Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 29: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 29: 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
Across the foyer of The Council’s Sanctuary, Cal, Tatianna, and I entered another room. Similar to the previous trial room, two thrones sat across from one another, minus the audience of chairs. Aside from the checkered floors and unusual velvet walls, the room itself felt lackluster, as if there should be more, but there wasn’t.
“This way.” Cal tugged my hand toward a side entrance, Tatianna still close behind us. She glared daggers at me, and I swore I could feel them digging into my skin.
The smaller adjacent room welcomed us with paneled wood walls and the same checkered floors, along with a red velvet loveseat, a desk, and a fireplace. It reminded me of a study found in an affluent household. Cal released my hand, moving his fingers to the small of my back, guiding me to the couch. I paused, not wanting to be that close to him, especially not when my nerves were already out of whack, but his touch became insistent until I complied.
Tatianna sat on top of the desk, eyes trailing to where Cal placed his arm around my shoulders, his thigh touching mine. “I thought you didn’t fuck Lower Realms’ beings anymore, Cal?” Her tone was sickly sweet, even if her eyes told another story.
Images of Angelica with Dez and Cal in different sexual positions flicked through my mind like a high-budget porno making me flush. I bet Angelica was the last Lower Realms being Cal slept with. What happened?
Instead of denying it, Cal remained quiet, heat building in my cheeks even more. I didn’t care what Tatianna thought; I just wanted to focus on getting myself freed from Dez’s promise of eternal misery.
Tatianna crossed her legs, admiring her nails. “So be it. Let’s review our talking points, shall we?”
Cal informed me earlier that a representative was assigned to each party in the case. Dez was acting as his own representative, while Tatianna was Cal’s. The plaintiff, Dez, was pursuing legal custody of me on the grounds I was his by right of breach of contract. In derogatory terms, a con-bond slave. Cal told me he and Tatianna had won the case previously because of my active contract with Cal. When our contract ended, Dez pleaded to have the case reopened, and since it involved Dez, the Council made it a top priority. Since the defendant, Cal, no longer had a claim on me per our closed contract, the Council agreed I could step in to defend myself.
“You will be asked to choose your representative at trial,” Cal had said, sitting at the edge of the bed not long after I had woken up. “Tatianna is best equipped to win your case. You will choose her.”
I had pulled the quilted blanket closer around me to prevent the chill of the room from creeping into where I snuggled beneath the covers. “Like hell, I will. She’d sooner sabotage this trial out of spite than try to win my freedom.”
“Tatianna works for me. If she purposely fails, her life will be forfeit to me for the next hundred years.”
I frowned and scanned his body for any sign of a contract mark, but nothing was visible. Then again, I hadn’t seen any contract marks on Tatianna or Dez either. Maybe they had a way to disguise them? If Cal and Tatianna had formed a contract of sorts, it would explain how she had unlimited access to Cal’s place.
“Do I have to? Is there no one else?” The idea didn’t sit right with me, regardless if Tatianna had a contract with Cal or if she’d won my case before.
Cal’s eyes narrowed, and I glanced away at the crackling fire. He didn’t reply, but he also didn’t say I had to choose her, either. But who else could I choose? Who else would fight for me and also be intelligent enough to win?
I should’ve been here defending myself in the first place, I silently seethed as I listened to Tatianna go over our position in trial. Cal kept close even as I attempted to wedge space between us on the couch, a hint of a smile on his lips telling me he got off on the fact I was clearly uncomfortable. I sighed, kicking up loose strands of my hair. Maybe it was for the best that I hadn’t been here originally to defend myself. I was out of my element, whereas Cal and Tatianna clearly knew what they were doing, having won the case previously. With the talking points Tatianna suggested, it even seemed like I had a fighting chance to win. But could I trust her?
A clock chimed, like an old grandfather clock, but louder. It was time.
We left our adjoining room into the main space, and my heart caught in my throat.
Dez walked out of the room opposite ours in a satin blue suit that brought out the color in his eyes. He had his hair perfectly combed back—not a single imperfection in sight. He looked almost human again, aside from his unnatural beauty and height. His piercing gaze focused wholly on me, and I almost lost it right then and there.
Dezmandaro was, without a doubt, still beyond pissed.
