Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (32 page)

He snapped out of his reverie, refocusing on Adlar with a
lazy, secretive sort of smile. "Then I hope you fare well in that,
Hunter."

Something in Alois' tone sent a jolt through him, and suddenly
his senses were alive.
Not here, not
now.
He swallowed hard, fighting back the
array of sounds and smells, but one scent stood out, something
familiar that he couldn't quite place. It was going to bother him
until he discovered it. In spite of himself, he sniffed the air,
trying to pin down the source, but was overwhelmed by the smell of
blood, sweat and alcohol in the inn. "Do you have a dog around here
somewhere?"

Immediately Alois' blood, running hot with the thoughts of
fresh blood, turned to ice. "No, we don't keep a dog here.
Sometimes village folk bring one in, but it doesn't stay." As if to
prove his point, a huge grey cat made its presence known as it
jumped onto the bar. It meowed demandingly at Adlar.

"Means I have to scrub down the inn again, I guess," he
laughed. Trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh." Adlar looked surprised. "Must be what I smelled then.
Not that it stinks in here, mind you, but in Averglow , animals
weren't allowed inside the inn." He was babbling, trying to cover
his near-slip. "What's his name?"

"Wulfgar." Almost on command the cat meowed again. "There's a
few others around here somewhere. Probably sleeping on my clean
beds." Alois laughed again. "Averglow ? That's quite a long
way."

"It is. But I'd rather not talk about it, grateful to be away
from it." Adlar smiled, lifting his empty tankard. "Damn. Another
round?" He asked with a wink. As Alois moved to refill his mug, he
took a moment to really look at the man. There was something about
him that intrigued Adlar. His eyes raked over the man, from his
well-toned arms and chest, down to his hips that swayed a little
with each step, back up to his handsomely rugged face, short messy
hair and sideburns. There were scars on his face, probably
reminders of his adventuring days, and a curious faded red tattoo
both above and below his eye. Adlar felt his face heat
momentarily--Alois was certainly an attractive man.

"Most certainly," Alois purred. He knew flirting when he
received it, and just how to give it back, doing some unnecessary
flexing to open Adlar's next mead bottle, and his own.

He'd had the opportunity to look Adlar over when he'd first
entered the inn and definitely liked what he saw. Long, braided
dark hair with beads and feathers--a nice touch--with a prominent
nose and when he turned his head, Alois saw the blue inked ivy leaf
on his neck, the symbol of Mystfell. Toned arms, but not too big
and muscular, and from what he estimated, a cute ass.

Perfect. Alois knew he'd be smitten with Adlar by the end of
the week, if not before. "Glad you're enjoying it."

"This isn't local stuff, I can tell." Adlar felt his face heat
again, and hoped he could pass it off as simply being in his cups.
"I assume its a mix? Personal recipe, yeah?" He felt that familiar
twinge, the beast inside him raised its head to sniff
around.
Not now.
He thought again, trying to push it away. He turned his
attention back to Alois, watching the man move. His cock twitched
at he watched muscle move under skin, clothes pulled taught across
his broad shoulders, a single bead of sweat rolling down the side
of Alois' neck. The beast within him howled.

It probably would have been a comfort to Adlar to know he
wasn't alone. The beast in Alois was answering to Adlar; straining
and chomping at the bit. "Mmhm. Glad you have enough taste to
notice. I guess the folk here have drank so much of it they don't
even care anymore." Despite trying to keep his voice light, some
huskiness seeped through.

Desire was already taking its toll on Alois. Passion ran so
much closer to the surface for werewolves, he figured, and base
desires were very strong. Like the urge to, well,
mate
. To grab Adlar's
shoulders and force him down, to
submit
, earn that right to mount
him--Alois took a breath. A deep breath. Suddenly, he needed his
pipe--but didn't dare move to get it, lest Adlar see the bulge his
halfhard cock made in the thin pants he was wearing.

"I've got some Reserve in here somewhere, too, if you're
feeling fancy." By the gods, it was so difficult to keep his words
sounding
somewhat
normal.

