Fematales Supernatural

By Carl Hose

"Fematales Supernatural" is a collection of erotic horror stories featuring women who are as sexy as they are deadly. "Fematales" contained stories featuring deadly females of the human variety. In this collection you'll find killer babes of the otherworldly kind, including ghosts, zombies, werewolves, vampires, aliens, and more. Graphic tales of lust and horror to keep you up all night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carl Hose
• Release date: Jan 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452433615

Carl Hose

About Carl HoseCarl is the author of several works of fiction, including "Deadtown and Other Tales of Horror Set in the Old West," "Fematales Unleashed," "Dead Rising," "Dead Horizon," and "Pornocopia."Carl’s work has appeared in the zombie anthology "Cold Storage", which he co-edited. His work has also appeared in "Champagne Shivers 2007," "DeathGrip: It Came from the Cinema," "DeathGrip: Exit Laughing," the horror-romance anthology "Loving the Undead," the erotic paranormal ghost anthology "Beyond Desire," the "Book of Tentacles", "Through the Eyes of the Undead," "Silver Moon, Bloody Bullets," and several issues of Lighthouse Digest.Carl’s poetry appears in the zombie poetry anthology "Vicious Verses and Reanimated Rhymes."His adult credits include fiction in Bi-Times, Swinging Times, Ruthie’s Club, Oysters and Chocolate, Good Vibrations, Three Pillows, the erotic anthology "Frenzy," and his erotic collection "Pornocopia."Carl’s nonfiction has appeared in The Blue Review, Writer’s Journal, and the horror film essay anthology "Butcher Knives and Body Counts."

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Fematales Supernatural

Carl Hose

MARLvision Publishing

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 by Carl Hose

Cover art © 2011 by Marcella Hose

Table of Contents

Introduction

Lola Lollipop

The Back Room

The Breeding

Over the Edge

Glory Days

Souls Mates

Song of the Sea

Good Snuff

Until the Fat Lady Sings

The Girl Who Took His Heart

You Make My Flesh Crawl

Hunger Forever

Sweet, Cold Centerfold

Stopping for a Bite

My Father’s Blood

Waiting on the Moon

Swamp Woman

Introduction

Fematales is a name I created by combining the words fatal and females. Fematales Supernatural is the second book of my fatal female stories. The first collection contained fatal females of the human variety. In this volume you’ll find deadly women of the otherworldly kind, including ghosts, zombies, werewolves, vampires, aliens, and other assorted creatures who are as sexy as they are deadly.

Speaking of sex, there’s lots of that between these covers too. As in the first book, sometimes sex is the driving force behind the killing and sometimes it isn’t. The only thing certain is that the sex is graphic.

For those of you twisted enough to imagine the deadly women in this collection in all their naked glory, welcome to the nightmare.

Lola Lollipop

Mark could barely contain his excitement when his plain brown package arrived by UPS. He tore away the wrapping and uncovered a box decorated with a hot blonde in socks and panties.

Lola Lollipop.

She was the newest technology available, as close to the real thing as you could get, and for the $800 Mark had slapped down for her, the fucking doll better walk, talk, and suck dick like a whore on Saturday night.

She was life-size and wearing cotton panties and socks, just like the front of the box depicted. Not some cheap inflatable toy either. Lola was CyberSkin—a technologically advanced material guaranteed to look, feel, and smell like real flesh.

Mark touched one little pink nipple. Firm yet flexible. He twisted and stroked it, amazed by its response to his touch.

He posed Lola on the couch, her legs apart, her cotton panties stretched over the swell of her pubic mound. He tugged them aside for a peek and was pleased to find a pussy as plump and sweet as any he’d seen in real life.

Not that he’d seen all that much pussy in real life. Real women weren’t exactly knocking down his door. His sexual experiences were limited. It didn’t matter, though. Lola’s pussy was still better than anything he’d seen.

He peeled off Lola’s panties and examined her up close. Her lips were smooth, with a small triangle of blonde curls on her mound. He parted her plump outer lips with two fingers, exposing realistically rendered folds of pink flesh. He pushed a finger into her and discovered she even felt wet.

He put his head between her legs and licked her CyberSkin pussy. Damn, you even taste real, he said, pleased with his purchase.

He took out his cock and grabbed two handfuls of Lola’s long blonde hair. How ’bout a little head, he said, thrusting his hips at her.

