Hannah knows all the stories of the werewolves that live in the forest beyond her village. She knows they’re dangerous and that she should never venture into the woods after dark. But the wolves are calling to her, and Hannah doesn’t know how much longer she can resist their invitation. She’s never been touched by a man – what unspeakable acts will Hannah be forced to endure if she answers the call of a pack of insatiable werewolves?
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This is a short, stand-alone story of 12,000 words, describing a wolf-man encounter. No cliff-hangers, HFN ending.
I’m running, running from the creatures in the woods. I know now what it is that they want, what they need.
I saw everything.
Layla was there, my friend, spread-eagled beneath one of their hairy forms, moaning and writhing. The sounds she made! Pleasure and pain mixed together, her voice rising and falling until she let out a howl to compare to the very creatures themselves.
Are they still chasing me? My heart is beating so loudly I’m deaf to all else.
Why, oh why, did I follow Layla into the forest? Why didn’t I run home when I had the chance?
I’ve heard all the stories and I knew what could happen, and still I came. Curiosity is an urge that few can resist. And now I’m caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and I cannot escape.
They are following!
I can hear padded feet trampling the leaves on either side of me. They’re close. From the corner of my eyes, I count the moving shadows. Five. Six. Seven. How many creatures are chasing? How many will have their way with me before this night is over?
I suck another fiery breath of air. My lungs burn. I cannot run much further, and the safety of the village is still so far away. I must face these creatures and in doing so, face the desires that burn deep within me.
If I’m honest with myself, truly honest, then I know that part of me wanted to be caught like this. Part of me – the wicked, wanton part of me - wants to know the truth about the werewolves that haunt our woods.
And now I’m going to find out.
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My demon master has taken me to Hell. Here, I will undergo my punishment for calling him to the mortal plane. There will be pain and there will be pleasure. He will devise exquisite torture, and make me perform for an audience of demons. Asim is here too, and he will undergo the same trials as I. At the end, the demons will choose a winner; one mortal to return to earth, the other to remain in Hell. Which shall I be?
This story features BDSM elements; whips, chains, dominance and submission. It also features voyeurism, finger play, fist play, rear entry , a demon with a very, very large appendage, and a pair of imps who like to join in on the action. Not to be read by the faint of heart.
This is an 8000-word short story, and the conclusion of the 'A Slave For The Demon' Trilogy.
There was a shimmer in the air all around us. Red mist swirled up from the ground, making whirling eddies around Asim and I. Each eddy began to solidify, growing denser and larger, until we were surrounded on all sides by a dozen or so demons of all shapes and sizes. Tall and short, twisted, stretched thin, bent and hunched, red demons with twisting horns clamored around us, watching the two of us with malicious black eyes. Each of them had imps on their shoulders like my demon master, two exact replicas of themselves. All were naked and all were male, with huge - - of various sizes and thicknesses hanging down between their legs. They spoke to each other in a deep guttural language that I could not understand.
I watched them uneasily, searching the crowd for my own master. He materialized a moment later from the red mist and strode towards where Asim and I sat. The other demons drew away from him as though frightened.
A surge of something: lust, love, and desire to serve, flooded through my being at the sight of him. He was the finest specimen of the demons; taller and broader than the rest and perfectly proportioned with rippling muscles, broad shoulders and a tight waist. His face was more angular than any human's with a jutting chin and high pointed cheekbones, yet he was handsome in a devilish, unforgiving sort of way. His delicious - - hung down between his legs, the size and girth of a bull's. At the sight of his meat, wetness spread between my thighs. I would do anything to feel him inside me again. I would take whatever punishment he dished out.
My demon master stepped forward until he stood close to me. The heat of him radiated towards me like a furnace. I wanted to rush towards him and feel the delicious agony of his scalding skin.
He gazed down at me with cold, black eyes then turned to address the other demons. "I have brought some pets for our pleasure." His voice was a bass rumble. "They must be punished and re-educated. What shall we do with them?"
"Impale them on spikes!" yelled a demon.
"Set the imps on them!" yelled another.
My demon master raised a black-clawed hand and the crowd fell silent. "I propose a competition. At the end, I shall choose one of my pets to take back to the mortal realm. The other will remain here and you may do as you wish with them. Is that acceptable?"
There was a murmur of acceptance all around us.
"It would amuse me to watch my pets mate first. Then we can decide what is to be done with them afterward."
It took me a moment for the demon's words to sink in.
He wants Asim and I to - - ? In front of all these demons?
My demon master turned his black eyes to me. "Go on, little pets. Show us how you - -."
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Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red.
Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year.
The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting...but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red...
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I did not know when I awoke that today would be unlike any day I'd ever known before. Today, I was picked for the Master and freed from the slave pits. I have been chosen as a sacrifice for a demon called forth from Hell. A demon of insatiable lust. A demon who demands utter obedience, inflicts pain, and takes whatever he wants. I will be all his, utterly and completely. I will pleasure him in every way I know how. I want him, more than I've ever wanted anything before.
This story features BDSM elements: whips, chains, dominance and submission. It also features voyeurism , a demon with a very, very large.... appendage, and a pair of imps who like to join in on the action. Not to be read by the faint of heart.
This short story is 8000 words. It is the first part in the three-part series. It does not have a cliff-hanger ending and can be read stand-alone.
"The glass of the mirror frosted as though covered in ice and then it shimmered and suddenly Master Asim and I were no longer reflected in it.
Instead, there stood a monster, a demon. He was seven feet tall and completely naked. His skin was the red of fire, and his hair was black as coals, with two horns rising on either side of his head. His face was all angles and plains; with high cheekbones and a chin that jutted unnaturally. Eyes, dark and filled with malice, roamed the room. His frame filled the mirror, thick ropes of muscle bulging from his chest and neck, but my eyes were drawn downwards to the giant - - that hung down his leg, the size of a bull’s.
What would that thing look like when erect?
Upon each of his shoulders sat a tiny imp, exact replicas of their master but no bigger than the length of my forearm. They were dwarfed against his enormous bulk. Behind him, I could see only flames and bare rock, and with horror I knew that I must have been looking into the depths of Hell.
The demon came forward and ducked his head. He stepped through the mirror and was suddenly in the room with us. Immediately, I could feel his warmth radiating towards me like flames. I could not draw my eyes away from the demon's member, swinging as he walked.
"Oh, great Lord!" called Master Asim, though it would seem that here he was the servant. "I have brought you this morsel to satiate your lust!"
The demon turned its black eyes towards me and smiled, showing rows of sharpened teeth. When it spoke, its voice was a booming rumble that thudded inside my skull. "You belong to me now," he said. "Please me, and I shall give you ecstasy beyond your imagining. But displease me…" His face grew angry, and I quivered with fear and expectation.
The demon stepped closer.
Asim moved away, taking a seat in the chair behind us. I could see the lust and excitement on his face. Whatever was going to come next, he was going to be a spectator and he was going to enjoy it.
"You are to do exactly as I say," said the demon. "You will not speak, will not make a noise, unless I order it. You shall do nothing, touch nothing, unless I order it. I own you, completely. Understand?"
I swallowed and nodded.
The demon smiled his sharp-toothed, malicious smile. He reached out a single, long, black-clawed finger and touched my shoulder. A burning pain jolted down my arm the moment his nail laid against my flesh. I looked down to see a strange symbol, glowing on my skin where the demon had touched me. The demon pinched the corner of my robe. The dress disintegrated beneath his touch, turning to ash that floated around me as the last tendrils of material disappeared.
I was completely naked and at the mercy of a demon.
"Over there. Hands and knees. Now."
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