Banshee Stories

Vanessa, a beautiful orphaned Banshee, recently awakening to sexuality, had never screamed. She'd spied the Dryad many times, her form enticing to behold. Unbeknownst to her, the beautiful Dryad was enthralled as well. They chanced upon each other in the glen, and wordlessly embraced. As the Dryad's exploring fingers parted folds, tongue probing, Vanessa felt an unabashed pleasure. A tongue found her clit as a finger slow...

Sinead slammed the front door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Her mother raised her eyes as the bedroom door slammed too. In her room, Sinead sat on the bed, rocking herself slowly backwards and forwards. Her long dark hair hung over her face. The dark eye makeup was smudged from the flow of tears she had been wiping hurriedly away on the run home. Her mother tentatively knocked on the door. “Go away!” She listened until...

So there I was, roaming the Irish countryside searching for an abandoned church I heard about online, when lo-and-behold I got myself lost. This particular church was noteworthy because it still had intact stained glass windows, despite being several hundred years old. The exact name of the church eludes me but I heard it was haunted by some sort of wailing spirit that drove everyone away. The village surrounding the chur...