********** The Wrong One is part of my erotic Dark Histories One Shot Series. ********** SUMMARY: He went to the ball hunting. So did she. But one of them has picked the very wrong one... What seems like a simple one shot becomes alot more complicated when one is playing with beings outside of humanity. TEASER: "What are you after tonight, Sweet Thing?" I asked her. "What would you like me to be?" She crooned in a soft alluring voice. Dizzying my senses. I caught her waist and drug her against me, so our bodies were molded together. "I'd give you anything you asked for." "Anything?" She lifted a fine brown brow. "Are you so certain of that?" "Absolutely." "Rather bold of you." "Bold of me?" I straightened. Looking down my nose at the tiny thing. "You're the gorgeous scrap of a thing who dares be alone unchaperoned in a dark Parlor with a man you barely know." "Perhaps." She smiled softly before dragging her arms down my chest and stepping back to walk behind the settee. Dragging a finger along the seam on the top. How is her every movement so seductive? I was duly entranced. "Have you heard of women who victimize men." "No. But I'd dearly like to..." I smiled. My lips quirking in what I'd been told was a rather roguish half-smile. She could certainly victimize me. "There are such things, you know. Lore about women that can steal the beating hearts of men." "Well, you're certainly working on mine."

07 The Stag

SUMMARY: I, Zierno the famed assassin, am hunting the mythical Mist Mare. My king, my friend, has promised me command of his guard if I gift her to him. I never fail a mission. The beast will belong to the King of the Netherlands, one way or the other. It’s deeply amazing how much can go wrong in a single day. From capturing the rare creature for my liege, to it nearly making off with my king. Now I’m on his short list of enemies. During my mad flight from the castle, I thought to save an injured woman. I couldn’t have been more wrong. What I have now is a sack full of problems. This pretty red-eyed woman, being the largest. She looks like a sweet creature one moment. Then the next, a bloodthirsty demon. And truthfully, I’m terrified. I’ve never seen anything like her. “Chain me to the wall” She says. Normally I’d think that might make for an interesting afternoon. Now I’m thinking I’d rather be anywhere but where she can shriek at me when she has one of her ‘spells.’ “Go talk to the sorcerer.” She orders. As though I should know who he is. “I need your help.” She says, as though I’m intended to be some great savior. I’m a killer not a saint. Meanwhile, I’ve gotten word that the King has sent out an army to hunt me down and drag me back to face the consequences of a potential assassination. One which I did not intend! So my plan right now…Is essentially just to stay alive. TEASER: King Eben frowned and stopped, the guards around him stopping as well to watch Zier approach. Zierno was oblivious to them. His cloak wrapped around the small shape he carried. He was focused on his task. Eben’s sharp eye caught droplets of blood falling down Zierno’s pant leg from who he carried. Where was his Kelpie head? Glowering he watched Zierno until he finally looked up and saw them. Zierno stopped abruptly meeting the king’s unwavering look. His eyes darkened with guilt. Eben stood with a question on his lips. Opening his mouth to speak he was shocked into silence when the creature in Zierno’s arms lifted her head to look at him. Eben stared mesmerized at the petite woman in Zierno’s arms. Fascinatingly huge brown eyes watched him, expressionless. Her face was small and oval dominated by the wide eyes and a full lush mouth. Her small nose was perfectly formed and delicately upturned. High cheekbones drew down to that mouth, causing a an aggressive stirring inside Eben. As she leaned up the cloak had slipped down, exposing perfect white shoulders with arching collarbones. The shadow of cleavage and the rising mounds of her upper breasts rose over the cloth. Eben’s eyes traveled over her hungrily. Glancing around him he saw that his guards were equally as affected. Suddenly furious he turned on Zierno. “Give her to me.”

SUMMARY: She escaped me once. She'd not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a princess on a throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. She seduced me and then bid me do whatever she commanded. But before that, I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. It's high time she learn a she-wolf's place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord that has designs on her. It's going to be me. She'll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine. TEASER: I looked over my pale shoulder and through the strands of my straight blonde hair, watching the silvery wolf emerge from the trees so close behind me. Loping through the grass. I forced my legs to go faster. Carrying me at a nearly inhuman pace that should’ve lent a clue as to what I really was. If anyone knew anything. I was counting on the fact that they were simple humans who did not. Most wolves abhorred the company of humans. Knowing they were more powerful, faster and more animalistic, they tended to keep their distance. Which also keeps them from hunting us as zealously as the mages do. The wolf behind me was cutting the distance. Heading for me. He leapt and his teeth barely missed strands of my knee length hair as he tried to catch it without taking out my legs entirely. Trying not to hurt me at least. I could appreciate that. He could’ve torn my leg out from under me and injured me. But he wants me for a mate. And doesn’t want me broken. At least not until he’s done with me. I thought bitterly. Marta’s voice echoing in my ears. “He’ll break you girl. Like a beaten, pup.”

