Beauty’s Beast

She enjoyed walking home from work, the small patch of forest on the edge of town always helped her unwind. The silence would be broken only by the sound of birds and the odd bit of wildlife scampering through the undergrowth.

She wasn’t sure when she first spotted him, or maybe it was a noise she heard out of the ordinary. A large dog, or even maybe a wolf, always off in the distance. She knew she should have been scared but it kept its distance, never adopting a threatening look and found herself looking out for it each day.

One evening, after a particularly long hard day at work she found herself walking home in the dark. She’d never taken the short cut through the forest before but tonight she was meant to be going out on a first date and wanted to make sure she was ready in time.

She’d walked the past so many times that she was able to make her way easily in the half dark. The silence was eerie, the birds silent and she quickened her pace, anxious to reach the clearing.

Almost there she turned the last corner when suddenly her path was blocked by a large figure. Before she could react strong arms grabbed her and she struggled in vain to break free.

“Oh good” a rough threatening voice came from the man, “a feisty one, I like that.” His legs went behind hers as he pushed her to the ground then knelt on her chest as he undid his pants. “Be a good girl for me and you won’t get hurt.”

She screamed and he slapped her face, then smothered her mouth with his large rough hand.

“I’ll make you scream slut” he lay on her and with his free hand he reached under her dress and pulled at her panties, ripping them down her kicking legs. Once he had them off he leaned back and she could feel his rigid cock searching for her sex when she heard a wild growl and her attacker was sent flying.

Climbing to her feet she ran for the edge, hearing behind her a lot of growling and cries of pain as her attacker became the victim of the wolf’s fury.

Once safe inside her house she collapsed on the floor, her body shaking as she realised how close she’d come to maybe being raped and maybe killed. As her breathing returned to normal she phoned her date, apologising for the late notice, promising to ring him tomorrow.

Putting her phone back in her bag she cursed, suddenly realising her purse was missing. Her stomach turned as she thought her attacker might have it and know where she lived.

Grabbing her phone again she was about to dial the police when she heard a scratching at the door. Terrified, she ran to the window, dialing as she went, then hanging up when she saw the wolf limping away from her door. Quickly she moved over, and opening it saw her purse on the mat.

The wolf heard the noise and stopped, turning and looking at her before continuing to limp away.

“Wait” she called out, and without thinking ran down the path, stopping and kneeling beside him. “Did he do this to you?”

The paw lifted and she took the leg, examining it carefully as the large beast leaned against her.

“You were so brave” she told him, stroking his head, “ come and let me fix your leg.”

Turning, she beckoned him to follow and she walked slowly with him back to the house. Tending to his wound took her mind off what had happened earlier and she felt safe with the large animal there.

Tying a bandage over the wound she smiled as he settled down on the floor.

“Rest here while I shower boy” she told him, “ then we’ll see how you are.”

The shower was just what she needed and she shuddered as she washed her sex, remembering her attackers hard cock probing. She hoped he’d been totally scared off by her saviour.

Stepping from the shower she was startled to see the wolf at the door, staring at her nakedness.

“I need a strong man like you” she told him, “I’d never be scared then.”

Putting on a robe she walked to the front door, opening it to let him out, but instead he just looks at her and went back to the laundry and lay down again.

“Ok then, but you’ll have to go in the morning.”

A wave of tiredness overcame her, and forgoing dinner she headed to bed.


She was walking through the forest but it wasn’t dark. The birds were singing but she could understand what they were saying.

Beside her walked the wolf and she moved through the undergrowth with him and nothing touched her.

She was in a part of the forest she’d never been, standing looking at a cabin. The wolf paused, his look willing her to stop, and he moved forward on his own, entering the cabin.

As she waited she looked around, realising she’d seen this place before, in other dreams over the last few months.

It was time.

She somehow knew that and she slowly advanced towards the door.

“Welcome home” the voice startled her, and she turned to leave but couldn’t move. “.Please, don’t go” a young man stepped to the door, his hair long, piercing eyes and as her eyes ran over him she saw the bandage on his arm.

He reached out his hand and she stepped forward and took it, unable to resist, pulling her in against him, their lips touching gently before coming together again in a long deep kiss.

“Come my darling” he led her to the bed, both naked. She was sure she’d been wearing clothes. Where had they gone?

The bed dominated the room and he lay her down, lips travelling down her body, kissing caressing each hardened nipple. Moaning, her eyes opened for a moment and she saw smaller, female wolves watching at the door.

She felt the lips leave her breasts, arriving at her tender clit, teasing and playing, exploring, until she was ready to explode.

Suddenly her lover stopped, turning her over, urging her to her knees. She was facing the door, looking into the eyes of the pack as she felt him behind. His strong hands parted her cheeks and she cried out as he mounted her and thrust inside.

