Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters by J.E. Francis Ashe Audrey Grace Natalie Deschain Jessi Bond Giselle Renarde Skye Eagleday Savannah Reardon Virginia Wade Elixa Everett Linda Barlow Aya Fukunishi, Christie Sims M. Keep, Alara Branwen Page B

upright he stood, and his
features shifted until he was more man than monster.
    He grinned at the sight of her lying naked, awaiting
him. He released a thunderous roar of approval.
    She sighed and spread her thighs. They would have to
stretch very far apart for him, she knew, but this did not alarm her. She felt
lazy and hazy as he came upon her, his enormous shadow blotting out the sun.
    Somewhere in the distance, she heard a pounding like a
drum beat. She wasn’t sure whether there were indeed drummers present, or if it
was just the beating of her blood. She moved her pelvis to the rhythm. The
motion added to her building lust.
    He was all she could see now—his silvery eyes,
his crushing jaws, his seven-fingered hands, his muscular chest and belly,
against which she had been cradled. He had tentacles crisscrossing his torso.
As she watched, her soul on fire, they uncrossed and slithered over her body.
    All six of them slid to different spots, where they
stroked her burning flesh. Two took her breasts. They probed, encircled and
swirled. There were suction cups on the inner sides of them, which clamped down
and pulled away rhythmically, sucking at her. She cried out at the sweet
intensity of the stimulation. Her thighs thrashed, causing splashes in the
shallow water where she lay. When one of the tentacles applied its suction to
the lips of her pussy, she screamed. The tendrils darted around, moving,
exploring, driving her mad with the strangest and wildest pleasure she had ever
known.
    One tentacle, bigger than its fellows, slipped to the
threshold of her vagina. The tip probed her. It slid easily into her hot wetness.
It moved sinuously inside her, penetrating more deeply, its thickness
increasing. She was not sure if she was arching to the stimulation or if the
increasingly thick appendage was lifting her hips from the inside as it writhed
deliciously within her.
    As her bottom came off the sand, she felt another
probe being inserted into her ass, pushing past the muscle there and twisting snake-like
in time with its mate in her pussy. Then there was intense suction from the one
on her clit. She screamed again in wild abandon, probed and massaged all over
with her lover’s mighty tentacles.
    She was coming violently when the probes withdrew and
a spiked cock pressed against her pussy. The tentacles had opened her, and she was
ready. She felt a sharp, startling pain beginning in her core as something
unbelievably huge tried to force itself inside her. But it seemed to be making
headway. It was even starting to feel good...
    Kate came awake with her heart pounding, her body
sweating, and... Whoa. There were pulses of pleasure reverberating between her
thighs. She realized with some amusement that she had just had a vivid erotic
dream. She pressed her hand to her mound, which was still throbbing with
aftershocks. She groaned. A man-monster with tentacles?
    She didn’t think she’d ever had that dream
before. It had been pretty damn good though, she admitted, squeezing her thighs
together and laughing. Too bad there were no warm waters and shady palm trees
on the northwest coast of Scotland!
    Wait. She jerked upright to a sitting position. She
looked around the unfamiliar room. The sensual aftermath of pleasure fled as
she struggled to recall how she had gotten here. And where the hell here was.
    She was in a warm bed in an
old-fashioned bedchamber, tucked up among silky sheets and wool blankets with
clan colors. The soft light filtering in the windows from outside told her it
was morning. There had been an inn in Mallochbirn village, she remembered. But
they’d told her they had no rooms available.
    She sat up and pushed the
covers down. She was clad in a cotton nightgown that was not her own.
Underneath it, she was naked.
    As she moved one leg from
under the covers, fragments of the dream came back to her. The entirety of it
was already fading. She shook her head, confused. She’d been pleasured by a sea
monster. She