Vampires, Witches, Demons and Darkness: Erotic Stories of Paranormal BDSM

By Matt Nicholson

Vampires, witches, demons and the rest of the paranormal players are hot commodities these days, but TV and the movies don't touch their kinky sex and BDSM potential. "Vampires, Witches, Demons and Darkness" features 7 stories you won't see on any screen, written by some of erotica's best writers. Fangs and spells mix with whips and chains for an erotic read you'll wish they'd option for cable.

Soulmate by Matt Nicholson - Thanks to a poorly concealed affair, Adam's future ex had him by the balls. The nastier she got, the more he wanted a shot at vengeance, one night to tie her down, fuck her comatose and punish her the way he always wanted to. That's when a phone call gave him just what he wanted--an evening of insane bondage, wild sex and brutal breast torment beyond his wildest dreams. But, it came with a price.

Bewitching Invitation by Jude Mason - During an erotic ritual, a coven of women captures a spy in the woods and decides to use her as the sacrifice to their god. In this case, however, 'sacrifice' means hours of naked, orgiastic bondage and erotic torment that eventually leads to His arrival. From there, things progress the way you'd expect of any god surrounded by a harem of writhing, naked women and a luscious, bound sacrifice.

The 13th Cell by Lee Ash - As the newest diocese priest, he was tasked with seeing to the spiritual needs of his flock, including the nuns in the convent's 'special' cells. 13 in all, each housed sisters who found absolution through bondage and torment of a more carnal nature, and it was his job to guide them all. He had 'assisted' the first 12 in finding penance, but there was something special waiting in the 13th cell.

Spellbound by Leo Bulero - Late on Christmas Eve, the village miller's lovely wife finds comfort in the arms of the church, as well as in the decadent arms of its priest. His gift comes wrapped quite differently than most, with rope, tight knots, pins and holy relics. And her exchange involves far more pain than comes with most presents. But it's when midnight arrives that the real magic begins.

Becoming Eternal by Matt Nicholson - Thanks to inspired marketing, vampires were the in-group. For some mortals, they became the goal. They called it 'becoming eternal'-trading one evening as the willing, submissive victim of sexual bondage, torment and blood lust for all the sex and perversion they could want for all eternity. For two women, it's a win-win, though the paths they choose to get there are anything but the same.

Love Bites by Jude Mason - They were two vampires sharing a life of insane, exciting passion. They hunted hard, played harder, experiencing glorious, erotic pain and pleasure that would last forever. But 'forever' ended the day he was killed in a fiery blaze. Years later, she finds herself naked and helpless in the hands of a mysterious captor whose sadistic use of her body stirs memories she'd long since left behind.

The Devil's Whore by Anonymous - The Lords of the Holy Office of the Inquisition have accused her of witchery and given her a chance to confess her sins. As always, the inquisitors are more than willing to help her along using the tools of their trade on all her best parts. This one, however, may surprise them. (Published only in this anthology)

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Oct 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465853851

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Vampires, Witches, Demons and Darkness:

Erotic Stories of Paranormal BDSM

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures

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This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with other another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions with strong BDSM themes. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Soulmate by Matt Nicholson

Bewitching Invitation by Jude Mason

The 13th Cell by Lee Ash

Spellbound by Leo Bulero

Becoming Eternal by Matt Nicholson

Love Bites by Jude Mason

The Devil’s Whore by Anonymous

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction by Matt Nicholson

Soulmate by Matt Nicholson

Bewitching Invitation by Jude Mason

The 13th Cell by Lee Ash

Spellbound by Leo Bulero

Becoming Eternal by Matt Nicholson

Love Bites by Jude Mason

The Devil’s Whore by Anonymous

INTRODUCTION

I was scanning through our stories, working on ideas for anthologies, and couldn’t help but notice how many of them dealt with paranormal themes. With vampires, witches, demons, rituals, and even one about angels. With Halloween just a few weeks away, I put a paranormal-themed BDSM anthology high up on my to do list.

It took some doing, but I finally decided the seven stories contained in Vampires, Witches, Demons and Darkness was a good mix. By my reckoning, the final count includes seven vampires, at least one demon, a pagan god, two lone witches and a coven. Then there’s a convent full of nuns and a few priests scattered about. Not that all nuns and priests fall in the same categories as demons and the like, but you have to admit, they often find themselves in the same place.

