Monday, August 31, 2015

Sequel to Centaur’s Slave

Apparently there’s a high demand for centaur erotica, which I didn’t know. I intended Centaur’s Slave to be a one-off, but there was enough demand from my many dozens of fans to warrant writing a sequel. So, here it is, Centaur’s Wife, which will be released on September 25, 2015. Hurry hurry hurry and preorder now at Smashwords.com (it’s still being reviewed at Amazon, but I’ll post a link when it becomes active.)
(Let’s see if the cover photo passes muster...)

After Lianna is taken by Proval, her centaur lover, back to his herd and away from the life of sexual slavery, she learns to be the good wife of a centaur. It wasn’t a life she had ever imagined and finds it much more difficult than being a simple sex slave in the dungeon of a duke, but it is also much more rewarding, not just with the physical affection shown by the centaurs but what else also happens to her body…

The sequel to Centaur’s Slave.

This is a 12,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic sex, sex between a human and non-human character, sex between a centaur and a human, fantasy monster sex, other unusual sex practices, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
The mounting block used in Dorrkar’s tent wasn’t all that different from what was used in Duke Nuekome’s manor house. The design was the same, maybe it was made of roughhewn wood and lacked padding, but it was well-worn and much older. When Proval and Dorrkar came to the tent where Lianna waited the Ruta and Miri, right away her lover ordered her to the mounting block.

She almost ran to it, eager to prove herself in front of her lover’s uncle. Unlike her first time at the Duke’s house she wasn’t tied down to the mounting block, she just gripped the bars in the correct spot, arched her back, and offered up herself. There was much laughing and drinking when Proval and Dorrkar had returned. All the women knew what to expect, it was just how the centaur’s wanted them; they were just waiting for orders. Once the command came, Lianna knew exactly what she had to do. She knew she was being tested, not by Proval, but by Dorrkar. The older centaur watched the entire mating with his sharp eyes.

The mounting block wasn’t much more than an inclined bench with some attached rests for her knees and forearms. There were obvious ways that she could have been tied down, Lianna saw that, but those weren’t necessary. Strictly speaking the mounting block wasn’t needed for a centaur to mate with a woman.. The mounting bench just made the positioning of their bodies that much easier.

It also made it possible for those watching to get a proper view of the mating pair. That was the true purpose of the mounting block; it made the centaur’s wife an object of pleasure for all those watching.

Friday, August 28, 2015

End of summer, end of a series

It’s the end of the summer (well, almost) and so I’m wrapping up my latest series, Happy Hucows, Inc. Part four finishes the story of what happens with Gena and Josie’s pregnancies and how it affects their hucow milking. Get it now at Smashwords and Amazon and BN and everywhere else fine ebook erotica is sold.
Gena and Josie’s pregnancies progress quickly, with Gena giving birth to her little calf first. Looking for a distraction from her own pregnancy, and against her own better judgement, Josie looks up her old boyfriend, Andy. She discovers he’s now part of the hucow community in a way she never would have expected and that only increases her desire for him…if only to see what will happen next…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part four of four.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, hucow breeding, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


Excerpt:
Josie had to pinch her thigh to prevent herself from laughing at Andy. He would never be able to fully satisfy her. Sure, sleeping with him again would be a fun novelty, but for long term pleasure it was a waste of time. After waiting a long moment to make sure she wasn’t going to laugh at him, Josie stood up, pushing back her chair to fully reveal her well-rounded belly. “I’ve already been bred, Andy,” she pointed out.

His face froze and then confusion passed over his visage. He didn’t know how to react. “Is that from when we…?”

She shook her head. “No. Definitely not. His name is Hank. He bedded me six times a day when I was in heat and he was one who sired my calf. It’s exceedingly rare for a normie to be able to breed a hucow. You should know that.”

“But it’s not impossible,” he pointed out clinging to some desperate hope.

