Ravished by the Platoran, The Rambler: Book One, Fantasy Monster Erotica

By Leah Bryce

Who knew a night spent in a dungeon could be so exciting? Hattie certainly hadn’t expected the highly erotic sight of two humanoid males enjoying each other. Determined to join the fun, she offered the massive Platoran her hole. His exotically shaped cock left her thoroughly sated, turning her punishment into an incredibly hot experience. M/M, M/F Fantasy Monster Erotica

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leah Bryce
• Release date: Apr 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463302019

Leah Bryce

UPDATE: Now available for limited custom commissions. Do you have a particular fantasy you'd like to see turned into a story? Visit my blog or contact me at: [e-mail] with a dirty mind and vivid imagination, I’ve always found taboo sex in all its many different versions incredibly exciting. I love power dynamics, particularly dominant men and primal males with women who service them or submit to them. Monsters, races, and beasts with decidedly non-human cocks is one of my other favorite kinks. Cuckolding, swinging and sharing, especially with MM bisexual action is another passion of mine. Did I mention FemDom?Oh, who am I kidding? If it's kinky and forbidden, chances are I find it hot as can be.In my taboo stories, you’ll find a wide range of sexual situations and experiences that are forbidden or off-limits and feature a variety of power dynamics and kinks:IncestBestialitySexual SlaveryMonsters and Fantasy Races with non-human cocksDub-con, Non-conCuckold, Cuckquean, Swingers, Partner SharingPublic SexOff-limits MenI also enjoy building characters, storylines, and worlds, so my readers can get to know the characters and follow their ongoing adventures.I hope you enjoy my stories. Be sure to favorite/subscribe to stay updated.

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Ravished

By the Platoran

The Rambler: Book One

Leah Bryce

Copyright 2020 Leah Bryce

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Other Titles by Leah Bryce

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter One

STARS GLITTERED LIKE diamonds in the sky. The light of a half-moon cast a silver sheen over rooftops of thatch and simple tile. Streetlamps still three-quarters full of oil at this late evening hour illuminated the timber frame houses of the town. Clean cobblestone streets, some wide, some narrow, wound their way in between two- and three-story buildings, warehouses, and single level workmen’s shops.

It was a peaceful night, most residents retired to their beds or enjoying the last few minutes of the day seated around low peat fires in their living rooms. Only the occasional patron of the many pubs and taverns and a few servants returning late from work still strolled the quiet streets. It would have been a tranquil setting, if not for the heated voice of an irritated woman that rang out loud and clear in the mild evening air.

If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. I won’t stand for it. Hattie yanked her arm out of the guard’s rather gentle grip. There’s been Halfling rum served in my tavern since the day my father opened it, and that’s not about to change now. Her mane of tightly curled red hair shone like fire under the streetlamp as she tossed it over her shoulder.

Stopping, Hattie propped a fist on her well-padded hip, aimed a glare at her two guards out of narrowed blue eyes that threatened to incinerate the pair where they stood. My, the milksops looked no older than eighteen, she noted. The peach fuzz on their faces couldn’t rightly be called a beard. There was a youthful softness to their features that only amplified their worried expressions. Neither did anything to validate their authority.

Her ample bosom heaved as she let out an exasperated huff. It was an insult to her person not to be escorted to the keep by stern, mature guards, at least. One would have thought her reputation demanded that much. She certainly would have preferred to spend some time in the company of well-built, masculine men instead of these whelps. But Rainar had likely counted on that, figuring she’d go easier on the lads. Well, she’d box his ears later, once her night as a guest of Keep Athleán was over.

Mrs. Hattie, please. One of the guards tried to nudge her along. "You know the Halflings are refusing to