So What Now For Many-Eyed Hydra?

Succubus Summoning 201 is finally done, dusted, and out for you all to buy (aside from the print version, but I'm just waiting on the artist for the full coverflat of that).  That's a great weight off my shoulders.  While it was in an unfinished state I was in an awkward situation of wanting to move onto other ideas, but feeling like I couldn't because the arc was still incomplete.

So what now?

Here's a list of various things I'm planning on getting stuck into over the next few months/year.

First up I want to get the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary back to its regular weekly slot.  There will be a few slight changes.  The last few entries had started to creep up to 2K+ mini-stories, which wasn't the original purpose.  I'm planning to spend the next week or so writing up the various ideas that have accumulated in my notebook so I have a nice surplus to post weekly while working on other stuff.

Literotica's Halloween Contest is on the way.  Last year I wanted to enter as many short stories as I could and ended up with just two (although missing the deadline with "A Chance Glance..." likely resulted in it being a better story overall).  Writing the Nurse Honey story "Last Night of Freedom" under ridiculously tight time constraints for the A Night at McHooligans ebook taster showed me I could do it when sufficiently prodded.  I'm thinking of using the month around the contest as an experiment - a sort of coin-operated Hydra where some of the choices are made by the audience, i.e. you.  I doubt it will be fully interactive, more like a series of options decided by vote or first response, and then I have 2-3 days to get a 5K story based on those options entered into Lit's contest.  Possibly something like what Lunareth has done with their Queen of Butts series.  We might end up with 5-10 cool stories, or I might break down into a quivering heap after a week.  Who knows.  Might be fun.

More on that next week once I've had a think on the framing device and how to make it work.

After that silliness the next step is make the Sandwiched by series a thing again.  I got halfway through Sandwiched by Stomachs before it got knocked aside by more pressing concerns.

The reason why I want to make Sandwiched by work is because it was a test case for a proper serial with continuity - Okasare Kenny.  I always intended that to be an ebook novella series and then in a fit of madness tried to turn it into a daily serial on my blog right after doing the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  That did not go so well as I predictably burnt out from the posting schedule after a couple of weeks and had to halt it.  I liked the original idea though - 13 monster girls, each in their own novella in a monthly serial spread out over a year.  Given what happened with Sandwiched by I don't think writing it month by month will work.  For that one I'll need most of it, likely at least the first 8 or 9 chapters, in the bank before I start publishing.

Another thing I want to write is a novel idea featuring Nicole.  This is something I've had plotted out in my head for a while.  I wrote an opening chapter a while back, but it was another of those ideas I felt too guilty to push further while the Succubus Summoning 201 arc was still unfinished.

Which leads us to Succubus Summoning 301.  Phil's adventures clearly aren't over yet, but after the way 201 dragged out, I know I need a short break to work on something completely different so I can clear my head and get enthusiastic about the series again.  This will likely be the book I move onto once the Nicole novel is done.

Anyway, this is a rough plan of what I think I'll be working on over the next year.  Of course, #ChaosWriting might throw me off in other directions, but I won't mind so long as those are productive directions.

Updates and a (Maybe) Story Bonanza for Literotica's Upcoming Halloween Story Contest

By maybe, I think three stories...  Maybe.  Maybe more.  Whenever I try to be a bit more definite about these things something goes horribly wrong and scuppers all the plans.

Anyway.  Literotica's annual Halloween contest is on the way.  The details of which can be found here.

As an aside, if you're a budding writer that likes succubi/monster girls and is not afraid to get your hands dirty with a little bit of explicit smut, contests like this are a great way to cut your teeth and find readers.

As for me, currently some of my projects have stalled and trying to bludgeon through them isn't doing my productivity any good.  I think I'll use this contest as an excuse to let #ChaosWriting out of the cage and see how many short stories I can blast out during the three weeks of the contest.  With a bit of luck that might clear my head and get the production line moving again.

The first story is already submitted.  You should see that go up tomorrow when the contest officially kicks off.  After that I'm not sure what we'll get or how many.  That's the beauty of #ChaosWriting.

I'm not trying to win this time.  There's been a trend in recent competitions for some entrants to go long, and I mean 90K-word-novel long.  With the way Literotica's scoring system works, it's pretty much impossible for a good 5-10K short story to place over a good 90K+ novel, so I'm not going to worry about it.  This is more an exercise in clearing out some old ideas and trying to get back in touch with what made me so prolific in my early days writing for Literotica (being more carefree and less trying to brute-force stories at a guess).

There's another two stories where I'm nearly done with the first draft, so I reckon we might see three new stories in October and hopefully more if the juices really get flowing.

So where does this leave the other stuff?  Here are a few updates.

Sandwiched by Series
Sticking to a hard monthly schedule isn't working here.  I like the covers and concept, so it will continue, but with a more flexible release schedule. i.e. When the story is done and I'm happy it doesn't feel rushed.  The next one is "Sandwiched by Scyllas" and I'm about 60-odd% done with it.

Okasare Kenny Series
The original idea was for this to be the monthly serial for 2016. Then I tried to use it as crazy live-novel-writing challenge, which was a cool idea, but a bad thing to launch into with other stories (in particular Succubus Summoning) still incomplete.  The Sandwiched by series was a trial to see if I could keep to a regular monthly schedule for a series with more continuity.  I'm not confident I can do that at the moment, so I won't officially (re)launch Okasare Kenny until I have six months or so worth of chapters in the can and can be confident it won't stall like Succubus Summoning 201 did.

A Night With Ceptophthorié
Alas poor game-writing experiment.  This one got shoved to the back burner when I fell behind on first A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day, and then various other things.  It's something I want to do, but I have to get my other writing stuff sorted first.

Jackson in HRPG-World
This is tailor-made for putting up on the blog in small chapters.  I need to get other things done first (Succubus Summoning 201!) before I can get back to this.  And I will get back to it because I know how the story pans out and I'm very excited to see readers' reactions to it. ;)

Succubus Summoning 201
The big one.  The one I really should get done considering Succubus Summoning 101 outsells all my other books put together.  Why aren't I on it?  It didn't get done in November/December last year basically.  That was when I went through a rather drastic life change that involved losing my job and changing countries.  It got put to one side while I got back on my feet (and aside from not being as productive with my writing as I'd like, I am thankfully back on my feet) and now I'm having a little trouble picking up the threads again.  I should be able fix this once I get around to the editing process in assembling the previous chapters into a coherent ebook.  I'll be on that as soon as I've had my fun with Halloween.  The aim is still to get the ebook finished before the end of the year and out as soon as there's an opening in eXcessica's publication schedule.  The final two chapters (of 201) will be posted as soon as they're written though.  I'm not going to let readers wait for them longer than they have to.

Some updates anyway.  It's been a weird 12 months.  Hopefully the next 12 months won't feature quite as many missteps, fumbles and failed experiments.

In the meantime I hope you enjoy the free Halloween stories (however many of them there end up being).

Update on Okasare Kenny

It's going on hold.  Sorry about that.

This is only temporary.  It's being returned to its original place in the queue.  After seeing how well the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox did for the blog numbers I got a little over-excited and jumped the queue on something I already had a very good plan for.  I'm going back to that original plan.  Next year I'm intending to put Okasare Kenny out as a monthly serial on Amazon (and others) spread over the year.  First of all I need to instil confidence that I can keep to a monthly schedule.  This is what the Sandwiched by series was intended to be (before I got sidetracked).

Currently I'm working on finishing up some projects that should have been completed in the first half of the year - the print version of A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, the next instalments of Sandwiched by ("Sandwiched by Scyllas", "Sandwiched by Succubi"), and a long-awaited conclusion to the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  Once these are done I'll have a more cleanish slate and can get back to Okasare Kenny and a novel idea featuring Nicole I've been tinkering with.

Because of the change in plans I'll be pulling the Okasare Kenny chapters posted on Lit and StoriesOnline.  The ones I posted here I'll leave here.

A live-written (sort of) novel posted daily on the blog in daily instalments is something I want to do at some point.  I did enjoy the bits I did on Okasare Kenny before realising I was neglecting other projects that should have been finished off sooner.

As a writer, metaphorically showing your underpants in public is a little embarrassing.  In future I'll try to rein in my excitement until a project is actually complete/near-complete.  As per my usual penance for screwing up I'll raid the short story stockpile and dig up something juicy to post for your reading pleasure - look out for it Monday.

Pauses

Some things going on as you might have noticed by the lack of recent updates.

I was going to post in more detail about the events at the end of last year affecting me more than I first thought, leading to some poor decision making, but that would just be a whole load of boring personal crap and I don't want this blog to degenerate into a personal whinefest.  There are too many of those already on the internet.  I deal in sexy.  Whining about stuff is not sexy.

The upshot of it all is that in the first six months of attempting to be a professional (quasi)self-published author, I haven't been as professional as I would have liked.  A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day still doesn't have a print version.  I still need to get a US ITIN.  The Succubus Summoning 201 arc still isn't finished.  The Sandwiched by series was supposed to be monthly and yet there's only been two releases in the past six months.  These are things I need to fix.

