New Minotaur Erotica!

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The labyrinth was cold, and it was far too damp. Still, Siena knew her duty was to follow the command of her guild and hunt the beast awaiting her in the dark. Thinking herself ready for such a challenge, she is deeply shocked to find herself facing off against a creature more intelligent and strong than anticipated.

The minotaur is no easy prey.

Trapped beneath the earth and defeated in battle, the young blonde soon understands that her bravado may have gotten her in more trouble than she can handle. With an intimidating beast keen to show her what human females are truly built for, Siena quickly goes from screaming for a chance to prove herself, to begging for a taste of the monster's dark promises.

This 7.8k word story involves situations full of reluctant dubcon, begging for orgasms, deep and rough blow jobs, forced breeding and copious amounts of hot, sticky minotaur seed.

This book is part of the Monster Hunter Conquest series, a
collection of stand alone stories all focused around the adventures of
one young woman. Each tale is a sexy, explicit ride following the
blonde, brave, and often ill-fated Siena Rovan as she hunts fantastical
beasts across the land. Against all odds, she seeks out the fiercest of
monsters with the intent to take them down. More often than not, the
creatures take Siena instead; literally, and roughly. Every book in the
series can be read without having indulged in any of the others, though
chances are if you liked one, you'll love the rest!

WARNING, CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

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Reaching down, he grabbed her forearms and lifted them over her head. It was a casual motion, and he ignored her struggles and shouts. Cold metal clasped her wrists, shackles that left her so her toes barely touched the ground, her nubile form stretched to the limit.

"What are you doing?" She growled, trying to yank free but finding the chains solid. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Dethros stepped back, his smirk as wicked as the way he watched her squirm. "Is that what you would like, a swift death?"

He lifted his ax from his belt, giving it a once over. "Or a slow one, maybe?" Almost out of boredom, he brought the curved blade to her throat, and instantly she stopped moving. The metal was strangely warm, its nearness making the pulse in her neck rapid. Wide eyed, she stared up at the minotaur, trying to discern his thoughts from that bull shaped face.

"Well? Is this what you were wishing for?"

Siena was terrified that if she spoke, she might cut her own skin. Trembling, she saw him lift a brow in question. The weapon dragged down, brushing over the leather tunic on her chest. Instantly, with the steel not so near her soft throat, she muttered a response.

"No, no of course not."

"Well, then perhaps it is your lucky day." Dethros chuckled, putting his ax away.

"What? What do you mean by that?" Her voice spiked with wary confusion, and when he reached out to stroke her cheek, she tried to yank away. It was not to be, his huge palm cupped her jaw, his rough thumb brushing her skin.

"I mean, I would rather not kill such a lovely little thing. A shame your guild was so ready to throw you away." That touch rolled down to her neck, and she knew he could feel the nervous pumping of her blood. His smell was everywhere, and once more she found her brain growing cloudy.

'What is this, why am I getting so distracted by his smell?'

As if he could read her mind, he brought his muzzle to her shoulder, inhaling deeply and making her gasp. The sensation sent tingles up her spine, thrilling her in a way she thought was out of place.

"W-what are you going to do with me, then?"

"What indeed," he grunted, tracing the line of her forehead and running fingers through her blonde tresses. "Your hair is so soft, your skin, too. Human females are almost made to give pleasure to the senses, aren't they?"

Writing Erotica on a Plane

It is hard.

Creamy Curvy Erotica

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All Ashley has ever known or cared about has been the warm kitchen, the feel of flour on her skin. Voluptuous, but always hidden in her baking jacket, her position has allowed her to avoid many things. That is, until one day, her blind eye to her failing bakery becomes her biggest mistake. Enter Trevor Malone, a man who knows an opportunity when he sees one. With the full figured girl begging for her job, he offers her a deal; Work under him, and she can stay on at the bakery. It seems an easy decision, until it's clear there is far more to working for the sharp tongued man than baking cookies. What starts as a business agreement soon spirals down a road of dark promises and taboo pleasure.

This 15k word BBW erotica story is full of many things some may find offensive. Included inside--

Blackmail, complete wardrobe control, forced orgasms, forced exhibition, spanking and orgasm denial, and a particularly detailed humiliation involving some unexpected male cream.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREMELY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES

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Each time he spanked her, a jolt of arousal was spiking in her center.