Looking at the seven titles, you can almost guess which story represents which group. I won’t spoil Soulmate by telling, but I will say the lucky (?) guy in the story finds his hands full with his oddly playful future ex, and not just in the literal sense. The coven I mentioned comes in Jude Mason’s Bewitching Invitation. While you can feel free to take the word ‘comes’ any way you please, I’ll say I’d be happy to find them practicing this brand of sex and masochism in a park somewhere near my neck of the woods.

The 13th Cell, by Lee Ash takes place in the convent. Imagine your wildest nun-related fantasies, complete with whips and scourges and rope and a dozen other toys and you’re good to go, well maybe. I almost held on to Spellbound for a couple of months, given the fact it takes place on Christmas Eve, but Leo Bulero’s story of the village witch and the local priest playing bondage and torment finally convinced me this was the best place for it.

Since no good paranormal anthology forgets vampires. Jude and I pull double duty with Love Bites and Becoming Eternal. The first gives you a bit of erotic insight into a long-term relationship between two vampires, while the second serves up a couple of delicious young mortals in their quest to live forever. In all three cases, it’s safe to say that necks aren’t necessarily the main course.

Finally, there’s The Devil’s Whore, published only in this anthology. It’s an Inquisition tale with a twist, and I’m not just talking about what the interrogators do to a nipple or two.

There you have it—seven erotic stories of paranormal BDSM. Enjoy!

~Matt Nicholson—2012~

SOULMATE

By Matt Nicholson

You’re shittin’ me!

"Do I look like I’m shittin’ you? She has me by the balls. The house and two-thirds of everything unless I give her the baby. Hell, even with joint custody, she gets half. And my goddamn lawyer says she’s being generous."

"God, man, who’d have figured she’d turn out to be such a bitch. When you married her we all would’a given our left nuts to be in your shoes. She’s a fuckin’ goddess. And those tits…"

Adam smiled ruefully, interrupting his friend’s commentary. "Well, I am giving my left nut. And you’d have thought ‘those tits’ were made out of fuckin’ platinum, the way she kept ‘em hid."

He tossed the rest of his second Heineken and slammed the empty down on the counter. "Now there’s a decent punishment for the bitch. Whip her melons bloody. I’d fucking sell my soul. And I’d throw in that nut she’s getting for free if I could get my teeth into ‘em. Bitch hardly even let me suck on ‘em. Treating her nipples like fucking jerky would serve her right. I’d make damn sure that not even all the money she’s raping me for would fix ‘em!"

Buddy gave him a consoling slap on the back, and shook his head as he scoped out the scenery inside the west side bar. Sounds like hell, man, but it ain’t worth losin’ a nut over.

Adam raised a brow at the comment. Bullshit it isn’t! Hell, punishing her like that’d be worth losing both of ‘em. Fair trade considering how she’s busted ‘em plenty as it is. Damn bitch is gonna walk off with two-thirds of my business, my retirement, the house, the ‘vette. All I’m getting are the fuckin’ bills. Yeah, I’d sell my soul for that chance.

You wouldn’t either. Get over it, man. It’s the way it works. If we’re lucky, they fuck us, then they really fuck us. At least we get round one.

"If I could get away with it, damned straight I would. I’d get the best fuck of my life and get even with the bitch at the same time. Yeah… damn straight!"

A frosted mug, filled with cold piss-colored liquid and overflowing with foam found its way into each of their hands. Dream on, bud. Us guys never get the chance.

Maybe not, but it doesn’t keep me from wishing.

~~~

Four beers and seven sets from a mediocre nightclub band later, their alcohol-slurred conversation was interrupted by the off-key cellular refrain of Mission Impossible.

Adam barely managed to get the iPhone to his ear without dropping it. Yeah?

Buddy was too busy stuffing a bill into a garter and watching plastic-filled breasts bounce in front of his face to hear.

Is this your idea of a joke? Yeah, well, fuck you, bitch!

Adam’s friend slapped him across the shoulder blades. Cool it, dude. You’re upsetting the entertainment. He looked from the bouncing distractions and pointed frantically at the cell phone.

Adam ignored him and yelled into the phone. You want me to come over now? Yeah. . . fine. . . whatever! He punched the end key hard enough to jam his finger. Fucking. Goddamn. Bitch!

What? What!

Adam stood up, knocking the stool sideways. She said if I don’t come over now and sign the papers, her lawyer will have the kids in her hands before the week’s out.

Buddy managed to shake his head while slugging down a gulp of Dos Equis. I don’t know man. Sounds like crap to me.

A red-head with real tits gyrated up to the two and focused her jiggling attention on the one that still sat. A drunken grin stretched across Buddy’s face and he waved a hand limply, dismissing his friend. Smack a tit for me, then, bud.