The females in the pack began to howl, as if urging him on, her own cries joining them as she stretched around his huge thrusting cock, waves of pleasure mixing with the pain until his seed exploded inside her.


Her alarm went off, she didn’t want to wake. Face down on her bed, sheets tossed to one side, she felt different.

She was naked. She never slept naked. She remembered her dream and smiled as she reached down to her tender clit.

The wolf, she remembered, I better let him out. Climbing out of bed she went straight to the laundry. The back door was open and he was gone.

Was the whole thing a dream? she wondered.

Putting the radio on she listened to the news.

A man, identified as an escapee from jail, had been found mauled by what he told investigators was a wolf, although authorities doubted there were any in the local forest.


The Turn of Fate


The scent of blood
The nostrils flares
Who is this one who dared
The forest dark
Paths to walk
Why are they not scared?

He waited
For his prey to pass
Then knife raised in the air
Moved quickly
Stepped behind the girl
Grabbed her by the hair

“You’re mine to take”
He hissed to her
Her clothes he went to rip
She spun around
Her legs swung out
He fell hard with the trip

“Your wrong my friend”
Her eyes glowed red
“You’ve made a big mistake”
He screamed
As her fangs appeared
“You are mine to take”

With super strength
She held him
Robbed him of his seed
They found him
With his throat in shreds
No blood left to bleed

Mark D Davis ©2017

The Dancing Vamp


He danced like no other
Held her in his arms
They floated round the floor
Enraptured by his charms
Pressed tight against her
Lost in his masked eyes
Her own sex on fire
Locked to his hard thighs

If only she knew
His true need that night
Not revealed till her fate
Was sealed with his bite

Mark D Davis ©2017

A Vamps Need


An awesome sight
Head lifted to the night
Satisfied now she’d fed
Her victim tied to the bed

So simple, a show of leg
One kiss and then they’d beg
Lured them to her room
Unaware, impending doom

Allow them to enter first
Before she quenched her lethal thirst
Then lost in orgasms cry
She’d drain her victim dry

A Sirens Call


Gazing at the fire
He heard her call his name
Could not believe his eyes
As she grew out of the flame
Beckoned him towards her
“I know that which you yearn
Come dance with me tonight
A whole world you will learn”

Trancelike he stood
Eyes lit with desire
Stepped into her arms
This Goddess of the fire
No pain did he feel
As to embers he was drawn
Rewarded by her passion
As to her world he was reborn

Haunted Honeymoon


Stranded on the roadside
Bravely left her car
Had seen a lighted window
It didn’t seem too far
No signal on her phone
Not sure what to do
The rain began to fall
Soon she was soaked through

The young man was welcoming
Invited her inside
She asked to use his phone
“It’s broken” he replied
Handed her a towel
Told her to dry her hair
Then left her and returned
With something dry to wear

She changed in the bathroom
The dress was white and lace
When she went back out
A wide smile crossed his face
Dressed in his Sunday best
He invited her to eat
Walked her to the table
He was really quite sweet

They talked about the weather
He asked about her drive
Would they worry he asked her
When tonight she’d not arrive
She told him as long
As she was there next day
They would think she stopped to rest
With the weather been that way

After the meal
They talked for a while
Then he asked her to dance
“It’s been quite a while”
His strong farmers hands
Felt nice on her hips
As they swayed to the music
She searched out his lips
Not a word spoken
She was led to his bed
Covered in petals
Of roses so red
Such a tender lover
She’d not had before
Not one part of needs
Did he fail to explore

Woken by the knocking
The sun shining through
When she answered the police said
“We’ve been looking for you
We saw your car
Guessed you might be here
We can get you on your way
There’s nothing to fear”

She went to tell them
About the man and the night
But as she looked around
Saw the derelict sight
“No one has lived here
Since young Bill lost his bride
But sometimes the locals
See a light inside”

“The night of the wedding
Bill hit a tree
She died in his arms
Her head on his knee
He tried to go on
But he couldn’t forgive
And in the end he lost
Any will to live”

As she closed the door
She was sure she heard
A voice say her name
Maybe it was a bird
Then she felt his touch
And his breathe on her ear
“Thank you for my honeymoon night
My dear”



The Vamp in Red


That final touch she knew
Would seal her plan
She knew just what it took
To lure
And ensnare
The right sort of a man
One look from her
The vision clad in red
Drawn softly
To her web
Then tethered to her bed

As she stripped
And laid his body bare
The vein would pulse
In his erection
Run her painted nail there
She would mount
Hold him firm as muscles grip
Then with a scream
As they came
His throats her vicious fangs would rip

She would drink
As she drained him of his seed
His blood so rich
From his excitement
Her favourite time to feed
Then with her kiss
She would revive him with her breathe
Bring him forth
Into her world
Join her tribe of Living Death

Mark Davis 2016