The Goatman Cometh

By Foxxi Smolder

Naive Anna Kingsley leaves college and enters the wild when she decides to hike the rocky trail of the state park. But what horrors are lurking in these woods, she has no idea... and what they can do to her, she's about to find out!

The Goatman is known and feared across America for his eerie ability to change shape and mimic voices. He isn't as notorious for his passionate, animal lovemaking, but after Anna's trip off the beaten path, that might be about to change!

Read on for over 7000 words of erotic horror featuring dirty, scary cryptid smut!

Excerpt:

Things like this didn't come easy to her, at least not usually, so why was Anna now so confident in moving her body against the Goatman's? Even with his more familiar form he was eerie, alien, wild. The thought might have been more disquieting in someone other than Anna, who believed in anything and everything and furthermore wanted to be awed and amazing by new things.

Kissing the Goatman was a new thing; grinding against him was certainly new. Anna let her instincts take over and guide her in this dance of body with body, surrendering to the novelty and how oddly natural it all felt.

Like when the Goatman's hands dropped to her waist and squeezed her there, bringing her closer, removing any atom of distance between them. That felt good, and right, as if those hands belonged there. Anna leaned into him then, relishing the strength she could feel in the Goatman's tensed muscles, knowing it would not be used to hurt her. She paused to take a breath from the kiss and the Goatman groaned, a plaintive sound. That made her smile and nuzzle his neck before pressing her lips there lightly. The groan turned into a low moan of pleasure.

Anna nipped at his pulse, feeling it quicken under her playful teeth. Her insides were coiling with a tight, ferocious desire that was far from familiar to her, but if she was going to take the lead that meant letting her instincts guide her. As she sucked and nibbled at the same place, drawing long moans from the Goatman's throat, her hand slid down from chest to abdomen, questing closer till she met long, shaggy fur... then something hard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463060148

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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The Goatman Cometh

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

The Goatman Cometh

By Foxxi Smolder

When Anna Kingsley hit the trail for the first time, she couldn't have been further from prepared. The park ranger looked her up and down skeptically, not bothering to hide her doubt, when Anna walked up to her in light jean shorts, sneakers, and a drawstring backpack. She stood in stark contrast to all the other hikers around her, who took to their surroundings in protective gear and practical, heavy boots. So the ranger who surveyed her sounded appropriately disbelieving when she asked, You taking this trail today?

Yes, replied Anna, pushing some hair behind her ear. She hadn't even brought a barrette or baseball cap to secure it out of her face.

The ranger's expression curled down even further, if that was possible. Sure you wouldn't rather try another day? We're supposed to be getting some weather later in the afternoon – bad for beginning hikers.

That's alright, Anna said easily. I like the rain.

That drew an outright snort from the ranger, which Anna ignored. Her dreamy look didn't change; she continued to gaze out at the trail extending far before her, hazel eyes locked into the distance. No matter how poorly she'd prepped for this trek, there was no way this civil servant was going to prevent her for going.

The ranger seemed to realize the same thing, for her demeanor towards Anna loosened up slightly. The frown between her eyebrows lessened. You'll want to start over there, she said, pointing towards a sign post indicating the official beginning of the trail. Off to the east here we got a lodge where you can use the ladies' and fill up your water bottle. Pick up a brochure if you want to. She rolled her eyes to show what