Sandwiched by Succubi... Out now!

It's out:

You can get it on Amazon here.

Smashwords here.

And Kobo here.

Smashwords will also distribute it to other ebook retailers.

As with "Sandwiched by Slimes", it's a long short at just shy of 10K words.  There's plenty of hot, sexy 2-succubus-on-1-guy action, so you should get your bang (oo er, missus) for your (single) buck.

Reviews would be great, but I also appreciate people's desire for anonymity when perusing this sort of subject manner.  Feel free to drop any musings/questions in the comment section below.

As always, I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

This year has not been the most organised in terms of my writing.  With a bit of luck I'm past the worse of it and we'll see "Sandwiched by Scyllas" this time next month.  (And maybe even some long-awaited chapters for Succubus Summoning 201).

More teasers for Sandwiched by Succubi

Here's a little more on the next instalment of Sandwiched by, "Sandwiched by Succubi".

The blurb:


Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M.E. Hydra.  The third in the series, “Sandwiched by Succubi”, sees a man given a night of mind-blowing sex by a pair of succubi.

Julian Cress-Vejce is a man used to getting what he wants.  What he wants is a pair of succubi for a night of hot sex.  At an exclusive brothel specialising in otherworldly beauties the madam cautions against this.  Sex with a succubus is an intense experience and one is more than enough for most men.  But Julian Cress-Vejce isn’t most men, and what he wants he gets...

Sandwiched by.  One dude, two sexy babes.  A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...


The cover:

And a little excerpt:

The succubi closed the door behind him.  Eyes smouldering with desire and lips puffed up in seductive pouts, they surrounded him and helped him remove his expensive Armani suit.  They needed no help to remove their own clothing, what little of it there was.  The only things they had on were matching sets of skimpy black leather bra and panties.  A few deft movements and they weren’t even wearing those.

Julian admired the naked, buxom bodies of the succubi.  They admired his naked, muscular form.  He itched to give their naked, buxom bodies a closer examination.  Unfortunately, as much as he wished he was here solely to satisfy his carnal desires, this was not the case.

“Is that the Mark of Glykon?”

The skin of both succubi was marked.  Was it a tattoo or brand?  Either way they both bore a strange circular design on their body that looked like a pentagram made out of crucifixes.  On the succubus with a ponytail the mark was positioned on her belly, just below her navel.  On the other it was located on her left breast, right above her heart.  Assuming she had a heart.

They nodded.

Strange glyphs were positioned at each corner of the pentagrams and equally strange writing ran along each line.  They looked like the kind of tattoo you might find on your typical deadbeat, Satan-worshipping metal head.  Ironically, those marks were the one thing preventing the ‘demons’ from attacking him.

“So, without that you’d both be trying to rip out my heart and entrails right about now,” Julian said.

“Oh no,” the succubus with untied hair said.  “We’d never do anything so crass.”

“It would be a waste,” the succubus with the ponytail said.

The succubi closed in enough for the soft flesh of their sizable boobs to press and rub against him.  Their hands roamed over his exposed flesh, leaving a pleasant static charge wherever they caressed him.  Julian was very hard in a matter of moments.

“We deal only in pleasure,” the first succubus said.

“We’d get you so horny,” the second added.

“Wrap your hard cock in our sinfully soft cunts.”

“And gently suck.”

“And suck.”

“And you’d spend and spend in our luscious cunts.”

“Spend and spend and spend.”

“Until you were all empty.”

“Dried up and empty.”  One whispered in his ear.  Her lips were close enough to brush against him.

Julian was a little freaked out by how much that turned him on.  While screwing hot, gorgeous women was one of life’s finest pleasures, it wasn’t fine enough for him to think his own life was a price worth paying to experience the ultimate of sensual pleasures.  Or rather, shouldn’t be.  This little exchange had given him a glimpse into how dangerously enticing succubi could be.

