Brigid’s Blessing

Brigid-s-Blessing-CoverRelease Date: November 30, 2013

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: 9316 words

Pages: 21

 

 

BLURB

 Bryanna Stevens was slowly dying inside. The safe and consensual sexual relationship with her husband Travis had slowly deteriorated into one filled with torment and abuse. With nowhere to turn, she pleaded her case to the Goddess Brigid. She offered herself up to the gods to do as they see fit if they’d grant her one wish—to conceive a child of her own.

Hell bent on avenging the mutilation and death of his pregnant mate, Ashar risks everything to make the humans pay. Instead, he’s blindsided by his desire for the naked beauty stretched out over an altar, pleading for the gods to give her a child.  Before he can stop himself, he’s kneeling beside her. Could she be the one to save the Forest People and mend his broken heart or the one to destroy them all?

 

 STORY EXCERPT

 She was so tired of being judged around town for trying to be true to herself. “I am who I am.” Travis used to love that about her. It was her free spirit that attracted him to her in the first place. She was the one who introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Unfortunately, over the last few years they’ve strayed from the safe and consensual to the angry sex. She wasn’t sure when he changed from the caring Dom to the nightmare control freak he was now, but she couldn’t take it anymore.  The more he drank, the less he could perform unless it meant tormenting and demoralizing her. That wasn’t what she signed up for when she agreed to be his submissive.

It was time she faced the facts. Her ten year marriage was a joke. Sure the sex was over the top and exactly what she wanted—when he was able to deliver. Most days he was either too tired or too drunk to get it up. It took her to push him enough to make him pissed off before his dick would rise to the occasion and that was getting to be scarce as well.

It’s why she was surprised at how hard his cock was just before the toast. Maybe showing off in front of his friends gave him the hard on because it sure as hell wasn’t her. She slipped out of her bra and examined the scratches and tiny welts over her tits. Her right nipple appeared bruised where he bit into it. She had feared he did more damage, but luckily no part of it was missing.

She unraveled the rest of her hair from the loose braid and brushed some of the tangles out of it. She loved the way her hair appeared with soft waves after braiding. The gold and red highlights in her chestnut brown hair were a new addition and one her husband wasn’t fond of at all. He wanted her to go a deep auburn color but she refused. That set off another nasty confrontation between them. Instead of hot angry sex, he’d stormed out and stayed away. Apparently he preferred the company of the drunks and tramps at the local bar instead of staying home with her. He didn’t start talking to her again until three days ago. Whatever. I’m done.

She stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle at her feet. She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror on the bedroom door and admired her curves. It took a lot of work to keep her looking fit and it was wasted on a man who didn’t appreciate it or her at all.

She sighed and made her way to the bathroom and the large Jacuzzi tub that called her name. In there she’d work out the kinks and aches from the session in the shed and try to figure out what the hell was watching them go at it. Whatever it was, she hoped it was able to haul ass and get to safety before Travis and his posse tracked it. One thing she did know about her husband—he won’t let anyone get in his way of finding that creature and mounting it’s head on the living room wall.

 * * * *

 Ashar doubled back on the trail for the third time. While the humans had the guns, they were blind in the dark. He knew the forest like the back of his hand. He didn’t need any light to find his way. None of his clan did. It’s what kept them alive for thousands of years out of reach of the much inferior hairless creatures who chased him now.

He knew the names they called him. Chiye tanka was his favorite and given to his people by the Lakota tribe. Loosely translated it meant big elder brother. Ashar’s ancestors had roamed the earth long before any of the modern humans so referring to them as elders was fitting. Unfortunately the reference only existed in a few remote areas.

Ashar’s clan kept themselves hidden in the redwood forests and mountains. Few humans were allowed into their world although the Shaman often spoke of a time when their kind mated with the humans to strengthen both species. As the humans developed more, they pulled away from the old ways. Fear replaced the mutual respect, which in turn had led to the complete separation of their worlds.

Until Ashar’s kind were forced to defend their homes and way of life.

Many lives were lost on both sides until a truce was brokered. Each agreed to stay within the boundaries outlined by the treaty and give each other the space needed to peacefully coexist. Of course that didn’t last more than a few generations before the humans forgot their promises and took more and more of the forest away to build their secluded mountain communities.

In response, his kind moved deeper and deeper into the forests and literally into the mountains themselves. They carved out elaborate dwellings within the rocks and tunneled to the very center of the range. There they discovered a whole new wilderness, untouched by humans. This was his home and where his father ruled over their tribe for fifty years. Now on his deathbed, the leadership—and all their current troubles fell on Ashar’s shoulders.

His people were dying. Fewer and fewer children were born to their females each year. Those who managed to take their first breath succumbed to unknown illnesses before their fifth year. Shaman told his father it was happening because they’d abandoned the old ways of interbreeding with the humans. She said there would be one who’d come to save their people. They only had to wait for her to come to them.

