Jan 162017
 

I wrote two stories for the webcomic, Tales of Gnosis College. Gnosis College is a place where students and professors tend to engage in erotic mad science that gets out of control. It is written by Dr. Fausts and drawn by Lon Ryden. My contributions were also drawn by Lon Ryden. The first story I wrote stands alone but it also works as a sort of indirect prelude to the second story which ran through the last four months of 2016.

The second story has wrapped up and archive pages have been set up. For your convenience, I made a list of links here.

Trial by Curiosity

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part One

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Two

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Three

Nion Encephalon Enrichment Part Four

Jan 152017
 

This is a 8×11 of Vanessa Ives from the show, Penny Dreadful as drawn by Michael Powell.I am not kidding when I say that Michael is my go-to artist as the man can draw like no one else. From crazy sex fantasies to superheroes to likenesses, Michael can do it all.

Vanessa was played by the wonderful Eva Green which means she is a character that is simmering with dread sexuality of a type I can barely put words to. Vanessa had a strange, weird, sexy arc through the series and even with the series over I have a hard time explaining just what the fuck Vanessa’s deal was but it was always fascinating.

In the series she reads tarot cards, has visions, learns herbalism, has weird mind links, and might be the key to the apocalypse. Powers aside, what really made Vanessa magical was her aura of mystery. She was smart and often holding secrets for your own good. She was doomed, oh so very doomed, but she kept fighting. And when she was cornered, or pissed, then you best run because she will fuck your shit up.

What more could a witch aspire to be?

Jan 092017
 

Lakeview Cabin Collection is a group of small games organized around a fictional franchise of horror movies. You start in a theater and you have the option of “seeing” Lakeview Cabin III, IV, V and VI. Each theater takes you to a different puzzle oriented horror game.

The first game is probably the best at explaining how the games work. You start with four camp counselors charged with getting the camp ready for the summer. You are advised not to get drunk or have sex. The camp is a spacious area filled with rakes, beer, axes, hammers, gasoline and other fun items. It doesn’t take long to figure out how to get your characters naked in their full genital glory. It takes even shorter to accidentally hurt one of your characters with the before-mentioned axes, hammers and gasoline. It is a fun sandbox to play around with and get up to summer sex comedy shenanigans.

The shenanigans end when you notice someone nailed a bird to a wall. You also notice find some scribbled notes from the previous camp kids who were afraid of something. And hey, who is that mysterious man with the red mustache you see hiding in the woods?

As you can imagine, something terrible is coming to kill the counselors and you have to figure out how to take the dangerous items that maimed your counselors when you were dicking around and weaponize them.

The rest of the games play out in similar situations. Part Four is inspired by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Part Five is a mystery set in an 80’s suburb in the style of Halloween or Nightmare on Elm Street. Part Six takes place on a space station and owes big debts to the Thing and Alien.

These games are wonderful tributes to different eras of horror. As a horror fan, I was impressed by how the designer was able to evoke and pay tribute to the movies that inspire him, without turning the games into pastiches. It is a tricky thing to do and I think the games are worth studying just to figure out what that fine line is. A pixel version of Alien’s Ripley as one of your characters works but what would have pushed it over and made it distracting? Hell if I know.

The games are also damn hard and I had to use a walkthrough for each one. It didn’t hurt my enjoyment any. Knowing you have to use a shotgun on a chainsaw wielding maniac doesn’t make shooting a maniac any less exciting.

Why does Lakeview Cabin start with Part III? Because Part I was a free-to-play browser game that you can play here. I suggest you give it a try to see if you like the style of play enough to buy the collection.

 

Jan 082017
 

Who is the mysterious mystic of the Coven? What strange powers does she possess? Where does she come from? What happened to her clothes?

This card is from Tropical_Artist on ebay who makes endless sketch cards featuring Asian women. I have several of his pieces but this one really jumped out at me. It feels like something from a Robert E. Howard story. I doubt he intended her to be a witch but I certainly feel something magical about her.

Jan 042017
 

Explorer’s Log: Thirty days after leaving the station, Beta Yellow, I have reached the star system designated “Queen’s Admirable Use of Sarcasm” by Royal Astronomers. The Carefully Managed Democracy controls this section of space and they have directed me to the fifth planet for what they call, Polite Visitor Welcoming.

This planet is a lifeless rock with zero atmosphere. The Polite Visitor Welcoming Center is a massive complex with stores, lecture halls, biological screening labs, sleeping quarters and prisons. I am expected to attend seminars on history, economics, legal codes and hygiene. Each class gives me credit towards a Visitor Pass which will let me travel freely. Estimated time for completing all of the necessary courses is sixty-two days.

This is unacceptable. I have already spent two days of my six days allowed for exploration by the Royal Navy. I need to stay on schedule for my twenty year mission or else I risk being fined when I return to Euphoria. For the Glory of my Queen, I will figure out a way to skip this needless process. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Queen’s tit, I forgot how insidious bureaucracy is on unenlightened worlds that lack monarchies. Fortunately, I skipped today’s classes and discovered the identity of the official who will sign off on my Visitor’s Pass. I am sure he will agree that I am already a worthy visitor to his civilization.