It seemed wrong, so taboo to be reprimanded like this, punished like a child. The idea of him dominating her body, controlling her so easily, was setting a fire in her loins that only made her more ashamed. She felt lucky, at least, that the cries of pain were louder than her pants of passion.

Once, he hit her so hard she screamed out for him to stop. His reply was cool, casual. “Beg me, call me Sir, and ask me to stop. Tell me you'll never misbehave again.”

Ashley was stunned, how much further did he want to push her? She was already letting him spank her, now he wanted her to apologize, to beg him?

His hand squeezed her rear, making her shiver. It was a new feeling, and she found herself enjoying it. It only made his next slap even worse. As the crisp sound cut the air, she wiggled her hips and cried out in defeat.

“Please! Please, Sir, stop! I swear, I'll...” His hand came down, cutting her off, making her sob. “I won't be bad, I won't misbehave! I swear, I swear, Sir, so please! Please, just stop!”

Her body was shaking, but Trevor seemed to have listened, for he stroked his fingers gently over her tender rear, playing with the hem of her dress. The material had ridden high, revealing the backs of her thighs and some of her curved flesh. “Oh, that was nice. You beg so pretty. Alright, I won't spank you anymore. Though, I don't know if you hated it as much as you acted.”

Her heart thrummed at the vulnerability caused by his digits yanking the dress high, her panties exposed before his seeking eyes. She wanted to get up, to escape, but his other hand pressed on her lower back, holding her still. Easily, he followed the roundness of her thick ass, before finally forcing her thighs open enough to give access to the junction. Before he even went exploring, Ashley knew what he would find.

The wetness soaking her panties was copious, and his fingers brushed along her slit, watching the strands come away. “Oh my, you're so wet!” His words made her moan, and she knew her cheeks were as red as her ass.

A New Romance

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After a shocking divorce out of left field, and a life changing plane crash, Layla is beginning to think she might be the unluckiest woman alive. Lost in the Alaskan wilderness, her concern is for her life, but her soul is aching with worry for the man who broke her heart when he handed her the papers that changed everything. Layla may be unlucky, but even if she is left alone in the cold outdoors, she knows her soon to be ex husband is lost there as well. Can the pair find each other in the blinding world of biting white, and if so, will it change their fates?

A 4.5k word story about a romance that exists deep in the heart of a misunderstanding, and how love can triumph over the worse of situations.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES

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I wondered if he believed me, for his eyes searched my expression as if it was a puzzle he could solve. I was almost sure when he seemed to relax, but convinced when he gently pulled my chin back in for another press of lips.

Under the falling snow, we kissed, ice drops landing on our cheeks but never hindering us despite the cold. At one point, we fell to the ground, rolling on the white earth and feeling only our bodies. His hands were in my hair, on my neck, and mine couldn't stop tracing his shoulders.

Part of my mind tingled, wondering if this was wise. Not because it was Jack, no, I knew I wanted him. But the fear of exposing ourselves to the wilderness, I didn't know if we were making our situation worse.

As his fingers slipped under my coat, I realized I didn't care.

His palms were cool, but soon they warmed on my skin, tracing the shape of my sternum up to my ample chest. I was eager, and at the first plying of his digits onto my breasts, I thrust my chest to meet his touch. The mist from my groans filled the air, a tangible sign of my need. My nipples were hard, and his grip was firm, tugging and making them yearn for more. Gently, he twisted and flicked my rosebuds, until I was wiggling with lust.

Sexy Stone Lover (Gargoyles!)

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In a small forgotten town, a bell tower sits, waiting to be explored by the likes of notorious monster hunter, Siena Rovan. Blonde, brash, she's proven again and again that her escapades to take down monsters only ends up with her sweet body being bent over and taken, roughly, until she's moaning for more. This time, a creature dark and clever waits for her at the top of an old church, but is it only a rumor, or will the monster prove both real, and too much for her senses? A wild, 7k word monster sex story full of reluctant sex, edgeplay, orgasm denial and forced exhibition.

WARNING, THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE

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Her mouth hung open when he removed his claw, her mind racing to try and make sense of all this. The gargoyle ran his fingers down her throat, amazing her when he didn't spill her blood. Up and up, he followed her sternum, before drifting around the edges of her pert chest. The skin tingled where he touched, like she was being rubbed with an astringent liquid, something like hot, mulled wine and spices. It set a slow working flame into her flesh, and as he drew closer to her firm nipples, the heat only spread.

