Call of the Night: A Paranormal Lesbian Erotica by Maderson Nina

Author:Maderson, Nina [Maderson, Nina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-07T00:00:00+00:00

In the early morning light, Grace stirred in the bed. She felt strangely energised, despite her exhaustion from the night before. What had happened?

She ran her hand over her naked body.

Why was she naked?

Suddenly awake, Grace sat up in the bed; this wasn’t her bed, this wasn’t her home.

But she recognised it, as if from a dream; she was at the house, the house where there had been the masked party.

The house that she had crossed London to visit the night before.

Her heart racing, Grace pulled the sheets from the other side of the bed. Half terrified, half hoping…

She was alone. There was no one with her.

The disappointment shocked her.

Who had she been expecting? Her mind was cloudy, but her body felt powerful and alert. Energy radiated through her veins, but she struggled to lock onto the memories of the night before.

Had she been drunk? She can’t have been; she felt amazing.

Amazing but naked and alone in someone else’s bed.

Confused and slightly uneasy, Grace slid out of the rich, four-poster bed. Her clothes were neatly folded in a pile on a chair, and the door to a small old-fashioned but functional bathroom had been left ajar.

She decided to shower, half-expecting to hear the movements of other people in the house, expecting her to… who?

She couldn’t remember. But she was sure there had been a woman.

That didn’t seem right, Grace wasn’t interested in women, she wouldn’t have slept with a woman… except that those dreams she’d been having did seem very real. And very enjoyable…

Grace shook the thoughts away, and dried herself off before throwing on her clothes; a hoodie, and trackie bottoms, with trainers. No bra, no socks. What the hell had she been thinking?

She looked herself over in the full-length antique mirror and, in a wave of memory, everything came flooding back; the call in the night, the coolness of the fog, the journey across London, Selena waiting for her when she arrived.

That was who she had come to meet! Selena.

Beautiful, incredible Selena, whose lips Grace had tasted, along with the rest of that woman’s body.

Suddenly, Grace felt the heat of arousal wash through her as she remembered Selena’s touch, their bodies grinding against one another, and the moment Grace had felt her fingers slide into Selena and yet in the mirror, in this strange, antique mirror that stood in front of her right now, the one she could see herself in as plain as day; she had not seen Selena.

The woman with pale skin and eyes dark as the night, had no reflection. As Grace stared at herself, remembering watching herself the night before, she noticed the mark on her shoulder, a bruise on the soft flesh where the neck and throat met.

She edged closer to the mirror, it was old and pockmarked, revealing the silver metal underneath, but even so, Grace could see the bruise. She could remember the sensation of Selena biting down on her, piercing her flesh, and seeing the drops of blood form.

Yet there was no mark now.

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