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  SHIVERS

  A Monster Erotica Collection

  Copyright © 2019 Lora Darc

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  Desired by the Lord of Shadows

  Diana hid in the shadows of the second-story balcony as her father, brothers, and husband-to-be carried the massive coffin through the mansion’s main entrance into the foyer. Behind them the male witch followed, face dirtied, blood staining his cloak.

  “Take it to the cellar,” the witch said, breathing heavily. “I have already drawn the seal. It won’t stay stunned for long. We must hurry!”

  The men grunted and moved quicker, pulling open the cellar door and half carrying, half dragging the chain-locked coffin down the flight of stairs to the dark chambers below.

  Diana knew what lay inside. Her hands on the banister trembled with excitement.

  Not fear—no. Her sisters feared, which explained why they had locked themselves in their rooms on the other side of the mansion. She had seen how their faces had turned ashen at the news of what father had caught; of what he was bringing back home.

  Marcus, Lord of Shadowcrest. The notoriously wicked vampire and powerful shadow demon who had been wreaking havoc along the countryside and in the town west of Silverglen—her home.

  His haven was said to be north of the misted hills in a hidden mansion of his own, guarded by the living dead and serviced by ghosts, with a lake of blood surrounding the premises. But those were only rumors. Diana had heard her share of stories by the townsfolk many times. They always liked to exaggerate; to scare others.

  The men had disappeared, but Diana could still hear their curses and grumbles as they banged and scraped along the cellar walls.

  Diana thought to follow them but knew they would force her away as soon as they caught sight of her. “This is no place for a Lady, Diana,” her father would say. “This is dangerous work. Be good like your sisters and go back to your room and lock your door.”

  But Diana didn’t want to be good or obedient. She wanted to see—to know—for herself how much of the townfolk’s rumors and her own father’s stories were true.

  Did the dark demon really have eyes red as blood and hair as black as a crow’s wing? Did his face, though devilishly handsome, twist into a deep permanent snarl showing off cruel fangs? Did he truly have wings?

  Diana had to know.

  All her young life she had been given tales, but never solid proof. As a child, she had sat eagerly by her father’s knee as he told her about the monsters that roamed the lands and ruled the night. Of how her grandfather and great grandfather had fought to keep the town safe. How their family had been trying to hunt down Marcus for centuries without success. The vampire was as cunning as he was cruel. Stealing young woman out from the forests and fields, never to be seen again; unimaginable bloodbaths found along roadsides of men violently ripped apart.

  Though she heard he kept to himself more recently. Only his children—young vampires wearing his signature mark: the golden wolf’s head crest around their neck—were seen creeping around the alleyways and forest paths on misty nights. What inspired their father to finally leave his nest, Diana couldn’t imagine.

  But whatever reason, it had been his undoing. And now, after so many years, he was here. Alive. Why her father had decided not to kill him and bring him into their home was an incredible mystery Diana was desperate to solve.

  “Diana!” Maggie, their head servant, flew out from the nearby doorway, waving her hands about like a nervous hen. “My lady, you shouldn’t be out here! We must get ready for bed.” Diana could see her fingers trembling as she gestured for Diana to turn for the hall.

  Diana had to force herself not smile. The poor woman really was frightened badly just like the others.

  “Will they be down in the cellar long do you think?” Diana said as she walked with Maggie down the hall to her room.

  The servant shook her head. “Hard to say. God, why did the master have to bring that fiend here?”

  As they entered her room, Maggie shut the door behind them and locked it tightly. Sighing, Diana went to the foot of her bed and began to untie her corset. Maggie approached behind her and began to aid her at the back.

  When she undressed down to her shift, Diana went to the vanity by the window and slumped down in the seat. She took up her hairbrush and combed out her dark waves of hair. In the mirror’s reflection, she caught Maggie wringing her hands nervously.

  “I would send for Jeremy to wish you good night, but I fear he may be with your father and brothers until the sun comes up. And as I am not allowed near the cellars at this time…”

  “Don’t worry yourself of it, Maggie.” Diana glanced at the door.

  Maggie nodded, then bowed. “Be sure to lock the door behind you, Mistress.” Diana watched the servant take her leave and quietly shut the door behind her.

  Diana placed her brush down and closed her eyes. A cool breeze touched her face from the open window while heat warmed her backside from the small fire already beginning to burn low in the hearth.

  Slowly, Danielle rose and walked over to the door. Pausing before it, she stood silently listening to the moans and creaks of the large house along with the dull thudding and shouting from below. Her hand went to the lock and hesitated, then turned it soundly.

  “Diana…”

  Diana jumped and swung around. No one was there though she had heard the whisper next to her ear. She looked around the dimly lit room in nervous wonder. The shadows played along the walls and the curtains lifted gently. Swiftly, Diana went to the window and looked out but there was only darkness. She closed the window and went to her bedside suddenly shivering.

