Oh, I hear the trumpets blaring. Our guest has arrived. Please welcome, Bryanna Stevens!
Hello Bryanna, I do hope you like this set up. We'll eat after the interview. Let's start!
D. X. Luc: How did you feel when you found out your story was going to be told?
Byranna: I was very excited and a bit scared at the same time. I’m thrilled to have my story told, but don’t want to bring unwanted attention to my new family, The Forrest People. You may know them better as Bigfoot or Sasquatch.
D: Did the author do a decent job?
B: Tawny did a fabulous job. When I read how she put my story into words, I cried. She put all of my emotions right there in your face. That’s how I live my life and I think she captured it perfectly.
D: What would you say is the most wonderful part about being you?
B: Being loved by Ashar. I’ve never felt such a powerful and deep connection before. From the moment we touched for the first time, my heart knew he was the one. Nevermind he’s a seven foot wall of muscle and hair. He’s ALL mine.
D: What is the most negative?
B: I wasted over a decade of my life in a marriage that never should have been to a man that’s just evil. I should’ve been able to see that in him before we were married, but I let what I thought was love blind me.
D: What is the best quality on a woman/man?
B: I’m first attracted to the eyes on both men and women. They really are the windows of the soul. You connect first with another being through their eyes.
D: If you could pick any dessert to eat, which would that be?
B: I’m a sucker for frozen Greek yogurt, honey flavor. I can eat it plain or with fresh fruit any time during the day.
D: How would you eat said dessert?
B: Favorite way to eat it is to share it with Ashar. The look on his face when he tries to eat it too fast and gets a brain freeze is priceless!
D: What scares you?
B: Man’s ability to cause great harm to themselves and other earth creatures out of selfishness or just being evil for the hell of it. The fear of losing Ashar or one of our clan to the war that’s brewing between humans and the Forest People haunts me in my dreams.
D: What makes you smile?
B: Teaching Ashar new words. He’s pretty well versed in our language (human), but there are some words he says that brings a smile to my face every single time. He rolls his R’s to sound like a growl or a purr. When he says my name, he can make my body hum without even touching me. ;)
D: Are you thinking of starting a family?
B: It’s more than a thought, it’s my heartfelt wish to be able to carry Ashar’s child to term. I’m early in my pregnancy now, but there’s something going on with the Forest People. They’re dying out and the only way we can ensure they go on is to create half breeds…you know…strengthen the DNA.
D: Do you know anyone single who might be needing a personal "get to know D. X. Luc" session?
B: I’ve got a few in mind—as long as you don’t mind basketball player height, body hair, and near superhuman strength. hehehe
D: I'm sure I won't mind that at all!
D: Can we plan on hearing more from you in the future?
B: Yes. There’s one more book in The Bigfoot Chronicles. Tawny will reveal several secrets concerning myself, Ashar and my soon to be ex-husband Travis. It’s an explosive, mind-blowing conclusion to this part of our story. We’re still deciding if we want to collaborate on more stories. What we do know is that Tawny will be the only one we’d trust with our tales.
Say the first word that comes to mind
Lame-Travis! (LOL! That’s my ex)
*Laughs* Oh Bryanna, what a great interview! I do hope all of you go out and get her story. I've read it and absolutely LOVED it!!! Thank you again for being here today.
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Release Date: November 30, 2013
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC
Category: short story, dark erotica, fantasy,
paranormal, monster erotica, bigfoot erotica,
Series Name: The Bigfoot Chronicles
Word Count: 9316 words
Bryanna Stevens was slowly dying inside. The safe and consensual sexual relationship with her husband Travis had slowly deteriorated into one filled with torment and abuse. With nowhere to turn, she pleaded her case to the Goddess Brigid. She offered herself up to the gods to do as they see fit if they’d grant her one wish—to conceive a child of her own.
Hell bent on avenging the 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?
She was so tired of being judged around town for trying to be true to herself. “I am who I am.” Travis used to love that about her. It was her free spirit that attracted him to her in the first place. She was the one who introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Unfortunately, over the last few years they’ve strayed from the safe and consensual to the angry sex. She wasn’t sure when he changed from the caring Dom to the nightmare control freak he was now, but she couldn’t take it anymore. The more he drank, the less he could perform unless it meant tormenting and demoralizing her. That wasn’t what she signed up for when she agreed to be his submissive.
