Mating with Monsters Bundle #2

By Mark Desires

The second collection has arrived in the Mating with Monsters series! This bundle contains volumes number 6 through 10, coming in at over [33,200+] words of hot and titillating erotic monster content. From shaft-shifting werejaguars and feral werewolves to the legendary fox-woman and a dominating lamia, you don’t want to miss out on this bundle of five stories at almost half the price!

Contains:
Curse of the Were-Jaguar: Mating with Monsters #6
Revenge of the Slime Queen: Mating with Monsters #7
Subduing the Big Bad Wolf: Mating with Monsters #8
Allured by Nine-Tails: Mating with Monsters #9
Laying with the Lamia: Mating with Monsters #10

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Desires
• Release date: Apr 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311325013

Mark Desires

Mark Desires is an author of various literary erotica featuring light-hearted tales of tomboyish and aggressive women that take the lead in their love lives, tragic romances where happy endings are rare and bittersweet, and paranormal encounters where a walk in the woods could lead to a mystic rendezvous. Follow my blog in order to keep up on latest release dates and projects. There's a chance you might even find a coupon.

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Mating with Monsters Bundle #2

(Contains Mating with Monsters #6 - #10)

By: Mark Desires

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Curse of the Were-Jaguar Pt.1

Estevan POV

As the sun beat down on the land of endless forest and jungles, I tilted my hat. I couldn’t begin to describe the ominous feeling that ran through my bones as I stood at the entrance of an Olmec tomb. Unlike the smaller ones roughly the size of a hut, this one seemed more akin to the resting place of a great and powerful figure simply by judging the size to rival that of a manor.

Estevan? called a voice that came from behind me. I turned and took in the golden-colored eyes and shoulder-length hair that Felicia Anderson was blessed with. She was a foreigner to these lands, an archeologist who had arrived months ago to study the culture of the Olmecs here in the jungles of South America.

Since she arrived I had been serving as her guide, having grown in a nearby town and knew these lands like the back of my hand. There were others in the beginning, but now it was just me. The rest had already gotten paid for their work and she didn’t see the need for more guides than myself, since this was the last place she intended to visit before returning to her country. Is this the place?

Yeah. I adjusted the machete sheathed on my waist and the straps to the backpack of supplies I brought along from the jeep. Though, I have to admit this place feels off, somehow.

I’m sure it’ll be fine. She waved the thought off as a case of nerves on my end and started walking into the place. Let’s see if there’s anything left behind, shall we?

There were no artifacts, I was sure. While it still stood in one piece, I had no doubt that tomb raiders had already taken anything of value at some point. It was probably just an old structure of stone left behind by the ancients, a remnant of the past. But the lady wanted to check the place out and she paid half upfront already. Besides, what kinda guy would leave a pretty thing like her alone in a place like this?

So I followed behind her, carrying the flashlight as we explored the derelict tomb of wood and stone. It was a single structure thrown together out of pieces of rocks that fit together, wood that was aged and falling apart, and a bit of cloth. To me it was your typical old place that no one found remotely interesting—except those in her profession, of course.

What are these markings and holes? Felicia wondered aloud as she crouched down and began fingering the impressions underneath the symbols on the wall. Unable to see them properly she called for me. Estevan, shine a bit of light over here, will you?

Be careful, I warned her, pointing the light to the holes for her. Something might be making a nest out of those pits.

It’ll be fine, she assured me, only to freeze up when something went ‘click’ after she put her hand into one of the impressions. I could hear something slide back before the place started to shake a bit, knocking loose some of the age-old dust and rattling the brittle wood. The next thing I knew the floor was taken from under us.

We fell down into the darkness of the unknown.

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Felicia POV

Landing on something soft, I couldn’t help but think that in retrospect it may have been a bad idea to tamper with things I didn’t understand. Thankfully we were in one piece and okay…well, I was in one piece and okay. Estevan was unconscious.

I felt bad about that, I really did, but this discovery was groundbreaking. The underground chamber, which no one but those who built it probably knew about, was an untouched site. Even the dirt hadn’t been compacted through countless footsteps, meaning that we were probably the first ones to do so since it was built and sealed off. How exciting!

I only wished that it wasn’t so dark that I couldn’t see my own hand in front of me. Luckily the flashlight survived the fall and was only half-buried, sticking out of the dirt. It was still on, shining a bit like a single star in the night sky. Picking it up, I made Estevan comfortable before exploring the chamber.

The search proved fruitless initially until I came across with looked to be the outline of a door in the wall. It was decorated with mosaics that were depicting a tale about whom this tomb was built for. Running my hand over the pendant that was engraved on it, it seemed to act as another switch. But rather than collapse the floor again it made the stone slab slide upwards, revealing another hidden room.

The ground inside was tiled stone, untouched by even a speck of dirt. The walls were neatly carved with depictions that I could make out if…if I weren’t drawn to the beautiful necklace that lay untouched on top of a small stone dais. It was a magnificent artifact that was perfectly pristine. I…I could hear it calling out to me…

I stepped into the room without care, even when the door slid shut behind me and possibly sealed me inside for all eternity. Nothing else mattered by reaching the necklace. It was glowing, pulsating with desire and power that called for me. I had to have it and reached out to take it from its stand.

The moment I fitted it around my neck, my heart stopped as a foreign sensation washed throughout my body. Everything was shrouded in a heated haze that left me sweltering. It was so hot. I abandoned every inch of clothing to ease the burning, but even that wasn’t enough and I fell onto my knees.

It was so hot. It felt like a red-hot iron rod forced its way out of my tail bone. I was burning beneath my flesh, my skin itching mercilessly. Gods, I was so damn hot that my throat was parched and my body ached with a carnal need that seemed to overtake me. I couldn’t think straight, losing myself to these overwhelming feelings as everything was covered in the haze.

I had to get out soon and find something to drink or eat or fuck before I lost my mind…

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Estevan POV

I woke up to find the darkness spinning around…wait, how does darkness spin around? Damn, must’ve hit my head harder than I thought. Either way I forced myself up to my feet and silently thanked whatever deity that didn’t have a good laugh at my expense that nothing had been broken by the sudden fall.

The backpack seemed to have been placed under my head as a pillow by Felicia. But I couldn’t see anything, so either the flashlight was buried or she took it with her. Good thing I had a spare flare in one of these damn pouches. Once I found it I shielded my eyes and set it off, the burst of light pushing back the black veil with a constant hiss and allowing me to see just how screwed I was.

The way back up was climbable, somewhat anyway. But my client was nowhere in sight. The impressions in the surprisingly soft dirt showed only a single set of tracks, human footprints. She actually wandered ahead, going deeper inside. I hope she knew curiosity killed more than a cat.

The underground room’s walls were lined with what looked like sills that had deep cuts in them, going across the length of the wall. When I got the flare close to see if I could use it to guide me, a spark jumped into the cut and whatever was in it lit up like a campfire. The flame rolled along the path and lit the way before coming back around on the opposite side seconds later. With the room completely alight I could see a door at the end of the wall, with the footprints leading to it.

Setting the backpack down beneath the hole, I made my way to the door and noted the pictures on it that