Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales (6 page)

“I’m trying ... to go home...” I didn’t know what to think, what to say. Was it really talking?

It let out a shrill bark and flew to another tree branch, the sound of its claws digging into the bark was sickening. I avoided making eye contact with it.

“You’re not from around here are you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Not anymore anyway. How can I get home?”

It blinked. “I’m sure you’ll find it.” It preened itself a bit more. “It’s getting dark though... I’d suggest you hide. Unless you want the satyr to find you.”

I gulped at the word, letting it sink in for a minute. “A satyr? Like, from fairy tales?”

It didn’t seem to understand what I meant. I shook my head. “What’ll happen?”

It didn’t answer me, but flew to another branch, a light bark on its voice. I shuddered as I watched it vanish in the tree tops, out in the distance.

My stomach growled again and I relented. Maybe I could make it back home, but after seeing that thing, maybe I couldn’t. I ignored the sign and started hiking down the trail again, crossing the small frozen stream and trying to make it to the edge of the woods.

After several minutes of walking, I began to panic. I should at least have been able to see where the tree line ended, but it seemed like it was just getting deeper and thicker with every step. The sky was darkening quickly, and I looked up to try and tell how much time I’d have before it was pitch black.

I stepped off the trail and found a small row of bushes with a worn tunnel underneath them. I ducked down and crawled into the woody alcove, glad I found something that might shield me from some wind. A small berry bush protruded into my little lair, but the berries looked wrong. They weren’t red or blue, but white with purple stripes swirling around them. They looked more like taffy or candy than anything. I pulled a couple off the branch with ease and popped them into my mouth. They tasted like a mint.

I felt woozy and warmth after I swallowed them. Not drunk, but like I had just taken a gulp of pure oxygen. It was an odd sensation, but not unwelcome in the state I was in. I grabbed a couple more and feasted on them, before I pulled my arms inside my jacket and laid my head down to try and get some shut eye.

A movement scared me awake. I was groggy and unsure of how much time had passed. I slowly creeped out of the underbrush to see if it was the bat-creature again. The sounds were noisier, more aggressive, and huge. A large shape loomed over the bushes, snatching giant handfuls of the whitish berries and stuffing them away. Huge hooked horns jutted from its head, and I realized immediately what it was.

The Satyr. It was too dark to make out any definite shape, but it was definitely large. As I stared through the tightly knitted vines and branches, it cocked its head and turned to face me.

I shrank back as quietly and quickly as I could, trying to hide. It moved closer to my hiding place, its hard hooves crunched on the fresh snow. It stopped near me, and I could see its ankles and fur-covered legs outside the entrance to the thicket. It turned around and grunted, its voice hard and loud.

I held my breath and waited for it to leave.

It sniffed around the bush, dipping its head into the thick branches. After a long pause, it started picking berries again, tugging on the branches each time it grabbed a handful. I exhaled slowly to keep myself quiet.

I still couldn’t believe I was even hiding from a satyr, let alone taking the advice of some bat monster that talked to me. I shuddered at the thought. This wasn’t Edinburgh any more, that was for sure.

The satyr stirred and walked away, its stride odd and strangely enchanting. I let out a breath of relief and tried to relax. I finished the rest of the berries I had gathered and reached my hand up to pull some more from the branches, threading my wrist carefully through the thorns.

A powerful hand squeezed my wrist and pulled on it, scraping my arm against the thorns and shocking me. I screamed and tried to wrench my arm back out of the bush but the force was much stronger than me. A voice called out through the underbrush.

“I thought I smelled someone in here.”

I squirmed against its grip and shivered. “Let go of me!”

“Come out here.” The tight fingers released me and the satyr’s legs reappeared at the entrance of the thicket. Not thinking, I crawled out to meet the satyr, still rubbing my wrist to try and ease its pain. I rose to my feet and stared at the beast.

It was at least two feet taller than me, with long fur-matted legs that terminated at the waist. His upper half was that of a strong man, bulging pectorals and biceps included. His face was a combination of a goat and a man, a strange and unnerving appearance. His nose was protruding like that of a goat, but he had the fierce-blue eyes of a man. Stubble marked his cheeks, but his chin wore a long and hooked goatee. He grunted as I stared at him, and I looked away.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I —.”