Vaquel Di slapped the Auto-Pick on the security pad. She looked both ways down the corridor to make sure that she wasn’t being observed. No one was around and why should they be? This was the door to the Supreme Visitor Welcomer.

Still, she tried to appear casual. Vaquel pretended to inspect her skintight black spacesuit was stretched across her generous curves and round butt. She ran her fingers through her short pink hair. At one point, she took out a small mirror and examined her cute brown face and bright red lips. This is what she thought normal people did when they weren’t breaking into somewhere.

The Auto-Pick went to work on the buttons for the lock. It scanned for what buttons were pressed the most often, searched for any biometrics that might be required and looked for any input devices. In the next phase, it looked for any trace elements left behind by fingers, eye lashes or exhalations in order to recreate exact replicas. Finally, it determined what was needed to open the security lock and then recreated the necessary input.

Five seconds later, the lock beeped and the door opened. Vaquel took back the Auto-Pick and smiled. It had been so long since she had been among worlds with decent technology that she forgot that she had the clever device.

Vaquel entered the quarters. A flickering screen illuminated the first room. Lying back on a chair, was the Supreme Visitor Welcomer himself, Officer Makip. He was a Zatty male, which meant he was three meters tall with dark red skin and muscular broad shoulders. His clothes sat in a pile beside him and his massive fist was wrapped around his even more massive cock.

“What the Splor are you doing here?” Makip yelled.

ZAP! Vaquel shot him with her stunner. The Officer jerked and convulsed in his chair for a full minute before passing out.

There was no time to gloat. Vaquel did a quick search of the quarters. There was a kitchen, a dinning area, a pseudo-garden and finally, the bedroom. In the bedroom was a sleeping Zatty woman, snoring and oblivious to the events in the viewing room.

Perfect.

She returned to the viewing room. Officer Makip was still senseless on his chair. The view screen showed a Zatty male being tied down to a table while two Zatty women took turns riding his face.

Vaquel smiled. The janitor she seduced had been correct, Makip was into dominant females. It made up for the sore jaw Vaquel still had from sucking the janitor’s cock.

Reaching into her belt, Vaquel pulled out a spool of binding wire. She re-arranged Makip’s unconscious body so that his hands rested on the arms of the chair while his legs were spread wide. Using the thin binding wire, she secured his limbs to the chair. She wrapped a few extra coils around his waist to bind him to the back of the chair. Once she was finished, she took out a small vial and sprayed the wife.

The wire quickly engorged in thickness while still maintaining the tightness around his body. The chair creaked as the wire constricted around the chair. The wire became cables and was guaranteed by the Royal Navy to be able to bind a large pack animal.

Now, she was ready. Vaquel slapped the officer back into consciousness.

“What is going on?” he demanded.

“Shh,” Vaquel said. “Be quiet or you will wake up your wife. You don’t want her to discover you with your alien whore, do you?”

Makip froze. He looked down at the cables holding him and looked back towards the bedroom. “You’re not my whore,” he whispered.

“Are you sure?” Vaquel said. “Because if she wakes up and sees me with you naked, don’t you think that is what she is going to call me?”

He pulled at the cables. He didn’t move a centimeter. “Who are you?”

“I am Vaquel Di, an explorer from the planet, Euphoria,” she said. “I am ninety classes away from being allowed my Visitor Pass. I thought you could help me out.”

Makip kept pulling on the cables. “Impossible!” he whispered. “The pass requirements are an important cornerstone to our immigration and economic policies! I couldn’t possibly give you a waiver!”

Vaquel reached into her belt and pulled out a small card. “I wouldn’t say that it was impossible. Here is a blank Visitor Pass ready for you to sign. I believe you only have to put your tongue print on it and verbally give me name.”

“Where did you get that?” he demanded.

Vaquel shook her head. “Information on your lax security and bookkeeping will cost you extra. Just stick your tongue on this card and say my name, and I will be out of here.”

Makip glared at her. Dramatically, he closed his mouth and lifted his chin in defiance.

“Fair enough,” Vaquel said. “I don’t blame you. I don’t look the part of an alien whore fucking you while your wife sleeps. If she woke up now, I would just look like a burglar.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. The top half of her spacesuit melted away. Large brown globes were exposed in the flickering light of the view screen. Hard dark nipples topped her soft mounds.

“Better?” Vaquel asked.

Makip kept his mouth shut but his large red cock throbbed.

She grabbed her breasts and pulled on them. The soft flesh was pliant in her hands. Around and around her hands moved, squeezing and pushing her abundant breasts together.

“I am glad you agree,” she said. Sinking down to her knees before Makip, she grabbed a hold of his member. Her fingers barely wrapped around it. The thick head pulsed in her grip.

Vaquel leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the large red cock. She slapped the cock against her tits, the impact causing her flesh to jiggle.

