Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 1: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 1: Erin - I didn’t believe in magic, monsters, or anything that defied logic. But that was before the fortune teller’s chilling prophecy, before my best friend vanished into thin air, and before him—the unnaturally beautiful and dangerous being who took her in the first place. Now, I’m trapped in a deadly game between two immortal rivals, each more ruthless than the last. To save my friend, I made a deal with, not one, but two monsters. If I fail? My mind, my body, and my soul will belong to them forever.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Magic Demons Humiliation Rough Oral Sex Sex Toys Slow
“A fate worse than death awaits you, wrapped up in a pretty package.”
Sunken, pale eyes met mine over the glass ball resting on golden talons. A bit cliché for a fortune teller shop, but who was I to judge, considering I was the one who entered this little hole in the wall? Purple drapes hung on the walls to hide the shabby windows. The only light came from a sketchy light fixture dangling overhead and a few generic candles that looked like they would start a fire any minute. It was over the top, but since this place was in the middle of nowhere, I guess you did what you had to do to earn money.
“I was expecting to hear ‘I’ll meet the love of my life this year’ or ‘good fortune is upon you,’” I half-heartedly joked, but I was far from a humorous mood. My therapist said it was a coping mechanism, using humor to deflect real-world situations I felt uncomfortable with. And well, she wasn’t wrong. I certainly was uncomfortable.
The woman—whose name I didn’t catch in the beginning and was too nervous to ask ten minutes into the session—grabbed my wrist with unexpected firmness.
“What kind of trouble are you in, girl?” She frowned, and the skin between her eyes folded.
I was far from a girl, with my thirties just around the corner, but considering this woman had decades on me, compared to her, I was just a girl. A girl who was here of all places on a Saturday night instead of out at the bar, or hanging out at a friend’s place, or honestly anywhere that didn’t scream ‘lonely’ or ‘lost.’
“Uh, could it be the IRS? There was one year I didn’t file my taxes correctly and—”
She yanked harder and I winced. Should I make a run for it from this crazy lady?
“I’m serious. I’ve never met someone with a future so ... dark.” She released me, and I rubbed my wrists, leaning as far back in the velvet upholstered chair as I could get.
“Well, I can assure you there’s nothing dark or mysterious about me, that’s for sure.” No family—growing up in the foster system isolated me more than most people—only one friend I could count on and a day job that heavily exploited me with no hopes of a raise or promotion any time soon. My life was pitiful but average, nothing special or ... dark. “If you’re looking to sell me a good luck charm or anything, I’m sorry, I’m not about that kind of stuff.”
The woman sighed. “I sense you find all of this ridiculous.” She waved her arms at the décor. “This is not my style at all, but it’s what people expect. Tell me truthfully. Why did you come in here tonight?”
I blinked, not expecting to be called out on the spot. “Well ... it’s kind of embarrassing when said out loud.” Embarrassing? Try straight-up sad. “I, uh, recently broke it off with a guy I’ve been seeing for several months. Turns out he was just trying to recruit me for some not-safe-for-work stuff.” I laughed awkwardly, avoiding her gaze. “Before him, I hadn’t dated for a couple of years because of a bad break-up, and well ... I don’t have a lot of friends, and life just seems pretty boring. I guess I was hoping to hear something exciting, something more worthwhile than this everyday normal, boring routine.”
“I could’ve spun you pretty lies, taken your money, and closed up shop for the night, but that wouldn’t have helped you.” She leaned forward to rest on her crossed arms, the smell of incense and cedar stronger as she hovered closer. “Sometimes this boring everyday routine is something we take for granted. Life could be much worse.”
She slid something across the table. The silver coin had a symbol I’d never seen before. Almost like a three-leaf clover with a line dashed through it and strange markings on the side. It could be another language, but it wasn’t any I recognized at first glance.
“Take this, free of charge. Regardless if you believe me or not, you’re in danger or will be soon. Always keep this with you. In the shower, in the car, at work, everywhere. It just may save your life.”
The coin felt cool in my hand, and it was only a third of the size of my palm. “What’s the point of it?”
“I can’t say for sure, but I’m being told you’ll know when the time comes.”
I suppressed an eye roll but then frowned. It would be arrogant to assume I knew everything about the universe and all its secrets. Who’s to say this woman wasn’t telling the truth? Even if I didn’t fully believe her, it didn’t hurt to pocket the coin and take her advice. I gave her a smile and left the shop feeling more lost than before.
My friend Megan was waiting by my door as I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex.
“I told you it would be a minute,” I said, unlocking the door to the generic, white-walled apartment. If anyone—other than Megan—came over, I’d lie and say I was into minimalism when in reality, the rent was too damn high to afford anything else, let alone posh furniture.
“A minute, my ass, Erin. You drive like a grandma.” She stormed past me, taking a seat on the black couch I’d bought at a thrift store. A fitted striped top tucked into straight-leg jeans on anyone else would look plain, normal. On Megan, it looked like she had just got off the runway, her physique, sculpted face, and mousy brown locks screaming model-worthy—maybe because she was one, her face on the cover of multiple magazines.
“Where were you?”
To anyone else, I would’ve come up with a plausible story, but not to Megan. “I went to a fortune teller’s shop.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, you give me grief when I talk about anything occult-related, and here you are getting your fortune taken without me?” She held up a paper bag of mouth-watering fast food. “Even after I bought us some food, too.”
I put my hands together in universal symbolism for worship as I tore into my cheeseburger and fries. We both ate around the coffee table since I hadn’t yet found a table that was reasonably priced to buy. “I thought you had a date with what’s-his-face?” I said after downing my burger in three bites.
Megan shrugged. “We’re always hanging out together. I wanted to be with you tonight for once, like we used to all the time back in college.”
“How sweet of you. So, what happened? Did you guys have a fight? Is he out with the boys tonight?”
She playfully punched my arm. “I can’t believe you don’t think I genuinely want to hang out with you?”
I didn’t say out loud that I knew I was a boring person, preferring my solitude and late-night TV shows over going out as Megan did with her boyfriend and her other friends most weekends. Megan had invited me more than once, but I just couldn’t find the energy or desire to interact with new people. Trying to make new friends at this age was exhausting, especially when most people already had kids, a husband, or an established friend group. I hated feeling like an outsider every time.
“Okay, well, you caught me. Kind of.” She pulled out a book—more like a textbook than anything—from her bag with faded lettering and yellowing pages. It looked like it belonged as a prop on a haunted mansion set. “I wanted to try this, and I knew you’d humor me.”
I polished off the rest of my fries and sat back on my hands. “Oh, really?” I pretended to act offended, but she was right. I’d do anything for Megan. “And what will we be doing with an ancient textbook? Did you steal that from the library? Definitely smells like it.”