One group of young males didn’t want to wait for a savior. They decided they’d take matters into their own hands and raided the mountain cabins for fertile human females. So far not one of them survived the mating rituals. Shaman only shook her head with each death. She knew none of them were the chosen one but the youth refused to listen to her. Even the females of the tribe decided they too could mate with humans.

Now Ashar had to deal with the consequences of their ill-conceived actions. The year before one of the raiding parties had been discovered by a group of humans. Most of the party scattered but one was hit with a tranquilizer dart. She’d awakened to find herself tied spread eagle on the ground while the humans took turns with her young nubile body. Unable to fight them off, she endured hour after hour of their abuse until the sedative wore off.

Ashar remembered it as if it were yesterday.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

(WARNING: contains sex with creature known as Bigfoot)

 

She gathered up the materials she needed for the ritual and placed them near the back door. She removed all of her clothing and slipped into the long purple satin robe she’d made for just such an occasion. She pulled the hood up over her head as she made her way through the yard to the altar she’d set up in her garden.

She’d designed the structure to resemble a miniature Stonehenge with a stone altar in the center of the ring of smooth cut granite and slabs of redwood. At this point in the evening, the moon had risen to a height well above the tree line. Its light illuminated her garden shrine perfectly. She began her chanting spell welcoming her spirit guides and the Goddess Brigid. She asked for the courage to continue on her journey out of the marriage that had robbed her of her self-worth and her chance to have a child of her own. She dropped her robe at the base of the altar and lit the candles at the center while she pleaded her case. “Goddess, if it’s your will please grant me this last wish. I long to have a child of my very own, to teach the ways of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone.”

She spread the cloak out on the altar and lay on top of it as an offering. Tears flowed down her cheeks. “I offer all that I am, all that I will ever be if it’s your will for life to spring from me.” Her mind wouldn’t focus on the spell, but instead kept replaying her conversation with Sandy. Could the baby she’s carrying really be the child of a Bigfoot? Is it possible?

Before she knew it, she’d altered the prayer spell. “I offer my womb to help save his clan. Any child created from our union would be cherished and harmed by no man. This I pledge. If it’s your will, so mote it be.”

 * * * *

 Ashar watched Bryanna from the thicket of trees closest to her ring of stones. He couldn’t look away. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in thick curls. The moonlight caused her alabaster skin to glow in front of his eyes. He longed to touch and taste her. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with her scent.

Before he could stop himself, he was kneeling in front of the altar. He became drunk with need to take her as his own.

She gasped softly. Her eyes locked with his as he pulled her toward the edge of the stone. She didn’t resist or cry out but let him do as he wished.

He parted her legs enough to glide his fingers through her slick pussy lips and then to his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste her juices. He growled and moaned at once, nearly swooning with desire he’d never known before. He placed her legs over his shoulders as his tongue dove into her folds.

“Oh my god…” Her fingers entwined in his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her body opened to him and begged for more.

He moved up her smooth skin, licking, sucking and biting his way up to her tits. his hands barely fit around the heavy orbs. He nuzzled each in turn before taking one nipple in his mouth to suckle.

She thrashed under him but didn’t try to push him away. Instead she arched her back and shoved move of her breast into his mouth. Her moans and sighs urged him to continue his exploration of her body.

He pushed himself up and watched her face closely as he eased his cock into her wetness. Afraid he’d hurt her if he let his need get the best of him, he forced himself to go as slowly as her body needed to adjust to fit him. No one but Taema had ever been able to take him in fully—until this human.

She lifted her legs so they curved around his waist. Her heels dug into his sides to pull him toward her. “Don’t fucking stop. Take me. Please…” Her lips met his with raw animalistic need. Her tongue slipped and slid over his, teasing and taunting with every movement. The other human had simply laid there while he satisfied himself as best he could. His cock was too large to fit inside that one but he’d made due. This one appeared to be made to fit him completely. The discovery opened the flood gates within him.

He didn’t need any more of an invitation. He supported his upper body with his forearms as his hips slammed into her, forcing his cock in all the way with each stroke.

Her muscles clenched around his shaft, milking and squeezing him almost to the point of pain. She screamed and cried out for more. “Yes, yes, yes!” Her body shuddered and shook beneath him and still he pounded her cunt. Never before had he experienced such pleasure and pain at the same time. He wanted more and more of her with every plunge.

Her body clenched again before she grew quiet.

Ashar roared as he released his seed inside her. He continued to thrust as cum shot out of him. He stood up, and rapidly pulled on his cock and balls to finish, shooting white cream all over her thighs, stomach and breasts.

He smoothed her hair from her sweat covered forehead, kissed her lips, and covered her with the edges of the robe. He ran his fingers through the beads of cum over her skin and smiled. “Mine.”

 

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