"A Succubus for Social Justice" is out!

The new collection should now be live. Here are some links where you can find it.

Amazon (ebook and print)
Kobo
Barnes & Noble
Apple Books
Google Books
Smashwords

There is an issue with Smashwords at the moment. They were bought by Draft2Digital recently and I have accounts on both. For this book I had to go through D2D rather than upload to Smashwords directly, and it doesn't see the author accounts as the same. The book appears to be up ok, and it's still possible to find the older books by searching directly. I need to get in touch with D2D to properly merge the two accounts.

Also, if you're wondering why the covers are slightly different on some outlets - a strategic titles change was needed to cover up an exposed nipple. D2D wasn't happy with it. :D

There are 9 short stories plus the longer multi-part "A Succubus for Social Justice" story. I broke that into 4 "acts" so I can pretend the book has 13 "stories". Superstition, ah.

Here's the blurb:

Demonic Justice is like Cosmic Justice, just a little less... accurate.

Erotic Horror master M. E. Hydra returns with a seventh sizzling collection of short stories featuring sexy succubi and other monster girls.

“Outcall with a Succubus” sees an overworked politician receive a visit from an amorous guest. A man suffering from anxiety is prescribed an unusual vac-bed treatment in “Shiborito in the Bag”. A group of activists in “A Trial in Vennington” discover a succubus is not quite the instrument of feminist vengeance they hoped for. An arrogant mage in “Mage vs Succubus Slime” learns why it’s important to have a full party after he’s ensnared and drained of his levels by a special slime girl. And finally, “A Succubus for Social Justice” has a succubus used as a tool of assassination, until the wrong target is chosen...

Enjoy these and other dark tales of erotic evil. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

I hope you enjoy the book. Let me know your thoughts below (and especially if you run into any formatting or buying issues I might have missed).

This is going to be an odd one considering this is a supposedly a "short story collection", but please avoid posting spoilers. It's a bit more than a collection of "standalone" short stories...

Excerpt - Outcall with a Succubus

The new collection A Succubus for Social Justice officially out tomorrow.  It can be pre-ordered in ebook form here and the print version should also go live tomorrow.  Here is an excerpt from another one of the new stories.

This is from "Outcall with a Succubus", which is a direct sequel to the very first Nicole story, "Incall with a Succubus". In this, Nicole provides an outcall rather than incall service. There are also a lot of other shenanigans going on. The viewpoint protagonist isn't aware of them, but hopefully the reader will be able to figure out what's actually going on (you'll understand when you read the whole story). Once again, Nicole isn't being completely truthful...

"Do you have a spare room?" Nicole asked.

He took her to another room two doors down.

"It's in the middle of refurbishment," Newman said.

It would be more accurate to say it was at the beginning of refurbishment, and had been for some time.  It was originally going to be a children's room, but then Geneviève had... died.  Newman still didn't know what he wanted to do with it.  The walls were half painted.  There wasn't even a carpet on the floor.

"Maybe a bit too basic," Newman said.  "Not very comfy."

"No, it's perfect," Nicole said.

She walked in and looked around.

"Hold on," Newman said.  "I think I have an air mattress stored away somewhere.  It'll be better than doing it on the floorboards."

"That won't be necessary," Nicole said.  "I brought some kit with me."

She placed her chic black handbag on the floor and unzipped it.  The first items she removed seemed commonplace enough.  They looked like regular tealight candles.  Nicole placed them around the empty spare room.  What was less regular was how Nicole lit them.  She didn't have any matches or anything like that.  Instead, she just touched the wick with the tip of a long fingernail and it sparked into flame.  One of the advantages of being a hell demon, Newman supposed.

The candles also weren't as regular as they initially appeared.  After being lit, they produced copious amounts of scented pink smoke.  The room started to fill up with a pink haze.  The perfumed smoke also had an effect on Newman.  His head started to feel comfortably warm and fuzzy.  The fumes had a more dramatic effect... downstairs.

"You should take them off," Nicole said, glancing at the tented front of Newman's trousers.  "Before they get uncomfortable."

Yes, that would be a good idea, Newman thought.  His erection was feeling constricted.  He started to take his clothes off.

He paused his undressing when he noticed Nicole take a strange item out of her handbag.  It looked like a black egg made out of glossy black rubber.  Nicole held it in her palm and positioned her hand between her legs.

She turned to Newman.

"You can watch if you like, but I should warn you.  This might look a little strange."

Nicole had already removed her underwear.  She squatted down and pushed the black egg up between the folds of her labia and into her vagina.  Then she held her pose—as stiff as a statue.

