Lady of the Lair
Alter-Human

Professional Reviews

5 RAVENS, RECOMMENDED READ: "I loved the world that Ms. Benoiti created for this story. It makes me wonder if she’s written more stories for this world. This reviewer is anxiously waiting to see if she does pen another story in Community. I admire the inspiration and imagination it took, Ms. Benoiti to create such a world as this. In a way it almost reminds me of Avatar, but most definitely a more erotic and sensual Avatar than Cameron had ever imagined. I will be definitely looking into Ms Benoiti’s backlist to see what else I can find by her. Kudos, for writing such a phenomenal story! This reviewer couldn’t have asked for a faster or more action packed story." -- Tamara, Blackraven's Reviews

5 STARS: "Dillon has been seeing Isis for a couple of weeks and knows she’s special. In the time they’ve known one another he realizes he’s falling for her, and despite not wanting to go on a date she suggested, which involves going down into deep caverns, he agrees to because it will make her happy. That’s love, readers! Once in the cavern, Isis kisses him and Dillon’s world becomes altogether different from what he’s always known. It’s like he’s been bewitched. And when Isis, and a man named Rory, make love to Dillon, he experiences emotions and a sexual experience he has never felt before. He’s drowsy afterward, and as he’s drifting off he listens to Isis, who mentions The Lady of the Lair, the Lava Demon, and the Community. He knows that isn’t normal talk but he’s too tired to contemplate it. He wakes to find himself with Isis and totally in love with her. He can read her thoughts and she tells him he’s one of them now. She’s taken him to another world where everything is so different from what he’s used to. He’s surprised, awed, a little frightened but his love for Isis makes him want to stay. He discovers many wondrous things and I must say the descriptions of this new world are really cool. Dillon needs time to adjust, and to be happy with Isis and Rory, truly happy, he must be left to work through the new changes in his life without pressure. He has a new form to get used to as well, and that’s got to be disconcerting. Imagine being you all your life, with your own body, then getting a new one. It would freak anyone out. Isis has a problem on her hands. Her aunt is out to remove her from the equation because Isis is next in line to become Lady of the Lair. Together, Rory, Dillon and Isis must fight through wrongdoings and prove that Isis’ aunt, Sareenah, is a bitch on legs. Some unjust things happen, and I wanted to hurt Sareenah quite badly and reminded myself: It’s just a book! She isn’t real! If you like fantasy, ménage, and want to expand your imagination, Lady of the Lair gives some great mind pictures that left me wishing there were places just like this on Earth so I could see them for myself." -- Miz Love, Miz Love Loves Books

4 TEACUPS: "Lady of the Lair was an exciting story that drew me in almost right from the beginning. While I was reading Lady of the Lair, I was intrigued, excited and on edge. I could understand the emotions that were being shared between Isis, Rory and Dillon. The love they share for each other and the fear they all feel when life takes a surprising turn, causing them the need to flee their home. The love scenes in this story are amazingly up to the task of getting the reader in the frame of mind to go off and have some fun themselves. I hope to God that there is a sequel to Lady of the Lair because I am waiting on the edge of my seat to see what happens with Rory, Isis and Dillon." -- Happily Ever After Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“You two know one another?” Dillon asked. Jealousy nipped at him. The thought of another guy homing in on his territory didn’t sit well with him, but he sensed something from Isis, too. Did she have a thing for the guide? Was she using him to make the guy jealous? Whatever the case, the dude seemed too familiar with Isis. He steeled himself for the competition he feared was coming.

“Me and my spelunking group chart the cavern system for the park, so I’ve gotten to know Rory rather well.” Excitement gleamed in her eyes. “Are you ready to go in? I can’t wait to show you the sights.”

He glowered at Rory. “Isn’t he going with us?”

She laughed, the sound echoing in the far regions of the entrance. “He’ll check on us later, especially if we’re late coming out, but Rory is confident in my abilities as a guide.” She patted his arm. “It’s okay, Dillon. I know what I’m doing.”

Relieved he wouldn’t be bothered by the guy, Dillon relaxed. “But we didn’t bring any gear.”

She favored him with a patient expression. “Stop worrying. We’re not going anywhere dangerous or uncharted.”

Rory grinned, and Dillon fought the sudden urge to wipe the smile off the guy’s face. Slugging the jerk wasn’t the best of ideas. He had to play it cool around Isis.

“You’re in very capable hands, dude,” Rory said. “Isis has been doing this a long, long time. She and her spelunker friends have been very useful to the park.”

“Okay.” Glad to be rid of him, Dillon took his date’s hand, following her down the stone corridor. “I’m game.”

They progressed quietly, the only sounds their breathing and the crunch of their boots on the sandy path. Lights anchored to the ceiling and high on the granite walls offered Dillon little comfort. Something tickled the back of his mind, as if a spider had crept into one of his ears and up into his brain. He passed it off as a bit of claustrophobia and the unease of being in a strange environment. The aroma of dampness and dust invaded his nose. He sneezed twice and shook off his discomfort, but he couldn’t shake off his unease about Isis and Rory.

