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.”
No comments:
Post a Comment