Banged In The Bayou: Monsterotica Book 1

by Madison Sevier

  At this point, I surmised, The Thing was indeed male and apparently exuded pheromones in high doses. Whether plant, animal or both, I had no idea, but I knew I wanted it inside of me. He laid me upon a dry bed of leaves and his eyes searched mine as if for permission. Its hand reached up and stroked my cheek and I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

  The creature leaned down, an inch from my face and I searched for a sign of what he was about to do. I could hear him sniff, but I saw no nose. I heard him groan and moan but it reverberated from his chest not from his mouth. The greenery covering his chest raised and fell with his rapid breathing and his cock seemed to grow larger before my very eyes. My middle-of-nowhere-stuck-in-a-cave-with-a-monster-vacation had just redeemed itself.

  Chapter Five

  At what I perceived as his prodding, I peeled off my clothing and rolled over onto all fours. His smooth vines seemed to wrap around my middle effortlessly as he held me still. My pussy was now slick and throbbing, begging for him to pound into me. I felt the head its cock slide across my slickness, much like a man would do as his vines wrapped around my neck. He was touching me everywhere at once.

  “Please.” The pressure he applied to my throat, the pulling of my hair and the binds he had me in were intoxicating. “Please.” I begged.

  Suddenly, I felt him pull away from me. The vines released their hold and I tried with all of my might to slam back against him so he would fill me. But he held me and confusion washed over me as my body pulsed with need.

  “What? Why?”

  I knew he couldn’t understand what I was saying, so I ground my hips against him, trying to rub up against his cock and I exploded into orgasm. I grabbed at the dry leaves covering the hard ground, my nails bending back to the quick and exquisite pain rocketed through me.

  I turned to look at him and Nessiana was backing out of the room.

  “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! Don’t leave me here!”

  He was gone. Disappeared before I could roll over and I was alone. I cried and cried for what felt like hours until completely exhausted, depleted of every ounce of energy and too scared to run, I fell asleep on the bed of dry leaves.

  When I awoke again, Nessiana was there, looming over me again.

  “I’m so sorry about earlier. I thought you wanted me.”

  He silenced me with a webbed finger and motioned with his other hand for me to scoot over. When he sat down beside me, he opened his mouth to speak, but it came out in a primal rush of sounds instead of words.

  “Arrrggggggh uhhhhhh.” He growled over and over again.

  I couldn’t understand a word of what he said but his open mouth revealed sharp, pointy teeth that could retract and pop out much like a Venus Fly Trap and I shuddered as I imagined him scraping his teeth along the length of my body.

  Even more vines with tiny hairs appeared and began stroking my nipples. Nessiana adjusted his middle covering to reveal another cock! He had two dicks! Desire flooded my body as I imagined and needed every inch of both of those cocks. In one swift move, he flipped me over, and repositioned himself before slamming into me with both shafts. If he’d had three of them, I’d have been plugged from every angle. My anus and pussy began to throb simultaneously as he pumped in and out, in and out. Suddenly, I felt his sharp teeth nibbling at my neck, making their way down my body as he pounded into my holes. He stretched his neck at an incredible angle and clamped onto a nipple with his teeth and began sucking. I could smell blood and I didn’t care, I wanted more!

  I writhed and humped in rhythm with him until he pulled out of me once again. I cried out “Put them back in! I need more! Fuck me, Swamp Thing, Fuck Me!”

  Still restrained by his vines, I became animal-like, frantic to have his cocks back inside of me. He held me, turning me to face him as I whimpered and begged for more. An amused sort of satisfaction flittered across his now glowing eyes. I could see his long, hard shafts were still engorged and I was salivating. The green color of them, their flesh-like texture made me weak with need. Just as I was about to scream out again, he plowed into me.

  We fucked and fucked for what seemed like hours. The game of cat and mouse, give and take left me cumming over and over again. The ground was soaked in our juices. He pulled out and squirted all over my breasts and I rubbed it in before sucking my fingers, lapping up the sweet, earthy taste as he pumped into me again.

