I have thought about what it would be like to be with you ever since you moved here. But I am not the bold woman who just ordered you to make love to me. There is something else at play here.”

  Damian leaned over and kissed her; Amber simply melted into him. “That is me and you, no ghosts, no spirits or anything. Just us.” He kissed her again, this time with more intensity, pushing her onto her back. He took his time ravishing her body with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. Once again settling between her legs and not letting up until she had screamed his name a couple of times. He then kneeled before her and thrust into her in one swift motion. Amber was ready to come again almost immediately; she bucked against him, wanting him deeper and harder. They shouted their releases at the same time.

  As Damian collapsed onto her, he said, “That was all us.”

  “It certainly was.” Amber smiled.

  They spent the rest of the storm in much the same manner. Once things got back to normal, it became evident to everyone in town that Amber and Damian were now a couple. However, Amber still felt there was something else that happened the night she and Damian became lovers. She spent her spare time looking up the reported haunting of the building and tracking down old records. It took a lot of digging, but she found something she thought might explain everything.

  On the day she decided to tell Damian what she had found, she discovered she had some more proof, something that, whether he believed her or not, was going to change their lives forever. She sat him down, all seriousness, with her research in front of her. “Now, honey, don’t get irritated with me, but I have been looking into the history of this place, the reported haunting of this place.”

  Damian smirked, but kept quiet, so she continued. “Do you know that the original house burned down in the early 1800s?”

  “Yes, but it was rebuilt. There was another fire at the turn of the century. This building here is about the fifth incarnation or so. It was all explained when I bought the building. All the fires and disasters are why the ghost stories exist.” He shrugged, unconcerned.

  “I don’t think that they are stories. Newlyweds died in that first fire. It seems their story mirrored ours, loving each other from afar before finally getting together.”

  “That can be said with half the couples in the world,” Damian countered.

  “Well, I found old reports from the town’s doctor back then. The bride was pregnant at the time of her death.” Amber gulped, calming her nerves.

  “That is certainly sad, but what is the point you are getting at?” Damian looked confused.

  “I’m pregnant. As far as I can tell, we conceived that first night, when we both felt something overcome us, when something brought us together.” Taking a peek at her lover, she tensed when she saw emotions flicker across his face. First confusion, then disbelief, and then, finally, acceptance.

  As he took her in his arms, they both felt another presence surrounding them, sharing in their joy, before it faded away forever.

  Aphrodisiac

  By

  Roni Sharpe

  Incubi get a bad rap. I reckon it’s down to jealousy. After all, who else gets to have their cake and eat it too? Or rather, their sex. Incubi feed on sexual energy. The better the sex, the better they eat. Not a bad way to live, I say.

  I’m not an incubus. Please. I have way more fun than those guys. I feed easier too. They have to explain to the
ir “partner” who the random guy is in their bedroom, calm them down enough to get them turned on.

  Me, I don’t have that problem. Woman’s pleased to see me? I feed. Woman’s terrified to the point of wetting herself? I feed. Either way, I’m satisfied.

  Well, kind of. I’m still looking for the perfect meal, the woman who’s so turned on she’s melting and so scared she’s ready to faint. The heat of sexual desire and the chill of terror, the flavors mingling on my tongue...I would savor such a woman as humans savor warm apple pie and ice cream.

  It’ll probably never happen.

  Certainly not here, anyway. The lobby of this hotel glitters, a reflection of itself shining back at me from every surface. Plenty of terror to be found in a place like this. I doubt anyone here has any tattoos at all, certainly not anything visible when fully clothed. Likewise for scars. And I can’t believe any woman here, any woman used to a place like this, ever sees a dick longer than her own middle finger. Even if they didn’t freak out at the sight of me clothed, what’s between my legs would make them scream for sure. And not in a good way.

  I don’t know why Sorinex called our meeting here. There’s so much fear among women these days, the taste has become commonplace to me. If I were pretty, it would be easier. But I’m not.

  Sorinex is. Probably thought he was doing me a favor. That I could snatch a few scraps on the way up to his penthouse.

  Yeah. Scraps.

  I sigh as I enter the elevator and wisps of cool fear rise around me from the half-dozen humans already there. I have no interest in it. I’ve bathed in such already this night. A pair of human males had pulled a female into an alley. Despite their assurances that she would enjoy their attentions, her flavor never diverged from icy fear. I fed to satiation, and then snapped both boys’ necks and enjoyed a dessert rush of terror as the female fled, her tattered clothing flapping around her.