Peter Kurtzberg couldn't resist taking a look, just a quick peek over the cubicle wall. Bobbi Ross was very pretty. She had a heart-shaped face that glowed with warmth and whenever she smiled, which was often, her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her naturally blonde hair was cut short in a cute little bob. If Kurtzberg was totally sure she wasn't...
"Do you know why I'm the one accompanying you on this search?" Nÿte asked Phil. Phil shook his head. They were down in the tunnels below the castle. Their only illumination was provided by a small globe of yellow light that orbited Phil like a planetary body. A basic light spell. One most first year warlocks knew. He'd summoned it as Nÿte had led him down...
Smout Hall was a dilapidated ruin on the outskirts of the village. It had been built in the early 1800s by Obediah Smout, a shrewd businessman who'd made his fortune during the cotton boom. Obediah had lofty aspirations to elevate his family up into the upper echelons of rural country gentry. Unfortunately for him, the lords and wealthy landowners of the are...
I "Jakasan." Mostly asleep, Ian Jackson wasn't sure if the feminine voice was coming from the waking world or his dreams. "Ian Jakasan." "Fuck off," Jackson said. He tried to bury his head deeper into his pillow. A lightning bolt came out of the blue and grounded through Jackson's dozing form. He jumped about a foot off the mattress. His sheets slipped...
Marshall O'Neil waved down the minibus as it pulled into the quiet car park next to the picturesque little railway station. It was the first vehicle he'd seen since getting off the train ten minutes ago. First people, even. Altnabreac was a real out-of-the-way place. Marshall had been the only passenger left on the train and there was no one else about when...
HYDRA's NOTE This series is a little more anarchic and silly than my usual work. Normally I post only in Erotic Horror, but as this features sexy parodies of various computer games, horror isn't really the right home for it, although the story still features plenty of hot succubus action. This is aimed more for the readers that like my succubi and monster...
They never matched the picture. That was the rule. The picture was always fake, of someone else, and even if it wasn't it was out of date, taken during a time when they were younger, fitter, slimmer. Kevin Duncan knew that. Madam Voluptula had looked like an erotic goddess in the pictures he'd seen online. He figured a fatter, older version would still loo...
Piotr Kurtzburg didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates on Valentine's Day. He certainly didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates hand-delivered by a statuesque bombshell of a model. Her visit caused quite a stir in the office. A six-foot-tall, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman walking around in nothing more than a longcoat and sexy lingerie was no...
It was a scorching late July day. Alex Wakefield had been planning on spending it at the beach ogling all the tourist chicks in their skimpy little bikinis. Maybe getting lucky in the evening. They were all dirty cows, especially when they were drunk. Then the call from Teddy Demme had come in. "Something's come up, lads. I'm going to need you for the next...
I "You need to go to the Mountain of Monsters. The princess is being held on the hundredth floor by a . . ." The barkeep paused for dramatic effect. ". . . dragon." "A dragon, huh?" Ian Jackson said. The barkeep nodded, his expression grave. He must have fallen into a really old game, Jackson thought. Everything around him seemed a little blocky, as if t...