Tale of the Farm: A Shadowlust Series Story

By R.K.B Kirin and K Bell

An erotic short story of supernatural desire in the new Shadowlust Series by K. Bell and R.K.B. Kirin.

Caroline is a fan of horror films who finds herself lost on the road and forced to look for help on a dark, creepy farm. The next thing Caroline knows, she is thrown into a shocking, shadowy world more frightening than any movie. She encounters an well-endowed incubus who clearly wants to get know her much more intimately, while a beautiful, ghostly woman and her disarming consort appear claiming they want to help her. But there is a secret that Caroline must learn. One that will change her entire life.

Will Caroline become trapped in a nightmare she cannot escape? Or will she find herself in a sensual dream she never wants to leave?

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.K.B Kirin
• Release date: Dec 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311968975

R.K.B Kirin

Writer of erotic, short stories with supernatural and horror themes. Other themes of upcoming stories will be giantess sex. Cover art and illustrations by the fantastic artist O-mac (who also did the profile image) or the 3D artist ChromaDrake.Please leave feedback or comments. It's always great to hearing from readers.http://rkbkirin.blogspot.com/

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Tale of the Farm

A Shadowlust Series Story

by K. Bell and R.K.B. Kirin

Cover Art by C. Drake

Copyright 2015 K. Bell and R.K.B. Kirin

Smashwords Edition

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Table of Contents

Story

Epilogue

Connect with the Authors and Cover Artist

Other Books by the Authors

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Caroline stood at the entrance of the old, run-down barn, trying to decide if she should go inside. The sun had set long ago, and the night was moonless. The inside of the barn was lit, but the ominous, red glow emanating from deep within the decrepit building was hardly inviting. Caroline did not see that she had any other choice. She had gotten lost, and her car had barely managed to reach the isolated, little farm before running out of gas. Her cell phone was not getting any bars, and there was nothing else around saved dark fields and countryside for miles.

Shivering, Caroline brushed her limp, blonde hair back from her eyes. She wished she could have found a brightly lit gas station that offered lottery tickets and cheap beer instead of a creepy, run-down farm. She wished she had not been driving out on a night so still and hushed that the darkness seemed to press around her like a sinister, physical presence. But mostly, Caroline wished she had not been dressed in clothes that were nearly as revealing as any bikini.

She did not know what had possessed her to wear the tight, denim shorts which showed off every inch of her slender legs and far too much of her rear. She could not even remember buying the uncomfortable pants. They clung so snugly to her hips that she could barely slip her cell phone in a pocket. Worse, the pants kept hiking up between her buttocks, but when she tried to tug them down she could feel how they revealed the pink thong she wore underneath. Caroline could remember buying the thong at least, but she had never been brave enough to wear it before. She wondered why she had chosen to wear it now. Her long-sleeved, plaid shirt should have been a modest garment, but the buttons down the front had fallen off one after another. Caroline had been forced to tie the shirt below her small, pert breasts leaving her midriff bare and showing an embarrassing amount of cleavage. Caroline consoled herself that at least she had a pair of sensible sneakers on her feet.

Nervously, Caroline shuffled the soles of those sneakers against the ground. She noticed how the yard in front of the barn was eerily quiet. There were no chirping of crickets or rustling of animals or any other night sounds to be heard. She glanced over at the two-story farmhouse across the yard.