Yielding to the Blind Beast -- New Monster Hunter Conquest!

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Once more, our brave, blonde monster hunter is out on a quest to prove herself. Her journey takes her to the empty desert of the Salt Flats, where rumor of a mystical, dangerous beast known as a Basilisk originates. A fierce monster known to turn people to stone with a mere glance, has the young woman gone on a fatal hunt? What does one do to fight back against such a creature, and will Siena find herself entranced by the eyes and lured deep into taboo passions, or will she simply end up a statue?

6k words of reluctant monster sex, forced orgasm, and strange feelings for forgotten beasts

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

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When he nudged her too roughly, she reached out in reaction, touching his head and holding him for balance. At this contact, the beast quivered, like it was purring.

Baffled, Siena could only stare at first, grazing her finger pads over the smooth skull that reminded her of marble. The color in the dim light was like a deep azure, lighter yellow along its chin and down its stomach. There was something satisfying in how it reacted when she stroked it, feeling the basilisk lean into her touch.

At first it made her smile, but the creature was taking the familiarity to a new level when it trailed its tail up to her belly. Sliding beneath her shirt, she cried out and reached down to stop it.

Viskor would not allow this.

That tongue, limber and strong, wrapped her wrists and pulled them back up, letting the scaled appendage slide up her soft skin. Her tunic came with it, and in a careful, fast flex, the strong tail ripped the garment down the front, baring her naked from the waist up.

“Wait, stop!” Siena struggled, pulling at the bonds and kicking with her boots at the thick coils of the serpent. Viskor made a sound akin to a hiss, something so low and threatening it made her freeze where she was. His eyes, so large and intense in their frosted coating, focused on her with a heavy air.

At first, she thought she was only holding still out of terror.

In seconds, she understood something else was wrong.

“Little one, you resist. Viskor won't turn you to stone or kill you, but these eyes can paralyze temporarily as well. If you won't behave, this shall be the result.”

Siena felt her heart pounding, a bird that wanted to escape her chest. Her muscles were solid, stuck, hands lifted over her head and eyes frozen wide in fear. Amazingly, as she felt the despair rolling over, a sound whispered from her throat. It was a soft moan of fright, but it let her understand she could still make some noise. The muscles of her jaw kept words away, but that was all.

Viskor let her go, moving back and studying her curiously. When he twisted behind, she could not turn to see where he was, and it made her nape bristle.