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Alien’s Bride: Lisette

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Alien’s Bride:  Lisette

Timid enslaved scientist Lisette is drawn to her austere master Prax-Denay, but he’s from an alien subrace considered too loathsome to breed with humans.  She’s instead pressured to marry his superior, the cruel aristocrat Jorenkis.

The Dak-Hiliah conquered Earth to acquire the single resource they lacked:  women to breed with.  Lisette, one of the few brilliant scientists left in Earth’s war-ravaged population, is plucked from the slave colony to help the scientist Prax-Denay.  Since Lisette’s gifted and obedient her overseer promises she won’t be forced to marry against her will.

But what if she wants to marry?

Both she and her temperamental master are under the thumb of Jorenkis, an overindulged aristocrat who claims rights to Lisette long before she arrives on his planet.  If Lisette were less introverted she’d stand a better chance at deflecting his advances.  Her scientist mentor Prax-Denay looked to be even crueler than Jorenkis, but Lisette’s shy demeanor and impressive skill lights a spark in his eyes that’s reflected in her own.

Something more than mere professionalism prevents Prax-Denay from pursuing her.  Lisette is forced to learn how tyrannical her masters truly are, and how dire her situation has become.

A riveting erotic novella by the author of Alien’s Bride!

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Jorenkis stomped into the laboratory with enough force to agitate the delicate specimen on Prax-Denay’s micro unit.  He managed to stay focused on the short-lived bacterium despite his jaw tensing in anger.  His superior was not only late, but deigned to invade the most delicate area of his lab.

“Let’s talk, Prax.  Come into my office.”

“Later!”

“No.  Now.  And if I were you I’d watch my tone.”

Prax-Denay clenched his teeth and tried to focus on increasing his magnification.  “This specimen is only vital for twelve segments.  Stop disturbing me, you moron.”

“I really couldn’t care less about whatever you think you’re doing,” Jorenkis said.  Prax-Denay knew this was true enough.  The young aristocrat had very little concept of what went on in the lab.  “Put it aside and come into my office.  I’ve decided you’ll need to accept castration if you wish to continue your research.”

Prax-Denay lifted his head from the instrument slowly.  An icy feeling seeped into his stomach and then regurgitated back upwards to turn his saliva cold.  He looked at the spoiled blond Dak-Hiliah whom he’d been forced to work under.  Jorenkis stood with his arms crossed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh?  You’re going to listen now?  Your precious specimen not so damn important after all?”

Prax-Denay looked back at his equipment and tried to reason through his hysteria.  Jorenkis was joking or toying with him.  He had to be.  How could anyone be so glib about dismembering another Dak-Hiliah?

But Jorenkis’ caste were the loudest advocates of Etiken castration.  His manservant Shay-Henker had the procedure.  Prax-Denay’s own brother had submitted to it.  Perhaps Jorenkis’ constant revulsion toward him had been because he’d defied that perverse custom.  Was his superior truly so insane?

“Why?” Prax-Denay said.

“Another scientist is joining this lab.  An Earth slave.  A female.”  Jorenkis lifted his nose.  “You’re supposed to be focusing on the physiology of Dak-Hiliah and human hybrids now that we’re interbreeding with them.  This woman is apparently some biology expert.”  He sneered.  “You obviously can’t be around a female…intact.”

“Why not?”  He was yelling.  The fool made his blood boil.

“Really, Prax?  You know why.  And I’m not referring to the old stereotypes.  Our sacred druid decreed—”

“The decree from Druid Archment applies to Dak-Hiliah noblewomen!  Not human slaves!  And only manservants get castrated.  I’m the greatest scientist our people have ever known!”

“Oh, spare me your egotism.  Archment said Etikens may only breed with those within their caste.  If you leave the Etiken district you should be castrated.  That’s the only way to make sure our former high druid is obeyed.”  He drew a long breath.  “Now, concessions were made for you because you’ve apparently produced some work of merit.  Women are practically extinct anyway.  But then, here we are.  A woman is coming to the lab.  She’ll be working with you.  It just has to be done.  It’s irresponsible for me to allow you to be around her otherwise.”

Prax-Denay’s chest heaved as he listened.  He felt himself nearing hyperventilation.

“This is a good thing, Prax.  I know from my experience with Henker that castration really helps with temperament.  Your anger will finally get under control.  Maybe it will help with your attitude, also.”

“Shut up!”  Spittle sprang forth with the shout.  “Don’t claim you’re doing this to obey the fucking druid and then jabber that bigoted drivel!”

Jorenkis scoffed.

“I refuse!  It’s a monstrous request—“

“Monstrous for an Etiken to get castrated?”

“—And if you had any decency you’d know that!”

“Then I’m shutting down the lab.”  Jorenkis shrugged.  “You can go back to the slums.”

“Go ahead and try!  The High Council will never allow it.  You answer to Matoranis and he knows how important my work is.  You’ll shame yourself for even mentioning this request!  You think our new compassionate druid is in favor of Etiken castration?  This could be just the catalyst to get this damned abomination finally banned forever.”

Jorenkis groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.  “Of course you have to make things difficult.  You’re like a child.  You throw a tantrum every time I order you to do anything.”