The rest of the post was going to be about putting Okasare Kenny on hiatus for six months - basically going back to the original plan of releasing it as a serial on Amazon with 99c instalments.  But that also struck me as unprofessional.  Being premature (oo er, double entendre) with the original posting was probably a misstep, but once it's done I should continue lurching along down that path (plus it can always be packaged up that way with nice artwork and smoother editing later).  I also hate the concept of starting a story in a free forum and then moving the ending behind a paywall.  It's a dickish thing for a writer to do, even when we're trying to put bread on the table.

Unfortunately I'm cursed with an aspect of personality that loves to engage in self-sabotage.  Some times it gets on top for a while and I'm stuck with being a useless cunt until I can beat that fucker back into the dank cage it belongs.

Give me a couple of days to get my head back in order and I'll get back to killing Kenny (over and over and over, hyuk hyuk).

Okasare Kenny 2-4: Asphya

It's time for the boss to put in an appearance...


2-4: Asphya

Celestrico paused.  She cocked her head.  Her eyes widened in alarm.

"Gas trap!  Hold your breath, now!"

A vent opened up in the wall and squirted a jet of pink gas into the tunnel.  Both of them were surrounded by a thick cloud.  Thankfully, Celestrico's warning had given Ken enough time to take a deep breath and hold it.  He waited for the cloud to dissipate.  Celestrico flapped her wings to clear the cloud and it didn't take long for the tunnel to clear.

"What was that?" he asked.

"A defence mechanism," Celestrico explained.  "The gas is a potent mixture of aphrodisiacs and pheromones."

Was that all? Ken thought.  From her reaction he'd thought it was deadly poison gas.

"If you'd inhaled any you'd most likely be on the floor now, wanking yourself into a stupor.  Or trying to fuck me," she added with obvious distaste.

"Thanks.  Spare my feelings, why don't you," Ken said sarcastically.  "I take it the mighty hero on a quest to slay the demon queen isn't a turn-on for you."

"Sorry, you're not my type," Celestrico said.

Friend-zoned! a little voice chimed in Ken's head.

Typical.  The one devil girl that didn't appear to want to suck out all his life... and he wasn't her type.  If this was a wet dream, it was a particularly inept one.

Celestrico's tail whirled around while she cleared the last wisps of gas tickling around their ankles.

"Seems a bit of a weaksauce defence mechanism," Ken said.  "I'd have thought there were easier ways to incapacitate an intruder than making them wank themselves into a stupor."

Celestrico shrugged.  "Get too aroused and the Latex Womb absorbs you," she said.

Ken glanced suspiciously at the glossy black walls surrounding them.  Okay, no more ogling Celestrico's ass he thought.

They advanced further down the tunnel.

"Don't try to take the fight to Asphya."  Celestrico continued with her battle advice.  "You won't catch her and you'll only tire yourself out.  Let her come to you.  When she does, don't try and hit her with heavy attacks.  She'll just dodge them.  Use quick attacks—short jabs of your sword.  You won't hit her, but they won't use up too much stamina.  Make her do the running around.  Wear her out.  That way you'll be victorious."

Celestrico stopped.  The tunnel opened out ahead of them into a big, latex-walled cavern.

"It's through there," she said.  "Good luck."

This is it then, Ken thought.  He gripped his sword and marched forwards.  He could do this.  He was the chosen hero.  He'd already taken down Sulpa the succubus.

He walked out into the cavern.  The air here was warm and very humid.  Mist pooled around his ankles like dry ice.  The floor beneath him was still as springy as if he was walking across a bouncy castle.

Fighting on this is going to be fun, he thought.

So where was Asphya?

It didn't take long for his question to be answered.  An orifice in the far wall opened up and a squirming black figure gave vent to a long, ecstatic moan as it was excreted out onto the floor of the cavern.  The figure uncurled into the shape of a woman covered from head to toe in glossy black latex.  The rubber was stretched tight over her body like a second skin.  The only way Ken could tell she was in fact female was through the two bulges at her chest.  As with Celestrico and Sulpa, Asphya was endowed with a large pair of breasts.

He couldn't see her face.  It was covered in an equally glossy black gas mask.  Wild blue eyes stared out behind thick glass eye windows.  A short length of rubber hose hung down from the bottom of the mask.  Ken was disturbed to notice that it resembled a gas mask without exactly being a gas mask.  There was something disconcertingly organic about it, and he couldn't see where the mask ended and her catsuit—if it was a catsuit and not her skin—began.

Other mighty heroes got to battle against massive dragons and evil sorcerers.  Ken had to fight a fetish pin-up in a gas mask and latex catsuit.

He supposed he shouldn't be surprised.  He was inside a giant rubber vagina after all.

Asphya crouched down on all fours.  Challenge flashed in her blue eyes.  She charged.

to be continued...

Okasare Kenny 2-3: Asphya

Asphya 2-3

There was no mistaking what he was seeing.  Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"

"What's wrong?" Celestrico asked.

"What... that!"  He pointed at the oversized modern art sculpture waiting at the end of the path.

"What about it?"

"Oh come on.  There's no way that's natural or belongs there."

"Of course not.  It's demonic in origin," Celestrico said.

"It's... it's..."

Ken couldn't find the words.  It was a giant vagina made out of rubber and embedded in the side of a cliff face.  That shit was just totally wrong.

"The demonic has that effect on the human mind," Celestrico said sagely.

This was too fucked up, Ken thought.  This couldn't be real.  He must be dreaming.  Yes, that had to be it.  He hadn't gotten laid or jerked off for so long his subconscious mind was flooding his dreams with pervy imagery.

Celestrico had continued on a little way ahead of him.  She turned back.  "Stop ogling the giant pussy.  We have a womb to purify."

Ken pinched himself.

That didn't do anything so he had no other option but to follow Celestrico.

The air grew thicker and warmer as they approached the cave—Ken refused to think of it as a pussy—entrance.  The surface was unmistakably inflated black rubber.  Running his hand across it confirmed it was exactly as it appeared.  For the Latex Womb latex did in fact appear to mean latex.

The puffed up edges of the entrance slowly dilated as if breathing.  A faint sigh, barely audible, emanated from the depths.

"Is it alive?" he asked.

"Not in any sense you'd understand," Celestrico answered.

Which wasn't really an answer at all, when Ken thought about it.  Oh well.  More demon-y weirdness, he guessed.

They clambered up onto a low ridge that gave slightly beneath their weight.  It felt very much like stepping on a giant rubber inflatable to Ken.  They passed between the vertical lips of the cave entrance.  A long, rubber-walled tunnel stretched ahead of them.  The walls and floor were dimpled.  It reminded Ken of inflatable mattresses.  It even felt like he was walking on top of an inflatable mattress.

This was all too fucked up to be any kind of reality, Ken thought.  Too artificial.  The walls reminded him of backdrops he'd seen in fetish photoshoots.  Could he be on the set of a particularly sadistic reality TV show?  Nah, not even the most sociopathic of TV execs would be allowed to wipe the memory of contestants.

Surely?

He felt a faint breeze on his face.  The airflow carried the scent of musky sweat and rubber, and was thick like a jungle stew.  The rubber walls were so dripping with condensation they appeared to be perspiring.

Celestrico and Ken walked further down the tunnel.  Their way was lit up by strange bladders in the ceiling filled with phosphorescent gel.  Ken heard strange hissing and wheezing sounds all around him, like air passing through great bellows.  The walls moved in and out as if breathing.

"The womb isn't far," Celestrico said.  "But before we can destroy it we have to defeat its guardian—Asphya.  At least with Asphya we won't have the same problem you had with Sulpa."

She looked reproachfully at Ken.

 "It's not my fault you sounded less plausible than her," Ken complained.

"Too busy staring at her tits more like," Celestrico sniped.

"You keep bringing Sulpa's tits up.  Is it because you're jealous they're bigger than yours," Ken sniped back.

Celestrico clouted him around the ear.

"Stay focused, Kenny!" she ordered.  "Sulpa is done.  Asphya is our objective now."

"It's Ken," Ken corrected.

Celestrico ignored him.  "First the good news—Asphya isn't very strong.  If you can get hold of her, you will overpower her.

"Now the bad—getting hold of her will be very difficult.  She's very quick and agile.

"Her favourite strategy—and turn on—is to run her opponent out of breath.  She'll use her speed and agility to get within your range and then dodge out before you can hit her.  She'll try to provoke you into swinging wildly at her until you run out of stamina.

"Don't do this.  Don't chase after her.  Don't—"

Celestrico paused.  She cocked her head.  Her eyes widened in alarm.

"Gas trap!  Hold your breath, now!"


Traps.  Ooo, how exciting.  To be continued...

Okasare Kenny 2-2: Asphya

Continuing the serial I started back here.


2-2: Asphya

"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance.  "Next we take on Asphya."

"Who is Asphya?" Ken asked.

"Asphya is the guardian of the Latex Womb."

"Guardian?  That doesn't sound very evil."

"Many foul abominations are birthed from the Latex Womb.  And unless it is destroyed, the demon queen can never truly be defeated.  Even if you do manage to beat her, her spirit will simply return to the Latex Womb and grow a new form."

"So we have to destroy the Latex Womb first."

"Precisely.  You're not as dumb as you look."

"Thanks," Ken said sarcastically.

