Mated to the Vampire Clan (An Erotica Tale of Force) Read Online Free Page B

years, Audrey first discovered her love of scribbling smut with an erotic short story written for class when she was fourteen. It was titled The Erotic Adventures of Hercules and earned her an appointment with the principal.
    Having lived in Australia, Canada, China, Hong Kong, Japan, and the United Kingdom, smut (and traveling) have always been Audrey’s one consistent. Blessed with a hyperactive sex drive, it’s the one thing she just can’t stop doing. Audrey is currently based in Melbourne, Australia, but she won’t stay there for long!
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Bonus Material 1
    Check out this excerpt of Audrey Grace’s tale of forced gangbang breeding by an ancient tribe of muscle-bound warriors in Mated to the Jungle Tribe:
    Mated to the Jungle Tribe
    By Audrey Grace
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    Emily Smith and her agent have received a hot tip about an ancient tribe of human men living deep in an uncharted forest. She's researching Neanderthal social interaction for her next book, and this is just the opportunity she needs. But when, while on location with a documentary crew, she is quickly singled out and separated by the muscular and warrior-like tribesmen, she realizes it is because she is the only female there...
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    I shrieked as the clouds parted, and the moon’s pale illumination filtered through the forest canopy. There, immediately outside my hollowed-out tree trunk and peering in was the face of the leader tribesman. His arm shot inside and he quickly grabbed me by the ankle, his grip both powerful and painful, and he yanked me out from inside the tree, letting out a rumbling roar as he did so.
    Another hand closed around my other ankle, and I soon found myself being dragged along the forest floor. “No!” I shouted, determined not to go without a fight. I kicked and flailed and writhed and screamed, but it was no use. The wild jungle man simply picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and pounding my fists on his naked, muscular, rock-hard back did little to help me.
    My mind wandered back to those thoughts of how muscular these men were, and why there were no women, and why they had taken a special interest in me.
    “No!” I screamed, determined not to let that thought in. I couldn’t be giving up already! I couldn’t resign myself to such a ghastly fate!
    But I couldn’t keep the thoughts out, and they invaded my consciousness. Would it be so bad? Perhaps they wouldn’t hurt me? Perhaps they’d be gentle?
    “No!” I shrieked again, but my voice tapered off, my conviction non-existent. I began to realize that my mind and body were at odds.
    The leader tribesman carried me through the forest, and all I could do was try to refocus the slowly ebbing fight inside me. I wasn’t kicking or screaming anymore. It was useless. I’d never get free of his iron grip.
    Hoisted over his shoulder, I saw three other of the tribesmen fall in line behind their leader. I watched them as they grunted and signed to each other, their gestures powerful and forceful, but I could not even begin to understand what they were communicating.
    We entered a sort of clearing. I knew this because all the moonlight made it through the canopy, and glancing upward, twisting painfully on the tribesman’s shoulder, I saw that there was no canopy. This area was free from trees, and I began to notice stumps in the soft blue illumination of the moonlight.
    Had the men cleared this area? How had they cut through the trees? Were they smarter than they appeared? The last question seemed obvious enough to me. Of course they were: They’d set us up!
    The clearing was large, and as I was carried through it, the tribesman’s steps surprisingly light and agile, I saw in the moon’s light something that shocked me and stirred me at the same time.
    Each of the four men walking behind us was extremely well endowed. Shockingly so. Even the smallest of them,