  At some point, I finally blacked out from the pleasure. When I awakened, I was back in my rental car and the windows were down. Still fully dressed in the same outfit I’d been wearing. Gone were the dirt and sweat stains save for the few that seemed to be appearing as I sat there in the hot car. My strappy sandals lay on the passenger seat beside me and I was free of injuries and bug bites. My hair was in place and I’d never been so unnerved in my life. For a moment, I wondered if it were all an incredibly hot dream brought on by exhaustion and dehydration.

  “What the hell happened?” I reached for the key and turned it in the ignition. The rental started and purred like a kitten.

  I sat there stupefied for a moment. Unsure what had transpired, I picked up my cell phone and saw I had several bars. The date on the home screen showed a day and a half had passed since the car had broken down and I’d set off on my hike to find help. At a loss for words, I put my car into gear and began heading away from that swamp.

  As I turned onto a main road, I caught a glimpse of something large in the dense trees before it vanished. I checked the rearview mirror and saw him raise one seaweed covered arm to wave as I drove away. I slammed on the brakes and put the car in park. Throwing the car door open, I hopped out to prove my eyes weren’t deceiving me. But he was gone.

  For the remainder of my trip, I wondered why I was even bothering to go to The Gulf. No amount of fancy drinks and hot life guards would ever compare to getting banged in the bayou. I did know one thing though. I had one hell of a story to tell.

  But who would believe me?

  THE END?

  Coming Soon

  Hunter's Fortune, River Jewel Resort, Book 2

  Erotic Romance: Heat Level 4

  Welcome to the River Jewel Resort—where fantasy becomes reality!

  When Hunter Golde’s father died, he left her in charge of his trucking company. Having such big shoes to fill has put Hunter at a disadvantage and she’s had to be tough.

  Someone has robbed her of every dime and turned the stockholders against her and she must bring the thief to justice before she ends up with a mutiny on her hands.

  With her life in shambles, an unsupportive boyfriend, and no one to comfort her, Hunter leaves town but her plans to hide out at her family’s cabin are put on hold and she finds herself at the uncanny River Jewel Resort.

  Hunter experiences one of the worst days in her life and finds herself alone and desperate but realizes what she must do.

  Can the River Jewel Resort teach her that it’s never too late for wishes and dreams to come true? Or will Hunter Golde remain true to the fortune life has already given her?

  Sneak Peek:

  “Are you alright, ma’am?”

  Hunter opened her eyes and found herself staring into the deep blue eyes of a mountain man. “Get back!”

  She jumped to her feet, grabbing the closest object on her way up and brandishing it, ready to beat the stranger into a bloody mess. She’d be damned if her photo would be on the front page of the local paper as the latest victim of some deranged weirdo.

  “Whoa. Easy there, little lady.”

  “Keep your hands where I can see them. Who are you? What do you want? And why are you staring at me like that?”

  “Well, you’re just full of questions, aren’t you?”

  As the stranger stood there with his hands in the air, Hunter measured him with her eyes. “I asked who you are.”

  “I know what you asked. But you never answered me. I asked if you’re okay. You seem to be having some car trouble.”

  “That’s none of your damn b
usiness. But for your information, I’m fine.”

  “Yeah, I can see that. Do you always tell squirrels to go ‘suck a nut’ when you’re fine?”

  “You’ve been watching me? Listen here creep, you need to back up and walk away. I’m not going to be your next meal. So take your psycho ass on outta here before I kick it for you.”

  The man laughed so hard that tears ran down his cheeks, making a trail through his beard and onto his blue flannel shirt. He actually had the nerve to bend over, in a full-blown belly laugh.

  “I don’t see what’s so funny. I said to keep your hands up!”

  He continued to laugh and glanced at her occasionally before erupting into another fit. “You?”

  “You really are fucking crazy.” Hunter slowly began to back up and inched closer to the safety of her car.

  “Listen, buddy. I don’t want any trouble. Just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under and I’ll be leaving.”