“Sweet democracy,” Makip groaned. His eyes were locked on his red member against her brown tits.

Vaquel spat on his cock and rubbed the spit over him. The cock was so big, that she had to spit several more times to cover it. Once it was slick, she wrapped her large breasts around his pulsing rod. She could barely wrap around him but her interlocking hands covered the gap and locked his cock within her soft skin.

“Keep watching your porn,” Vaquel said. “Keep watching it while I jerk your cock with my breasts.”

Makip’s eyes flicked to the view screen but they were soon back on her. He watched with groans coming from his clenched lips. She had his complete attention while her tits slid up and down his cock.

“Imagine your wife walking in now,” Vaquel said. She sunk down and the tip of his cock rubbed against the bottom of her jaw. “Imagine what she would say.”

The officer whimpered but his cock throbbed between her tits.

“What would she think, seeing you tied up like this? She knows the porn you watch and she knows the kind of things you are into. If she saw you here, tied up with your cock between my tits, who is she going to blame? You, or the poor alien you forced to indulge in your fantasies?”

Makip shook his head but he knew she was right.

“All you have to do is give me my Visitor Pass and I will let you go right now,” Vaquel said.

“No,” Makip groaned. “I could lose my job.”

“You might end up losing your load instead,” Vaquel said. She tilted her head down and stuck her tongue out. His crimson head emerged from between her tits and she have him a lick.

“Great anarchy!” Makip swore a bit too loudly.

Vaquel and Makip froze at the loudness of his swearing. His cock throbbed between her tits. Her tongue was out and still pressed against the slit of his cock. Together they waited to hear if his wife was still asleep.

Silence was followed by a snort, and then the snoring resumed.

“Close,” Vaquel whispered. “You almost woke her. If you had, I wouldn’t have stopped. I would just keep licking, and licking, and licking while she yelled at you.”

To emphasize her point, Vaquel’s pink tongue flicked and fluttered around the head of Makip’s cock. As his cock pulsed and throbbed, her small tongue traced circles on his sensitive skin. A tiny drop of pre-come emerged from his slit and she eagerly licked it up.

“Please, stop,” Makip groaned.

“Are you going to approve my Visitor Pass?” Vaquel asked.

“I can’t,” he whispered.

“Oh, I think you can,” Vaquel said. “For example, I used to think that I couldn’t swallow a Zatty’s large cock but I found out that I could with enough practice. See?”

Vaquel released her breasts from around Makip’s cock and ducked her head down. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the tip of his member. Relaxing her jaw, she made the head disappear along with a few centimeters of his shaft.

Makip clenched his own mouth shut to keep from crying out. He couldn’t believe the small alien slut had actually done it! Her cheeks bulged with the thickness of his cock inside her. Tight red lips were sealed around his rod. He felt her tongue pressing hard against hi.

She looked up at him with her deep brown eyes. A strand of short pink hair fell in front of her face. Around and round her head moved while the rest of her body stayed still, rotating and sucking on the tip of his cock still trapped in her mouth.

The chair creaked as Makip strained against the cables. His hips tried to thrust into the alien’s mouth but he was pinned down. He wanted to grab her head and force her deeper on his cock but his arms wouldn’t move. There was no escape from the sweet torture she was inflicting.

“I can’t,” he groaned. “The government audits Visitor Passes all the time. Oh yes! If they audit yours and trace it back to me, I could get demoted down to-YOUR TONGUE!”

Vaquel’s tongue flicked the slit of his cock. Her tongue pushed, poked and wiggled against the wide opening. While her tongue worked, her cheeks caved in with the force of her suction.

“Fuck!” Makip cried out and once again he was too loud. Vaquel giggled with his cock tip still in her mouth. They listened for snores together.

The snores continued.

Makip let out a deep sigh. “Please, stop. I can waive the culture classes if you want. They are due to be phased out anyway.”

Vaquel pulled her mouth free of his cock. POP! She rubbed the tip of his cock against her cheek. “If you can waive some of the classes, can’t you waive all of them?”

“Maybe,” Makip whispered. “I’ll give your case my special review and get back to you. Maybe you won’t even have to take any more.”

“Maybe sounds a lot like stalling to me,” Vaquel said. “I might be doing this the wrong way. Maybe I should be biting your dick, not licking it.”

Before he could answer, Vaquel lunged down with her mouth. Her teeth closed in a loud SNAP millimeters away from the head of his member!

“No!” Makip snapped before realizing that Vaquel had spared his tender flesh.

There was a snort from the bedroom. The snoring stopped. Makip turned his head to see if the bedroom light would come on.

Vaquel stood up, shaking her head. Makip watched in terror, hoping she wouldn’t make a sound. The brown alien pressed a button on her belt and the black material covering her legs melted away. The melting continued up to her pelvis, revealing a bright pink bush of pubic hair over her small sex lips.

“Fuck,” Makip whispered.

The bed creaked in the bedroom.

Makip squirmed within the cables. His mind was racing with fear. Was his wife getting up? Was she just rolling over? Damn it, why didn’t he close the bedroom door before masturbating?

