Page 3 of Taken By Aries

He takes my shoulders gently and leads me towards the door. Then he faces me - I can feel his bulk move against me. He really is a large man.

And he reaches for my blindfold.

My breath catches, my body tense. He’s gotten me so keyed up I might not even mind if he’s ugly - perhaps that was his plan? The anticipation makes my stomach squirm.

Nothing could prepare me for what I see when the blindfold is gone.

I see his eyes first - golden irises, an unusual color, and crinkled with mischief. And then the ram’s horns, coming out of his brown mass of hair. And only then can I process he has the head of a ram, and not a man.

He’s at least 7 feet tall, and towers over me, and even on his animal face, I can see his smirk growing larger. I can only stare.

My gaze travels down to his broad, hairy chest and muscular shoulders. Then lower - down to the furry legs, cloven hooves, a waving tail, and a truly enormous cock, erect and ready for me.

Then he smiles and bares his teeth, and it’s a feral, predatory smile, full of hunger and promise. Whatever sedation I felt from his pleasure leaves my body in an icy wave.

I don’t fear sex now. The rush of spiky adrenaline that pricks my spine is more primal. The fear of an animal meeting a hunter.

“Run,” he says, and pushes open the door.

I turn and run.