Full image and excerpt at Katied.life. This Aurora Rush cover was the work of my friend CallMePlissken for Fannda Flames–an author who writes what are affectionately known as ‘trashy novels.’ Fannda has a small but loyal following and is a favorite of Alynnya Slatefire and her friends. Watch my site for more works by Fannda coming soon…and enjoy the excerpt below!
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Excerpt from Mission 13: Taken by Tentacles
I swatted furiously at the tendrils making their way into my skin-tight space-suit. If they found their way inside, it would be–
’Ohhhhhhhhhh!’
–too late.
I clenched down with my thighs pressed together, trying to keep the invader from getting any deeper. I could feel it pulsing, prodding, probing, prying me apart as it plunged inside my–
’Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’
I shuddered as the surging of the throbbing thrusting appendage sent peals of pleasure rolling through me. My eyelids fluttered and I momentarily lost focus on the fight.
See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1
This is the second in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances. My friend We Are All Mad Here and I decided to try a little different way of storytelling: through diary entries by Callie herself.
Here’s an excerpt: you can read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1
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Dear Diary,
Forgive me for not writing last night after my meeting with Mr. McIan, but I did not make it home until dawn, and woke barely before my next shift was to begin.
As I feared, Mr. McIan’s client was the bad man passing through, a dark soul by the name of Deytun Night. Some say he’s a creature of the night an’ some say he feeds on warm blood.
I don’t know about all that, but he was as dark an’ handsome as they come. Dressed all in black and skin the color of ash, and impossibly dark eyes that made me tremble when they wandered over me. And his flesh was cold to the touch–I know this, dearest diary, because he tucked his fingers inside my corset when Mr. McIan said he could ‘inspect th’ girl.’
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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1
Captain Salicia walked slowly around me, tracing her fingers over my flesh and making my skin tingle. She grasped a breast as if it were a piece of fruit she was trying to weigh and squeeze for ripeness. She did the same to my rear before tracing a finger down into the cleft between my cheeks. Her other hand traced along my tummy until her hands met between my legs.
I became conscious that Captain Catherine was watching intently, and so I tried desperately not to react. It would be embarrassing, I thought, to react to her friend’s touch in front of her, and I didn’t want to upset her.
Captain Salicia must have realized I was trying not to react, so she began touching me more deliberately and provocatively, probing inside and around me with fingers, seeking out those special spots that she knew would force me to react.
It became a struggle of wills that I was destined to lose, and to my chagrin, I promptly did. Despite my resistance, I began shifting my hips and moaning softly.
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:
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“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.
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