Dark Heat
A dark paranormal erotica short story
Synopsis: A werewolf on the run, Andre finds himself trapped in an abandoned plantation home where a ghostly temptress, once an exotic dancer in the dark cirque, has a century of sexual frustration about to hit a boiling point. After watching him for weeks, what happens when a night hidden in the shadows turns into manifesting much more with this ghostly dancer?
NOTE: This erotica includes the text version and audio version. The audio version is located at the end section of this erotica.
Disclaimer: This story is intended for adult audiences of 18+ who enjoy paranormal erotica.
Dark Heat
“Leave me.” Andre growled annoyingly. His brothers exchanged a mischievous glance, turning over in their minds all the ways they could potentially take down their younger brother.
“Fine.” Adrian said with exasperation.
Andre was growing tired of their presence with each passing moment. His hands rolled into fists at his side, causing the rippling muscles of his torso to flex into sharp rises. This created a rigid dimension to his body... Strength, wrath, and fury clearly echoed in his veins.
“You both try constantly being hunted down by your own pack for a crime you didn’t commit!” Andre barked at Adrean and Sam, the flicker of crimson red visible in his narrowed eyes that looked far more wolf than man.
“Just leave me.” Andre said in a low, demanding growl.
His brothers took a step back and both put up their hands, knowing they were better off retreating at this point. “Alright… we’ll leave you. There’s a meal and few bottles in the kitchen...we’ll be back tomorrow after the pack meeting.”
With that, the brothers left, looking defeated. Andre knew his brothers meant well, but having been on the run from his own pack for months now had changed him. After Alpha’s female, Lana, was found ravaged and in pieces, and Andre was the last person she had spoken to… or slept with… let’s say, there wasn’t a lot of trust after that.
The only members willing to believe him were, of course, his brothers. And even then, Andre wasn’t fully sure if his brothers truly believed him, or were there out of family obligation.
This abandoned plantation had been his only source of company these past few weeks. A town in the middle of nowhere somewhere in the South. To be honest, Andre didn’t even know where he ended up when he stopped running.
Seeming to be abandoned for a century, this seemed as safe a place as any to hide out. Hide… Andre despised the word. But for his immense strength, he was no match for a 100+ angry werewolves.
The truth was, he liked it here. Alone...quiet...aside from the melodic humming of a ghostly resident. He had seen her out of the corner of his eye…an hourglass, translucent figure. But in the moonlight, she almost seemed solid.
He enjoyed watching her… there were tales of apparition that were woven all throughout the world-behind-the-world, as the paranormal creatures called it. But this was his first encounter with such a being...and she captivated him.
Andre knew the lore… humans rarely, if ever had the ability to see apparitions. Creatures who live with one foot in the human realm, and the other in the-world-behind-the-world… They were different. As if those with “gifts” had a different set of frequencies they operated on, allowing them to see beyond the veil.
It was late, nearly midnight. This was when the melodic humming would be heard from the halls, echoing a melancholy sweetness and sensuality that engulfed the senses. Andre could swear he could even smell a rich, luxurious perfume faintly in the air just before her figure would appear. He had seen her dancing through the halls, wrapped in a black lace robe that clung to her silhouette. In the moonlight, he would see the faint hem of a stocking and garter when the robe would gracefully spin open as she spun in a pirouette, sending shivers through his groin, as well as the rest of his body.
But the most enchanting thing about her was the performances she would reply… in the grand hall of the house, a large silk rope would fall and her form could be seen falling gracefully in tumbles, the silk wrapping this way and that, under and over her body in precise and poise.
He had heard rumors of a dark circus that passed through the South, only to be met with disdain and mobs. A mysterious woman who no one knew much about had bought this house, and had been found later to be part of that same dark cirque. Nearly a century ago, she was found dead after attempting a new performance for the Cirque and falling from her silk. The name the locals called her was “Eve.”
Andre remembered feeling a pain deep inside for her when hearing that… to die doing what you loved. And to love something so dangerous, she must have been what the wolves called a “demon chaser”.
But… Andre also had a dirty little secret: The idea of this woman being the apparition that resided in this house with him also aroused him.
He loved to watch her. He would purposely look past her, through her, and ignore her entirely so as not to startle her in case she had awareness of consciousness. Not all ghosts did, as he had learned from the stories the elders told, some were cursed to be stuck while others cursed themselves.
