A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows' Eve - A Naughty Nights Press Anthology
ISBN: 978-0-9876894-6-7
Smashwords Edition 2011
Release Date: October 2011
Naughty Nights Press (NNP)
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Warnings: This anthology contains graphic language, possible violence and sexual situations including: f/f/m, m/m/f, m/f/f, and m/f/m/f parings that include gay, lesbian, ménage and partner sharing along with: alien entities, mild BDSM, stranger fantasies, consent/non-consent situations and sex toys that may offend some readers.
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“A Wicked and Wanton All Hallows’ Eve” Halloween Theme Anthology
A Halloween party turns into a very unusual night; a ghost whose sexual needs prevent her from passing over to the other side; a chance encounter at a mistaken location leads to many desires being fulfilled; and unusual alien and human sexual experience, in the name of research; and so much more in this kinky themed Halloween Anthology.
Open up your mind, free your inhibitions and get ready for A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve!
Eight naughty Halloween-themed erotic short stories to tantalize and tease the senses while giving readers a little taste of the experimental worlds of sensually exciting tricks or treats.
– List Of Contributing Authors & Individual Short Story Synopsis
The following authors have agreed to the inclusion of their work as they appear in chronological order:
Kiki Howell - A Midnight Showing
Two nights before the Halloween opening of her husband's theater, Meredith along with the help of her husband and his best friend slash investor, try to rid the theater of a ghost who made trouble for them when restoring the place. The female spirit, it is rumored, killed herself in the projection room back in the sixties after catching her fiancée at the movies with another woman.
The lonely ghost has other plans for their evening. As the scary movie goes crazy and popcorn goes flying through the air, the lustful spirit coerces man and woman and man into some compromising positions while joining them in the fun.
Ana Hart - Welcome To The Inferno
Welcome to Club Inferno where the wicked come to play only one night out of the year –Halloween. It is the only night when those creatures of myth and darkness can mingle in the open, put on a new face, be a new person, and have a little bit of fun.
Domniar and Laria are no different from all the rest. Two wild Fae directly from the realm of Faerie, this saucy couple have donned their new ‘glamours’ for the evening and are ready for a little wicked passion, a bit of exhibitionism, and a whole lot of shameless lust. Just remember, there is only one rule in Club Inferno: Thou shalt do no harm to another within the walls of the Inferno. Unless they ask for it.
BL Morticia - I Dream Of Dalian
Narni is dreaming of her favorite singer after a hard days work. She is due to see him perform tonight and decides to take a nap to be fresh. Instead of a peaceful sleep, she is transported into a lovely nightmare, one she might not want to wake from.
Abby Hayes - Haunted Party
Alexa is going to her first ever Halloween Bash thrown each year by her new boss, a sexy skeptic who every guy wants to be his friend and every woman wants to screw.
But, she is more professional than that.
One poltergeist and one strange revelation later though, locked in a room with her boss and two male co-workers, fear turns to competition just like it always does in the board room. Alexa, Derrick, Ken and James, with battle wounds and all, fight for their lives in the sexiest way ever conceived. Once their sex games begin, this bitch of a ghost may never know what hit her.
Gemma Parkes - Cassandra
Mia has no desire to go to the Halloween party being hosted by friends of her boyfriend. Reluctantly she tries to find a costume to wear by visiting a fancy dress shop. One outfit in particular has a startling affect on her and she is compelled to hire it. It also seems to have an amazing affect on her partner and it is some time before they are able to set off for the party.
Once there, Mia finds herself in the company of Cassandra, a beautiful, hypnotic girl dressed up as a witch’s cat. She is captivated by Cassandra’s mesmerizing bright green eyes and falls under her spell. Mia finds herself engaged in an intense ménage a trios that brings her both exquisite pleasure and frightening confusion.
Sarah Bella - Triage
Charlotte is a normal girl, getting ready for a night out on the town with her girls. She dons her Halloween costume and hops into a taxi. After a miscommunication about the address of the club, she finds herself unwittingly on the upper, private floor of a BDSM club.
A voice over her shoulder gets –and keeps– her attention. When he tells her to call him Sir, she’s only too happy to comply. Sir helps Charlotte break down a few of her barriers and teaches her the basics of mental domination. Sir forces Charlotte to tell him what she sees, in graphic language that good girls are taught not to use. She discovers that BDSM isn’t as scary as she always thought.
