Thursday, July 25, 2013

#52 Books - June

More from my doomed mission to read 52 books for the year.  Leaving aside the initial cost of the kindle, ebooks are ridiculous value for entertainment hours at the moment.  The Herbert I picked up for 20p as part of Sony's (or someone else's) plan to take on Amazon (not too bright: you want to sell it for 20p?  Sure, we'll sell it for 20p too).  I also picked up most of Sinister Grin's backlist for less than a quid each as Shane McKenzie put on a promotion the weekend he went to the World Horror Convention (A smart move - I'll be checking out more of their books based on what I've read so far.)

#13: China Miéville – Embassytown

Miéville is one of my favourite authors.  If I had to pick a favourite book of all time it would probably be Perdido Street Station, although The City & The City might technically be the better book.

Embassytown is... tough.

Embassytown is Miéville’s foray into the type of science fiction concerned with space and alien planets, although the book is primarily concerned with language.  The eponymous Embassytown is a human city on Arieka, a planet right at the edge of known space.  The planet’s inhabitants communicate through two voices and the only way humans can speak back is to raise twins to speak simultaneously.  Then the humans try something different with catastrophic results...

Miéville’s great strength is the ability to write about the alien as if he’d actually been there.  Embassytown is no exception.  Unfortunately the book is very arid and a little too academic in style.  It is very slow-paced at the beginning while he sets up the world and background.  Most of this detail becomes important later, but I suspect a lot of readers will find it a little too dull.  The book was left half-read on my kindle for a very long time before I forced myself to finish it.  When it comes together towards the end it is very good—there is a real sense that the planet and the previously almost ephemeral narrator have undergone epochal change—but it asks a lot of readers to get that far.

#14: Shane McKenzie – Muerte Con Carne

It’s a Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but with Mexican luchadors instead of chainsaws.  Or rather a huge, fuck off, pound-you-into-mince-and-serve-you-up-in-a-taco luchador.

McKenzie’s book is a solid slab of splattergore featuring a family of crazed cannibals picking off illegals crossing the Mexican border.  There’s nothing really new here, but it’s executed well.  Marta and Felix, the hapless bickering couple dragged into the carnage, are imperfect human beings trying to do the right thing.  There’s enough to provoke sympathy from the reader, but also enough flaws to make you fear they won’t get through this.

Of course the key part of this type of book is the Grand Guignol ending and McKenzie doesn’t disappoint with plenty of splattered organs and some gruesome imagery to test the stomach.  Recommended for gorehounds everywhere.

#15: James Herbert – Ash

The last novel from legendary Brit horror writer, James Herbert, who tragically died earlier this year, and it’s madder than a box of frogs.  This reads like his revenge fantasy on the establishment as he blends fact and fiction into imaginative conspiracy theory.  There are fictional explanations for Lord Lucan’s disappearance, Dr David Kelly’s suicide and a host of past scandals.

I’ll drop an important caveat that this is a very British novel.  I suspect the use of real-life political scandals and establishment figures might leave a lot of non-British readers completely nonplussed.

Paranormal investigator David Ash is sent to investigate a spooky Scottish castle by a secretive and powerful organisation.  Similar to the cult British TV series The Prisoner (remember that one), the castle is a dumping ground to allow wealthy, well-connected individuals whose lives have been blotted by one criminal scandal or another to escape jail and live out their lives in luxurious exile instead.  Until now, because dark supernatural forces are rising and James Herbert is here to dish out the justice their real-life counterparts never received.

Herbert’s style is never going to win awards, but he’s always had a flair for the set pieces and one, with Ash and his love interest being threatened by a pack of possessed wildcats, is effectively tense.  Unfortunately the book suffers from trying to do too much.  Herbert’s secretive Inner Court organisation comes across as too venal and incompetent to be truly terrifying adversaries.  Even the dark supernatural forces set against them seem reduced to little more than bit players in an explosive climax that doesn’t really ignite.  It’s a fun read, but ultimately gets a little too silly near the end.

#16: Nate Southard – Down

Cool, another monster book and one that zips along at a ferocious pace.  A rock band’s chartered plane goes down in deep forest and, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the survivors are menaced by a creature in the darkness.

I love monster books, so I was always going to like this.

