Stranger in the Dark · an Erotic Retelling of Cupid and Psyche

Warning: this is a fantasy erotic short story, containing dubious consent, male dominance, and bound sex in the dark with a stranger.

Psyche clings to the cliff’s edge, left there to be claimed by the demon that desires her. She wakes up in a strange house, alone. She enters the bedroom and the door shuts, trapping her in the dark. But she’s not alone, anymore. Her new master takes her in the dark, satisfying her lusts but leaving her curiosity burning. She longs to see him and determine what he really is. She gets her wish at last, and finds that he’s not a demon after all.

An Excerpt from Stranger in the Dark:

“Ah, Psyche,” he said, “was there ever a woman more beautiful?” The voice was closer this time. I wanted to reach out a hand and feel the void in front of me, but I was afraid of what I might touch.

“If you like how I look in the dark, you should see me in the light,” I quipped.

“I can see you just fine, dove,” he rumbled. “Now undress for me.”

I froze against the door. My tense grip on the handle tightened.

“Undress, Psyche,” he said, firmly.

I lifted a shaking hand, and fumbled at the clasp of my tunic. The metal pin came undone, and the cloth slid against my skin as it fell loose. I gripped it tightly to my chest, squeezing the handful of fabric in my fist. It was a small comfort, that thin layer hiding my naked skin from him. But I heard a low laugh, and then I felt my tunic being tugged away.

I whimpered as the cloth was pulled, gradually, from my grip. I hugged myself, clasping my arms around my naked body. I heard his grunt of lust, as I quivered against the door. I heard the warm huffs of his breath, louder now, as if he was standing inches in front of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no different – I was just as blind and vulnerable either way.

“I’m going to touch you,” he warned. I stiffened, wondering how he would seize me first. By the breast, or the hips, or perhaps just my arm or neck. But the touch landed on my cheek, light as a moth. I blinked. It was warm and smooth, the touch of skin on skin. He exhaled, slowly, and I felt his breath blowing across my face. The touch traveled down my cheek to my neck. I shivered. He crossed my collarbone, next, and the touch set my skin prickling all the way down my chest.