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Once more our young, nubile, and determined Monster Hunter has found herself deep in over her head.

This time, literally.

Tangling with a slug should be easy, but things get out of control, and slippery tentacles are quick to dig where they don't belong.

Siena is at it again in this sexy, 4k word erotic story with all the makings of a fantasy adventure. Contains explicit scenes of reluctant tentacle sex, forced orgasms, double penetration, and body hair removal from slug acid.

This book is part of the Monster Hunter Conquest series, a
collection of stand alone stories all focused around the adventures of
one young woman. Each tale is a sexy, explicit ride following the
blonde, brave, and often ill-fated Siena Rovan as she hunts fantastical
beasts across the land. Against all odds, she seeks out the fiercest of
monsters with the intent to take them down. More often than not, the
creatures take Siena instead; literally, and roughly. Every book in the
series can be read without having indulged in any of the others, though
chances are if you liked one, you'll love the rest!


The slug hunched around, curled over its center to face her once more. Her fine brows furrowed, but she had no where to go as it drew close to her expression of terror. The little tendrils on the sides of its head rubbed over her cheeks, making her shiver.
However, something worse was to come.
Amazingly, she felt the viscous gel shifting, pushing her upwards, as if to expel her from the mass. Tan skin broke free of the surface, but her relief was short lived. Once her shoulders and rounded breasts were out, the motion stopped. With her hands still stuck down by her hips, she was more vulnerable than moments ago, something that seemed unthinkable.
The creature, for once, lost interest in poking at her round cheeks, and instead began a slow but sure path down to her soft mounds.
“Don't you dare!” Siena hissed, trying to rock herself free, but she had little range of motion, no real place to escape too. Undeterred by her complaints, the slug brought its wide, flat face down to her chest. The touch of those tentacles was soft, almost ginger, like it was trying to make sense of her body.
The appendages felt slippery, and they left trails of a clear slime as they traced over the shape of her breasts. Without much waiting, it extended the feelers, and she experienced the odd sensation of something so very gooey and warm caressing over her nipples.
The thick gel it secreted made her tingle, and without any say in the matter, her little nubs swelled and became firm under the touch of the monster. Slow as its namesake, the slug kept at this, as if it had found the most interesting mystery in the swamp, and the only way to solve it was to stroke its tendrils over her sensitive areas again and again.

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