Prax-Denay trembled with anger.

His superior huffed.  “Fine.  I won’t pursue it.”  His eyes narrowed.  “But let’s get one thing understood:  this woman, scientist or not, is a potential bride.  I’m claiming her.  We’re as good as married.  Got it?”

“That’s a violation of the surrender agreement with Earth.”

“It’s not a violation if she’s willing.  I’m going to charm her into marrying me.  I expect you to be your normal abhorrent self so she’ll hate you as much as I do.  And keep your Etiken hands off her.  I see so much as a pat on her shoulder and I’ll accuse you of trying to seduce her.  I’ll have you shot with a sedative and under a robot surgeon the same day.”

Prax-Denay spoke through his clenched teeth.  “Then I’ll have you shot—with a laser straight through your smug racist head.”

“Psh.  No you won’t.”  He turned on his heel and left.

Prax-Denay still trembled.  After several moments he forced himself to check the specimen.  Of course it was dead.

There was no need of a second scientist in his lab.  She was just an excuse for Jorenkis to subjugate him.  He loathed the thought of a bumbling slave meddling with his instruments.  Even worse was the threat she represented.  How could Jorenkis speak of castration?  He was disgusting.

Prax-Denay wasn’t some lowly manservant and nor was he the animalistic sex fiend his ancestors were unfairly portrayed as.  He was the discoverer of Instajant vaccine.  Every Dak-Hiliah, nay, nearly every species in the universe, owed him a debt of gratitude.

Hopefully Jorenkis would hurry up and marry the human wretch so the repugnant threat she represented to him could be removed.

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Demetri messed up in the military and now must serve as a miner on Earth’s ally planet Secren. This is the last place he wants to be.  Earth men are considered small and cute to the violent Secren men.  Demetri already ran a mine on the ice world Donovan.  This gives him enough notoriety for mine overlord Malstrum to take an interest in him.

It seems cut and dry that he’s going to rebuff Malstrum and make it on his own, but Secren is a brutal world.  The male population are all slave miners desperate to reach their quotas.  As an Earthling Demetri is an easy mark to get robbed or killed.

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Vanquished Enemy (Medival Gay BDSMErotica)

Vanquished Enemy (Medieval Gay BDSM Erotica)

Enter the perverse underworld of Darkhelm.  The Dragon King Caine’s beloved courtier has been possessed by an evil force that can only be exorcized through sweet bodily torment.

Also included is the story of a half-mortal who is initiated into Darkhelm’s debauched royal court.

Though it is near morning in my underworld kingdom of Darkhelm, I, the Dragon King Caine, sit awake in my bed seeking fruitless distraction with a book.  My loins are restless for the sport happening mere steps away in our ballroom.  And yet, I choose to wallow in miserable longing rather than take part.

Thankfully, precious distraction comes in the form of a knock at my door.

“Enter.”

A phatom servant (a creature more snouted and dragon-like than even the demons of Darkhelm) preceded my dearest Jonah.  He could not finish the introduction of him before the sweet boy barreled toward me and pounced upon me with the whole of his spry body.

“Lord Jonah has returned, my king.”

I squeezed the dear blond mortal body and let him anoint my face with a dozen kisses.

“Master, oh master!”

“Jonah…!”

“I love you!  I missed you!”

The phantom left us and closed the door.  Once Jonah heard the door latch he kissed with more urgency.  Our hot mouths and tongues entwined deeply for long moments.  When he broke away his red lips had turned dewy.

“I love you also, my dearest,” I said softly.

“Father.”  He gazed deeply into my eyes.

I stroked his hair while meeting his gaze. 

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“I have such important things to tell you.”  His voice had turned breathy.  “But I saved myself for you the last two days and those phantom escorts molested me mercilessly on the ride back.  I’m dying to feel your cock inside me.”

A grove formed between my brows.  “They molested you?”

Jonah expelled a breath of frustration.  “Yes.  It started on the ride out.  Hexin was in the carriage with me and told me I had to get down or I might be seen from the window.  I obeyed, even though I was sure the curtain blocked me.  He kept urging me to hunch down until my knees were on the floor and I was bent over my seat.  Then he yanked up my robes and started licking my anus!  He shoved his big dragon snout in between my buttocks and just licked and licked!”

I rolled my eyes and grumbled.  “And when you protested?”

“Well, I didn’t protest because it felt wonderful.  But I was a bit annoyed.”

I smiled.  “Hmph.”

“I mean, I knew I had a full two hour ride.  I thought it a good way to pass the time.”  He returned my smile.  “His tongue was so brutal.  It crushed against my tender asshole and made my legs weak.  After a while my thighs were quaking, my buttocks quivering, and my manhood was so desperately hard.  I let myself moan with the ecstasy of it.  That’s when he suddenly mounted me, shoving his thick scaled cock deep into my ass.  His spit made me slippery enough, but he was still rough.  He plunged in half a dozen times before ejaculating inside me.  Then he got back behind me to eat his seed out of my opened hole.  He resumed licking until he felt the need to fuck me again.  After that the carriage stopped.  My other escort, Pernix, demanded that he get to ride inside for a while.  They traded places.  Pernix put his mouth right where Hexin’s had been.  He licked and fucked me with fresh vigor.”