His clouded memories knew of latex as both a rubber and a type of fetishistic clothing.  And also—and he had no idea which part of his closed-off memories this came from—a really fucking annoying word processor.  He assumed the use of latex in the name Latex Womb was just a coincidence.

The route to the Latex Womb took them back up into the hills.  Throughout the journey Ken saw no other travellers or any sign of human habitation.  When he pointed this out to Celestrico she rolled her eyes as if he'd just asked a really stupid question.

"This territory belongs to the demon queen.  Of course there are no humans here."

"Okay, in that case, where are the demons?"

"Well they're not going to be here are they.  There are no humans to feed upon."

Ken felt he was missing something here.

"Then why have territory at all?" he asked.

"Because she's the demon queen," Celestrico answered as if it made perfect sense.  Maybe it did to a demon.

Although they were heading back uphill, the air lost none of its warmth.  If anything the atmosphere seemed to be getting warmer and muggier.  The territory grew progressively rockier on either side of the road.  Clumps of boulders became looming rock faces on either side of them.  Ken hoped Celestrico was correct and there were no demons lurking about.  This was typical bandit country—perfect for ambushes.

"Who did the demon queen steal this land from originally?" Ken asked.

"Why do you care?"

"If I'm a hero, surely I'm trying to take back the land on behalf of someone."

"There is no need for there to be a someone," Celestrico said.  "The demon queen is a monster.  Heroes take what they want from monsters.  That's what makes them heroes."

"Heroes kinda sound like dicks," Ken said.

"To a demon that's all you are—a nice, juicy dick to be sucked and sucked until nothing is left."

There was a brightness to Celestrico's eyes that was totally unwholesome.

"I'm not sure whether I should be turned on or revolted," Ken said.

They followed the road upwards.  The canyon walls rose higher on each side of them.

"Ah, here we are.  The Latex Womb," Celestrico said.

The road turned a corner and opened out into a wider space ringed with high stone walls.  Strange rock formations rose up on either side of the natural amphitheatre.  They looked like the legs of a great stone giant.  In fact, it looked like a massive giant had fallen on their back with their—her?—legs wide open.  The road terminated at a cave entrance in the rock wall where the two rocky outcrops reminiscent of legs came together.  The location and shape of the cave entrance too closely resembled a female vagina to be accidental.

That wasn't the thing that bothered Ken the most.

The area surrounding the entrance and the walls within it were covered in a glossy black material.  The surfaces of this material were smooth and puffed out as though they were the skin to a massive inflatable.

There was no mistaking what he was seeing.  Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"

to be continued...

Nope, nothing to see here.  Giant rubber vagina in a cliff face.  Nothing to see at all.

Imagination, we need to have words.

Okasare Kenny 2-1: Asphya

Welcome to Okasare Kenny, my lunatic attempt to live-write a novel/serial, daily.  The first part can be found here.  Currently we appear to be in a slight bind as I rather carelessly killed off my protagonist at the end of the last chapter (as you do).  Normally this would present a problem for a longer novel/serial, but... well... read on for yourselves:


2-1: Asphya

Ken opened his eyes.  He was outside and lying on his back.  He smelt smoke, heard the crackling of flames and felt the heat of fire.

He also heard clapping.

He turned his head to see Celestrico standing by the side of the road.  She was enthusiastically applauding him.

"You did it!" she said with a wide, beaming smile on her pretty face.

"I did?"

"Yes!  It looked a little dicey for a while, but then you found some hidden strength and pulled through to beat her."

"I did?" Ken repeated, more uncertainly.

This time it was his short-term memory that was fucked up.  He remembered entering the bordello, going upstairs with Sulpa, and then...

He sat up.

The top left quarter of Sulpa's bordello was ablaze.  There was a big hole in the wall as if something had exploded outwards.  Debris lay on the road all around Ken.  Some of it was still on fire.

"What a fight!" Celestrico gushed.  "To come back like that when all seemed lost... you're the champion that can go all the way.  I'm sure of it."

Ken was still holding his sword in his left hand.  The blade was drenched in red blood.

"What happened?" he asked.

"What happened?  You mean you don't remember?"

Ken smiled apologetically and shook his head.

"I remember going inside... talking to Sulpa... going upstairs with her...  Fuck, did I really fuck her?"

"That was a little foolish," Celestrico said.  "I know I told you to pretend to be one of her victims to get close to her, but actually having sex with her was way closer than you needed to be.  That was too risky.  Most men are lost the moment they put their dick in a succubus's pussy."

Ken thought he had been lost.  The last he remembered was a fade to black that felt disturbingly close to death.

"Not you though," Celestrico continued.  "You found a hero's strength lying within you.  You broke her enchantment, cast her off and then fought and defeated her.  It was marvellous to watch."

"I don't remember any of it," Ken said.

"That's weird," Celestrico said.  She put a finger to her lips and frowned thoughtfully.  "I wonder if this is a side effect of passing through the Arch of Lee-fee.  It might still be interfering with your memory."

"Sulpa said it was you messing with my head," Ken said.

Celestrico rolled her eyes.  "Pulease.  You're going to believe the word of a skank succubus that just tried to suck your brains out through your cock over me, your faithful guide on this difficult and extremely arduous quest?"

There was a slightly awkward pause.

"Don't tell me that's the reason you let her fuck you."

There was an even more awkward pause.

Celestrico sighed and shook her head.

"No, it's my fault," she said.  "It's the risk of going with Sulpa first.  She's the weakest of the thirteen, but she can be very persuasive if given the chance to talk, especially when she jiggles those big slutty titties of hers and men start listening with their second head between their legs.  I should have anticipated you'd be vulnerable to that, given that you've just passed through the arch and your head is still messed up."

Celestrico lowered her head in contemplative thought.

"I could have started with one of the others," she said, "but most heroes just don't have the stats to take them on at the start.  Hmm, things to consider for next time."

"Wait, next time?" Ken said.

"Yes, for the next champion to come through the arch."

"I thought you said I was the one that was going all the way."

"Yes, you are.  But that doesn't mean I shouldn't have some contingency plans in place.  Just in case."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Ken said.

"Stop whining," Celestrico said.  "It's very unbecoming for a holy champion."

Ken shook his head in exasperation.  He looked around at the devastation someone—him, apparently—had carried out on the bordello.

"So I really am some kind of powerful demon-slaying hero?" he asked.

"Better than that," Celestrico said with a smile that showed off the delicate points of her fangs.  "You're a level two powerful demon-slaying hero.  Ding!"

What was it with the videogame terminology? Ken thought.  Sighing, he followed her down the road away from the burning bordello.

"And thus did the mighty hero, Kenny, begin his epic quest to end the reign of the demon queen by defeating the sinful and thoroughly skanky succubus, Sulpa," Celestrico said.

"It's Ken," Ken corrected.  "Ken not Kenny.  I don't like Kenny."

Celestrico gave no indication she'd heard him.

Ken glanced back at the burning building.  That was him, apparently.  Which was kind of awesome.

Sex with Sulpa had also been kind of awesome, at least at the start.  Shame he'd had to kill her.

A weird thing happened as he turned his head back.  For a brief moment, when the bordello was in the corner of his eye, the smoke and all the damage appeared to vanish.  The building reverted to its original undamaged state.

Only for a moment.

When Ken turned back to look at the bordello directly he saw fires were still raging on the upper floor, sending a thick black pall of smoke up into the sky.

He must have imagined it, he decided.  He turned back and followed Celestrico down the road.

"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance.  "Next we take on Asphya."

Questions... questions...

To be continued...

Okasare Kenny 1-8: Sulpa

So who's messing with poor Kenny's head more - Celestrico or Sulpa?  Time for the last part of Chapter 1.


1-8: Sulpa

"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said.  "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life.  Right?"

He said it more in hope than anything.  He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.

Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.  She caressed his cheek.  "No.  This is not pretend.  My demon pussy really is going to suck out all your life."

So much for that then.

"Whatever happened to good business sense?" he asked.

Sulpa smiled.  "There are always more foolhardy adventurers."

And so much for sensible logic.

Sulpa inhaled.  Her vagina inhaled.  It didn't matter Ken had come only moments before.  His cock was rock-hard within her snug sheath and his arousal was being tugged higher and higher.

"There was one thing I didn't lie about," Sulpa said.  "The feeding process is extremely pleasurable for my victims."

She inhaled again and the fleshy walls of her vagina pulsed and fluttered around his erection.  It felt like many dextrous fingers stroking up and down his shaft.

"If my clients could come back, I'm sure they would," Sulpa said.

She clutched her big boobs and moaned in pleasure as she rode Ken's squirming form.  Within her pussy the membrane wrapped around Ken's glans pulsed like the bell of a jellyfish.

"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.  "I promised you big, fat, juicy orgasms."

The stretchy membrane at the back of her vagina stretched taut across the swollen tip of his cock.  Her whole body inhaled.

Ken grunted and shuddered as she sucked one of those big, fat, juicy orgasms out of him.  He spurted another massive load of cum into the tight clasp of her pussy.  Again that membrane greedily drank up every drop of his issue.  The nimbus around Sulpa's horns changed to a soft white glow.  As Ken bucked and pumped his semen up into her, the veins inside her translucent horns throbbed white.

