The following erotic horror story has themes of horror, non-consent sex, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Move, damn it, move!" Paul yells as he runs as fast as he can, threatening to overtake his girlfriend Rachel who runs over the wilderness in front of him. The American couple runs through the Irish wilderness, heading to a lone cabin in the distance as they are in the middle of nowhere. Both run for their lives, looks of terror on their faces.
The twenty-six-year-old Rachel leaps onto the cabin's porch, not caring what they must look like as it is close to midnight. To anyone watching, they no doubt look like criminals trying to break in under the cover of the light of the moon. Not to mention how dirty and ruffled their clothes are.
Now on the porch, Rachel knocks frantically on the front door, not waiting for someone to open the door before trying the knob. When she finds the door is locked she frantically shakes and pulls on the door before pounding to wake whoever is inside.
"Let us in! Let us in!" Rachel cries, fear and panic in her voice. She uses both hands to pound on the door, letting anyone within earshot to know they are in trouble and need help.
Paul reaches the porch and pounds on the door with his fists. His hard blows are much louder and more violent than his girlfriend's, threatening to break down the door with both knowing they only have moments to live unless they get in.
"Open the fucking door, or I swear I'll kick it in and fuck all of us," Paul threatens, stepping back several steps as he means to kick at the door. He fully means this too. He'll kick the door down so the cabin won't offer any protection for anyone.
Rachel shrieks at Paul to not do this. That their only protection against what is chasing them is a locked door. For some reason what is chasing them can't get past a locked door even if it could easily break the entire house down.
The door of the cabin opens just a crack where the face of a middle-aged woman looks out. The woman's blue eye looks at the couple from the crack, giving a troubled and concerned expression.
Seeing the opportunity Paul runs forward, slamming his shoulder against the partly open door. On purpose Paul knocks the woman out of the way to get in, not caring that she goes sailing backward to land on the floor.
Paul and Rachel rush in, slamming the door behind them. The moment the door shuts, something rams into it from the other side. Whatever it is slams against the door again, trying to push it open to which Paul manages to press his entire two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle against it.
"Lock the fucking thing!" Paul yells at Rachel, who with trembling hands slides the slide-bolt over to lock the door.
The moment the bolt slides into place, the pounding on the door stops. Even though the slide-bolt looks like a ten-year-old could break it, whatever is on the other side trying to get in stops. As if expecting this, Paul stops holding the door and breathes a sigh of relief as Rachel locks the lock on the doorknob as well.
"It's locked. It's locked. It's locked. It...it can't get in," Rachel pants with relief.
The couple take a moment to breathe, showing they had been running for longer than they thought they could. Their adrenaline is still high, which isn't surprising given all that they have had to deal with through the Irish wilderness.
Being an "Influencer Couple," both Paul and Rachel are in particularly good shape, as having fit bodies is the best way to get people to stop and view your posts. To Paul and Rachel, you have to be attractive or no one will care. No one will look. So they show their fit, sexy bodies as much as possible which they claim is how they were able to get their brand this far.
The American couple took this trip to Ireland as something of a work vacation. Several advertisers told them they were seeking influencers that were world travelers, people that could cross cultures, so the couple thought a trip to Ireland would be perfect. Showing off their fit, sexy bodies against beautiful landscapes was surely a great way to bring in more money.
Remembering that there was another person in the cabin, Paul pulls out a handgun that was tucked into the back of his jeans. The handgun is basically useless against what was chasing them, but Paul held on to it as it gave him some sense of control. It's that control that floods over him as he points it at the middle-aged woman, looking like he doesn't mind shooting.
"Y-You, who the fuck are you? And who else is here?" Paul demands, waving the gun as if some new threat is about to come charging out. His eyes look around the small cabin checking to see if there are any other fresh-faced monsters about to attack.
Rachel doesn't seem to notice or care what Paul is doing. Instead, she puts her back against the wall and slides down, looking completely drained. She puts her hands to her dirty, sweaty face, looking as if she has just been through a war. After taking several shuddering breaths, she fights the urge to cry and tells herself that everything is fine. At no point is there any emotion from her at her husband threatening the homeowner with a gun.
"I be Marie, and this be my house," the middle-aged woman proclaims, showing she's not scared of the gun or Paul. She looks up at Paul, her expression showing she thinks him something to be wiped off her shoe. Carefully she begins to check herself to see if anything is broken from being thrown down.
"God, the way you fuckers talk. I can't fucking understand any of you," Paul complains loudly, continuing to rage. He makes sure to keep the gun pointed at the woman as if she's an actual threat, even when he sees the cane the woman had been using before she was knocked down.
"There's...there's a monster out there. A real fucking monster," Rachel says, clearly talking to the woman. She says it meaning to explain why they barged into Marie's house but it comes out more like a disbelieving statement.
"A monster, aye?" Marie mentions, as if this isn't some huge piece of news.
"Dearie, this be the Celtic Highlands. Home to more monsters than men. From Fae to Kelpies, all here have seen something that was not meant to be seen," Marie tells the much younger woman.
Now having caught herself from being bowled over by Paul, Marie rolls over to move to one knee. She then grabs her cane and fights to get to her feet. Once standing, she slowly walks over to a comfy chair in the corner, not caring about the gun aimed at her. She walks slow and steady, not fazed at all by the two intruders.
"Look you crazy fucking bitch, there's a god damn monster out there. A fucking monster that been trying to kill us for the past day! Don't give me that Irish folklore bullshit. Now tell me what in the fuck it is and how to get out of here!" Paul rages, intending to put the gun directly in the Irish woman's face.
"Paul!" Rachel yells, her high-pitched tone showing her boyfriend that he's going too far.
This gets Paul to stop, but not by much. Instead of jamming the gun against Marie's face, he keeps it aimed it at her from several feet away. He shows no remorse for knocking or threatening the older woman.
"You were at The Grove," Marie states after taking a sniff of the air. After doing this, a look of dawning moves over Marie's face as if better understanding what is happening. She then nods as if confirming something to herself.
"I smell the Chamomile on ye. The only place it grows is in The Grove. And I know ye were told to not step foot in The Grove," Marie says, looking first at Paul and then at Rachel. She gives both a stern look, like a middle school principal.
"It's a stupid fucking garden, big god-damn deal. What the fuck does it matter?" Paul yells, revealing he and his girlfriend did indeed visit The Grove even if they were told by multiple locals to stay away.
"You provoked the