“How far are we going?” he asked, trying to keep his gaze off of Isis’s round ass. He attempted to concentrate on the minerals twinkling in the smooth passage walls, but his attention kept straying to her butt.

“Just to the first small cavern.” Isis’s long, curly ponytail swung to and fro in front of him. “Next time we’ll plan for some serious spelunking.”

They descended farther into the bowels of the earth. The cool, damp air increased, the temperature dropped, and the aroma of moisture and wet minerals grew more prevalent. Stalactites and stalagmites glittered in pointed columns of bizarre beauty and composed a dimension of dreamscape proportions. Dillon thought of the Greek underworld and shivered.

I’ll shit a brick if we round a bend and run into Hades himself.

Isis paused and turned to look at Dillon. “Need to rest?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” He sneezed again. “It’s getting sort of difficult to breathe.”

“Are you claustrophobic?”

“Never have been before, but, then, I’ve never been in a place like this before, either.”

Isis sat on a large stone jutting from the wall. She patted the spot next to her. The lights strung along the center of the passage ceiling glinted on her hair. Dillon liked the way it looked as if someone threaded her locks with glistening strands of red and gold.

“Sit and relax,” she suggested and smiled, the expression soft, seductive.

The moment Dillon caught the mischievous gleam in Isis’s eyes, thoughts of the encroaching walls and millions of pounds of crushing earth above him fled his brain. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed himself to fall for the woman so quickly, but he had. Isis was all he could think about. He dreamed about her at night, pined for her when she was away, and couldn’t stand to leave her side when they were together. Not only beautiful, Isis also possessed a keen intellect that intrigued him. Her allure was beyond intoxicating. It was addictive.

Thoughts of her lips caressing his cock filtered across his mind’s eye. He grew hard. Oh, how he wanted her, how he’d been patient the last two weeks. For the thousandth time, he imagined what it would be like to fondle her large breasts as his rod sank into her hot, silky center. He wanted her as his woman. The idea of introducing her to all his friends and family as his girlfriend or live-in tantalized him. What would it be like to wake up to her naked body entwined with his, her first smile of the day reserved only for him?

ADULT EXCERPT

He struggled to contain himself. From the shadows of the chamber, he detected Rory’s soft laughter. It didn’t sound mocking or arrogant, but more like the man knew what Dillon was feeling and that he enjoyed watching them. At the thought of Rory touching or making love to Isis, a different sense of desire surged through him. Any residual misgivings he had dispersed the moment her tongue flicked the small opening on his penis. He hissed in pleasure, hips arching.

Faintly, Dillon detected the snaps and crackles of the fire nearby and the shuffling of approaching footsteps. As Isis’s tongue performed its erotic magic, he forgot about everything around him and just enjoyed her ministrations.

She sucked hard on the tip, and he groaned with sexual hunger. Her tongue slid left, right, then over and around the head. She trailed hot wetness down to the base and back up again, then down once more to nibble and lick his sac, his nuts so damn tight the sensation provided both torture and ecstasy.

“L–let me have you,” he gasped, chest heaving. “Let me taste you.”

Isis released his cock and helped Dillon maneuver off the pillows to flatten himself on the bed. She turned and displayed her lovely ass to him. He palmed the sides of her hips, her creamy, firm butt cheeks beckoning him to nibble them, the tight, tan star of her anus hinting at other pleasurable activities.

With her pubic hair trimmed and surprisingly soft, he nuzzled his nose against her outer vaginal lips, relishing her musky, clean aroma.

She slid her mouth down over his erection.

He uttered a lusty sound and licked her pussy.

“Oh!” Isis squealed, her lips teasing the top of his cock. “More, please!”

He dipped his tongue into her recesses, her folds slick and velvety, the taste of her sweet, her aroma inebriating his senses. He found the little inner nub, a woman’s instant hot button, and nipped at it.

“Yes!” she sighed as she ran her tongue down his shaft. “Rory, join us! Hurry!”

At the man’s name, Dillon’s libido jumped tenfold. Lust didn’t just race through his body, it crashed through him.

“Please don’t stop, Dillon,” she said and delicately raked her teeth over the end of his dick. At his delirious moan, she added, “You will have me in time, my love. Please let us show you the pleasure of being three and yet one. Give Rory a chance to show you that we can be happy as a threesome.”

The mattress dipped, and Dillon glanced up to see Rory moving the pillows aside.

“Just pleasure Isis,” he said to Dillon, his tone oddly reassuring, “and don’t worry about me. Right now she is the one who is important.”

Rory straddled Dillon’s head, his cock huge, imposing, and damn hard. At first, disappointment nipped Dillon as he realized Rory intended to fuck Isis, but what made it worse was that he got to fuck her first. He wanted that privilege.

Placing the tip of his cock against her, Rory plunged into her pussy. Isis rewarded him with a scream of ecstasy.

Dillon thought he’d be repulsed by the sight of another man’s cock pumping back and forth inches from his face, but he’d seen many porn movies with such close-ups, and being a part of it as Isis’s delighted cries filled the room fuelled his desire even more.

He flicked his tongue over the Isis’s nub .

“Yes!” she breathed and shoved backward. “Rory, harder! Dillon, more!”