Their encounter ends in a dark hallway with her skirt around her waist and his cock buried inside her. Afterward, Sir is only too happy to take her to breakfast and discuss furthering their arrangement. The chance of a happily ever after with her Sir has Charlotte looping her arm through his and following him out the door to the club.
Kim Faulks - Inamorata
Erica is woman in living in England whose life falls apart with the death of her parents and sister.
In a moment of loneliness David, her widowed brother-in-law, has sex with Erica and likes what she has to offer. Unbeknownst to Erica, David orchestrates to bring home strangers to bed her to earn food and money.
The vampire warrior Layre, kills David and changes Erica’s life forever in ways she never could have imagined
Canth? Decided - Experiment IV
A female volunteer enters into a containment facility, under the watchful eye of scientists, in order to collect a semen sample from a man horribly mutated by a psychic/physical bond with an alien creature.
A Midnight Showing by Kiki Howell
With the click of the lock, the one separating her from the dark and nearly empty parking lot but trapping her inside an old theatre with a ghost, she suddenly wished she’d brought a sweater. Icy fingers did a tap dance down her spine as her husband grabbed her hand. Familiar shadows, Meredith questioned, blinking her eyes to right things on the back wall where two doors lead to the newly restored theaters.
“Man, I can’t believe this place,” her husband’s long time friend and investor, David exclaimed, moving in a circle. “I’m impressed with the end result buddy. You made good use of my bucks, here.” David came to face them again and slapped her husband, John, on the back.
“You were worried?” John huffed, putting his free hand on his heart, curling over his stomach and crouching a bit. “You wound me.”
“Yeah, yeah, asshole. Take a compliment.” David punched John in the shoulder. John stumbled, taking Meredith with him rather than releasing her hand.
She only shook her head and rolled her eyes at the theatrics.
“Okay.” John straightened up immediately, tugging on his shirt to put himself to rights. His face relaxed from his silly grin. “I did my best. After a thousand, pain in the ass, little issues, it is finally done. But, I think we enjoyed every minute of it. Didn’t we honey?”
“Sure,” Meredith raised one eyebrow at her husband. “I think I could have done without the small electrical fire in theatre two’s projector room. It was only a series of one small problem after another. John insisted the place, while getting all new chairs and equipment, state of the art, of course, maintained a lot of the old charm.”
“Most of the charm,” David interjected. “We are here to get rid of that pesky ghost, tonight. Good to keep the tale going, for the community, but secretly get rid of her before she starts another fire. Never believed in this sort of thing before, the bitch has been a nuisance we can no longer ignore.”
Meredith nodded, but admonished, “Could you be nice. I would like this to go smoothly.”
She could feel something wrong with the energy of her surroundings already. Granted it was a full moon just two days before Samhain, but still, she’d already tangled with the ghost in theater two. She swore that tonight the ghost knew what she had planned, and was definitely awaiting the challenge, if not laughing at her efforts.
“Fine. Now, lets get to the ghost hunting! I’m ready!” David clapped his hands making Meredith jump.
“Stop it. I know you insisted on being here for this, and that is fine since you are the investor, but please remember, I am a solitary witch. Ghost banishment is not something I’ve ever tried before.”
“I know you can do it, babe,” John kissed her temple. “I’ve seen you in action with this ghost already. You stood up to her, didn’t even back down when she started throwing things around up in the projector room.”
“Sure. I spoke to her, tried to calm her, and she started a fire. A lot of good I did!”
“You put it out before the fire department got here.”
“Could we be serious? I already feel her.”
“Really, where?” David started looking around.
The lights on the popcorn machine and candy counter took on a haunting glow against the backdrop of darkness. They had left the lights off in the rest of the place other than theater two so no one would come knocking wondering if they had opened a few days early. The curtains of retro red velvet on the walls might well of held a thousand ghosts for as on edge as she was feeling.
“Listen,” Meredith refrained from stomping her foot, but her voice was deep and loud. “Either you two take this seriously, or we leave right now. And then, you can open your theater, honey, with a ghost in it. Just don’t play any scary movies in theater two. That is what they did before, back in nineteen sixty something before she scared a theater full of people, throwing everything she get her ghostly little hands on. They closed the place up.”
“Yeah, we hung up the pictures on the wall. Remember, you saw them David. Looked like the concession stand exploded all over the place.”
Meredith gave him a look. Her heart was pounding in her chest all of the sudden, and she just wanted this night over with.
