Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 34: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 34: 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
The next few days felt surreal. Almost like reverse culture shock after being away for so long. Every day, I left my apartment expecting to see autumn leaves or the world shifting beneath my feet. Every face I passed, I scrutinized, looking for the unnaturalness that would prove they weren’t human, as I purchased a new phone, bought groceries, and applied for new jobs.
At night, it was worse. Cal and Dez haunted my dreams, but I couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or if my mind was giving me nightmares. Every shadow I thought was Wyll, who had come back to life to finish the job. My leg would flare up in pain as if my body couldn’t tell the difference between the present and the past, and I didn’t think I slept at all the first two nights back.
Unlike Megan, I didn’t have anyone to call to let them know I was okay. I would’ve called my job, but since they’d already fired me due to my extended absence without notice (I couldn’t really say an otherworldly being kidnapped me), there was no need. At least Megan still called to check on me, letting me know how Saya and the other girl were doing at her mother’s place. I asked Megan if anything seemed strange or off about the mysterious purple-haired girl, but she hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.
I placed salt around the house hoping it would ward Cal off. Llewyn had said it wouldn’t work against him, but I had to try something. I gave Saya the coin, telling her to hide it. The Sylvain Silver still didn’t work, but I hoped we’d figure it out down the road in order to return the purple-haired girl back home. And secretly, I hoped to reunite Saya with Rowan, wherever he was.
A month passed by before I knew it. I never went to the doctor’s, much to Megan’s aggravation. I knew they’d ask too many questions, and now that I was living off my savings, I couldn’t afford a medical bill. Besides, my leg had healed on its own, aside from a slight limp that could be from being stabbed. Twice. Or my previously broken ankle flaring up again.
Cal’s dagger had disappeared the day after we arrived back on Earth. Not that I wanted a deadly weapon on me, but it made me more nervous. Would Cal still show up, even after all this time? We had our contract, but did he really need me to fulfill it? Would it be too much to hope that he would let me live the rest of my life in peace now?
As the days went on, I hoped more and more that Cal and Dez had forgotten about me and that my life could go back to the way it was. My dreams returned to normal. Aside from the occasional trauma-driven nightmare, I got a decent night’s sleep here and there.
I had a couple of interviews lined up and a date with Megan to visit our favorite dive bar on Saturday, just the two of us. She’d dropped most of her ‘friends’ and broken it off with the guy she had been seeing prior to leaving this world.
Megan’s mom still didn’t know the full story of where we went, coming up with a last-minute lie about another extended trip we took. Neither her mom nor the cops had bought it, but we didn’t dare tell them the truth. It turned out it had been her mom rummaging through the drawers of my apartment when we both disappeared. I forgot I’d given her a key when Megan and I had left for Europe for our backpacking trip awhile back.
Saya came over a few times. Megan drove her over to my complex, and all of us would grab brunch or do a movie night together. Saya adjusted surprisingly well, but considering how much the other realm shifted and warped depending on the being’s mood, the earthly realm must have been no big deal. She didn’t mention Wyll or what had happened, and I didn’t either. I knew that would be a conversation we’d have far down the road, but we were both still recovering. Especially Saya, whose eyes looked haunted by her past sins. I didn’t think she’d ever escape from it, but I hoped.
One day, the purple-haired girl disappeared. We went out and looked for her, but found no sign of her or of why she had left.
I returned to my apartment after dropping off Saya, pulling my keys out of my purse with one earbud in, and jamming out to an alternative rock playlist. It was weird driving again, along with so many other things I had taken for granted. I already slipped back into my usual routine of job hunting, cooking for one, grocery shopping, and making weekly trips to Megan’s place. All in between glasses of wine, and picking up dirty piles of laundry I still insisted on leaving around my house. I snuggled back into my comfort zone like a warm blanket I had since childhood. Yet, my body expected more, as if I’d finally learned to fly and was being shoved back into a cage.
I shook my head. This is what you want, I told myself. I’d had enough ‘adventure’ to last a lifetime.
I unlocked the door to my dark apartment (the sun was setting earlier and earlier as we approached winter) and fumbled for the light switch.
The hallway light buzzed on overhead, and I sighed in relief to find it empty. Even after a month of normal human life, a part of me still feared Cal would show up. I hated that another part of me hoped he would.
No, you don’t, I chided myself. If I weren’t waiting for another job, I’d have already scheduled an appointment with my therapist about these exact desires. Oh well, my mental health would have to suffer in the meantime.