It was time she faced the facts. Her ten year marriage was a joke. Sure the sex was over the top and exactly what she wanted—when he was able to deliver. Most days he was either too tired or too drunk to get it up. It took her to push him enough to make him pissed off before his dick would rise to the occasion and that was getting to be scarce as well.
It’s why she was surprised at how hard his cock was just before the toast. Maybe showing off in front of his friends gave him the hard on because it sure as hell wasn’t her. She slipped out of her bra and examined the scratches and tiny welts over her tits. Her right nipple appeared bruised where he bit into it. She had feared he did more damage, but luckily no part of it was missing.
She unraveled the rest of her hair from the loose braid and brushed some of the tangles out of it. She loved the way her hair appeared with soft waves after braiding. The gold and red highlights in her chestnut brown hair were a new addition and one her husband wasn’t fond of at all. He wanted her to go a deep auburn color but she refused. That set off another nasty confrontation between them. Instead of hot angry sex, he’d stormed out and stayed away. Apparently he preferred the company of the drunks and tramps at the local bar instead of staying home with her. He didn’t start talking to her again until three days ago. Whatever. I’m done.
She stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle at her feet. She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror on the bedroom door and admired her curves. It took a lot of work to keep her looking fit and it was wasted on a man who didn’t appreciate it or her at all.
She sighed and made her way to the bathroom and the large Jacuzzi tub that called her name. In there she’d work out the kinks and aches from the session in the shed and try to figure out what the hell was watching them go at it. Whatever it was, she hoped it was able to haul ass and get to safety before Travis and his posse tracked it. One thing she did know about her husband—he won’t let anyone get in his way of finding that creature and mounting it’s head on the living room wall.
* * * *
Ashar doubled back on the trail for the third time. While the humans had the guns, they were blind in the dark. He knew the forest like the back of his hand. He didn’t need any light to find his way. None of his clan did. It’s what kept them alive for thousands of years out of reach of the much inferior hairless creatures who chased him now.
Ashar’s clan kept themselves hidden in the redwood forests and mountains. Few humans were allowed into their world although the Shaman often spoke of a time when their kind mated with the humans to strengthen both species. As the humans developed more, they pulled away from the old ways. Fear replaced the mutual respect, which in turn had led to the complete separation of their worlds.
Until Ashar’s kind were forced to defend their homes and way of life.
Many lives were lost on both sides until a truce was brokered. Each agreed to stay within the boundaries outlined by the treaty and give each other the space needed to peacefully coexist. Of course that didn’t last more than a few generations before the humans forgot their promises and took more and more of the forest away to build their secluded mountain communities.
In response, his kind moved deeper and deeper into the forests and literally into the mountains themselves. They carved out elaborate dwellings within the rocks and tunneled to the very center of the range. There they discovered a whole new wilderness, untouched by humans. This was his home and where his father ruled over their tribe for fifty years. Now on his deathbed, the leadership—and all their current troubles fell on Ashar’s shoulders.
His people were dying. Fewer and fewer children were born to their females each year. Those who managed to take their first breath succumbed to unknown illnesses before their fifth year. Shaman told his father it was happening because they’d abandoned the old ways of interbreeding with the humans. She said there would be one who’d come to save their people. They only had to wait for her to come to them.
One group of young males didn’t want to wait for a savior. They decided they’d take matters into their own hands and raided the mountain cabins for fertile human females. So far not one of them survived the mating rituals. Shaman only shook her head with each death. She knew none of them were the chosen one but the youth refused to listen to her. Even the females of the tribe decided they too could mate with humans.
Now Ashar had to deal with the consequences of their ill-conceived actions. The year before one of the raiding parties had been discovered by a group of humans. Most of the party scattered but one was hit with a tranquilizer dart. She’d awakened to find herself tied spread eagle on the ground while the humans took turns with her young nubile body. Unable to fight them off, she endured hour after hour of their abuse until the sedative wore off.
Ashar remembered it as if it were yesterday.
