Mate to the Beastman: Bred by the Beastmen 2 (reluctant breeding erotica)
When cryptozoology TV show host Gina Templeton finds herself in the clutches of a long-lost tribe of savage beastmen, their leader Kalak takes special interest. He relates the terrible plight of his people, the suffering they’ve endured... and how he plans to rebuild his group one baby at a time. Feral, urgent, randy and raunchy, this 7000+ word erotic sizzler will bring out YOUR inner beast! More
When cryptozoology TV show host Gina Templeton finds herself in the clutches of a long-lost tribe of savage beastmen, their leader Kalak takes special interest. He relates the terrible plight of his people, the suffering they’ve endured... and how he plans to rebuild his group one baby at a time. Feral, urgent, randy and raunchy, this story is sure to bring out YOUR inner beast!
Warning: This 7000+ word sizzling erotic tale features a woman ravished by a huge, savage beastman, explicit (and very, very rough!) oral sex, deep throating, hard fucking, reluctant breeding, rough handling, an internal cumshot, and the promise of a better future for Kalak’s tribe.
Wet. Hot. The words rolled around my mind as my bestial lover rent away the tiny shreds that remained of my clothes. As soon as I was nude, I felt a drop of sweat run down my neck, tickle every pore on my chest and then collect on the end of my stiff, eager ****** before it fell off into the leaves at our feet. Kalak’s finger took the same path down my body, but he continued past my breast, down over my belly, until he brushed lightly against the sprig of ***** hair above my *****.
“You – Gina – safe with Kalak,” he whispered in a baritone as he curled his fingers under me, around my sex. My skin prickled to life under his fingertips and he drew an expectant breath from my lips. I wanted so badly for him to just bend me over, possibly over a big root or something, and fuck me from behind for all he was worth.
Just he and I, alone, in this little stretch of forest brought peace that I had not known in years. I felt at ease. I felt safe with him. As he stroked me, his fingers slowly moving up and down my slit until they were coated in juice, this great beast, a taller than me by at least a foot, and wider by the same measure, stared straight into my eyes.
This was, at my count, the fourth face I’d seen him present. I’d seen him fierce, playful and commanding, but never until then saw the way that he must have looked at the woman who he obviously missed terribly. It was the first time I saw tenderness in his face. Kalak’s gentle smile and the leather fingertips brushing against my body took me away. I felt, strangely, like I belonged with him. I thought it absurd, but the way he looked at me and caressed me, I felt like something akin to true love was blossoming between us. In the forest, I had no television career. No one was watching me, expecting some pithy one-liner. It was just me and him.
The two of us. The rest of the world may as well have not existed.
When his fingers went over my belly they left a wet streak of *** that dried slowly on my skin in the early morning humidity. I kissed the two fingers as they rested on my lips and tasted myself; tasted what was left of Kalak from when he was inside me before. Something – something deep – trembled as his fingers tickled back down my body and he pulled me against his fur-covered chest with a thick, muscled forearm.
Just as he did, buttery sun dripped through the leaves in little trickles that flashed around our feet. Looking down, I saw that the huge beastman was moving his fingers against my body in a way that seemed almost nervous. Putting my hand and my cheek against his blazing-hot chest, I inhaled deeply. The fresh, living scent of the woods – dirt, fallen leaves, dew, and grass – filled my nose along with the rough, hard, wonderful smell from my beastman chief.