erotic horror stories and histories

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters herein depicted are over the age of 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here. All BDSM activ...

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters herein depicted are over the age of 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here. All BDSM activ...

She swam out to the cove late in the day, concerned that he hadn't returned yet and that none of the resort staff or guests had seen him since that morning. The sun was low in the sky, but she knew she had a few hours before nightfall and was hoping she could find him before then. She suspected he had taken a nap as he was prone to doing that after a swim, and that he hadn't noticed how late it was getting. As she swam through the warm water in a tight-fitting one-piece swimsuit and breathed through the pla...

The Mad Scientist's Daughter


(Working title)


By J. M. Best

One night, while in the mood for fun and trouble, Elsa found her way down to the laboratory. A creature of the moment, she had no plan. She rarely did. Instinct was her guide in most affairs, and her instinct told her that both could be found down there. And even if it turned out to be a letdown, it was something to do....

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters herein depicted are over the age of 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here. All BDSM activ...

Note: This story is adapted from an audio script I wrote and shared on Reddit with the same title and username.
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It's just after ten when I park the car outside of the house. It took much longer to drain, process and dump the body than I had initially estimated. I finally walk in, staggering with two heavy milk crates. I can hear her bedroom door slam open. Her bare feet race up the stairs with swift silence....

A pleasure house come dining experience; catered to your every need. Or so the glossy brochure reads.
Essentially, an elevated red room. As discreet as it is expensive. A den where vampires come to quench their thirst when blood bags fail to satisfy.
How long has it been since I fed my lusts with a warm body? Years? Decades? Gone are the old days where I could snatch a hearty meal from the street....

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters herein depicted are over the age of 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here. All BDSM activ...

Hi again guys!! Time for my second story here! I'm particularly proud of this one. As always, leave your thoughts and comments. Lexis story may continue if y'all like what's happening so far.
It was one of the hottest summers on record, yet, as she stood there staring at the old, dilapidated mansion that towered over her, Lexi had chills. It was something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but it wasn't enough to make her have second thoughts. She'd waited years to own a home with Justin. Now that dre...

The Gothic Study
She lay upon a couch of deeply tufted leather; leather dyed a color darker than spilled burgundy, lighter than clotted blood. Although the air in the study was almost chilling, a thin film of perspiration formed on her back, buttocks and thighs. This effect, more of adhesion than lubrication, held her transfixed to the smooth leather, somewhere behind her the mechanical punctuation of a pendulum clock monotonously accented the silence....

It's Halloween night. We decided to go out for a walk at Central Park. I was dressed up as a handsome deviland Lavitz was a sexy witch. It was most likely 9pm and the festivities was still going strong. We were celebrating until a man came to us.
Hey guys. Be careful out there. There's a rapist that's lurking around here. He always appears on Halloween night....

Parasite Dawn - Part 6

Bartholomew Cawl had to make a house call. Not for faith, or for final rites, or any of his usual duties.
No. He needed information. History. And only the elders of Donstorf would have what he needed. If they had what he needed.
For he only had a few writings. Scrawlings, really. Of something that had happened over a century ago. More. It seems few records were ever really kept of why the Ettenswood was not safe to venture into, why it was cursed. He knew that superstitio...

Prologue
A cool wind filtered through the tall grasses in the clearing, a refreshing break to the humid heat of the rainforest that had been plaguing Jude on his hike in a deep forest in the Appalachian Mountains. Jude was a senior in his school, looking all American and fairly unremarkable. He was five foot seven. A splattering of freckles crossed the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were a soft hazel color. The teenager wore a white tank top and black Adidas pants, something easy to embark in a journey...

In the next two weeks a remarkable series of events occurred in that kingdom.
Surprising accidents befell two of the demon-prince's most trusted counselors, men so loyal to him that they'd never dream of betraying him. One was discovered stabbed to death behind a most-disreputable brothel, causing a scandal whispered about by friend and foe alike. The other was found slumped over in his study, dead of an apparent heart attack, and if this seemed peculiar to anyone given his youth they found it prudent to...

Monster Sex On A Hot Jungle Night


Starring Natacha 3


by The Preve


based on "Jungle Night" by MB109-DA featuring Natacha3


The Author wishes to express his deepest thanks and appreciation to MB109 and Natacha3 for their permission in writing this story.

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The following erotic horror story has themes of horror, non-consent sex, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read....

It was a brisk autumn morning, the bitter type when the wind and rain sting like splatters of fat from a hot pan. Dianne was swiftly making her way to the coffee shop. A small, quaint place, she had frequented for years while at Cambridge University. She entered and rung out her umbrella, flustered, the grey morning left outside. She sat in her favourite spot, a deep brown leather armchair that was worn on the edges. It was surely an antique and it made her feel comforted and protected. She could watch the ...

