For a time, there was nothing but tactility. It was funny – a lifetime of being trained, often at the end of a whip and at the bottom of a boot, to touch a deeper, more ephemeral realm, and here Thale was, awash in the physical universe. He couldn't think of the future or the past. There was only the now of Venn's hair brushing against his cheek, of the sa...
This is a substory about Melinda, a human girl in servitude to monstergirl Empire in this metaplot story: Theo: The Blood Angel of Lescatie. Her story starts at page 5. This is her own story, please enjoy and give feedback. ** Inquisition Interview Serial No: E6-Y-17T Post-screeningTags: Bondage and mildly sexually suggestive content. Subject: Female, h...
Okay, folks, first, I want to thank you for bearing with me.... health issues forced me to put this on hold for a few weeks, but I'm doing the best that I can to catch up. As promised, I'm adding some new areas, and new people, and bringing some old ones back around. I hope you enjoy the show. Oh, as usual, I have kept the left wing nonsense to a minimum,...
Hi all! Welcome to the next chapter of Home for Horny Monsters! New? You're going to want to start at Chapter 1. Each post is a chapter in a series of novels, and you are near the end of book three. There's a ton of monsters, sex and excitement to catch up on. Returning reader? Welcome back! It's time for a showdown with Oliver, but how do you beat the unb...
MY RECOVERY I spent it in bed, drugged to the gills and swimming with nano. MY LOSS I only knew my recovery was done when Techne came to the bedroom that I'd been laying in -- sweating, shivering, aching -- and pulled up a diagnostic holo off my corset. She looked it over, her camera-eyes whirring as she whistled slowly. "God damn, Jesus Christ and all...
The Victrix Imperiata hung in geostationary orbit over the helium shrouded hyperice world known as The Watch. While it was not, in astronomic terms, actually far from the three other Hegemonic ships in orbit, it was far enough away to make the distinction clear. The three other ships -- the Tokyo, the Dresden and the Toyama -- were each painted a matte black...
BEDS OF SILKEN DREAMS I opened my eyes and wallowed for a bit in the crinkly softness that completely surrounded me. It was a softly smoothly perfection that felt like it was rubbing up against every single pore of my skinny body and draining out anything like resistance or anger or hurry. My limbs felt like lead and my head faded back into a pillow wider...
***Sometimes what you've got to do is go back to your roots. She'd tell you that. If you asked, that is. She's old, but her kind doesn't measure age the way that we would. If you asked, she'd answer honestly that she feels the same as she did at twenty-four or so. What were you doing at twenty-four, assuming that you've reached that age? If you asked, s...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: First, let me thank everyone who read the first chapter and offered their insights and views. The food-for-thought I've received from you has helped me to think about what to include (and not include) in the newest revision. Thank you! Normally after I've finished a story I write a little introduction, musing about what inspired me...
Sunday, 7:05 a.m. Tabitha groaned as an ear-splitting ring erupted into existence near her left cheek. Her eyelids flickered open, and she was immediately accosted by a ray of white sunlight that pierced her frontal lobe like an arrow. Her fingers groped around the sheets until they found her cellphone, and she squinted in disbelief at the name that had app...