The beginning of a story about a woman who decided to change her own fate.Read More...
In the smoking undead metropolis of Transylvanna, anything can happen. And as Owen, our protagonist, is about to find out, that’s scarcely a good thing. Meandering into the cutthroat world he thought he knew in search of breathing space, Owen soon finds himself, along with the local gang of indentured misfits that call themselves the local press, entangled in a plot most fowl.
Sylphie didn’t respond. Then, quietly, she asked, “Do you like it here, pet?”
Owen was silent, staring downwards. Below them, next to Sylphie’s booted foot, was a thigh high stocking. It belonged to Sylphie. But it was in Owen’s room. And it was, for lack of a better adjective, crusty.
It had been the classiest wank Owen had ever had. He never came. He arrived.
“I’ve never seen outside.” Owen muttered, slowly trying to push it under the bed.
“My mother bought you young.” She said quietly. “From a slave trader. For me. You were to be my human playmate. It’s an, uhm, tradition. That’s where you came from. That’s why we met.”
Owen was quiet. Slowly, he said, “I didn’t know that.”
He couldn’t see Sylphie’s face in the dark. He could see her eyes, red and womanly. It made him feel strange, like he should be scared, but he wasn’t. He felt safe. For a moment, he wondered how red eyes floating in the darkness could be seen as a bad thing. The stocking was under the bed now, but it could be further under the bed. She could still notice it. She could smell it. How had she not smelled it?
“You were meant to be my personal slave. You did everything I said, because that’s how you were taught. More recently, you appear to have forgotten that.”
Something buried in the back of Owen’s mind began to resurface. Had he displeased her? This wasn’t good – “S-Sylphia, I’m really sorry if-“
“I’m glad you’ve forgotten.” She whispered. “It must be terrible, being a slave.”
“Yeah.” Owen responded, after a moment, still trying to push the stocking away. “It must be.”
“O-Owen?” She asked, her searching glare losing its focus, looking off somewhere into the darkness behind him as she released his hand. Owen heard his own name, but didn’t quite process it. No, that couldn’t have been Sylphia. Sylphia wouldn’t say-
“Would you like to kiss me?”Read More...
-Anon wants to make a horror film starring real monsters but quickly learns their “talents” lie elsewhere-
“Get off me, GET OFF ME!” The man screams, as the shambling hoard greedily lunges at his flesh. The mass of writhing bodies collapses onto the floor on top of their victim as he howls bitterly in despair. Cold, pale hands hungrily claw all over his body, desperately pulling and tearing wherever they can as their prey screams and struggles against inevitability.
One inhumanly strong hand greedily clutches its victim by the shoulder and its owner crawls up to the desperately thrashing man’s face. The creature opens its mouth full of razor sharp teeth and-
Affectionately nuzzles his neck
“Oh for fu- CUT!” This is the fourth time this afternoon. I don’t care if it takes all day, these girls are going to do it right.
“But I thought that went really well!” The Zombie pouts, still straddling her victim.
I get up off my directors chair. It’s technically a carp fishing chair, but it helps me feel like the real thing. It’ll have to make do until I prove myself through this project. “Where’s the aggression? Where’s the inhumanity?”
“Well, I am raping him, you can’t get more aggressive than that!” She argues, hands on hips. I can see this isn’t going to be easy.
“What? No, you’re supposed to be eating him.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Obviously not for real!” Fuck Craigslist, these extras are terrible even by the usual standard. “Grab a bunch of those organs over there and just cram them in your mouth, like you’re-”
“BUT I’M VEGETARIAN!”
“Wait, we’re the bad guys?”Read More...
Tou (pronounced Too) has to survive amongst a modern town in ruins. After the monster girl raid, Tou is left to wonder among the ruined town. As such, he has to survive on his own. He must know what truly happen to his ruined town. Otherwise he can’t piece that true meaning. He must know who were the Invaders. To know the purpose of the confusion.Read More...
> After a week living with your new woman, she has made herself completely comfortable in your home away from that tomb > She called herself Raven, which it fits due the color of her hair > You would come home every day to her relaxing on the couch waiting for you to bring home … Continue reading Wight Night LoverRead More...
“Normally boasting a reserved and guarded disposition, the Anubis has thrown caution to the wind in an all out display to impress her mate.” the youko said in a fairly convincing British accent, her tone and inflection sounding as though she was narrating a nature documentary.
“Not to sound too immodest, but I think this works on a number of levels for me…” the Anubis began confidently. “I simply adore the Desert Kingdom motif, the fiber feels nothing short of divine against my skin and I must say….”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.
There’s two whole sex scenes in this chapter, and guess what? It’s basically 11k words. Gotta slow down before this story becomes too long. Anyway blahblahblah they raid the dragons and there’s two guys whose names you’ll never know.Read More...
Deciding to become mercenaries to pay the bills, Julia and Victor meet a few new friends, run into an old one, and have a bit of trouble on their first mission…Read More...
> You are walking home one night from a long day at work and decide to cut through the local cemetery > The gate opens with an eerie rusty creak before you take your step inside. Normally this place is crawling with monster girls hungry for the next meal but for the moment it is … Continue reading Wight Night StalkerRead More...
A guy works as the operator to the premium sex hotline for horny monster girls. In this series, he will encounter all kinds of interesting callers.Read More...