Authors Note:
I hate to do this, but I really hate how you only get 60 characters to describe your story, so here's a better synopsis:
Pam Thomas is living a great life being a successful businesswoman in Creekville, ME. Owning two thriving businesses, enjoying the great outdoors, and loads of sex between men and women. However things take a turn when she is being stalked by a strange creature in the woods. Soon she will realize the creature wants to mate with her and she may not have a choice....

They were already laughing when I woke.
Not a cruel laugh. Not joyful either. Something between, a purr, a whisper, a rhythm in their throats that was not quite human. It echoed against the velvet walls of the Hollow, slipping into my skin like breath on the back of my neck. I didn't shiver. I didn't move. I simply listened....

So with the big event to look forward to, the time up until spring break seemed to slow down to a fucking halt. You'd think every second would be vacuumed in a blur, but alas. Spring break wasn't until Monday. Well, it was practically Friday, but it wasn't until Monday that Faith would return to pick me up. After giving her Mom's number, Faith called her and they had apparently talked it out....

When we last left off Countess Crimson Von Payne, the sexy but deadly and evil vampire dominatrix was on her way to the apartment of the webmasters of the vampire hunting site Fangkillr. Her plan is to get the passwords of the site so she can find out the location of all these annoying little vampire hunters that keep getting in her way of enslaving every man in the world, then enslave or dispose of them....

A Perfect Fuck Doll
Can you hear me? Good. That hum--feel how it wraps around you. Low. Heavy. Unshaking. The room breathes. Not with lungs, but with function. Constant. Controlled. Watching.
Now... open your eyes. White. Not just on the walls--in the air, like the color itself is exhaling. Not warm. Not soft. This isn't a dream. There are no corners to crawl into. No window to throw yourself through. Only light. Flat, endless, mirrored light. You've never seen this place before, have you? Of course n...

The next month in the demon-prince's kingdom was... intense.
My display had caused no small degree of comment, and my destruction of the chief sorceror had created a power vacuum, and no small number of important nobles made themselves heard on the subject.
Some wanted me humbled, and punished for my insolence, but these were few in number and weak in spirit, and the cries of the weak are ignored by the strong....

He didn't sleep. Not because he didn't want to--but because he couldn't. Every time his eyes drifted shut, her voice stirred at the edge of his mind like smoke curling under a locked door. Not words, not quite, but vibrations of want so loud they echoed between his ribs. He lay in bed, slick with sweat, the sheets soaked through, his cock half-hard and twitching like it still remembered the shape of her cunt. His body wasn't his anymore--it was wired for her, synched to her hunger like a moth to flame....

I didn't fall down.
I fell inward.
My skin, my breath, my thoughts--pulled through a spiral of sensation and surrender. The dream had no edges anymore. No ceiling, no floor. Just pulse. Just breath. Just her.
Sarassis still hadn't touched me. But she didn't have to.
Her presence alone undid me. Like watching the tide swallow cities--beautiful and inevitable. Her eyes drank me in, not hungrily, but knowingly. With the patience of a being who has seen countless mortals break....

I'm in a dark room. I don't remember how I ended up in the room, only what happened before.
I was at a club downtown. It was that time of night when they open up the basement venue and start letting people in through the back. Anyone could skip the line by paying double. Two of my mates, who'd come along for some fun and moral support, had already left to grab a six-pack before the beer store closed....

Zombie x f x f Vore gross filth mindbreak
Description: A Princess and her protector, a priestess, must investigate a town. It turns out to be infected with zombies and ghouls.
Tag: Princess, Priestess, zombie, vore, gross, filth, mindbreak,
"It's too quiet," Maeve said as her and Ashana approached the village. The only sound to be heard was the clinking of Maeve's plate armor as she walked....

I woke inside the dream.
Not drifting into it, not slowly slipping, but waking. As if I had opened my eyes in another world, one that was already watching me back. Awareness didn't dawn gently. It struck like lightning through the spine. One second I was nowhere, the next I was here, and here was not mine....

"Holy shit."
Vanessa could think of no other words that more clearly expressed her feelings as she stared up at the huge, crumbling, monstrosity of a manor house before her. She had just inherited the house and grounds from a long-lost relative she had never heard of. Based on the photos and description from the lawyer handling the transfer of deed and title, she and her husband, Michael, had quit their jobs and left their lives in the city to move out to the middle of nowhere to fix it up and turn it in...

Do you know what it is to be summoned?
It's a soft, slow, gentle pull that begins almost imperceptibly and then increases, and increases, and increases, until you feel as if you're being sucked through a straw by a giant. There are ways to resist, and ways to evade, and ways to delay, but I had no interest in such trickery this time....