Vaquel appeared not to care. She jumped onto the chair, her feet on each arm of the chair. Her fingers went to her damp bush and into her pussy. The sound of her wet sex being stroked was louder than the creaking from the room next door.

“Are you giving me my pass, or not?” Vaquel whispered.

Makip didn’t have the courage to say no but he didn’t say yes either.

“Your choice,” Vaquel said and she climbed onto his shoulders. Grabbing the back of his head, she grinded her sex into Makip’s face.

The officer whined, groaned and then started to lick. His cock throbbed with neglect. Warm thighs wrapped around her face and he felt her ankles lock behind him.

“Fuck, I love Zatty tongues,” Vaquel groaned. “They are so wide and nimble. I could ride your face all night. Imagine your wife waking up in the morning and I am still on your face.

Makip whimpered but he also kept licking.

Vaquel held onto his head with one hand while using the other to squeeze a breast. She leaned back while the trapped officer continued to lick. The Zatty male was strong enough to support her body with just his neck and if he couldn’t, well, he should go ahead and approve the fucking Visitor Pass.

“Harder,” Vaquel commanded. “Get that tongue inside me.”

Makip grunted and obeyed.

The snoring resumed in the bedroom. Vaquel wondered if Makip could even hear it with her thighs around his ears. Probably not.

“You’re going to make me climax,” Vaquel warned. “I should warn you, I like to scream. When you make me come with your mouth, I am going to wake your wife up for sure.”

The tongue suddenly stopped. There was muttering from between her thighs. He was trying to say something.

Vaquel reluctantly climbed back onto his shoulders. She dismounted and stood on her bound legs. He looked up at her with pitiful eyes and a wet face.

“You ready to give me what I want?” Vaquel said.

Makip looked to the bedroom and then back to the damp pussy in front of him. He started to say something and then stopped. As his final answer, he shook his head.

“Suit yourself, but you are not worthy of my pussy anymore,” Vaquel said. She turned around, still standing on his legs. Leaning back, she smothered his face with her big round ass.

Makip muttered something but she leaned back harder. “Quit talking and start licking. If you can’t give me my Visitor Pass, then at least put your tongue to work doing something worthwhile.”

The officer obeyed. His thick tongue wiggled and licked her butt cheeks. Vaquel squirmed until his tongue found the tight ring of her asshole.

“Ahhh,” Vaquel groaned. She reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. Fingers were a poor substitute for a tongue but she was too close to care.

Below her, Makip’s red cock throbbed. The thighs that Vaquel were standing on kept shifting beneath her. The cock pulsed and bobbed, desperate for a touch.

Vaquel wondered that she could get him off with her foot. If she pressed her foot against his cock, rubbed it a few times with the arch of her foot, or maybe just her toes, would he release his frustrated seed?

If the asshole ever agreed to her demands, she just might find out.

In the meantime, Vaquel kept grinding her ass into Makip’s face. His nose and tongue were delightful stimulation. Sometimes he struggled as if he couldn’t breathe but Vaquel didn’t care. She was too close to coming herself.

She stroked her sex with increased speed. Her ass slid up and down Makip’s face. She pulled on her nipples. Tension tightened throughout her body as she came closer to climax.

The view screen continued to play pornography. The two Zatty women were taking turns riding the bound Zatty man’s cock. They had some sort of device around his balls to keep him from coming.

Vaquel laughed. The officer was living his own porn fantasy but he didn’t seem happy about it. He was being damn stubborn about her Visitor Pass.

Fuck him. If she can’t get it, at least she can come.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She came and pleasure exploded throughout her body. Makip’s tongue stayed in her asshole, wiggling and licking until every last shudder was out of Vaquel’s body.

“Makip?” a voice shouted from the bedroom. “What was that sound?”

Vaquel moved away from Makip’s face. He looked up at her in terror. His cock throbbed helplessly between his legs.

“Just a movie,” Makip yelled. “I’ll turn it down. Go back to sleep.”

“Quit watching your porn so damn loud,” the woman yelled.

“Sorry!” Makip yelled back.

“Oh I can’t promise to be quiet,” Vaquel said.

“Who said that?” the wife yelled.

“Sorry, couldn’t find the remote!” Makip yelled. “I got it now!”

Vaquel leaned closer to the Makip, her breasts a few millimeters from his face. “Are you sure that you got it now? I feel like I have at least two or three orgasms left in me.”

“Splor’s waste!” Makip snapped. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Give me the Pass!”

Vaquel pulled the Visitor Pass card from her belt and placed it in front of his mouth.

“I hereby sanction this Visitor Pass for Vaquel Di,” Makip said. He stuck his tongue out and licked the card.

“Authorization confirmed!” the card announced. “This Visitor Pass is now certified!”

“Now get me out of here!” Makip said. He pulled at the cables as if they would release him.

