Evie: A Wintry Ambush p5

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Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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One thing for certain was that if a large ogre was strolling along obliviously in these woods, I’d be able to see it quite a ways away. I’d be able to carefully track it, watch and learn from its movements, and determine how to set a trap for it.

If I was lucky, an ogre might even be oblivious enough to my presence that I’d be able to sneak up closely on it and deal with it on my own instead of having to come back later with assistance. I might be able to sneak up to it to snare it, or catch it by surprise in an ambush.

Besides, even if the ogre did suddenly see me, it would likely underestimate me…after all, why would an ogre have anything to fear from a much smaller and solitary human?

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This is page 5 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p4

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Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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I remembered one of the hunting lessons of my youth—that snow on the ground made hunting and tracking easier. Fresh snow enabled a hunter to see dark shapes moving against the white background. A new snowfall also made newer tracks stand out from older ones.

The improved visibility helped both hunter and prey, but the advantage now shifted to the hunter. Soft snow could absorb footfalls, and it muffled sounds…it was easier for a smaller, more mobile hunter to quietly approach a larger prey.

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This is page 4 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p3

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Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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Then little flashes of white falling from high in the trees caught my eye. It was snowing! It had been so long since I’d been this far north—I hadn’t seen snow for a couple years, at least.

And it was so pretty! It looked so surreal and beautiful falling through the branches. I found myself wandering through the trees with my head tilted up and my eyes on the falling flakes. It was mesmerizing to see the little clusters of white swirling about.

Even better, it was settling on the ground, filling in between the blades of scrub grass and beginning to cover the low brush. Everything was becoming fresh and new…and so was my attitude.

I decided to press on. Experience told me the snow might help me complete my mission faster. At worst, I knew I could find a sheltered area to make a fire and spend the night in the valley.

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This is page 3 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p2

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Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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The deeper into the valley I went, the colder it got. I hadn’t been this far north in a long while, and I wasn’t quite dressed for it to be this chilly. Worse, the sky was getting more overcast as the day went on. It was going to be a long frigid hike back to the inn where I’d stashed my gear.

I wished I’d at least worn some leggings and a warmer tunic. And I wish I had my special Cryptae Ranger-issued overcoat. Unfortunately, the last I had heard, another Ranger was wearing my coat when she infiltrated a fortress…and she came out of the fortress without it, so my coat was likely lost forever.

Besides the cold, I was tired, hungry, smeared with dirt and speckled with mud. I was discouraged and ready to head back to the nice warm inn and a long soak in a very hot tub.

I’d found no signs of a large creature in the area–no large footprints, no droppings, no scattered bones. Yet there were many many footprints of smaller creatures—ones who would stay away if there were a large predator in the area.

Maybe the reports of an ogre were inaccurate. Misunderstandings, maybe, or a little hysteria. Perhaps it was another kind of creature entirely that was harassing livestock and raiding homes.

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This is page 2 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

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Evie: A Wintry Ambush p1

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Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!

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Hunting for ogres is not an exact science—and can be downright dangerous.

In my years as a ranger, there are many things I’ve learned about ogres, most of them from trial and error…and error…and error.

There are lessons I won’t forget, mistakes I’ll never repeat. Ogres were part of one of my most unforgettable lessons—specifically, a lesson learned from being trapped in a cave with three young and horny ones. For several hours. In the dark. Unarmed. Bound. Naked.

Among the things I learned that day was to not meet them on their turf—or in their cave—where they have all the advantages. It is much better to lure the ogre out and then spring a trap.

Which is why, today, I was scouting this valley. There had been numerous complaints of an ogre raiding farms and homes here in the far northern realm. The sooner I located the ogre and tracked it to its den, the sooner I could determine the best way to draw it out and make it come to me!

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This is page 1 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

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Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 4

Artwork and visual design elements by Alucard’s Spirit

Visit the artist Alucard’s Spirit on deviantArt!

*Agent Katie envisions herself as Glob’s next object of interest.*

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Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. is back, and on an exciting new mission!

See the full image and read chapter 4 HERE

Here’s an excerpt:

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I looked over at Glob incredulously. “You…you ate her?”

He shrugged. “Well, yes…but to be fair, she asked me to.”

I stared back at the screen. In the video, Glob was pushing the girl’s rounded bottom and shapely thighs into his mouth. I would see her writhing a little in his grip, but not from a panicked resistance–she was moving slowly, sinuously, as if she were enjoying it.

“It…it looks like she is enjoying it,” I mumbled to Glob while unable to look away from the screen.

“Oh yes, she enjoyed it very much. I daresay she had another orgasm on the way down…and probably a couple more afterward.” Now only her lower calves and feet were still showing, and she was fluttering her toes and flexing her bound ankles while his tongue caressed them again.