"So nice," Sulpa murmured.

She hadn't lied about it being pleasurable.  Ken felt satisfied like he'd never before been satisfied—either through great sex or epic porn-fuelled masturbation sessions.

"There's no need to be afraid," Sulpa said.  "This is what it feels like—one big, fat, juicy orgasm after another."

Ken disagreed.  There was plenty of need to be afraid when it was his life slowly being drained away.

Sulpa's soft pussy throbbed and squeezed.  The whole of Ken's still-hard erection felt warm and pleasantly tingly.  Another flex, another suck, and Ken was coming again.  His thoughts were whited out by the pleasurable throbs of ejaculation as he released his semen—and more of his life—deep inside her.

Sulpa cooed with pleasure.  She pursed her fulsome lips and exhaled a little plume of white smoke.  Her horns had filled with so much white they were opaque and milky-white in colour.

"Mmm.  One big, fat, juicy orgasm after another," she sighed.  Her eyes were also filling up—becoming cloudy-white in colour.

Her pussy flexed... squeezed.  Another orgasm erupted from Ken.  It felt like it had been dragged up from his toes.

Fuck, this was happening.  Really happening.  He was going to die here.  That couldn't be right.  Wasn't he supposed to be the chosen hero?  He couldn't fall to the first boss like this.

Sulpa fell forward on top of him.  Her body covered Ken like a warm blanket.  She wrapped her arms around him and her lips found his.  She lost him in another dreamy kiss.  The cushioned walls of her vagina continued to throb around his over-sensitised cock.  Slow this time.  Slow and sensuous.  When the orgasm came it bubbled up out of him like gas escaping a deep ocean vent.  When it burst on the surface, pleasure washed all through his body.  Washed everything else away.

Another bubble welled up.  And another.  And another.

Ken was lost in a dreamlike cocoon of bliss.  Uncomfortable niggling sensations of his skin starting to pull tight against his bones and his internal organs beginning to crinkle up couldn't penetrate.  There was only Sulpa and her warm body on top of his, her soft lips against his, her softer vagina gently sucking on his erection...

Another big bubble welled up and burst with a blissful plop.

Mercifully, Ken had already drifted away into pleasant oblivion when his organs started to fail.


Goddammit Horror-Head!  I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and off my protagonist.  This is supposed to be a full novel, not one of my short stories.  We do not let our sexy succubi eat the main guy in a full novel.  That's just... grrr!

Oh well, next up: Okasare Kenny Someone Else: Asphya

Okasare Kenny 1-7: Sulpa

Welcome to Okasare Kenny, one author's foolhardy attempt to live-write a novel and post it on his blog, daily (sort of).  The first part can be found here.  Last up our hero found himself in a very precarious (but sexy) predicament.


1-7: Sulpa

"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said.  "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."

Ken's surprise at this sudden turn of events was overtaken by a more pressing biological function.  Sulpa's pussy throbbed around his cock and his arousal—already hovering just below the brink—finally bubbled over.  Ken grunted and his body bucked involuntarily as a powerful orgasm surged through him.  Sulpa rode his body like a wave.  Her vagina remained as tight a hold on his erection as a vacuum tube.  Ken's cock swelled within the cushioned grip of her pussy and deposited a massive load of semen into her smothering flesh.

"Mmm, delicious," Sulpa sighed.

Whatever membrane enfolded the tip of her cock greedily absorbed his cum right down to the last drop.

It absorbed something else as well.

Was absorbing.

It had come out with his ejaculation and continued to flow out of his penis like air from a punctured balloon.  Ken felt like he was deflating in the same way.

"Can you feel my delectable little pussy draining all your strength," Sulpa teased.

The soft fleshy walls of her vagina squeezed and throbbed around him.  The sinfully slippery membrane at the end continued to draw his strength out through his cock.  Her translucent horns were picked out in the darkness with a faint red nimbus.  The same red glow travelled up inside them in pulsing veins.

Ken realised too late what Celestrico had meant when she'd told him it wasn't Sulpa's normal mouth he should fear.

What insanity had possessed him to make him think going to bed with Sulpa was a good idea?  His head was still fogged with it even now.  At the back of his mind a soothing voice kept telling him to ignore what was happening, to not worry, to lie back and enjoy it.

He had to shake it off.

Sulpa's soft pussy clenched tighter around him and she moaned in pleasure as Ken weakened beneath her.

Had to shake her off.

At least she hadn't vamped up or hulked out into a more monstrous form.  She was still just a slip of a whore with big boobs.  All he had to do was throw her off.  Lift up his body and...

...he couldn't.  It felt like his upper body had doubled in weight and kept growing heavier.

He tried to buck her off, to put up his arms and shove her off.  Sulpa smiled at his feeble efforts.  She rode him like a broken horse.  All the time her vagina kept a deathgrip on his cock and continued to suck.

"Mmm, I'm sucking all the fight right out of you," Sulpa sighed.  "Soon you won't be able to resist at all."

Ken glimpsed his sword lying over on the edge of the bed where he'd discarded it.  If only he could reach it...

No.

Too far.

He reached for the sword, his palm open as if straining to will it—Jedi-style—into his hand.  Celestrico said he had hidden powers.  He could hope.  Right?

Sulpa noticed.  "I think we'll take any magic power, just in case.  I don't want any surprises."

Her vagina gave a strange shudder and squirmed against his trapped cock.  Ken felt an even stranger feeling inside him.  It tumbled up his shaft and was released as a little puff inside her.

The nimbus around her horns changed to blue.  It was not there very long.  Sulpa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh.  That’s not much," she said.  "I expected more from a champion."

She placed a hand on his chest and let her fingers twirl through his hairs.

"If I'd known you were this weak I'd have saved us a lot of time and simply charmed you into submission downstairs.  I suppose it makes for a more interesting game this way."

Ken's body felt like it had been replaced with sacks of wet sand.  He couldn't even lift his head up off the mattress.

"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said.  "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life.  Right?"

He said it more in hope than anything.  He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.

Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.


Phew, that's a relief.  It was looking like this was going to be a very short novel at one point.  To be continued...

Okasare Kenny 1-6: Sulpa

Back to daily and also back with the explicit descriptions of succubus fucking.  Usual warnings apply.


1-6: Sulpa

"Let's fuck," she whispered.

Ken smiled and nodded.  That sounded like the most splendid idea of all.

Sulpa sat up and straddled him.  She reached under her to grab his cock and position it between her legs.  She stared at Ken as the pliable folds of her vagina parted around the swollen tip of Ken's erection and she slowly eased herself down around him.   He felt her moist heat brush down his shaft and the soft flesh gently squeeze him.

Yes, totally splendid, Ken thought.

Sulpa positioned herself to get comfortable and then her hips started to smoothly move up and down as she commenced fucking.  He watched his penis slide in and out of her pussy as she rose up and down on top of him.  He revelled in the sensation of her silken vagina enveloping his manhood and brushing up and down the shaft.  She was tight and extremely wet.  Her fluid movements generated just enough friction to build an erotic charge in Ken's loins.

And suction.  He felt it pull on him with each of her upstrokes.  It was as if her vagina couldn't bear to let even a millimetre of his manhood escape her.

"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.

Ken moaned with her.

The mattress was soft and deep enough for both of their bodies to sink into it, but also had enough spring to aid the motions of their fucking.  Ken tensed his thighs and buttocks and thrust back, lifting her up and driving his cock deeper into the warm interior of her vagina.

Sulpa pinned him to the bed and speeded up to a faster rhythm.  Up, down, her body crashed into his and sent ripples of pleasure through his flesh.

"Oh, that feels so good," Ken sighed.

He understood why her clients came all the way out here.  And if that had been his original intention, past-Ken was a smart chappie.

Sulpa's pendulous breasts swung back and forth with her movements.  Little dewdrops of perspiration blossomed on her smooth, dusky skin.  With each stroke her sensual lips bunched up in a lush pout and she exhaled a fervid sigh.  Throughout it all her intense dark eyes remained fixed on his.

Whatever past-Ken had been, he'd picked up some experience in the bedroom.  Current-Ken was grateful he'd been bequeathed some staying power.  Sulpa was so hot, her pussy so tight, her movements so skilled it was taking all of his will to keep from coming too soon.

It helped that Sulpa was helping him.  Every time Ken thought he couldn't hold it in any longer she changed pace and rhythm.  Each change was like a short breather.  It brought him back from the brink, but only temporarily as Sulpa started up again and lifted his arousal even higher.  He stopped trying to thrust up with her.  Instead he lay back and luxuriated in the motions of her body.  She had the experience and what she was doing—all her little hip wiggles and changes of angle—felt incredible.

He smiled up at her and told her so, "You're incredible."

Sulpa rose up almost all the way off him.  Then she came down in one smooth motion that gobbled up the whole length of his shaft.  His swollen tip encountered a squishy obstruction at the back of her vagina.  Her body bore down on him and pushed the tip of his cock through the fleshy aperture and into a chamber filled with warm viscous fluid.

"Mmm.  Got you."  Sulpa smiled down at him.

She clenched.  Her pussy contracted around his cock and gripped it like a soft, fleshy vice.  The strange chamber at the end of her pussy wrapped tightly around the whole of Ken's bulbous glans, tight enough it was almost as though the two organs had merged into one.  He felt an odd sensation—like her vagina was not just sucking on his cock but the whole of his body.

