Monday, 2 November 2020

Blue Monday: Yan, Tan Tethera, Methera


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To celebrate the e-publication of In Medias Res, a collection of no-holds-barred erotic stories (about 10K each) told in the second person, here's an excerpt from my story Yan, Tan, Tethera Methera. And in case you are wondering what the hell that title means, it's a very old way of counting sheep. It exists - or existed - in many dialect variations across Northern England, but the rhyme I've used goes...

Yan, Tan, Tethera, Methera, Pip,
Sethera, Lethera, Hovera, Dovera, Dick.

This is quite a lot of Dick in my story as it is all about trolls who keep humans as sex-pets. And trolls are not small. 

... And not vegetarian.

This story is pretty damn dark. We're definitely in erotic horror territory. When a human male comes into Methera's life and challenges all her old assumptions, things get very dicey. I wanted to write about the terrible dangers of love, as well as about good old-fashioned monster-fucking πŸ˜‰

Here's a little taste:


Xanto carries you home over one broad shoulder; he moves much more swiftly at his own crouching lope than when he’s letting you set the pace. When he drops down into the cluster of chambers that make up the nest, he’s surrounded at once by your fellow yows, vying to welcome him back. Draped ass-up over his well-padded back, you can hear all and catch glimpses of the others and the caresses they lavish upon him. Pip is literally dancing about in circles, swinging her long, dark braid.

For a while, he puts up with the effusiveness of the welcome, but then he growls, “Enough!” 

Everyone scatters, abashed. 

As Xanto drops you to the floor in front of him, you feel their eyes upon you, curious, but your own attention is, of course, on him. Myriad hands caressing his thighs have had their effect, and his pizzle is swinging heavily between his ankles. You touch it, feeling the ridged silk of the skin and the incredible weight and heat and girth of him. He’s aroused enough for the first exudate to appear at the tip, a clear and slippery gel that creates a blessed natural lube for troll penetration, and you use both hands to smear it back over the cock’s blunt head, hearing his rumble of approval. Grateful tears swell your throat. 

“I don’t want to mate with the tup,” you whisper, working his cock. “I just want you, Papa Xanto. Don’t make me mate with the human, Papa. I love you! You are the only one I want!”

His growl is so deep that it’s almost below the threshold of hearing. “Turn around.” 

You obey, dropping to knees and elbows, tail lifted high, and you feel the heat of his huge body as he squats carefully behind you. “Please, Papa!” 

“Methera, little one,” he says, as he lays one hand between your shoulder blades. You can feel the tips of his claws. “This is foolishness. Are you seeing Yan or any of the others make such a fuss about their tuppings?” 

Yan is watching you darkly from the margin of the cave. 

“No,” you admit.

Xanto draws his claws softly down the smooth skin of your back, while his other hand strokes the ivory stem of your tail, stirring the thick plug within your ass, awakening the dark ripples of readiness that surge through your insides. “Tell me who it is you belong to, little one.” 

You groan as the shifting plug works its secret magic. You’re aware of its presence at all times. How could you not be? But when it is in motion, it overwhelms all else. “I belong to you, Papa Xanto.” 

“That you do. I own your mother before you. Four times I have her tupped, and four beautiful babies she lambs for me in her time. But you are the most beautiful, Methera, and the only one I keep for myself. I love you, little one. I am not wanting to hurt you.” 

“I love you, Papa,” you whimper. “Please.” 

“Then do not irritate me like this. Do as I tell you. If you anger me, Methera, I am eating you in two bites. Is that what you are wanting?” 

The thought of his huge jaws closing about your body, his fangs piecing your sweet flesh, combine with the churning of the tail-plug in your ass to make your sex juices gush. But you answer, “No, Papa,” because you are not stupid. 

“Good girl,” he growls. The clench of your rear is loose with surrender now, and the plug slithers out half-way, stretching your sphincter around the fullest point of its girth. Xanto gives it another pump and a wriggle for good measure, and you groan. “You are my good girl,” he says, a little breathless, popping the tail clear. “I know you are being good.” 

For a moment, you experience the terrible ache of an empty hole—a void that seems vast and unbearable in its hollowness. Your muscles spasm hungrily. You drop your shoulder to the floor and, with one hand, strum your clit-chain. 

Then Xanto presses the tip of his cock to that needy clench and pushes, stretching that gape to its greatest extent. “Ah,” he grunts, drawing his hand down your back and scouring you with his claws. 