(WARNING: contains sex with creature known as 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.”
* * * *
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.”
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Release Date: January 16, 2014
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC
Category: short story, dark erotica, fantasy,
paranormal, monster erotica, bigfoot erotica
Series Name: The Bigfoot Chronicles
Word Count: 11968 words
Bryanna Stevens finally found her true soul mate—in the form of the nearly seven foot wall of muscle and hair known by many as Sasquatch. To her he’s Ashar, the next Chief of the Forest People and the object of all her lust and desire.
Once tormented by the hatred he harbored for the humans who killed his mate and unborn child, Ashar finds welcome relief and love in the arms of the wife of his sworn enemy.
Is their union truly a blessing from the gods, or will it uncover secrets that could tear them apart forever?
WARNING!!! EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX between humans and a creature commonly known as Bigfoot
Story Excerpt (PG rated)
May 2nd, Present Day Siskiyou Mountains
Hidden Village of the Forest People
Etsey’s angry eyes bore into him. “Do you have any idea how much danger you’ve brought to our tribe? You most of all know the violence the humans can rain down upon us. Taema’s been buried a year and you continue on this vendetta. Enough! If you’re to be Chief, your actions must set an example for the rest.” The shaman touched him on his face and her features softened. “Ashar…you are the future of our people. You must find a proper mate before your father moves on to the next world.”
He leaned into her touch. Etsey had helped raise him after his mother died during childbirth. The loss had devastated his father, Baali. Not only did he lose his mate, he had three young children to raise. Fortunately Etsey was there. As Shaman it was her responsibility to help, but as their grandmother it was her joy and honor to raise them. At least that’s what she always told them when asked why she didn’t allow the others to help out more.
“I couldn’t stay away from her. Her pleas to the Goddess wrenched my heart in two. I know her pain. Taema and I longed for children. Did you know she was with child when Travis and his friends killed her?” Tears spilled down his cheeks and into his beard. “I lost a part of me that day I thought would never return—then I saw her.”
“So you did as you forbid the others to do. You intended to hurt the humans just as they hurt you. I know about the other woman. Did you think you could just get them all with child and see who survived?”
He averted his eyes. “It was my plan in the beginning, yes. But things changed last night. Something inside of me changed and I don’t want to go back to the way I was.” He couldn’t believe he’d actually fucked the first human and she lived through it. He really didn’t care one way or another if the child she carried was his or not. It was the satisfaction he derived from her husband begging him to spare his life and take his wife in exchange that gave him the thrill. Fucking coward. When it came right down to it, most humans seemed weak compared to any of the Forest People.
Last night however, Ashar had met his match. This soft and inviting woman embraced him, kissed him back and screamed for him to keep taking her. She’d wrapped her arms and legs around him and gave herself completely over to his lust. Her scent drove him wild with desire and he longed to bury his tongue into her and drink her juices again and again. Not even Taema had ever made him feel this way.
“You know what the Prophesy foretold. You are to bring our people into a new age. I had thought it would be with the one you lost, but could this human actually be your true mate? After all these years, could it be true?”
He realized she wasn’t asking him the questions. They were directed more to herself and the gods, but he nodded nonetheless. “She asked for a child and we need children to survive to rebuild our clan again. We’ve lost too many, Shaman. This has to be what the gods had intended to happen. Why else would I be so compelled to be with her? Why do I feel this way about her if it’s not meant to be?” Could it be possible? Is this beauty the one that will help me save my kind or is it only my lust for her clouding my judgment?
“You’ll have to put aside your hate for the woman’s mate and friends if this is to work. It will eat you alive and may cost you everything you hold dear—including any future you may have with this priestess.”
Ashar’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t tell you she was a priestess.”
The elderly Shaman smiled. “You’re not the only one who has watched over this one. I’ll speak no more of this today. Only you can decide if you’ll continue down this path. I’ll only offer you one more bit of advice. Don’t get so caught up in her that you miss the dangers around you. I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of the one called Travis.”
He watched her set up the multicolored cloth on the ground in the center of the ring of stones. He held his breath as she parted the front of the robe and let it slip from her shoulders to the ground. She appeared even more beautiful than he remembered. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her skin as she knelt and raised her arms up to the sky. A low growl formed in his throat. He wanted her with his entire being. To hell with everything else. His woman called to him.