"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said.  "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."


to be continued...

Okasare Kenny 1-5: Sulpa

The posting schedule is still a little erratic, but I'm trying to get on top of it.  Also, Sulpa has finally grown tired of playing with her food, so the usual NSFW and Don't-be-here-if-you're-younger-than-18 warnings apply.


1-5: Sulpa

"Wait!  Did you just say you were a succubus?  As in sex demon vampire thing succubus?"

"Yes," Sulpa said.  "Isn't it obvious?"

She pointed to the horns on top of her head.  She partially extended her gossamer bat wings.  She even grabbed her tail and waggled the tip in Ken's direction."

"Those are real?"

"Yes," Sulpa said.  "What did you think they were?"

"I thought I was seeing things," Ken said.  "Because of what Celestrico did to me."

Assuming Celestrico had done anything to him.  He had made an accord with his brain that he was going to treat everything that looked obviously weird as not there until his head cleared up.  That had fallen down around his feet.

"So this—all I'm seeing—is real?"

"Yes," Sulpa answered.  She seemed both bemused and amused.

Ken sprang backwards and reached for the sword at his belt.  His feet tangled in a cushion on the floor and he lost balance, nearly tipping over.

Sulpa arched an eyebrow.  "What are you doing?"

"You're a succubus—a sex demon vampire thing."

"Yes."

"You're going to suck all my energy out."

Ken managed to unsheathe his sword and waved it defensively in front of him.  Celestrico was right.  Fuck, she was right.

Sulpa didn't vamp out and attempt to fang him in the throat.  She watched his antics with puzzled amusement.

"Succubi do absorb some of their partner's energies during sexual intercourse, but we don't have to take it all," she said.  "And it wouldn't be good business in my line of work.  If I ate my clients I'd quickly run out of clients."

The tip of Ken's sword wavered but didn't drop.

"You look a little on-edge," Sulpa said.  "Why don't I leave you alone to rest and get your head back in order.  We can always have a good long fuck in the morning when you're feeling better."

"So you're just a prostitute that also happens to be a succubus?" Ken asked.

"It's a good arrangement," Sulpa said with a sultry smile.  "My food comes to me and pays for the pleasure of being fed upon."

Ken felt like an idiot.  Again.

She wasn't going to attack him.  She was just a pretty little hooker.

A pretty little hooker with wings and horns, but still a pretty little hooker.

He lowered his sword.

"My head is completely fucked up," he said.  "I keep seeing images of another world, one where everything's more advanced and there's no magic or demons.  It feels so real as well.  Like I'm from there originally.  Is that possible?"

"Celestrico really scrambled your brains," Sulpa said sympathetically.

"I just can't remember," he snarled in frustration.

Sulpa glided up to him.  Her warm hands slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his chest.

"You've had a rough day," she cooed.  "Let the soft touch of a woman soothe you."

She pressed her body against his.  Her perfume—spicy and exotic—bloomed around him in a cloud.

"A nice relaxing fuck with a mistress of pleasure is exactly what you need," Sulpa breathed in his ear.

That sounded like a bloody good idea to Ken.

But...

"This feeding, does it hurt?"

Amusement glimmered in Sulpa's dark eyes.  "It's extremely pleasurable," she said.  "My clients wouldn't be so eager to come back if it wasn't."

She tilted her fulsome lips up to his ear.

"I suck big, fat, juicy orgasms out of their cocks until they're writhing helplessly with pleasure."

Ken's heart fluttered before finding a new, faster pace.  Blood surged to his crotch.

"And if you don't believe me...  You're bigger than me.  Stronger.  More muscular."

Her lithe body squirmed in his arms.  Her hands found and gently squeezed his biceps.

"I'm sure a big strong hero like you would have no problems throwing a tiny little whore like me off you if you thought she'd drank enough."

Yes, that was right.  He could always stop her if it started to look dangerous.

He let her help him undo his belt and then remove his silly swords'n'sandal-wear.  Her hands and soft lips roamed all over his exposed flesh.  She pressed closer and he felt the little nubs of her nipples rub against his chest.  They left little streamers of pleasure in their wake.  Her lips wrapped around his nipple and he felt a blissful jolt as her lapping tongue tickled it.  Her hand found his erection and gently slithered up and down the shaft.

She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes.  "Let's go to bed."

That also sounded like a really splendid idea.

He let her manoeuvre him around towards the bed.  The back of his legs came up against the mattress and he let himself fall backwards into its soft clasp.

And it was soft.  Soft and extremely comfortable.  He slithered further back until his whole body rested in the centre of the massive bed.  Sulpa came with him, on top and raining soft kisses down on him all the way.  Her hand continued to gently stroke his erection.

Her lips moved up his body until they finally found his mouth.  She lay on top of him and they shared a dreamy kiss.

Dimly, Ken realised his left hand was still wrapped around something.  He let go of it so he could put his arms around Sulpa and lose himself totally in the kiss.

She broke it off and what seemed a blissful eternity.  She stared down at him with her big, dark eyes.  They were like whirlpools.  They pulled him in and drowned him.

"Let's fuck," she whispered.


And let's pause it there because I am evil personified.  This time it will definitely continue tomorrow as I got carried away and wrote so much for part 1-5 I ended up splitting it into two parts.

Okasare Kenny 1-4: Sulpa

And we're back!  Sorry about that.  The pause ended up being a little longer than anticipated.  This part ended up being a complete nightmare to write for some reason.  About six or seven versions of it ended up in the wastepaper basket over the last couple of days.  Either the characters weren't right or the story was spinning wheels without actually going anywhere.  Sometimes that happens (and I suspect there will be a few more similar pauses where the story gets stuck before the whole tale is told).  Anyway, here's part 1-4 and I hope I won't be making you wait as long for part 1-5.


1-4: Sulpa

She turned her dark eyes on Ken.  They smouldered like sultry magnets.

"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"

That sounded like a good idea actually.  Ken started to get to his feet.

Wait...

She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force.

No, not that.  That was Celestrico's silliness.

"Will I need to pay for this?" he asked.

Sulpa gave him a languid nod of her head.  "All who enter my house are welcome to partake of the pleasures of my body... for a price."

That was annoying.  Did he even have any money?  Yes.  He did, surprisingly enough.  He found a pouch bulging with coins hanging from his waist.  Had that always been there?

He detached the pouch and emptied some of the coins into his hand.  They looked like gold.

Or this was really his wallet and the funky post-hypnotic suggestion shit was fucking with his perception and making him see it as a fantasy-world equivalent.

"Five of those and all this..."  Sulpa stood up and swept her hands over the perfect contours of her body.  "...is yours for the night."

That sounded perfectly reasonable to Ken.

Assuming the money was his and he was not carrying it on behalf of someone else.  It would be more than a little awkward if he later found out it belonged to the local crime lord and he had to explain how he'd blown it on a hot hooker.

Sulpa saw his reluctant expression.  "You were likely on your way to spend your coin on me anyway," she said.  "There's no real other reason for travellers to be out here."

"Well in that case I owe it to past-Ken to carry out his wishes," Ken said with a charming smile.

He walked around the table and dropped five coins into Sulpa's outstretched palm.  She secreted them about her person, as scantily-dressed as it was, like a magician making coins vanish.

"That's my name, by the way," Ken said.  "Ken."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ken," Sulpa said.

Lithe and graceful, Sulpa led him to the curtain she'd entered through.  She glanced over her shoulder at him.  "My room is this way."

The passageway beyond was dark and the only illumination was tainted with fleshy shades of pink and red.  He followed Sulpa's shapely rump up two flights of stairs.  It was a lovely sight if a little spoilt by the shitty post-hypnotic suggestion that caused him to see a slender tail swinging back and forth with her hips.

Although it wasn't that bad.

Strangely alluring, in a way.

Current-Ken wondered if past-Ken had some strange tastes he'd neglected to tell him about.

He followed Sulpa around an intimate maze of narrow corridors.  This place seemed a little bigger than it looked from the outside, Ken thought.  He didn't pass any doors.  All the rooms were hidden behind thick sets of red drapes.  He tried to peep through the gaps and saw only darkness inside.

Sulpa stopped before one room and pulled the curtains aside.  They didn't swish aside like normal curtains.  The fabric was fixed in the centre of both floor and ceiling.  The entrance stretched open like the pupil of a cat's eye.

Or a particularly private part of the female anatomy, Ken thought.  An impression that was likely deliberately encouraged.

Sulpa turned to him.  Her lips were bunched up in a lush pout.  "Come inside," she said.

Nothing accidental about that innuendo either.

I'd love to, Ken thought.  Lots.

The room on the other side was mostly all bed.  A massive circular mattress lay against one corner.  It was piled high with fancy cushions and looked invitingly soft and luxurious.  Sulpa stood to the side, her body equally invitingly soft and luxurious.

"This is a little full on," Ken said.

"It's okay to have second thoughts," Sulpa said.  "This is a house of pleasure.  No-one is forced to do anything they don't want to."

"Oh I want to," Ken said.  "It's just this damn memory loss.  I don't know me.  I might be the sort that's uncomfortable with the idea of paying for it."