Vaquel thought about it. “There is one last detail. See this circle part of my belt buckle? It is a camera. If my card gets suddenly revoked while I am out traveling, I am sending a transmission of everything we have done tonight to your bosses, as well as your wife. So don’t think about fucking with me.”

Makip’s face turned a pale shade of red. His erect cock bounced with renewed lust. “You are the wickedest woman I have ever met.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Vaquel said. “Just for that, I will release you.” She pressed a button on her belt and the cables melted into dust.

As Vaquel walked out of the living quarters, she could hear Makip furiously masturbating behind her.

Jan 022017
 

I made it through the end of December without watching or reading a single “Year in Review” for 2016. Talk about a period of time I don’t want to think about. There was too much death and too much death of hope.

In the past I have scoffed at the idea of the focus of New Year’s as some sort of special time where you should do new things but man, this year I get it. I haven’t been this desperate for a new beginning in a long time.

My wife has a job possibility in Wisconsin. The holidays slowed down the hiring company and we are expected to get some sort of an answer January 10th. All indications are that they would want her to start working by the start of February. That is an insanely short amount of time to move but hey, weirder things have happened. If it plays out, she would be at a much better, higher paying job at a major company. By any definition, that would be a fresh start for 2017.

Of course, if it doesn’t work out, we start 2017 with a big disappointment. Well, shit happens.

I am about 2/3 of the way through my next interactive erotica book and the plan is to finish it this month. That plan goes out the window if I have to pack the apartment but I will happily take that delay. The book is about adultery and it is very different from my usual writing but that was on purpose. After spending two years writing about aliens, it was nice to write about banging your sister-in-law at a family reunion. It might be the most mundane thing I have ever written. I am curious how it will be received.

My other project is I want to create a grimoire of modern demons. Researching medieval demons, I was impressed by how there was a demon for almost every bad habit, slight misfortune or minor inconvenience. There is something therapeutic about having a demon name for the shitty thing that is bothering you. Once you name something and can visualize it, it gets a tiny bit easier to deal with the problem. I would like to try my hand at labeling and containing some of my own demons as well as addressing other demonic perils we all face. Plus, I think it would be a fun project to work on for a year.

This year marks seven years of writing Vaquel stories. Last year, Vaquel traveled through a region of space inspired by the wild frontiers of the Wild West. This year she will travel through a civilized part of space controlled by a government called the Carefully Managed Democracy. I wanted to play around with bureaucracy and contrast the problems that civilized space brings. This was an idea I have planned for since the end of 2015 so I had no idea I would be writing these stories at the time of a possible new dictatorship in my own universe. My goal is to write about a perfectly well meaning but cumbersome government as opposed to parodying real events but hey, you never know what inspirations 2017 may bring.

My other goals this year are more vague. I want to do another comic script for Gnosis College but I am not sure about what. I would also like to write a comic script for Lon Ryden’s Little Green Bastards. The next interactive erotica story after the one I am writing will most likely be about being in a sex magic cult, complete with a description of your initiate rank when you complete the book.

Other than that, I leave the rest of the year open. New opportunities will arise as well as new ideas. It is always good to have something in mind to write when nothing else is there, as well as making sure you don’t overbook yourself to the point that new ideas have to wait until 2018.

I wish you well in 2017. May you this year be better than the last. May you find new delights that you weren’t expecting.

Dec 282016
 

Larina tightened her thighs around the farmer. His muscular body heaved and writhed on top of her. She sunk her fingernails into his back and he thrust faster inside her.

“By the Gods, you are beautiful,” the farmer said.

Larina smiled but didn’t return the compliment. The farmer had a rough odor and a misshapen nose but he was young and fit. Maybe tonight she would finally quench the thirst that had plagued her these past few weeks.

“Red hair,” the farmer grunted. “Big tits, pretty lips, big tits.”

Larina’s smile turned into a smirk. It wasn’t necessary to list her attributes while fucking her but she appreciated the adoration.

It was too bad that adoration wasn’t enough. For some reason, the farmer wasn’t able to bring her to bursting. It didn’t make sense. She had enchanted his cock to be just a little bit bigger and it was the right size. His thrusting was fast and steady. He had a farmer’s strength and endurance. The bed beneath them was barely a pallet but Larina had rutted on far harder ground. She should have burst by now.

She was close. Her nipples were hard. Little tremors ran down her spine. She kept biting her lip. The inside of her sex kept clenching. All the signs were there that she would burst at any moment but nothing was happening.

“Oh, oh, oh,” the farmer grunted.

“No,” Larina moaned. Not now! She needed to delay his bursting. There was a spell for this, taught to her by a witch of nine children. Larina had to act fast.

“By wind, by stream, by root-“

“AGHHH!” the farmer cried and his body froze. Larina’s spell remained unspoken as he his cock burst. Hot seed flowed into Larina. The farmer shuddered, smiled, and shuddered again.

“By the Gods,” the farmer groaned and then rolled off of the witch.

“Fuck!” Larina snarled to herself. She put her hands between her legs. Caring little for the farmer’s pride, she rubbed at her sex. Maybe she could push herself over the edge and burst.

