It took the blonde a few minutes to grasp that the orbs before her seemed to be wilting.
Confused, she felt the grip on her slacken as well, and her arms soon were held up by nothing but her own burnt out muscles. The solidness around her feet turned to liquifying jelly, and Siena felt her stomach flip when she understood she was sinking down with the slug into the swamp.
Scrambling, the girl managed to push away from the odd sight, the strange reaction that seemed to be happening before her eyes. The monster who had seemed so vigorous before, so strong and intense, was turning into a shapeless mass and dissipating into the water. When nothing was left of it but the sopping mess between her legs, which as she stood waist deep in the dark lake, was washing itself away, she finally breathed in relief.
Yet, even as the danger was gone, her brain itched with something to make sense of its abrupt death.
Pondering on everything she knew about giant slugs, it took her a few minutes before the obvious answer clicked.
“It died because of all the salt in my sweat and such!” She pursed her lips, then covered her mouth as she laughed helplessly. If the area hadn't already been cleared by her erotic screams from earlier, it would have been instantly.
As her humor began to soften, a cold shudder hit her spine at the next jolt of understanding. The cruel joke that the beast had played on her, intentionally or not.
“The first monster I defeated, and it didn't even leave behind proof for me!”
Her clenched fists went to the air, and she gave a long, raspy shout of frustration until her voice began to dwindle. Inhaling deep, slowly, Siena calmed herself and closed her eyes.
'Once more, I'm walking back naked, and with nothing to show.'
The trek back through the swamp did nothing, frankly, to make her hatred for them lessen one bit.
THE END
A Note From the Author
Thanks for indulging in another story of mine!
If you'd like to read some of my other works, I'll recommend Her True Nature for the true lovers of dark, sexy stories.
For you wistful types, I think Beguiling the Crown is a lovely tale of fate and choices.
If you enjoy dark, rough, sexy stories with dominating male chefs, try my Yes, Chef series;
Yes, Chef: Punishment & Patience
Yes, Chef #2: Service & Submission
For some BBW stories, Curves in the Sand
Or, a sexy story about a young, voluptuous baker who gets in over her head with a dominating billionaire who buys her failing business; Cream With Her Curves
Or Cruise Line Curves.
For some monster fun,
Spanked by the Fox Demon
Yielding to Werewolves: Monster Hunter Conquest
Yielding to the Blind Beast: Monster Hunter Conquest
Yielding to the Mind Leech: Monster Hunter Conquest
Yielding to the Gargoyle: Monster Hunter Conquest
For my longer works;
Magic Can get You Anything
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Excerpt from
Yielding to the Minotaur
Dethros studied her, her captive position, and seemed satisfied. "Much better. But we can improve this further." He reached out, fingering the opening of her tunic. In a single flex of that arm, he tore her shirt away, exposing her breasts and torso to the air.
It was so fast, that at first she just gawked. A blush spread to her cheeks, red and bright, as she sputtered in indignation. "How dare you! You have no right!"
"Bargaining is over. I gave you a chance earlier to surrender, remember? You chose to fight me, and even injure me." Snorting, he looked her over, enjoying how she wiggled helplessly. "Nice, you have pretty tits. Why hide them?" Idly, he ran his fingers between the valley of them, eliciting a squeak from the girl. "They could use a bit of size, but we can fix that."
"I--what? What do you mean?" Baffled, she felt her skin prickle at his touch. Worse, she could see her nipples firming in the light, the skin tight as her heart thumped. Something about this was working her up, and she was starting to suspect it had to do with the heady, fog inducing wild aroma of the minotaur. It was awakening something deep inside of her, something that yearned for the contact and submission to such a brute specimen of male dominance.
"I mean they'll grow once we put you to use." Dethros ran his hands down, gripping her hips and giving them a squeeze. "These, too. Nice and round after we fill that body of yours with my seed."
Siena froze, her voice weak and full of disbelief. "You can't be serious!"
"Of course I am." The monster moved in, his hard muscles brushing against her soft skin and making her gasp. He was warm, and so large he blocked out the light when he bent close to her face. "It's what you were made for, after all. Can't you feel it by now?" He grabbed her chin, forcing her head back and sniffing her neck. "Human females are extremely weak to me. Like I said, your guild told you nothing, it seems."
The blonde was struggling, her body heating at the way he held her, his fur soft on her flesh. 'This can't be real, no,' her mind was working to make sense of this. 'I can't let him get to me, I have to fight!'
The minotaur rolled large fingers down to one of her breasts, tracing circles near the top of the mound.
As he drew closer to her nipple, she unconsciously started to rock her hips. She didn't realize she was doing it until he laughed, bringing her some clarity and making her flush in shame.
"See?" Dethros smirked, and he toyed with both of her pert breasts almost absently. Still, he avoided her firm rosebuds, making her flinch and squirm. "You're not special. My pheromones are irresistible, little one."
Gently, he brushed the tips of her chest, and Siena found herself arching forward with a groan. A spike of arousal shot down, making her pussy throb almost painfully. 'Oh god, what am I doing?'
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