Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 5


Blue haze rolled out from the crowded smoking shelter in its pursuit to pollute the brisk night air. Granted, there were only two people in what appeared to be an old, repurposed bus shelter still scarred with badly spelt graffiti, but Danielle and Chasity could take up a fair bit of room if they set their mind to it. Both suffered the unenviable ability to inadvertently repel people, like sharks swimming through a school of fish. Handy when walking down the street, but a pain in the arse when you wished to socialise.  

Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 4


Watching Chasity during her drunken antics always reminded Danielle of being at the zoo. An animal trying to crack open a coconut to get at the sweet flesh inside when the only tool at her disposal was an evolutionary predisposition for brute force, and an inability to think her way around an obstacle that didn’t include a larger rock. 

Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 1


The Kobold propped herself against the bar in a brilliantly crafty and discreet attempt to not appear tipsy, managing to fool nobody but herself. There was also the mistaken belief that she was only tipsy, defiantly flying in the face of her glaringly obvious drunken sway and ponderous deliberation to her actions. She allowed a sly smile to caress her lips. That’s what made her plan so devious. Like a fox! 

Manti-Milk


My face had contorted into a sneer of disgust as I peered into the depths of the laundry basket. Lurking at the bottom with all the innocence of a grinning alligator was a pair of Chasity’s boxers. Her splodgy, crusty, cum stained boxers. With a sigh of the inevitable, I reached in and extracted the offending garment, pinched between my thumb and forefinger. Holding them up to the light only made matters worse. By the looks of it, a considerable cornucopia of slugs had decided to host an Acid House Rave, utilising the crotch area as their dance floor…

No Arrest for the Wicked 1: Bad Cop


Bouncing between homes, Eli’s done his best to stay away from anything resembling law enforcement, and so far it’s actually worked. Constantly looking over your shoulder, however, is a bit stressing, and at the insistence of one of his co-workers, Eli takes a trip to a state-of-the-art full-immersion VR facility. But it’s not exactly what he was expecting.

A Manticore Misunderstanding


Being in college isn’t easy. There is all the stress of your studies and staying up all night. What makes it even worse is the stress of having monster girls around that want to do you. Mark is a normal student. He isn’t really the biggest fan of monster girls, but he eventually falls in love with a manticore named Christina. While he is seemingly unnoticed in class, one night will change his life forever.

Undead and Tailpussy Chronicles


The ghoul moved your head downwards. ‘Well, since you like my body so much, why don’t you explore what you tried to touch and were too embarrassed to?’

Your skin flushed a deep red. So she noticed. You brought your tongue down to those ripped six-packs, and began tonguing them like sweet candy. She wasn’t sweaty or dirty at all, fortunately, so you could enjoy the taste of each and every crevice and nook in her stomach. You licked along her belly button, pausing there to give it a few light kisses, and started making your way down to her wet pussy. You gave her slit a long, feathery-light lick, moaning at how good she tasted. She had a scent of honey and the taste of warm milk, despite it being quite cool from magic. She pulled your head as you were about to dive into that cunt. You let out a frustrated moan of longing, itching to drive your tongue deep into her folds and make her scream like you felt you would soon. She grinned, shook her head and wagged a finger at you like you were some naughty kid.

‘Naughty, naughty,’ she giggled. ‘Bad boys who dream of human women get retrained. And I’m about to do it.’

‘I was thinking of you, only you for now,’ you gasped.