«Monster Lovers 2» by Veronica Sloan

In the darkest corner of the
heart there throbs a secret yearning, where even the purest lover dreams of
supernatural seduction. These five spine-tingling tales will introduce you to lovers both sensual and bizarre. From naughty tentacles to slippery slime
girls, eloquent demons to horny dinosaurs, this second volume of monster
erotica will indulge your darkest temptations.


In “Dinner for
Slime,” a weary soldier stumbles into an enchanted swamp and falls for the
shapeshifting wiles of a slime girl. In “Kraken in a Jar,” Corrina
discovers the evil secret at the heart of her village and calls forth a tentacled savior. In “Coward's Keep,” a powerful demon steals a princess from her betrothed (much to her delight). In “Deinonychus Dom,”
Marcy Delaney offers rich husbands the chance to be cuckolded by horny
dinosaurs. Finally, in “Slime Girl Dessert,” a brave captain must end his war by offering himself to his slimy paramour.


This
compendium of eerie erotica is 40,000 words and recommended for adult readers.
Cover art created by Bashko.


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Excerpt ~~~~~


She lay upon the muddy shore,
her eyes twinkling like the water. Green tears dripped from her cheeks and beaded slowly into her bosom. The sight of her took Dru's breath away.


Her legs were long and bare,
her feet untouched by the muck and mire that surrounded her. Her individual
toes were topped by small, perfect toenails, unblemished and unbruised by the
hard labor that discolored human skin. Her hands were buried in the mud, the green tendrils of her hair writhing over her face. Her body shook from the intensity of her sobs. Her curves jiggled. With every gasp, her large breasts
rolled like jelly tarts. Her thighs rippled like the cesspool she was born in.


He was a young man, and she was everything he'd dreamed of.


His hand fell from his sword.
He licked his lips, still tasted blood when he swallowed. And her slime. It was
not poison, like the water of the bog, but reminiscent of pine and white water
lilies. “Why are you crying?” he whispered. Her thick hair flew back
from her face. Her big eyes grew bigger still. “I didn't know…that you cried,” Dru said. “I don't know anything about this place,” he added. “About anything.”


The slime girl hesitated at the water's edge, her wet eyes studying him intently. Would she slither back
into the swamp? Would she attack? Dru didn't know. He could only stare at the
beautiful thing, the naked body he craved to touch again. “You?” she
said quietly.


“I know I'm an idiot for coming back here,” he said. “It's just…are you lonely?”


Hand over hand, she crawled
from the shore. Her knees flattened the cold mud and her toes dug ten round
divots behind her. Cautiously, she climbed to her feet. Her nose was level with
his chest but her hair rose higher, thicker, twisting like the tails of clear,
wet snakes. Her green fingers touched his chest. Her big eyes stared up at him.
“Are you lonely?” she asked.


“Gods,” he groaned.
“I am. I am.”


“I am,” she echoed,
sliding her hands through his arms. He let his fingers slide down her wet
backside, to the warm and bubbly posterior. She molded around him like jam,
suctioning to him. Dru grunted in surprise, and the slime went up on her toes
to kiss his open mouth.


That taste, he thought.
Nothing at all like the foulness that surrounded them. She was life itself. He did not know if she had a mind as he did, but he could feel the yearning in her
trembling form. Her lips slimed down his neck, her tongue lapping at his
nervous perspiration. Yes, she hungered for his moisture. Any moisture…