A black rubbery bubble emerged from Nicole's vagina, and slowly expanded out between her legs.  It looked like she was blowing up a piece of bubblegum, but with her sex rather than her mouth.  She leaned back and extended her wings as the black something unfurled and rolled out across the floor.  Until, with a soft sigh, Nicole pushed the last of it out.  It lay on the floor, wet and glistening, a strange black cushion about seven or eight feet in diameter.  It seemed to dry and settle until the shape became more distinct.

It looked like she'd given birth to a circular air mattress and Newman had to stifle a giggle at how absurd that sounded.

"I did warn you it would look unusual," Nicole said with a sheepish smile.

"I guess that's why I don't need to fetch the airbed," Newman said.

"It's a special air mattress," Nicole said, "impregnated with succubus magic.  The process to inflate it is a little unusual."

"Definitely unusual," Newman said, "and a little kinky."

"Oh good," Nicole said.  "I was hoping you'd use that word."

She stood up and a pulse of heat radiated from her body.

"I have a little confession to make."

She looked uncharacteristically embarrassed.

"It's difficult to explain as the terms are not exactly analogous, but I'm in the succubus version of in heat."

Read the rest in the full collection, out tomorrow!

Excerpt - Mage vs Succubus Slime

A Succubus for Social Justice is out at the end of the week (and the ebook can be pre-ordered here). To build up the hype, here's an excerpt from another one of the new, collection-exclusive stories.

I was playing around with some litfic conventions with this one (where characters know they are in an RPG and are aware of the stats and game mechanics). I felt that would be a good excuse to depict the classic RPG succubus level drain (albeit from a slime girl with similar powers). However, it might not necessarily be as it appears...

"He's feisty," the pink slime girl said.  "Let's get him up off his feet so he can't do anything."

She gathered up her amorphous body around him and lifted Mage up off the stone floor.  Now he was totally fucked.  His arms and legs kept thrashing ineffectually as he was tipped on his ass and suspended in the blob of pink jelly.  He was stuck like an insect on a water droplet.  The monster's digestive juices were already starting to work on his robes.  The edges were fraying and holes were starting to appear.

Fuck.  That was epic gear.  It was going to cost a fortune to repair.

"Hmpth.  All that undignified thrashing is rather unsightly," the succubus complained.  "Volumphtia, drain his stamina."

"As you wish, Mistress," the pink slime girl said.

She turned back to Mage with a lascivious smile.

"Stamina Drain," she said, her plump lips bunching up in a suggestive pout.

The jelly moved around Mage's body.  It pressed up close and rubbed against his flesh.  It felt like a massage, and not one of those clean sports massages either.  A green glow formed around Mage's body and then flowed up into the slime girl's torso.  Her substantial bust swelled as if she was taking a deep breath, but it was that strange green energy she inhaled into herself.

Mage's green stamina gauge dwindled away to nothing, and—unlike what should happen—stopped replenishing altogether.  It had a more tangible effect on Mage.  Without stamina, he lost the ability to struggle or even move at all.  All he could do was lie limply within the pink jelly.

"Ah, that's better," the slime girl said.  "Now you just lie back and I'll make you comfortable."

She reached over to fluff up a jelly pillow for Mage's head.

This was all... weird, Mage thought.  It did feel surprisingly comfortable, as if he was lying in a warm bath rather than a giant slime monster.

"Let's dissolve away all those annoying clothes so you can be naked like me," the slime girl said.

A giant slime monster filled with acid, Mage thought with discomfort.  The durability on his very expensive epic robes went to zero as they frayed away to nothingness.  His flesh would be next...

The slime girl must have read his mind.

"What, you think I'm going to dissolve you as well," she said.  She looked mortified.  "That would be horrible.  No, my acids only work on dead or inorganic matter like robes and armor."

A slime that only dissolved clothes to make people naked?  What perv had designed this place?

Whatever she'd done with her Stamina Drain, it must have also debuffed his max stamina down to zero, or close to zero, as well.  It was replenishing, but only a little sliver at the bottom of the bar.  Not enough to allow Mage any useful physical actions.

All he had left was his items.  The slime absorbed any magic he tried to cast, but what about magic items.  He had a teleportation stone, but it was just the basic version.  Using it required sacrificing all his unspent experience, and Mage was so close to level 113.  Mage didn't really want to use it unless it was a last resort.

There had to be something he could do.  Come on, think.  Mages could do everything, that was why they were the best class.

The slime girl glanced over to the succubus on the throne.  "Magic drain?" she asked.

"Yes, you can drain his magic," the succubus said.

"Oh yummy," the slime girl said.

