Eldritch Enactment
Copyright© 2025 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 39: First Union
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 39: First Union - After his father's passing in 1822, Silas Wolcott returns home to discover he has inherited a fortune beyond necessity. However, soon, he must uncover the secrets of his House and bloodline. From a seductive vampire to a university that wants knowledge, a tale of hubris, fear, and destruction unfolds.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Gay Heterosexual Fiction Historical Horror School Science Fiction Alternate History Paranormal non-anthro Vampires Anal Sex Cream Pie Squirting Voyeurism Geeks Halloween Royalty Transformation Violence
“To adore strength is to confess weakness. To be power is not to adore it. The very weakest only dream of being powerful.”
— Sir Giles Tumulty, in Charles Williams, War in Heaven. First published by Victor Gollancz Ltd., London, in 1930. Copyright © Charles Williams.
When Abigail Christie agreed to see about a fertility treatment, she had not know she was consenting to such a hands-on approach.
After her husband died of a winter sickness, and miscarrying their only child, she was told that her body could not carry another child, not only to term, but at all. The doctor made it seem as though she were barren. For a woman in her early thirties, this was a death sentence in a way, but then she heard about miraculous healing medicine at Dreibruch, so she made her way from her Massachusetts farm town.
She signed a form and consented to an inspection and said she would do anything to have a child. After the doctor left, a handsome specimen of a man made his way in.
He was everything she could have wanted in a man. He was tall, strong, good looking, and there she was in her hospital gown. She was a woman of good repute, yet for some reason, she found herself drawn to him. His lips touched hers, and she knew what she would consent to give him despite being a proper Christian woman.
She moaned and gasped as she felt his hands on her body. It was almost as though they were everywhere, and she could not contain herself or the pleasure she felt from the man.
He barely spoke; nevertheless, she was drawn to give him her sex. She would have given him anything, and there was no rhyme or reason for such a surrender to this man. Nothing could stop her though.
As she felt him penetrate her, she gasped and moaned. Her climax was instantaneous. He was deeper in her than her late-husband had ever been, and she did not want to disparage the man she loved, but the comparison was instantaneous. She could feel him filling the deepest part of her womanhood. No part of her could stop the orgasm that flooded from her sex.
She cried out in ecstasy. Moment by moment passed. Nothing mattered. Somehow, she knew he would be able to keep her in such a state, and he did. His hands were touching her face, her chest, and her up her thighs and on her shoulders.
Such a thing should be impossible, but as another climactic orgasm stole her, she did not care.
Nothing mattered. Only the sensation of his body on hers, only the feel of his manhood in the deepest regions of her sex would do.
There was no strength left in her to wrap her legs around her lover. Instead, she laid there, gasping and moaning and screaming. The slit between her legs was beyond slick, overflowing from squirting pleasure, and she could not even see his phallic member, but she could feel him more rigid than ever between her legs.
If he was anything like her husband, this meant his orgasm would be arriving momentarily.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Do it! Give me a baby!”
The explosive deposit in her almost made her lose herself. She could feel his orgasm in her chest, throat, and even her head.
She knew when she came down from her pleasures, she would have a headache like no other, but such a simple pain for such overwhelming delights were worth it.
She was once a farmgirl, but for the moment, she worked in a brothel. However, when a university supposedly offered her two hundred dollars in cash to have a baby, she made her way from New York City to Dreibruch College.
There was no need for foreplay for her. Her family wanted their line to live on, but Bethany Cowell would not have a child by a man in a traditional sense, so she found herself riding some stud of a specimen in an exam room.
She felt him in her, she cried out. She was sure some perverted doctor was looking. So much the better. Let voyeur physicians see her take this man’s seed into her.
She had been paid once to have sex in front of an audience. They had slapped her, mocked her, but paid twenty-five dollars for a night. For now, her room and board were paid for, and she would get two hundred dollars when she gave birth.
Dreibruch had a reputation of keeping women alive, so Bathany had said yes to the arrangement as quickly as anything.
When she felt his load explode into her, she gasped and said, “Aww. There’s a good lad.”
She did not want to scare him off, but most men just wanted to leave after their seed was spent.
For her, this was no matter. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see her breasts slick with sweat, and she thought she looked rather attractive.
The observation hall was literally a hall the went parallel to the hallway that allowed people access to their rooms. This was a row of secured chambers hidden beneath Dreibruch College’s medical ward. The stone masons might have rushed in terms of time, but with no expense spared, the walls were strong and sturdy.
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