  All this excitement has gotten me riled up is all, she thought to herself. With the window closed, the room began to warm considerably and Diana could feel her shift sticking to her. Gingerly she took it off, raising it over her head, and letting it fall at her feet. Sweat glistened on her naked body as she crawled onto the bed and lifted the covers away.

  As she settled in, Diana wondered what they planned on doing to the vampire. If she would even get a chance to gaze upon him before they dismembered him.

  She knew all too well how her brothers and Jeremy—her unfortunate fiance—worked. How they tortured their victims. It wasn’t enough to just hunt the monsters down, kill them, then burn the bodies. That was her father’s way. For them, they had to have their little fun first. She wondered why father ever allowed it, but the man was losing more authority and backbone the older he got.

  With Marcus, Diana fully expected her father to put his foot down, but clearly, he hadn’t. Still, she couldn’t fathom how he would allow the vampire into their home. There was more they wanted from him than just something to play with.

  Before she fell asleep, she made a point to ask her father about it first thing in the morning.

  ***

  “Diana…”

  Diana moaned softly and shifted in her bed.

  “Diana, awaken…”

  Eyes fluttering open, Diana gave a puzzled frown and groaned. She stretched out and turned up her head to peer around the room. Only darkn
ess greeted her until she spied a shadow of what looked to be an unnaturally tall man by the window. Fear gripped her as she lay still, realizing she was bare and exposed and very much unarmed. She watched as the shadow moved and saw the outline of devil-like wings. Tendrils of darkness dripped from the ends and edges of the black shape. It turned its faceless head toward her and Diana saw two gleaming red eyes staring down at her.

  “Beautiful…”

  The shadow lifted its hand toward her.

  A sudden intense ache began to rise between Diana’s legs, in her very center.

  “Let me see all of you, Diana. Open yourself to me.”

  The burning ache throbbed at her core and Diana inhaled sharply. Hesitantly she bent her legs and spread herself open for the shadow to see. Goosebumps rippled along her skin and she felt her nipples harden as she shivered.

  “Yes. Good, sweet girl.” The shadow said softly. “Do you know who I am?”

  Diana trembled a little and licked her lips. “I believe so... my lord.”

  Diana began to wonder if perhaps she was only dreaming. How could Marcus be in her room? It wasn’t possible... or was it? Was he capable of such power?

  “Why... why have you come here?” Diana asked.

  “I’m here for you…”

  Diana frowned. “I don’t understand.”

  “In time you will. For now, I want you to feel what I am feeling for you. To know how deep my desire burns.”

  Her center throbbed hotly and Diana moaned. She arched her back and had a sudden, intense urge to touch herself. Without thinking, she stroked the sides of her thighs, her hands falling close to her center.

  “I want you to imagine it is me touching you now. I want to see you find your pleasure and imagine it is me who gives it to you. I want to watch your sweet center grow wet and tight... for me.”

  Diana lifted her right hand up, her fingers trailing over her stomach and to her breast. She rubbed and squeezed, her body growing hot at her own touch. Her left hand fell on to her center and her fingers touched at her core and she jerked as a tiny spasm shot through her.

  Her touch deepened, swirling and stroking. She watched Marcus watch her with ravenous eyes.

  Moaning, Diana arched her back. The pressure was building in her and, in her need, she closed her eyes and did imagine it was Marcus who stroked and teased her now. She moved her hips and felt herself dripping; sliding her fingers into her wet center then bringing them back out to circle her now wet core.

  “Yes... like that. Feel my need for you, Diana.”

  Desperate for release, Diana quickened her pace, breathing heavily. Her moans turned to little cries and then to desperate pleas all until she felt her center tightened and burst with a delightful heat.

  “Marcus,” Diana gasped. The shadow watched her shatter before him and lifted his head. He watched her center throb as the wave of pleasure washed over her beautiful, supple body.

  “You are absolutely exquisite, just like I had hoped.”

  Breathless, Diana tried to sit up and reach for him, but the shadow began to fade, melding with the shadows around him.

  “Now you understand my unbearable want... Come to me, Diana.”

  With that, he disappeared and the room grew silent. Diana nearly cried out, feeling the desperate need for his touch. She lied back on the bed and breathed in deeply.

  I must go to him... I must…

  But exhaustion claimed her before she could think to rise.

  ***

  Diana woke up just before the sun broke over the horizon. She lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating last night and whether it had all been a dream. Guilt tugged at her for a short moment as she came to realize it had been too real to be just a mere dream and that she had clearly been seduced by the vampire who had somehow projected himself into her room.

  Heat rose in her face by the thought that he had chosen to play with her and that she had given in so easily.

  That’s all it could have been after all. He just wanted to exact his power over one of us as revenge... surely that must be it.

  Then her eyes widened and she sat up.

  What if he hadn’t just come to my room last night? What if he had gone to my sisters to try to tempt them as well?

  She had to know. Just as she had to know why her father had brought him here.