Sitting back down, Josie drove her fingernails into her thigh again to prevent her from laughing. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure why she had invited him for lunch. Partly because she still felt affection for him. Partly because he was undeniably handsome. Partly because she wanted to humiliate him. All of those were true. And if the truth were told, she wouldn’t have minded if Andy had gotten a calf on her. There were worse ways to be bred. “No,” she agreed, “not impossible.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Want to try the impossible?”

Monday, August 24, 2015

Free ebook for September

Use coupon code  RC77J at Smashwords.com to get a free copy of Pain and Lactation Part 1. Coupon is valid until September 30, 2015.

Brenda and Vickie are two disparate souls with a strained relationship to their breasts. Brenda’s boyfriend Jason takes special delight in seeing how far he can push her limits of pain. Rob, Vickie’s husband, harbors secret kinks he fears to show his wife. By chance they find each other on the internet and begin to explore how wonderful milk and pain can be when shared with other…. LessBrenda and Vickie are two disparate souls with a strained relationship to their breasts. Brenda’s boyfriend Jason takes special delight in seeing how far he can push her limits of pain. Rob, Vickie’s husband, harbors secret kinks he fears to show his wife. By chance they find each other on the internet and begin to explore how wonderful milk and pain can be when shared with other….

This is an 11,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of four.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

You’re lovely. I like the confidence you exude in your photo. 

Brenda’s heart pounded so hard she was certain it would slam through her ribcage and fall on the floor. In her reply, because her mother always told her a reply was polite and necessary even if it was through a computer, Vickie wrote, Thank you. I’m flattered. I wish they were bigger or better shaped.

And that was that, Vickie decided. No one ever kept a private conversation going on Tumblr. She never expected a response.

When she checked in later she was surprised to find a response once more. 

Don’t run yourself down. I don’t it when women say they hate their bodies. No one’s perfect. I spent too many years hating my body—and my breasts especially—before I got over that. I mean, look at mine. They’re not perfect, but I love them. Now.

She knew she should have left it alone, but Vickie found she couldn’t. She hated to leave someone hanging at the end of a conversation, no matter how casual it was.

You’re right. Self-loathing is ugly. And you do have nice boobs—judging by your picture, at least. I just wish mine were a little more like they used to be before I had kids. Thanks again.

With the “thanks again” sign off Vickie considered the conversation over.

It wasn’t. 

Later that night she showed Rob the short exchange of messages. He raised his eyebrows. “She’s kind of hot.”

Vickie rolled her eyes at him. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

A little extreme?

I decided to push all propriety to the side and go for a little extreme erotica. And I’m late with the announcement since parts one and two of Happy Hucows, Inc. have already hit the street, but you can still enjoy them along with the upcoming parts three and four.

As always, you can get them at Smashwords, Amazon, or BN.com

After Happy Hucows, Inc. I’ve already decided to publish another hucow story tentatively titled  A Cow’s Tale. Here’s hoping everyone likes the extreme stuff.




Josie needs a change in her life so she does something unexpected. She enters the hucow program to provide nutritious human milk for a world where bovine flu killed off all the cows. As her body is slowly transformed into a hucow where she is free to give in to her animalistic, lusty needs by the bulls who service the hucows in every way they need…

This is a 40,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

She opened the door to admit the bull. Josie noted that Hank was wearing a kilt and nothing else. He was burly chested and hairy, though a bit short, making him not that much taller than Josie, and without the developed horn bulges of older bulls. “Come in,” she invited them. Her eyes were unfocused and she was distracted by Hank’s presence.

Once Josie had ushered her visitor in and closed the door Gena said, with a grin, “I brought Hank to satisfy your needs.”

Josie tried to wet her lips with a dry tongue. “Um, that’s very generous of you.”

Both Hank and Gena laughed. “Why don’t you take her to the bed,” suggested Gena. “It’s a little early for her for the acrobatics of the machine.”

Grabbing her hand, Hank led Josie toward her bed. She resisted, but only half-heartedly. “You can’t just expect me to have sex with a man I literally just met,” she protested, but her words were weak.