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“Did you climax?”

“Yes!  Once we were nearly there I finally spasmed with an involuntary orgasm.  Every muscle of my body contracted with it.  The blood rushed to my head.  It was the most exquisite intoxicant.  I barely had time to clean up before exiting the carriage.  It was hard to make my legs work after that.”

I laughed softly.  My cock had grown enough to tent my blanket.  I groped myself with one hand.  “Those damn phantoms are always sticking their tongues in asses.  I remember long ago when we were at war, I had just bathed and collapsed with exhaustion on the floor of my tent with my tail twisted up.  I awoke to my steward desperately eating my asshole.  I remember scowling back at him and asking what he was doing.  He stopped just long enough to say I needed relief from the stressors of war.”

Jonah’s eyes became large and glittering.  “Did you fuck him?”

My smile evaporated as I remembered.  “No,” I said.  (I wouldn’t tell my dear Jonah that I ripped out his innards.)  

He grew petulant.  “Please take me, father.  I know you want me.  You won’t give me any argument tonight, will you?”

I smiled with one side of my mouth.  “Very well, Jonah,” I said softly.  He referred to our customary roleplay where I pretended to be a father appalled by his son’s lust for him.  “I’ve missed you too terribly to resist.” 

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Vanquished Goddess (Medieval Fantasty BDSM Erotica)

Vanquished Goddess (Medieval Fantasy BDSM Erotica)

Lustful half-goddess Sarina gains freedom from her repressive mortal village, only to end up as a plaything to the perverse dragons of the underworld.

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I was seated on a glorious alter covered in mink fur. I was nude—no, I was covered in jewels. Jewels sewn together to make sexy clothes. A lot of my flesh was showing. Just the important parts were covered, and I sparkled.

Around me were slaves. All muscly men, oiled and glistening. They were nude. No, not nude. They didn’t wear jewels though. Let’s see. They wore silk sheaths on their cocks that were tight and articulated every little detail. One of them fed me grapes. Great big white ones, dangled in a bunch over my head. Another fanned me with a giant leaf.

A page trumpeted the arrival of my mortal mother. She was so shocked to see how glorious I was she bowed down to me in reverence.

“Oh, Sarina. What have you become?”

I smiled gently to her, because I did love her. “Mother, this is what I was meant to be. I’m a goddess of love.”

She began to weep. “Yes. I see that now. I was so wrong to try and restrain you. You’re not some mortal who should be tilling fields. Will you ever forgive me?”

“Of course, mother. I will always—“

“Sarina!”

I blinked hazily as reality reformed around me. I was in my dusty loft in our single room shack far outside the village. I climbed to the edge and looked down at my mother.

“What?”

“Get my chest in the caravan.”

“I…I thought I already put it in last night.”

“Not the big one.” She smiled. “The little one. I want to take that, too.”

“Oh.”

I climbed down and loaded the small box for her. The man she’d married yesterday was sitting atop the caravan holding the reins for two horses. Mother was already dressed to travel also. I was surprised she’d let me sleep so late.

“This was really light, mother. I think you could have done it yourself.”

“Easy for you to say! You have the strength of two men.” She looked around the shack a final time while fretting. “I suppose that’s everything.” Now she set her gaze on me somewhat forlornly. “All that’s left is to say goodbye.”

“That’s not all.” My voice held some rancor. “Take it off me.” I pointed to the bane of my existence: the hideous talisman that had been chained around my neck since I was six years old.

My mother was a fetching tall blonde who’d aged well enough for this merchant to fall in love with her. She still could form quite ugly wrinkles on her forehead when distressed. “That talisman is for your own good, Sarina.”

I kept my stance firm and defiant before her, despite the tears that built up behind my eyes. “You’re going off to explore the whole country with your beloved. I should be free also.”

She turned away, but thankfully didn’t mount the single step into the caravan. “I just can’t trust you.”

“You’re leaving me!” The tears spilled, despite my best effort to hold them back. “I’m not your concern anymore. Let me be free!”

“You could come with us,” she said. “Alinas would be glad to have you along.”

I choked out more sobs while she waited. We’d already had this argument—last year actually. I refused to leave with her and she chose to turn down the merchant Alinas’ proposal rather than leave me. She was spiteful towards me the whole season because of it, making me knock down five acres of forest and drag our heavy plow over the new earth day and night. We’d made good earnings on the harvest. I was ready to spend it now—preferably far away from this gods forsaken hovel I’d been bound to.

We’d gone back and forth on the issue for an eternity. She’d promised to take the talisman off me once I was a woman, which I now was, and then she went back on her word and said I had to wear it until I found a husband. She wavered on this last night when I’d railed against her in tears, saying she had to take it off before she left tomorrow. She acquiesced, but likely only because I wouldn’t be silent otherwise. Alinas slumbered in his caravan close to our window.

As I wept I thought up a new tactic. I sucked up my tears with a deep breath and said, “How can I get married with this horrible thing on me?”

She was unimpressed. “Who do you intend to marry?”

