Ravaged 2: A Monster Box Set of 8 Erotic Tales by Simone Beatrix

home?”  His tone had a mischievous tone to it.
    I nodded slowly. “Very much.”
    “Come to my lair. We’ll get you fed first.”
    I shook my head and tried to break the gut wrenching knot that was tightening in my stomach. “No, I just need to find a way back. I was in the — .”
    “I insist,” The beast said. Isac grabbed my wrist and pulled me, making me stumble and almost lose my balance. He began to move quicker, and I had to run to keep up. His grip was too strong to fight off, and I felt anxiety and relief. Was he going to help me? Did I want him to? I thought about what I had gotten myself into as we crossed through the forest, across several bridges and frozen streams. The snow began to fall again, twinkling through the tree tops. His somewhat majestic form leaped from foot to foot in front of me, and I felt a strange sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time.
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    I t was more like a house than a lair, but it was dug into the side of a mountain. The face of it had two small windows and a hard wooden door with iron bars strapped against it. The location was hidden under trees and rocks in a hill.
    He wrenched the door open and pulled me inside, finally releasing my hand after he closed the door. I rubbed the red skin to try and cool it, but was grateful to find a fire in the room. The furniture was strange and the decorations were even stranger. Odd trinkets and doo-dads littered the tabletops, which had a slight curve to them. The chairs were all oddly shaped, looking more like step ladders than actual seating. A large fire roared, smoke pouring up the chimney. He locked the front door and turned to face me.
    “I’ll get you something to eat. Sit down.”
    I followed his instructions and found a seat in the middle of the room. A table that I could only compare to a coffee table sat in front of me, a bowl filled with plumberries sat out. When he left the room, I reached forward for a handful. Anything to try and keep me sane in this place.
    After I swallowed a good dozen, he came back into the room, his hooftsteps making strange noises on the wooden floor. He sat down on a stool opposite of me and stared at me intently.
    I blushed and looked back down at the plumberries, before growing self conscious and looking at the belongs he had on the walls and tables.
    “I...” I started. I paused and gathered my thoughts. “Where am I?”
    He seemed amused by the question, “Where are you... Oh.”
    “What?”
    “You’re from Earth aren’t you?”
    I shook my head, most in disbelief and not wanting to absorb what he just said. He nodded knowingly and shifted in his chair. “I knew it. You don’t smell like you’re from here... its different — wrong almost.”
    I clenched my jaw and tried to fight back the rising tide of emotion. If I wasn’t on earth, how as I going to get home? “I might know a way... for you to get out.”
    I exhaled sharply and looked at him in the eye. I couldn’t tell if he was being truthful or not, but the woozy berries made me hardly care anyway. He grinned and stood up, moving closer to me.
    Without thinking, I touched his skin, planting my hand on his stomach. It was hard and rough, but not unsettling. He grunted in response, and I brought my fingers down to the tuft of fur where his human half met his goat half. The fur was soft in my fingers, cleaner than I thought it would be.
    He sighed. “I’m surprised you held out for so long. Most can’t contain themselves for more than a few minutes. I’m impressed.”
    I could barely hear his voice, I felt entranced, zoned out. Tunnel vision. He knelt down next to the couch and brought his face close to me, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the dry static reaching between the gap, tempting me to bridge it. He breathed softly, and I caught a whiff of his scent. A dreamy, inviting smell. Like honeysuckle and oak. I kissed him, not knowing what I was doing, but feeling like I had no choice.
    He lavished the kiss, dragging