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Succubus: A Futanari Tale

So, I have been working on the succubus series today and I thought I would share a little teaser. I mean, who doesn’t like some hot, free futanari action, right?

If you haven’t read the whole story, you should get over to my Patreon and check it out. I post a ton of free stuff over there too, so please check it out. (And, you know, if I get you all excited, you can buy me a Latte. I mean, come on, you like the way I get you excited. I know you do.)

Here’s a teaser:

Olivia’s magic washed across me. “You’re so fucking sexy. Did you see that cop cum the minute you showed him your tits?”She smiled and licked her lips.

Her tone melted me. I was hers. “Well come here,” I got on my hands and knees and started to crawl across the space between us.
“Oh, no, Abi,” she gave me a wicked smile, “this is going to be your thrill ride.”
Instantly she was behind me.
The moment I realized it, her hands were already on the inside of my thighs, spreading my knees.
I obeyed and spread my legs. I lifted my ass in the air and laid my head on the mattress.
I wanted this so bad.
I had missed Olivia.
I had missed the magic.
Her hair tickled my thighs. Then I felt fingers on my bathing suit, the fabric was stretched and pulled aside. The air was cold as it washed across my wet pussy lips, but Olivia’s breath warmed me.
“What if they hear us?” I asked looking toward the door.
“They won’t,” the words came from behind me, just before Olivia’s rough, little tongue spread my pussy folds and lapped at my hole.
I quivered.
Her hands squeezed my thighs as she lapped at my dripping wetness, sucking at my lips.
It felt so good.
A hand cupped my right breast and tugged the bikini down over my nipple.
The warmth of the magic grew.
My body ached with longing.
I arched my back and pressed against Olivia’s mouth.
Her tongue moved from my clit back to my hole.
Then she pressed her tongue against my entrance.
I relaxed. She was so skillful with her tongue, so attentive, had been since we were little.
Her tongue stretched me open and pressed inside.
I smiled and bit my lip. “God yes.” I said, bathing in the pleasure.
Then she went deeper.
I gasped.
Her tongue felt like it was growing longer, like it was growing inside of me.
My body shifted, I arched my ass higher, drawing it deeper. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.
It moved inside of me until it found my secret spot, the spot that shot lightning behind my eyes.
I moaned as her tongue strummed my most sensitive parts.
She pinched my nipple.
I closed my eyes. “Oh, my god!”
“Not yet,” Olivia chuckled behind me.
Her voice sounded different. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw the two horns, just like the demon had.
My breath caught in my throat.
And then a long thin tail whipped back and forth in the air, the barbed end a little triangle of reddened flesh.
“Olivia,” I called her name as I began to drown in the first orgasm.
She pulled away from quivering pussy, her long barbed tongue slithered out like a snake.
She sat back, and I saw her new form. She was hybrid, a mix of the Olivia I knew, and something that Olivia had turned into.
The same red hue of the demon’s skin was splattered here and there across her body, concentrated on the skin around her horns and tail, but also around her breasts and the new addition that bulged from behind her bikini bottom.
She grinned at me languidly and pulled the strings that had been tied at her hips.
Her cock sprang into view and she spread her legs. “I told I have been changing.”
I stared in awe at the swollen pussy at the bottom of her stalk of cock flesh.
I turned around on the bed and crawled toward her. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”
“I want you to suck it,” she grabbed the base of it and waved it in my direction.
I crawled between her legs. The penis she had grown was as large as my dad’s with a mushroom head and the squiggly vein along the back.
The magic surrounded us. Olivia in her new form was magnificent. Her body was long and lean, her breasts were large and firm, and her new appendage made my mouth water.
I smiled at her. I wanted it in my hand, I wanted to please her. I wanted to give her what she needed.
I wrapped my own fingers own fingers around the hot flesh and squeezed.
Her tail slipped around my back and then around my breast. It tightened like a snake and the tip of the barbed tail stroked my aching nipples.
Olivia exhaled slowly.
She felt so good and thick in my hand. I wanted more. I sank down into her lap.
She reached out a hand and wrapped my long curls in her grip.
I heard her breath quicken.
I smelled her lovely scent. It was something like a cross between ash and sex. Then the plush tip pressed against my lips.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My mouth opened, and I slid my head into the dark of her lap.
Pulling back, I let my wet lips drag back up the sensitive skin of her cock to the very tip.
Olivia’s hips moved and I felt her body quiver.
Then, in a slow rhythm, I bobbed my head on her dick, coating with a thick layer of my saliva.
She throbbed between my lips, her cock hard against the back of my throat.
She moaned.
Her tip prodded my tonsils as she began to slowly thrust.
I moaned as her tail slipped along my belly until the barb found my clit.
I couldn’t see anything. I imagined what her thick cock must have looked like as it moved back and forth, deeper and deeper with every thrust. I pictured the look n her face, the contorted pleasure.
I rolled my tongue around the bulging tip.
I felt the gentle motion of the waves on the boat.
My body ached as it rushed toward orgasm.
I moaned and dove deeper.
The little barb of Olivia’s tail slipped between my dripping lips and my pussy tightened around it.
My eyes rolled. I knew the head of her dick was down my throat now. I twisted and shook my head.
Olivia’s hips drove up hard.
I still needed more.
I reached down and played my fingers through Olivia’s quim. Her moans grew louder and her thrusts more urgent.
I swallowed and then pulled away for a breath.
Her cock popped from my lips. I leaned down and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth as my hand easily stroked her slippery dick.
And then she was behind me.
A hand on my neck pressed my face into the pillow.
The other hand gripped my hips and pulled me back like I was a rag doll.
Her strength, just the way she handled me, made me cum.