The book is short, but gives the impression that’s because it’s been sent down to the gym and worked out until there’s not an ounce of fat left.  No flab to slow down the pace here at all.  I read it in two tasty gulps and enjoyed it thoroughly.

I was also pleasantly surprised when the explanation for the monsters turned out to be different, more supernatural, than I’d been expecting.  There is a Lovecraftian touch to what’s happening, but from first principles and without the usual how-many-Great-Old-Ones-can-I-reference baggage.

As an aside, I did chortle afterwards when I remembered the page at the start indicating the book’s events took place in 1993.  I wonder how tempted Southard was to write “i.e. before every fucker had their own fucking mobile phone to ruin good horror plots everywhere” underneath.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Hentai Game Roundup - Summer 2013

After the success of Monster Girl Quest monster girl eroges appear to be a thing now.  I haven’t covered any in a while because...well...Monster Girl Quest chapter 3 and its 80-odd separate scenarios.  The games are still coming out and here are a few worth checking out:

Violated Hero III

The Violated Hero series is onto the 3rd Installment.  This time it looks like you get to battle a nine-tailed fox spirit in a Medieval Japan-themed world.  The series has always had gorgeous artwork and fully-voiced H-scenes.  As with the last game there are fifteen new monster girls to ‘play’ with.  Be warned, they like to play rough.  The Violated Hero series doesn’t have the same enthusiasm for vore as MGQ, but they do like the classic S&M scenarios, so expect plenty of sadistic femdom taunting and a few ‘ouch, that looks painful’ (the plant girl has thorns there!?) moments.

Gamplay-wise they appear to have ditched the pseudo-3D dungeon crawling in favour of the branching event-chain maps similar to quest mini-games of Lvl1 Hero Breeding Plan.  A lot of the tutorial text is embedded in the artwork.  This would make working out which stat is which a problem, but thankfully Dargoth has already produced an English patch.  Get that from here before playing the game.

I’ll be playing the game over the weekend and will probably throw up a review next week.

Ever Dance With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight

Spillasoft’s follow-up/prequel to their Nymph Principal visual novel.  A succubus comes to a man with a challenge to see if he can resist her temptations over the next seven days.    The artwork looks like it’s been done by the same person (Nymph Principal was a little all over the place with the differing art styles).  The H-scenes seemed a little lacking in sound effects from what I saw.

House of Monster Girls

Hmm, wonder what body part fetish this is targeting.  I’ll freely admit to liking a big pair of boobs, but there are limits...

Okay, maybe there aren’t.  I still bought the game.

Another visual novel.  You find yourself in a spooky mansion inhabited by lusty monster girls.  There are five monster girl characters in total (slime girl, alraune, lamia, doll, succubus) each with two scenes.  Seems okay from my quick peek, although possibly a little too much text slowing things down.


I think this one’s been out for a while.  I remember playing the demo a while back.  It’s another top-down RPG-maker-type clone.  The combat encounters are all sex battles—the only sword the hero gets to use is the one between his legs.  Sex combat seemed fairly well done from what I saw, with some animation to liven things up.  Unfortunately it doesn’t appear to have made it to the English dlsite, but I might track it down and give it a try at some point in the future.

Violated Fantasy

These dudes work fast.  It wasn’t so long ago they put out their first game—Violated Quest.  They don’t skimp on the monsterpedia either—the blurb promises 46 different monster girls.  The first wasn’t really a game so much as wandering around a top-down map while monster girls jumped out and molested you in largely hopeless fights.  The follow-up looks like it has more of a plot and possibly a bigger focus on the RPG elements.  I’ll give it a look when I get a chance.

Oh, and if anyone has been itching to play Monster Girl Quest, but can’t be assed to mess around with autotranslators and the like, RogueTranslator has completed the first partial patch.

And, as usual, I'll finish things off with the usual plug.  If you like the sound of these games I also have some reading material you might be interested in.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt3: Slurped

It's the final part of the little Sea Anemone girl tale.  And now we're onto the... er...  Well I guess this screen from Monster Girl Quest might be appropriate:

If you see this very bad things are happening to poor Luka

Yep, time for the Sea Anemone girl to get her delicious breakfast.  If vore ain't your thing you might want to look away now and imagine your own ending with Rob having plenty of naughty happy-happy joy-joy fun with his new gal on the sea bed.

