Telepathic Seduction: Paranormal Erotica Short Stories

Boom! I sprinted through the downpour. Fast as I could. Thunder cracking overhead, feet slamming against the sidewalk.

No one stopped me. The busy streets of Nineton had gone dark. Empty of life.

Except for that strip of light ahead. There was nothing else. Only that bright hope. My toes crossed a line. I tripped. Fell forward.

Pink light swallowed me whole.

Thud!

Crack went my back. “Oomph!” I grunted, rolling onto my side.

What the fuck?

“Ack! Cough!” I coughed the dust from my lungs, standing up, brushing off in the dim light of evening.

Around me were flat-roofed buildings, windows lit with a golden glow from within.

None of it was familiar.

I spun slowly, stretching my stiff neck.

Sniff, sniff.

I whirled right towards the sound, catching a flicker of dark cloth escaping into the shadows. I darted after it.

’Cos that’s what smart gals do when they’ve been portaled into a world they’ve never seen and don’t understand.

I ran into an alley between two squat, flat buildings, the smell of spices and searing meat heavy in the clear night air.

In the dark, I didn’t see the bump. My booted toes caught the edge of something hard, and I face-planted into the dust.

Again.

“Ack! Cough!” I tried to splutter, but something landed on my back, pinning my arm behind me.

Sniiiiiiff, came a long inhale against my left ear.

“Hey!” I bucked. “Boundaries, man!” I griped.

“Man?” asked a delicate, high voice, and my eyes went wide.

Wooooah. What. The. Actual. Fuck?

She had me gripped so tight I couldn’t move, and every fiber of my being came alight at the sound of her delighted laughter in my ear.

“You don’t belong here, little mouse.” Another sniff. “But that scent. Mmmmm, better than a sizzling skewer.”

I swallowed. Hard. It wasn’t enough to wet my suddenly dry throat.

Something soft trailed the back of my neck, and my heart raced. Not from fear.

No, my senses overflowed with playful sensuality, and I wanted more.

“Let’s play a game,” she purred, and my veins turned to liquid heat. “You run. I chassssssssse.” The last word was a hiss.

The pressure on my back vanished, and I spun, finding nothing but empty night surrounding me.

My ears strained, searching for a clue.

Wait. She’d said, “Run.”

I obeyed.

Springing up, I darted further down the alleyway, into dark shadows, past empty thresholds, closed doors, every cell in my body screaming, “Run, but goddammit, get caught again!”

My lips curved upwards. What had she called me? “Little mouse?” Excellent. I could be prey if she’d keep purring like that in my ear.

Ahead, the dark cleared. Looked like a brightly lit major causeway was coming up. I took a right turn into a narrow corridor.

I passed an open door where someone inside was picking a guitar in a slow, sensual rhythm. A window opened, punching the air with the scent of cinnamon and apples.

Further on I went, until a trap sprang. Black cloth pulled my legs out from under me, wound up my torso, and pinned my arms.

Again.

A shoulder met my middle, and I was hoisted up indignantly, with my face against more black cloth.

I knocked my forehead against the back. “Got a thing for black, eh?” I asked cockily, hoping it was the same person.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” was the silky reply, and all I wanted in the world was to free my arms and run my hands over the ass in front of me.

Oh, there’ll be time for that later. But first, fun! Her voice lit up my mind, and I let it, telepathic shield shredded by the inferno building in me.

She darted up steps. Flights of them. Then I was on my back, looking at the night sky above, a canopy of stars bearing witness.

I wriggled, and the bond around me released. I sat up, looking around. An empty, flat roof garden with peppers, night-blooming jasmine, and tomato vines.

A game?

I slid off my boots and crept on quiet feet toward the tomato trellis, ears searching for any sound that might tell me where my quarry hid. I ducked behind the tomatoes, peeking around the corner.

An arm grabbed me around the waist, pulling me against a curvy chest, soft hand covering my mouth.

Do better, she chided, and softness trailed from my left ear to my shoulder.

Was that hair? Something moist nuzzled the back of my ear, then sharp teeth scraped the lobe.

Oh, dear god! Fire zinged through my body, then she was gone. I spun futilely, scanning the dark roof for any sign of a black-clad warrior of the night.

Nothing.

I gave up the quiet act.

Clearly, I was outmatched on skulking skills. But I had wiles.

Standing as tall as my five-feet-eight inches allowed, I strode on quiet feet to the jasmine-covered archway, taking in the scent of flowers kissed by starlight.

The socks came off first, baring my light brown toes to the sandstone roof. The pale tank top was next. Then the strapless nude bandeau. And the pale blue shorts.