************ This is the first of the Filthy Fairytales series of One Shots that will be coming out on Patreon the beginning of every month. ************ SUMMARY: She was my obsession. A beautiful creature I couldn't stop thinking about. And when another mermaid told me how I could be with her, I couldn't resist. Captivated by her hypnotic appeal I had no choice but to see if the myth was true. To see if I truly could have a taste of the forbidden... TEASER: It was the fourth day in a row that I'd come out here to watch her. After having come across her by accident on my dawn walk three sunrises ago. She had come here near a grassy edge of the shore to use the long leaves from the trees above as a rag to shine the scales covering her legs and those molding up her sides and shimmering over her bountiful breasts. Her body is enough for any man to obsess over. He told himself. Staring riveted. Especially as she used the leaves to rub her breasts in a circular motion. The scales climbed around the sides and stretched over the huge breast nearly like a hand covering it. But the creases beneath and aside were visible. And they made me hungry. I wanted to lick all over her. I knew it was wrong because she wasn't human. She's some kind of an animal. But the indented curve of her waist was nearly too small to imagine. Easily grasped by large hands like mine. Then her hips were deliciously swelled as though designed to take in a man. But those scales covered everywhere I wanted to be. Between her legs and deep inside her. I'd stared hungrily at her. Desperately trying to figure out how a man could mate with such a mesmerizing creature but could fathom no way it's possible. Which only made me harder for her. There has to be a way. She turned her back and peered over her shoulder at me as she had the last two days. Letting the water slip down her bare back. Droplets winding over smooth elegant flesh. She has the skin of a princess. Not some manner of fish. I'd never seen a woman so fine of form. With such large breasts and a tiny waist and lush hips but I assumed that since she resided underwater, her body could be shaped different. Still, I wanted her. And she wants me...I think. She was blinking at me through hooded eyes as she used the leaves to wash the curves of her smooth hips, lightly dusted with gold scales. Then she turned and leaned against the bank. Leaving only her tail swishing slowly in the water. Revealing the fin which broke into two pieces seeming entirely contrived of fine winding strands. Like bits of sea moss stitched together. She closed her eyes and sighed. Rubbing the leaves low along her belly and writhing as though she were pleasuring herself. Now. I could catch her now. I shifted where I was crouched. Badly wanting to taste her skin to feel her heat. I wondered, not for the first time, who'd really come here to see who. The first morning I'd stumbled across her bathing she hadn't seemed to notice me, and I'd paused to watch this hypnotic creature in a trancelike state, where I'd seemed unable to move. Staring at her, fascinated. The second morning I'd rushed out here early to await her. Hoping I might see her again. As she'd swam in, her gaze had flitted over the bank until landing on me crouched near a rock. She'd maintained eye contact with me as she swam far enough in that the water became shallow enough, she could turn and lean up out of it. Making that pearlescent skin glitter damply in the morning sunlight. Begging to be touched.

Part of My Filthy Fairytales One Shots. Book 1: STOLEN MERMAID. This is Book 2: WITHIN THE FRAME (Dorian Gray) Book 3: A SINGLE TASTE Book 4: THE CERISE CLOAK Book 5: RED & WRATH Book 6: MY KING Book 7: MY LOVER SUMMARY: I thought it was only a painting. I was captivated. Mesmerized and I had to have it. In turn, he had to have me. I didn't know the beginning would also be the end of me. It was only a painting. TEASER: "What are you?" I whispered. He quirked the corner of his mouth and twitched his fingers in a motion away from me. Making my blanket jerk off me so fast I yelped as it piled at the foot of my bed. Revealing me lying in only my scanty undergarments. I crossed my legs to better conceal myself from his view. Draping my arms across my chest and hooking the opposite elbows. "Immortal." He answered simply. "Is all you need know." He stared down at me from next to my bed, like I was some naïve little animal, eying him. He drew a long breath and the moonlight dumped into the room. Brightening my taupe carpet and making the cream-colored walls seem inexplicably white. Making my skin luminesce. "Who are you?" "Ah, Little Sweet. Now that is the question you should've been asking all along... I am Dorian Gray. And I'm here to fuck you." "I don't..." I was shaking my head. "I don't know-I think...I wasn't..." "You do want me to." He responded as though I was wasting his time with all my blustering. And damn him, he's right. I could already feel my juices flowing in my soft pussy. And my body was begging to feel him. There was such knowledge in those gray eyes that I knew he could satisfy me. Take me to new heights of pleasure. And I was eager to let him stuff inside me. To feel him all over me. "Now, first." He made some small hand gesture that was too fast for me to catch. I heard the creaking of my bed posts and looked at the one nearest me. Seeing the winding bits of wood representing vines untangling from around the large post. It rose like a serpent and stretched over to me. Weaving and bobbing as it seemed to float before snatching one of my wrists. Spinning around it before I could react. I squawked and clawed at it with my other hand. Yanking my arm in a desperate attempt to free it but the wood was unrelenting.

