Here lies three shorter works by E.M....

Here lies three shorter works by E.M. Beastly.

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When Night Comes:
Eve is lured into a haunted old stable where the night sky takes on a fitting form to become her lover.

Playing Cat and Willing Mouse:
Two sisters bring home a stray cat, but they learn he is much more than a simple feline. They and the maid go missing, leaving the third and last sister to play an erotic game of cat and mouse with an inhuman stalker.

A Long Hard Winter:
Winter comes early for poor Marian as she hikes up a forbidden mountain with stories of monsters lurking its slopes.

Sample:

It was the second encounter that told me I wasn’t getting away. I was his mouse already caught, and he let me know it. It had been a long exhausting flight, and when I got to my home away from home, I wanted a nice hot shower.

It wasn’t even night! There was still plenty of late afternoon light coming in, and the bathroom was bright and cheery. Yet, I never saw him come in. I know I wasn’t paying attention, with water in my eyes and all, but I would think I would have noticed something before he opened the shower stall and pinned me against the wall. There he was with his sinister smile looking me down again, and here I thought cats didn’t like to get wet.

I guess he wasn’t much of a cat anymore, not in the way he was able to stand and grab me as he did. Sure, he still had striped fur that now seemed to glimmer with a bit of purple as it became wet and saggy from the steamy rain coming down upon us. He still had the grinning smile with long whiskers, his big glowing eyes with the dagger like slits, and the sharp claws and razor teeth. However, he did not use them this time.

Again, he stared at me and I did not move as he pressed his wet fur up against me. Tighter and tighter he pressed me against the shower wall while hot steam filled our chamber. Then he began to sink low, still smiling as he looked up at me as his wet chin went down my cleavage. His muzzle slid all the way down me until he was nuzzling my wet mound. His whiskers bristling against my fuzz, and then that tongue of his went to work again.

Oh my god, the roughness of his tongue and the hot, roaring sprays of the shower playing against my clitoris: Right away I was stung with such a sensation that I almost collapsed down alongside him on the shower floor. This creature, this feline monstrosity with his terrible grin, was a master artisan of womanly pleasure. I understood then why my sisters had decided to keep this beast, or why the maid disappeared. Did they know about this? They must have, but why did they keep it a secret from me?