Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 1
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Flynn hoped his life of humiliation under the tyranny of his overbearing stepfather would end when he reached his 18th birthday. It didn't. Crossing that milestone only brought him to the strange world of his new boarding school. Within its walls were a coven of witches, a succubus, assorted monsters of indescribable species, and... of course... werewolves. He'd thought he had no privacy before. Now his privacy, and his body, are being continually violated in ways he could never have imagined.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Horror Humor School Paranormal Magic Were animal Demons Humiliation Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Enema Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Flynn staggered around in the dark, lost somewhere within his own house. This wasn’t quite as ridiculous as it sounds. Sullivan Estate was huge and labyrinthine. And Flynn was drunk. Very drunk. Stepdad’s extra special stock of rare and outrageously expensive liquor ... not hidden nearly as well as intended ... was the perfect way for Flynn to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. Not only could he commemorate his advancement into adulthood in an extra special way, but by the time Stepdad discovered the theft, Flynn would already be beyond his reach. He’d be at his mysterious new boarding school, one that was not of his choosing.
He turned down another dark corridor. The moonlight through the tall windows failed to reveal anything familiar. Damn. He wasn’t even sure why he’d begun roaming the household in the middle of the night. The brain cells that held that information had been pickled. Maybe he’d finished one bottle and had gone in search of another.
If his nerves weren’t so well lubricated at the moment, he might’ve begun to panic. He’d been wandering for quite a while. He wasn’t the first to fall victim to the sprawling mansion’s confusing maze of hallways and rooms. Sometimes this happened to guests or even household staff. No one had been permanently lost. At least, as far as he knew.
The absurdity of his dilemma overcame any nervousness. Flynn began to giggle uncontrollably.
He turned a corner to see another long, dark corridor stretching out before him. But this one held something new. The silhouette of a figure stood in the middle of the hall about twenty yards away. His giggles died a quick death.
The figure’s alluring curves were obviously female. He immediately knew it wasn’t his mother or either of his sisters. And no member of the staff made such a luscious outline. He knew. He’d looked.
While he was trying to decide whether to be alarmed or aroused, the figure moved and was now somehow only inches away ... then even closer than that. Her curves molded themselves to his body. The decision had been made. Arousal had won. Flynn was instantly erect, tenting his loose sweatpants.
“Ummmm?” was all he could manage to say.
“Don’t speak, pretty boy. Don’t ruin the moment. The only utterances I want to hear from you are sounds of desire and pleasure.”
Preposterously, Flynn wondered at her wording. Had she actually said utterances? Did anyone really use that word? It sounded archaic.
He realized his stiffened penis was now somehow free of his underwear and sweats. He looked down to see he was wearing nothing at all. He was as naked as this strange woman...
... succubus...
... who was rubbing her body against his with an oily ease. Everywhere their skin touched was alive with electricity. He almost had an orgasm right then and there.
What was going on? And where had that word ... succubus ... come from? He was sure she hadn’t spoken it.
When the seductress slid onto his shaft, all questions ceased. He gasped at the warm, wet sensation enveloping his penis. She tightened around him, encasing his erection in an unyielding grip. She was both slippery and inescapable.
Was that normal? Flynn didn’t know. He was, unfortunately, the dreaded V word ... a virgin.
But not anymore, he corrected himself. He was banishing that letter from his alphabet at that very moment. That realization enhanced the intensity of these new physical sensations. He let out a long moan of pleasure.
“Yes,” she purred. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Flynn was now on his back in the thick cushion of carpeting. Her knees gripped his bare hips as tightly as her slit had seized his penis. She was strong ... stronger than him. He was at her mercy.