The Goatman Cometh

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.

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