“Okay! Okay! I will be serious. Sorry, dear.” He shook the hand he was still holding. “It is an hour to midnight. Let’s go in and do the banishing spell, then test it out with our first showing of A Haunting.”
“Man, I can’t believe you are planning on playing that here, opening on Halloween night with that movie!”
“It has gotten a lot of response from the community. I think it is a great way to open back up the place. Everything is right on schedule too. Just lucky the movie was releasing that night. It’s perfect, meant to be, don’t you think?”
“I guess I do think, since I set you up quite a few thousand to get here.”
Meredith sighed and started walking toward the theater. She was not in the mood for their you-are-cool-man, pump-up-each-others-male-ego chats right now. Most of the time she was just happy they had each other, friends since grade school, to help each other find their dreams. Tonight, on the other hand, a ghost and a spell were weighing heavily on her mind and the men were working her last nerve.
Once she settled herself on the floor, in front of the big screen. The pattern on the tile was such hideous shades of burgundy, hunter green, midnight blue and smoke grey, that it looked wonderful in keeping with the rest of the place. She lit her candles and incense and then signaled John to turn down the house lights. David was sitting behind her, quiet. Both men were always good about being serious when need be. She wiped her palms on the thighs of her jeans, and took one deep breath after another while she waited for her husband to join them. The ghost, she knew by the weighted feeling in her shoulders, was already there.
“The presence that remains here tonight, the unseen hands that move things until people are affright, this gentle spell, earnestly expressed, may it set your soul to rest.” She continued on, reciting the rest of the spell and following the instructions she’d found by researching with a local witch she had met last year.
An invasive sadness, one not her own, took over her mood. Forcing herself to push through to end of the spell, she just wanted to curl up in her husband’s arms, in their own bed at home preferably, and watch a movie or something. They did that often. Big movies buffs of course, they spent many evenings escaping the real world in a movie. It was never above them though to give in to their lusty cravings born of cuddling and touching. Then, they’d have to rewind the movie later on to finish it. Often, the movie, whether romance or drama, western or historical, modern day or classic, would lead them to some fun role-playing too.
Meredith shook her head to clear away the daydreams and finished up the spell. It wasn’t like her to be so unfocused. Yet, she couldn’t separate her feelings from those of the ghost anymore. She’d sensed the emotions of the spirits around her, her whole life. It was what brought her to Wicca in the first place.
“I’m done. I still feel her, but I guess it could be lingering energy. I don’t know for sure. I just hope.”
“I’m sure that did the trick,” David said, his voice kind-of higher than usual. “I’m quite impressed with the spell. I’ve never been a part of one before, but that was amazing, Mere. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swore I felt someone else here too. She was sad.”
“Actually, I did too,” John chimed in, his voice deep and cracking, as opposed to David’s. “And, it basically gave me the creeps.”
She was touched that they’d been affected. That feeling was short lived though, as the guys quickly snapped out of it. David went off for popcorn and candy while John ran to the projection room to start the movie.
She sighed as she went about blowing out candles.
“I know you are still here,” she whispered to the ghost. “What do you want from us? I know you are sad. I think you want to be loved. If the legend is right, you hung yourself here, in the projector room, after seeing your fiancé with another woman. They were watching a scary movie and making out. I don’t know how to help you to find your peace, to help you move on.”
Meredith felt real, icy cold fingers on her face this time. They wiped away the tear that had found its way to her cheek. A chill went through her body, originating in the front as if the ghost were giving her a hug. She noticed though that her nipples pebbled into tight buds, and wetness started to build between her legs.
“Are you horny?” Meredith felt like an idiot asking the ghost, but she couldn’t imagine why else she would be feeling such things when she should, if she thought her legs would carry her, be running screaming from the theater.
Then, she jumped half out of her skin, standing quickly, as the screen beside her, came to life. Lights and music bounced off the walls. Holding onto the backs of the chairs, she made her way to the middle of the room and fell into a red seat. The base of the music seemed to shake the floor beneath her feet. She gripped the armrests until her nail beds were white, relaxing them only by sheer will when David and John came back in.
Once they were seated, they seemed to get quiet quickly. The three of them, Meredith in the middle, watched the first twenty or so minutes of the movie in silence, popcorn and drinks all untouched. She would’ve asked them if they were in some kind of trance, if she didn’t feel like she was in one herself. For the sorry special effects and corny scary movie music, she still shuttered, the trembling making her stomach knot. A haunted cabin and college age kids on a trip story line wasn’t really what was capturing her attention though. The fear was in the room, bathing them, like the air, which suddenly seemed to thick to breathe in.