Allow me, she whispered across my mind, breasts pushing against my back.

My breath stuttered as soft hands pushed my underwear off my hips, baring my nudity to the night sky.

“You think you’re ready for the secrets of CatManDoom. For trysts in the dark. Passion under the stars,” she whispered. “But ask yourself: are you ready for meeeeee?”

A purr rumbled against my back, raising every hair on my body.

Only one way to find out, I told her, and spun.

She let me.

Behind me stood a warrior clad in black from head to toe, curves accentuated by tightly-wound bands. Shining in a face hidden by cloth, were two yellow-green eyes, pupils vertical black slits.

I raised a hand tentatively to the turban around her head, and she gave a slight nod.

I pulled it, and as it fell, her face was revealed. Gorgeous, long, black eyelashes. Pink nose. White whiskers. Brown fur streaked with black.

Her eyes hooded, she purred, “Care to dance with the devil?”

“If this is my downfall, take me to my doom,” I whispered and lunged for her mouth.

Warm lips found mine, sandpapery tongue lapping against my mouth. She tasted of spices, sin, and everything I’d ever wanted.

I pulled at the hem of her shirt, and it came off, furry, round breasts pressing into my bare nipples. Her pants hit the rooftop, and our bodies twined around each other.

I nibbled at her lips, savoring the taste of her, the feeling of soft fur on my skin.

Her tail traced up my calf, higher, over my thigh.

Oh yes, dear god, more!

That soft stroke of fur up my leg set me on fire, and it needed to be quenched.

How long had I waited for this? The freedom? How many nights alone in my homeworld, searching the telepathic plane for someone, anyone, who could hear?

I’m here. You found me, she said, and something in me broke open. I felt my own relief echoed in her.

I wasn’t the only lonely woman on this rooftop who’d been searching for something she couldn’t find.

I ran my hands over her ears, and she thrummed, stoking the blaze within us both.

Her soft lips traced down my neck, over my collarbone, ’til she found a nipple.

I gasped at her sandpapery tongue, and she chuckled in satisfaction against my skin, her telepathic warmth sliding around me, body and soul.

Mmmm, she hummed, pressing her wetness against my knee as she kissed down my belly, my hands cradling her head, hers caressing my hips.

I writhed with need as I felt hers rising. She moaned as I pushed my knee against her aching center, and her lips traced down, over my curls, closing over my clit.

Ummmm, I moaned, feeling her body tighten against mine, my fingers twisting in her fur.

Just a little more, she whimpered against my mind, and her need sent mine surging.

We moved, lost in rhythm, bodies sliding in that perfect way of two people who knew how to take each other higher.

The pressure in my core tightened, one last thrust of her fingers inside me, and I broke.

Yes! We screamed at the same time, shuddering against each other, holding on for dear life.

My chest heaved, heart racing, eyes blinking as I came back down, and she crawled up my body, soft thigh pressing against my middle.

I wrapped my arms around her, hand stroking along her back to her tail as she nuzzled my neck.

Pryde, I told her. My name. I want you to have it.

And is that the lioness? Or what goes before the fall?

I chuckled, Neither. She was a priestess in ancient times in my homeworld.

The woman in my arms raised her head, and her pointed ears stood out in the starlight. One eyebrow lifted.

“A priestess and a princess?” she smirked.

My eyes bugged. “Princess?”

Nima. Heir of CatManDoom, she bowed her head.

Then her face fell. And I’m sorry, but I have to go, Pryde.

Go? What—will you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?

Her soft smile didn’t reach her sad eyes. My people think I’m on patrol, and I’m afraid trysts with human girls were not on my agenda tonight. Or ever.

Nima picked up her black garments and began wrapping. I found her shirt and pulled it over her head. She chuckled ruefully.

CatManDoom? That’s where I am? I wondered, finding her pants and tossing them to her.

Lucky you. Portaled into another world that you’ve only begun to explore. This village is mostly human, but watch the shadows in the night. Pretend not to see them, and they won’t take notice of you.

My heart skipped a beat. This sounded like good-bye, but I’d only just found her.

Nima? Princess?

She hissed, and it was not a happy sound.

I stood firm.

Fine. Her people didn’t want to interact with mine, but we had more than a physical connection.

I’ll find my way here, Nima. And I know you’re only a breath away. Go. And if I call for you—

I’ll come running! A dark shadow disappeared over the side of the roof and was gone.

But the telepathic thread that bound us was something no one, nowhere could sever.

I would see Nima again. Of that I was certain.

THE END OF STORY ONE.