At first, he wanted to study her. She clearly had a higher level of awareness than what he had heard apparitions to have...often bending as if to smell a rose in the garden under the full moon. Interacting with the animals and stray dogs that found their way now and then on the property.
Now, he enjoyed watching her for...other reasons.
Since Lana’s death, he had sworn off chasing females, never wanting to allow himself to get stuck in a situation anywhere close to what currently kept him on the run. Not that he loved Lana… everything was jus fun and games.
But, he had no idea she was the current female of the Alpha until she was found dead.
Andre never anticipated what could have happened that night. He was determined to find the killer and clear his name, but sadly every clue turned up empty. Andre resigned himself to life as he knew it now...alone, cold, and a wanted wolf.
His ghostly dancer was the only light in a very dark place...but with each passing day, the urge for physical touch grew.
He and his brothers were quite handy, and while the property was clearly abandoned, the water still ran and a local witch one of his brothers kept as a “fuck buddy” had drunkenly agreed to put an enchantment on the property to give it electricity (and hot water).
It made the place comfortable enough, and with a history like it has, the locals stay far away from the gates of this manor.
Which was good for Andre. Not just for keeping himself out of sight, but leaving him ample ability to keep his ghostly temptress well within in his.
After some time of eyeing the apparition, he noticed that her paths through the house started to change. Regardless of where he was on the property, she would appear in a nearby corridor or hall. The scent of her perfume would float on a breeze and soon after, a silver shadow from the corner of his eye. The humming would grow louder and without fail, she would appear. Sometimes leaning in a doorway, casually smelling a ghostly rose, or seeming to stare at him hungrily, biting her bottom lip, her shimmering fingertips gliding down the front of her robe, sometimes even beneath.
After some time, her frustrations would seem to annoy her and her figure would disappear, leaving Andre heated, hard, and deeply longing.
Andre grabbed the bottle of red wine his brothers left and bit the cork, popping it with ease and spitting it into the sink.
With several large swigs, he entered the massive stone bathroom, setting the bottle down, and lit several candles. The illumination helped him to see her features better, and he wasn’t about to miss an inch of her dancer’s body.
His heart began to race as he turned on the water. He was tired… far more tired than he thought.
Its true, he hated the daylight… he often didn’t see her in the light. After several weeks, he would leave the property during the day and hunt for Lana’s killer. The constant, never-ending hunting was wearing on him. It wasn’t long after his first encounter with the ghost that he began looking for evidence as to who she may have been. It seemed the only ones who still knew the stories of the old manner were part of demon communities.
A sense of relief and excitement washed over him as he stepped under the cascade of steam and water. It flowed over his back, causing his limbs to feel almost weighted as they relaxed.
Andre inhaled deeply…that sent… you’re here…
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Mmm…what I wouldn’t give to feel the heat of your skin… She thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip. This ghostly form was left only with the memory of her senses, but when she was near him, they were so strong she almost felt alive again.
Lathering a bar of soap, he leaned back against the rock wall of the shower, allowing the cascade of water to run down the front of his body. He had clearly been hunting again...his body covered in sweat and grim, as if he had been climbing through catacombs. The visage that surfaced under the grim was extraordinary. He had the face of a powerful and debonair man, but his body was unnaturally beautiful as if chiseled from marble. Greek statues would cower at the sight of this being.
Captivated, and fully lost in thought, Eve remembered others she had met in the cirque talk of encountering men so devilishly handsome, they were left breathless, dizzy, and in need. These creatures were part of a different world… she had lived with one foot in each while alive and seems so too, now in death.
She was no stranger to entertaining men, a talented temptress on stage and in silks. Bringing the captivated to their knees had always been almost too easy…she loved it.
In all her years both alive and in death, she had not come across a creature that caused her to lose her breath.
Until now.
If her heart were beating, it would have stopped at the sight of him under the flowing water.
Eve bit her bottom lip hard as Andre began to glide his lathered hands over his chest, under and down his arms, and over his hips. His slick muscles in his torso provided a breathtaking display of definition and carnal lust.
Up until now, she had not had a chance to thoroughly gaze on his form… she would gladly remain a ghost frozen in time in this moment if this was the sight she had for eternity.
She studied how his muscles flexed, how his body moved.
