H-space MGB Story: Interrogatrix Shell

When LT Stewart Peter Bate woke up to the sound of low, soft murmurs, his first thought was that he was back at home in bed, snuggled up with his darling Erica.  But his lovely Erica—from a good family, maybe a little too prim and proper for her own good—had never sounded so wanton... so in need, sexually.

The bed Bate was lying in was also soft, too soft.  Soft, squishy and moist.  He couldn't move his limbs either.  They felt weighted down and tangled up as if some kind of monstrous python was coiled around each limb.  And the smell...

"Mmm, you're awake."

Bate opened his eyes.  He was lying on, or in, some kind of nightmare.  Raw, oozing flesh squirmed all around him.  Fleshy tubes, pinkish-white in color, surrounded and entangled his limbs like a nest of peeled snakes.  Rising above it all and straddling Bate at the waist was the monster woman.

She had the body of a nude pinup, or maybe even one of those ridiculously busty anime girls made flesh.  Both her bust and hips were pronounced and curvy, but there was not a trace of excess fat anywhere else on her body.

She was also clearly a monster.  Her skin was the wrong shade of pink—pallid, sickly, like squirming invertebrates—and covered in a wet sheen of slime.  She had no hair.  Instead, a mass of tubular tentacles cascaded over her shoulders.  Each terminated in a blind maw.  Similar openings were present on the side of her neck, just below her pointed ears.  They contracted and dilated as if she was breathing through them.  Her face was pretty enough—finely sculpted, with luscious full lips—if you ignored her eyes.  They were yellow and had vertical barbell-shaped pupils like those of an octopus.

He was still in H-space, Bate realized.

And in the clutches of one of the hindigs.

"Mmm, such a nice body," the hindig straddling him said.

She kept making slutty mmm-ing sounds as she caressed his exposed chest with her hand.  It felt as warm and as soft as a loving woman's hand.  The trail of slime it left on Bate's skin, less so.

Bate struggled.  The thick muscular bonds coiled around his limbs, that he'd first taken for snakes until he'd realized they were too soft... too squishy, pulled tighter and tighter until Bate could barely move at all.

"Don't do that," the woman that looked like raw shellfish said.  Her plump lips bunched up in an insouciant pout.  "My flesh is soft and delicate."

What did she mean—her flesh?  Was all this part of her body?  In the dim light he could see she was straddling him, but he couldn't see any legs, or even where her body ended and the fleshy mass he was lying in began.

Where was he?  He felt enclosed.  Looking up he saw some kind of ceiling, so low down it was just above the hindig's head.  It was inlaid with what looked like mother-of-pearl, but wrong in some fashion Bate couldn't quite put his finger on, only that it gave him a queasy feeling in the bottom of his guts.  He saw that the ceiling curved around on either side so that both of them appeared to be inside some kind of pod or shell.  The dim light was provided by glowing bulbs on the end of tubular stalks.  They looked organic in nature.

Bate continued to flex against his bonds.  What he lay in had a similar rubbery strength and texture to viscera.  Or maybe octopi; he remembered some he'd caught while diving.  Maybe it was part of her.  Maybe it was her internals.  Maybe it was delicate.  Maybe he could hurt her.

He gripped and twisted and tugged whatever he could close his hands around.

The only moans the hindig let out were sexual in nature.  She gave a low chuckle.

Delicate, my ass! Bate thought.  Her flesh might have felt soft and squishy, but he couldn't rip or tear it at all.

The hindig laughed at his efforts.  "You squirm so much.  It's ticklish."

Bate had never felt so helpless.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"Not much, just a little information," the monster girl replied.  Her yellow eyes were bright in the gloom.

"Fuck off," Bate said.

"Oh, you will give it me," she said.  "It's just a case of getting you in the right mood."

Squirming motion started up all around Bate.  He tried to turn his head, and when that motion was denied him, flicked his eyes to the left and right.  Dripping with slime, pink tubes rose up out of the wriggling mass of flesh.  Incongruously, each terminated in part of a human face.  Only part.  The top of the head, from the nose upwards had been neatly sliced off, leaving behind only mouths lined with full, feminine lips.  Despite missing everything else, the lips still turned up in sultry knowing smiles, still pouted as if to kiss, still whispered lewd suggestions to Bate.

"wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup," Bate muttered over and over like a mantra.

This coffin of squirming horrors couldn't be real.  It had to be a nightmare.

"Why would you want to wake from a dream as sweet as this," the monster girl whispered.

The disenfaced mouths dipped down on Bate's body.  He felt their soft lips brush and sigh against his exposed flesh.  He felt stiff little tongues flicking his nipples.  He even felt one wriggle underneath him and use its tongue to probe around the sensitive rim of his anus.

Two mouths reared up on either side of Bate's head.  They puckered full red lips and exhaled clouds of perfumed smoke into his face.  Bate tried holding his breath.  It was useless.  They were in a contained space; the gas—whatever it was—wasn't going anywhere.  He had to take a breath sometime, and when he did it was laced with the drugged gas.