“These are
my
plumberries. You haven’t been eating them have you?”

I shook my head quickly, but my cheeks burned and betrayed me.

“You liar, I hate liars.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Look at me.”

“Sir,” I began, opening my eyes and glancing at his strong torso, flicking up to only meet his eyes for a brief moment. Something burned in my chest when I met his eyes, a thrill rose in my body. “I just want to go home.”

“Sir,” the beast repeated. “Funny.” He reached out and touched my hair, dragging his hands through it. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, savoring my scent. “I’m Isac.”

I tried to look away but couldn’t. Something was enchanting me. “I’m... Sadie.”

“You want to go home?”  His tone had a mischievous tone to it.

I nodded slowly. “Very much.”

“Come to my lair. We’ll get you fed first.”

I shook my head and tried to break the gut wrenching knot that was tightening in my stomach. “No, I just need to find a way back. I was in the — .”

“I insist,” The beast said. Isac grabbed my wrist and pulled me, making me stumble and almost lose my balance. He began to move quicker, and I had to run to keep up. His grip was too strong to fight off, and I felt anxiety and relief. Was he going to help me? Did I want him to? I thought about what I had gotten myself into as we crossed through the forest, across several bridges and frozen streams. The snow began to fall again, twinkling through the tree tops. His somewhat majestic form leaped from foot to foot in front of me, and I felt a strange sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time.

***

I
t was more like a house than a lair, but it was dug into the side of a mountain. The face of it had two small windows and a hard wooden door with iron bars strapped against it. The location was hidden under trees and rocks in a hill.

He wrenched the door open and pulled me inside, finally releasing my hand after he closed the door. I rubbed the red skin to try and cool it, but was grateful to find a fire in the room. The furniture was strange and the decorations were even stranger. Odd trinkets and doo-dads littered the tabletops, which had a slight curve to them. The chairs were all oddly shaped, looking more like step ladders than actual seating. A large fire roared, smoke pouring up the chimney. He locked the front door and turned to face me.

“I’ll get you something to eat. Sit down.”

I followed his instructions and found a seat in the middle of the room. A table that I could only compare to a coffee table sat in front of me, a bowl filled with plumberries sat out. When he left the room, I reached forward for a handful. Anything to try and keep me sane in this place.

After I swallowed a good dozen, he came back into the room, his hooftsteps making strange noises on the wooden floor. He sat down on a stool opposite of me and stared at me intently.

I blushed and looked back down at the plumberries, before growing self conscious and looking at the belongs he had on the walls and tables.

“I...” I started. I paused and gathered my thoughts. “Where am I?”

He seemed amused by the question, “Where are you... Oh.”

“What?”

“You’re from Earth aren’t you?”

I shook my head, most in disbelief and not wanting to absorb what he just said. He nodded knowingly and shifted in his chair. “I knew it. You don’t smell like you’re from here... its different — wrong almost.”

I clenched my jaw and tried to fight back the rising tide of emotion. If I wasn’t on earth, how as I going to get home? “I might know a way... for you to get out.”

I exhaled sharply and looked at him in the eye. I couldn’t tell if he was being truthful or not, but the woozy berries made me hardly care anyway. He grinned and stood up, moving closer to me.

Without thinking, I touched his skin, planting my hand on his stomach. It was hard and rough, but not unsettling. He grunted in response, and I brought my fingers down to the tuft of fur where his human half met his goat half. The fur was soft in my fingers, cleaner than I thought it would be.

He sighed. “I’m surprised you held out for so long. Most can’t contain themselves for more than a few minutes. I’m impressed.”

I could barely hear his voice, I felt entranced, zoned out. Tunnel vision. He knelt down next to the couch and brought his face close to me, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the dry static reaching between the gap, tempting me to bridge it. He breathed softly, and I caught a whiff of his scent. A dreamy, inviting smell. Like honeysuckle and oak. I kissed him, not knowing what I was doing, but feeling like I had no choice.