As the soap dipped lower, her eyes followed. She held her breath as she watched him lather between his legs, his large, scarred hands slide over his long shaft, around the flesh hanging behind it, and his thighs while she was left lost in thought. Exquisite… was the only word she could think.
She wanted nothing more than to touch him, feel him, run her own hands along every line of his body. She wanted to feel it flex around her, and the shaft grow within her. As her eyes continued to follow his hands, he began to glide his hand around his cock several times, in painfully slow motion. She let out a small gasp and her lips curled into a mischievous grin.
Her eyes flashed on his face and she nearly stumbled through the wall. His gaze was focused on her. No… he can’t see me...he can’t…
She steadied herself as she watched him, his hand continuing on his pleasurable journey.
She didn’t want him to stop, but had to know if he could see her...did he know she was watching him?
Eve had been a talented seductress while alive in a dark cirque across Europe and the US.
But her talents extended well beyond the stage...she was a talented businesswoman as well. She was able to charm and seduce nearly any man (or woman on occasion) and enjoyed turning men into fumbling, gaping, mindless pleasure-seeking beasts.
It turned her on beyond measure, no orgasm needed...although...those were fantastic as well.
She had to know… Eve’s wicked grin grew into a cat-like stare. She drew one hand up to her neck to give it a light stretch and allow one side of her sheer robe to fall past her shoulder, exposing the round globe of one perfect breast, perky, milky white with a hint of a petal pink nipple.
While Andre’s eyes did not defer, the twitch in his cock and low growl deep in his throat told Eve everything she ended to know. He CAN see me.
She wasn’t about to play his game...he was going to play hers. “So you see me, do you… I have seen you too… I have seen you change in the moonlight and I know what you are.”
Still his eyes did not falter, but the growl grew louder. Was his hand still soaping his cock? Hmmm…
“I know you watch me dance...and I know the primal urges that plague your body in the middle of the night, leaving you breathless and heated.” Even motioned closer to Andre, exposing more of her breast.
“A dark, carnal, heat...that I’ve never seen you satisfy..” She watched as his hand slowed, but continued to massage his throbbing cock.
Her eyes narrowed....”why is that? Do you like watching? Do you like to…tease yourself.”
The slight quickening of his strokes spoke for him, because his stoic stare continued to look right through her gaze without so much as a blink.
Eve glided closer to a flickering candle, knowing it would help to give her spectral form substance.
Her breast still exposed, she lifted the open hem just under the belt, shifting her foot o rest on the edge of what used to be her tufted vanity seat, now covered in dust and vaguely reminiscent of the deep sapphire blue that used to be.
The robe fell open, exposing the top of a thigh high stocking, held up by two dark garters. His gaze went further still, revealing ebony lace covering the smooth mound between her legs.
The growling deepened still, and a snarl grazed across his lips.
The red flame in his eyes would have scared the living...she was already dead...why not play with the fire?
Eve inhaled, gently squeezing her plump breasts together, causing the other side of the robe to crumple to the floor and disparate.
Acting surprised, she covered her milky white breasts with one hand and turned as the rest of the robe fell away into nothing.
The moment her backside turned to face Andre, the room filled with a tension that even she could feel in the ethereal plane.
Heated, lustful… Excitement…
If she had been human, the hair on the back of her neck would be standing on end. The feeling of when a predator is about to attack their prey.
After a few moments, Eve raised her arms above her head in a stretch that arched her back and accentuated the ample peach that Andre left Andre's fangs beginning to peek from from his snarling lips.
“Turn around.” Andre’s voice was leather and velvet, dripping in heat and blood.
Eve had no idea what she had gotten herself into, or why the sensation of fear and unknowing was making her feel more alive than dead.
She wanted more. Could ghosts feel….aroused?
She faced him, fully exposed, and stood with her hip cocked to the side provocatively.
Andre gave a tight grip to his cock before dropping his hand to his side. His member twitched in excitement at the sight of her fully exposed to him without the robe. He watched her dance and twirl in for so long, longing to see what lay beneath. He wanted to see more…
“So, it speaks…” Eve said before she had fully realized what words had just left her lips. True, she had always been something of a brat, but this would have been insanity in her past life.
“Undress.” His snarl was so heated, Eve was sure there was more steam in the room coming from his intensity than the water that continued to flow over his rippling body. She was captivated by the glittering red flames dancing in his eyes and without hesitation, obeyed.
