Mating with Monsters Bundle #3

By Mark Desires

The third and final collection has arrived in the Mating with Monsters series! This bundle contains volumes number 11 through 15, coming in at over [30,000+] words of hot and titillating erotic monster content. From lactating and silent Hulder of the forests and charming Cambion to the cursed Dragon-Shifters and a pair of Were-Bears who seek a worthy mate, you don’t want to miss out on this bundle of five stories at almost half the price!

Contains:
Milking the Hulder: Mating with Monsters #11
Charmed by the Cambion: Mating with Monsters #12
Revelry of the Wine God: Mating with Monsters #13
Bearing the Dragon’s Child: Mating with Monsters #14
Camping with the Were-Bears: Mating with Monsters #15

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Desires
• Release date: Sep 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310420962

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 #3

(Contains Mating with Monsters #11 - #15)

By: Mark Desires

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Published by Mark Desires Erotica at Smashwords

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Mark Desires is an author of various, high-quality erotica stories with a contemporary or unusual paranormal fetish or themes that exceed the norm and become a rare breed. He began in 2012 and continues to write various short stories for the entertainment of others.

Table of Contents

Milking the Hulder Pt.1

Milking the Hulder Pt.2

Charmed by the Cambion Pt.1

Charmed by the Cambion Pt.2

Revelry of the Wine God Pt.1

Revelry of the Wine God Pt.2

Bearing the Dragon’s Child Pt.1

Bearing the Dragon’s Child Pt.2

Camping with the Were-Bears Pt.1

Camping with the Were-Bears Pt.2

Milking the Hulder Pt.1

You know, I never knew why some people felt the irresistible urge to do things like camp out in the woods. To me the whole thing seemed to be going backwards, away from modern civilization to a simpler time that humanity struggled desperately to get away from after centuries of technological developments. There was nothing really to do in the solitude but try and pass the time with the only noise being what nature itself provided.

Then again, I could be biased on account of waking up in the middle of the woods unprepared and against my will.

I thought the assholes were having a little fun, dropping me into the woods while I slept for a good chuckle on our vacation. I figured they would eventually come back in a few hours and we would have a good laugh, me swearing to get them back as we sat around with beers in hand. Then we would go back to the cabin and just relax.

That was before my watch, the only thing on me aside from my survival knife with a flint attached, showed it was four in the afternoon. I spent nearly the whole day doing nothing, waiting for them to show up. Then it occurred to me that I couldn’t see any noticeable trail, or markings, or anything that would point them or me from the site to the cabin. And then I recalled that if they were drunk then they probably wouldn’t remember where I was at all.

… I blamed myself in the end, for both being so slow on the uptake and for hanging out with them in the first place. So, I figured I would get back to the cabin myself and got to walking. A couple of hours later the sun was setting, I was hot and sweaty and nowhere in sight of the cabin.

Just how far did they drop me off?

Are you lost? said a voice from behind me. Considering that there was no one there when I came from that direction, I was more than a little surprised to hear a woman’s voice. So I turned my head around fast enough get whiplash and found that I wasn’t going crazy.

She was an attractive woman. Her fair skin looked smooth and unblemished, only covered in a white dress that struggled against her shapely breasts and came to an abrupt end at her thighs. And her hazel eyes were alluring, contrasting the dark hair that fell down to the center of her back.

…and here I was, dressed in the plaid jacket, jeans, and a long-sleeve shirt that I had fallen asleep in. Having walked for hours, I could feel the inner-lining of the fabric clinging to my sweaty body and smell the body odor coming off of me. It did not do wonders for my ego. Umm… Hello?

Standing there against a tree, barefoot on the twig and leaf-covered ground, she tilted her head and asked once more, Are you lost?

Yes, I admitted. Can you tell me which way it is to the cabins? I’ve been walking for hours and haven’t seen any of them.

She turned around and pointed in the direction I just came from. More people are that way, further than you’ve traveled.

In other words I had been going the wrong damn way. That meant that not only did I have to take the same way back, but I had to do it in the dark. Oh… okay.

You won’t make it before nightfall, she told me, taking a few steps towards me in the process. Once she was in front of me I could smell the forest on her, but it was a nice smell in contrast to being simply woodsy. You are weary as well. Come with me.

I watched for a bit as she walked past me, further towards where I was just going. That meant on the return trip it would be longer. But, fuck it. I wouldn’t get there tonight anyway with only an hour of sun. So… where do you live?

In these woodlands, she stated without looking back.

Oh. Small talk was a lot easier when I didn’t find myself trying not to imagine exactly how much was hidden behind the fabric of that dress of hers. The way the fabric was hiked up as it was forced to cover the large mounds said a lot about her size, and the fact she didn’t wear a bra. I kept my mouth shut as I followed her, to avoid blurting out something stupid.

It was amazing really, how she seemed to almost glide over the uneven ground of twigs, leaves, and roots without making a sound. On the other hand, it seemed like I couldn’t take a step without something trying to trip me up or wake everything in the forest around us. Not to mention that being trapped in these sweaty boots while walking was starting to make my feet swell and blister. I wanted to stop and rest, but something told me if I lost her then I wouldn’t find her again.

It was only when the sound of running water reached my ears that I spoke up again. Do you hear water?

Yes. She brushed aside some foliage that was hindering the view ahead of her and revealed what lay on the other side. We will stay here for now.

Here was a clearing of some kind, with a small waterfall where clear water ran from atop a rising wall of stone that was at least two stories high, dropping into a small river that flowed further down the path than I could see.

It wasn’t a bad place, per se, but not what I expected. I thought we were heading back to your place.

You cannot keep up with me as you are, she said. Night will obscure your vision further. It would be best to recover instead and then return you to your cabin in the morning, after eating and drinking.

…Fair enough, I said. So far I went all day without eating or drinking anything, and my feet were killing me. It was hard to argue with her logic on those fronts, so I didn’t waste time trying to. Instead I trotted over to the river’s edge, took off my boots, and settled my feet into the shallow end of the water to let the chill ease the burning from walking without pause over the rough terrain.

The very buxom and sensual woman decided to take it a step further when I turned my attention to her, having managed to somehow slip out of her short dress. She was wading in the water, her perfectly round hips swaying as she took slow and steady steps until she was under the cascading falls. She stood there with her eyes closed, unbothered by the cold water.

Despite having no right to watch, I couldn’t pull my eyes away. The water laved her, streamlets rolling over her flesh and around her curves. They snaked around even the most private of parts, exploring the dark recesses that lay between her legs and beneath