Creepy Short Stories Novels & Stories

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Cum , his cum , leaked slowly from her well-used pussy and trickled down her thighs. She stared at the ceiling, breathing hard, a dazed smile on her lips. “I still don’t believe in ghosts,” she whispered to the empty room. A deep, amused chuckle echoed beside her ear, followed by a tender, invisible kiss on her forehead. “Then I’ll just have to convince you again tonight.”

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her up from her knees. Making her squeal in pleasure as he did so. With globs of his thick white cum still sticking to her face and dripping on her clothes, he bent her over, reached forward and ripped open the top of her trousers.In no time her black trousers and a deliciously innocent set of white panties were on the floor around her ankles once again.

They returned to the palace to set up and then wait for their beloveds to return and enjoy the magical night they planned. The shivering that had been waving through Cleo’s body slowly stopped as more and more blood seeped out of her body and into the snow-covered ground underneath her. Cleo had felt the connection to Kryon growing after that first New Moon celebration, and as the Dhampir grew inside her. She could feel his emotions, and sometimes she thought she could hear him in her head.

“Hey Mom, Anna wants me to sleep over tonight… Yeah, we’re having a girls’ night. I’ll be home tomorrow. Love you.” Dinner finished in a silence filled with anticipation. When we got back to the car, Bruce didn’t start driving right away. Instead, he reached over and placed his large, warm hand on my thigh, just above my knee. He squeezed gently, then began caressing slowly upward, his fingers tracing the soft skin under my skirt. I shivered, parting my legs slightly without thinking. His hand slid higher… higher… until his fingers brushed against the front of my panties. “Fuck, Mira,” he breathed, voice thick. “You’re soaking wet already.”

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

The swollen head looked angry and ready, glistening as he positioned himself to plunge into whichever tight, begging hole he chose first. The air crackled with filthy, electric anticipation... mother and daughter still on their knees, breasts heaving and shiny, pussies dripping and aching emptily, both of them shamelessly begging to be filled and used.

REMI “I’m going to fuck you so bad and make you come right here by the road side over your car door, you would be screaming and moaning so loud, people would have to come here to find out what’s going on” I trembled at his words, my need and fear blending together at the same time at his promise.