Um, yeah, right. I didn’t realise I picked this horror story up from IKEA, or that I’d have to head out into the forest and chop the wood myself.
Sometimes it’s right for the story and other times the Fade to Black to preserve a reader’s delicate sensibilities can feel like a cop out. Lovecraft famously left the finer details of his eldritch abominations to be filled in by the reader, usually because his protagonist’s mind had already disintegrated by that point, but there was at least enough for Chaosium to fill Call of Cthulhu bestiaries with some weird and wonderful critters.
If you’ve got an imagination you might as well use it. Sometimes that’s what the reader is expecting and wants. Especially in erotica, where drawing the curtain across before getting to the juicy squelchy parts is firmly disapproved of.
Hence this outpouring from the noxious regions of my mind:
“And not only with each other: Trent saw humans caught up in the bacchanalian frenzy. The demons used them like toys made of flesh. He watched as a plump demon with the glistening black skin of a leech embrace a muscular man. The over-cushioned lips of her vagina sucked in the man’s penis, sucked, and the man’s skin was torn away like pink tissue sliding over a raw hunk of meat. A fiend with the head of a fish rammed a cock the length and girth of a moray eel into the vagina of a petite little blonde girl doubled over in front of it. It pushed hips forward and the belly, then whole body of the girl swelled up like a water-filled balloon, swelled up until her eyes bulged, swelled up until something ruptured and white froth tinged with pink poured from her mouth and she deflated like a punctured blow-up doll. A skinny man struggled in the midst of a group of twisted little goblins. They drove penises hard like pointed horns into his anus, his mouth, his ears, even his eye sockets. They tore flesh from the man in ragged strips and wrapped the glistening red bundles of muscle around their cocks and masturbated with them. A slack-faced woman lay wrapped in the tentacles of some kind of abomination with the upper body of a woman and lower body of a deep-sea nightmare aberration. The demon’s sinuous arms terminated not in hands but in obscene appendages that resembled the mouths of lampreys. She fastened them to the woman’s tits and mewled in delight as more of her tentacles slithered up between her captive’s bleeding labia.”
It was originally a two sentence description. Then I thought, no, that’s not good enough. They’ll want examples.
(Don’t ask where the examples came from. I try not to think about it.)
The full story can be found here on Eka’s Portal.
Eka’s Portal is an online Vore community. Most aspects of Vore don’t appeal to me as a fetish, but there is some crossover with some of the succubus/monster girl stories I write. It also hits that Erotic Horror sweet spot where arousal, disgust and fear smoosh together in a big gooey ball.
It’s been a while since I posted anything there, so I thought a little hell-space story might make up for it and show I’m still writing and alive. Enjoy!
As always, if you like the story and haven’t already picked them up, please consider giving some of my books a look. You’ll like them.