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt3: Slurped

Rob watched and felt it happen through a thick, comfortable fog.  Like it was nothing more than a weird erotic dream.

She gently kissed his nipple and tickled the nub with a moist tongue.  Her lips left behind a tingling warm ring of pleasure.  Lascivious tentacles turned inwards and rubbed against his body in lewd caresses.

“Time to gobble you up.”

The fleshy base of her body swayed and pulsed.  Rob slid around inside a moist elastic cavity as bands of muscle squeezed and manipulated him.  His erection pressed up against an indentation that gave and drew his entire length into a warm tunnel lined with a thick layer of flesh as soft as the most luxurious of cushions.  Muscles squeezed and he felt peristaltic suction ripple up his engulfed member.

His gasp of bliss was caught by her mouth as she wrapped her luscious lips around his in a kiss.  Again he felt that strange prickling pleasure, like microscopic needles were injecting an aphrodisiac drug into his lips, causing them to swell and magnify the pleasure he felt a hundredfold.  He felt the same sensation across his chest as she pressed her soft boobs against him.  His body went slack and she held him in her arms as the stub of her sea anemone body swelled and gulped more of him down into the fleshy sac within her.

She pulled back as the thick cushion of flesh lining the orifice at the center of her body stretched over his shoulders and then contracted to form a collar around his neck.  Rob felt strangely relaxed, as if he was wallowing in pleasure.  Her warmth and softness enveloped him completely.

“All caught now,” the girl said.  “Time to suck out your baby juice.”

Her lower body swelled and he felt a rippling pull on his cock that travelled down his shaft until he felt it in his balls.  His penis was buried in a fleshy cuff that squeezed and tugged and took him to peaks of pleasure he hadn’t known existed.  The sea anemone girl’s black eyes shone in triumph as she lay back on a round fleshy stump that resembled a bed.  She rocked and swayed with the pulsing motions as her inner walls massaged and caressed him.

He heard gurgling sounds as warm wet mucus was secreted from her inner walls and rubbed into his naked flesh.  More fluids trickled out of the moist lining, forming puddles around his feet.  It felt like a luxurious bath.  He was sitting in a luxurious hot bath and fucking a gorgeous girl with big round titties.

The girl moaned and her big breasts rocked and swayed with her body as she thrust against him.  The fleshy base of her sea anemone lower body swelled and throbbed with greater force and frequency.  Rob was rocked back and forth by its motions, but barely noticed as the sensation of his aroused cock plunging in and out of a deliciously juicy vagina overwhelmed everything.

The girl threw back her arms and head and released an unfettered cry of climax.  Rob’s cock sank all the way into the fleshy cuff and was held there as rippling undulations of soft pressure tugged at him...tugged and sucked until a dam broke and a wave of ecstatic pleasure flowed from his balls and he emptied their contents into her quivering flesh.

And that wasn’t the end of it.  The sea anemone girl sat up on her elbows and stared at him with eyes like black pebbles.  Her upper body rocked with the motions beneath her—slow steady throbs that enveloped Rob’s sex and pumped semen out of him with irresistible pulses.  His body convulsed with helpless ecstasy as each pulse triggered another orgasm.

* * * *

The sea anemone girl lay back and relaxed.  The human quivered helplessly within her as her venom seized control of his reproduction organs and stimulated them into overdrive.  Her body pulsed with slow, rhythmic throbs as she pumped the semen from his body.

Good seed.  It would give her many young.

His body empty now, she expanded and drew the rest of him down inside her.  Her tissues secreted other fluids and she throbbed and churned as she rubbed them into his flesh.

Seed wasn’t all she needed.  She needed meat, to give her children strong bodies.  The human would feel no pain.  His mind was already gone, burnt out by the pleasures she’d induced in him.

She curled up and folded inwards.  To the outside eye she looked no different to any other boulder lying on the sea bed.  Even the coastguard retrieving the wreck of Rob’s boat didn’t notice she was there.

After a month of lying dormant she opened out like a flower.  Her central cavity gaped and a jet of tiny wriggling motes was expelled up into the water column.  They formed a cloud spreading out across the bay, each looking for an inviting spot to settle and grow.



