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eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: Carmine's First-Ever Collection of Erotica! One of the hottest new writers of dark, erotic fantasy on the web, Carmine's work has appeared in dozens of ezines and erotic websites such as Ruthie's Club, Bedroom Chronicles, Voracity Beat, Sauce*Box, A Dark Whisper, Adult Story Corner, Heated Rush, BDSM Library, BDSM Café, BDSM Palace, Scared Naked, Amoret, Kristydoll's BDSM Ezine, Blue Erotica, Lair of the Shebitch, Blood Moon Zine, Blue Food, The Emerald Collection, Mind Caviar, Ophelia's Muse, Shadow of the Marquis, and Abby's Realm. Now you can read the stories the web has been raving about in this sizzling collection of tales. You will meet a gathering of the darkest, most seductive creatures imaginable, vampires, witches, shapeshifters, and other midnight delights. Among the stories included in this book are reader favorites like "Hellfire Manor," "Lady Filth," "Dawn's Ashes," "Lessons of the Beast." "The Jesuit and the Succubus," "Voodoo," "Inner Beast," and more. If you like a thrill and a scare with your erotica, if you dream of Dracula bending over your half-conscious form, then you will love the exciting, shadowy world Carmine paints in his prose.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005

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HELLFIRE MANOR

One: Rosario's First Impression

Rosaria Marquez-Cisneros stepped out of a taxi and into a rainstorm. As she began to ascend some steps, the stooped, old driver opened the automobile's boot and tossed out her luggage. He didn't even pause for a gratuity. Rosaria picked up the smaller suitcases but found she could not budge the trunk.

"Señorita," a voice hissed. "Leave the luggage. Murcielago will attend to that."

Standing at the edge of the manor's porch was a man half her size. Dressed in evening attire, he held in his right hand a silver platter upon which rested a goblet swirling with spirits. In his left hand he cradled a towel.

"Welcome to Casa Infierno."

Into the main hall Rosaria wandered, delicate hands wringing raindrops from shimmering tresses of ebony hair. Two stairways led to a second floor and several passages hinted at rooms beyond. The young woman paused by a dormant fountain.

"Stay still," whispered the butler. "El caudillo even now is filling his eyes with you. He must become accustomed to your beauty."

Rosario stiffened as the little beast, for homunculus the butler must be, placed gloved hands upon her calves. Fabric-lined fingers followed the seam of her Esprit Couture stockings until they reached the edge of her skirt. Clasping the velvet hemline, the servant lifted her damp skirt upward, exposing a black garter belt and a Paris thong. The gloves were on her taut buttocks immediately. Each hand tapped a cheek once.

"Not even a jiggle, señor."

At the top of the stairs Rosaria discerned a figure in the dark. A gray man sat in a wheelchair.

"Enough, Jorbi. I am satisfied."

Jorbi leered, an unusually long tongue poking Rosaria's swollen cleft. Rosario whirled around, pulling her skirt down.

"Far from it am I," he murmured as he hobbled away.

Two: Murcielago's Nasty Habit

"Don Quiñones will pay his respects later." Jorbi opened the door to a guestroom. "A telephone is available, but it only works for the manor. Ask and you shall receive."

As Jorbi closed the door, Rosario lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong. She could still smell the half-man's breath on it, so she tossed it under a dresser.

Three times larger than her flat, the bedchamber was filled with lush furnishings, the center of which was a bed covered with pillows of every shape and size. Still disturbed about the butler, Rosaria opened a pair of doors leading to a terrace. The rain's intensity had lessened, with only sporadic drops teasing chilled flesh.

Rosaria spotted her trunk still sitting on the driveway. She was about to search for the telephone when a man came into her view. He had a lumbering gait, and as he took each step, uneven arms swayed from side to side. Bending down, the behemoth wrapped one arm around the trunk and with little effort lifted it off the ground.

Rosaria gasped.