The effect was immediate.  Bate felt a pleasant tingling all over.  His vision went fuzzy... soft focus.  Like one of those old softcore movies where they used to smear Vaseline on the lens.

The form of the monstrous woman straddling him blurred and shifted.  She became the busty pinup teenaged Bate had seen once in a very old skin mag and went on to become the focus of much of his carnal nighttime imaginings.  Now she was sitting astride him... sitting astride his naked form.

She'd also brought friends.  He felt the soft press of their lips—kissing... suckling...  He felt their wet little tongues—licking... tickling...  But he couldn't see them, even the one that pressed warm lips against his and locked tongues in a passionate kiss.

He couldn't see her because the top half of her head wasn't there.

Bate blinked furiously.

Fantasy, don't fall for the fantasy.

Her lips formed a seal around his mouth.  The fleshy tube the faceless mouth had in place of a throat swelled and a sweet-tasting liquid was regurgitated into Bate's mouth.  He had to swallow and the fleshy tube throbbed and pulsed as more of the liquid was pumped down his throat.  The drug flowed into his bloodstream and he felt warm and pleasantly tingly all over.

"Relax" the pinup astride him said.  "We do not use pain to extract information here.  We give our captives love and pleasure, and in turn they offer up—freely—their secrets."

She let her weight settle on Bate's lap.  His burgeoning erection was drawn up into her and enclosed in warm quivering flesh.

He was fucking her...

...fucking this monster.

And it felt good, really good.

The soft walls of her sex undulated against his cock in slow, peristaltic waves.  She added to the sensation with slow, sensual up-and-down movements of her hips.

"You'll tell me everything, won't you?" she asked him sweetly.  She clutched and squeezed her large tits as she rose up and down on him.

No, he mustn't.

"I'll make you feel so good... so nice."  She finished with a low sensual moan.

Her mouth tube continued to pour drugged fluid down Bate's throat.  Other mouths blew warm scented air into his face.  Others were all over his body—kissing, licking.  He felt them gently sucking on his fingers and toes.  One even had a stiff tongue wriggling away in his ass.  He writhed helplessly in the bed of quivering meat as she stroked and licked and sucked him to higher pinnacles of ecstasy.

"You don't have to hold back," she whispered.

Her whole body throbbed in time to the muscular pulses squeezing Bate's cock.  The openings in her neck swelled and contracted.  Her big bust rose up and down.  It felt like she was putting her whole body into sucking on his member.  Chest, hips, stomach—everything moving in and out as if she was taking in deep breaths... deep breaths of him.

"Just let it all out, let everything out into me."

Her soft body flexed and Bate couldn't hold out any longer.  He came with a loud gasp.

"Yessss," she hissed in triumph.  "Give me everything."

Bate felt his cock swell against the pressure of her walls and then the overwhelming bliss of release as he spurted his semen inside her.  On and on it flowed.  Her body kept working, kept throbbing, kept sucking, kept urging.  Enslaved by it, Bate gave her everything.

Then, once the jangling sparkling tremors of orgasmic bliss had subsided enough for him to regain some control of his body, Bate told her everything she wanted to know.



"This is very bad, Stewart, very bad.  We never thought the HSIOs had the capability or even the desire to question the men they've taken like this.  And if they get access to one of the senior research staff here they could...  No.  It doesn't bear thinking about.  Command must be informed of this.  Now tell me again exactly what the lieutenant told her..."

"Sandwiched by Stomachs" is out!

I've been inactive for a while, but now it's time to get the ball rolling again.  If you've been enjoying the H-space monster girl bestiary stories I've been posting recently, I have a treat for you.  "Sandwiched by Stomachs" is more of the same weirdness, but over a much longer length and in greater explicit detail.

You can get it for the low, low price of $0.99/£0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords
Kobo
(and other retailers through Smashwords)

Here's the blurb:


Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra.  The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.

CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space.  While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form.  These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy.  Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?

Sandwiched by.  One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes.  A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...

And the cover:

(Yes, I know need to find a proper cover artist.  Working on it...)

If you've enjoyed the various monster girl shorts I've posted here over the past year, please support my writing and pick up a copy of "Sandwiched by Stomachs" from your ebook retailer of choice (if it isn't at your ebook retailer of choice, let me know and I'll try and fix that.)

As for the H-space monster girl bestiary stories, I'm looking to get that restarted next week (finally!)

Excerpt from "Sandwiched by Stomachs"

I finished all the uploading today.  "Sandwiched by Stomachs" should go live either tomorrow or Sunday.  Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite while you're waiting:


She kissed him and Maynard's mouth filled up with a hot liquid that was thick and sticky like syrup.

Maynard opened his eyes.

It wasn't Aldonza.

It wasn't human.

In form it resembled a human woman.  It was featureless.  Or rather, there were features—eyes, nose, mouth—but they were the same color as the rest of her skin, as if she'd been freshly popped from a plastic mold.  It wasn't flesh-tone pink either, but a paler, clammy shade—like viscera exposed to the light.

That's what she looked like—a girl made from viscera.  Whitish-pink fluids oozed up all over her skin.  Greater quantities drooled from her full and surprisingly sensual lips.

