Free Dark Tales 1 by Viola Masters Page A

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,