He lavished the kiss, dragging my lip from my mouth and sucking on it. I squirmed under his touch, reaching my hands around him and clasping his head, bringing him tighter against me. His hands fumbled for my clothes, pulling my top off and exposing my chest to the warm air in the lair. He grunted as he moved from my lips to my neck, sliding his tongue against my nape and making me sigh with delight. I felt lost in it, letting his hands explore my body, rough and tenuous.

He fondled my breast, taking it in his mouth and sucking on it gently. I raked my fingers through his hair and pushed him against me, urging him. It wasn’t anything I had ever been into before, but but it felt right, like I had to let him. He pulled my ass off the couch and let it hang in the air, my feet planted right below them. He spread my knees and then continued to kiss my chest. His warm and soft lips teased me, making me hot and sweaty.

“Isac,” I moaned. He cast a glance up at me and moved to my stomach, kissing it feverishly and without care. I struggled to keep my mind from clouding over, to keep it sharp. What was I doing? This... this monster was having his way with me and I was letting him?

He pulled at my pants, undoing the buckle and fly with incredible dexterity. I stared down at him as he shifted the pants from my hips down to my ass, then pulled them off. My panties were exposed to him now, and I only realized then how wet I was. How?

He teased me, tracing a finger up my knee and next to my thigh, avoiding my pussy. I groaned and threw my legs around his chest, hugging him against me and feeling his heart race against my clit, an incredibly lifting feeling. He gave me a wicked smile and pushed me back, separating my heat from his body.

He stood to his hooves and I stared up at him from my back, my head cocked up against the back of the couch. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. His cock had emerged from his fur, hard and shiny. His horns seemed to nearly scrap the ceiling from where I laid, and he was rippling with energy, his muscles tense and veins popping. I wanted him. I couldn’t explain it, but I just did.

He ran his hand from my hip to my breast, groping me as he readied himself. Bringing his hips against mine, he thrust his cock inside me, only pausing to let me moan out in surprising ecstasy. For a long moment, I thought he was going to let me sit there and sweat, my back already sticking to the couch whenever we moved an inch. He grunted as he withdrew from me, before he brought himself back with urgency. I yelped and bounced up, but his hands caught me and cradled me by my hips and waist. I was all his.

He wasn’t as gentle as I expected. His foreplay was only a ploy, for now he showed his true nature. His rough hands groped me with a passion I’d never experienced, his hips thrusting into me with a rhythm I could only have dreamed of with a vibrator. He held his thumb tight against my clit, shaking me at my very core with every stroke of his finger. I sighed and grunted, letting my voice carry through the lair with abandon. Who cared if I never found my way home if this is what I had to expect? A hot and pulsating feeling glowed inside me, rising to my chest and hardening my nipples before escaping out my mouth in a scream. The orgasm flooded my cheeks, and made my eyes roll slightly.

He grunted once more and I knew his moment was soon too. While part of me was screaming for him to stop and not finish inside me, another part relished it, desired to feel him loose his load. I gave myself up to my feral instincts and wrapped my legs around him, hooking my feet against his fur covered ass. He shook me against the couch as he raged, his hips gyrating. He bellowed loudly, sweat trickling down his cheek and dropping from his chin as he did. As he finished, I thrust myself against his cock again, pushing his skin against my clit and feeling the throbbing force of his orgasm rise and dissipate through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and held onto that moment as long as I could, only barely noticing his rhythm slowing, before he stopped. I unlatched my feet and let him go, feeling rubbery and indistinct.

He grunted and collapsed down next to me on the couch, his horns nearly knocking against my forehead. I readjusted myself, my back and legs sticky with sweat. He wrapped his arm around me and sighed with relief.

I inhaled, smelling his scent again. It was stronger now, which made me want him again. I burned but knew I had limits. I still felt shocked and dizzy, and I finally passed out.

***

W
hen I awoke he was standing over me, about to put a blanket on my naked body. I shook when I saw him and my mind burned to place me somewhere I knew. I remembered and shook my head.