“Edgar.”

“He’s too old for you.”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m immortal. Any man I choose will grow old while I stay young. Besides that, he’ll care for me and support me, and isn’t that what you want? You’re getting to marry and be happy—why do you deprive me of the same thing?”

She remained stonefaced. “Let’s go see if Edgar will have you right now. Once the Townsman has sealed your union I’ll take off the talisman.”

My stomach felt as if it dropped from me. Fortunately Alinas piped up from his perch at the reigns.

“Ruth, darling, I need to be in Aquiel by dusk. We’ve a schedule to keep, my dear. I did tell you this.”

She shot a fretful glance up towards him. “Oh, but, dearest, what am I to do? The heat her godly father puts in her blood is too much for her to bear. That talisman is the only thing that protects her virtue.”

He pouted at her. “Darling, you said she’s powerful enough to protect herself and grown enough to look after herself. You can’t keep her bound, now can you? She’s not your little baby anymore.”

I love you, Alinas!

My mother began to weep and my heart soared. I knew I’d won. She reached up with a shaky hand and plucked the chained talisman off my neck as easily as if it were attached by a spider web. I was stunned by this—after all those years of trying to tear it off, making my fingers and neck bleed, and not dislodging it even a hair’s breadth. I snatched it from her hand at once, threw it into the dirt, and crushed it with my bare heel. I didn’t just shatter it. I pulverized it, stomping and macerating it into the dirt until it bore no resemblance to its former seeming.

My mother gasped as though I’d destroyed an heirloom. “Sarina! How could you! That cost more than a fortune. I went through so much to get it for you.”

I spat on it for good measure.

“Sarina!”

“Ruth, dearest,” Alinas said, “we must go.”

I yanked her into a hug. “Goodbye, mother. You go off, and be happy. Don’t ever think another thought about me.”

“So ungrateful. Oh! You control yourself. Go to Edgar at once. Don’t go to the village. Promise me!”

“I promise,” I said with great sincerity.

She boarded the caravan and was knocked into her seat when Alinas cracked the reins and set off. She yelled some more wisdom out the window, but I didn’t hear and no longer cared. I’m sure I’d miss her some maudlin rainy afternoon. Probably.

I waved until the caravan disappeared, and then I cheered, I twirled, I sang! Happy tears rolled down my face. I was laughing. I couldn’t stop myself.

I spat on the horrible talisman one more time and then ran in the direction of Edgar’s house.

There were thickets past a shallow groove by my home. I headed into them and took off my dress, despite the fact nothing hid me from the road. No one ever drove this near the gate of the underworld, anyway.

I tied my dress to a stately old oak. Half a mile later there was a thin white pine. I took off my shift and tied it to one of the prickly limbs. Now I was completely naked. I didn’t wear shoes and the grass was crispy below my feet. I leapt over a shallow puddle with my legs extended high. When I landed I did a pirouette. I giggled and continued onward.

Before the woodcutter Edgar’s cabin came into view I heard chopping. I knew each echoing thud represented a section of log that had been hacked in two.

Good. He’s outside.

In just a few steps I’d crest a gully and come into his view. He’d see my familiar face: large blue eyes and full dark lips below a mane of wild blonde curls. I had skin that always stayed porcelain white no matter how many times I skinny-dipped. There was a rosy, youthful hue to my cheeks, which still didn’t have the defining hollows that were supposed to come with age. You might have been able to mistake me for fifteen, except I was taller than any of the village men and had a fleshy body that had filled out in all the ways that bespoke woman. My bosom was more ample than a milkmaid’s and I had broad hips above shapely long legs. The former I’d caught this same woodcutter taking more than a cursory glance at. Now he’d be treated with the sight of plump pink nipples as well as a sex that had never grown hair. That godly attribute was a pity, because my fat clitoris didn’t fit within the folds of flesh guarding my womanhood. The lurid pink knot poked out like a glistening semi-phallus. It was the first time I’d shown this to anyone by choice. (Peeping Toms watching me skinny dip got an illegal first showing.)

The woodcutter dropped his axe at the sight of me. He was shirtless and his big muscles were sweaty. Edgar was probably twenty years my senior with thin graying hair. I walked toward him with enough determination to drive away my tendril of fear. He wanted me. I knew for certain he did.

“Gaw, Sarina, where are ye clothes?”

I kept walking toward him. My lips were parted and I thought of pressing my breasts against his huge muscled chest.

“Are ye in trouble?”

I shook my head while remaining fixed on him, as though I were in a trance. His expression remained concerned, but I reassured him enough for his eyes to dance over my body. When he saw my clitoris he drew his lips into his mouth to wet them.

I went for that mouth when I reached him. My hard nipples perked against firm flesh. I encircled him in my arms and kissed with all the insistent passion that had built up in me. He held me back without a touch of reservation. His huge warm arms were coursing over my back and causing tingles over the rounds of my ass while his gloriously hot mouth entwined with mine.

When our lips broke his face had taken on an expression of desperation. He stroked back the hair on my forehead with one hand.

“What are ye doing, crazy girl?”

“You know what I’m doing,” I said softly.