The two succubi chuckled at his disquiet.  The sound was dark and rich like a delectable dessert you knew was bad for you and yet couldn’t resist taking a second helping.

“Do you fear us?” the succubus with a ponytail asked.

I'm putting the final touches on the ebook.  Look out for it on Amazon, smashwords and other places in the next couple of days.

UPDATE: I've just uploaded the files.  "Sandwiched by Succubi" will be out on the 13th August!

Coming Soon... Sandwiched by Succubi

It's been a little quiet here of late, but here's some good news.

Coming soon:

("Sandwiched by Scyllas" is now the next one after this)

SJWs Must Die!

Now that's a title that's going to get me into trouble if I ever have the misfortune of it going viral... :)

While there'll be some twonk somewhere that'll try and grab this as evidence of me giving out 'death threats' or some other stupidity, I'm actually writing about Eli Roth's forthcoming horror film The Green Inferno.  There's a news piece floating around about how Eli Roth's 'Green Inferno' devours the Internet's 'social justice warriors' and that caught my eye because of thoughts I've had on expanding the usual list of acceptable-horror-movie-victim tropes.

There have always been character archetypes in horror (especially slasher flicks) that exist for the audience to hate and cheer on their inevitable gruesome demise.  In any teen setting (which is most slasher flicks) you're likely going to get: the thuggish, bullying jock (plus cronies); the beautiful-but-vicious prom queen; the arrogant, amoral rich kid.  Over the next few years I think we'll see a new archetype added to that list: the sanctimonious SJW.

Now I imagine at this point some readers are going, "B-b-but what's wrong with social justice warriors?  They're good people.  They fight the good fight for the minorities and those without privilege."

Hmm, yeah.  It's complicated.  Social Justice Warrior (SJW) started out as a derogatory term, probably as an offshoot of Keyboard Warrior.  Then the meanings got murkier as far-right wingnuts started using it as a label for people they disagreed with and more moderately liberal folk started to embrace the slur thrown in their direction as a positive ("I am a proud social justice warrior/bard/etc").  Now SJW seems to be moving back to its original meaning as more and more normal folks experience bruising encounters on social media with the extremist element the term was originally coined for.

When I mention SJWs assume I'm talking about that extreme element - the people that clothe themselves in the language of social justice and use it as cover to engage in online thuggery (a good example of which can be found here).  I've been fairly open about my own distaste for this group of people and with good reason.  I'm a creator and while I'm fine with negative criticism, seeing concerted, organised attempts to shut writers/game developers/film makers down because someone didn't like the themes they were using or their personal politics make me very nervous.  While they're coming from the opposite ends of the political spectrum, SJWs are the Mary Whitehouses, Tipper Gores and Jack Thompsons of this generation with a slightly different paint job.

Which brings me back to character archetypes.  SJWs are the modern Stop-Having-Fun-Authority (as in you can't do x because it's cultural appropriation/triggering/offensive to people with skin as thick as tissue paper/insert buzzword of the day).  The Stop-Having-Fun-Authority is a typical antagonist in comedy (and sometimes an annoying obstacle in horror).  Typically they're a religious and highly conservative authority figure over-stepping themselves in order to play morality police.  With the declining influence of that group it wouldn't surprise me if we start seeing the overbearing morality police characters coming from the other side of the political spectrum. An enterprising comedy writer could definitely have a lot of fun lampooning that aspect of modern US college campuses.

It's something I've been musing about for my own stories.  Creating a truly awful character in the knowledge you're going to inflict a hideous fate on them is one of the pleasures of writing horror.  In the past I've used the usual tropes - the corrupt politician, violent thugs, the office sex pest, a group of obnoxious teens, a critic abusing their role for sexual favours - and I think there's potential to add various flavours of SJW to that list.  If only to make a change from the usual 'guy being an asshole to women and getting his comeuppance at vagina of succubus' story. :)

I did have a playful dab at it here, but to be fair the protagonist is rather mild and the only thing they're guilty of is naivete and foolishness.  (Not that I'm exactly known for showing mercy to the naive and foolish).