"You don't know how comfortable I can make you feel," Sulpa said.

Faint exotic scents tickled Ken's nostrils.

"I don't doubt it," he said.  "But I'm going to feel like a real piece of shit tomorrow if I wake up and remember I have a girlfriend or wife."

"Why?  You have a perfect excuse," Sulpa said.  "You were ensorcelled... confused.  Any lover, if she truly loves you, would understand."

She slowly peeled away the gossamer veils covering the shiny curves of her gorgeous breasts.

"You're a very bad girl," Ken smiled.  "Leading me astray like this."

Fuck it.  She was as hot as fuck.  He'd deal with the consequences—if there were any—later.

"Of course, what else would you expect from a succubus," Sulpa said.

I suspect the only one who thinks that's a twist is poor Kenny.  Let's see how he handles it next time (which hopefully won't be as long as the wait for this part).

Okasare Kenny 1-3: Sulpa

Typical me.  Leave it on a mini-cliffhanger and then neglect to update it the next day.  While I will try to keep a daily schedule, there will be the occasional blip.  Anyway, resuming our story...


1-3: Sulpa

Sulpa sighed.  She gestured to the far side of the table.

"Come, sit down.  There are some things you should know."

Well, this has deviated from the plan somewhat, Ken thought.  As Sulpa was not actively trying to fang him in the throat, he supposed he should hear her out.

Carefully.

He got back to his feet and took a place on the far side of the table.  He still kept hold of his sword.

"Celestrico is a trickster," Sulpa said.  "This is one of her games.  I'm sorry you've been dragged into it."

"So I'm not the brave hero chosen by destiny to rid the world of the demon queen?" Ken said.

To her credit Sulpa did try very hard not to laugh.

"Do you feel like a mighty warrior capable of taking on the forces of darkness single-handed?" Sulpa asked.

Ken looked at the sword in his hand, the one he wasn't really sure he knew how to wield correctly.

"I thought it sounded really silly," he said.  "But my head is so screwed up—I've lost my memory—I didn't have anything else to go on."

"That's Celestrico," Sulpa said.  "It's part of her game.  She finds a lone traveller, ensorcells them to cloud their memories and then convinces them they're on a vital and holy quest."

And probably screws around with their perception as well, Ken thought.  Just because he could see horns on Sulpa's head and bat wings sprouting from her back didn't mean they were there.  Maybe Celestrico had done that as well—hypnotized him into seeing a demon when all that was there was a harmless young woman.

It unnerved him.  He'd thought hypnotism was just a stage trick.  For someone to reach into his head like this and scramble his brain made him feel all skeevy.  Like returning home to find someone had been through all his private belongings.  No, worse than that.  This was his head, his thoughts—it didn't get any more personal.

"How do I reverse it?" has asked.

Seeing horns on every pretty girl he looked at wasn't going to be conducive to a healthy sex life.

"You'll be okay," Sulpa said.  "Your memory will come back in a day or so.  It did for the others."

That was a relief.  He still felt dirty.  Used.  He doubted that feeling would go away anytime soon.

"Why does she do it?" he asked.

Sulpa shrugged.  "Fun.  It amuses her.  She's always had a mischievous side."

Ken looked at his sword.  It was hard, metallic and pointy.  If he impaled someone with it they'd end up very dead.  Haha, let's all laugh at the innocent person twitching in agony on the end of a sword while they bleed out.

"Mischievous?  I'd go with sociopathic," he said.  "You're taking it way better than I would if I knew some lunatic was brain-washing hapless men and sending them on crazy quests to kill me."

"All of us around here are familiar with Celestrico's games," Sulpa said.  "They're not that dangerous.  She doesn't risk playing with powerful warriors.  Simple travellers and merchants are her usual playthings.  Men—and sometimes women—who aren't skilled in the combat arts."

"Yeah, but neither are dancers.  And you're unarmed," Ken pointed out.  He couldn't believe how blasé she was about the whole thing.  "What if I hadn't listened and attacked you?  You could be injured or even dead by now."

"I can look after myself."  The corner of Sulpa's lips turned up in a mysterious smile.  "If anything, it's you who should be more worried about death and injury.  There are others Celestrico could have sent you after, others that take a much dimmer view of would-be assassins."

Oh... shit, yeah.  Ken imagined what might have happened had his target been a local crime lord or dignitary—someone with bodyguards—and quickly pushed the image aside.  It was not pretty picture.

"You're lucky Celestrico chose me as your target," Sulpa said.  "The ones I've been forced to subdue enjoyed being subdued by me so much some of them returned as regular clients."

There was a dirty twinkle in her dark eyes and her smile was less than innocent.

Ken was still thinking of how much worse it could have been.  He wondered how much of his perception was fucked up.  How much of what he saw was real?  Was it a sword in his hand, or just a stick?  That might explain why she was so unconcerned by his appearance.  He thought he was in a brothel.  What if it was really someone's front living room?

"Ugh.  Sorry about this," Ken said.  "I'm feeling totally headfucked at the moment."

"That is Celestrico's intention," Sulpa said.

"What now?" Ken asked.

"You should rest here awhile and let your head clear.  Mmm..."

Sulpa placed a finger against her lips and stared thoughtfully into space.  The movement brought Ken's attention to her plump, sensual lips.  They glistened moistly in the low, intimate light.

"I do have a suggestion for how we can occupy that time."

She turned her dark eyes on Ken.  They smouldered like sultry magnets.

"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"


Uh oh.  Danger danger, Will Robinson Ken Parker-Stone.  We'll see how that pans out... tomorrow (possibly)

Okasare Kenny 1-2: Sulpa

A little later than planned, but still technically the next day.  I think.


1-2: Sulpa

Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside.  On the other side was a short corridor with a thick red drape at the end.  He remembered he was still wielding his sword and that marching into someone's front room with a drawn sword probably sent out the wrong impression.  He found a sheath attached to the belt around his waist and sheathed his sword.  He kept his left hand close.  The moment he saw a misplaced wrinkle or the slightest point of a fang this bad boy was coming straight back out again.

On the other side of the curtain was a luxurious waiting area.  The air was warmer inside and thick with a heady blend of incense.  The source of the heat was a large fireplace tucked into the far wall.  Jos sticks were positioned around the room and sent out hazy tendrils of perfumed smoke.  The floor was carpeted in thick furs and piled high with plump cushions in pastel shades of pink, red and purple.  An ornate hookah stood on a low table near the door.

Evidently they weren't kidding around with that partaking of pleasures thing, Ken thought.  Add a few dusky maidens dressed in nothing more than billowy see-through robes and he'd be able to fool himself into thinking he'd just walked into one of those decadent harem palaces of yore.

Currently it was a very empty pleasure palace of yore.  No dusky maidens in simmering gowns.  No grossly overweight, bald merchants ogling them.  No lantern-jawed heroic types being all manly while ogling them.

There was only Ken Parker-Stone, possible demon-slayer extraordinaire.

Hmm.  What did he do now?  Put his feet up and wait for the demon to come along and attempt to seduce him into offering up his throat?  At the moment there was a noticeable absence of both sexy seductions and throat attacks.

Silvery bells tinkled deeper in the building.  After a short pause a curtain on the other side of the room swished aside and a dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden who blew away all of Ken's fantasy images of dusky-skinned, dark-haired maidens entered the room.

"Greetings, weary traveller.  I am Sulpa," the gorgeous dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden said.

Okay.  This was sexy seduction and some, Ken thought.  She didn't really have to do anything.  Sex appeal oozed from her pores.

It also helped she was practically naked.  Or at least, might as well have been.  The billowy blouse and veils she wore were so gossamer-thin and transparent they might as well have not been there.  Beneath them her skin was the colour of creamy coffee and looked so smooth Ken felt a primitive longing to slide his hand over her curves.

And what curves she had.  Her chest and hips bloomed out in contrast to her slender waist.  She definitely had one of those improbable figures horny videogame artists liked so much, only it couldn't really be classed as improbable fantasy when the real thing was standing before Ken in the flesh.  It was flesh with next to nothing left to the imagination either.  Her dark nipples, clearly erect, were visible beneath her gauzy blouse.  The only part of her body not visible to Ken was the intimate part between her legs.  That was covered in a tiny triangle of darker material lined with filigree gold chain.

Her face was just as gorgeous as the rest of her body.  Black hair fell on either side in luxuriant waves.  Her lips were lush and achingly kissable.  Her most devastating feature was her eyes.  They were picked out in thick black kohl and smouldered as they stared at him with an intensity that made him feel like he was the sole focus of either a forever-burning passion or all-consuming hunger.  Or both.  Sulpa was not a woman who felt the need to hide her desires.

She also did not feel the need to hide what she really was.  Ken had expected to only see her demonic features when she transformed to attack him.  Sulpa entered the room already transformed.  She wore her demonic features out in the open.  Ken saw horns, wings and a tail.  They all had the same gossamer insubstantiality as the veils that failed to hide her flesh.  Her horns looked like they were made out of glass threaded through with twinkling stars.  Her wings and tail were the same.  As with Celestrico, Sulpa's additional features complemented and added to her exotic appeal.

Calm it, Ken thought.  Remember why you're here.