Cut to the next scene, two college age kids were getting it on in one of the cabin rooms. On the screen, the sheets moved up and down until they slipped and a naked male butt presented itself. Positioned creatively at the bottom of the screen, so as to not to show too much, the ass came in and out of view. The muscles tensed and released until the film froze. The popcorn on Meredith’s lap flew from her, showering the seats in front of her with a steady stream of popped kernels.
“What the hell?” John screamed.
The box of candy beside her flew off to the side, hit the far wall and exploded in a rainbow of tiny colors.
“Shit, man!” David quietly exclaimed. “It’s happening again!”
As each capsule sized piece of colored sugar hit the floor, making tiny sounds, she felt her body being pulled down. She managed a tiny scream, bringing the guys attention back to her.
“What’s wrong?” John questioned, his voice rising in pitch.
“She has me. I can’t move.”
John grabbed her under her arm with both hands and pulled.
“Stop! You are hurting me.” His tugging only stretched her arm. Her body stayed where it was. Struggling for breath, feeling like she had someone on top of her, her t-shirt started to move up her stomach. “Stop it!”
“I’m not doing anything!” John yelled back.
“I know. It’s her.”
The air ignited around them, little shocks, like tiny bolts of lighting with the power of static electricity, moved over her body as her shirt moved up to her throat. John tried to pull it back down thankfully; since her arms felt like they were tied down to the arm rests. In minutes the fabric ripped as if it was paper. A few seconds later, it fell from her to the floor.
Through the white lace of her bra, she could see the hard pink signs of the arousal she felt.
“She is touching me,” Meredith breathed out the words with heavy breaths.
“Your nipples are hard,” her husband said.
“I know. I can feel her hands, her fingers, cold but gentle, playing with me.”
“I thought it was a girl ghost?” David finally spoke again.
Meredith blushed, suddenly remembering he was there. Then, she thought his voice sounded way too calm.
“It is a girl ghost. And, I can feel her, not just physically, but mentally. She wants you guys. She is just using me to get to you. She wants attention. The longing is so great, the lust so intense, I can’t separate her feelings from mine any more.”
When the button on her jeans popped and her zipper opened, her husband sat up straight in his chair.
“Stop this,” he hissed at the ghost as he tried to cover Meredith.
A bottle of pop moved up out of the cup holder on the armrest and hit John in the back of the head. He was thrown forward onto Meredith, while the liquid hit the floor behind him.
“What the fuck!” He yelled in her ear, his face just inched from hers.
“Shhh, let me try something,” Meredith whispered. “Kiss me.”
“Are you insane?”
“No. I just feel her needs. I think she wants to play. Kiss me.”
He did. His lips trembled over hers. As quickly as it began, it stopped. Both jumped when the movie began again. Sounds of sex filled the theater. The air moved, like someone had opened a window, whipping Meredith’s hair around, but she could get up. She stood into the wind.
“It feels like hands around my body. I am so fucking turned on right now.”
She heard David’s footsteps despite the wind. He was backing away from her. Heat burned her face to remember him there. In seconds, her jeans moved down her legs taking her panties with them.
David had his arms out, but was looking down at his body. “I feel her touching me too. Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here!”
Then, David’s body hit hers. His hands fell on her bare ass cheeks, and he tightened them in response. Though she knew she shouldn’t, she wanted them to move, to touch her more intimately.
“I don’t think so, man,” her husband roared behind her.
“ It’s not his fault,” Meredith came to David’s defense. The ghost moved him.”
“What…”
John’s voice left off as his body hit hers from behind. His hands, along with a colder, invisible set, reached around, moved in between her and David, until they were on her mound.
Laughter was heard over the moaning on the screen. The wind picked up again. Their bodies swayed together. She felt her husband’s cock harden under his jeans and press against her ass.
“Play, John. Just touch me. It may appease her,” Meredith whispered.
“But, David?”
“He may have to play along too.”
“What? I wish she would stop touching me.”
The movie stopped again, this time breasts were on the screen. David’s hands, along with the cold ones Meredith was getting a bit too familiar with, ran up her naked body, moving to her breasts.
“I’m sorry!” David screeched. The wind picked up again. Their other box of popcorn flew up into the air, raining over them, feeling like hail. The movie started moving like it was being fast-forwarded. Blood splattered and eerie screams filled the room. When it stopped, more college kids, two sets of couples, were on blankets outside, making out. The sounds of heavy breathing and lips touching filled the room now.
