Claire struggled fiercely against the pulling tendril, yet it seemed unimpressed by her resistance. That was until she was pulled near a tree which she latched onto with curiously strongly muscled hands. Her grip was quite strong and she held on like a bulldog with its prey. She reached down at her hip with one hand and tried to free her Mare's Leg from the holster. But the tendril was holding her too tightly for her to pull the gun from the holster. Then she got an idea. However, this was one of those ideas that seems good at the time, but later wonder how you could have been so blind. Now Claire didn't bother trying to pull the gun free. In
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Marcia tensed, her muscles growing taught and ready to react. The presence was behind her. Close. Way too close! Her senses now high tuned themselves, stretching, testing. She could hear the breathing of whatever was behind her. So fine tuned was her hearing now that she could tell that the mouth out of which it was breathing was slightly over five feet above the ground Small, not much larger than her. No, not through the mouth. Through the nose. How did it get so close? Being a hard core veteran soldier, getting close to her without her notice was like trying to steal a bed out from under a light sleeper. Somehow this thing had
Marcia grumbled to herself as she trudged through the sticky, festering swamp. Every time she stepped into the water, her feet sank up to her knees in silt that smelled like manure. The dark muddy water also seemed to conceal every kind of creepy crawly imaginable. She'd already felt crawfish crunch under her boots which only served to discuss her more than she already was. The water of this lowly swamp wasn't very deep, only to her waist at the deepest, but the mud made it almost unbearable. It was absurdly slow going, her legs sinking in with every step. And every time she pulled her feet out the mud released her only after a short struggle
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Lalita and Three Lusty Meals 1
When will busty women ever learn? As the three young ladies, Jackie, Mint and Dez didn't realize, camping in the jungle alone wasn't the best place to relax.
India was a reasonably popular tourist destination in the world. An ancient country with a dazzlingly rich culture along with breathtaking wilderness made it an obviously attractive place to travel. At the moment the trio of young ladies were now at a rather remote camping spot. India is the second most densely populated country on the planet, and the girls liked the idea of having more privacy. So to get as much privacy as they could, they traveled to their current campsite that was t
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Celladona meets Djinn Sisters
Celladona purred to herself, sliding through the shadows in the forest like a ghost. Cella was on the prowl, hungry for prey that had power to offer her. Every now and then her instincts urged her to absorb some hapless life form to supply her with energy and sometimes new abilities. She enjoyed it too. She enjoyed using her tail to slurp up her prey, finding it somewhat arousing as well. She enjoyed using her charms to lure prey in close in her usual flirtatious swagger and then the look of surprise and terror on their faces when she chose to strike.
Right now she felt something powerful nearby, something that made her lower stomach tingle
Cassy Cobra, the magical trickster who used her abilities for tickling hapless victims silly, was sulking. She had tickled almost every lizard and snake around her, and had felt pretty satisfied. But now a new reptile was nearby that she simply couldn't get. He was clearly a wary and wily lizard. Scale, as he called himself, was essentially a monitor lizard. His skin was a brownish red color, a nice contrast to her own coloration and very shy. However, having seen what the naughty Cassy did with anyone who came near her, he was sure to keep a good distance from her, driving Cassy up the wall. How was this one minor lizard able to keep dodging
Lalita Finding Entertainment by Predator755, literature
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Lalita Finding Entertainment
Lalita grumbled at her boredness. She was piled up among a tangled mass of vines in the crotch of a tree in the jungle trees, holding still and thus blending in wonderfully with her surroundings. If she moved one would have been amazed at how easily such a big animal could hide. Lalita herself was fairly unaware of this at the moment, deep in thought. Thus, when a monkey came nearby it didn't notice her at all. The chattering animal immediately caught her interest. The monkey was scampering along a vine right across from Lalita, and the big python smiled with her scaley lips.
"In a hurry?" Lalita asked kindly, grabbing the monkey's attenti