Hank turned to her and addressed her roughly in his deep voice. “You’re ready,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “I know what you want. I can sense it and smell it. Why do you lie about it?”

As good as it felt to have his strong, thick fingers holding her tightly, she still tried to resist. “It’s not…proper.”

Monday, August 10, 2015

Fuck! I screwed up!

Forgot to make a coupon for a free book in August. Here’s one for Happy Hucows, Inc. Part One: RF86A . Use it at Smashwords.com and get this $2.99 erotica ebook for free. Enjoy!
Josie needs a change in her life so she does something unexpected. She enters the hucow program to provide nutritious human milk for a world where the bovine flu killed off all the cows. Earning her citizenship this way results in some unexpected bonuses as her body is slowly transformed into a hucow where she is free to give in to her animalistic, lusty needs by the bulls who sexually service the hucows…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of a series.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
She opened the door to admit the bull. Josie noted that Hank was wearing a kilt and nothing else. He was burly chested and hairy, though a bit short, making him not that much taller than Josie, and without the developed horn bulges of older bulls. “Come in,” she invited them. Her eyes were unfocused and she was distracted by Hank’s presence.
Once Josie had ushered her visitor in and closed the door Gena said, with a grin, “I brought Hank to satisfy your needs.”
Josie tried to wet her lips with a dry tongue. “Um, that’s very generous of you.”
Both Hank and Gena laughed. “Why don’t you take her to the bed,” suggested Gena. “It’s a little early for her for the acrobatics of the machine.”
Grabbing her hand, Hank led Josie toward her bed. She resisted, but only half-heartedly. “You can’t just expect me to have sex with a man I literally just met,” she protested, but her words were weak.
Hank turned to her and addressed her roughly in his deep voice. “You’re ready,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “I know what you want. I can sense it and smell it. Why do you lie about it?”
As good as it felt to have his strong, thick fingers holding her tightly, she still tried to resist. “It’s not…proper.”

Experimentation with erotica

I’m going to try something new with my erotica publishing. I’ve avoided the Kindle Unlimited option from Amazon for a while now (three years) and recently there’s been a real reason to not use it at all. However, since I’ve never tried it (#latetotheparty) I have...curiosity. So, I’m putting one of my collected editions up for sale on KU today which means it’ll be available on August 11, 2015 but only on Amazon for the next 90 days. Maybe I’ll like the sales boost, maybe I won’t. We’ll see.
Here’s the kicker. The book will be The White Queen and Her Enchanted Milk which I’ve already published as three parts, but am putting on KU as one collected edition. Normally I do collected editions a few months after a multi-part series has been out, but I released White Queen back in February and I’ve failed to do the follow up. So it’s ripe for an experiment.
For those of you with Kindle Unlimited/Amazon Prime, give ita whirl. Thanks.
Link to the KU Edition to go up when Amazon makes it live.

George is a knight who has lost a battle with Queen Ilyana’s champion. She is the ruler of the kobold realm and finds him near death. The white queen literally nurses him back to health with her magical breast milk, but in the process binds him body and soul to her. He literally becomes a slave to her lactating breasts…and finds he doesn’t mind such servitude until he has to seduce the wife of the king…
This is a 27,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Originally published in three parts.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, group sex, lesbian sex, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, enforced male chastity, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Care to join us?” Ilyana said, inviting him into her bed. The servant girl and Ilyana were on their sides facing each other. Ilyana had propped up her head on her hand, elbow bent. The girl was lying directly on the bed, her arms wrapped around Ilyana’s body, savoring her milk.
“Of course,” George said, striding across the room eagerly.
Ilyana stopped him with a word. “Wait. Take off your clothes first.”
George paused long enough to shed his tunic, boots, and breeches. Naked he then joined the two warm bodies in Ilyana’s bed. He pushed the girl aside and took his place at his queen’s side.
George paused  long enough to ask, “What’s her name?”
“Does it matter?” Ilyana responded. George shrugged. “Fine. Then you can call her Honoria.” Ilyana reached out and stroked the silent girl’s cheek with her fingertips. “She’s not really beautiful, but she’s easy enough on the eyes.”
“Why were you giving her my milk?” George asked as he switched from one breast to the other.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Double Plus Good for Kinksters

Green Bush Publishing is releasing two  books on Friday, August 7th. The first is from Grace Vilmont who has let her imagination wander into the weird side again with The Exo-Breeder. Get it at Smashwords (or Amazon or BN.com).

