For
a change of pace, today I’m featuring my collection of dark
paranormal erotica Fourth World. Most of my work has
happy endings, but these stories are more ambiguous. They’re also
among the most sexually intense things I’ve written.
Please take the time to comment. You could win a copy of this
collection, and maybe the grand prize.
Fourth
World: Erotic tales of monsters, myths and magic
Dark
paranormal erotica – MM, MF, MFM
Enter
the fourth world - a world of lust and shadows, where anything can
happen.
Obsessive
passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal
desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for
beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex
addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An
innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A
spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and
greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a
luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex,
and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally
terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters.
Excerpt
(from “Renfield’s Lament”)
“Master
Carl?”
My
eyes
trained
respectfully
on
his
scuffed
boots,
I
stand
back
to
let
him
enter.
The
door
swings
shut
behind
him.
He
fists
my
hair
and
forces
me
to
my
knees.
My
cock
surges
inside
my
pants.
“Don't
speak
unless
I
ask
you
a
question,
boy.
Understand?”
“Yes—yes,
Sir.”
I
feel
vaguely
guilty
bestowing
that
honorific
on
anyone
but
my
true
master.
Keeping
my
gaze
straight
ahead,
where
an
impressive
lump
distorts
his
worn
dungarees,
I
catch
a
whiff
of
gasoline
and
old,
sour
sweat.
His
hand
goes
to
his
fly.
I
hold
my
breath,
my
heart
slamming
against
my
ribs.
“So
you
want
me
to
cut
you?
That's
what
you
said,
right?”
“That's
right,
Sir.”
He
peels
the
zipper
down
and
hauls
out
his
massive,
uncut
cock.
“Suck
me
first.
If
you
do
a
good
job,
maybe
I'll
get
out
my
knife.”
I
have
no
opportunity
to
reply.
He
mashes
the
head
of
his
dick
against
my
lips,
pushes
them
apart,
and
drives
his
rod
down
my
throat.
When
I
sputter
and
choke
around
the
rigid
plug
of
flesh,
he
draws
back
a
bit,
letting
me
gulp
air
into
my
lungs.
Then
he
rams
back
in,
but
this
time,
I'm
ready.
I
suck
at
him
like
a
kid
with
an
ice
cream
soda,
swirling
my
tongue
over
his
bulb
and
tickling
the
ridge
beneath.
He
groans
a
bit.
His
blunt
fingers
clutch
my
shoulders
to
hold
me
still
while
he
thrusts.
He's
found
his
rhythm
now,
a
hard,
fast
plunge
followed
by
a
slower
withdrawal.
My
lips
cling
to
the
sleek,
steely
bulk
of
him
each
time
he
retreats.
Despite
the
funky
smell
of
his
jeans,
he
tastes
clean,
a
bit
flowery,
as
if
he
used
perfumed
soap.
I'm
reminded
of
them—my
real
master
and
mistress—and
all
at
once
I'm
on
the
edge
of
coming.
I
tense,
knowing
that's
not
permitted
and
my
abuser
senses
the
change.
He's
a
serious
Dom,
despite
his
tough
demeanor,
attuned
to
his
submissive's
reactions.
His
hesitation
gives
me
the
chance
for
a
deep
breath
and
the
urge
subsides
a
bit,
though
my
cock
still
throbs
every
time
he
fills
my
mouth.
I
let
myself
pretend
that
the
cock
I'm
sucking
belongs
to
my
master.
He's
longer
and
more
slender
than
Carl,
but
I
don't
doubt
he'd
be
equally
rough.
Cruelty
is
a
habit
for
him.
Closing
my
eyes,
I
picture
him
looming
over
me,
his
raven
curls
tumbling
over
his
brow,
his
lips
stretched
in
a
taut
grimace
of
pleasure.
I've
never
tasted
him,
never
touched
him,
but
I
know
his
skin
would
be
cool
and
silky.
His
cock
would
be
hard
as
a
marble
tomb.
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