Bigfoot Claims His Mate

 Bigfoot-Claims-His-Mate-Cover-with-no-eyes-1661-by-2500Release Date: January 16, 2014

 Heat Level: SEXTREME

 Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC

 Category: short story, dark erotica, fantasy,

paranormal, monster erotica, bigfoot erotica

Rubenesque heroine

Series Name: The Bigfoot Chronicles

Word Count: 11968 words

Pages: 30

 

 

 

 

 Blurb

 Bryanna Stevens finally found her true soul mate—in the form of the nearly seven foot wall of muscle and hair known by many as Sasquatch. To her he’s Ashar, the next Chief of the Forest People and the object of all her lust and desire.

Once tormented by the hatred he harbored for the humans who killed his mate and unborn child, Ashar finds welcome relief and love in the arms of the wife of his sworn enemy.

Is their union truly a blessing from the gods, or will it uncover secrets that could tear them apart forever?

WARNING!!! EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX between humans and a creature commonly known as Bigfoot

 

Story Excerpt (PG rated)

 

May 2nd, Present Day Siskiyou Mountains

Hidden Village of the Forest People

 Etsey’s angry eyes bore into him. “Do you have any idea how much danger you’ve brought to our tribe? You most of all know the violence the humans can rain down upon us. Taema’s been buried a year and you continue on this vendetta. Enough! If you’re to be Chief, your actions must set an example for the rest.” The shaman touched him on his face and her features softened. “Ashar…you are the future of our people. You must find a proper mate before your father moves on to the next world.”

He leaned into her touch. Etsey had helped raise him after his mother died during childbirth. The loss had devastated his father, Baali. Not only did he lose his mate, he had three young children to raise. Fortunately Etsey was there. As Shaman it was her responsibility to help, but as their grandmother it was her joy and honor to raise them. At least that’s what she always told them when asked why she didn’t allow the others to help out more.

“I couldn’t stay away from her. Her pleas to the Goddess wrenched my heart in two. I know her pain. Taema and I longed for children. Did you know she was with child when Travis and his friends killed her?” Tears spilled down his cheeks and into his beard. “I lost a part of me that day I thought would never return—then I saw her.”

“So you did as you forbid the others to do. You intended to hurt the humans just as they hurt you. I know about the other woman. Did you think you could just get them all with child and see who survived?”

He averted his eyes. “It was my plan in the beginning, yes. But things changed last night. Something inside of me changed and I don’t want to go back to the way I was.” He couldn’t believe he’d actually fucked the first human and she lived through it. He really didn’t care one way or another if the child she carried was his or not. It was the satisfaction he derived from her husband begging him to spare his life and take his wife in exchange that gave him the thrill. Fucking coward. When it came right down to it, most humans seemed weak compared to any of the Forest People.

Last night however, Ashar had met his match. This soft and inviting woman embraced him, kissed him back and screamed for him to keep taking her. She’d wrapped her arms and legs around him and gave herself completely over to his lust. Her scent drove him wild with desire and he longed to bury his tongue into her and drink her juices again and again. Not even Taema had ever made him feel this way.

“You know what the Prophesy foretold. You are to bring our people into a new age. I had thought it would be with the one you lost, but could this human actually be your true mate? After all these years, could it be true?”

He realized she wasn’t asking him the questions. They were directed more to herself and the gods, but he nodded nonetheless. “She asked for a child and we need children to survive to rebuild our clan again. We’ve lost too many, Shaman. This has to be what the gods had intended to happen. Why else would I be so compelled to be with her? Why do I feel this way about her if it’s not meant to be?” Could it be possible? Is this beauty the one that will help me save my kind or is it only my lust for her clouding my judgment?

“You’ll have to put aside your hate for the woman’s mate and friends if this is to work. It will eat you alive and may cost you everything you hold dear—including any future you may have with this priestess.”

Ashar’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t tell you she was a priestess.”

The elderly Shaman smiled. “You’re not the only one who has watched over this one. I’ll speak no more of this today. Only you can decide if you’ll continue down this path. I’ll only offer you one more bit of advice. Don’t get so caught up in her that you miss the dangers around you. I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of the one called Travis.”