Shocked, Maynard tried to pull away.  The girl hugged him tighter.  He heard a low chuckle from the top of the mound.

"It would have been better for you had you not broken my charm, but I can't say I'm disappointed," the woman on top of the mound, who was not a researcher from FOB Lamanche, said.

Maynard looked over at her and wondered how he'd ever mistaken her for human.  A set of red horns, curved and pointed like those of a bull, grew out of the side of her head.  Her hair was long and red and cascaded over her naked shoulders.  It looked wet.  Not wet as if it had been freshly washed, but wet as if it wasn't hair at all and instead some kind of mucus or slime.  She was naked and her skin was pale white in color and had an unnatural sheen—like worms never exposed to the sun.  She had red markings on her midriff and exposed breasts that resembled tribal tattoos.  Her boobs were big and round—the kind prized by the scummy magazines and websites that liked to objectify the female form.

That was the weirdest part.  Even under all the alien crap she still had the face and figure of a stunningly attractive young woman.  Above the waist anyway.  Below the waist... did she even have a 'below the waist'?  Maynard couldn't see legs.  Instead her body broadened out in some kind of glistening trunk that descended into the mound.

Maynard didn't think she had a foot stuck, or even that the mound was a mound.  He suspected it was a part of her in same way the shell was part of the tortoise.

"What are you?" Maynard asked.

And if the shell was part of her, did that mean this pink, floppy thing in his arms was as well?

"And what's this?"

Maynard tried to fend off the blob of wet tissue shaped like a woman.  It had arms around Maynard like a drunken slut.  He couldn't push her—it!—off.  His hands kept slipping off its slimy surface.

"I'm Desquerida," the girl—monster!—on top of the mound said.  "I suppose you could describe that as my stomach."

Stomach?  What the fuck?

Maynard noticed what was happening to his uniform.  Holes appeared where the fabric appeared to be rotting away.

"I can extrude my stomach outside my body to catch and digest prey," Desquerida said.

Maynard redoubled his efforts.  He couldn't break away.  The woman-shaped blob of flesh might have felt light like a balloon, but the surface was rubbery and sprang back from his blows.  It was also covered in a layer of slippery slime that prevented Maynard from getting a good grip.

"Oh but that makes it sound so revoltingly crude.  This is a plane of pleasure.  The consumed must be given pleasure by those that consume them.  That is the rule here.  If you hadn't broken my charm it would have been in the sweet embrace of one you love."

Maynard kept struggling even as his uniform fell away in tatters.

"Although I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer it this way," the monster added with a girlish giggle.  "It's always so much more enjoyable when the prey is fully aware what's happening to them."


It's icky and vore-y, but there should still be plenty of hot (if weird) monster girl sex for people that are a bit more ambivalent on the vore thing.  It's more a full-length version of the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary profiles I've been posting over the last year (and realising that was the angle I should take with it finally allowed me to finish it and get the Sandwiched by series moving again.)

The full version should be available for you to read from all good ebook retailers at the bargain price of $0.99 in the next day or so.

New Sandwiched by on the way - "Sandwiched by Stomachs"

No, I haven't forgotten about that series.

This one is also set in H-space.  It's a little weird... a little vore-y... but that shouldn't be too much of a surprise if you've been following the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary series.  Here's the blurb:


Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra.  The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.

CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space.  While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form.  These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy.  Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?

Sandwiched by.  One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes.  A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...

It's about four or five times the length of a typical H-space MGB story, so you can expect things to get very graphic and detailed indeed.  I'm still working on the formatting and cover.  The plan is to upload it to Amazon and other retailers tomorrow, which should make it available to buy at some point over the weekend.  I'll post an excerpt as an appetiser some time tomorrow, and then the full puff piece as soon as I see it go live.

As for the H-space MGB stories I post for free here - I'm back to writing them (finally!).  I don't want to get in the way of the Sandwiched by promo stuff, so I'll hold the next one back until that's cleared (probably early next week).

Looking for Artists

Exactly as the title says.

After seeing the marvellous job RaidouZERO made of Nurse Honey and Jude Duval's sterling work in getting other Succubus Summoning 101 characters done, I thought it was time I got in on the art commission game.

For a while I've been regularly allocating X amount of money to one of my hobbies.  After losing a bit of interest in that hobby, I thought about it and realised I could take that $X I'd normally spend anyway and turn it into a budget for art commissions instead.  It's not a purely narcissistic impulse.  Projects like the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary would be 1000x better if the stories and profiles were accompanied by pictures like Yenn-Ash's beautiful Boob-Snake.

So the questions are what, who, when and how much is a fair rate to offer?

One project I have in mind is a series of pin-ups of the succubus characters in the new novel I'm working on.  These are something I want to splash around the internet to promote the book before it comes out.  This is, of course, reliant on me getting a little deeper on that novel (things went a little rocky on the first section for a while, but I think I might have dragged that one back on schedule).  It would be nice to have an artist (or artists) lined up in advance to have the pieces ready.