Adlar swallowed, "That'd be a real treat." He reached down,
ducking his head under then bar as he searched for his coin purse.
He took a deep, quiet breath, closing his eyes for a moment, trying
to push away unbidden images that had come to mind, images of Alois
undressing, of himself on his knees in front of the man, Alois with
his fingers tangled tight in his hair, forcing his head down and
his mouth closer to his cock. Adlar took another deep breath,
sitting up, certain his face gave away his guilty thoughts. He
placed some coin down on the table, "Before I'm too drunk to
remember." He forced a laugh.

"I'd have given it to you at a discount--don't worry." There
was still a rumbling purr in Alois' voice no matter how he wanted
to hide it. "And I'd have reminded you in the morning." Maybe there
was something about wolves, he thought, being able to sense desire
in a room. Heightened senses of
everything
thanks to his
secret.

He bent and stuck Adlar's coins next to the rest of them on
the shelf below the bar, grabbing a bottle of Reserve for his
guest. He wanted to fuck Adlar, bend him right over the bar and
wreck his ass until Adlar couldn't even walk to his bed. Then
make
damn
sure he
wouldn't walk for a few days. "If I needed to. You don't look too
tipsy to me, but I've been wrong before." He chuckled again, biting
his lower lip as fantasies continued to assault his
mind.

"Like I said, its been a while since I've had a good drink
like this." Adlar noted the way Alois' voice seemed deeper,
huskier. Adlar smiled. "I'm feeling it." He wondered for a moment
how Alois might react if Adlar began stripping his clothes off, if
he begged Alois to fuck him, his mouth, his ass,
anything.
He took another
deep breath, before lifting his mug. "Cheers."

"Cheers, Adlar." Alois' voice still had that husky tone
because his cock was still hard. Harder, actually, imagining
cock-bruised lips and those flushed cheeks, with a little added
topping of his own, so to speak. His wants were never
usually
this
intense. "I'm giving it to you hard--half price. I
mean."

Now it was Alois' turn to flush for slipping up like
that.

Adlar looked up quickly, mouth falling open. Did he just hear
that right? He was afraid to ask, but at the same time, he
desperately wanted to know. "Alois--" The name came out a hoarse
whisper. He cleared his throat. "So, do you, uh, run the inn
alone?"

"All alone." Alois bit his lip, trying to gauge Adlar's facial
expressions. Was he reading them right? "Not a customer tonight,
either. Just my cats."
Please let me fuck
you
. "It can be a--ah--a lonely place, late
at night."

"No one else here?" Adlar reached up, unbuckling his armour
and dropping it onto his travel bag. He hoped he was right about
Alois as he unlaced the top of his shirt, showing some skin. "Its a
bit warm in here, I hope you don't mind."

Damn
. Alois knew, at that moment,
that he and Adlar were going to fuck--tonight. Hard. "Adlar." He
purred the man's name again, and then reached quickly across the
bar. Adlar's shirt bunched up in his powerful fist as Alois pulled
him practically across the counter and against his waiting, greedy
mouth for a brutal, searing kiss.

Adlar moaned into the kiss, hands moving to the bottom hem of
his shirt. He tried to pull it up over his head, but Alois' hands
were in the way. Desperate, he ripped the shirt, forcing Alois to
relinquish his hold on him long enough to lose his shirt. His
fingers went to the lacings on his pants, and he prayed to every
god listening that Alois wouldn't have a surprise customer that
night.

As soon as Adlar went for his pants Alois practically leapt
across the bar with supernatural agility to grab at him. It was
bestial, animal passion and lust as he nearly ripped his own
clothes off. His cock was swollen, slapping against his taut
stomach with nearly every movement he made as he grabbed at Adlar,
running his fingers--his claws--over the man's skin.

His teeth grazed tender flesh as he tried to find his way back
to Adlar's mouth and claim it again, growling all the
while.

The scent was back, stronger than before and suddenly
Adlar
knew
what it
was. "You're a wolf." He breathed, words turning into a moan as
Alois' teeth moved over his skin. "Gods, Alois,
fuck me
!"

