Kate Hill has been hosting a massive celebration of wolf shifters over at her blog Compelling Beasts. She invited my werewolf from Rajasthani Moon to come by and answer here questions. You'll find the interview, plus a thrilling excerpt featuring a werewolf attack, here:
http://kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog/2016/04/28/werewolf-week-character-interview-with-pratan-pratihar-from-rajasthani-moon-by-lisabet-sarai/
She wouldn't let me post a picture of Pratan. Here's how I imagine him.
Wouldn't you fall in love with this guy?
The excerpt at Kate's focuses on shape shifting. If you're looking for something sexier, try this one...
Pratan
lifted her off the horse. She cringed at the nasty slurping sound as
her pussy and rear hole released the twin dildos. Both orifices felt
loose and raw. Her shoulders and thighs ached from the strain of
fighting off orgasms.
Cradling
her in his arms, the bandit carried her to a low divan near one wall
and laid her gently on the silken cushions. Despite the soft fabric,
the stripes on her back flared into fresh anguish.
“Thank
you.” Her voice was hoarse and strange to her ears. “I don’t
think I could have borne any more.”
“What
makes you think we’re finished?” he asked with a devilish grin.
Nevertheless his touch was tender as he brushed her tangled hair off
her forehead. Kneeling beside the couch, he turned her face to his.
Those
eyes again. The eyes of a madman—a beast—a god. She wanted to
look away, but his gaze held her fast, searching her mind, or so it
seemed. An awful temptation seized her. She would tell him
everything—about the parchment, about her mission… Perhaps then
he would be merciful and let her rest.
Before
she could act on the impulse, though, he leaned in to claim a kiss.
Automatically, despite her sore muscles, she reached up to encircle
him with her arms. His firm lips sealed hers, capturing her moans of
new pleasure. Her battered cunny wept with new need. As he plundered
her mouth like the brigand he was, Cecily could do nothing but
surrender.
He
tasted of spices, the remnants of their lavish repast. Hot musk rose
from his sweat-slicked skin. She felt his knotted muscles bunch and
twist under her fingers as he straddled her prone form, their mouths
still locked. His rigid member prodded her pubis. Despite her
exhaustion and pain, she wanted him. Arching her back, she struggled
to align her cleft with his teasing cock. Her stretched quim had
never felt so empty.
Pratan
broke the kiss, chuckling. Now he gripped her wrists in his huge
hands, trapping her against the upholstery. “I thought you’d had
enough!”
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