For all he knew, maybe she transformed from demonic to even more demonic when she got close enough to strike.

"Rest your weary feet, traveller," Sulpa said in a voice as smooth as a sensual caress.  "I will dance for you."

Ken settled down on one of the soft cushions.  Sulpa moved to an open area and began to dance.  Ken didn't know much about dance and couldn't identify what kind of dance it was.  Her movements were slow and languid, and seemed designed to show off the supple perfection of her form.  Gauzy veils floated around her in a hypnotic swirl.  Her wings, also see-through and delicately beautiful, functioned as additional veils sweeping and swirling around her gyrating form.

Throughout it all her dark, smouldering eyes remained fixed on Ken.  They, and the smooth economy of movement of her dance, ignited fires in his blood.

Remember what she is.

(might be)

Okay, so this was a lot stronger than flashing a bit of tit or ass.  Her dance mesmerised Ken.

He didn't realise how much she had captivated his attention until he realised she'd approached close enough to him for a perfumed veil to swish under his nose.  She danced closer still—bending her pliant body towards him.

She's going to fang you in the neck! a voice screamed at the back of his mind.

Panicking, Ken propelled himself backwards.  He failed to jump back to his feet and instead collided with the back wall, dislodging a piece of artwork from the wall.  He landed awkwardly on his ass, but just about managed to get his sword out of his sheath and wave it in the direction of the demonic dancer.

Sulpa stopped dancing and looked at Ken with a stunned expression.  Then understanding dawned on her face.

"You're here because Celestrico sent you, aren't you," she said.

She moved away and took a seat at the low table.

"What story did she use this time?  Let me guess, she told you I was an evil succubus that sucked the souls out of unfortunate travellers."

Sulpa sighed.  She gestured to the far side of the table.

"Come, sit down.  There are some things you should know."

to be continued...  (probably tomorrow, but also probably later rather than earlier)

Okasare Kenny 1-1: Sulpa

This is my experiment in live(ish) writing a new novel/serial.  It starts here with Chapter 0.


1-1: Sulpa

"Right, our first target is Sulpa the Succubus," Celestrico said.

"Target? You make this sound like an assassination mission," Ken said.

"Well, d'uh.  What part of 'slay the demon queen and all her vile lieutenants' did you not understand?"

"I know, but when you put it like that it sounds so... I dunno... cold-blooded."

"Oh don’t worry, it will be plenty hot-blooded enough for you when you're fighting for your life."

Ken wasn't sure he liked the smile Celestrico gave him.  He liked the prospect of 'fighting for his life' even less.  Whatever he'd been before he'd lost his memories, he was fairly certain 'fighting for his life' had not been an everyday part of it.  Once again he wondered how the hell he'd been selected for this crazy quest.

"A succubus?" he said.  "Isn't that some kind of sex demon vampire thing?"

He dimly remembered them from various fantasy-themed videogames.  They were usually demon women with improbably voluptuous figures and a predilection for wearing very little.  Sort of like Celestrico, now that he thought about it.

"That's right," Celestrico said.  "Physically Sulpa isn’t very powerful.  She will try and avoid a direct confrontation if she can.  If she's forced to fight, she will fall back on her charm and seduce skills to confuse and ensnare her opponent.  She's a succubus, so she can appear extremely tempting.  A strong-willed hero should be able to resist her wiles, though."

Assuming he was a strong-willed hero, Ken thought.  It was battle enough to avoid staring into the creamy pink chasm of Celestrico's exposed cleavage every time they talked.

"Overall Sulpa isn't very strong.  That's why I picked her as your first boss fight.  You should have no problems overcoming her."

Even Celestrico was using videogame terminology.  This world couldn't be as it appeared, Ken thought.

They had left the hill behind and descended down into a lush, fertile valley.  The air was considerably warmer and more pleasant down here.  Sulpa's 'lair' was an elegant house located on the side of a path that had broadened out into a road.  The building was positioned as though it was a roadside inn.  The décor spoke of another, less salubrious, function for the house.  Red lanterns hung from the eaves.  Fancy pink silks billowed in the heart-shaped windows of the first floor.

Yeah, had to be a whorehouse for sure, Ken thought.

"She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force," Celestrico said.

"I see," Ken said.  "So she's like one of those sexy vampires.  She gives some poor sucker a flash of her ass or titties and then when they get close enough... rawr! she sinks her fangs in."

Celestrico watched his mime of biting someone in the throat with amused bemusement.

"Yes, but it's not that mouth you should fear," she said.

"So what's the plan?" Ken asked.  "I charge in there..."  He wanted to say 'guns blazing' and that reinforced just how wrong this world was.  If he knew what a gun was, why wasn't he carrying one of them around instead of this trumped up kitchen knife?  "...sword swinging?"

"No.  She'll see you coming and flee," Celestrico said.  "You'll need to turn the tables on her.  Make her think you're one of her usual victims so you can get up close and... rawr!"  She mimed stabbing someone with a sword.

"Sounds like a plan," Ken said.

He left Celestrico and walked towards the entrance to the inn-cum-brothel-cum-evil-succubus-lair.  What he didn't tell her was that he also had another plan.

As he tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword and approached the door he felt discomfort rise within him.  He expected that.  He was walking up to a house, sword in hand, with the sole intent of murdering someone inside.  If that didn't weird him out he'd be worrying about his mental wellbeing to be honest.  Whatever he'd been before that damn arch had eaten his memories, it wasn't a ruthless killer.  Every instinct told him this was wrong, a bad thing to do.

Unless, of course, Sulpa turned out to be the monster Celestrico had said she was.  He had no qualms about shoving his sword through her guts if it was that or let her rip his jugular out.  That was different—him or her, kill or be killed.

This was where his other plan came in.  It was the same as the other with one crucial difference—he wouldn't attack anyone inside until he was absolutely certain they were a threat.  He still didn't know whether he could trust Celestrico.  He wasn't about to attack of opportunity Sulpa only to find out he'd just run through an innocent and perfectly harmless young woman.  Nope, he'd wait.  The moment she went all Klingon-face and tried to fang him in the neck... that's when he'd shove his sword through her guts.

There was a sign above the door.

Rest a While and Partake of our Pleasures, Weary Traveller.

Yep, knocking shop for sure.

The door was slightly ajar.  He put a hand on it and his confidence evaporated.  Was he really going to walk into the presence of something that might tear his throat out at any moment?  Armed with nothing more than an overgrown penknife?  He definitely had qualms about that.  Lots of qualms.  Shit fucking tons of qualms.

Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside.


Hmm, I think Kenny might have got his mythical monsters mixed up here.  To be continued tomorrow...

Okasare Kenny 0-3: Celestrico

0-3: Celestrico

"I am Celestrico," the girl in blue said.  "I am to be your guide on this holy mission."

A down stroke of her wings floated her up off the rock on a gentle puff of air.  She gracefully landed on the path before Ken and gave him a little bow.

Ken blanched.  Definitely not human.  Not human in the slightest.

"My guide?  But aren't you... I mean... you look like a demon.  No offence."

Celestrico shrugged.

"It's the rules.  The questing adventurer must have a guide.  And you're going to need all the help you can get.  Standing in your way are thirteen of the most depraved and perverted beings in all creation."

Celestrico gestured to a thick expanse of cloud hanging above the path before them.  Hazy shapes formed in the mist like images projected onto a swirling screen.  He saw a parade of demonic figures flicker by.  It was a perverse assemblage of the grotesque and the arousing.  He saw gorgeous curves and the kind of kinky outfits normally reserved for hardcore German S&M porn.  Juxtaposed with that were body parts that were the wrong shape, in the wrong place, or in the wrong number.  Or even from the wrong species.  He glimpsed tentacles, a scorpion's tail, vines covered in thorns.  Some of what he saw was so alien as to defy all description.  The images flashed by too fast for Ken to get a good look, but slow enough to make a mark on his memory.  He might not be able to recall them now, but they would return to him in the deepest depths of either wet dream or nightmare.

The last was a looming shape as ominous as a thunderhead.  Ken saw nothing more than a black silhouette and yet it filled him with a sense of visceral dread.  And also—to his shame—a weird kind of perverse arousal.

"Wait, what!" he protested.  "I thought you said I had to slay the demon queen.  Who are all these others?"

And why were they all female?  And what the hell was this boner doing in his pants?

Celestrico sighed.  "You can't just walk up to the front gate of the demon queen and challenge her.  You won't stand a chance.  No, you must take out her lieutenants first.  That will level you up enough to be able to face her."

"Level me up?" Ken said.  "You make this sound like a computer game."

That was more evidence to Ken that this world was wrong.  He couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered a world of cities, technology and computers.  It was not a world where people used swords to solve problems.

"This is stupid," Ken said.  "Why send a single fighter instead of an army?  I'm going back to recruit more people."

Celestrico's eyes widened.

"You can't do that," she said.  "You're their chosen one.  If you turn down your calling they'll have you killed."

Fucking great.  How the fuck had he ended up in this position?  Surely he hadn't been dumb enough to volunteer.

"You shouldn't think so negatively," Celestrico said.  "I'm certain you were selected for a reason.  There are hidden powers within you.  And with me as your guide nothing will stand in our way."