“Maybe if we start playing, all three of us, she will stop,” Meredith offered, her eyes narrowed, wondering where the thoughts she’d voiced had come from.
“Shit, she won’t stop touching me, moving me,” David gasped. “I’m sorry. I think. What should we do? Play along?” His voice trailed off.
She felt each of them take a deep breath. Looking behind her, she saw her husband nod his head at his friend.
“I don’t think we have much of a choice.” John’s tone was harsh. She felt the vibration of it deep in his chest against her back. His heart was thumping double time.
John’s hands opened her folds. Then, his fingers moved in between them. She couldn’t help but moan as relief made her tremble in time with her husband’s shaking fingers. She’d wanted to be touched more than she could ever remember. Situation aside. Wetness continued to build as one of his fingers moved inside her. As she moaned and moved her hips, so did David. Opening her eyes, she realized that every time she pushed, she moved John’s hands against David’s cock. The thought had her so hot that she no longer felt the chill in the room.
The movie got louder. Sounds of kissing and touching from the actors and actresses got more frantic. When the still hands on her breasts squeezed, she cried out. For whatever reason, this made her husband add another finger to her pussy and push in deeper. Her next cry was stifled by David’s mouth finding hers. He pinched her nipples, and she ground her body against his. John took to kissing and biting her neck.
Suddenly she felt like she was in the middle of a competition between them, and loved every minute of it. What made it even better, was the help from the sex-starved ghost. Each time she touched the men, she felt their bodies shiver against hers. Sometimes they even jerked, moving their hands on her in the most wonderfully, wrong ways.
The movie sputtered, and the wind picked up again, pushing at John’s back.
“Move to the isle,” she huffed, pulling away from David’s mouth.
As they moved, their hands falling away, her body cried out for more.
When they got to the isle, David fell backward. By the awkward motions of his limbs, she could tell he had been pushed. The incline of the floor had his head down below his body. For a moment, fear rippled through her again. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The harsh realities of fear based adrenaline ebbed and flowed through her, meshing with the needs of her flesh. David seemed to jerk, this way and that, on the ground. A force stronger than him, ripped his clothes from his body. The way his face twisted up, the sounds of pain and pleasure emanating from deep in his chest, told her that he could feel the cold hands on his body. The ghost was moving him as if she were tying him, spread eagle, to the ground.
Meredith shook from head to toe for many reasons. She wanted to touch and be touched by the mass of muscle and flesh writhing on the floor beneath her. Love bubbled up in her chest. The site of David’s hard cock, standing at attention, reminded her of how it felt to be fucked hard by her husband. Standing in the middle of a cold windstorm, one that obviously wanted her with two men, terrified her as much as it excited her. For a brief second she thought about how wrong it was to want her husband’s best friend too. That was until the screams on the movie started again.
She looked up to see a naked woman take a knife to her own chest. Blood sprayed all over the naked man on the screen before his girlfriend’s body fell onto him. Air moved up into her throat, yet before she could belt out a scream of her own, the unseen force directing them all pushed her down. She fell onto her hands and knees, her mouth inches above David’s erection. His hips moved, like he was fighting an unseen attacker, making his hard cock move back and forth just inches from her face. The red, shiny skin with the engorged veins taunted her.
Another wicked screech of terror sounded. Another girl in the movie had entered the room where the boyfriend was weeping, holding the bloody body of his dead girlfriend. The new girl’s terror didn’t last long before her head rolled to the floor. The source of the beheading was not even seen. It was like the ghost was saying, do it or die.
“I can do it myself,” she heard her husband yell above all the noise. Looking back, she saw him undressing, ripping his own clothes from his body.
He winked at her, but was thrown forward. He fell with his dick landing between her thighs, hard and ready to take her. For a moment, they both were breathless.
“Don’t piss her off,” she wheezed. “Aren’t you paying attention to the movie? We obey, or we may die.”
Lust, she swore, was in the air they were breathing. She knew she should be more afraid. Instead her focus was all on cock –well cocks. Icy hands grabbed her neck and moved her head down. She opened her mouth to take in David’s cock. He moaned, half pleasure and half bewildered, she thought, feeling exactly those sensations and emotions herself.
John’s cock forced its way inside her body in one thrust. She cried out around his friend’s dick as her body adjusted to her husband’s invasion. Without pause, John began ramming in and out of her. She matched his pace, with her mouth on David.