"So are you."
Gods yes.
"Oh, gods, Adlar." Alois growled deep in his chest
and unapologetically shoved Adlar down against the bar
hard
, just like he'd
fantasized. His muscles rippled as he kept the squirming man pinned
down, even though Adlar was only squirming to thrust his ass back
at Alois to present himself, utterly for the taking.

So Alois did. He spat on his hand and gave his thick cock a
squeeze and then slammed it home, spreading Adlar apart nearly all
the way through. Alois didn't even pause before he began fucking
him so
hard
, so
beast-like, that the whole bar rattled. Every thrust drove his
enormous cock in to the hilt, balls slapping hard against Adlar's
skin.

"Yes," he growled, tilting his head back. The wolf in him
howled triumphantly as he
claimed
Adlar, fucked him, made him Alois' own.

Adlar half-shrieked as Alois' cock slammed into him, his ass
clenching tight with each thrust. "
Fuck,
Alois
!" He moaned, nearly sobbing as his
fingers scrabbled to get a good grip on the bar-top. He moaned
again, arching his back as Alois' cock brushed against that spot
deep inside him. "Alois," he panted, "I've never--oh
fuck
!" Adlar hoped Alois
understood what he was trying to say, and appreciated the
significance of it.

A sweat broke out across Alois' back as somewhere, dimly, his
sex-addled mind processed those words. Adlar had never been fucked
before--Alois was the first.

Mine,
the wolf inside him roared, and
Alois moaned aloud. He fucked Adlar even harder after that, trying
to make his toes curl and his feet even leave the ground. "Mine,"
he said aloud for both of their benefit, and slammed himself inside
of Adlar's tight asshole as far as his body would let him. It was
not enough. Adlar's searing, tight
sucking
heat enveloped his cock in a
way he'd never felt before. It was impossible to keep from riding
him like this.

"Oh gods, yes,
yes
!" Adlar moaned, shoving himself back onto Alois' cock with
every thrust forward. "Alois, just like that!" His cock was rubbing
against the bar counter, leaving a slick trail of precum along the
wooden top. He moved one hand down, trying to slide it between his
body and the bar, needing to feel
more
, more friction, more skin, more
of
anything.

Even if he had wanted to stop, at this point Alois wouldn't
have been able to.

The wolf had taken over, though his shape was still that of a
man, and Alois could do nothing but fuck. "Take it," he heard
himself say, and almost didn't recognize his own voice. The wet,
slapping sound of sweaty skin hitting skin continued; erotic in and
of itself, but he could also hear, with his lust-heightened senses,
the sucking sound of his cock pumping in and out of Adlar's
stretched and abused asshole that so voraciously re-enveloped his
cock every time he thrust it forward.

It only served to incense him further, trying to split Adlar's
legs like he'd split his ass just so he could see if the other man
could take even more.

Adlar cried out against the rough treatment, but made no move
to stop Alois. His fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing in
half-hearted attempts to stroke himself. There wasn't much he could
do besides lie there and accept the brutal fucking. He pressed back
again, submitting to Alois, the man's name spilling from his lips
with other mumbled words. With every growl of the wolf on top of
him, with every thrust, Adlar found himself closer and closer to
cumming.

The submission was delicious; Alois could nearly taste it on
his tongue. He scented blood, too, and groaned.

His cock was skewering Adlar's ass so deep he was amazed it
hadn't killed the writhing body beneath him. "You taste it yet?" He
asked, chest rumbling as he leaned forward to press his hairy chest
to Adlar's smooth, sweaty back. He felt the muscles there moving
beneath skin. "You feel my dick in the back of your throat,
whelp?"

One of his powerful hands met Adlar's at the other man's cock,
squeezing the base. There were more tremors to the clenching of the
ring of muscle stretched around Alois' cock and, sensitive as he
was, he
knew
Adlar
was going to cum soon. He couldn't have that; he was nowhere close
and wanted to ride this high to the end.