Here’s a new one-off art and prose combination from my friend “Menchi” and me. The artwork and story together, including the full uncensored piece with TWO captive blondes can be found here: A Private Affair
Menchi is an artist and writer who seems to get better and better with each piece he posts.
Recently Menchi included my Evie in his “kinktober 2020” series, along with We Are All Mad Here’s character Elspeth. Evie and Elspeth have developed a fun ‘frenemies’ relationship and Menchi decided to capitalize on it, showing them restrained ‘together’ in the same artwork.
As a ‘thank you’ for including Evie, I set out to write a quick little story which cast his Laressa as the friendly dominatrix who put Evie and Elspeth in the situation. The artwork and story together including the full uncensored piece with TWO captive blondes can be found here: A Private Affair
Full uncensored image on my site. I’m hoping this two-page teaser will whet your appetite for another multi-chapter story and collaboration with CallMePlissken. Chapter 1 coming soon!
The following is an excerpt; the full story will be published here:
“You foolish girl!” Marcus sneered. “You really thought you could play us, Alynnya? You thought that a few days of wearing our collar and being our little plaything would be enough to get you into The Order of the Red Rose?”
“The trials we’ve put you through were nothing compared to what the beast will do with you,” Louis added. The other men nodded in agreement. “Assuming he accepts you as tribute.”
Marcus turned my chin and made me look directly into his eyes. “It’s time to let the beast know that you’re ready for the ritual. And do you know how we let him know you’re ready?”
“You send him an engraved invitation?” I asked mockingly.
“Heh. Amusing. No. Like most animals, the beast can smell when a female is ready to be mated. You’re going to let him know you’re ready.”
Marcus reached out and slipped his fingers between my legs. I could have resisted. I could have clenched my legs closed, could have kicked at him. I didn’t. It was pointless.
He knew as well as I did that I was already wet, that being tightly restrained and fondled and vulnerable would have me highly aroused. He knew I’d been wet on the carriage ride here.
He looked me in the eye while he caressed me–as if daring me to object, to resist, to beg him to stop. I did none of those; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I also didn’t want him to stop.
It became a battle of wills…one which I was, of course, destined to lose. My body wouldn’t listen to my brain and my brain liked what he was doing to my body. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and I let out a moan.
Marcus grinned. “You’re close aren’t you? Just seconds more, and you’re going to come, yes?”
“Yes, Sir Marcus.”
“One more time, I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”
“Yesss…please, Sir Marcus…please let me come.”
Marcus stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I would…but that’s the beast’s decision now.”
I let out a wail of frustration. As if in answer, a noise came from the woods.
“Hmmm.” Marcus whispered. “I think the beast has caught your scent.”
He replaced the gag, and stepped from the pool. He took one last wistful look at me and turned to take his place with the others.
Only a moment later, a rustling of the low brush signaled the arrival of the beast. The council members remained silent and still off to one side. Branches at the edge of the forest parted, and the beast stepped through into the clearing on his hind legs.
He appeared to be nearly eight feet tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders and chest that tapered down to a narrow waist and rippling abs. His waist was almost the height of my chest, and the rest of him towered over me.
Walking on his hind legs he looked remarkably human. From the waist up he looked very human, if not for his canine head, glowing yellow eyes, and mouth full of sharp teeth. From his hips down, he appeared to have the haunches and legs of a wolf.
He paused only a moment before striding up to me, never giving the council members a second look. He lowered his face down to meet me, his eyes staring into mine, his hot breath blowing my hair back from my cheeks. He sniffed once, twice, around my face, then sniffed my hair before lowering his snout down to my chest.
Warm drool escaped his maw and landed on my chest, running down the cleavage of my dress and dripping across my breasts. He sniffed across my collarbone and up my neck, then plunged his nose between my breasts. Then he clasped the front of my dress between his teeth, and tore it down the middle to my navel.
I gasped audibly at the sudden tearing and tugging. At once I felt the cool air against my newly bared flesh, and felt his warm saliva cooling and drying down my front. All the while I kept my eyes directly on him. I felt a mixture of fascination and fear–and anticipation.