No doubt about it, CyberSkin was the real deal. He could almost feel her hot mouth sucking, her tongue teasing him, and her hand . . .

. . . sliding up and down his cock . . .

Holy shit, he said.

She was jerking and sucking on his cock. The ad hadn’t said anything about moving parts, but here she was, pumping her soft hand up and down on his cock, working him just like a real girl would.

Ain’t technology grand. . . . he said, groaning with pleasure as he enjoyed his new fuck toy.

She worked him into a fever pitch. He closed his eyes and moaned louder, not able to hold back. Best of all, he didn’t have to. Lola would let him do whatever he wanted, never offering an ounce of complaint. He grunted and let her have it.

Suddenly Lola was limp again. He let her go and she plopped against the back of the couch, her legs spread wide, a smear of cum on her chin.

I must be losing my mind, he said. I thought for a minute . . .

He shrugged it off, got a beer from the kitchen, and came back to the living room. After pulling Lola’s panties up, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom.

Nighty-night, he said, unceremoniously dumping her into his closet.

He checked his watch. Tonight was bowling night. He never missed bowling night. It was a bright spot in his otherwise dull week—an excuse to hang out and get loaded. Besides, Tanya would be there. She was a little on the needy side, but she was good for the occasional piece of ass.

At the bowling alley, Tanya was on him as soon as he came through the door. He noticed her nipples right away, all hard and pointy through her top. She was a little on the plump side, but still cute enough to bang.

He felt her up between rounds of beer and bowling. She cheered him on. Her tits jiggled and bounced, and every time Mark bowled a strike, she would wrap her legs around him and give him a big sloppy kiss.

It was late when he got home. Lola was waiting for him in bed, her panties in a crumpled heap on the floor and her legs wide open. One of her hands rested on her pussy, as if she’d been playing with herself until Mark came home.

Then he realized she was not in the closet. He’d definitely left her in the closet. He looked around the room, thinking someone had been in his house while he was out. Maybe they were still here. He grabbed an aluminum bat from under the bed and did a quick search of the house, relieved to find no one there.

How’d you get out of the closet? he said to Lola.

He was talking to a fucking doll.

Mark stared at Lola a long time. The bitch had sucked his cock earlier. She’d jacked him off, and now she’d come out of the closet to drive him crazy.

He tore his clothes off and climbed on top of the doll. He cussed at her, grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her, then turned her onto her stomach and forced her legs apart. You . . . fucking . . . bitch, he grunted, punctuating each word with a stab of his cock.

He twisted his fingers in her hair, jerked her head back, and tried to force his tongue into her mouth.

That’s when she bit him.

Mark tore his mouth away from hers. She was moving now, rocking back against him, panting and breathing hard, begging him to fuck her. They reached a climax together that left Mark numb with exhaustion.

He rolled away from her. She rolled onto her side to face him, propping her chin in one hand, and looked at him with big blue eyes.

I’m not dreamin’ this, am I? he asked.

Not a dream, sugar, she said. I’m real, at least for now.

You’re a fucking doll.

Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself, Lola shot back.

Can’t be real, he said. I’m goin’ screwy, that’s all.

Lola spread her legs wide, letting Mark’s cum dribble from her pussy. She put his hand between her legs. Does it feel real to you?

You’re a freak, he said. Just a piece of rubber.

She was offended. CyberSkin, she said. As close to real pussy as you can get these days. She played with herself some more. Come fuck me again. You know you want to.

He rolled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He grunted with every thrust. She jerked and moaned under him until he released came. This time Lola didn’t come with him. She went limp, her eyes wide and lifeless.

He took her to the bathroom, tossed her in the tub, and ran the shower. It was time to clean the bitch up. He didn’t like the effect she had on him. He felt out of control, like reality and fantasy had come together in a conspiracy to send him to the loony bin.

* * *

Sunlight filtered in through the blinds. Mark woke up when he felt the bed move. He rubbed crust from his eyes. Lola was on her knees beside him, offering a cup of coffee. I thought you might need this, she said.

Mark accepted the coffee. He didn’t dare take his eyes off Lola, afraid she might go limp again.

I suppose you want an explanation? she said.

An explanation? he asked, incredulous. You got one?

I’m your dream girl. I’m here to make you happy. You want that, don’t you? She gave him no time to answer. Of course you do, and I can make it happen, but you have to help me out.