Another project is book covers.  This is a little bit more dull and prosaic out of necessity as Amazon and other online retailers are very strict on what can be put on a cover.  One thing I'd like to do is juice up the Sandwiched by covers.

Here are the existing ones for reference:

I like the font, layout and the design of a central "man" icon sandwiched by two amorous monster girls.  The monster girl silhouettes could be... better.  A lot better.  So if you can produce good silhouettes of monster girls and can handle weirder concepts such as "stomach girl" or "slug girl" in a relatively fast time frame, or know someone that can, I have some work (and money) I can throw your way (likely 12-13 pieces in total).

Coming back to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary, I think this is the project that would benefit most from having some nice sexy artwork.  My $X won't be enough to do every monster girl, but it can start things off and if the early results are good, I'll try opening up a Patreon (or something similar) and see if that can keep the funding flowing for additional pieces.

(Also, getting this kind of framework off the ground might open up other possibilities. e.g. hentai games).

Then there's a question of which monster girls to start with.

One thing I was thinking of was to find an artist good at succubus/monster girl work (and also available for commissions) and give them a choice of 3-5 H-space monster girls within their area of speciality and see what they come up with.

Another fun approach might be to throw up regular polls and let you out there decide which one gets done next.

First up, I need to tap up some artists and find out their commission rates (to get an idea of how far I can stretch my $X).

If you know of any that would be a perfect fit and are currently open for commissions, please drop a link to their work (Deviant Art, Hentai Foundry, etc) in the comments and I'll see if I can throw some work their way.

Even better, if you are an artist that loves creating pictures of sexy succubi and monster girls, get in touch with your rates.  (I can be emailed at manyeyedhydra@googlemail.com)

The internet could always do with more pictures of sexy succubi and monster girls. ;) 

"New" Story up on Literotica - "Exile"

Okay, so it's not exactly a "new" story, as "Exile" was the second story in A Succubus Freedom.

I'm not planning on posting the other exclusive stories from the collections anytime soon.  I just like this one and thought it could do with being read by a wider audience.

It was my attempt to write a more literary erotic horror piece like you might find in one of the more upmarket horror anthologies, and I think (caveat: writers are notoriously bad at judging their own work) I pulled it off.

Anyway, read it for yourself.

I like having the odd piece like this around just to prove I can actually write.  I imagine the score and comments on Literotica will remind me why I shouldn't write this type of story too often! :)

It is, however, not a new story, and I know some of you are antsy to see fresh succubus smut.  There is, however, good news on this front.  The writing engines are up and running again.  Last week I rattled off an 8,000 word story I'd been stuck on for over a year.  More info to come next week.

(Hint: Sandwiched by)

It's all From Software's fault...

Not dead, but I have been seeing this screen a lot:

(Not my actual screenshot.  I yoinked it off an image search.  But given how many times I ate an axe or a shotgun blast to the face from Papa G, it seems appropriate.  Bloodborne players will know my pain...)

Yup.  I've been spending some time here:

and here:

I'm very late to the party with both, but after picking up a PS4 I knew I had to catch up on both given that both Dark Souls I and II are two of my favourite games.  Both Dark Souls III and Bloodborne are incredible.  I was uncertain on Bloodborne at the start given that playing Dark Souls without a shield is suicide for someone of my poor reflexes and the starting area is remorselessly brutal. (According to the PS trophy stats only 60% of players got past Father Gascoigne.  He's the second boss.)  Now I think Bloodborne might be the best of all the "Souls" games.  It might even be the best horror game ever made (although Silent Hill 2 provides some stiff competition - why the hell they adapted the weaker story lines of 1 and 3 for the Silent Hill movies and not 2 is one of life's eternal mysteries).  The horror aesthetic and atmosphere of Bloodborne is incredible.  Sure, it's a pastiche of Gothic Horror that eventually twists into Lovecraftian Cosmic Horror, and in that respect brings nothing new, but the execution is just so damn good.  I'm not sure what From Software has next in the pipeline, but I'd love to see them bring the same aesthetic to a sci-fi game.

Obviously this has cratered my writing productivity somewhat, but to be honest I was getting a bit burnt out anyway and throwing myself into vidyagames for a while is my usual way of recharging and getting the flame going again (obvious Souls pun is obvious Souls pun).

We'll see how it goes.  Currently I'm working on a full novel/novella, trying to resurrect the Sandwiched by Stomachs story, and a couple of H-space stories that might end up being full short stories in their own right (which I'll post both here and on Literotica if they reach fruition).

Mojo is still unfortunately absent, but I haven't given up on recapturing it just yet... ;)

Trailer for Monmusu Quest: Paradox 2

Oh hello, what's this:

A trailer for Monmusu Quest: Paradox 2

(I would have liked to have embed it here, but it wouldn't work and googlefu failed me).

Looks like Torotoro Resistance has been progressing with the second part of Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  I don't know when it's scheduled to come out, but I'm eager to play it.

I did an extended walkthrough/let's play of the first one (which starts here).  I'm not sure whether I'll do the same for the second as this year I'm trying to concentrate on getting full novels written (which is also the reason why the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary updates have been highly erratic of late).  We'll see.  Either way I'll probably be playing the hell out of it.