Saturday, July 06, 2013

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt2: Sucked

Onto the naughty stuff (NSFW, go away if you aren't 18, other appropriate warnings, etc, etc) as the Sea Anemone Girl (sort of) gets her own monmusu delicious breakfast.

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt2: Sucked

Rob kept trying to swim.  He had a big pair of lungs and he’d filled them full of air, but it was running out.  He felt a tickling sensation in his chest and throat, one that would grow and grow until his pipes burst open and he gulped down a lungful of salt death.

His foot brushed up against something that felt soft and squishy.  Reflexively, he kicked out, but that unpleasantly pliant something had already wrapped around his ankle.  As he thrashed, another sinuous tentacle circled his waist.  Another curled around his wrist and more were unfurling hungrily to reach up and snare his limbs.  Lying at the center of the nest of writhing tentacles, arms outstretched as if to hug him, was the girl with eyes like black pebbles.

Panic raced through his blood.  His lungs were burning.  His feet were tangled.  He was going to die here—caught and drowned by a thing that shouldn’t even exist on this planet.  He glanced up at the blue surface, so far above him.

Uncle Bob, Sheriff Kamen, the coastguard...please someone be up there and looking down.

He knew there wouldn’t be.  It was too early.  No one was around at this time.  It was why he’d taken the boat out in the first place.

Rubbery tentacles wound around his ankles, binding them together.  Others slithered behind his back and cuffed his wrists together.  His feet landed on a soft and yielding surface that gave like a trampoline.  It opened up beneath him and Rob felt something soft, fleshy and muscular wrap around his feet and ankles.  He was tugged down with a peristaltic jerk.

Caught, drowned and eaten, he realized with horror.

Another gulp and he was inside up to his knees.  Warm slippery flesh smothered his feet.  It was like his legs were being wrapped up in an elastic bag, one that gripped and expanded to take more of him in.

At least he’d be spared the horror of being eaten alive.  He was out of air.  It was getting harder and harder to resist the automatic reflex to open up his windpipe and gulp down sweet air.  Only there wasn’t any air there, just ocean.

The fleshy lips beneath him swelled open in a wide gape.  He felt the internal membranes vibrate against his calf muscles.  She was belching up another big air bubble.  He felt the bubble membrane tickle over the hairs on his chest as it welled up around him.  He dimly registered it rolling up past his neck.  His consciousness wavered.  His mouth fell open...

...and he gulped in air.

He coughed and spluttered as he expelled sea water from his air passages.  After that he was surprised to find he could breathe normally, although there was a strange tang to the air.  He looked around and saw he was standing in a large bubble.  This time the sea anemone girl had caught the bubble with her tentacles rather than letting it float up to the surface, and it formed a silvery dome above the both of them.

Rob looked down and saw the girl lounging on a bed fringed by her own tentacles.  She was beautiful, with a pair of naked breasts as good as anything he’d seen on those rare, furtive occasions when he’d snuck into the T & A club.  But there was also a badness to her—like an evil film seductress about to sink her talons into unsuspecting prey.  Dangerous sexy.

Even more so considering she wasn’t human and he appeared to be standing up to his knees in her vagina.  Or mouth.

“I couldn’t let you drown.  Not before we’d had a chance to have some fun.”  He was surprised when she spoke to him in English.

Rob wondered if he had drowned and these were the last splutterings of oxygen-starved neurons slowly dying in his brain.  What did they call it—narcosis of the deep?

“Mmm, but you’ll breathe the air I’ll allow you to breathe.”

She writhed on the soft bed of orange-pink flesh like a cat in a shaft of sunshine.  As she murmured in pleasure he felt shudders run through the flesh gripping his lower legs.  He felt more bubbles of gas well up.  Around him, smaller, slender tentacles opened blind mouths and began to hiss.  He was enveloped in a thick stew of scents—cheap perfume and the musky aroma of women in a state of arousal.

“It comes with certain...taints,” she smiled.  Suggestive and seductive.

