We're thrilled to announce a new release from debut author Tawny Savage. This has been quite an adventure with her and now it's time to celebrate!
Brigid's Blessing is the first in The Bigfoot Chronicles. So far Tawny says there will be three...but you know how those characters can be. Don't be surprised if one or two more books end up in Tawny's lap.
Monster erotica is classified as dark fantasy. Some may even go so far as to say it includes the most taboo of of all: bestiality. In this series, we don't think that label fits. The way Tawny describes the creature commonly known as "Bigfoot" and his tribe as intelligent sentient beings—covered with a hell of a lot of hair, you'll soon forget the idea they're "monsters" for a little while. Being able to make the reader suspend belief and immerse themselves into the story is what we look for in the fiction we publish here at Sassy Vixen Publishing and we think Tawny hit the nail on the head with this one.
Why don't you give it a try yourself and let us know what you think? We'd love to hear from you.
Hell bent on avenging mutilation and death of his pregnant mate, Ashar risks everything to make the humans pay. Instead, he’s blindsided by his desire for the naked beauty stretched out over an altar, pleading for the gods to give her a child. Before he can stop himself, he’s kneeling beside her. Could she be the one to save the Forest People and mend his broken heart or the one to destroy them all?
(WARNING: Explicit sex between humans and Bigfoot)
She gathered up the materials she needed for the ritual and placed them near the back door. She removed all of her clothing and slipped into the long purple satin robe she’d made for just such an occasion. She pulled the hood up over her head as she made her way through the yard to the altar she’d set up in her garden.
She’d designed the structure to resemble a miniature Stonehenge with a stone altar in the center of the ring of smooth cut granite and slabs of redwood. At this point in the evening, the moon had risen to a height well above the tree line. Its light illuminated her garden shrine perfectly. She began her chanting spell welcoming her spirit guides and the Goddess Brigid. She asked for the courage to continue on her journey out of the marriage that had robbed her of her self-worth and her chance to have a child of her own. She dropped her robe at the base of the altar and lit the candles at the center while she pleaded her case. “Goddess, if it’s your will please grant me this last wish. I long to have a child of my very own, to teach the ways of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone.”
She spread the cloak out on the altar and lay on top of it as an offering. Tears flowed down her cheeks. “I offer all that I am, all that I will ever be if it’s your will for life to spring from me.” Her mind wouldn’t focus on the spell, but instead kept replaying her conversation with Sandy. Could the baby she’s carrying really be the child of a Bigfoot? Is it possible?
Before she knew it, she’d altered the prayer spell. “I offer my womb to help save his clan. Any child created from our union would be cherished and harmed by no man. This I pledge. If it’s your will, so mote it be.”
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Ashar watched Bryanna from the thicket of trees closest to her ring of stones. He couldn’t look away. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in thick curls. The moonlight caused her alabaster skin to glow in front of his eyes. He longed to touch and taste her. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with her scent.
Before he could stop himself, he was kneeling in front of the altar. He became drunk with need to take her as his own.
She gasped softly. Her eyes locked with his as he pulled her toward the edge of the stone. She didn’t resist or cry out but let him do as he wished.
He parted her legs enough to glide his fingers through her slick pussy lips and then to his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste her juices. He growled and moaned at once, nearly swooning with desire he’d never known before. He placed her legs over his shoulders as his tongue dove into her folds.
“Oh my god…” Her fingers entwined in his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her body opened to him and begged for more.
He moved up her smooth skin, licking, sucking and biting his way up to her tits. his hands barely fit around the heavy orbs. He nuzzled each in turn before taking one nipple in his mouth to suckle.
She thrashed under him but didn’t try to push him away. Instead she arched her back and shoved move of her breast into his mouth. Her moans and sighs urged him to continue his exploration of her body.
He pushed himself up and watched her face closely as he eased his cock into her wetness. Afraid he’d hurt her if he let his need get the best of him, he forced himself to go as slowly as her body needed to adjust to fit him. No one but Taema had ever been able to take him in fully—until this human.
She lifted her legs so they curved around his waist. Her heels dug into his sides to pull him toward her. “Don’t fucking stop. Take me. Please…” Her lips met his with raw animalistic need. Her tongue slipped and slid over his, teasing and taunting with every movement. The other human had simply laid there while he satisfied himself as best he could. His cock was too large to fit inside that one but he’d made due. This one appeared to be made to fit him completely. The discovery opened the flood gates within him.
He didn’t need any more of an invitation. He supported his upper body with his forearms as his hips slammed into her, forcing his cock in all the way with each stroke.
Her muscles clenched around his shaft, milking and squeezing him almost to the point of pain. She screamed and cried out for more. “Yes, yes, yes!” Her body shuddered and shook beneath him and still he pounded her cunt. Never before had he experienced such pleasure and pain at the same time. He wanted more and more of her with every plunge.
Her body clenched again before she grew quiet.
Ashar roared as he released his seed inside her. He continued to thrust as cum shot out of him. He stood up, and rapidly pulled on his cock and balls to finish, shooting white cream all over her thighs, stomach and breasts.
He smoothed her hair from her sweat covered forehead, kissed her lips, and covered her with the edges of the robe. He ran his fingers through the beads of cum over her skin and smiled. “Mine.”
About the Author
Tawny Savage has always enjoyed reading and writing taboo erotica that can bring all of our deepest darkest fantasies to life. Her tales aren’t for the faint of heart and won’t always have the happily ever after ending. You’ll laugh, cry and want to beat the hell out of some of her characters and that’s just fine with Tawny. She’ll help you do it!
Join her for a ride you'll never forget! Go ahead and drop a line to her through her publisher www.sassyvixenpublishing.net or connect with her on Twitter @Tawny_Savage.