Slaves of the Beast Men #1 For a moment the shock jolted me back--these men were doing awful things to my best friend, and I was excited by it? A wave of disgust churned through me, but there was no denying that somewhere inside some part of me enjoyed watching.
The old ones of Wren's tribe have long told stories of the beast men - terrible creatures that walk upright like men but with the faces and souls of ...
Slaves of the Beast Men #1
For a moment the shock jolted me back--these men were doing awful things to my best friend, and I was excited by it? A wave of disgust churned through me, but there was no denying that somewhere inside some part of me enjoyed watching.
The old ones of Wren's tribe have long told stories of the beast men - terrible creatures that walk upright like men but with the faces and souls of fearsome animals. But when a drought forces her tribe to flee from their forest home Wren discovers that the legends are not just stories told around the campfires to frighten children - the beast men are terrifyingly real, and Wren and her best friend are captured and carried off. Watching what the beast men do to her friend terrifies Wren, but it also excites her in ways that she could never have imagined and she knows that soon it will be her turn. Will she be rescued by the hunters from her tribe before she gives in and submits to the dark lusts of the beast men?
6500 words. Includes excerpts from the Kelli Wolfe stories Sidonie's Tale, Claiming Princess Kailen, Cinderella - The Wicked Truth, and Straight A Student.
Slaves of the Beast Men
1. Captive of the Beast Men
2. Prey of the Beast Men
3. Thrall of the Beast Men (coming soon!)
4. Mate of the Beast Men (coming soon!)
There was no sign of Mist at the spot where we had picked blackberries, so I followed her trail as it curved away from the riverbank and deeper into the trees. I was more than a little bit frightened and wished that I dared call out to her. Bracken crackled softly under my moccasins as I crept along as quietly as I could, alert and wary as a hunted animal now. Soon I found the stand of blueberry bushes she had come to look for, drooping with heavy clusters of sweet fruit, but she was not there.
I knelt there, my throat tight while I looked around for any sign and wondered what to do. I had just about made up my mind to go back to our camp to get a couple of the men when I heard a low, wordless cry from further up the hill. I clenched my teeth together to keep myself under control and followed the sound, completely terrified now of what I would find. The noise I heard was of animal pain, and if it was coming from Mist there was probably nothing I could do for her.
I found her in a small, rocky clearing. Two strange men partially hidden by the foliage held her bent over a fallen log, one from behind and one from the front. She was unable to cry out loud while the larger one fucked her because the other man's cock filled her mouth. As the two of them thrust into her she could only grunt and moan, her struggles meaningless against their overpowering strength. I watched in horror, unable to look away as the big one's enormous shaft slid in and out of her pussy, glistening wetly in the sunlight. I had never seen anything like it; while I had glimpsed the members of most of the men of the Purple Forest People at one time or another, they were dwarfed by the mammoth cocks of these beast men.
It was awful, and yet there was a terrible fascination to it as well. My breathing quickened and I felt myself growing moist between my legs as I continued to watch. Mist was so beautiful--her long, tanned legs spread wide, the lush swell of her ass bared to the world, the smooth, graceful curve of her back arched over the log. And the sight of that gigantic cock relentlessly moving in and out of her slender body had me tingling in a way I had never felt before. My nipples were rock-hard under the buttery leather of my shirt, and my clit throbbed slowly, begging for the touch of my fingertips against its taut skin.
For a moment the shock jolted me back--these men were doing awful things to my best friend, and I was excited by it? A wave of disgust churned through me, but there was no denying that somewhere inside some part of me enjoyed watching. As if of their own will my fingers crept under the fringe of my skirt, and I breathed a long sigh as they found my aching flesh beneath.
Dizzying surges of pleasure erupted from my clit, buzzing through me until my body shook while I continued to watch. Slowly the tone of Mist's groans changed so that she no longer sounded like a hurt animal. Her moans became lower, deeper, and she pushed herself back onto the big one's manhood rather than lying still atop the log and simply accepting him inside her. She was enjoying it.
My fingers flew across my clit while my hips rocked in time with the motions of the thick cock penetrating Mist from behind. I knew I shouldn't do it; I certainly knew that I should not be enjoying it. What I should have done was run as fast as I could back to camp for help, but somehow I just couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene in the clearing. My need was too great, the excitement too overwhelming.
I'm a nurse by day, and a smut writer by night. It's my secret identity, like I'm Supergirl or something. Only my super power is making people read one-handed.
I'm working on two new series right now. Sweet Nothings is new adult erotic romance about a group of girls who were ignored by boys all through high school but when they go to college things start to get more interesting. These are all longer stories, written as very steamy erotic romances. The Perils of Polly is about a college senior who is always getting into some sort of trouble and sex is usually the only way out. These are shorter stories with a much higher proportion of sex, a lot like the Preacher's Daughters series.
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