  Quickly she got out of bed and got dressed, not bothering to call on Maggie for assistance. She put her hair up in a simple, albeit messy, bun and left the room.

  Downstairs in the dining room, her two sisters Cathrine and Janine were already sitting together at the table, whispering while sipping on their coffee. Diana could see they were still very pale and had dark circles forming under their eyes.

  “Ah, Diana you’re up early,” said Cathrine who barely glanced up at her as Diana went to sit opposite them both. “I take it you didn’t sleep well either.”

  “Who could after last night,” Janine hissed, stirring her coffee. “Abominable... horrible... what was father thinking, bringing that atrocity here!”

  “Where is our father and the others?” Diana asked.

  “They were up late, of course. Took turns guarding the beast down in the cellar from what I heard,” said Cathrine. “Can’t say when they will come down.”

  Diana nodded and took a piece of bread and a few slices of fruit, then poured herself some coffee. They ate in silence for a short moment, Diana watching them carefully for any signs that something had happened to them last night as well.

  When they didn’t give anything away, Diana finally asked, “Did anything strange happen to either of you last night?”

  They each looked at her and frowned.

  “What do you mean, Diana?” said Cathrine.

  “As in, did anything out of the ordinary happen,” Diana said.

  Janine gave a puzzled frown as if thinking, then shook her head. “No. Spent most of the night reading by the fire honestly.”

  Diana shifted her gaze over to Cathrine who also shook her head. “Nothing I can think of. Why, did something happen, Diana?”

  Diana shrugged, turning a pear slice around on her plate. “Just... strange dreams is all.”

  Cathrine laughed softly. “Oh, I’m sure we all will have our share of strange dreams and nightmares now for the next couple days. If we can manage to sleep at all.”

  At that moment Diana’s two brothers, Fredrik and Micheal, stepped out from a nearby doorway. They looked exhausted and irritable.

  “Sleep well, ladies?” Micheal said, slumping into a chair next to Diana and filling a plate with food.

  “What do you think?” said Janine.

  “I think, likely just as well as we did,” said Micheal.

  Janine grimaced as Fredrik came to sit beside her. “Well, perhaps if you didn’t bring the very essence of evil into our household we wouldn’t be so petrified to sleep at all!”

  Jeremy then walked into the room, looking grim. Diana straightened and tensed as he took a seat beside her. “It’s only a few days, Janine,” he said, “until we can get the bastard to talk.”

  Diana looked over at him curiously. “Get him to talk?”

  Jeremy glanced over at her and gave her a look that always made her stomach turn. She clenched her jaw and looked away.

  Jeremy was her fiance, but she didn’t love him. In fact, she very well despised him. When he wasn’t drinking his weight in Black Ale (and consequently stinking of it), he was seen bending bar woman over in alleyways and having his way with them, or kicking beggars along the street. He’d do what he liked with her too if not for his deep respect for her father. She could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to take her. But, for her father’s sake, he’d have to marry her first.

  No matter how much she protested against their forced union, Diana’s father didn’t seem to care either way. All he cared about was keeping an alliance between the Silverfoxs and the Greylings. A family alliance that had lasted for nearly four generations.
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  “Now that we’ve finally caught the great Lord of Shadowcrest,” Fredrik said with heavy sarcasm. “We plan to kill many birds with one stone. Force the devil to confess where his haven lies. Then storm the place and kill every one of his children.”

  “So that’s why you’ve brought him back here?” Diana asked.

  Fredrik shrugged. “Was father’s decision. Once we hired the witch for help, father said the man could make a powerful enough binding seal to hold the vampire in one place.”

  “Well, you better hope it’s powerful enough,” said Cathrine. “If it isn’t, we will be the vampire’s greatest feast in decades.”

  “Not to worry, Cathrine,” said Jeremy. “He’s chained up good. We took great care last night making sure he can’t escape.”

  “And if his children come looking for him, what then?” said Cathrine.

  “You know we’ve got wards surrounding the estate. Father always made sure the house was protected,” said Fredrik.

  Janine snorted. “Except for the time the werewolf got in. Ate two of the horses remember?”

  Fredrik smirked. “Oh, I do. Was an honest mistake.”

  “If you call accidentally hiring on a gardener who didn’t care to mention he got bit a day or so back as a mistake, sure.”

  The men laughed. Jeremy went to place his hand on Diana’s but she quickly shot her hand away.

  “So tell us then,” said Diana, picking at her bread, “how did you catch him?”

  Silence fell over the room and, when Diana looked around, she saw them each glancing away from her.

  “What did you do?” she said softly.

  “T’was the witch’s and father’s idea,” said Micheal. “We all knew the vampire was hiding away, but no one had seen him in years. Father knew the only way to get to him was to try to coax him out of his lair.”

  “And seeing as he distinctly remembered the beast liking to steal young beautiful women,” said Fredrik, “Father had a feeling his best chance of luring the vampire out was to bait him.”

  “Bait him with young women?” breathed Janine. “How could father even think to…”