It was useless. Larina could maintain the fires of passion but she couldn’t get them hot enough to make her burst. She stroked nosily on the bed, refusing to give up.

Something white leaped between her legs. It was Cotton, her winged cat familiar. Bright eyes looked at Larina in silent judgment.

“You’re right, I won’t be able to do it myself,” Larina said.

The farmer began to snore.

“Well, what do you suggest?” Larina asked. She was young and new to the ways of witches. Without a coven to guide her, she was used to asking her familiar for advice.

Images filled Larina’s mind: grass fields under moonlight. Musky smells left on bushes. Sharp teeth from behind. Penetration followed by submission.

Larina frowned. The message was clear; go out and find pleasure.

“Fine, it is not like I was going to sleep anyway,” Larina said.

She rose from the bed. Moonlight danced across her naked body. A tattoo on her back may have moved. Red hair flashed on her head and over her goddess lips. Sex sweat shimmered on her skin.

It was easy to dress in darkness. Larina had done it many times the last few years. Witches were often welcome in the magic of the night but less so in the early fires of dawn. Lovers who swore worship in the heat of passion would forget their vows the next morning and ask if you were the reason their horse broke a leg last fall.

Larina left the farmhouse, wrapped in a purple tunic. Red hair flashed like candlelight from beneath her purple hood. There was the clink of charms as she walked. The smell of hazel followed her.

Cotton flew away from the road and towards the woods. He sat on a tree branch, his white fur a beacon in the forest. He feigned interest in a leaf.

Had he seen something he wanted to chase? Larina wondered. She had already asked him one question tonight; his cat nature wouldn’t answer another for some time. The plan had been to take the road but now she wasn’t so sure.

Larina stepped off the road and into the woods. A flush came over her body. She felt hot despite the cool wind.

This was intriguing.

Larina walked into the forest. The crackle of leaves announced her coming. Branches brushed her cheeks in greeting.

Cotton flew ahead and waited for her at another tree. This time he scratched his head with a hind leg.

She kept walking. The heat in her body increased but now her nipples were hard. Their sensitivity made her aware of every jiggle of her round breasts.

A stream blocked her path. Cotton flew down and sat on a hidden log that crossed the stream. He drank, pretending this was the reason he was on the convenient path.

Larina walked across the log. A shiver ran down her back despite the heat flowing within her. Her buttocks clenched in a pleasant manner.

After the stream were briars. A fence of nature ran east and west, north and south. Rabbits sat openly within the protective coils of thorns.

This was no obstacle. Larina remembered a trick taught to her by a Druid couple. She cupped her hands, summoned her power, and then blew a kiss.

The briars moved. Rabbits fled in annoyance. The path was clear once more.

Larina smiled, remembered the long night that the Druid couple helped her practice that kiss. They meant to teach her to open briars and hedges but the kiss also opened thighs as well.

Next was a fork in the path. Cotton sat indifferently on a stump. He washed his wing, uncaring of Larina’s questioning look.

The witch took a few steps down the right-hand path. The heat within continued to burn. Her nipples ached against her clothes. Shivers ran up and down her spine.

She returned to the crossroad and went down the left-hand path. The heat roared to an inferno. She bit down on a lip. Her buttocks clenched and wouldn’t relax. A surge of wetness flowed from her sex and down her thighs.

This was where she was meant to go.

Larina took the left-hand path. Cotton took to the sky. The fickle guide wanted her to learn something for herself. Or just as likely, the winged cat saw a bird it wanted to bring down.

Flames beckoned from a clearing. Someone had set a fire. Around the fire danced a shape, twirling and leaping into the air.

A groan escaped Larina’s lips. Longing rose within her. The heat became unbearable. She tore at her garments with frantic hands. Clothes dropped behind her as she walked to the fire until only the cloak remained on her nude body.

As she came closer, the dancing shape became easier to see. It was a woman but of a beauty that made Larina’s mouth water. What she thought was an intricate headdress was the woman’s own white hair, woven with sorcerous skill. A simple shirt stretched across enormous round breasts. Lithe legs danced and twirled from within a short black skirt. The woman moved and writhed with the flames as if they were one.

What strange dance was this? Was it a ritual to an unknown spirit? Could it be a spell from an unfamiliar school of magic?

Larina didn’t care. All she saw was a lovely body. All she felt was the burning pyre between her legs. Right now, all Larina could think about was that this woman might be what she had been craving.

The woman kept dancing, her focus solely on the fire. Larina came closer and reached out. Her arms encircled the strange woman with the white hair and before she knew what she was doing, she was pulling the woman towards her.

The woman ceased dancing. Instead of struggling, she fell back into Larina’s arms. Her neck dipped to the side and a single drop of sweat glimmered on her skin.

Larina kissed the spot. Her tongue lapped the sweat.

The woman groaned. She grinded back towards Larina. Firm buttocks separated by a black skirt rubbed against the fiery bush of Larina’s sex.

“More,” the woman moaned.

