Dark Tales 1 (8 page)

She was quaking, and her knees collapsed under her. He caught her easily, and with a bit of exploring, he carried her to her bedroom.

She blinked slowly as he set her down in her bed. “Why are you here?”

“I would never leave my mate undefended. I have to say, I enjoy that your home backs onto a national park. I would not have thought it of you, but you did have some good instincts.”

He stripped and crawled on top of her. He nuzzled her cheek with his. He kissed her and smiled. “This is easier in this form, but with your scent so heady, I won’t be able to hold my shape long.”

She blinked. “I just had a shower.”

“That isn’t what I am smelling.” He slid his hand between her thighs. “
This
is what I am scenting. This is the scent that calls to me no matter how distant you are. It was what made it so easy to track you.”

She stared at his handsome features, seeing the similarities in the Bigfoot she had taken as her lover. The brow ridge was an echo, the flared nostrils showed similarity in shape, and the lips were the same, though these didn’t have fangs behind them.

“You followed the scent of my pussy?”

He waggled his brows. “And your heat. You were ovulating. I had all kinds of incentive to find you and fuck you in a timely manner.”

Brady was stroking his hand over her belly with possessive care.

“The doctor said that whatever left traces inside me was sterile.”

“He would. He is one of us. You have met six of us in the last two days, all with different territories and specialities.”

He moved his hand under her tunic and stroked her belly. “We will do things in the way of your people. A short courtship, a nice wedding, and then, you will join me in my territory. The baby will look human for a few weeks, and that is when we will register its birth. After that, we can raise it in the woods.”

“The woods?”

“I have a nice four thousand-square-foot home that I built for my family. Whenever I started it. I didn’t think of having one until you turned up on that tour and then went missing. After that, it has been all I have been focused on.”

He pried the waistband of her tights down and slipped his hand between her thighs.

She was so focused on that one thought that she blurted, “I am pregnant?”

He grinned. “Your scent has changed, so I would say yes. We had better consummate this here so that you will have a reasonable explanation.”

She was so adrift in her thoughts that she was peeled out of her clothing before she could do more than wriggle around to assist.

He grinned. “I was wondering why you didn’t have a bra out there. It seems a common article of clothing.”

“My shirt had one built in. It wasn’t great, but it kept things in check.”

He lifted her and unsnapped her bra. He smiled down at her. “I do love the sight of the marks on you.”

Brady leaned over and kissed the pink punctures before he scraped his tongue across her.
That
was familiar. The rough cat-like appendage definitely got her attention. Her nipples hardened, and she felt a rush of moisture between her thighs.

He licked and sucked at her breasts until she squirmed under him. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus.

Her breath came faster as he moved down her body until he was scraping his tongue across her clit.

She moaned and mewled, threading her fingers through his hair as she parted her thighs and bent her knees so that she was braced on the bed. She felt him smile against her skin, and he drove a few fingers into her wet cream, sliding them easily into her.

He took her body’s response as an invitation and surged upward, covering her and driving into her in one long thrust.

She dimly heard a sound. Her front door was opening.

Brady smiled and kissed her, thrusting slowly and rhythmically as footfalls got closer.

The sight of her fleeing back preceded the gasp and view of the friend who had roped her into the ski trip.

The sound of the door slamming was something that finally broke Brady’s kiss. “Do you think she saw enough?”

Lea frowned. “You did that on purpose.”

He pulled back and grinned. “Better her see that than this.”

She groaned as he expanded, his body growing two feet in seconds, and the fur that touched her inner thighs added an extra stimulation to the increasing pressure of the widening cock inside her.

He thrust carefully into her, and she stared up at the now-familiar face. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

He grinned, showing a lot of fang. “Take your time, dearest. I am not going anywhere.”

He thrust deep and gritted his teeth as his cock jerked into her.

Son of a bitch. He can talk.
And when she realized that, that was the part that most distressed her... she knew she had lost her mind.

ara, bridesmaid extraordinaire, was tired of weddings. If she had to watch one more dopey bride marry one more clueless groom, she was going to scream.

Now, she was the victim of a team exercise. She was on a camping trip with the other members of the Brad and Jessica bridal party, but she was the only one solo. The others had all been couples chosen to reinforce the love of the bride and groom. She had been chosen because she could make a wedding run, and Jessica didn’t want to hire an organizer.

Sara just had to remain here until dawn. Then, the camping was over and she could claim work obligations to pull her back to the normal world.

The others left the fire for the semi-privacy of their tents, and Sara was treated to the sounds of four couples having sex in the outdoors.

She looked around the nylon walls of her tent, lifted the edge of the t-shirt she was sleeping in and slid one hand into her panties. She had always been a joiner.

Sara thought that she was being quiet, but after a few minutes, she heard a scratching at the fly of her tent. She had pitched her tent a solid distance from the others for exactly that reason.

Unable to continue her activities with someone scratching at her tent, she pulled her fingers out of her underwear, tugged down her shirt and opened the top zipper of the tent in case it was something small and fuzzy that wanted entrance.

A vine lashed around her mouth and nose, additional vines wrapped around her torso, and she was pulled out of the tent without being able to whisper a word.

Her lungs ached, and she wanted to scream, but she needed to breathe more. She was hauled across the forest floor; bits of bracken struck her and jabbed at her skin. Her arms were tied to her sides, and she was pulled along with the scent of sap in her nostrils and only tantalizing gasps of air that made it through.

Sara didn’t know how long she had been pulled through the woods, but when the vines hauled her onto a wide wooden platform, she was sore, damaged and relieved. She was strapped down on her back with her gaze to the sky.

The vines remained over her mouth and others bound her arms and legs down.