The musky odors reminded Rob of the T & A club, but much much stronger.  Overpowering.  It was like one of those girls had come right off her pole-dance routine and sat on his face, smothering him in her sweaty ass and filling his nostrils with the thick aroma of her pussy as she ground her crotch against him.  The scent saturated the dome until Rob could breathe nothing else.  In defiance of his current predicament he felt his cock swell within his cutoff shorts.

The girl noticed the growing bulge.  “I see you like it.”

She sat up from her fleshy bed.  Rob flexed his arms against his bonds and twisted his body in an effort to wriggle free.

The girl chuckled.  “Useless.  I caught you.  You’re all mine now.”

Her fleshy orifice—mouth, vagina—clamped around his legs, holding him in place.  Her light fingers started work on the button of his shorts.  He couldn’t stop her as his hands were bound behind his back.  Unbuttoned, his sodden shorts slid down his legs.  The girl saw his lengthening erection and gave a throaty murmur of appreciation.

“What do you want?” he asked.

At first he thought she wanted to eat him.  Now it seemed like she was more interested in satisfying other desires.

The sea anemone girl looked up at him and smiled.

“Babies,” she said.  “I want you to give me lots of babies.”

Her hand lightly pumped his cock as it swelled up to full erection.

“And after that, you’ll let me go...?” Rob asked in hope.

The girl didn’t answer.  She pouted plump lips, leant forwards and pressed them against the bobbing head of his cock.  He felt their soft pressure and then felt them give slightly as she opened her mouth.  Not enough to admit him, just enough for him to feel her warm breath tickle against his urethral opening.

Then a strange prickling sensation.  It felt like pins and needles, but lighter—gentler—more like a whispering crackle of static tickling all over the exposed helmet of his cock.  It was followed by an odd sensation, as if some substance was seeping under his skin.  He thought she was going to blow him and part of him was disappointed when she withdrew her soft lips after giving a delicate little kiss to only the tip of his cock.

“Did you feel it?” the girl whispered.  “The gentle pricks as my little venom cells injected their poison?”

Rob felt something, but it didn’t feel like poison.  It was like the opposite of numbness—a tingling warmth spreading increased sensitivity across the whole of his glans.  Blood surged to his groin, and his manhood, engorged and swollen, bucked like a wild stallion—out of control and running wild.

“I give my prey pleasures they can only dream of,” the girl said.

Rob felt so horny.  Her kiss, the suffocating perfume of sex saturating the air around him—he was finding it hard to think clearly.

Crooning with desire, the girl hugged his lower body.  She rubbed the soft bulges of her breasts up his thigh and pressed them against his groin.

“My breasts are just like my lips,” she breathed.  “Would you like to feel them?”

Rob did, but he knew it was wrong.  She wasn’t human.  She was some kind of monster—a giant sea anemone with the upper body of a sexy woman.

The girl didn’t wait for an answer.  She pressed her breasts together, sandwiching his cock between two big soft, fleshy pillows.  He shivered in pleasure as he felt that strange prickling sensation all along the full length of his shaft, and more importantly the pleasant heightened sensitivity that followed.

“Like that?” the girl asked in a breathy sigh.  “Let me sting you some more.”

She rolled a tongue around her luscious lips as she stared up into his eyes.  She squeezed her tits together around him and he felt a second wave of prickling pleasure.  Rob shuddered involuntarily.  He closed his eyes and a squeaky little gasp escaped his throat.  His erection twitched and bucked.  He felt as hard as the first time he’d figured out how to find porn on the internet.  Harder.

“Sting all the fight out of you,” she breathed into his abdomen.

She leaned forwards and kissed him lightly on his exposed belly.  Her lips left behind a lipstick stain of tingly pleasant warmth.  The soft flesh wrapped around his lower legs was in motion again.  Her lower body, the sea anemone part, pulsed slowly and peristaltic contraction pulled him deeper into a warm elastic bag.  The plump lips lining the fleshy orifice reached up to draw in first his thighs and then his hips.  He felt cushioned bands of muscle contract around his legs.  As he was pulled lower the girl’s lips moved higher up his body, leaving behind a trail of tingling kisses.  He felt a weight settle on each shoulder and realized it was her legs—far more flexible than a human’s and bent in a way that should not be possible.  They pressed down, helping him into the gulping maw at the center of her body.