She turned back and leaned over Mage.  She stuck her hands into the mass of pink jelly.  Her face twisted in concentration.  "Magic Drain."

The warm jelly was in motion around Mage's body again—caressing, rubbing.  This time a blue glow seeped from Mage's body into the surrounding pink jelly.

His blue magic bar started to decrease at an alarming rate.

Shit.  He needed some MP to activate the teleportation stone.  His last resort was quickly becoming no resort.

He activated his Stone of Teleportation: Basic and said "Home."

Nothing happened.

The slime girl lifted a hand out of the mass and wagged a finger at Mage.

"Ah ah.  No magic allowed while you're inside me," she said.

She sank her hand back into the blob.  More blue energy poured out of Mage's body and seeped into the surrounding pink slime.  The slime girl's big boobs swelled and ebbed as if she was taking deep breaths.  The blue light swirled within the main blob before flowing up into the slime girl's torso.

"Ah, so much."

She accepted it with sighs that sounded suspiciously like orgasmic moans.

The draining process also felt suspiciously pleasurable.  Within the blob, Mage felt he was getting an all-over massage.  One of the naughty ones.  Even the more intimate parts of his body weren't spared.  That, the slime girl's erotic sighs, and the sight of her big naked boobs bouncing right above him triggered a predictable response from his body.  His penis started to lengthen and swell up in erection.

The slime girl noticed and paused her drain.

"I can suck it from there if you want.  It will feel really nice."

A Succubus for Social Justice - Print Version

The upcoming collection, A Succubus for Social Justice, will have a print version.

As much as I hate using Amazon's Kindle Create program (it's shite), I did manage to produce a print manuscript out of it that previewed okay.  Kindle Create is frustratingly annoying to use as it doesn't seem to allow much in the way of formatting (Want to use a different font for "Contents", hahahaha... ugh), so it's pretty much the default template inside.

Despite this it seemed to come out pretty well aside from Amazon's default 9 x 6 being a little bigger than I'm used to in a paperback.

I did order a proof copy to check it out.  That looked okay, so I'll be offering a print version of A Succubus for Social Justice alongside the ebook version.

Unfortunately, Print-on-Demand paperbacks cost a little more than the standard mass-market paperbacks you get in bookshops, so I had to set a price of $15.99 for this one.

The print option is there, though, for people that prefer that.  It doesn't have a pre-order page for some reason, but will go live on the official release date of Nov 14th.

Now that I'm a little bit more comfortable with creating the print versions, I'm planning to go through my back catalogue and make print versions available for the older books (probably with new cover art for the collections).

Excerpt - "A Succubus for Social Justice, Part 7"

With the new ebook out in a week and a half (you can pre-order it here), I think it's time to build some hype with various little excerpts.

The nameless succubus from the succubus tablet is very active in this collection. One thing I knew I had to do was bring in a greater variety to her 'kills' than the usual 'get on top and ride man until drained to beef jerky'. She's a little Freddy Krueger-esque in her stories for this one (but with deadly sex rather than gore).

This seems fairly fitting. A while back I speculated that one of the reasons we don't get good succubus horror movies is that The Nightmare on Elm Street series established Freddy Krueger as the Ur-Dream Demon. Between his power set and sexy vamps, succubi pretty much got squeezed out of horror movies. (It also doesn't help that sex is much more of a cultural no-no in American movies than gore.)

Here is the nameless succubus being a little more creative than normal.

Then he was falling...

He landed on a billowing sheet of glossy black latex. It took him a few moments to catch up with what had happened. Gravity had reversed. What had looked like a strange rubber canopy affixed to the ceiling was now a billowing rubber floor filled with air, or maybe even water. Quentin slid down to a depression in the middle of the pit.

How the fuck was this even possible?

Looking up, he could see the rest of his bedroom hanging from the ceiling as if glued in place.

There was motion opposite Quentin. A face pushed up against the rubber. It kept pushing and the rubber stretched as first a head and then a naked female torso emerged from the rubber floor. It was the succubus, in her true form. She had devil horns sticking up at her temples. She slowly rose up out of the floor. At first the rubber seemed to stretch as she pushed up against it, then it seemed to merge with and become her skin, as if the whole rubber floor was part of her body. She looked completely naked, with her body covered in a layer of black latex paint. Quentin could see her nipples—perky, erect, and pointed. He might have appreciated them more if he wasn't currently freaking out.

"Ahhhh." The latex covering her lower jaw parted as she opened her mouth and let out a long erotic sigh. The rubber covered her like a second skin, right down to her teeth.

She glanced sultrily at Quentin. Her lips bunched up in a disappointed pout.