SUMMARY: Hawk had been tormenting me as long as I could remember. I was a young mage and my power was still growing. But they thrust me under his watch in the service to our Warlord. And damn him for enjoying every moment he can torment me. Every time I think my power strong enough to challenge him, he finds new ways to torture me. He's told me that I'm his little prey and he'll be kinder when I succumb to him but I've vowed to never let the overbearing, insufferable cad put a hand on my bare skin. It's a battle of wills and wits. He may be more clever but I'm certainly more stubborn! But one thing I've learned about Hawk, never underestimate his conniving...I should've known better than to challenge him. After all, he's made a name for himself by his skill in Managing Mages. TEASER: It'd been a long day of training. Our Commander, the Warlord was a ruthless task master. Rarely impressed and often cruel in his comments, he left much of the actual mentoring to Hawk. Who's disinclined to teach me anything but sheet play. I grunted to myself. Unlacing my mages robes as my gaze focused on the steaming metal tub before the fire. I couldn't wait to sink in and ease my aching muscles. Hawk was always harder on me than anyone. And every time he was close enough he whispered near my ear. "I'll be inside you soon, Mary Mage..." I'd growl at him and misfire with my staff, misplace potions and lose my spell book. All of which was causing Warlord to lose patience with me. "Deal with her!" Warlord had finally said. Hawk had grinned as he marched over to me while I hurriedly mixed a potion which would cause an explosion when tossed at an enemy. Before I could brace myself he rolled his fist into my hair and yanked. Jerking my head back. He lathed a warm tongue along my neck up my ear. "Keep messing up, Mary Mage and he'll give you to me." "He would not!" I swallowed. Eyeing him in my peripheral. "Why would he reward you for my wayward behaviors?" "He won't. He'll punish you. And I have just the solution...You whining underneath me." "He would not." "He will." Hawk chuckled. Dragging the tip of his nose along the back of my ear. "Very soon." "You're just trying to scare me."

SUMMARY: I wasn't ever going to belong to Bodin. I wasn't his for the taking! Bodin Charters had been my friend since we were kids. Painfully shy and uncomfortable in crowds. I was always the outgoing one. Willing to fight and shout for what I wanted. But Bodin wanted something now. Me. I had told him he'd not have me countless times over the years. I was waiting for a man who wrote me sonnets and climbed walls to sneak into my chambers. Bodin would never do any of that. He didn't have an unpredictable bone in his body... Until he did. My father was ill and had been for a long time. I didn't know Bodin, who'd inherited the Charter's fortune and property, had persuaded my father to make me his ward upon his deathbed. Now my father is gone. And Bodin is stating I can't be his ward because it'd be improper. I must become his wife. I won't. But as his ward, he has law over me. Law where he can make me do things I don't want to do. And he keeps reminding me, he'll have more sway over me as my husband so I best start learning to obey him. The devil I will. Unfortunately, I'm finding Bodin is a far more clever devil then I expected... TEASER: "Then you have to be quiet." He whispered to the back of his hand still lightly covering the bottom half of my mouth. "Now it's going to feel a little different." I gave him a questioning look. "That felt good, didn't it?" I bit my lip under his hand and my eyes fell. "Come now, Belle. Be truthful. You know it did." I met his gaze. Unwilling to admit the truth but not denying it either. "I want to offer you a better taste." I didn't know what that meant but there was an ache building inside me that didn't seem inclined to be denied. I nodded slightly. His hand moving with my chin. He plucked at his breeches a moment and then I felt something pressing against my entrance again. Thicker. And feeling almost softer but harder at the same time. It slid smoothly inside me but my back bent reflexively as everything inside me stretched to fit him. He moaned in pleasure. "You feel good, Belle. I knew you would. You fit me like a glove. Your body perfectly suited to swallow mine." "What?" "I'm inside you, Belle." He explained flatly. "I can feel you." I knew that was bad. I could see both his hands now and knew we were connected at the pelvis. And I understood enough of mating to know that this act was what defiled ladies. This act is the one that makes men have to marry damaged goods. I was now his damaged goods.