“What are you doing to me?” Siena gaped, inhaling sharply at the strange tingles rocking her body. His laugh was dark as shadow, a whisper in the quiet night.

“You feel it, I take it? That was fast, normally the magic takes a bit, you must be responsive to it.” Talons flicked, almost scratching her skin, but skirting the line of pain. It felt like he was picking at her very cells, and she thrust her chest with a ripple of fear and excitement. Her hands reached up, grabbing at his wrists, but he was unyielding at she tried to push his seeking fingers away.

The flurry of energy and pleasure was seeping into her bones, moving as if her chest was the center and radiating outwards. When it hit her lower belly, she felt her muscles twitching. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek from exertion, her mind fighting to make sense of the sudden flush of arousal hitting her nubile form. “What, magic? How... I don't...”

“You don't know much about gargoyles, little bird.” The point of a claw circled one of her hard rosebuds, the tip of her breast aching to be touched. It hit her so suddenly, leaving her dazed and concerned, her body not acting as her own. When combined with the unsettling result of hanging upside down, the girl was too confused to control herself. Rutchsio's contact on her breast shifted, moving to the other, leaving her yearning to have the most sensitive parts of her bosom caressed. “We're an old breed, we've been around for a long time. We know how to survive, and we've learned how weak humans are to their own sexual needs.”

“I'm not... weak!” Siena grunted, squeezing her eyes shut under a new ripple of pleasure. The monster clicked his tongue, stroking between the valley of her chest almost idly.

“No? You think you're able to resist the pull of your own desire?”

The girl felt a quiver in her belly, and though she feared she was fighting a losing battle, she was too proud not to try. “Of course I can! Ung... It isn't even... doing much to me!”

Rutchsio threw back his head, guffawing at her bravado. It made her blush, but the redness of her cheeks only grew when he poised his claw over one nipple, watching her face with interest. His eyes drew her, that red gaze holding her still as she waited in the heavy moment.

“Then let us see, shall we?”

Yes, Chef #2 Service & Submission

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Marie never imagined she'd meet someone like Baxter Wilcox; Domineering, controlling, and with a cruel streak that would make most people run. But Marie isn't running, oh no, she's finding herself drawn to the head chef in a way that confuses and concerns her. At first she finds herself rebelling against the changes he insists on making to her restaurant, but soon he has her bent over and begging. Agile fingers know her weak spots, and teasing words thrill her to the core. Lost in his winter blue eyes and those sweet, venomous grins, Marie can only wonder if she's in over her head.

11K words of steamy rough sex, orgasm denial, spanking, and more.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES

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He kissed her like she was the finest wine, and he had no qualms swallowing the whole bottle.

Marie moved under him, twisting until she was facing the head chef fully. He didn't try to stop her, he only held her cheeks as if she might try and escape his seeking lips. Her back was pressed into the edge of the counter, and he stood between her legs, pushing her into the metal edge roughly. Thumbs brushed her soft skin, his fingers sliding back, behind her skull and down her neck. Baxter made a path with his palms, outlining her shoulders and down until he had her by the waist.

'He still tastes like figs,' she thought suddenly.

The man lifted her easily, setting her onto the surface that they would ready orders during service. Marie shivered, finding herself eye level with those pools of winter blue. He tugged on her lower lip, hard enough with those sharp teeth to make her both flinch and moan in ecstasy; He was too good at reading her, her body was boiling with need.

The blonde pulled away, and she whined in regret, her hands digging into his shoulders to pull him back. Baxter only chuckled, his new goal clear when he bent down to take one of her firm pink nipples into his laughing mouth. The warm suction of his lips sent jolts of pleasure to her throbbing arousal. When he crushed his hands into her spine to force her to arch her breasts further into his face, Marie cried out, loud in the silent restaurant.

Her breathing was heavy, her chest thrumming under him; She was sure he could feel her heart vividly. Baxter drifted his hands low, hooking the straps of her black panties, inching them down her thighs where they hung on either side of him. The blonde man set one of her hard rosebuds free of his tongue, long enough to step back and tug the ruined garment away from her feet. The sound she made was low, desperate.

Pushing her creamy legs open, the head chef knelt, licking her stomach as he went. The movement made Marie blink, her grip shifting to hold onto his wrists. If she had any plans to try and push him away, to snap her thighs together and leap free of this sexual encounter, she made no further indication. Her fingers were tight in anticipation on him, her knuckles white as bone.