~~~

Even slightly buzzed, Adam couldn’t help but gasp when she pulled the door open. There the bitch stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a peach-colored teddy that left not a thing to the imagination. Since it had been over a year since he’d last seen her in anything besides courtroom business-grey, he granted that his memory might have been prejudiced a bit, but she looked hotter than ever. He gaped openly. Yeah, despite the botulistic cramping his stomach usually did in her presence, she was way more gorgeous than the image his sex-starved memory let him wack off too.

Chestnut brown hair that was longer and silkier than he recalled fell to the small of her back. Her sultry brown eyes seemed to hint at seduction he’d never know, and her gloss-glistened lips looked a bit more pouty, full and inviting. But it was her breasts that met him at the door.

They were even more impossibly perfect than he remembered. Slightly chilled by the evening air, they were covered in the slightest hint of gooseflesh. Her dark brown aureoles had pulled into tight, dollar coin-sized creviced circles, tipped by hard nipples easily a half-inch long. He felt his mouth actually start to water.

After several awkward moments, during which he simply stared at her shapely 34-Ds, she bent just enough that he found her eyes instead of her nipples. Once she had his attention, she stepped aside, planting her feet just hard enough so he could see her jiggle.

I couldn’t list my tits with the rest of the assets you’ll be leaving behind, so I thought this would serve as a reminder. Her laugh was brittle and cold. Come on in.

The thought of two-thirds of his life’s work slipping through his fingers helped him stay put. "You know, you’re a bitch, Lillith. I think maybe I’ll come back when you’re decent… excuse me… when you’re covered… you’re never decent." Feeling his cock throb, it took everything he had just to make the threat.

She shrugged—hard—making sure he’d notice. Suits me, little man. My attorney’s waiting for my call. She started to close the door, calling his bluff. I guess you can write the baby. Don’t expect much of a reply for a few years"

It was a one-two punch that worked. She’d taken to baiting him by calling him, little man ever since they separated. Combined with the threat to take his child, it served as motivation for him to plant his foot so that the door closed on it. Besides, even as she hit home with the ‘tits as assets’ thing, the scenery was making the situation more bearable. Not that he’d let her know that. He pushed past her. Go put on a fucking robe. You look like a slut. He silently prayed she wouldn’t.

She stretched, long and languorously, then purred, "You forget, little man, it’s my house now. She finished stretching, slid her open hands up her ribcage and over her breasts, pulling the thin nighty off over them, tossing it behind her. Then she ran her palms down her bare belly, hooked the scant pink underwear in her fingertips and pushed it down her long legs. As an afterthought, she tossed them at him. Here, you bought these. Keep ‘em.

He caught them absently, drawn back by her lurid display of total nakedness. While he tried to decide what to do with them, she handed him a sheaf of white papers. He stuffed the peach lace into a pocket, trying to rearrange his turgid, bent cock with as much nonchalance as he could muster.

Here, just sign on the last two pages. She’d sauntered away, heart-shaped bottom swinging, ostensibly for a cup of coffee.

Rid of her distraction, he made a quick cock rub run and started scanning the papers. It took about two pages before he almost choked. By then she was standing back beside him. She casually put one foot up on the seat of an antique cherrywood dinner chair, spreading her legs spread wide and making sure her freshly waxed pussy lips were displayed in grand fashion. It was more of her than he’d seen all at once during the entire two years they were married.

Smiling with saccharine sweetness, she leaned forward, letting her left breast brushed his arm. It wasn’t until the cool, gold metal draped across his triceps that he noticed the golden chain that ran from one freshly-noosed nipple to the other. In the time since she’d slipped the chain on, obviously while she was away, her nipples had turned a dark bluish-brown.

To his credit, what he’d read took precedence over what she showed, dark looped nipples or no. "Two thirds! What the fuck is this? The agreement was half, and I get joint custody, not two-fucking-thirds!"

Lillith dropped her foot to the parquet floor and shrugged, feigning dejection by pouting her lower lip. I’m hurt. You’ve wanted me to wear one of these for so long... Then she dropped the act and laughed while she twirled the chain in his face, deliberately tugging her nipples out in a long stretch. "You want them so bad you can taste it, little man. These gorgeous tits and my, oh, so delectable, nipples."

She slipped her fingers up one side of the chain until they ran up against the loop, then she pushed, tightening the golden noose so that her nipple bulged an angry purple. Stepping up onto the tips of her toes, she thrust her chest toward his face and shimmied. In your dreams, shit head.

As sudden