Given that most people's patience appears to be running thin on SJW nonsense, I'd love to nail that archetype correctly in a cosmic justice type story.  I think it will require a little more work to create a truly satisfying SJW asshole protagonist.  There are a few pitfalls to avoid.  In this case I think an ostensibly apolitical approach is correct.  "Haha, take that pinko scum for being a stupid libtard" will play well for a small audience and very badly for the rest.  Go for the character's actions making them an asshole rather than what they believe (or pretend to believe).

I'm curious to see what Roth does with The Green Inferno.  His previous movies (Hostel in particular) have been interesting in how he subverts the usual horror tropes in who gets killed and when.  The innocent virgin has about the same chance of surviving a Roth horror as the slutty-girl-who-sleeps-around character in a Friday the 13th film (basically, none).

It's worth dissecting Deodato's classic horror, Cannibal Holocaust, at this point as this is the main influence to The Green Inferno.  The main characters in that film are so repulsive and what they do is so repugnant most viewers will be cheering on the cannibals way before the end of the movie.  A problem for a lot of horror films (as opposed to horror short stories) is forcing your audience to spend an hour-or-so in the company of utter assholes while they wait for them to meet their horrible ends can get a little wearing.  Cannibal Holocaust gets around this by running two story lines.  The moral centre, of sorts, to the tale is provided in the character charged with finding out what happened to the original film crew and returning with their footage.

From what I've seen and read so far, it sounds like the soon-to-be cannibal fodder in The Green Inferno fall more into the category of naive and stupid slacktivists than the vicious online thugs and bullies normally associated with the SJW label.  It will probably still be a lot of fun watching them all get eaten, though.

A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day available in Print form

A few months late, but it's here.

This is the physical copy version of my latest short story collection.  The ebook version did come out around Saint Patrick's Day a few months ago, but the print version ended up lagging behind for one reason or another.  This has now been fixed, so if you prefer to read my stories in physical book form rather than on an ereader, the latest collection is now available.

Here's the blurb:

Who is the lucky one - the man given sensual pleasure beyond his dreams, or the succubus that ensnares and drains him? 

Dangerous and delectable sirens abound in M. E. Hydra's sixth collection of horror erotica.  Within these pages you'll find thirteen tales that will tempt, tease, titillate and terrify.  Read and enjoy as dark temptresses weave their seductive webs and draw in their (un)fortunate prey. 

In "A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day" a down-on-his-luck gambler thinks his fortune has changed when a magical succubus comes to his aid.  A strange agency provides an unusual service in "The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency".  A researcher has a dangerous and highly sensual encounter with an alien creature in "A Real-Life Goo Girl".  In "Number 66" an expat searches for an unusual girl in the fleshpots of Bangkok.  An accomplished thief falls prey to a shadowy guardian in "Rogue vs. Lamia".  A rich man gets the bigger dick he's always wanted in "Crabs", only to discover the treatment has some alarming side effects.  And finally, a young man gets a surprise when he tries to rape the wrong victim in "Joe Boyega Picks a Bad Night to Become a Rapist". 

They'll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares...

The collection consists of 13 stories of sexy succubus/monster girl horror erotica.  Six of these can only be found in this collection while a seventh only appeared previously in a horror erotica anthology from eXcessica.

The print versions aren't big sellers for me, mainly because Print-on-Demand makes books considerably more expensive than typical mass-market paperbacks, but I always like to make a print option available if I can because I know some people prefer to own physical books over ebooks.  It's also a nice ego-trip for a writer to see their own books sitting on a bookshelf. :D

Anyway, sorry for making you wait so long for this, print lovers.  I'll try to make sure the print and ereader version releases are synchronised a little better for future books.

Hentai Game Review: Sexy Girls Hunt

Okay, we have a slightly different type of monster girl hentai game to look at on the blog today.