 

Adult Excerpt

 

He watched her set up the multicolored cloth on the ground in the center of the ring of stones. He held his breath as she parted the front of the robe and let it slip from her shoulders to the ground. She appeared even more beautiful than he remembered. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her skin as she knelt and raised her arms up to the sky. A low growl formed in his throat. He wanted her with his entire being. To hell with everything else. His woman called to him.

Ashar bolted out from the protection of his beloved redwoods and stood before her, willing her to open her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took and stirred his cock to full attention.

“You came.” Her full lips parted as a slow sensual smile formed. Her lids fluttered and then opened to reveal eyes as green as the grasses after a summer rain. She held her arms out to him. “I’m yours to do as you wish.”

His knees nearly buckled at the sound of her voice full of lust and desire. His cock stood rigid in front of her and bounced with need to bury itself within her hot folds again. This time he’d take his time and have her in as many ways as possible.

Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft and squeezed, drawing him closer to her. The other hand parted the hair covering his sacs. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the engorged head popping out of its sheath.

He moaned and grasped her hair in his hands as she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed for moment to enjoy the sensations she created with her touch. He’d spent hours watching humans do this to each other and now he understood why they appeared to enjoy it so much.

She used both of her hands and her mouth to stroke as much of his cock as possible. In this manner she was able to stimulate him from tip to base over and over again. Her tits jiggled as she bobbed her head up and down.

No, no, no. It’s too fast. “Stop—”

She popped this cock out of her mouth and stared up at him in shock. “You can speak?

He nodded. “Too fast. I want to taste you now.” He fell to his knees before her and waited, his eyes transfixed by her beauty.

Her hands moved through the hair on his chest then back down. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I just never dreamed you could talk.”

He chuckled. “If it brings the smile to your face and the sparkle to your eyes, I’ll speak. But first I want to taste you again. Your scent consumes me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”

A blush formed from her breasts and up to her cheeks as she lay back onto the blanket. She bent her knees and opened herself to him.

He inhaled deeply. There was the scent that drove him wild in his dreams. He bent over and kissed her outer lips, already slick with her wetness. He stiffened his tongue and ran it from her ass to her clit and back again in long firm strokes.

Her thighs quaked under his fingers and her breathing quickened.

He raised his eyes up to see her watching him, anticipating his next move. He held her gaze as he latched onto her swollen nub. He rapidly swirled his tongue around it as he delved two fingers into her hole.

She arched her back, tossed her head from side to side, and gasped. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that…oooohhh!”

* * * *

 He feathered the walls of her cunt and brought her immediately into a full body orgasm. Everything she thought about teaching her lover what to do to make her body hum went right out the window. He knew exactly how to bring her over the top in an instant. I have to be dreaming. No one has ever read my body like this.

His coarse hairs scratched her stomach as his body snaked its way up to her tits and painfully erect nipples. The low rumbling growl in his chest buzzed against her skin. He squeezed her tits together and flicked his tongue between them. The sensation sent fire straight to her core.

She pushed his hair from his forehead and touched his weather worn skin. Nothing about him frightened her and she knew in her gut it should. In his eyes she saw her own raw passion and pain. Here was her true soul mate. “What’s your name?”

He kissed her and drove his tongue past her lips to taunt and tease her. His knees pushed her legs further apart and then he ground the head of his cock against her clit. “Ashar.”

He rolled the end of his name into a purr and once again her body let loose gush of fluid soaking the comforter beneath them. He smiled and she briefly saw his fangs. They were only slightly larger than her own teeth. This solidified her idea he wasn’t the monster the world portrayed his kind to be.

He kissed her again and scraped his teeth over her bottom lip as if to say he read her thoughts. “What do your people call you, woman?”

“Bryanna…”

He shuddered against her. “Brrrrryanna.” Once again the deep sultry purr sent her into orbit. He raised his chest from her body, hooked her legs over his lower arms and then slid his glorious cock into her now dripping cunt. “I want you now, Bryanna. Can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”She bucked beneath him to meet his thrusts. She wanted him deep inside her as she raced through yet another orgasm.

He shook his head and kissed her again. “Let me love you slowly.” His strokes lengthened as he slowed their rhythmic dance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. This is what I want. I’m yours, Ashar. Your gift from the Goddess.”

He rolled onto his back and kept her impaled on his dick. He held her against his chest and continued to slowly pump into her, rubbing every inch of her. “Mine.”

 

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