Taming Her Beast

By ManofDawnLight

Evyn, a classical warrior of the old Dukant clan, has arrived on a holy island where it is said the body of his ancient ancestor rests. It his sworn duty to find the gravestone, pluck a rock from it, and return to his comrades. However, deep within the island's forest, Evyn is attacked by a giant cave lion with green eyes. He is cut badly, but after he returns the blow with his great axe, the cave lion shows it's true form as a beautiful redheaded woman. Her power over him is great, and he cannot resist her lustful charms. Nor does he want to. Will he survive long enough to find his ancestor? Will the spirit woman suck his body dry of its juices? Will he finally rise to the challenge of the warrior and become the man he dreams of being? Only his willpower, strength, and manliness will decide his fate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ManofDawnLight
• Release date: Apr 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311382696

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Taming Her Beast

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ManofDawnLight

Smashwords Edition Copyright by ManofDawnLight, 2015

With closed eyes, he could rightfully smell the beauty of the foreign land he found himself within. It was old and full of magic. The rotting trees that had cracked underneath his boots were birthing taller and stronger trees out of their crumbling bodies. The roots of the old and new held together moist dirt so fertile it could grow wheat on a patch of ice in the middle of winter. The movement of fresh mountain water created a symphony of liquid chimes as it travelled all the way to the sea.

The sea, a second home to his people, was struggling to keep its briny scent upon him in the face of such clam purity. He had tasted the creek many times as he travelled to these highlands, and each time he could feel unwelcomed salt wash away from his body.

And the morning sun. On the waters, it showered him with two golden eyes upon the horizon. At home, it breathed color back into the green plains that fed the cattle. But here, on this distant and wild island, it could only filter piece by piece through the leaves onto the ground. It was as if below the treetops were a secret, and the forest was trying its best to keep all hidden. To keep the island innocent.

Evyn opened his eyes and continued his search. Evyn was a thick bodied man with long dark hair and soft beard. If he was one to eat like a pig, he would have been full with a ruddy girth. Yet, he ate lean, and his lightly tanned skin pulled tightly over his large muscles. He showed a few deep scars in his chest and arms, but his face was flawless with jutting cheekbones and a powerful chin. His only gentle feature were his green eyes, which his people told him was a sign that he had been gifted by the good spirits.

It was summertime, and he was lightly dressed in thick leathers: sturdy boots, large belt, tattered gauntlets, and a strap over his shoulder that held his mighty battle axe. His axe was tarnished from overuse, but