Larina groaned. Her hands pulled and tugged on the woman’s clothes. The frenzy in which she had disrobed herself was nothing compared to the fury in which she stripped the woman in white. Within seconds, the woman’s chest was bared and Larina was exploring those bewitching mounds.

Shivers ran up Larina’s arms when her hands gripped the woman’s breasts. When her fingers touched the woman’s nipples, shocks ran through her hands. As she caressed and teased the woman’s plentiful mounds, they grew warmer and warmer until they were almost too hot to touch.

“What is happening?” Larina whispered in the woman’s ear.

“Shh,” the woman said and she turned Larina’s mouth towards hers.

They kissed. Sparks fell from their lips and scorched Larina’s breasts. Any pain was obliterated in the soothing coolness of the touch of the woman’s tongue. When Larina surrendered her mouth to the kiss, she felt lightning’s touch travel her body all the way to her clenching toes.

The kiss continued. Larina felt Cotton’s eyes upon them. She felt another animal’s eyes and somehow knew it was a fox. Through their eyes, Larina saw two women, one cloaked in purple with red hair, the other pale as snow, devouring each others mouths.

The kissing intensified. Larina tasted woman and magic. Her lips nibbled and played. Their tongues danced.

When the kiss broke, Larina’s lips tingled. She stared into eyes as clear as glass. Deep within those eyes were fire; fire that was the twin of the fire between Larina’s thighs.

The woman sat on the ground, pulling Larina with her. It was unnecessary; Larina would have run through a hundred forests to be with this woman.

As soon as they touched the ground, Larina crawled on top of her. She explored the strange woman with her mouth and hands. Fingers groped while lips kissed. The woman’s nipple tasted like meadowsweet. Teeth bit while backs arched. The woman’s sex was covered in fur as white as snow. Nipples were pulled as thighs rubbed together.

The white-haired woman was equally enflamed. She bit down on Larina’s hard nipples. As Larina shuddered, fingernails dug into her buttocks. The woman’s talented tongue did something mystical with Larina’s belly button.

Together they rolled on the grass. Larina giggled as their limber intertwined. Breasts pressed against breasts. Thighs pushed against damp sexes. Lips found each other again and were reunited.

Larina groaned into the woman’s mouth. Their legs were raised against each other’s most intimate place. Slowly they began to rock together, the friction of their thighs grinding into slick grooves.

Magic ran through them as rocked back and forth. Sparks leapt between their rubbing breasts. Small thunders in the air echoed their moans. A light mist formed in answer to the every increasing dampness between their thighs.

Something was happening, something more magical than simple lust. Larina felt the magic soaring through her but it wasn’t leaving. It simply grew inside her and with every grope, kiss and grind, the magic swelled.

The white-haired woman felt it too. Larina could see the magic in those clear eyes. The only difference was that while Larina was curious, the woman appeared completely unconcerned.

“It is time,” the woman said.

Larina was on her back at the moment, and the woman was on top of her. The woman turned around on top of Larina and her head was near Larina’s sex while her thighs encompassed Larina’s face. The white bush of the woman’s sex dripped desire onto Larina’s lips.

It tasted like rosewater.

The woman dipped her head between Larina’s open thighs. Fingers pulled apart the petals of Larina’s sex. An eager tongue drank all that Larina had to offer.

Larina cried out. A flash of power surged through her and she saw herself in the distant future, crowned with magic and a Queen among witches. A finger slipped inside her sex and the vision was gone, replaced by the blindness of pleasure.

The tongue kept licking and Larina kept moaning. The fire raged within her body. She writhed and twisted under the woman’s skilled mouth. Her hips rose in a vain attempt to copulate with the woman’s face.

Still, she could not burst. Never had she ever been this aroused but yet she still couldn’t cross over the threshold of bliss. No amount of magic or willing tongue could push her over.

Larina reached up and pulled the woman’s hips down to her. The snow bush lowered to Larina’s waiting lips. She channeled her frustration into her lips and tongue. All of her passion she put into licking the strange white sex of the mysterious woman.

Magic surged through Larina once again but this time, it flowed through the stranger as well. Tongue to sex, sex to tongue, the circle had been completed. The power spun within them, being swapped back and forth

Larina discovered the name of the woman’s fox familiar and his role in her freedom. She knew the secret of the white hair. Spells, charms and forbidden lore passed into her mind and stayed in her memory.

She kept licking. So did the woman.

Larina also knew that the woman was learning just as much about her. Larina felt her spells being shared with the woman. A secret tryst never told became known to the woman. The mystery of her tattoo was laid open as easily as Larina’s damp thighs.

Finally, after all this time, Larina felt she was about to burst. The sexual frustration of weeks rose within her like a storm and like a lightning bolt, when it came, it was accompanied by thunder.

“Great Astarte!” Larina cried as the heavens, as well as her thighs, shook.

The woman shouted too and the shudders of her body on top of Larina made clear that she had enjoyed a similar breakthrough.