Sexy Girls Hunt is a battlefuck game and the plot does feature a brave hero using his "weapon" to defend a kingdom from hordes of nympho succubi, but it's not an RPG-maker clone.  While it has typical JRPG elements – levelling up, top-down exploration, turn-based battles – the art style is different and everything is mouse-driven.  You move the character around by clicking on the screen with the mouse.

Sort of, but not quite a RPG-maker game

With the games with their own custom game engines there are sometimes problems with hooking text for machine translation.  I was able to mostly follow what was going on with AGTH, although some text is in image form (the manual, annoyingly), which rendered it impossible to hook.

A refreshingly non-shota main character this time

Let's start with the good.  This is a very pretty game.  It has some of the nicest artwork I've seen on a monster girl hentai game.  Not only that, but there is a ton of animation.  NPCs noticeably... ahem... jiggle when you speak to them and the battlefuck sex scenes are fully animated.  Picture a ROBF or Erotical Night, but with an art quality approaching the Violated Hero series.  These are some luscious scenes of succubus fucking.

Oh and this is animated as well

Now for the not so good.  There's not much to the gameplay during the battlefucking.  Combat is turn-based and controlled by running the mouse over coloured circles on the screen.  I didn't really spot any strategy here to be honest.  Most of the time I set the fights to auto and tried to make sure my main character was at least two levels higher than the random encounters (personally I found those lush lush sex animations more enjoyable on auto anyway).  For bosses you'll need to be a much higher level, but if you're stuck there's a consumable that can be bought (it's the very bottom one) that gives an instant win when used.

The map has five locations of increasing difficulty.  Everything is fully accessible from the beginning aside from the final location, which requires previous bosses to be defeated in order to advance through various gates.

The world map

Overall there are twelve monster types to fight fuck.  They're mostly your classic succubi, but there are a few other monster girl types thrown in as well such as slime girls, cat girls, dryads and elves.  Each has minor variations in hair colour and underwear, but their moves don't change.  There are two different sex animations depending on who is "attacking".

Additional hentai content is provided in the form of side quests and mini-games.  There are ten female side quest givers.  Satisfy their conditions and you'll be rewarded with a short sex scene with a little mouse interactivity.  The mini-games vary from standard tile puzzles, to an arcade "bullet-hell" sequence and a comically lewd version of whack-a-mole where you slap female asses.  Nothing too taxing, but drawn in the same lush and appropriately pervy art style.

Yes please.  The result doesn't matter

Overall I quite liked Sexy Girls Hunt.  The game is a bit short and not very challenging, but there is plenty of gorgeous H material to enjoy.  It's a simple sex game with delicious succubi.  Nowt wrong with that at all.

Shiborito in the Bag, part 6

"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.

"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.

She squatted down and the light was shut out as her ass descended.  Cohen was enveloped first by the thick aroma of her sex and then the flesh of her ass as she sat on his face.  Cohen couldn't twist his head away.  She followed him, keeping her pussy pressed tightly over his nose and mouth.  Her felt the soft lips of her pussy brush against his face.  They gaped wide and the dark space was filled with the sinful perfume of her sex.  The scent rushed straight through his body and filled his straining balls.  Eryx pressed down with her thighs again the thick cream squished around Cohen's over-sensitized penis.  The sensations tickled up his shaft in moist waves.

Oh god, Cohen thought.

His balls clenched as though they'd been gripped in a fist.  His spine bucked and the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever felt erupted from his cock.  He gasped but not through lack of air—Eunectis had already lifted her smothering ass.  His body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably.  That out of control train had smashed into a wall at the end of the line and was now so much wreckage.  His semen bubbled up out of his twitching erection like a geyser.  His own cream was mixing with the cream in the bag.