He licked at my bare breasts, which surprised me enough to make me flinch. He raised one hand and lifted my breast with just one finger, then let it fall again, and lifted the other. Carefully and gently he took one claw and traced it over my breasts. I sucked in my breath and bit my tongue as the tip of his claw caught at my nipple, then traced back and flicked at it again.
Glancing down between my breasts, I saw his cock beginning to swell and emerge from its sheath of fur-covered skin. Like everything else from his hips down, it had wolf characteristics and seemed to be growing directly out from his body. Reddish in color with raised ridges and bulges, it was larger and longer than any human man I’d seen.
I must have been staring, because I heard the men snickering from their vantage nearby. “Now she sees there’s more than one reason he’s called ‘The Beast,’” said Marcus.
This quick vignette was inspired by watching @CallMePlissken draw the accompanying artwork live on stream last weekend. I can’t take full credit for all the ideas…there were a few others on the stream who were contributing ideas and details to the overall backstory besides just me. I took from the best of our ideas, put a few twists of my own on the tale, and typed it up!
The following is an excerpt; the full vignette is here:
“Jessie…I don’t understand? Why? Are you trying to feed me to some evil creatures or offer me as tribute to them?”
Jessie looked down at me from her perch on the bridge above. She twirled a free lock of my hair between her fingers (the rest of my hair was diabolically knotted around a rail of the bridge).
“Oh, no, Aly…like I said, I just want to introduce you to my friends. They will want to have as much fun with you as I am having. Speaking of them, I should probably summon them now.”
“Uhh..Jessie?” I was staring in mild alarm at the water suddenly roiling faster than before. “Are your friends…uhh…friendly?”
“Of course, Aly! We all want to get to know you more…intimately.”
This is a short 3-pager I worked on based on his painting. This version of my story doesn’t add much to the events already implied in the painting itself, it’s merely my interpretation of the scene, and really doesn’t do the amazing artwork justice!
And disclaimer, it’s not an official collaboration or accompanying piece, it’s just my interpretation.
NOTE: the other day, the topic of ‘murder hornets’ came up in chat. I had a vision of huge hornets carrying away damsels for nefarious purposes. I wasn’t sure I could make that into a fun or sexy story, but I decided to give it a try. I hope you enjoy the result.
The next time Evie stirred, she was much more careful about revealing that she was awake. This time, she found herself in a much more familiar position: she hung from her wrists pinned directly above her head, her ankles were secured together below her. And, as happened all too often when she awoke like this, she was completely naked.
As occasionally also happened when she awoke like this, she noticed that her skin was coated in a viscous liquid that was dripping down her body. This time, though, the thick liquid was gold in color and quite aromatic. Against her better judgment, she tasted a little of what was drizzled over her lips.
Sweet…aromatic…like nectar…or…oh fork!!
Honey. It was honey. Her entire body was covered in sticky, sweet honey. Or the nectar that would become honey, anyway.
Fork, this was not good…coated in nectar might be fun if she was alone with her partner Will…but not with murderous hornets!
The Chapter 10 grand finale can now be found HERE. Chapter 10 with the hottest bonus art of all, and hottest part of the story. The complete story in a single PDF and ePub are now available for purchase on https://gumroad.com/katied.
My Vampire Mistress is my latest collaboration with my artist-friend callmeplissken, a 35+ page story that includes 4 of his black and white works of art in addition to the full-color cover.
This story builds upon the events in Issue 2 and Issue 3 of his epic comic Adventures of Alynnya Slatefire, where Aly encounters the sultry vampire Valencia (and her dickish vampire husband, Yannos) in her heroic quest to save her sister from a dark mage. In this new story, Aly makes a return visit to Arden Manor and willingly offers herself to Valencia again.
I will be releasing one chapter every Friday until the entire story is posted. For those too impatient to For those who would like to read all the saucy scenes between Mistress Valencia and her ‘Aly-Cat’ in one document, an ePub and PDF of the entire story with bonus art is now available for purchase on https://gumroad.com/katied.