“What have you brought me?” The voice resonated through the clearing.

The leaves on the vines rustled a low whisper.

Laughter rippled through the woods with that same low, resonant voice. “She was seeking pleasure in my woods? There was no male with her?”

The rustles answered him.

“Prove it.”

To her humiliation, the vines jacked her right hand into the air.

She heard the approach of the male speaker. When he arrived next to her, she tried to flinch away, but there was nowhere to go. Either she was looking at a naked, well-endowed man with the head of a stag, or she was a lunatic.

The man bent and sniffed at her imprisoned hand, lapping out with his tongue. He laughed. “So she was. Well spotted. Now, little human, what do you desire?”

He walked over to her head, and he bent down, looking her in the eye.

She felt him crawling through her mind, seeking out her fantasies and sensitivities. She was humiliated at some of the thoughts he turned over, but he continued on.

When he finished the touch on her mind, he stood straight, and the deer’s head changed to a boar, bear, lion, rabbit and stranger animals than she could imagine. Finally, he settled with a human face with smaller antlers on either side of his skull.

His hair was long and a dark red; his face had been pulled from her fantasies.

The wide brown eyes were the only portion of him that still resembled the stag, aside from the horns.

Fear was flipping her stomach, but her instincts were on alert for any sign of reciprocated interest.

He smiled at her. “I think you would be more comfortable if we made a few changes.”

She thought he meant to untie her, but instead, a vine snaked under the neckline of her shirt and split it in two. Another vine did the same with her panties. One moment she was semi-clothed, the next, the vines and branches were pulling the fabric away from her.

She shivered and held her breath, waiting for what happened next.

“Well, we will begin by warming your interest.”

He walked slowly around her, trailing his fingers over her breasts, belly and the tops of her thighs. He circled slowly, over and over. Each time, his fingers took a different path, and she tried to twist to put his touch where she wanted it.

The moon was rising overhead, and he followed her gaze. “Yes, lovely, isn’t it? Once a year, I come out here, to these woods, and I ask the moon for a companion. This year, the woods answered me. I do apologize that it might not have been what you wanted, but I am in dire straits.”

She frowned. She was the one tied to the damned wood, and he was in dire straits?

He chuckled. “Once a year, I have a chance to ask. You have not wondered how many times there was no response. It was more times than your cities have been in this area. There used to be sacrifices, you know. A maiden offered to me, and after I had her, she was given to a warrior of high standing as a reward for him. His woman had been honoured, and I would always watch over my lovers.”

She squirmed. She was no maiden.

He laughed. “I know you are no maiden. It will be easier for you. One night of sacrifice for lifelong honour.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and wondered what kind of honour.

“Health, happiness, and if you wished for another visit, I would be happy to oblige.”

She had no idea how you could make someone happy, but she was facing her ideal lover, and it would be foolish to waste the opportunity.

He grinned and trailed his fingers over her breasts. “While I will try and cater to your desires, I have a few of my own, and your breasts are lovely.”

He stood at her left side and sucked at her left breast with hot ferocity. He leaned over and did the same to the right, moving between them as she squirmed slightly on the wood.

It wasn’t fair that biology created an instant attachment between human women and anything suckling at their breasts. Her lids lowered and her fear faded, and it had nothing to do with her.

He caressed her mounds of flesh with his hands and stroked the nipples with his thumbs when he wasn’t sucking them.

She felt her clit throb a little with the sucking and tugging. Her position was ridiculous by any standard. When she woke up, she was going to have to stop eating wedding cake. That stuff would give you nightmares.

Her would-be lover moved to stand near her feet, and he crawled up and onto the altar, over her. He continued his gentle mauling of her breasts, and she was a little surprised when something started sliding between her folds.

He had complete focus on her reddening mounds while something slid between her lower lips and delved into her. She jerked, and another something or other squirted something on her ass and slid inside.

There was a slight burning as whatever stickiness it used shocked her skin, but it was more her senses, because whatever it was had been cold.

The two thin invaders moved softly inside her, and she fought the escalating sensations that wanted to be released with a slow circuit of her clit.

The beast-man moved down her body, and with what appeared to be a silent command, had the vines lift her off the wooden altar.

He chuckled at the vine invasion she was undergoing. “I can manage.”

The vines inside her retreated, but she had a dark suspicion that she wanted the one in her ass back again. She quickly blanked that train of thought, but it had been there.

The vine came back and slid into her ass again.

Her lover was watching the entire thing, and when the vine was slowly moving in and out of her ass again, he leaned in and sucked her clit between his teeth.

She would have moaned, but she was gagged. He lapped at her with the slow stroke of a tongue that changed texture with every swipe.

The violent shivering of her orgasm struck without warning. She bucked against his mouth and felt his grin. It was the same smirk that all men gave when they licked their partner to climax.

He moved over her and pressed into her; the odd thing was that his penis changed shape with every thrust. She held her breath, not knowing what the next one was going to feel like. This was not in her fantasies. She had never imagined anything like this before.

She moaned behind her green gag. The vine in her ass doubled in size somehow and thrust rapidly. It was double timing his thrusts.

She felt the building of tension once again and watched the moon as it appeared and disappeared over his shoulder as he thrust. Her body tensed around him, and she squeezed down hard. He thrust deep, and she bucked against him as her body lost control.

The anal invader removed itself, and she sighed a moment before her lover jerked into her hard and shook with his own release. Short, sharp jabs with his hips kept him inside her as his body reached its own conclusion.

Sara lay back, and he draped himself over her. The restraints slithered away, including her gag.

She sucked in air as fast as she could. She shivered. “Can I go now?”

It was apparently the wrong thing to say.