The giant looked up. With his free hand he unzipped the fly of his trousers, bringing out a mammoth member. A hideous leer on his face, the man then began to stroke his cock. Green veins throbbed as the toadstool-shaped head turned almost black.

Cheeks burning, Rosaria went back into the room.

"Be not concerned with Murcielago" A passe-partout still in a gnarled hand, an old man in a wheelchair pushed past the doorway and into the bedroom. "An unfortunate mistake. A patchwork, if you will."

"Am I to have privacy?"

The old man ignored the question. "He is dead, señorita. He has no seed to give you."

Rosario's eyes widened. "Pardon?"

"Do not fret, for I have other plans for you."

Three: When There's No More Room in Hell

Caught in the twilight of sleep, Rosaria relinquished control to her dream lover, a man she had encountered at the airport while en route to the "Infernal House." She had sat next to him while waiting for a connection to Soledad, Spain.

While he had discussed the intricacies of mergers and acquisitions, she had focused on his crotch, which as he became excited popped up like a makeshift tent. She was not impressed with the fact that talking business gave him a stiff one, but she was delighted with the size of his member.

Struggling to waken, Rosaria clenched her teeth as her dream lover parted her legs and inserted a tongue into her cleft. The thing glided up and down, then came to rest on her belly. It was here he tickled and flicked.

Rosaria's eyes opened. Close to climax, she closed her thighs and arched her back. She suddenly realized someone was in bed with her, someone with a most talented tongue.

She shrieked, both from fear and ecstasy.

"You are divine, preciosa." Jorbi wiped his mouth and sat up, both hands latching onto a dwarfed cock. "Do Jorbi, please."

Reaching for a comforter, Rosario swabbed the half-man's saliva from her still-trembling slit. "Bastard!"

"Be nice to Jorbi. He tell you things."

"Like what?"

"Don Quiñones, he is a necromancer." Jorbi looked around the pitch-black room. "Everyone here is dead, except for el caudillo and Jorbi."

Rosaria's eyes narrowed. "Murcielago, he is dead?"

"He was the first."

"And how do I know you are not like him?"

Jorbi stroked his nub. "Give it a taste. Only los vivos can blossom."

Moments later, Rosario removed her lips from the half-man's cock and swallowed. The little bastard was alive--the salty aftertaste was all the proof she needed.

Four: The Bathroom, What Comes After

Rosaria stepped out of a shower and began to dry off. She had come to Casa Infierno ostensibly to help the old man with his memoirs, but it seemed Don Quiñones had something else in mind. After breakfast, she would confront him, then ask for a ticket home. If he refused, she would find her own way back to America.

Padding into the bedroom, the unclad girl spotted a figure in the dark.

"Who's there?"

A woman dressed in a nurse's outfit stepped into what little light escaped from the bathroom. She was unusually tall, with wide shoulders and square hips.

"Don Quiñones has asked you be cleaned."

"Cleaned?" Rosaria's eyes darted about the room, spotting several more shadows. "I just showered."

As Rosaria took a step back, she bumped into something solid. Before she could retreat, a pair of gnarled, vein-laden hands clamped on her shoulders. The pain was such that she dropped to her knees. Looking up, she spotted the angular face of Murcielago.

"Idiot, stop ogling her! Place her on the mattress."

Several attendants helped Murcielago secure Rosaria's wrists to bedposts. While the nurse rummaged through a medical bag, Murcielago pulled out his ever-erect cock, and leaning over, slapped its tip on her chin.

"Away from there, bestia!"

An attendant hung a hot-water bottle on an I.V. stand while two others grabbed Rosario's legs and pried them apart. On the bed, the nurse wormed her way toward Rosaria, her face close to her cleft. Parting Rosario's pussy lips, the nurse used her tongue to lick the length of her slit.

"Yes, you have to be cleaned."

"I just showered," Rosaria pleaded, her voice filled with delirium.

"Not the outside," the nurse said holding a penis-shaped nozzle. "I am going to clean you from the inside."