"You left so soon," she said. "Before we had a chance to get to know each other more... intimately."

"What do you want?" Quentin asked.

"Why you, my scrumptious," the succubus answered. "I want you inside me."

She tipped her head back and let out an indecent moan.

The latex sheet Quentin was lying on seemed to soften, especially at his feet in the bottom of the depression. The rubber there changed to the constituency of soft mud and Quentin's feet sank into it.

What the?

Quentin tried to pull them out. It felt like he'd stepped into thick cloying mud. It was difficult as there was virtually nothing to give him any purchase. There was just the rubber sheet and that seemed to be inflated up off the floor like an airbed. Quentin leant back and lifted his knees. He kept pulling and felt something give.

His trainers. His feet were sliding out. Quentin was fine with that. She could keep them.

Yes, he could feel his feet coming free.

The succubus let out another lewd sigh.

The rubber floor swelled up around him. Quentin's trainers and socks were sucked down into the black morass. Unfortunately, the billowing rubber rolled up around his naked feet and gripped his ankles. As the succubus finished letting out her sigh, the floor subsided and Quentin's feet were tugged down with it. It felt like they'd been tightly shrink-wrapped in warm pliable rubber.

Fuck. He was going to be sucked down like it was quicksand if this kept up.

The full story can be found in "A Succubus for Social Justice and other tales of Erotic Evil. Available on Amazon to pre-order here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FYNHHW32

Thinking back to the Freddy Krueger analogy. That has been dormant of late, which maybe creates an opening for a new dream demon to haunt horror. The other thing missing from movies over the past couple of decades is the T 'n' A that used to be fairly ubiquitous in films back in the 90s and earlier (maybe a little too unnecessarily gratuitous in some cases, but at least it wasn't boring).

Maybe the time is right for a good succubus horror movie that isn't afraid to show a little nudity...

Available for Pre-Order - "A Succubus for Social Justice and other tales of Erotic Evil"

It's ready...

I've submitted the manuscript to Amazon and the official release date is set for Nov 14th.  You can pre-order it here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FYNHHW32

Here is the blurb:

Demonic Justice is like Cosmic Justice, just a little less... accurate.

Erotic Horror master M. E. Hydra returns with a seventh sizzling collection of short stories featuring sexy succubi and other monster girls.

“Outcall with a Succubus” sees an overworked politician receive a visit from an amorous guest. A man suffering from anxiety is prescribed an unusual vac-bed treatment in “Shiborito in the Bag”. A group of activists in “A Trial in Vennington” discover a succubus is not quite the instrument of feminist vengeance they hoped for. An arrogant mage in “Mage vs Succubus Slime” learns why it’s important to have a full party after he’s ensnared and drained of his levels by a special slime girl. And finally, “A Succubus for Social Justice” has a succubus used as a tool of assassination, until the wrong target is chosen...

Enjoy these and other dark tales of erotic evil. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

It's a weird book. The central framing story, "A Succubus for Social Justice", is a multi-part novella. Each part is a separate short story of a different protagonist being hunted down by the nameless succubus from the succubus tablet.

However, the other short stories also serve to introduce characters that appear in the central story, or start threads that are continued in later stories. Technically, each functions as a standalone story, but they are all part of a larger story.

That makes the collection somewhere in between a standard short story collection and a classic fix-up novel.

There are some pretty big lore moments, especially in the "A Succubus for Social Justice" stories.  The finale in particular has some surprise connections and hints of connections.

Anyway, two weeks, and then you'll be able to read them yourselves. I'll be teasing with various excerpts over those two weeks to hype things up.

I'm also looking into getting a print version ready for this one. Unfortunately, print versions are usually a little expensive for print-on-demand books (about $20 for a paperback) and the formatting is a lot fiddlier. I'm doing my research and hoping to get that ready to release at the same time. I can't guarantee on that. Creating a manuscript for an ebook is a doddle. Creating a manuscript for a print book is a... headache.

I hope you enjoy the book when it comes out.

Harlot Art Preview - N'gleria Sepiida

My schedule has been thrown off over the past month while I finish off the new collection of short stories.  I haven't forgotten about the harlot art previews.  Here is N'gleria Sepiida.

She loves brains in a man.  Big juicy brains...

Art is by Marwmellow.

For more on current progress on House of Hellish Harlots, check out my Patreon or SubscribeStar.

I took a month off to put a new collection of short stories together.  All the writing is done for that.  I'm currently waiting on the cover art while I format the manuscript and carry out the final edits.  Expect a big announcement on when that's coming out as an ebook in a couple of weeks or so.