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.