Another yell of bone-chilling terror came from the movie, but she no longer cared. However, when cold fingers found her breasts, she screamed. The air blew over the cock stuffed in her mouth, muffling the sound. John seemed to move even faster. David was now thrusting himself into her mouth, his hands holding the sides of her head. She stepped her hands up onto his thighs to slow him down, to hold him back some, before he rammed his dick down her throat. Her body moved on it’s own, trying to adjust to two men and a ghost touching her.
“Fuck, her hand is squeezing my balls. Damn, it hurts so good,” David growled.
“Ah…” her husband thrust into her harder and let out a hiss of pain.
“Are you okay, babe?” Meredith asked her husband.
His hands squeezed her sides as his tempo increased. He was fucking her so hard; she was right on the edge of coming.
“There is a ghostly cold finger in my ass,” he moaned.
Then, John’s hand along with a cold one, found its way to her clit. She lost all control. The orgasm, which had been building in her, tightened her muscles. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, almost more than she could take. The sound of the movie disappeared as her vision got blurry. She closed her eyes, feeling the muscles contract and then release, shooting burning sensations from her stomach to her limbs. The feelings of fire and ice meeting on her skin, along with the feeling of the air creeping and crawling over her skin, pulled a piggy back orgasm from her.
A scream of delight would’ve escaped her at that moment, but John started coming in her mouth and she could feel her husband’s hot sperm shooting inside her. The three of them came together, hard. Tight pleasure gave way to warm and relaxing relief. She felt the cold fingers on her shake, move over her torso and then disappear altogether.
Meredith swallowed David’s sperm as she fell onto his body. Her ear on his chest could only hear the sound of his rapidly beating heart. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her. John soon followed, his head on her back with his arms sliding around her waist. Silence filled the theatre other than the song of their calming breaths.
“She’s gone,” Meredith exclaimed, tears filling her eyes as she lay between two hot and hard male bodies. Her soft curves fit in perfectly with their angular planes.
Lifting just her head a bit she looked to the front of the old theatre. The credits on the screen blurred, as sweet music filled the room.
Welcome to the Inferno by Ana Hart
The smoke curled about my face, in an acrid dance, immediately setting my nose to twitching. I leaned back into my chair as far as I could possibly manage as I clicked my fingernails across the table to mark my agitation with the situation. I could only hope my facial expression did proper justice to the disdain I felt for that vile mortal practice.
“I can't even begin to understand why you entertain such a habit, Domniar,” I sneered, casting my voice just loud enough to be heard over the rhythm of the club, Inferno, as it throbbed and swayed about us.
Domniar merely rolled his eyes at me as he tapped his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray once more before returning it to his mouth and taking a long drag. His dark eyes remained hooked onto mine the entire while, gleaming with his quiet defiance as long tendrils of smoke groped outwards from his nostrils. I couldn't help but make a face. It was such a disgusting habit.
“Peace, Laria,” Domniar laughed, the cigarette bobbing at the corner of his mouth in time to his words. “I know you don't care for it, but it is a habit I'm only able to 'entertain' one night out of the year.” More smoke wisped past his lips as I watched. I clipped my fingers sharply against the polished surface of the table as my eyes flicked in between the cigarette and the eyes of my mate. Domniar grinned, seemingly amused by my agitation. “Oh, come on, Laria. Give me my one night.”
I leaned forward and with a determined movement, wrenched the cigarette right out of Domniar's grinning mouth. There was a definite feeling of satisfaction in snuffing out his precious mortal obsession, while he watched on in dark surprise. I smirked. Domniar scowled.
“Damn you, Laria,” he growled as his hand dove inside his jacket, surely reaching for another of the vile things. But I was quicker. Leaping up from my chair, I clipped across the concrete floor in my stiletto heels and was upon Domniar in the mere span of a moment. Fingers slipping through his long hair, I wrenched back hard upon the tawny dreadlocks of his current glamour, tilting his face upwards so that our eyes might meet once more.
“Damn you, Domniar,” I growled in response as I leaned downwards into him, one long leg hooking over the edge of his lap as I hunched my shoulders slightly to afford him a better view of my glamour's plunging golden cleavage. I watched his eyes dart towards the promising swell of my breasts, as if on command, and in that moment I knew all was forgiven. Broad hands spanned the curve of my hips, drawing me down into his lap so that I could feel the bulge of his excitement pressing upwards against the lace hidden beneath the hem of my short skirt, which had been hiked even higher along my thighs with my sudden change of seating.
