FICTION SHORT: Throb (Erotic Horror)

I love writing horror fiction and erotic horror fiction. With all this nonfiction book writing, I'm giving myself a bit of time each week to write a horror short that is under 1000 words. This one today is under 500 and an erotic horror piece. There will be another one on Wednesday that will thrill and delight. Be certain you are mature enough to read this. If not, you are learning about sex in entirely the wrong blog unless you plan to have paranormal encounters.

Skin met skin, tacky, moist, heated deeply from within. Undulating against the damp sheets, their bodies met, thrust for thrust in a cadence born from a united goal to seek the thrill.

She coaxed him in soft whispering tones against his sensitive ear. This accompanied a throaty laugh at the challenge and the quest was on. With a staccato of deep thrusts, he made her mood turn in an instant. Now, her nails dug into his ridges of his shoulder blades and then punctured his flesh without his notice. Singularly concentrating on the throb of his shaft and the need to release, the man studied her dark eyes, searching for a sign that she was trembling on the brink.

The woman gasped, arched against him until the moisture of their bodies created a delightful suction. He felt it then, a tightening spasm as she clung to his aching flesh. He bent to her neck, settling his mouth against her skin, biting playfully and then more painfully at the throb of her pulse.

The tremble in her breathing gave him the sign as he bruised her flesh with his teeth and then picked up his cadence. The woman threw her head back helplessly, completely vulnerable to his domination. He lifted his head and studied her expression of bliss as he felt himself rising to the moment, knowing it would be the longest most potent climax of his entire existence.

Then she put her mouth to his throat, nibbling, licking, teasing and whimpering in a soft plead for the hot wash of him within her swollen folds. He threw back his head as the conqueror as he stiffened and spent himself.

Her teeth pleasurably nipped at the pulse in his neck and he grunted in torture and pleasure as her teeth penetrated the flesh, crushing the artery, his hot seed pumping from his body as his hot blood drained from his neck.

Dizzy with a protracted climax, his arms grew weak, his body became cold, his climax petered out, replaced by the warm arousing feeling of blood being sucked masterfully from his body. His heart beat slowed, his breathing quieted as he collapsed atop of her.

She dominated him now, seated atop of him like a wild thing, drinking desperately from his life blood, draining him of all of his life at once. His body satisfied and spent, he sank back into the soft folds of his death bed and gave in to the greatest of releases.