Succubus: The Witch’s Assistant

succubus: the witch's assistant

If you’re a patreon, you’ve been watching this succubus story come to life. It’s been a fun evolution. If you aren’t in the top tier over on Patreon, (Those in the $10 tier got the entire book early.)  the book is available at Amazon and Smashwords! To those who are new, here is the blurb and short sample:
Abi and Olivia have been friends since they were six. Olivia believed in magic. Abi didn’t. And their whole lives they had both been right. Olivia cast spells and performed rituals, Abi helped, and nothing ever happened. 
Olivia never gave up though and now, she is pretty sure she’s onto something. She just needs help, a little more energy. When she asks Abi, the answer is what it has always been – an exasperated yes. How could Abi mind? Olivia has pretty much guaranteed her at least one orgasm in exchange for her help.
Of course, help comes in many forms and what the two of them discover will change everything.
The Witches Assistant is an immersive, erotic thriller. A thrilling debut to a magical story.
Her tongue was rough as it moved around the stiff flesh.
An orgasm started to build.
I leaned back and focused on the wooden cock. It felt like it was alive, like a real cock fucking me. I ground my hips against every thrust, deeper and faster. Every time it moved into me, more energy seemed to fill me. 
I looked up at Olivia, but her eyes were closed in ecstasy.
I looked around. 
The room was dark or gone, I couldn’t tell, but there was definitely something else. Something I couldn’t see, like a presence, like someone watching. 
“Giv mig kvinden, Kate, og jeg vil tilbede dig for evigt.” Olivia’s voice was hoarse as she kept driving the phallus in and out of both of us.
My orgasm grew closer. 
The cock in her hand changed. Symbols blazed across the surface. They looked like they were lit with fire for a moment and then they faded.
Olivia gasped and let go of the moving shaft.
Now it was just us, our bodies moving against the tool between us. My hips moved back, and the wood slid deep inside. Then I shifted.
I spread my legs and thrust forward, meeting the assault. I wanted more. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I had never been fucked so well. My hips moved on their own, meeting every opposing thrust.
I ground the head of the cock into my spot as it slid back and forth, banging against me depths, sucking my breath away.
“Don’t stop,” I screamed as the room began to spin.
As usual, all of my work is available on Amazon and Smashwords or, buy me a latte and read until your heart’s content over on my Patreon page.

Futanari Comic – Supplicant to become a new futanari comic

The first book in the Blue Futanari series, Supplicant, is becoming a futanari comic!

I have been working with an absolutely fabulous artist, Fred,  to turn the first book into a futanari comic. It’s something I have always wanted to do. I mean, who doesn’t like a sexy comic?

Blue Futanari Comic - page 1
First page is in ink!

Working with Fred from DeviantArt has been a dream and his work is absolutely lovely.

I am doing my best to pay for the project page by page using any money I can scrape together. It’s slow going, but I want it to be perfect rather than a rush job.

If you are interested in supporting the project, please head over to my Patreon page. The more support, the faster the project will move along.