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Vanquished Thief!

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A waifish mortal thief is caught stealing in Darkhelm’s castle, and is only spared execution because his lovely body can be used for better things.

The Dragon King Caine doubts that such an unskilled mortal thief could have truly breached the underworld.  He wishes to know what this creature really is, and what he wants with their beautiful slave Jonah.  He intends to subject the pretty waif to some of their more exquisite tortures until he gets an answer.

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I examined the thief again several moments.  His beauty, I realized, was part of his scam.  His eyes were too large and bright.  His cunning face too prettily formed. 

“Fizu,” I said with great calm, “we know you’re not mortal.  That’s a fact all too clear.  You gave yourself to us in this pretty form.  What’s your aim in all this?  Speak truthfully now, for I assure you, it’s not your false charms that might spare your life, but mere frankness.  Who are you truly, and what do you want?”

He gazed at me with snide superiority.  “You’re mistaken in your assumption.  I’m mortal.  I drank a witch’s brew that hides my aura.  My only aim was to steal your treasures.  I targeted your minister’s chamber because he was the least fearsome among—”

“Enough!” I said.  “If you’ll not be truthful then I’ve no reason to delay your execution!”

I made to rise and this sparked a flash of dread in him.

“Wait.”  He climbed to his feet.  “There’s no need to kill me.”  He looked at Jonah.  “Dear Lord Jonah, I apologize for invading your privacy.  I was a fool to dare try to steal from any denizen of Darkhelm.  I sought the prestige such a scheme would bring me, but now I see why none have dare tried it before.  I beg you—let me earn my freedom.”  He lowered his face and a pink blush infected his creamy skin.  “Am I not lovely, Lord Jonah?  Might there be better uses for me alive than dead?”

I seethed with anger at this revelation.  I saw from Jonah’s scowl that he was not the least bit enticed.  Even he had realized the creature’s game. 

“So he’s not but a daring pervert,” Randell whispered to me.  “A water sprite, you think?  Or a goblin who found some magic talisman?”

“I think something far worse,” I said quietly.  “But I should like to test this.” 

I broke from my huddle with Randell and gestured to the soldiers with a raise of my chin.

“Strip him.”

The thief became aghast.  “I think not!” 

Both demons closed on him without hesitation.  Fizu scrambled back with a loud chinking of his chains.

“Stay back!  Don’t you dare!”

One seized him as he continued to scream in protest.  The other ripped the fabric from his small body with swift violent tears.

“You indicated you wished to buy your salvation with your body,” I said.  “I’m obliging you.”

“You—!  No!  Stop!”

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Vanquished Prince

Vanquished Prince (Medieval Gay BDSM Erotica)

Young Prince Thurber’s wicked god demands he complete a quest in the perverse dragon underworld before he can become king.

Thurber knows that months ago the knight Jonah became the willing sacrifice to the debauched dragon king of Darkhelm.  He sent a message to the mortal world saying that he was happy, and no one should try to rescue him.  Now Prince Thurber has been sent on a quest to find out why.

He’s shocked to see that not only is Jonah truly happy in Darkhelm, the former knight has become a demon himself.  Now Thurber must experience what it was that so captivated Jonah in the dark realm.

Jonah is horrified to know of the prince’s quest.  His evil god wants him to suffer the same lurid sexual torments which Jonah came to love.  Surely he can’t allow Thurber to enter their world—but if he doesn’t then Thurber may never become king.

The highly anticipated sequel to Vanquished Knight!  King Caine, Councilor Randell, and the Knight Jonah continue their BDSM medieval fantasy!

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Jonah held Thurber’s hand as they walked through a black stone corridor.  Randell took his leave of them to rejoin my side (where we watched the two together). 

“You need to know some things I omitted from the letter to your father,” Jonah said.

“I would have you first tell me where you’re taking me.  Then I would have you explain exactly what I’m to expect here.”

Jonah ceased walking and fixed his dark eyes on the mortal.  “You’re acting as though you have control here.  You need to realize you have none.  The only reason you haven’t been raped by demons already is because I bade them not to.”

Thurber’s eyes widened with horror.  “What…what are you talking about?”

Jonah kept his voice steady.  “That demon you saw, Randell, and my dear master, the King Caine, have both subjected me to extreme sexual torture.  My ass and mouth have been penetrated by their thick members, my nipples and ass beaten red, my cock abused until orgasm a hundred times.”

“Stop!”  Thurber turned away from him as though he could not bear to listen.  His face had flushed so dark his freckles became invisible.  I could see his chest beating out shallow gasps of terror.  “How…how can you claim to love it here?”

Jonah estimated him a moment.  “That’s what you came to find out, isn’t it?”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“But you knew it would be terrible.  Helder is a cruel god.  I think he’s much crueler than my king.”

“Watch…watch what you say.”

Jonah became stern.  “I won’t.  I think it’s very wicked for Helder’s teachings to force you to be chaste, but then for him to send you to where he surely knew you’d be ravaged by demons.”

Thurber gulped audibly.  “He meant it to be my most fearsome challenge yet.  I can already see it will be.”

