The Human Cow: Transformed and Milked

Here's that fetish short I promised you all! In the same vein as my previous title, Milked by the Aliens, The Human Cow features a woman transformed to provide human milk... but this time with an animalistic twist - the heroine, Abby, becomes a cow-woman as her breasts grow and begin to produce milk!

Read an exclusively steamy excerpt!

Another glass, another, and now she was drinking straight from the cool glass bottle, head swimming with the taste – licking the last drop from the lip of it, seeking more and not finding it…

She set the bottle down, licking her lips. There was a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach now, even though the cream had been quite cold.

“Great stuff,” she sighed contentedly. “Really great. I mean, wow...” Abby blinked, trailing off. The warm, tingling feeling – it was really quite pleasant – seemed to be spreading through her, making the small fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stand on end. “What…?”

Mr. Nicholson smiled at her, and now she could see the edge of eagerness behind it – not just eagerness for a new creation to receive a good reception. A look of expectation.

She looked down at herself and gasped in surprise. All she felt was the sense of pleasant, tingling warmth, almost like a warm breeze on her skin, but she could see her breasts growing, swelling like ripe and heavy fruit. What had been modest handfuls strained against her bra until she felt the clasp give with a pop.

“What did you-“

As soon as she began to speak, Abby felt the warmth shifting – even as her breasts continued to grow larger and heavier, she could feel a strange (but not unpleasant) tingling at the base of her spine and a bit above her ears. She turned to her reflection in the dark glass of the window and gasped out loud.

Her figure was now curvaceous to an extreme, but that wasn’t all. A pair of tiny, nublike horns grew from her head, small but still obvious – and she recognized them as a cow’s horns, the kind that the females of some breeds had. Even if she hadn’t recognized them, the skinny, hair-tufted tail that now extended from the base of her spine, just above the waist of her skirt, would have made it obvious.

Somehow, the delicious cream had turned her into some kind of human-cow hybrid.

Available now for Kindle, Nook, and on Smashwords in a variety of formats

The Minotaur's Virgin Bride - New Release!

Looking for rough monster or beastman sex? Maybe you'd like a beautiful fantasy-Greek virgin thrown in? I have just the story for you, reader! ;)

The Minotaur's Virgin Bride, available now for Kindle, Nook, and on Smashwords!

This 10,000 word erotic short story follows the beautiful virgin noble Penelope, who has been chosen to save her kingdom in the only way possible: she must be sacrificed to the ravenous minotaur that rules the isle across the river. But when Penelope gives herself over to her fate, she discovers that the minotaur has no wish to devour her – it wants her supple young body for other purposes. Can she tame the beast, or will Penelope give herself over to her wild side?

Includes peril, adventure, a prayer answered, and a world-shaking defloration of a beautiful virgin by a virile, beastly minotaur!

Read an extra-steamy excerpt, exclusive to the blog:

Even as Penelope blinked in surprise at the thought, wondering where it had come from, the beast moved. It released her hands, though she could still move no more than she could fly. The rough hoof-fingers pulled aside her cloak and tore clumsily at her dress, and she knew then what it wanted.

Not her life, not to eat her, but the comfort that a beautiful virgin girl could bring to such an unmistakably male creature. Her eyes widened at the realization of what was to come – and to her surprise loins trembled in anticipation. What would it feel like? She would find out.

The creature tore aside her dress with ease, laying her bare. Its eyes were hungry as it held her gaze, and the rough strange hands touched her smooth high breasts, squeezing appraisingly. It almost hurt, and Penelope felt herself shudder. The beast rumbled wordlessly, but somehow she felt a sense of approval – whatever the test had been, she had passed it.

The minotaur hoisted her up into its arms and carried her over to a long-unused stone table. Penelope offered no resistance; she was transfixed. Some small part of her kept note of where her knife had fallen, in case she survived this. Now that she knew what the beast was after she suspected she would.

It laid her out there, hard hands questing to tease apart her milk-white thighs, denting the tender flesh. Her lips rounded a sigh of longing. Penelope found herself wanting the minotaur’s perverse attentions, wanting to give in to the lust his scent had planted in her. She felt warm all over, tender and fragile as a butterfly’s wing under those strange rough hands.

The beast had her legs spread wide now and her body spread-eagled on the cold stone. Even in the gloom she could see that its thick, massive cock was hard, standing proud and ready. Something inside her fluttered at the sight, a strange and almost familiar feeling.

With rough almost-hands the minotaur gripped her delicate curved hips, pulling her nearer to the massive member that was waiting for her. Her mouth felt dry and hot with hunger for it, and she could see the same half-crazed lust reflected in the monster’s eyes. Some small part of her was repulsed by the beast, wanted to fight back, to regain her freedom – but it was a small part and instead Penelope only lay there, her most secret places laid bare to this strange beast.

“Mine,” the creature snarled again, and with that he entered her, the huge cock breaching her maidenhead with a strange half-pain half-pleasure. Penelope cried out in pain and want, wrapping her legs around the monster’s waist as it filled her entirely. She felt as if she would split in two from the sheer girth of the beast’s manhood, but somehow her body could take him in whole. Heat radiated up from her stuffed, abused loins, filling her from tip to toe just as wholly as the beast’s cock filled her...

A Tuesday treat: coupon code

A treat for you all: a coupon for my newest story, Hunting the Alpha! It's a gay erotic fantasy short, featuring a shapeshifter bounty hunter, a werewolf, and the pack he's made for himself.

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Hunting the Alpha

"Hello again, pack-brothers! What news do you have for me?"

One of them bowed his head respectfully as the other spoke. "Rolf, we did not see-"

He was cut off as the storyteller pounced on him like lightning, pinning him to the ground and smiling too wide - no, baring his teeth. His voice was sharp as he spoke.

"What do you call me when you speak to me and I have not given you permission to use my name, Henry?"

Henry winced and let out a low whine, groveling under Rolf. "Alpha, I am sorry, I did not mean to disrespect you - it is all so new still -"

Rolf bit his throat and drew another whine from Henry. The men around them were watching silently, with something strange in their eyes… was it eagerness?

"Whelp! On your hands and knees like the insolent pup you are, or I will tear your throat out!" Rolf snarled. The unfortunate Henry whined and whimpered like a dog - like a wolf, Derik thought quietly - and rolled onto his hands and knees. Rolf yanked Henry's trousers down, unbuttoning his own.

Hope you enjoy it!