Eryx and Eunectis stood up off his wriggling form and stared down at him with sultry smiles.  Estrumpthia walked up to them, still pressing the rubber cup to her crotch.  Like the other two she'd changed, but her pale skin had a bluish tinge rather than red.  Like the other two she had horns, wings and a tail.

She looked down at Cohen and licked her lips.  "Mmm, the sight of a human thrashing around in helpless ecstasy makes me so horny."

She pressed the funnel-type adaptor at the end of the pipe tight to her pussy, squatted and pressed her hips forward.  Cohen heard a loud and strangely erotic liquid sound.  More soft cream flowed up against Cohen's body.  He groaned as his balls clenched and he emptied another thick stream of cum into the bag.  The ejaculation wasn't stopping.  He felt the pleasure spin on and on as a constant stream of semen flowed up his erection in steady pulses.

Estrumpthia removed the cup from her vagina and Cohen saw her labia were speckled with pinkish-white froth.  She unscrewed the funnel attachment from the end of the pipe and passed the pipe to Eryx.  The other girl screwed a nozzle attachment onto the end.  It looked like the end of a hookah pipe, but larger.

Cohen looked at the devil girls with fearful eyes.  It was getting harder to concentrate.  The sensations inundated his thoughts in the same way the soft cream surrounded his body.

"Wha...?" he muttered thickly.

His body was no longer his.  His hips kept twitching as semen poured out of him in an endless succession of spurts.

Eunectis crouched down next to him.  He saw her smiling face above the large round swells of her breasts.

"You're our little shiborito in the bag," she said.  "Estrumpthia has filled it up with her special vaginal secretions.  They've soaked into you.  You're coming out your life and soul, and we're going to slurp it all up in our lovely pussies."

Eryx squatted down on the other side of the bag and inserted the nozzle between the folds of her vagina.  Her abdomen gave a little flex and the pipe was sucked deeper inside her.  The noises started then—like thick cream being sucked up through a straw.  Cohen felt a strange tugging sensation focused on his crotch.

Eryx opened her eyes and sighed.

"Delicious," she said.

She handed the pipe to Estrumpthia, who also inserted it up into her sex.

"There's no need to be anxious," Eunectis whispered to Cohen.  "It feels nice."

The horrible liquid sucking sounds started up again.

Cohen didn't feel anxious.  Estrumpthia's secretions had soaked into his skin and coated his nerve endings in cotton wool.  He felt like he was floating in a warm fluffy cloud.  His writhing had quietened down to little twitches every time he released a spurt of cum into the bag.

It felt so good—warm and comfortable.  He was no longer sure if he was inside the bag or the bag.  He felt like he was floating around inside an outer skin of black latex—not solid or liquid.

Estrumpthia took her time with the nozzle.  She sighed in pleasure as her vagina clamped around it and she sucked up the cream in the bag.

It wasn't just the cream around him she was sucking, it felt like they were sucking up him.  He released his essence up into the bag and she drew part of it up into her body, leaving him diminished in the process.

And Cohen no longer cared.  The pleasure had overwhelmed and subsumed his mind.  All he cared about was the orgasm still rumbling through him, still coaxing his body to ejaculate more and more.  He lay back and floated on a cloud of pleasure as his life, essence and soul pulsed out into the bag.

The succubi passed the nozzle amongst themselves.  They sucked up the cream and essence until the bag began to deflate.  The black rubber crinkled up and subsided as the succubi sighed in satisfaction as they sucked more and more out of the bag.  The vac-bed wrinkled up and the man inside wrinkled up with it.

Eryx's vagina clenched around the pipe and drew out the last dregs with a ghastly slurping sound.

"A most satisfactory present from Ms Brite," she said.

On the floor the glossy black rubber sheets were wrinkled as they tightly wrapped a human form.  This human form also looked as though all the air had been pumped out of him.  A face that was little more than skin stretched over a skull stared out of a circular opening in the top sheet.  The shrivelled lips were stretched taut in a ghastly grin.

"And we even cured his anxiety," Eunectis said.

THE END