Cal squeezed my shoulder, the last being I expected any sort of comfort from. Dez’s composure slipped. His eyes shot to Cal’s hand as if he wanted to slice it clean off, and Cal retaliated with a smirk. Great, not only was I fighting for my life today, but I was also being used as a pawn in a long-standing feud between two arrogant assholes.
We walked into the center of the room, between the two thrones, Tatianna and Cal standing between me and Dez. The walls shuddered, and the checkered pattern floor moved even as our feet remained still. It felt as if I were on a wild mushroom trip.
Intense pressure slammed into me from all sides, and I hunched over. Tatianna laughed. Cal clasped my hand, and the pressure lessened enough for me to stand upright again, my body sagging in relief. The Council’s voices reverberated all around us, and a spectrum of color encased the room, but no physical bodies appeared.
“Are all intended parties and representatives present?” The choir of voices came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“Yes,” Dez said, and I could still feel the weight of his gaze as I concentrated on the checkered floor, trying not to heave up my coffee from earlier.
Silence reigned until Cal elbowed me. I knew it was my turn to speak, but doubt plagued me. Could I trust Tatianna? Who else could I choose?
Then the answer hit me.
I waited until I knew my voice wouldn’t shake. “No.”
All three beings stiffened.
Cal’s hand tightened painfully on mine. “Erin—”
“Choose your representative, Erin Jay Williams,” the Council thundered.
I ignored Cal’s steely gaze. “Llewyn. I choose Llewyn to be my representative.”
“You what?” Tatianna spat, her face contorted in outrage. Unusually so. I’m glad I followed my gut in not trusting her. A hundred years or not, Tatianna would’ve risked it just to see me fail.
Llewyn appeared beside me, his hair flowing around his shoulders like the limbs of a willow tree, with skin so pale it was almost translucent. He didn’t wear a suit, but a layer of robes in assorted patterns, from cotton waves to silk flowers.
“Llewynelle, we call on you as a representative for Erin Jay Williams. Do you accept?”
It was risky calling on Llewyn, and I hadn’t been sure a prisoner could stand in as a representative to begin with, but the abilities Llewyn possessed were beyond that of any other being I had met. I had to hope he had the power to win this, but it all depended on his answer. He could very well say no, and I would have no choice but to choose someone else at random, Tatianna or myself. All of which would lead to my inevitable doom.
“Yes.”
I almost passed out in relief.
“Let the trial begin,” the Council bellowed.
Dez and I took our places on the thrones opposite one another, Llewyn standing beside me. Cal and Tatianna were allowed to watch from the sidelines but couldn’t interfere. The fire in Tatianna’s eyes hadn’t faded. Cal didn’t look any happier, his expression promising retribution. In my two months here, I’d already pissed off a few of the most powerful beings. If I didn’t figure out how to get back to Earth, I was as good as dead. Actually, at this rate, I’d be lucky to have a swift death.
A metal bar settled over my lap before the chair skyrocketed into the air. I screamed until we came to a complete stop, far, far above where Tatianna and Cal stood. Dez sat cross-legged across from me, wearing an unkind smile. At least I had Llewyn beside me, hovering in midair. From this height, the checkered floor looked like black and white beetles, the velvet red walls extending far past the ceiling of the room we’d just been in. It surrounded us with waves of light and color that I guessed signified the Council’s presence.
From this point, I did little talking, as Cal had said would happen. The exception is that now, Llewyn presented my case and standing argument as a representative instead of Tatianna.
“We deny Dezmandaro’s claim on the grounds of deliberate misinformation, duress, and blackmail per section ‘Calling Contracts’ rule number one.”
While Llewyn hadn’t been present for the pep talk, I knew he would already be up to speed on everything. I hadn’t seen Dez, Cal, or even Tatianna display the kind of powers Llewyn did. Maybe I just hadn’t witnessed them yet, but my gut told me Llewyn was a special case and that not just anyone could read minds or access and flow through people’s memories like a movie—well, except maybe the Council as the world shifted.
The velvet walls faded to my apartment’s white ones. The moon crept in through my broken blinds I hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet, and my bumpy, uncomfortable black couch I sat on before pacing around the room and eventually settling on the salt circle where I butchered the ritual Megan and I had just done the night before.