Ashar bolted out from the protection of his beloved redwoods and stood before her, willing her to open her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took and stirred his cock to full attention.
“You came.” Her full lips parted as a slow sensual smile formed. Her lids fluttered and then opened to reveal eyes as green as the grasses after a summer rain. She held her arms out to him. “I’m yours to do as you wish.”
His knees nearly buckled at the sound of her voice full of lust and desire. His cock stood rigid in front of her and bounced with need to bury itself within her hot folds again. This time he’d take his time and have her in as many ways as possible.
Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft and squeezed, drawing him closer to her. The other hand parted the hair covering his sacs. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the engorged head popping out of its sheath.
He moaned and grasped her hair in his hands as she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed for moment to enjoy the sensations she created with her touch. He’d spent hours watching humans do this to each other and now he understood why they appeared to enjoy it so much.
She used both of her hands and her mouth to stroke as much of his cock as possible. In this manner she was able to stimulate him from tip to base over and over again. Her tits jiggled as she bobbed her head up and down.
No, no, no. It’s too fast. “Stop—”
She popped this cock out of her mouth and stared up at him in shock. “You can speak?
He nodded. “Too fast. I want to taste you now.” He fell to his knees before her and waited, his eyes transfixed by her beauty.
Her hands moved through the hair on his chest then back down. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I just never dreamed you could talk.”
He chuckled. “If it brings the smile to your face and the sparkle to your eyes, I’ll speak. But first I want to taste you again. Your scent consumes me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”
A blush formed from her breasts and up to her cheeks as she lay back onto the blanket. She bent her knees and opened herself to him.
He inhaled deeply. There was the scent that drove him wild in his dreams. He bent over and kissed her outer lips, already slick with her wetness. He stiffened his tongue and ran it from her ass to her clit and back again in long firm strokes.
Her thighs quaked under his fingers and her breathing quickened.
He raised his eyes up to see her watching him, anticipating his next move. He held her gaze as he latched onto her swollen nub. He rapidly swirled his tongue around it as he delved two fingers into her hole.
She arched her back, tossed her head from side to side, and gasped. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that…oooohhh!”
* * * *
He feathered the walls of her cunt and brought her immediately into a full body orgasm. Everything she thought about teaching her lover what to do to make her body hum went right out the window. He knew exactly how to bring her over the top in an instant. I have to be dreaming. No one has ever read my body like this.
His coarse hairs scratched her stomach as his body snaked its way up to her tits and painfully erect nipples. The low rumbling growl in his chest buzzed against her skin. He squeezed her tits together and flicked his tongue between them. The sensation sent fire straight to her core.
She pushed his hair from his forehead and touched his weather worn skin. Nothing about him frightened her and she knew in her gut it should. In his eyes she saw her own raw passion and pain. Here was her true soul mate. “What’s your name?”
He kissed her and drove his tongue past her lips to taunt and tease her. His knees pushed her legs further apart and then he ground the head of his cock against her clit. “Ashar.”
He rolled the end of his name into a purr and once again her body let loose gush of fluid soaking the comforter beneath them. He smiled and she briefly saw his fangs. They were only slightly larger than her own teeth. This solidified her idea he wasn’t the monster the world portrayed his kind to be.
He kissed her again and scraped his teeth over her bottom lip as if to say he read her thoughts. “What do your people call you, woman?”
He shuddered against her. “Brrrrryanna.” Once again the deep sultry purr sent her into orbit. He raised his chest from her body, hooked her legs over his lower arms and then slid his glorious cock into her now dripping cunt. “I want you now, Bryanna. Can’t wait any longer.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”She bucked beneath him to meet his thrusts. She wanted him deep inside her as she raced through yet another orgasm.
He shook his head and kissed her again. “Let me love you slowly.” His strokes lengthened as he slowed their rhythmic dance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me. This is what I want. I’m yours, Ashar. Your gift from the Goddess.”
He rolled onto his back and kept her impaled on his dick. He held her against his chest and continued to slowly pump into her, rubbing every inch of her. “Mine.”
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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!
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