H-space MGB Story: Polypomp

PFC Stewart Peter Bate walked around the side of the hill, slowly angling upwards.  He carried a long red and white banded pole on his shoulder.  Their assignment was to escort a team of surveyors while they made some preliminary maps of the terrain around the entry point.

Covenant, their surveyor, had stumbled and twisted his ankle.  Stephens was watching over him while Bate walked the short distance to the top of the hill.  Bate didn't like splitting the squad, but this area had already been cleared by Special Forces.  All he had to do anyway was plant the pole on the top of the hill while the other teams took readings from their vantage points.

Right by the entry point were the ruins of a building, little more than a skeleton in the loose brown dirt.  Looking back Bate was struck by how similar the ruins looked to their base back home.  That was a mystery for the scientists.  There were plenty of those.

Bate just had to hold up a pole on the top of a hill.

The side of the hill was covered in something similar to grass, except it was deep red in colour rather than green.  The blades swayed in the breeze.  Sometimes they seemed to sway in the opposite direction.  Bate decided it must be his eyes playing tricks on him.

Dotted on the ground at regular intervals were large green oval shapes.  They came in all sizes, ranging from some only as big as a pumpkin right up to some that were several feet across.  Bate wasn't sure if they were alive or just rocks.  He wasn't about to prod them to check either.

So far, other than the occasional black speck in the sky too fast for his binoculars, Bate hadn't come across anything resembling an animal.  Which was why, when he first saw the girl, it took a few moments to register.

Bate thought he must be hallucinating to start with.  What was a girl—a completely naked girl at that—doing lying on a bed out here?

No, it wasn't a girl, he realised, not a human one anyway.  There were slight differences in the build of her body and her ears were long and pointed.  Her eyes were larger than a human's and slanted a little like a cat's.  Her irises were a bright, iridescent green.  She looked like an elf from mythology, Bate thought.

She wasn't lying on a bed either.  One of the green pods had opened up to reveal a nearly flat surface of soft, pinkish-white tissue.  The girl was lying on the cushioned surface as if it was a large round bed.

Fuck, so what happened now?

Instinctively Bate dropped the pole and put both hands on his M16.

The girl gasped in fear, her big eyes wide, and backed away from him.

What the fuck are you doing, Bate thought?  It's just a girl.  Aside from slight anatomical differences, she looked just like the college co-eds back home.  Not that he got many opportunities to see them naked.

This was First Contact.  This wasn't just how the rest of the world saw him as a representative of the United States; this was how a completely alien species saw him as a representative of the human race.  That prospect terrified him as much as he was sure his appearance terrified the girl.

Bate looked at his gun, looked at the terrified girl.  This was an alien, possibly intelligent, race.  Did he really want her first impression of the human race to be of gun-carrying bringers of violence?

Slowly Bate lowered his gun to the floor and stood up with his hands outstretched.

"It's okay miss.  I mean you no harm," Bate said.

"I'm Utricula," the girl said.  Now that he'd put the gun down she'd lost her fear and instead watched him with bright curiosity.

As he looked at her Bate was slightly embarrassed to realise her naked form aroused him.  She had a similarly proportioned body to the cheerleaders Bate was always too shy to approach back in college.  Her breasts were large in comparison to the slim lines of her athletic body.  She didn't seem to feel the same embarrassment over her nakedness a human would.  Between her legs Bate could clearly see the narrow slit of her vagina.  Utricula didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

"The polypomp pods only open once a year for their breeding season," Utricula said, laying her hand flat on the soft tissue next to her.  "They're really comfortable to lie on, like the softest bed.  I like to come up here to lie back and watch the sky.  It's so peaceful."

It did look comfortable, Bate thought.

"Why don't you join me?" she asked, her iridescent eyes shining brightly.

A breeze brushed through Bate's hair, bringing with it a sweet aroma that tickled his nostrils.  It brought to mind the lazy spring days he used to spend as a child in the woods around his home.  Those were carefree days, before the complications of the real world had inserted themselves into his life.

His hill was smaller than the others.  It would still be a while before the other teams reached their peaks.  And this was First Contact for fuck's sake.  Giving the right impression here was way more important than sticking some stupid pole in the ground.

Bate shrugged off his kit bag and belt and walked towards her.  He put a hand on the soft surface of the pod and was about to jump up to join her when she suddenly reared up with her arms outstretched to block him, a concerned expression on her face.

"No," she said.  "You need to remove your clothes first.  They'll irritate the polypomp otherwise."

Close up to the polypomp Bate became aware of a sickly sweet smell, like perfume, but so strong as to be nearly overpowering.  He wondered if it was having an effect on him as inhaling it sent a warm glow through his body that settled in his groin.

Or it could be Utricula.  If you ignored the elfin ears and cat-like eyes her body was really hot.
The things you do for Uncle Sam, Bate thought.  He stripped off his shirt and pants and moved onto his underwear.  He told himself he was doing it to further better relations with an alien species.  It was freaking First Contact after all.