SUMMARY: KURIK She didn't know what I was. But I knew what she was. I wanted revenge when I first met her but she changed that. After knowing her I wanted more. I couldn't get enough. She became my obsession. And One Hundred and Seventy Six Years locked away have neither tempered my desire for vengeance or for her. SARASAE I'm a Canastra, one part of a triad. Now it is just my sister and I and the thing locked in my basement. We're all that's left of the family I knew. And the one I'd hoped to have... There's a new threat now and despite all my power and my allies, it's not enough. I need the blood of one of the original creatures to create a spell powerful enough to protect everyone. But first, I have to find him... The sire of their hated breed. TEASER: She lit the Ballroom on fire. Her vibrancy making candlelight on golden pillars shimmer more elegantly. Making the tink of crystal seem finer to his ears. The chaotic murmur of conversations across the room dulled, relieving his senses of the constant strain of hearing everything in a room. She was his focus now. Leaning close to his shoulder she murmured. “You think yourself  so  clever.” Her breath was warm along the side of his chilled neck. Her lips near enough he could almost feel them against his ear when he leaned to hear her. He caught the scent of her skin. Lightly flavored with rose oil. Making her seem all the more tempting… “Because I am.” He remarked flatly. Not letting her see how she was affecting him as he looked over her head impassively. Look where you are. Caged in my arms and you don’t even know where you’ve put yourself…How much danger you’re in.  Grinning unabashedly, he gave a grudging nod. “And if I’d spurned you then and there?” She queried in pure challenge. He glanced down at her and crooked his lips in a wicked half smile. Hooding his blue eyes. “I’d have looked properly put out so everyone would say you were the horrible woman who broke my heart.” They’d have said you were no lady to make such a scene. And be it this ball or the next, I’d have gotten you to dance with me. Scoffing she ran her tongue over her teeth chastisingly before clicking in her cheek. “I think you would have.” Oh, I most certainly would’ve. Giving her a lopsided grin. “Never doubt it.” Tone decisive he persisted. “Wait and see what lengths I’ll go to get you let me call on you in the morning.” Scoffing again she muttered. “Unlikely.” Chin lifting, she turned her face away airily. A show of proving how little threatened she was. Challenging him. Challenge me to bait you, Little Prey. Soon it’ll be you in my trap. Writhing to get away.  He’d smirked.

SUMMARY: Samantha: Jaecar, the fiercest of the Border Guard, has always been kind to me. Indulging me despite what I thought was his lack of sexual interest. That all changed the day he told me he'd have me as his mate. I said no. Spurring Jaecar to go from the sweet boy next door to the hungry wolf with his eye on me. Jaecar: She was mine. She'd always been mine. She just didn't know it yet. I courted her, I was kind to her, all with my end goal in mind. Possessing her. She thinks she can run from me. But I know everywhere she'd go. I know everywhere she'd hide. Because I know everything about Samantha. The Mating Moon is rising. And she will be my mate. Willing or not. TEASER: Panic was setting in and I lurched up to escape him. Twisting my thighs to get away. His hands landed on them. Fingers biting to keep them in place. His hips were between my legs and his pelvis aligned atop mine. Smashing his hard length between us. To keep me in place. "Sam!" He commanded. "This is happening. I can be gentle if you don't resist me." He pushed my thighs further apart and landed over me in a pushup. Making it impossible to close my legs since he already lay between them. I shifted my thighs and bounced my pelvis trying to move him off of me. I don't want to die. Fear roared through me. I imagined him taking me and sinking his teeth into my neck while blood spurted out until I lay limp on the floor. He could kill me. He's so much bigger and stronger than me. He could snap my bones by barely moving in this state. I could see the bits of gray hair pushing through his pores. His eyes were yellow, and canines crept from the line of his upper lip. *** He shook his head like a wounded animal and managed to gather himself enough that the signs of his beast were safely tucked away again. But I was too afraid of the pain to come to appreciate the effort he was exerting. "You're not doing this to me!" I jerked against the ropes. They bit into my skin but wouldn't relent. "Don't make me tie down your legs." He warned. His jaw hardening. I paused. Considering if he'd really do it. But there was a hard glint in his eyes I'd never seen before.  He absolutely will. He slowly lifted my skirt. Looking almost apologetically into my eyes as he straightened the hem across his chest. Fisting two edges before jerking violently and tearing it up the front. It caught at my waist jerking my body up off the floor before dropping me back down. I shrieked at the sudden brutality. "Jaecar, please!" I whimpered.