Around us, Club Inferno writhed and thrummed, a beast brought to life only one night out of the year, a safe haven to house those creatures of myth and darkness –both those who lurked among the mortals, posing as one of them throughout the rest of the calendar year, or those like Domniar and myself, who had crossed over into the mortal plane with the weakening of the Veil. Vampires, lycanthropes, goblins, ghouls, witches, wizards, demons, and, of course, the beings of Faerie –those of the Summer Court and those of the Winter Court and then those wild Fae, like ourselves, who answered to no one. All were welcome within the club so long as they abided by the one golden rule: ‘Thou shalt do no harm to another within the walls of the Inferno. Unless they ask for it’.
There were glamours abound within the club on that night –some tame, others exotic, and even more that were almost too fanciful to pass for anything resembling a mortal. But it was Halloween, after all. A night of suspended disbelief; our night to put on a different face, to be someone entirely new, and to have a little fun while doing it. And the Inferno was the perfect place to go for such fun. The very air was heavy with the mingled scents of danger and sex –from the stage at the front of the club showcasing the most delicious acts of debauchery, to the dance floor where the creatures of the underworld and their mortal pets writhed in a single sensuous mass, to the darkened tables along the very edges of the crowd where the patrons could feast upon each other in the shadows.
Domniar's growl of desire rumbled against my chest as his fingers crawled along the small of my back, teasing against the waistband of my skirt for a few, long, tantalizing moments before those fingers dipped downwards beneath the fabric to stroke at the cleft of my ass. His bulge pressed ever harder against my swiftly moistening slit, insistent and unrelenting, fueling the flame that had sparked low in my abdomen. Moaning with encouragement, I arched into him, luxuriating in the feel of my silken top brushing against my bare breasts and over my sensitive nipples, teasing them into hard and needy points that begged to be sucked. The throb of the music that swirled around us, moved to the rhythm of my own heated pulse, and my hips soon fell in time with that intoxicating beat; grinding fiercely against his lap until Domniar finally bucked his own hips upwards to meet the warmth of my throbbing cunt, marking his impatience and his lust.
“You want it,” I breathed against his ear, as my tongue flicked out to curl around the silver hoop dangling enticingly from his lobe, sucking the piercing in between my lips, my hands blazing upwards along the hard planes of his chest, that his thin black shirt did little to hide, devouring every inch of him that I could reach with my fingers alone. It wasn't nearly enough. “Then take it,” I moaned around his ear. I was swiftly rewarded with the feel of Domniar shivering beneath my fingertips.
With a wordless groan, he grabbed at my ass roughly before lurching from his chair and lifting me up onto the table. The sight of him standing above me, dark and hungry, his bulge fighting for freedom from the confines of his jeans, his face framed by a dizzying halo of lights that flashed dimly from above, was enough to practically send me into a frenzy. Completely shameless, I reached down to pull my skirt upwards around my hips, finally revealing the skimpy confection of crimson lace to Domniar's wandering eyes. He licked his lips in response.
“That's my naughty Laria,” he rumbled, as one broad hand reached down to palm at my lace-covered sex, drawing another moan up from my throat. I must have been quite the sight, lying there upon the table, wanton and willing, with legs spread, back arched, pussy presented, and breasts threatening to spill out the top of my low-cut blouse. I loved the thought. Let the entire club watch if they so desired. I knew we wouldn't be the only couple giving into our wanton passions on that night, for all to see –but we would certainly be the hottest.
The pulse of the music changed from a deep, steady undercurrent of bass and percussion to a frantic tempo that roiled over us in a crashing wave of sound and passion. Around us, a mass of dark bodies writhed –faceless, nameless shapes drifting in and out of the dimness.
All the while, Domniar's hands swarmed over my lower half, the fingers of his left hand digging into the firm skin of my thigh, wrenching my legs even farther apart, while the fingers of his right slipped beneath the lace to stroke along the entire length of my smooth, moist slit before ending at the swell of my sensitive nub. Calloused fingertips encircled the spot, flicking against me in a rough caress and my hips bucked upwards of their own accord, demanding more. I saw the flash of Domniar's white teeth as he grinned at my reaction. Though his softly spoken words were lost to me under the current of the music that washed over us, I was sure that whatever he had said was meant to tease me. He did so love to tease me.
But I was in no mood to be teased.