“And you…you ate her,” I repeated, still not quite comprehending. “She’s gone.”

“Wellllll…she’s not really gone,” he said with a curious look on his face. “She’ll always be a special part of me.” He paused and looked down at me. “And you could be, too.”

“Me? Oh no no no no…” I said, recoiling slightly from him. “I’m not letting you eat me…I mean…not like…NO! You’re NOT eating me!” I glared at him like he was insane.

Glob shrugged again, as if nonplussed by my rejection. “Your loss, as far as I’m concerned.”

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Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 1 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 2 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 3 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 5 coming soon!

Stolen into the Night

art by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie has caught the attention of Glob the Space Toad. And as many of you know, if he wants you, he’ll get you at some point!

My friend AlucardsSpirit and I brainstormed some ideas for our respective characters and came up with a fun little art and prose collaboration…what do you think? Think we should expand the idea some more?? Good! Because this is part 2, part 1 is here: Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

See his post here: Stolen into the Night

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Several hours later, Glob was stealing away in the moonlight with his delectable captive. He’d spent a few hours with her inside the cabin, alternately charming and seducing the lovely agent into compliance, and then chasing and nabbing her when she became feisty again.

Finally, he determined it was time to return to his ship with his prize. He took his time intricately binding his wriggling prey, and then gratuitously fondling her curves whenever she became too quiet and still. He preferred the wriggling.

As much as he enjoyed her little squeals and moans, he thought it best to gag her for the short walk to his landing site. Then it was off into the moonlight with her, slung over his shoulder and squirming delightfully.

~~~~~~Part 1 is here: Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

Callie’s Diary, pt. 3

Brimstone County #05 artwork by CallMePlissken

*Callie Sierra’s boss, sleazy saloon owner Shane McIan, punishes her and attracts more business at the same time*

See full image and read Callie’s diary entries: Callie’s Diary, pt 3

Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

The artwork is the fifth 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.

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Dear Diary,

Today the cowpokes from the cattle drive rode into town. They’d been on the trail for nigh two months now, and they were so filthy and smelly!

This time, there was a lady cowboy in the crew. She looked me up and down in the same way ol’ Rosie does, like appraisin’ me an’ all. When I brought her a mug of ale, she asked where the baths were.

When I told her and pointed the way, she grabbed my arm an’ said, “no, I want you t’ show me…I’ll be needing you t’ wash my backside…and certain parts o’ my frontside, if you know what I mean, girl.”

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here:

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2 Callie’s Diary, pt 3

Stories in the Candlelight pt.2

artwork by menchimenagerie

Laressa drops in on Evie and Millie’s evening with a reminder and warning for Evie

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.

Recently I commissioned my good friend and artist/author Menchi for a two-part tale of an encounter between Evie and The Jaded Entity’s Millie–an evening during which his character Laressa ‘drops in.’

See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Here’s an excerpt:

I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan as the fingertips traced ever so slowly between my thighs, tantalizing as they moved further under my dress. The touch was delicate but deliberate, leaving no doubt that its owner was in control–that I was under their control.

My mind told me that the touch was familiar, that I knew who this was behind me. The whispers had stopped, and my head was clearing as I realized my chin was no longer in their grip.

Instead, those fingertips were tracing down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest. They deftly slipped under the fabric of my dress and traced across my upper breast. They danced teasingly around, brushing close enough to my areolas to make my nipples respond, without making any satisfying connection.

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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Stories in the Candlelight pt.1

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie prepares for an intimate evening with Millie, but someone is watching…

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.

See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’

Here’s an excerpt:

By candlelight in the bedroom, I was taking my time with Millie, making her feel just a little more helpless with each added restraint. I was cautious, not wanting to get ahead of myself, taking care to avoid binding her in too strenuous a position or overwhelm her too quickly.

I listened closely to the delightful little gasps and squeaks as I cinched ankles, knees, wrists and elbows together. At each stage, I encouraged her to wriggle and test her ropes to make sure they felt satisfyingly snug without pinching or pulling.

I may have also encouraged her to wriggle because she looked so delicious doing it. It was taking all my willpower not to pull off all her clothes and indulge my own desires. That would be a mistake; she had put a lot of faith in me, putting herself in my hands, and I didn’t want to betray that trust.

Instead, I simply tugged her top down over her shoulders and uncovered just enough of her breasts and back to make her feel a little vulnerable and exposed. I did the same with the hem of her skirt, exposing her pert little bottom (and suppressing my urge to smack or pinch it!).

“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked softly, hesitant to disturb the quiet tension in the room.

Millie gave some more test wriggles, rolling to one side, and tucking her knees to her chest. “It feels really good, Evie. I wouldn’t mind being a little more restrained…I want to feel like I really can’t move or escape.”

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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’