Rob watched and felt it happen through a thick, comfortable fog.  Like it was nothing more than a weird erotic dream.

She gently kissed his nipple and tickled the nub with a moist tongue.  Her lips left behind a tingling warm ring of pleasure.  Lascivious tentacles turned inwards and rubbed against his body in lewd caresses.

“Time to gobble you up.”

to be...uh oh...slurped...

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt1: Snared

A while back I covered this little appetizer to Monster Girl Quest 3.  I mentioned they’d missed off this...

Don't I get breakfast too... girl from MGQ1 and said I’d write my own short story to make up for it.  Then I wrote five pages in one of my notebooks and it stayed like that for a while until I decided it was blocking up other stories and finished it off to get it out of the road.

Here’s that story.  It’s not really a Monster Girl Quest fanfic.  I took inspiration from the Setouchi artwork and dropped a similar sea anemone monster girl into my hell-space series of loosely-connected stories.  It’s also a throwback to my earlier stories (I needed to write something simple again), so if the plot looks like it’s little more than a flimsy excuse to throw the protagonist into the sexy clutches of a weird monster girl, um yeah, guilty as charged.  Sometimes you think up a sweet monster and there’s no available story to slot her into.

Lengthwise it breaks nicely into three parts and I’ll be posting parts two and three over the next couple of weekends.

I wouldn’t get  too attached to Mr. Sommers...

Snared, Sucked and Slurped - Pt1: Snared

Rob Sommers was sailing around the point when his boat sank.  It was the last day he’d have expected an accident like this to happen.  A warm sun was rising up into the sky.  A gentle breeze carried the scent of sea from the east.  The blue waters were as flat as a piece of glass.  Seagulls flew overhead in search of early morning snacks.

Then his boat sank.  Just like that.

Weirdest thing Rob had seen.  There was no reason for it.  It was like an invisible pit had opened up before him in the sea and his little sailboat had plunged right into it like a Viking barge going over the waterfall at the end of the world.  Yet the sea here was just as flat as it was everywhere else in the bay.

Rob’s boat went down and he was pitched—coughing and spluttering—right into the cool waters.

Other than his struggles the sea was completely still.  It was one of those days where the water was so clear you could see right down to the bottom about twenty feet below.  He watched as his little sailboat, tipped vertical now with the prow facing downwards, sank beneath him like an anchor.  He couldn’t see any sign of damage to the hull.  His poor little Cali-Mari was sinking like she’d been torpedoed and he couldn’t see a mark on her.

And he was following her.

That couldn’t be right.  He was young, fit, healthy.  He’d been born on the coast and lived here his whole life.  The sea was like a second home to him.  He was a strong swimmer...

...and he was sinking just as surely as his boat.  No matter how powerfully he moved his arms and legs back and forth the bottom loomed closer and the surface rose further away.  He was sinking and he couldn’t understand why.  He was not caught in a whirlpool, there were no weights in his pocket.  Hell, the only clothes he had on were a frayed pair of cutoff shorts.  It was like the water had become unable to support his weight.  He moved his arms and legs back and forth in powerful strokes and still continued to sink.

He saw a silvery wall rising up to meet him and then he understood.

Gas.  The seabed had belched up a big ole bubble of gas.  He’d heard about this phenomenon.  Gas deposits were occasionally released from the bottom and bubbled up in such quantity the water became saturated.  It lost its buoyancy.  Things that should float stopped floating.  It was one of the theories to explain the Bermuda Triangle.  He’d seen it on the Discovery Channel.

And now he was caught in the same phenomenon.

The Cali-Mari settled on the bottom below him, kicking up a small cloud of silt.  Not far from it he saw the body of a naked girl lying on the seabed.  A real looker as well.  She sat amongst the coral with long red hair drifting out behind her like a fan.  Serene.  Like one of the mermaids of lore.  She must have gone out for an early morning nude swim and been caught in the same phenomenon.  Damn shame.

And he’d be joining her if he couldn’t kick out of this gas pocket.

He frowned.  Something wasn’t right.  That wasn’t coral she was sitting in.  It was moving—waving in the gentle current—like tentacles.  Like a sea anemone, he thought.  But that couldn’t be right.  Sea anemones were tiny blobs of tentacles kids poked at in rock pools.  This was the size of a man and with orange-pink tentacles a few feet long.