Lifting my hips from the table, I reached down to push the lace panties over the curve of my ass, continuing until the skimpy garment rested about my thighs. I watched Domniar watching me, his dark gaze burning along the suddenly exposed, smooth expanse of skin that pulsed in between my legs. One broad hand snaking out, Domniar latched onto the panties and swiftly guided them the rest of the way down my long tanned legs, before carelessly casting them off into the hazy dimness. No matter. We would have no further need of them.
His nostrils flared as he leaned down into me, pressing his denim-covered groin against my aching slit. My breath escaped from between my teeth in a low hiss of desire, as I scraped my nails up along his back, digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. He bucked his hips into me and the friction of the denim against my swollen clit was enough to send my body jerking upwards, back arched, heaving chest presented for his pleasure.
Domniar took the bait. With a growl, he nuzzled his face into the warm swell of my breasts, as my hands swarmed upwards along his back to bury my fingers into his dreadlocks, pulling him in closer. I felt him chuckle rather than heard it –the shake of his shoulders, the rumble of his chest, the hot exhalation of his breath as it curled against my skin. His teeth scratched against me as he latched onto the low neckline of my blouse and I felt my pulse flare as he glanced up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He didn't even hesitate. The silk ripped easily as he jerked his head back, breaking free of my grasp so that he could destroy the top all the way down to my navel. My bared swollen breasts were revealed from the ruins of the blouse, pert nipples aching for a little attention. Domniar seemed only too happy to oblige.
I moaned darkly as his lips covered my right breast with a hungry insistence to suck my swollen nub into the warmth of his mouth, ravaging the sensitive skin eagerly with his broad and nimble tongue. I happily lost myself in the pleasure.
We moved as one –two beasts inhabiting one small space, one small moment in time. His hips rolled against mine in a lustful frenzy, stoking my fire, driving my frustrations higher as I silently cursed the layer of denim between us. We arched, we bucked, moaned, growled and groaned. The strains of a heavy beat rumbled against us and around us, holding us suspended in that moment of frantic passions. I trembled with my need of him, practically mad with my desire. I had no more patience for games.
I hit Domniar in the chest with the heel of my hand, shoving him roughly away from me so that I could get at the fly of his jeans. His lips curled back from his teeth in a silent snarl at my sudden ferocity, but he remained still and cooperative all the same. I had his jeans unzipped and halfway down his hips in a matter of seconds, but no sooner had I finally freed the expanse of his desperately throbbing shaft from its denim prison, did Domniar strike once more. His hands flew out to close about my wrists, latching in a tight vice as he slammed me back down onto the table, my arms pinned above me. The initial shock only lasted for a few moments at best before it was replaced by pure and indignant rage. His one night of freedom had made him arrogant, it seemed.
How dare he deny me.
I arched against my makeshift constraints, bucking and hissing, my eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as I snapped my teeth in my mate's direction. Seemingly unfazed, Domniar merely tightened his grip upon my wrists, his nails digging into my soft skin as he pressed down, crushing his body to mine. Ecstasy mingled with my rage and I lashed out –my teeth narrowly missing the tender curve of his ear– even while my hips drove themselves upward into his body, demanding satisfaction.
He entered me with one deliciously fierce thrust, driving his length home within the warm confines of my throbbing, needy hole. I cried out, my voice lost beneath the intoxicating beat, as I reared up beneath him –an animal lost to my passions.
There was no tenderness in the mating; there never was. There was only our passion, that raw and urgent need that I so craved. That I loved.
His hips drove into me again and again, riding my body with a wild abandonment, threatening to push me right off the table with each violent thrust. And he certainly would have if his hands had not remained like manacles about my wrists, keeping me securely pinned beneath him all the while. Being within the mortal world made him bold and for the moment, I was Domniar's prisoner.
His mouth fell against me, trailing sharp bites along the curve of my neck and down the line of my collarbone, his teeth nipping in time with the movements of his hips. The pleasure exploded through me like an electric storm, burning through my veins, sizzling beneath my skin, flickering in time with the dimly colored lights that swirled overhead.
My head lolled to the side as I cried out with my ecstasy and through the haze of my lust, my eyes locked with those of another. His gaze was cold and unblinking as he watched Domniar pounding into my hot center, his eyes trailing across our entwined bodies in a quiet caress. I watched him watching me, watching us, and it wasn't until Domniar finally released his seed deep into my body, with a rush of warmth and a dark growl of satisfaction, that a smile finally curled across the stranger's pale lips. My nostrils flared as I tested his scent. Undead.