Free Dark Tales 1 by Viola Masters

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.
     
     

 
     
Camping Out
     
     
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    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