The girl’s eyes opened.

Rob’s mouth opened in shock and bubbles of precious oxygen escaped his lungs.

Her eyes were black like marbles made out of coal.  Shark-eye black.  Blacker.  She looked up and stared at him with naked hunger.  Full lips more suited to a swimwear model turned up in a smile that chilled Rob to the bone.

Wraith.  One of the drowned dead seeking out someone to join it on the sea bottom.

No, worse than that.

Fuck.  Bottin was right.  His crazy cousin was right.

As he drifted lower he saw it was impossible to tell where the girl ended and the giant sea anemone began.  She tipped her head back and she convulsed like a woman pleasuring herself to the point of climax.  Her pussy flared wide, wider, impossibly wide—a glistening pink maw opening up where a woman’s sex should be.  A huge silvery bubble expanded outwards and rushed up to meet him.

Rob wasn’t swimming now, he was falling.

Falling and drowning.  The worst of both worlds.

The girl put a hand to her mouth and her shoulders shook as if she was giggling.  The fleshy orifice between her legs contracted and pulled down, as if preparing to shoot another big bubble.

Rob knew what she was.  Bottin had told him, even though he wasn’t supposed to.

Stephen Bottin was Rob’s older cousin.  He was the cool kid that hit adulthood first and became the one all the other kids went to when they wanted alcohol or cigarettes.  He even used to sneak them into the T & A club, so long as they hid in the shadows at the back and didn’t stare too obviously at the naked girls like the wide-eyed virgins they were.

Bottin used to be the biggest hound dog going.  If he wasn’t chasing skirt he was down at the T & A club slipping dollar bills into the cleavage and butt cracks of sexy strippers.

Until he came back...then Bottin didn’t seem all that interested in naked flesh anymore.

Everyone said it was the PTSD.  While he’d been out in Eye-raq or some other hell-hole, one too many bangs had gone off too close and now Bottin’s nerves were scrambled for good.  Bottin didn’t contradict them.  It was only later, after a few drinks too many, he told Rob another story.

‘Wasn’t Iraq, or Afghanistan,’ he’d said.  ‘Wasn’t even Earth.  Fuck, I shouldn’t be telling you this.  Don’t be going on telling anyone else.  The ones that don’t know will think you’re crazy.  The ones that do will take you away and lock you in a box and you’ll never see the sun again.’

Bottin told a wide-eyed Rob the craziest shit he’d ever heard.  Inter-dimensional gates...hell-space...nightmare creatures that looked like sexy chicks crossed with unimaginable abominations and used sex as a weapon to kill men.

‘I saw one of them.  Had a rack you could put on the cover of Hustler.  Hot as hell, until you looked down and saw she had a body like a giant slug or grub.  I watched her slurp a guy right into a pussy that was as big as a door.  Her skin was transparent; I could see right through it as she sucked that dude up like a carton of juice...sucked until he was all crumpled up.  And he’d moaned in pleasure the whole time like a porn star getting all jiggy.  Moaned like he was getting blown by all of Charlie’s Angels at the same time.  Moaned right up until his skin stretched taut across his skull and his eyes fell in.

‘Haven’t been able to look at a pair of tits the same way since,’ Bottin had muttered morosely into his drink.

Rob had thought his cousin was fucking crazy. the max.

Not now, not with one of the monsters Bottin had described waiting below him with arms and tentacles outstretched.  It wasn’t a story from a far-off dimension.  It was in the bay.  Men like Bottin had returned and brought their nightmares back with them.

Rob kept trying to swim.  He had a big pair of lungs and he’d filled them full of air, but it was running out.  He felt a tickling sensation in his chest and throat, one that would grow and grow until his pipes burst open and he gulped down a lungful of salt death.

His foot brushed up against something that felt soft and squishy.  Reflexively, he kicked out, but that unpleasantly pliant something had already wrapped around his ankle.  As he thrashed, another sinuous tentacle circled his waist.  Another curled around his wrist and more were unfurling hungrily to reach up and snare his limbs.  Lying at the center of the nest of writhing tentacles, arms outstretched as if to hug him, was the girl with eyes like black pebbles.

to be sucked...