Bate was slim compared to most of the other soldiers, but kept his body in very good shape, enough for the muscles of his chest and abdomen to be clearly delineated.  Utricula liked what she saw.  Her iridescent eyes looked up and down his body—paying special attention to his cock—with what looked a little like hunger.

Bate climbed onto the polypomp's surface.  It was soft, but not soft enough for him to sink all the way in.  A beanbag made out of soft flesh was the closest comparison Bate could think of.  Utricula had settled in a natural hollow at the polypomp's center, the soft tissue billowing out on either side of her like a solidified cloud.  She moved over to make room for him, but not enough that he couldn't lie down without lying partly on her as well.  She didn't seem to mind.

The sickly scented perfume was much stronger here.  Bate lay back on the luxurious softness with Utricula's arms around him and stared up into the sky.  The roiling mass of browns and reds boiling in the atmosphere was a complete contrast to the tranquillity he felt lying down here in Utricula's arms.

"This is my favorite season," Utricula said.  "It marks the beginning of new life.  Look."

She gently lifted Bate's head and pointed out one of the green oval pods sitting further up the hill.  Normally they were so still as to be like rocks.  This one was trembling and shaking like a boulder in a mild earthquake.  The motion was localised to only that pod.  The others around it were as still and motionless as before.  Bate watched as it rocked and vibrated on the spot.  Then it stopped and suddenly expanded as if taking a breath.  It contracted and Bate watched in awe as a fountain of brilliant green motes shot up into the air like a geyser.  The spores swooped and swirled in a dazzling fireworks display of glittering green sparks before being carried away on the breeze.

"Everything's going to change isn't it?" Utricula said.  There was sadness in her bright green eyes as she looked at him.

"It won't all be bad," Bate said.  He wasn't so convinced.  The words rang hollow to him and he could see Utricula saw it in his face.

"Then we should enjoy every precious moment now," she whispered in his ear, before leaning over to kiss him fully on the lips.  Her lips carried the taste of freshly picked berries, sweet but with a subtle tang.

From first contact to first base and then to…?

Utricula slid further under his body until he lay cradled in her lap.  The back of his head rested against the soft pillows of her breasts.  Her hands gently kneaded his shoulders before sliding down his chest to caress his nipples.  Her thighs came up around him and gently rubbed the outside of his legs.

Could he?  Were they compatible?

Bate lay with Utricula's arms and legs wrapped around him.  He let his hands sink into the soft flesh of the polypomp on either side of their hollow.  It really was the softest, most comfortable bed he'd ever experienced.  He felt like he could lie here with Utricula forever.

She folded her legs over his, letting her toes play with his erection before running her feet gently down the inside of his legs.

"Don't be frightened," she murmured in his ear.

Frightened, Bate thought with a smile.  What was there to be frightened—

A large, fleshy organ rose up between Bate's legs.  At the back it looked like a large, almost translucent, balloon.  At the front were two fleshy lips arranged vertically like a grotesque parody of a vagina.  The puffed up lips slowly gaped open and a second, smaller set of swollen lips emerged, bobbing at the end of a worm-like appendage.

"You'll find the milking process to be very pleasant," Utricula whispered.

Bate didn't intend being around to find out.  He didn't like how the worm-like appendage was swaying to match the motions of his cock.  He tried to get up, but Utricula had both legs hooked over his thighs and her arms wrapped around his chest.  He was trapped in her embrace.

The soft lips sprang forward and wrapped around the head of his cock.  The elastic flesh gripped the end of his manhood and swallowed it down with a rhythmic peristaltic motion.  The appendage retracted until the larger outer lips engulfed his cock totally.  The balloon-like organ started to slowly expand and contract.

Then the suction started.

Oh fuck, it was like receiving the world's best blow job, Bate though.  Thick, soft flesh clenched around his cock and undulated back and forth up the shaft.  It was softer and tighter than any pussy Bate had ever experienced and in seconds his body was trembling from the pleasure of the sensation.

"I won't hurt you," Utricula said, gently caressing his nipples as she lay beneath him.  "I only want your seed."

The semi-transparent bladder rose up and down like the throat of a chorusing frog.  The fleshy organ vibrated as hundreds of muscles sucked on his cock in perfect, exquisite harmony.  Bate felt a gentle probing presence around the rim of his anus.

He tried to thrash free, but he couldn't find any purchase for his limbs to push against.  Utricula was serenely calm as she held him in place.

"Why?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Like all living organisms, I must reproduce," she replied.

The bladder inflated and deflated with greater urgency.  As it expanded Bate felt a strong suction gripping his cock, hard enough to be felt all the way down in his balls.  His body trembled like a wire.  His hands sank into the fleshy tissue on either side of his body and it gave beneath his grip like warm play-doh.  His legs vibrated, unable to move too far as Utricula held him in place.

The bladder expanded and Bate grunted as a powerful orgasm crashed through his muscles.  He ejaculated a great bolt of semen into the orifice and saw his creamy seed splash up against the inside of the translucent bladder.