"Why are you so keen?" Ken asked.  "Aren't you a demon too?"

Celestrico flashed him a vulpine smile.  "I'm a demon with ambition.  Each high-ranking demon you slay creates an opening for others to move up the ranks."

So much for the holiness of the cause, Ken thought.  At least she was honest.  Knowing she had a sensible motivation for all this, even if it was selfish, made him more confident she'd do her best to help him.

Help him.  Did that mean he was really going to go through with this insanity?

Did he have any other choice?

His memory was fucked.  He didn't have the slightest clue what was going on.  Until he got a better idea he might as well follow her for now.

The fact she had the nicest ass he'd ever seen might have contributed to his decision.

"Okay, lead the way," he said.

"Not yet," Celestrico said.  "There are protocols we have to follow first.  What is your name, brave hero?"

"Ken.  Ken Parker-Stone."

"Mighty Kenny.  Your righteous quest to slay the demon queen and rid the land of her evil begins here.  May your bravery carry you through to glorious victory."

Ken was amazed she was able to deliver that with a straight face.


Next up, Chapter 1: Sulpa the Succubus...

Okasare Kenny 0-2: Celestrico

0-2: Celestrico

"I take it you are on a quest to slay the demon queen."

"I am?"

"Why else would you be carrying that?"

The girl with the blue hair nodded down at Ken's left hand.  He looked down and realised his hand was wrapped around the hilt of a sword.  The blade shone like polished silver.  The weight and balance was perfect for his hand, and yet it still felt out of place—a foreign object grafted onto the end of his arm.

Ken looked down at the rest of his body and saw he was wearing a light tunic cinched at the waist by a plain brown leather belt.  On his feet were a pair of open-toed sandals.

No wonder he felt cold.

"This doesn't feel right," Ken said.

His outfit seemed a little queer… archaic.  It was the kind of dress only worn by someone in an old-fashioned swords'n'sandals movie.  Was he in cosplay as well?

"Yep, it is rather stupid," the girl in blue said.  "Every so often the frightened citizens of the human lands nominate a brave adventurer and send them on a quest to rid the world of the malevolent demon queen."

"That sounds dumb," Ken said.  "Why send a single person?  Why not send an army?"

The girl in blue shrugged.  "Beats me.  It must be some silly prophecy or something like that."

Ken looked doubtfully at the sword in his left hand.  Did he even know how to wield it?

"I don't think I would have agreed to this," he said.

"No-one said they had to be a smart brave adventurer," she said.

She glanced away.

"Actually, that might be a disqualifying attribute," she said to herself.

Ken looked doubtfully at his sword and then at the girl with blue hair and horns.  She did look sort of demonish.  She had horns.  She had wings.  She even had a slender blue tail with a spade-like tip.

Her tail kept attracting his gaze and unsettling him.  It took a while to click why.  The tail was doing something no inert piece of cosplay should be able to do—it was moving of its own volition.

If her tail was real, then it meant those horns, wings and bright red eyes likely weren't costume either.  And if they weren't costume then it meant this situation was even more fucked up and weird than it first appeared, as there was a real, actual demon girl sitting in front of him.

And if she was a real, actual demon girl and he was on a quest to slay the demon queen...

"Um, are we supposed to fight or something?" Ken asked.

The demon girl rolled her eyes.

"Pulease.  Do I look like a fighter to you?"

She had a point there.  She did not look like a fighter.  Given the amount of flesh her costume was displaying, another profession did spring to mind.  Ken pushed that thought to one side out of politeness.  That didn't stop his imagination throwing together various explicit images.  He was a young, healthy man after all, and—demonic features aside—the girl with the blue hair was seriously fucking hot.

"I am Celestrico," the girl in blue said.  "I am to be your guide on this holy mission."

A down stroke of her wings floated her up off the rock on a gentle puff of air.  She gracefully landed on the path before Ken and gave him a little bow.

Ken blanched.  Definitely not human.  Not human in the slightest.


to be continued...

Okasare Kenny 0-1: Celestrico

And it begins, a new little writing project for here while I wait for my muse to come back on the other, more important, writing projects.

Okasare Kenny

0-1: Celestrico

...and emerged on the other side.

Ken Parker-Stone paused.  Whoa, what had just happened?

He was standing on the side of a hill, somewhere near the top.  High enough to scrape the undersides of thick, fluffy clouds.  Grey mist billowed around him.  The air was damp and slightly chill.  Weather-beaten rock formations loomed out of the fog on either side of a seldom-travelled path.

Okay, what the fuck was he doing here? Ken thought.

He looked behind him.  The path carried on beneath a worn stone archway that stood alone on the side of the hill.  Whatever structure the arch had once belonged to had long since fallen to rubble.  It stood alone.  Its stones had been scoured by the elements and were covered in lichen.  The whole arch listed to the side like a battered hero—mortally wounded yet defiantly refusing to fall.

The mist was thickest beneath the archway.  Ken couldn't see through to the other side.  The same thick fog shrouded his own memories.  He tried to recall how he'd got here or even what he'd been doing moments ago.  Nothing.  The fog between his ears was just as impenetrable as the fog beneath the arch.

At least you still remember your name, he thought—Kenneth Parker-Stone.  And who are you and what are you doing here, Ken Parker-Stone? he thought.

He turned away from the arch and saw he was not alone on the path.  A few metres further down an attractive woman in bright blue clothing sat on a flat rock next to the path.  She spotted Ken and gave him a friendly wave.

Ken waved back.  He walked down the path towards her.  Maybe she knew who he was.

Maybe she'd also been brought here mysteriously, same as him.  She certainly wasn't dressed appropriately for hiking up the side of a hill.  She looked like she'd just stepped out of a fancy city-centre party, possibly one with a fetish bent.  Her long, frizzy hair was dyed bright electric blue in colour.  As bright as her hair was, her outfit—what little there was of it, as it was skimpy and covered little of her flesh—was brighter still.  Shiny blue rubber was stretched taut across her chest and formed a V as it covered her crotch and little else.  She wore thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves made out of the same glossy material.

She must be freezing, Ken thought.  Much of her cleavage was showing as was a circular patch of her flat stomach.  As good as it was at emphasising her gorgeous figure, it was not an outfit for hiking up hills on a damp, chilly day.  Not that she seemed bothered by the cold air at all.

Ken paused as he approached her.  There were horns growing out of her voluminous electric-blue hair.  They were long and swept back in an elegant curve like the horns of a goat.  What he first took to be a coat or cape resolved into folded up bat wings—dark blue in colour—behind her back.

Was he dreaming and her some fantastical manifestation of his sleeping imagination?

And a fucking smokin' hot manifestation at that.

No.  The mist might have leant his vision a dreamlike haze, but all his other senses told him this was real.

A word for her appearance entered his mind—cosplay.

What she was doing in cosplay on the side of this forsaken hill was anyone's guess.

What he was doing on the side of this forsaken hill was anyone's guess.

"Um, this is going to sound really weird," Ken said.  "Do you know me?  You see, I think I might have slipped and banged my head.  My memory is all messed up and I don't remember how I got here or what I'm doing up here."

"That'll be the arch," the girl in blue said.

Ken noticed her costume also extended to contact lenses that made her eyes the colour of glittering rubies, or freshly-spilled blood.

"There's enchantment on the stones to cloud the memories of all who pass beneath," she explained.

Enchantment?

"It makes you forget," she elaborated.

"Forget what?" Ken asked.

Why would he want to step under an archway that made him forget?  What was it he wanted to forget?

Why was he even taking her words at face value when they were obviously crazy?

"It's a purification ritual," the girl continued.  "It's to remove all impurities from the mind so there's nothing for her to latch on to and exploit."

"Huh?"

"It's the first step for all embarking on a quest to slay the demon queen."

Her words weren't getting any less crazy, Ken thought.

"I take it you are on a quest to slay the demon queen."

to be continued...

Introducing: Okasare Kenny

Coming soon on this very blog:


Okasare Kenny

Ken Parker-Stone is on a quest.  That’s what Celestrico, a sexy devil girl with blue hair and bat wings, tells him.  She’s his faithful guide on a holy mission to slay the demon queen.

Ken doesn’t trust her.  This world feels wrong.  It feels like a videogame.  Worse, it feels like a hardcore Japanese hentai videogame.  Ken needs to find a way out.  This won’t be easy.  Standing between Ken and the exit are thirteen of the most depraved and perverted monster girls in the universe.  And they want to do some very bad things with Kenny.  Naughty things.  Perverted things...


Slight change of plan.  I was going to jump back into the world of Jackson in HRPG-World, but this idea has been straining at the back of my head for a while.  Rather than fight it, I thought I’d let it leap, gibbering, into an unsuspecting world (and at the moment I’m up for trying anything to get back to a regular writing schedule).

This is my attempt to out-Violated Hero Violated Hero.  Or even out-Xelvy/Delphinus Xelvy/Delphinus.  Let’s see what the little black cells can come up with when given free reign.

As I’m going to try to pin myself to a daily schedule in the same way I wrote my Let’s Play series of Monmusu Quest: Paradox I reckon the pressure and strain will induce the required level of insanity after a couple of weeks.  Should be fun.

ETA: And the first part is now up