Baxter slowed when he brushed his finely shaped nose over the indent of her belly button, twinkling eyes rolling up to peer at her from under his lowered brows. His words were hauntingly low, sweet and dark as coffee. “Your lust is strong, my dear. I can smell it from here. How hungry is this little pussy of yours?”

He was blunt, and it made her flush in a bloom of red. She knew she was soaked, she could feel her liquid along the junction of her thighs, pooling on the metal counter beneath her ass.

“It has a lovely scent,” he grinned wickedly, rubbing his cheek on the inside of her leg and moving ever closer to his target. “I think I'd like a taste, should I, Marie? Would you like that?”

Baxter pulled one his hands free from her, leaving her palm to fall to the table almost absently. Marie was too focused on him, staring intently at his face, his every little motion. When he ran his digits down, grazing over the small, soft curls of hair, trimmed as they were, he gave a sigh. She trembled when he kept on, tracing the crease on either side of her nethers, teasing her with his avoidance.

Everything he did was making her quiver, and she was sure, with how close he was, he could see the swollen button of her clit jump with her need. “Well, Marie? Would you?”

The chef slipped an agile finger tip up the dew coated front of her slit, coating it in her juice and making her inhale; Sharp and swift as if she had forgotten to breathe at all. “Yes, oh god, I would!”

That laugh was amused, and it vibrated through her skin with his closeness.

“Of course you would.”

Monster Hunter Conquest Bundle#2

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How many times can our lovely blonde challenge, and fail, in her quest to prove herself as a skilled monster hunter? Once again, she sets out bravely to battle creatures of every type. From a group of werewolves, to a mysterious basilisk, and even a brooding beast called a mind leech, Siena does her best to take them on in this collection of three stories; Yielding to Werewolves, Yielding to the Blind Beast, and Yielding to the Mind Leech. Enjoy 21k words of steamy sex of every sort!

NOW WITH BONUS ILLUSTRATIONS FOR EACH STORY

WARNING, THIS BOOK IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF FORCED SEX BETWEEN WOMEN AND MULTIPLE MONSTERS. (Gangbangs, Monster Sex,Forced F/F, Mind Control)

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She was about to ask why, to try and understand any of this, when she instead found herself gawking at the sudden bare chest of the red head. The woman was fit, lean, her ivory skin tight with slight muscle. Despite this, her breasts were still ample, round with rouge nipples that stood firm in the light.

'Wait,' she thought suddenly, 'I'm not even into girls!'

The words in response were cool, low, but crisp as autumn in the depths of her brain.

'Then, let us change that.'

The shift was instant, and the young hunter felt her very beliefs, her core being and desires, shifting around like a puzzle box. When the pieces came into place, her eyes were still fixed on her companion, but they were filled with a burning lust that seemed to seep out of the blue. It was concerning, but none the less, arousing.

Swallowing uncomfortably, she yanked her eyes away from Brin, her face flushed as a beet. The sensation was so foreign, the warmth crawling into her lower belly. She could have said, before, that the woman was attractive. But now, her mind was clicking in that she was also beautiful, desirable; Sexy.

When Brin reached down, catching the hem of Siena's leather tunic, she touched her forearms to stop her; She could feel her own hands shaking. “W-wait, Brin, you can't...”

“I don't want to, but I assure you, I can't stop this.” Her voice was low, warm, like melting honey. The heat in her azure orbs made Siena question whether or not she truly didn't want this, and the idea that she could even question such a thing convinced her, truly, of the power of these creatures.

Firmly, the red head yanked the shirt up, pushing away Siena's trembling limbs.

'Why do I feel so weak, why can't I fight her off?'

'Because,' came the familiar voice, 'you want this. You crave this.'

'I don't!'

Naked from the waist down, when Brin traced a finger tip across Siena's skin, between the valley of her firm breasts, she elicited a moan. The touch sent a spark straight into her brain, a coil that rolled languidly back down in a wash of hungry heat.

Was she wrong, did she want this, like the leech said?

'Admit it, I'm right. You're made for this, I only need to look through your mind and see.'

Siena gasped, her companion had leaned down, and their bodies were pressing together.

“Brin, please, stop... fight..”

“Can you fight it?” Brin mumbled into her ear, and it was an odd sensation, to feel the girl's soft tongue licking along the pulsing tendrils of the leech.