You spasm with orgasm, squealing, and though his bluntly pointed tip is as big as your own clenched fist, your ass all but sucks it in. Through the rush of blood in your head, you feel him moving within you, magnificent and careful. He’s far, far too big to sheathe himself full length in your meager human hole, but as he pushes in and pulls out at the entrance, the slippery squeeze on the sensitized tip of his prod is enough to provoke him. With a deep “Uh,” that makes your ears buzz, he spurts, filling your ass with scalding hot troll cream. It squirts out around his shaft as he keeps pushing, in and out, and that slop is enough to set you off again, crying out in abandon. 

The other yows glare and play with their clit-chains, aroused and envious. 


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Sunday, 1 November 2020

Yan, Tan, Tethera, Methera: new story out now!


It's been a long wait but I'VE GOT A NEW EROTIC STORY ON SALE! Yippee!! πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸŽ‰πŸŽˆπŸŽ†

In Medias Res: you in the midst of things, an anthology edited by Rose Caraway, is OUT NOW in e-format and soon to be in audio too!

IN MEDIAS RES puts YOU 'In the Midst of Things.' It's a collection of erotic stories unlike any other. Curated by Rose Caraway, host of the Kiss Me Quick's Erotica Podcast, you will connect with desire and fantasy in a whole new way through tales told in the second-person perspective. Partake in every moment as YOU are cast as the main character in each of these stories.

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It includes my story Yan, Tan, Tethera, Methera - but here's the sparkling author lineup:

1) BASIC TRAINING by Rachel Kramer Bussel:
The phone rings, and you know by the sound that it's your Dom. He wants you, his prized submissive, available tomorrow. He's sending his limo to pick you up early to bring you to his luxurious estate. His plans? A challenge--featuring you, five strangers, and the fulfillment of your fantasies. You will be graded on your performance.

Dr. Bixby-Charles is a goddess of a woman who outclasses you in every way. She's been your tutor since Freshman year. Over these last four years, she's given you an appreciation for the arts, culture, and Jazz--not to mention countless secret erotic fantasies. But now, you're graduating, and it's time to say good-bye to the boy you were and hello to the man you want to become.

3) POS by Sonni de Soto:
You and your husband have learned a lot about one another, playing out sex scenes at home. You've tackled some pretty tricky topics and dealt with intense emotions along the way, which has allowed trust and adventure to blossom in your relationship; it's become your cornerstone--your foundation. Now, you've invited a long-time friend to play out a particularly vicious scene with you. Can you three handle it?

4) UNDER THE LANDSLIDE by Jade A. Waters:
He's at your doorstep, and he's not supposed to be. What you both feel is very real, and it impels you to come together again and again. It's a tangled mess--obsession, moral conflict, knowing there's no future with him. But, hard as you try, there's just no getting around the undeniable passion you both feel. Last time was supposed to be the last time.

5) ODONTE by Tamsin Flowers:
Kit McIntyre is the best Shakespearean actor of his generation, and he's your husband. He commands the stage with every performance while you, his biggest cheerleader, stay in the dressing room with Odonte, a handsome, worldly man...and your best friend. Odonte has many stories to tell, in particular, a provocative tale about your illustrious husband.

6) DOVE SONG by Rose Caraway:
It's 1880. Your Mistress has been dead a year. It's fallen to you to run Wineman House, and its "redeemed whores" with an iron fist, just as you vowed. Guests are to arrive soon--their bids have been placed. You know that promise means denying your pleasures and predilections, as well as losing the girls you've grown to care for--especially Mae, your feisty, freckled love, and Martha, your devoted housemaid who wants nothing more than to bask in your carnal eminence. And then there's Samuel Fairaway, the mansion's renowned gunslinger, whom you've shared a particular brand of violence with, in private sessions.Wineman House's loathsome handyman, Ben, has been slingin' back whiskey all morning, and he wants to be sure you will keep your promise.

7) YAN, TAN, TETHERA, METHERA by Janine Ashbless:
Papa Xanto is the biggest, dirtiest, most formidable troll down in the warren, and you, his most revered human 'yow.' You have been just as dedicated to your intense breeding-tutelage as Pappa has been. Your nestmates are jealous of your many silver piercings, bracelets, chains, and rings, but you are most proud of your girthy, carved ivory tail-plug--having trained so hard to be able to take something the size of an adult troll's pizzle. Today, Papa Xanto is taking you to the tup-fair to find you a suitable human sire. More than anything, you want to bring your Papa offspring and honor.

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I'll be posting an excerpt tomorrow!