When an explorer named Mike crashes his helicopter into the forest of Zoaheim, the Forbidden Continent, he doesn't expect to make it out alive. However, by a stroke of luck, he is saved by a mysterious woman, intent on helping him escape the dangerous wilds. But in this land of monsters and savage demihumans, even a savior can be a deadly threat.
Lustful Wilds is an expanded version of an older story posted on Literotica. This new version is nearly twice as long, adds new characters and conflicts, and some female domination and teasing scenes. Some details have also been altered.
You can purchase the story here at Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/144765
There may, however, be some uncomfortable elements in the story for some readers, namely the following:
1) A few sex scenes involving demihumans, humans with bestial features such as horns and tails. This may skirt too close to bestiality for some.
2) The lead female character is subjected to some abuse. It's nothing graphic or gory, but this may not sit well with some.
If you aren't sure whether or not you'd care for this tale, you can read the original version, still free on Literotica: http://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-wilds
If you like the original, I think you'll like the expanded version.
He shifted over a bit, to try and catch the downwind again. It struck him as silly, but he really wanted to catch that scent again. He sniffed at the air a bit as the breeze wafted over him, and he thought he caught one or two hints. Suddenly a crazy idea came to him, and before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.
“I think we should sleep together,” he said. Jane glanced at him again. “Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, we should sleep next to each other. For warmth.”
“You’ve got the blanket in your pack,” she said.
“Er, well, yeah, but, I mean, you don’t have one.”
“I have a jacket.”
Having already committed himself, Mike struggled to find a way to make the idea a reality. “Well, yeah, but—”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to tough it out.” Jane stood and started walking away from the fire.
“Hey, wait, I’m sorry,” said Mike. “Don’t be offended, I just meant—”
“I know what you meant,” said Jane. She said it plainly, with neither accusation nor degradation, which eased some of Mike’s worry. “Just stay there, and keep quiet. I’m going to use the bathroom.”
Mike’s eyebrows raised. Jane disappeared behind a bush, and he tried very hard not to think about her slipping her pants off. He opened his canteen and took a swig of cool water, hoping it would ease the warmth inside him. His erection pulsed in his pants, and he unconsciously pressed the flat of his palm against himself. His eyes closed as he unthinkingly started masturbating, rhythmically pressing himself through his jeans for a few minutes. He let out a soft sigh, and before he knew it, he found himself nearing climax. It felt good, but part of his mind panicked just in time, reminding him that he probably didn’t want to spend the next two or three days with a huge cum stain in his pants. Mike forced himself to stop and opened his eyes.
He nearly jumped out of his skin. Jane was standing just a few feet away, her mouth slightly open, staring at him. She had an odd look in her eye. He could only guess she’d been watching him for at least a minute. Mike felt a flush of embarrassment, which died halfway up as he kept looking in her eyes. There was a strange, almost hungry look to her expression. Suddenly, her eyes focused on his and she blinked. She closed her lips and snapped her head to the right, looking away from him.
Mike found his voice again. “Jeez, don’t sneak up on a guy like that,” he said, trying to sound more amused than spooked.
Jane swallowed hard, and said, “Sorry.” The breeze picked up behind her again, and wafted towards Mike. He suddenly got another strong noseful of that scent. For a moment, he felt heady, and then, a strong sensation of arousal seemed to flood over him. His erection, temporarily spooked into shrinking, immediately throbbed to full mast.
“Oh,” said Mike breathlessly. He started to get up, and walk around the fire to Jane, whose features seemed to positively glow in the firelight. Jane jerked back when he reached for her, and in a flash, her gun was in her hand, and pressed against the bottom of Mike’s chin. This immediately sobered Mike up. Mostly.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” said Jane. However, her voice wavered a bit, and she said the words without as much conviction as it sounded like she intended.
Mike backed away, hands up. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” He felt like an idiot. He wanted to smack himself. In fact, he did just that, smacking the sides of his face a bit and shaking his head as if to ward off some mental fogginess. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess it’s just been a while since I did anything, and you’re just so pretty, and I was just sitting there and—”
“Stop talking,” said Jane. She holstered her gun and backed away from him. She sat down on a large rock several feet away, where the shadows began to overtake the firelight. “Go to sleep.”
“Just. Go. To. Sleep.”