Bate relaxed.  Her pseudopod gently pushed against and then entered his anus.  It wasn't painful.  If anything its gentle vibrations sent pleasurable stimulation through his ass.  The pseudopod pushed further up until it located the little bump of his prostate gland.  It pressed against it and began to vibrate in a motion that sent waves of ecstasy flowing through Bate's body.

Bate opened his mouth in a soundless croak.  The polypomp—or Utricula, he wasn't sure they were separate organisms—had him completely.  Her orifice sucking on his cock and her pseudopod gently vibrating in his ass became his entire world.  The sensations crowded out all other thought within his brain.  Bate lay back in open-mouthed bliss and stared at the sky.

"I will take your seed and make new life," Utricula said.

Bate's hips jerked up and down in involuntary motion as more of his creamy semen splashed the inside of her bladder.  She milked him, her sucking orifice and vibrating probe eliciting ejaculation after ejaculation from his willing body.

She gently rubbed a hand through his hair.

"I will take your body and give you new life," she said.

The soft walls slowly folded up around them as the polypomp enveloped them in a warm womb.  It closed up until it was once more a featureless green oval on the side of a hill.

More Succubus Summoning Artwork - Nÿte by ArbuzBudesh

More thanks to Jude Duval for commissioning this piece of Nÿte from ArbuzBudesh.  It was actually done a couple of months ago, but I have been a little AWOL recently as you might have noticed... :)

ArbuzBudesh creates a regular webcomic, Price For Freedom, which you can check out here.  The Lady Wolf character that shows up later in that serial might be of interest to people that like their demon femdom on the more extreme side.

There are other variants in Jude Duval's DeviantArt gallery.  An interesting byproduct of these art commissions is it's made me aware of areas where I haven't been as precise in character description as I could be.

Once again, thanks to Jude Duval for turning the wheels required to have these pieces created.

(Temptation to do something similar with the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary rising... ;) )

Gorgeous Piece of Nurse Honey Artwork

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H-space MGB Profile: Hunting Arachne

Name:  Hunting Arachne
Type:  Arachne
Habitat: Rocky terrain.  Mountains.  Caves.

Description:
A type of spider-girl.  At a distance she looks like a naked human woman riding a giant spider.  Closer inspection reveals both are parts of the same organism, with the head and torso of the woman replacing the head of the spider.  The woman appears to have truncated vestigial legs that taper to points after about a third of thigh.  These house and hide venom-filled fangs.

Her upper body is dark-skinned with silver hair and looks fully human aside from three sets of additional jet-black eyes located on her head.  Unless seen close up, it is easy to mistake these additional eyes for jewellery.

The lower body is brown and resembles the agelenid spiders found on Earth, albeit on a considerable larger scale.

Attack Strategy:
This type of arachne is an active hunter.  They produce webbing, but use it as ropes to cast at and entangle prey rather than building webs.  Once they catch a man (It is always a man.  Unlike other HSIOs, hunting arachnes show no interest in women) the arachne will wrap them up in a cocoon.  This silk is coated in a mild aphrodisiac.  Venom glands within the false legs contain a much stronger aphrodisiac and the arachne injects it into her prey to place them into a state of sexual hyper-arousal before beginning to feed.

Outwardly, feeding resembles copulation.  The arachne will get her prey aroused and then insert their erection into her false vagina.  This orifice is her true mouth and connected to a series of powerful sucking stomachs in her abdomen.  She stimulates her prey to ejaculation and then slowly pumps out all their fluids while they are in a helpless state of sensual bliss.

Countermeasures:
This type of arachne is fast, agile, and especially dangerous in broken terrain where they can attack from a multitude of angles.

Their resistances are comparable to similar HSIOs.  The cuticle is resistant to small arms and they have some limited regenerative capabilities.  Chainsaws and/or flamethrowers are recommended for fighting this type.  It is also advised to engage them in open areas rather than seeking cover.

Threat Level:
Moderate.

Fast, agile, and extremely difficult to handle at close quarters.

H-space MGB Story: Hunting Arachne

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had thought the spiders would be okay so long as you weren't stupid enough to fall into their webs.  He'd been in H-space long enough to hear about and even see firsthand some real crazy shit.  Giant spider-women.  Sure, whatevs.

What they hadn't told him about—and Bate was supremely pissed about this—was the spiders that chased after you and threw ropes of sticky silk like they were cowboys lassoing rogue steers.  They also hadn't told him about how quick they were.  Or how accurate they were at throwing their sticky ropes of silk.

Or how damn sneaky they were.

Bate stood with his back to a crumbling wall.  Finding the ruins had been a surprise.  No one knew who'd built them or what they were doing here.  H-space was weird like that.  Explo teams had reported coming across strange structures left in the middle of nowhere as if they'd been transplanted here from another world.  These ruins were old.  Whoever built them was no longer around and hadn't been for a long time.  Maybe the spider-women had eaten them.

He knew she was out there, stalking him.

He strained to hear any sounds—the telltale tic of a chitinous spider leg on stone, or maybe the little rattle of displaced gravel.  Nothing.  How could something so big move so silently?  It wasn't right.

She was the last one.  He was the last of the squad.  The other spiders had got the rest.  Poor bastards.