  “No, you listen. Sweetheart, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

  A shiver of terror ran through her and the man’s cold gaze stared back at her, freezing her in her tracks. “You’re on my land. You’re not going anywhere. You can’t leave.”

  He inched closer to her and Hunter tightened her grip on the weapon in her hands.

  “No!” She screamed as the guy reached for her. “Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

  He yanked her only means of defense from her and held it up. “This is what you were going to beat me up with? Impressive.”

  Hunter only then realized she’d been holding a stick.

  “Sticks and stones. That’s the best you could come up with?” He erupted into another fit of laughter and tossed the stick aside. “A damn twig! You don’t get out much, do you?”

  He pressed even closer to her body and Hunter felt herself recoil. “I said, don’t touch me.” She backed away and found her backside pressed up against the car.

  “Gladly. I was merely disarming you. Though I’m pretty sure you’d have poked your own eye out before you’d have done any damage to me. Let’s just say it was for your own good.”

  What a jerk!

  “Now, are you going to allow me to help you with this flat tire or are you still hell bent on, what did you say? Oh yeah, kicking my ass.”

  “Just get away from me. I’ll figure it out myself. Kindly point me in the direction of the closest person’s home and I’ll be on my way.”

  “Not a great listener, are ya’?”

  “Why must you answer questions with questions? Have you lived in the woods all your life? No human interaction?”

  “What?”

  The man was incorrigible! “Never mind. I don’t want to confuse you with words of more than one syllable.”

  Hunter pulled her hair to one side of her neck and crossed her arms in front of her.

  “You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you?”

  “Okay, look, Mr. Woodsman, just leave me alone. Clearly, we aren’t going to be able to have a civilized conversation. Obviously I’m not surprised, considering…”

  “Considering what? Oh, you mean considering how I look? How I talk?”

  Hunter smirked and shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”

  “Alright, have it your way. Where’s your spare?”

  “If I had a spare or anything to help me change a tire, do you think I’d have grabbed a stick to defend myself with? Do you think I’d still be here if I had a spare?”

  “Shucks, ma’am. I have no idea. I’m just a dumb ol’ mountain man.” He spit out the side of his mouth and tucked his hands in his pockets.

  “Typical.”

  “Look, I’ve had the worst week of my life. I’m trying to get to my family’s cabin and I really don’t need attitude and condescension from some hilltop hillbilly. So, if you have an idea on how to help me, great. If not, kindly take yourself back to wherever you came from.”

  “You have quite a way with words. I have no idea why you’d be all alone.”

  Picking up on his sarcasm, Hunter continued, “Whether I’m all alone or not is of no consequence to you.”

  “I beg to differ. Ya’ see, if you weren’t all alone, I wouldn’t have to be here listening to you whine and cuss out squirrels. If you weren’t alone, you wouldn’t be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere on my land. And I wouldn’t have to be stuck with a woman who clearly has issues. I’ll go get the necessary equipment and be right back so you can be on your way.”

  Taken aback at his brusqueness, Hunter stood there with her mouth wide open as the man disappeared into the woods, leaving her standing on the side of the road.

  Long Overdue, River Jewel Resort, Book 3

  Erotic Romance: Heat Level 4

  Welcome to the River Jewel Resort—where fantasy becomes reality!

  After a decade of serving in the campus library, a small-town scandal involving one of its college students leaves Olivia Milan unemployed and able to spend a lot of time with her best friend of ten years. She’s always been attracted to Matt Osgood, but she believes he’ll never feel the same about her. When Matt heads out of town for the weekend, Olivia takes the opportunity to head to the River Jewel Resort in search of a new job. However, what she finds when she arrives proves life can be stranger than fiction.

  Romance author, Matt Osgood, has been in love with the same woman for a very long time, but he thinks she’ll never return his feelings. Years of going to the River Jewel Resort have allowed him to live out his every fantasy. Still, he aches for a real emotional connection to the woman he loves.

  Can the River Jewel Resort make fantasy become a reality for these two best friends? Or will they both run in opposite directions when confronted with the truth?