After a moment of mutual shaking, the white-haired woman rolled off of Larina. They laid side by side, their hands joined. Both of their mouths were slick from the other’s pleasure. Above them, stars shot across the sky. Larina wondered if it was brought on by their mating or was that just another magical act completely unrelated?

“What was that?” Larina asked. “What we just did. I feel like I know but it is slipping away.

“That was witchfire,” the woman said. “The inner flame of passion is stoked by witchcraft. Normal lovers are useless when the witchfire strikes.”

“I’ve noticed,” Larina said. “Is this the only way to quench it?”

“Oh yes,” the woman said. “That is why we have covens. You never know when you need to sate the fire, so it might as well be with a friend.”

“I never had a coven,” Larina said.

“I felt the burning in my flesh,” the woman said. “I knew someone had witchfire and I knew they were near. I assumed it was one without a coven so I built the fire and hoped to lure you.”

“It was a test,” Larina knew. “You built the fire so that only one with skill and intuition would find you.”

The woman giggled. “And why would I be testing you?”

“Because you want me to join your coven,” Larina said. “You want to know if I am worth teaching.”

“Maybe” the woman said and her hand moved to Larina’s thigh. “Or maybe I just wanted to be consumed in the flames of a lovely redhead.”

Larina rolled over onto her side. She looked at the woman’s beautiful body by campfire light. Shadows danced across pale curves and sweaty skin.

“I think the witchfire is gone,” Larina said. “But I have other fires that need to be quenched.”

The woman laughed and rolled back onto Larina’s waiting body.

*This story was inspired by Friend of the Blog, Tim’s wonderful Larina character.*

Dec 262016
 

Darth Vader is a comic series written by Kieron Gillen and illustrated by Salvador Larroca. It takes place shortly after the events of the movie, Star Wars and ends right before the movie, the Empire Strikes Back. At 25 issues, it is a relatively short series.

Personally, I feel like I grew out of Star Wars when I was twelve. At that point I had discovered the fiction that inspired Star Wars and was ready to move on from what I considered to be a pale imitation. The prequels reaffirmed that opinion although Force Awakens was able to rekindle my initial nostalgia for the franchise.

I bring this up to give you an idea of how surprised I was to enjoy Darth Vader. Gillen approaches the story in an interesting way, which is that when the Death Star blew up, Vader was the only survivor of the greatest military disaster in Empire history, therefore he gets the blame. Vader is in the doghouse with the Emperor and the Emperor starts looking for other righthand beings to terrorize the universe. Vader has to assemble his own private army against his political rivals as well as justify his continued existence.

This means we get some of the greatest characters to ever grace a Star Wars story. Doctor Aphra is a cunning woman who specializes in droid archeology. Triple-Zero is a protocol droid who really likes to torture and kill organic beings. BT-1 is an gun arsenal disguised as a astromech droid. There is a bunch of cool bounty hunters and surprisingly cool Imperial commanders. It is a grand buffet of evil.

But more importantly, there is a grand sense of space opera with cool science fiction concepts that is often missing in Star Wars. The Emperor’s side project involves telekinetic cyborgs as the next logical step after putting Vader in a metal suit. Heists are done with real space physics. There is a sense of real Imperial logistics that go beyond the simple bad guy tactics of the movies.

And with this amazing supporting cast, interesting world and neat politics is Darth Vader himself. This Vader has seen some shit and he is annoyed that he has lost his rightful rank of Supreme Badass. Gillen makes the right choice in never giving Vader an internal monologue which keeps him as the scary mofo in a black suit that he is. At the same time, what little peeks into his character we do get is a reminder that Vader was once a great Jedi who has made some really nasty choices and quite frankly, he is not done making those nasty choices just yet.

Probably the best compliment I can give this series is to describe what I felt when I watched the recent Rogue One movie. At one point, Vader in the movie kills a bunch of rebels. He tears a path in a fight scene using force powers, his lightsaber, some choking and being an all around shitkicker. After his glorious murder-sequence, my thought response was, “Oh wow! It’s Kieron Gillen’s Vader!”

In closing, I would also like to add that this is a surprisingly funny series as well. Sure, Vader is a moody silent killer, but the droids are the best murder comedy team you will ever read. You owe it to yourself to read it for the droids alone.

Dec 182016
 

I have come down with a nasty case of food poisoning. I also broke my personal best fever with a fever of 104.1. I am on antibiotics but until I can string two thoughts together, I think blogging is a bit out of the question.

Read my archives and send plenty of fluids.

Dec 152016
 

Chapter Three of The Nion Encephalon Enrichment is up for your viewing! It is written by me, illustrated by Lon Ryden and takes place in the Gnosis College universe of Dr. Faustus.

In this thrilling installment, the women of Delta Phi sorority rescue the sigil-enhanced Austin from the sinister clutches of blood-drinking academia, and that isn’t a metaphor! Thrill to science weapons! Witness face-fucking drones! Leer at a naked clown woman in 75% of the scenes! Marvel at even more exposition on what the fuck is going on!