Jonah became thoughtful.  “Perhaps it will come to be the ultimate joke on him.  Maybe, like me, you’ll feel that the opposite from Helder’s rules is far better.”

Thurber’s chin began to tremble.  “All I feel now,” he said, with his words weighted by emotion, “is sickening terror.”

Jonah took his hand again.  “Don’t be afraid.  I’m here with you.”

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Vanquished Knight (Yaoi Gay Medieval Fantasy BDSM Erotica)

Vanquished Knight

A debauched dragon king subjugates a chaste knight who has volunteered to be his willing captive.

King Caine and his councilor Randell are owed a debt by the mortal king ruling in the land above them.  When Caine sees the knight Jonah he’s stricken by his beauty and innocence—and then senses something even more compelling about him.  Jonah surprises everyone by accepting his fate as Caine’s sacrifice.  He willingly descends to Darkhelm to be used as the king and his councilor see fit.

An erotic BDSM medieval fantasy with a romantic twist!

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“Remove your clothes,” I said when Jonah was next before me.  “You may not wear them in the presence of myself or Randell.”

Jonah swallowed hard enough for his throat to bob.  Sweet silent tears came from him as he shed his layers of garments, but there was no hesitation.  He exposed his exquisite manhood as easily as he had his pale arms.  Randell and I smiled in unison.

“Now bow.  Bow as deeply as you did yesterday, and design an oath of fealty that you know will be most pleasing to me.”

Before I finished speaking he had thus bowed.  There was only I and Randell in the throne room with him.  No one was behind him to behold his exposed anus and testicles.  Pity there was no mirror.

“I wish for you to liberate yourself with this oath, Jonah.  Swear to embrace all that makes you quiver with fear, so that when you do this later you can take solace that such acts are in service to your sworn oath.”

“I…I swear allegiance to my new king and master, to King Caine.”  He strained to keep the words audible.  “I swear to become…all that he wishes of me.  To obey him, in all regards, no matter how severe his demands of me.”  He cleared his throat.  His final words came swifter.  “I swear this with all my soul…for so long as it pleases my master.  By Holy Helder, Amen.”

Jonah gasped and his face lifted enough for me to see he was stricken.  I looked at him very sternly.  Randell smothered laughter into his hand beside me.

“Did you just commend your oath to Helder?”

Jonah bowed low again.  His voice sounded panicked.  “Forgive me, please…it was…it wasn’t intentional.”

“It was quite a good oath before that,” Randell said.

He handed me one of the implements we’d supplied the room with earlier: a long paddle, with a stiff handle and a broad blade of loose leather.  I took it and rose from my throne.  Jonah lifted his head to peek at me.

“Remain in that position.”

I went behind him and gazed at his pale naked buttocks and fat scrotum at length.  Then I swung the paddle like a pendulum so that the blade slapped against his ass.

“Ah!”

I knew the cry was borne of shock rather than pain.  The paddle struck him with easy flicks of my wrist, slapping and stinging his sweet round flesh until it grew pink.  He braced himself against the floor and bore the torment very well, with his ass high and his head low.  Each strike he acknowledged with a lovely yelp.  His toes curled and his fingers clawed against the hard stone floor.  After a dozen spanks his tender ass cheeks trembled.  He clenched involuntarily, forming hollows along the sides of each cheek.  I continued in my rhythm, changing his pink to red.  His head turned to one side with a contorted expression of anguish.  He whimpered between each blow and the trembling spread to the whole of his body.    READ THE FULL PREVIEW!

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A God to Rule Her (Adult Gothic Fantasy)

A Gothic Romantic Fantasy for Adults Only!  Fiercely independent Ashla is the healer in a village blighted by the shadow of a dark god.  Exinious created Ashla’s civilization centuries ago and then abandoned them.  His only interaction is to choose a bride from their ranks every generation.

A disease has stricken the villagers that Ashla can’t cure with her magic potions.  She knows this must be the work of Exinious, and fights her way to his fortress to confront him.

Deep down she already knows what’s going on.  It’s time for Exinious to choose a new bride, and he must have his eyes on her.  Unfortunately for the god, Ashla will never leave her post as healer.  She refuses to become the property of any man—especially not a selfish and fearsome god.

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I stood at the base of the mountain and used one hand to shade my eyes from the sun.  My head had to crane back to take in the god Exinious’ fortress.  It didn’t matter that the black thing had been in the background of my village all my life.  It still put a knot in my stomach to look at it.  The sharp dark towers grew upwards from the mountain’s peaks, forming inky capillaries that stained the sky.

“You should wear something prettier,” Senator Carrus said behind me.

I closed my eyes and tried not to lose my temper.  What I’d worn was simply my deep blue smock, emblazoned with the symbols for health, renewal, fertility, and medicine. A dense fabric belt tied snugly around my waist and a hooded wool cape hung off my shoulders.  I felt just as entitled to my healer’s uniform as the senators did to their long brown tunics.

“I have to climb a mountain, you realize,” I said.

“You also have to beseech the god that lives there,” Carrus said.  He was barrel-chested with a full white beard.  “His last wife from the village died six years ago.  He may be ready for another.  A pretty package might go a long way towards winning the lonely god’s aid.”