Her hands in a swift, fluid movements unclipping the top hem of each stocking. She unclasped the garter around her waist, revealing the sensuous and blessed figure of a dancer. Just as the robe, the garter floated to the floor and disappeared in a seamless motion.
Eve’s fingertips played with the top of the lace panties she wore and as she peeled them down her body, slowly, teasingly as one would an ice cold citrus fruit on a hot summer day.
Her stockings remained at the top of her tight thighs, but as she stood up, Andre’s eyes widened.
“Perfect…” he growled with an other-worldly tone. The devilish grin widened into a demonic smile. The vein in his cock jumped as it twitched in excitement. She knew damn well he was dripping with more than soap.
His eyes scanned her entire form with piercing intensity, trying to memorize every bit of her. So often, after seeing her form dance he would try his best to remember her, but his mind would play with him, leaving him wondering if she had been a dream. But it was a dream he didn’t want to wake from.
His gaze locked on her breasts, imagining what it would be like to suckle, lick, nibble, bite….and fuck her ample cleavage. His mind drifted to he image of sliding his cock between her breasts, but he quickly regained his thoughts to the present. She was here...she wasn’t going to let this ghost disappear on him tonight. He needed release.
She felt a jolt of pleasure spark through her as he rubbed his tongue over a protruding fang.
“You could see me...and you never said anything...why?” She asked as she floated closer to the shower.
“I liked to watch you...I heard of creatures like you in my travels...but you are the first apparition I’ve found.” He said cooly.
Eve allowed her eyes to travel down the glazed body of the werewolf. Instinctively, her hands ran over her own waist and over her breasts. “Can you feel?” He asked in an almost demanding question way as he watched her hands.
“No… but when I’m near you I… remember. It’s so powerful that I can almost...almost feel. I want to feel...more.” Her gaze locked onto his eyes as she stepped forward again toward the water.
In all Andre’s travels, hiding, and researching, he had never heard of a sexually charged ghost. Perhaps in stories of a succubus, but none of this fit the bill for a succubus.
Her plump breasts seemed to glisten as if soaked in water as she stepped beside him. The generous curves of her ass looked smooth and strong. Her demeanor was that of a confident temptation, allowing her breasts to proudly stand at attention.
As if compelled, his eyes continued to scan her body. Every inch of her is carved, as if painted by a master artist of the Gods, charged with capturing the sensuous curves of the Goddesses.
Her tiny waist could easily span the width of one of his large hands...
What he wouldn’t give to wrap them around those ample breasts. The lines of her figure left his body in more need than he had ever known before.
His eyes met hers once more. He had never seen her so close…
She had sultry, seductive piercing sapphire eyes that were wise beyond her frozen years.
She was hypnotic. His urges began to take over further as his body arched toward her.
She is merely inches from him, seeming more real than he has ever seen her before.
The smell of her perfume overpowered the lavender soap he washed himself with.
The water seems to glitter like electrical sparks off her ghostly skin...she almost seems bewitched.
Her hands reach out to him… wanting to touch his skin. Her energy, strong and passionate, raided off her ethereal form in waves.
“I wish I could touch you… I wish I could… “ As if a lightbulb had gone off in her mind, her features perked up in excitement.
“Touch yourself” she asks beneath her breath. “Please… it excites me so to see you pleasure yourself…. I remember what a cock feels like inside me, to touch it...tease it… the pleasures of the flesh I miss so much. Please… touch yourself…”
Andre growled in response, taking hold of his hard member, he was happy to provide a show for his ghost, but the urge to be inside her only grew.
Her hand began to reach out with shining dark nails. As her fingertips touched his chest, a feeling like an electrical charge mixed with prickling danced on his skin.
It didn’t feel firm, but radiated from the initial spark, through the rest of his body.
He wanted to grab her, pull her close and ravage her, But he knew if he reached out, he would be met with water and air.
But… he felt compelled to try. “May I touch you?”
Startled for a moment, Eve hesitated but wanted so much to feel the pleasures of the flesh. “Yes” she replied slowly.
Her sultry words were like a stroke to his cock...her words vibrating through him like a frequency that only he could hear.
With one hand still gripping his cock, his other reached out to her breast. He wanted to kiss and suck every inch of her until she clings to him like a starved animal. He wanted to drag his tongue over her jutting nipples.
The need to engulf her, ravage her, and cage her body with his own began to take over.