  Sneak Peek:

  “I’ve only been going up there for a few months now, but I’ve seen incredible things.”

  “Such as?” Olivia shivered as a breeze blew across her back.

  “You’ll think I’m crazy.” Matt turned away, and took a giant breath.

  “I could never think you were crazy. You should know me better than that.”

  He paused a moment and seemed to be gauging his next words carefully. “Olivia, I wish I could explain it to you.” He shook his head. “It’s something you have to see for yourself. All I know is, a lot of miserable people go through those doors and only happy people come back out. Everything people have been saying about it is true.”

  “Don’t tell me you believe the hype?”

  Matt shrugged. “I’ve seen things even you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to make sure the stories were true.”

  “Oh? What kind of stories?”

  Matt reached for her hand and led her down the cement boat launch that led to the floating dock where they could watch barges and recreational boats pass by as they talked. After they were seated on the aged, wooden planks, he started trying to verbalize his experiences. “Olivia, that place is magical. That’s the only way I can think of to describe it.”

  She had never seen such an enthralled look in Matt’s eyes before. There was something new and lively about him when he spoke of the River Jewel Resort. In fact, his eyes reminded her of the hot, summer nights when moonlight would dance across the small waves of the Ohio, glittering like a million floating diamonds.

  “Well, it must be something special if you, an incredibly talented romance author can’t think of anything better than ‘magical’. I can see it in your eyes. It’s just a resort. I’m sure with the kind of money they charge, they must have one helluva spa and massage salon, but magic? Really? And if everyone is so happy when they leave, why haven’t you found anyone who makes you happy yet?”

  Matt laughed. “Yeah, the salon is amazing and what makes you think I haven’t found my happiness? I can sit on the gambling boat and have my pick of any available woman. In fact, it’s become my favorite place lately. When I walk on that boat, it’s almost as if they are there to serve me and only me.”

/>   “Oh, wow!” Olivia tossed her head back laughing “You, my friend are hot, but I think you might be getting a bit of a big head.”

  Matt wiggled his eyebrows and nudged her with his elbow. “I know how it sounds, but I’m serious. You have to experience it for yourself.”

  She ruffled Matt’s already unruly brown hair and looped her arm through his. “I’m glad you’re having a great time, Matt. You deserve it.”

  “What about you? If anyone needs to find happiness, it’s you. You’ve been alone for too long, Olivia. You have a huge heart, you’re smart, beautiful and kind. Instead of wasting all of that on temporary lovers you should be married to someone fabulous and having lots of smart, beautiful babies. Someone who truly loves you for you.”

  Olivia knew he meant well, but she just wasn’t ready. Besides, who would want her now? Star of the latest town scandal, plus being officially unemployed, her reputation didn’t exactly scream, “Pick me! I’ll rock your world!” Besides, if she couldn’t find the nerve to tell the man she truly loved that she loved him, what was the point of looking for anyone else?

  “Sometime.”

  “You always say that. I love you and I feel it’s my duty to be honest with you. Get over it. Ever since Randy died, you’ve had a wall up and all you’ve done is float from guy to guy, mostly at the library.”

  “So? They need my help. Besides, I’m good at what I do.”

  “Sweetheart, it’s time to let go of the past and open up your heart. Make your own happy ending. Every guy out there isn’t worthless. Yes, you’ve met a few assholes, and yes, you’ve been hurt. But I think you do it to yourself. Don’t be angry. I understand, I really do. The pain you’ve been feeling, the emptiness, it means you’re alive. I get it. This bravado you show to the world isn’t a flaw. You’ve had a lot to cope with, but it’s time to find that one in a million soul mate instead of hooking up with people you have no intention of ever loving, for random quickies on campus. Whether you admit it or not, you know I’m right. Now, let’s get you home so you can clean your house. Again.” He rolled his eyes and Matt’s lips slid into that mischievous grin that filled her with a longing to kiss him senseless. They laughed, falling into step with each other as Matt wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Olivia sent up a silent prayer that someday he’d want her by his side forever.