The suggestion made me cringe.  “I’m not volunteering to be his latest sacrifice.”

Carrus put his gnarled hand on my shoulder.  “Oh, but my dear—“

I jerked away from him like his hand was a hot coal.  He gave Senator Diones an amused expression while I glared at him.  I’ve told the old bastard before not to touch me.

There was no need for Senators Carrus and Diones to escort me to the mountain.  Their page had called me to the meeting house at sunrise to demand an explanation for why I hadn’t cured the sixteen villagers dying under my care.  My patients all had the same disease, the same weeping red boils and fever.

I’d built an astonishing reputation for healing both people and animals.  Our leaders claimed my practice was one of the benefits of their regime.  As a woman both fatherless and unwed I’d felt too vulnerable to refute this.  But then, being the darling of my senators stopped the accusations of witchcraft made against me from ever gaining a foothold.

My obligation to them was never spoken, but they had no trouble presuming it at the morning hearing.  Why were those sixteen people, one of whom the niece of Senator Rizee, getting worse by the day?  I was making them look bad.  I was betraying all the faith they had put in me.

There was a part of me, a small part since their judging eyes and loud voices made me cower, that wanted to spit at them.  The bigger part of me was focused on my patients.  Why couldn’t I cure those sixteen?  I don’t know.

I don’t know.

My tinctures should cure anything.  Everything.  They always do.  Even if I don’t understand it, I can cure it.  That’s the gift I was given.  Of course, I’d never admit I used magic to our leaders.  Who knows when I’ll fall out of favor and have it used against me?  I’d answered the only way I could.  I’d claimed the god Exinious had cursed us and someone had to go to his fortress and find out why.

“Splendid idea,” they’d said.  “You should head out right away.”

A nauseating terror had made me feel faint.  I was in a trance as Carrus and Diones guided me out here.  Once I saw that hideous fortress my quest felt inescapable.

“Ashla,” Senator Diones said.

I looked at him with the scowl that was meant for Carrus.  The younger and infinitely more somber Diones didn’t deserve my anger.  He was one of the very few men I found tolerable in the village.

“If you don’t start climbing now it will be dark before you reach the fortress.”

I drew in a deep breath and then let it out with a slump of my shoulders.  He was right.  I was being a fool to let Carrus rile me.  I thought of my poor patients.  They suffered in their illness and not even my powerful potions could ease their pain.  I’d let this drag on long enough.  Something drastic had to be done.  Of course, the Senate foisted the responsibility onto me to do it.

I started up the first slope, letting more dejecting thoughts bombard me.  Exinious was notorious for ignoring our pleas for help.  I’d heard stories that made my face feel like it had been slapped.  He’d told my maternal great grandfather that we were supposed to be his amusement, but had turned out boring and annoying just like the other society he’d made before us who’d died off.

I soldiered on despite the risk of humiliation.  My treatment should have cured those people.  There’s magic in my bottles, just as real as Exinious’ magic.  This disease was unnatural.  Even if he was unwilling to render aid, couldn’t he at least tell me what this abomination was?

The shriek of a bird interrupted my doldrums.  The sound had been loud enough to reverberate through my skin.  I froze while balancing my outstretched hands and feet on the boulder in front of me.  The shadow of a giant bird swallowed my entire form.  It blotted out the sun for far too long as it passed over me.  My heart began to race with terror.

The monster hawk.  I remembered a solitary lesson where it was mentioned in school.  I reassured myself that if it ate people there would have been more focus on it.  While I was thinking this, however, I remained frozen, too terrified to look up.

The thing shrieked again and I realized it was getting closer.  Now I huddled down against the boulder and squeezed my eyes closed.

“Please, Exinious,” I whispered, “don’t kill me.  They need me…I know you don’t care, but they need me.”

I heard a thump and lifted my trembling head slowly to look.  On the terrace above me was a tall black cage shaped like a cylinder.  There was a seat inside covered in glimmering red fabric.  The cage door was open.

I saw the shadow of the giant bird perched on top of the cage.  It took every ounce of courage I had to lift my gaze to it.  The shiny blue-black feathers were more like a raven’s than a hawk’s.  The red glowing eyes, however, weren’t from any bird I’d ever seen.  The massive thing was glaring at me.  I felt like my heart was beating backwards for a moment.  Through my terror I managed to see that the beast was perched on a large metal loop attached to the cage.

So…he’s come to fetch me?  I couldn’t imagine the implications, but I had to take this as a good sign.  The only trouble was my paralyzing fear.  If I could wield my limbs the only direction I wanted to go was back down, and as fast as I could manage.  No one had prepared me for giant monster birds.

I felt like crying, but, as in all facets of my life, I strove to hold back my tears.  It was instinctive by now: never cry, never raise your voice, don’t ever let someone accuse you of being weak.  I suffered the villagers’ endless scrutiny as an unwed woman.  Even the senators questioned why I was unmarried.  “If you don’t want children, there are plenty of older widowers who’d have you,” Carrus, a widower himself, had said.  My status as healer was as much an affront to our society as it was an asset.  Oh, how they wished I’d had a father to order me to marry one of them.