And from Elliot Silvestri you can start the series Happy Hucows, Inc. Part One. This will be a four part series for those of you with a lactation fetish or into hucow transformation and forced lactation (plus a touch of breeding fetish), this is a story for you. Also available at Smashwords (of course) and Amazon and Barnes & Noble.



Ziva isn’t interested in being a quitzol breeder for the thrill—though that rush is the reason for many breeders—she needs the money. Agreeing to undergo the extensive and life-threatening procedure for the quitzol just so one of them can have an offspring that will be able to survive on Earth for money alone is crazy, but Ziva is a focused and driven woman. Nothing—not the abuse of her body, not the idea of having alien genitalia inside her body—will keep her from her goal.

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic alien sex, sex between humans and aliens, tentacle sex,  strong language, interspecies breeding, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.



Excerpt:
“You said it would just be you,” she said with an accusatory tone in her voice. She wasn’t afraid, just angry.

Chris made a few sounds from his language and then said, in Standard, “You were told the implant would be done by Chris. It will be done by Chris. Humans usually call me Chris and this,” he indicated his partner, “is Also-Chris.”

With a sigh Ziva shook her head. “You need to be clearer when using Standard,” she informed him. “And I’m not calling you two Chris and Chris or Chris and Also-Chris. Also-Chris needs a different name.”

The two whistled and moaned at each other for a minute. “Would Sam be acceptable?”

“Acceptable,” Ziva echoed.

Chris gestured to the bed that filled most of the room. “Please lay down so…Sam can implant you.”

The bed was ultra-modern with a heated mattress and conformed to body size, shape, and weight. Sam pulled back the simple, single cover to reveal the semi-spongy material that made up the mattress. Ziva lay down and expectantly at the aliens. It had been her hope that the procedure would be done in a more sterile medical office, but this would have to do.

Sam briefly closed his angular, silver-flecked eyes and a pouch opened up on his lower abdomen letting loose a long, flexible tube that was the main sex organ of the quitzol. Ziva quivered with anticipation at what was about to be done with her.
 






Josie needs a change in her life so she does something unexpected. She enters the hucow program to provide nutritious human milk for a world where the bovine flu killed off all the cows. Earning her citizenship this way results in some unexpected bonuses as her body is slowly transformed into a hucow where she is free to give in to her animalistic, lusty needs by the bulls who sexually service the hucows…
                                      
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of a series.
                                    
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.



Excerpt:

She opened the door to admit the bull. Josie noted that Hank was wearing a kilt and nothing else. He was burly chested and hairy, though a bit short, making him not that much taller than Josie, and without the developed horn bulges of older bulls. “Come in,” she invited them. Her eyes were unfocused and she was distracted by Hank’s presence.

Once Josie had ushered her visitor in and closed the door Gena said, with a grin, “I brought Hank to satisfy your needs.”

Josie tried to wet her lips with a dry tongue. “Um, that’s very generous of you.”

Both Hank and Gena laughed. “Why don’t you take her to the bed,” suggested Gena. “It’s a little early for her for the acrobatics of the machine.”

Grabbing her hand, Hank led Josie toward her bed. She resisted, but only half-heartedly. “You can’t just expect me to have sex with a man I literally just met,” she protested, but her words were weak.

Hank turned to her and addressed her roughly in his deep voice. “You’re ready,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “I know what you want. I can sense it and smell it. Why do you lie about it?”

As good as it felt to have his strong, thick fingers holding her tightly, she still tried to resist. “It’s not…proper.”