Chapter 2 - A mate for life It is a fact of nature that a lot of the earth's species mate for life. There are a number of birds and mammals that are well known for, once they select a mate, staying with that mate for life. They will guard that mate and ward off any potential rival suitors. The Rocky Mountain range of mountains in North America, extends fro...
This series is about something I don't see a lot; a guy getting attacked by tentacles. So lot's of non consensual gay monster sex. Enjoy! ***** When you're hunting for your lost fiance in the wilderness, make sure you pack better than I did. Rations were running low. My strength to hike these endless mountains was running thin. And my overall sanity was d...
The churning and merging is so vigorous that surrounding objects tremble with the movements, and so wet that a continuous sloshing sound is noticeable above the din of heavy breathing, rhythmic throbbing intonations and voices that betray heightened excitement and arousal. With pressure rapidly building and heat rising, the white frothy liquid reaches a poin...
Askook had left his village and for the next two moons he would live off the land to prove his worthiness to become a warrior in his tribe. His 18 year old body rippled with muscles from his hard work and natural strength. He was armed with a bow and arrows, a tomahawk and a knife. He would return to his tribe a man or he would fail and die in the wilderness...
Authors note. Special thanks to MissBoePeep for her editing assistance and help. This is my first submission under the erotic horror catagory, please keep that in mind. She stood at the edge of the wooded area gazing with disdain at the old wooden church that sat on the outskirts of Bellaire, a small village nestled in the New England country side. She h...
Vancouver ...... She stepped out of the hotel door and into the July sunlight, smiling at the man holding the door as she passed him. She had arrived in Vancouver earlier that morning from Melbourne, and even though it had been a 14 hour flight, she was not tired – and she wanted to stretch her legs with a walk from the Fairmont down to the pier and Vancou...
Alone finally. The only sounds that grace my ears are the gentle winds of the west blowing down the hills, and through the large pines that guard the cabin from the evening sun. The commercial world is non-existent out here. No TV, no billboards, no skyscrapers, no cars; only one small power line for electricity, and my dependable pickup to get me to the nea...
Author's Note: I took a different approach when writing this story. It takes on two different views switching from third to first person views, but at very notable times. Also originally this story began as a short story with the very end of the story, the battle as the short story. I had submitted to a website for a contest and had gotten a lot of good revi...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord * "Buyin' time, they say, is a dangerous thing, you never know exactly what the time will bring, just move along, not too fast, try to make the good times last." "All T...
It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon on lake just like many others they had experienced together on that long boat ride back to camp after Monday morning meetings. Today would be different however in so many ways although neither of them knew it at this point. John had decided that the scenic route would be the best way to return to camp this afternoon. They...