How do I help you out?

I’m only real for short periods of time, but there’s a way to change that. There’s a way to make me real forever.

Forever?

Forever, but I need blood. Blood from a girl you fuck.

Blood from a girl I fuck?

All you have to do is fuck her. Leave the rest to me.

She reached under the blanket and stroked his cock. When he was hard, Lola went under the blanket and started sucking him.

I’ll do it, Mark said.

But Lola was no longer sucking. She’d gone limp again.

Mark pushed her away and stared at her for a long time, thinking maybe it was too late. Maybe he’d already lost his mind.

It didn’t matter. He knew what he was going to do.

* * *

He sat at the bar and sipped his beer, occasionally glancing at the entrance. Tanya came bopping in a few minutes later.

Thanks for inviting me out, she said, sitting beside him.

They drank a beer together, then Mark paid the tab and took Tanya to his place. They wasted no time. Tanya was hot and horny. She wrapped herself around Mark as he backed her into the living room. They fell together to the floor. Her legs opened automatically. He settled between them and reached under her skirt to tear her panties off.

Mark caught a glimpse of Lola in the shadows. He pushed Tanya’s skirt up higher as he fucked her. His brow creased with the effort and he dripped sweat onto Tanya, driving into her with savage thrusts, each one reminding him that he was bringing Lola to life.

Tanya arched her back and squealed as she climaxed.

Kill her, Lola said, stepping out of the shadows.

Mark looked at Lola, then at Tanya.

"Kill her," Lola said.

Tanya tried to turn her head so she could Lola. Mark grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until her eyes began to bulge.

She finally went limp. Her jaw relaxed and her tongue rolled from her mouth. Mark kept fucking her until Lola brought him a knife. He took the knife and cut away Tanya’s dress, then he opened her with the skill of a surgeon.

Lola leaned over the girl and fed on her while Mark took Lola from behind. Afterward, he dragged Tanya to the basement. He intended to dispose of her corpse tomorrow, but tonight he wanted to be with Lola.

That’s it? Mark asked.

Not yet, Lola said.

I did what you asked. I fucked her. I killed her. You got your blood.

Not enough, Lola said.

Not enough?

I need more, she said.

How much?

As much as it takes.

How much? he demanded.

Does it matter? You’ll bring me what I need. You want me with you, so you’ll bring me what I need.

He knew she was right.

* * *

He went shopping the next day. His purchases included sexy negligees, bras and panties. He even bought outfits Lola could wear when he brought her back to life for good. As an after thought, he added make-up, perfume, and tampons to the list.

On the way home, he stopped at a bar called Jay’s. He drank two beers and thought about Lola. She was all he could think about these days. While he was in the process of paying his tab, he saw a pretty girl sitting alone at a corner table. She was blonde and thin—all tits on a tiny frame. Normally he wouldn’t bother approaching a girl like that. She was out of his league for sure. Malibu fuckin’ Barbie. Things were different now that Lola had come into his life. His confidence level was in the stratosphere. He was un-fucking-stoppable.

After buying Malibu Barbie a drink, they engaged in pleasant conversation. He asked her to a movie and lunch, which was followed by a stroll in the park.

Malibu Barbie was actually Shelly. She made it clear to him she wasn’t usually this quick to spend so much time with a man she’d just met. She said he seemed nice. Mark took advantage and invited her to his place.

They shared a bottle of wine on the couch. There was kissing and fondling, and it wasn’t long before Mark coaxed her into the bedroom.

There was more kissing and fondling. Clothes fell away haphazardly. Mark was on top of her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear lobes. His fingers teased her pussy, stroking the lips and probing the wet entrance.

Shelly guided his cock into her. She arched her back when she came. Mark threw his head back like he was howling at the moon as he came with her.

They lay together afterward. Mark felt her breasts rising and falling against his chest. He could sense Lola behind him. He rolled away from Shelly.

Lola brought the knife down quickly, plunging the blade into Shelly’s stomach. It made a wet sucking sound as she withdrew it. Shelly was still alive, clutching at her wound.

Lola tossed the knife to Mark. Finish her, she said.

Mark dragged the blade across Shelly’s throat. Lola climbed onto the bed and began to feed on her. She looked up at Mark, her face smeared with blood. "I want you to share her with