For centuries, the village of Krall has lived beneath a dark shadow. Once every generation, a virgin is sacrificed to appease the Beast, a terrifying creature that lurks on the mountain above.
With Harvest nearly done, Anja has come of age. In the spring, she hopes marry her betrothed, the dashing hunter Lucas. But Anja's dreams of marriage are shattered when she's chosen to be the Beast's sacrifice.
Horror and lust mingle in the Beast's lair, and Anja discovers a dark secret that could mean the salvation of her village... if she can endure the night.
Warning: This short novella contains explicit adult material, including rough, reluctant sex acts, lesbian seduction by a witch, and a virgin deflowered by a huge, wild beast man. 11,000 words.
The darkness moved, and a huge creature came into the torchlight. It walked upright like a man, but with a strange gait on its long clawed feet. Dark brown fur sheathed a body covered in bulging muscles. With broad, rounded shoulders, twice as wide as the stoutest man in the village, the Beast was easily two feet taller than Anja. A low, flat head with an elongated snout reminded her of a wolf, and those yellow eyes shone, baleful and hungry, but with a wicked cunning. It wore no clothing, and a long cock hung smooth and heavy between his legs
"Please," Anja whispered. "Don't hurt me."
"Don't hurt you?" A low chuckle came from deep within its throat. "You are mine to do with as I wish." That long mouth split open, and white fangs glistened in the firelight.
"I'll do whatever you want," Anja said. "Just please let me go... after."
The Beast stalked around her in a wide circle, moving slowly, and it wasn't until its silhouette blocked the cave entrance that Anja realized she was trapped. The Beast's laugh was low and harsh, like a tomb's heavy stone lid sliding shut. "She wants to go after," he growled. "And if I want you to stay?"
Anja's heart pounded in her chest, fear threatening to overwhelm her. She imagined herself bolting past him like a frightened hare, scrambling down the snow-covered slope, naked and afraid, while the powerful creature loped easily behind. Escape was impossible, so Anja surrendered. "Then I will stay," she said, trying to steady her trembling voice. "Just tell me what you want from me."
That lupine grin widened, and the Beast came forward, graceful and dangerous. His yellow eyes leered down at her, full of wild lust, he licked his chops with a long, pink tongue. "What I want is what you will give me," he said. "An heir."
Fannie Tucker is a horny woman of indeterminate age who likes driving too fast, cussing too loud, and writing stories that would make her grandmother keel over dead.
She first discovered her talent for writing naughty stories while passing dirty notes to her boyfriend during English 201. When her professor confiscated one of the notes, he kept her after class and recommended a new and interesting line of work, and she never looked back. She lives in California with her husband and a Dachshund who rules them both.
Fannie is the author of over eighty works of erotic fiction ranging from the kinky to the downright weird.