My thoughts were rambling.  I choose to think of anything except what I had to do.

I started climbing before I could talk myself out of it.  I stood on the terrace and peered into the cage.  The strange fabric of the cushioned seat had to be from Exinious.  I hugged my arms around myself and went in.  I sat and latched the cage door closed.

The demon bird spread its massive wings and barraged me with huge gusts of wind as it took off.  When the cage lifted I felt like my stomach stayed behind.  I had to clutch the black bars on either side of me with white-knuckled fists and squeeze my eyes closed.  I peeked a few times and regretted it.  The height gave me vertigo.  I had the horrifying vision of the bottom falling out of the cage and me dropping with it.  Then I peeked just as we descended past the wall of the fortress.  The bird glided down at a dizzying speed that made the cage sway.  I curled down against my knees.

I felt a big bump, and then it was still.  My body unfolded to behold a courtyard without vegetation.  Where there might have been grass was instead gray stone.  There were black tree skeletons bordered by circles of brick.  The same dark brick created a round table with several benches.  Who would ever want to sit out here?  The dreariness was amplified by a gray mist clinging to the ground in scattered places.  It was cold and my skin grew clammy.

The cage door let out a hideous creak when I opened it.  I cringed at the loud noise.  My sense of unease was so great I thought I’d anger the bird, or perhaps wake up some other monster living here.

I clutched my cape tightly around me and went down the stone path leading to the fortress’ dark arcade.  As I headed toward it a figure emerged.  I froze.

The god Exinious now walked toward me.

I’d given no thought to actually meeting him.  He was so prevalent in our society I felt like I already knew him.  Our creator.  The ambivalent one.  The passive watcher.  The one who’d abandoned us.  Neither good nor evil.  A character in our history books.  The subject of poems and songs.  Occasionally worshipped, despite never showing any interest in our adulation.  Often reviled for how little he cared for us.

He’d become a cartoon to me.  Yet now, in his presence, I felt overcome.

I had no doubt he was our god.  His magical aura made my breath catch.  He was too powerful to behold, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from him.  Exinious had the bearing of a man, but taller and more densely muscled than any I’d known from the village.  Once I overcame his blinding presence I saw a striking man—a handsome man.  His skin was white as chalk but was framed with pleasing dark hair in a flattering enigmatic style.  He wore a gray waistcoat with large silver buttons.  Over this was an impressively long black jacket, finer than anything our senators had.  His tight breeches were brown and of a clinging fabric.  They dove into long black boots with rows of silver buckles.  I noticed some markings on his flesh that added to his beauty.  His visage would have been entirely pleasing if not for his eyes.  I’d never seen eyes so chillingly cruel.  I felt naked in his gaze.  Unworthy.

“You don’t kneel?” Exinious said once he stood before me.

My lips parted in bewilderment.  I’d been so rapt I had to pause to decipher the words in my mind.  Then I lowered with a flourish of my cape.  I dropped to my knees in front of him, but went no lower.  I looked up at him to see if this was what he wanted.

Exinious fixed those cruel eyes on me with a slight dip of his brow.  “I didn’t say you had to kneel.  I only asked why you didn’t.  Most people do.”  He gestured with three fingers for me to rise.

I obeyed clumsily.

“You arrived faster than expected.”

“You…were expecting me?”

He turned to lead me back toward the arcade.  “I sent my bird for you.”

“Oh.  Yes, of course.”

“It seems you climbed into the cage with little hesitation.  You’re bold.”  He glanced back at me.  “But I already knew that.”

I blinked a few times.  Now was when I should have asserted myself and my mission.  ‘Five days ago people started coming down with a strange illness in the village,’ I should have said.  ‘Do you know anything about it?’

But no.  I clutched my cape close to my body and cowered in the trail of his aura.  My spit felt too thick in my mouth to talk through.

“You may stay a few days,” Exinious said.

I followed him through the arcade, which was covered in black thorny vines.

“Stay?  Stay here?”

“Yes.”  He opened a domed door that looked like it was made of solid black stone.

“I can’t.”

He fixed his cold eyes on me, making me stagger back a pace.  My dedication to my post was so strong the response came automatically.  Now I realized I sounded defiant.

I drew my lips into my mouth to wet them.  “I…I have to get back.  I have sick patients.  That’s…well, it’s the reason I came to see you.”

“I know why you came to see me.  Your patients are recovering now.”

I blinked again with my lips parted.

“The sixteen men and women,” he said, as though I didn’t understand.  “They’ll be healed by the time you return.”

My heart began to thunder again.  I actually felt woozy, as though this were all a dream.

“You really cursed them?” I said softly.

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Adults Only!  Get loads of hot steamy yaoi for one amazing price!  Get the entire Vampire Slave series, parts 1-5.  The vampire Thalos is intimately linked with Dusty, the leader of the vampire hunters.

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Alien’s Bride Book Two

Alien’s Bride Book Two
Lord Elentinus may be one of the alien tyrants who’s enslaved planet Earth, but he’s shown his captive human bride Maritza nothing but kindness and compassion.  She feels ready to yield to his formidable sexual desire. CLICK READ MORE->

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