Dark Tales 1

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Authors: Viola Masters
Tags: Fantasy, Paranormal, Adult, Erotic Romance, shapeshifter
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.
    He lifted his head and stared at her. “You can go free if you can outrun me.”
    She looked at him in shock. “What?”
    “You heard me. Every time you run and I catch you, I will fuck you, one way or another. I read your mind, you like games. If you want to be free of me, make it back to your campsite before I catch you. Then, you can go.”
    She squirmed. He was still hard inside her. “I didn’t mean...”
    “Yes, you did.” He levered up and off her.
    He extended his hand and helped her to her feet. He slapped her on the ass. “Now, run.”
    Naked and barefoot, she sprinted for the treeline. Her legs didn’t want to work together, but she got them stepping in time as she headed for the largest clump of trees she could see. The moon wasn’t any help here. Light wouldn’t come until morning.
    She stumbled, holding the trees and touching the bark for support. She could smell sweat, and it had only been a few minutes. Cum was trailing down her thighs, and a blind man could have found her in the dark. Her hunter was far from blind.
    She rounded a tree and ran straight into him. She shrieked and he grinned.
    “It seems I have caught you. Kneel.”
    She sighed in relief. This was going to be easy.
    She knelt, and when he pressed his cock to her lips, she took him inside, tasting the musk that she had left behind as well as his own wild scent. He throbbed in her mouth as she sucked on the instroke and again on the backstroke. She couldn’t take him all, no matter what she wanted.
    She cupped his balls and rolled them gently as she sucked him. When she felt the sack tighten, she pulled away and leaned sharply, letting the cum splatter over her shoulder and against the tree.
    He groaned low, and when the small jets had ceased, he looked down at her. “Run.”
    She got to her

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