Bate paused behind the rock wall to get his breath back and wonder how the fuck he was going to get out of this.  To his right was an open square floored with stone blocks.  On the other side of the square was a broken arch standing out on its own.

Bate was fast.  Back in college he'd been county champion at the 100m sprint.

The spiders were faster.  She'd run him down long before he reached the broken arch.

To his left was a maze of rubble and crumbling stone walls.  The spiders could climb walls just as well as their tiny cousins back on Earth.  What was an obstacle course for him would be a racetrack for her.

It was still his best choice.  The derelict walls would provide some form of cover.  If he could sneak through without her seeing him...

A shadow fell over him.

Bate looked up into the smiling face of the spider-girl.

"There you are," she said.

If you didn't know any better, the spider-girls kinda looked hot.  Her skin was a rich coffee-brown color and looked flawlessly smooth.  Her exposed breasts were full and round and topped with perky dark-brown nipples.  She had silver-white hair that was cut short in a bob that extended to just below her pointed elf-like ears.  The only blemishes to her otherwise beautiful face were shiny black orbs attached to her forehead and temples.  It was easy to mistake them for jewelry... until they blinked.

And now Bate didn't have a choice.

He turned tail, put his head down and sprinted across the open square as if his life depended on it.  Which it did.  Abstractly he reckoned he'd probably just smashed his PB.  Not that it did him any good.  The broken arch was still in the distance when he felt something wet and sticky strike him in the center of his back.  He carried on running but now it felt like he'd been attached to a bungee cord.  His forward momentum slowed to the point it was like trying to charge through thick mud.  He hit the limit of his tether's elasticity and came to a halt.  He reached out despairingly for the arch that was out of reach of his imploring fingers, then he was yanked backwards.

The spider-girl caught him.  Bate had resolved to not go quietly if one of these bastards ever caught him.  He thrashed and lashed out.  It was like fighting a hurricane of scissoring limbs and drifting strands of sticky silk.  Bate's clothes and kit were neatly sliced away and then his naked body was spun around while she wrapped him up in sheets of sticky wet silk.  All of him was cocooned aside from his face.

Because she wanted him to see, Bate realized.  Sadistic bitch.

She smiled at him as she squatted down on top of his cocooned body.  Bate saw her mix of human and arachnid from up close.  It was far worse than had she been completely alien.  It looked like a giant spider had no head and instead a buxom brown-skinned female amputee was sitting in its place as if she was riding some kind of exotic wheelchair or chariot.  That was Bate's brain trying to make sense of the incomprehensible.  Spider and woman blurred together at the join.  Chitin plates extended from the body of the arachnid and up the sides of the woman.  Her leg stumps were like one of those trick rabbit-duck pictures.  One moment they resembled the leg stumps of a double amputee, tapering to a point.  The other they looked like the mouth parts of an enormous spider.

Rider and spider were one.

Rider and spider had always been one.

What the fuck was wrong with this fucked up dimension?

"How's that?" she asked.  "All wrapped up and comfortable?"

Bate briefly flexed against his bonds before realizing it was hopeless.  She'd wrapped him up as tight as a hapless fly caught in a spider's web.

"Fuck you," he said to her.

The spider-girl laughed.

"Patience," she said.  "We'll do plenty of that later."

She ran a hand over Bate's silk-wrapped form.

"Oh, but our little game of hide'n'seek has got my juices going."

Curved fangs popped out of the leg stumps that were not leg stumps.  A droplet of pink fluid formed at the tip of each.

Bate's eyes widened.  Forget her human appearance.  She was a spider.  She was going to inject him with her venom and suck out his insides.  And there was nothing he could do about it.

"Fuck you," he re-iterated.

Bate was determined not to go out a pussy.  It was all he had left.  He wouldn't beg.

"Ah, so eager," the spider-girl laughed.

Her poison fangs sank into Bate's sides.  There was a brief prick of pain and then...

ooh

Warmth bloomed up inside him in expanding clouds.  It was like she'd injected him with opiates... and something else.  All his tension and fear melted right away.  He relaxed and then a different kind of tension gripped him.  He felt strange and antsy.  Hot.  Horny.

"Normally I'd wait for the aphrodisiac soaked in my silk to take effect," she said.  "But you've made me all wet.  I can't wait."

Blood surged down to Bate's cock.  The spider-woman must have spared that part of his body when wrapping him up.  His erection started to rise without hindrance.  She wrapped her hands around his manhood.  In contrast to her alien, arachnid appearance her hands were warm and soft.  She spat on his cock and used it as lubrication as she pumped him harder and harder.

Bate watched on in a confused stupor.  He'd thought she meant to eat him.  This he didn't mind.  She knew tricks with her fingers that had Bate moaning in pleasure.  No, he didn't mind this at all.  Even being wrapped up in the silk cocoon felt okay—kinky, but comfortable kinky.

If he'd known she was going to do this he wouldn't have run away.

The girl smiled at him as she pumped his dick.

"Much better," she said.  "Now we can fuck."

The plates of chitin guarding her crotch slid aside to expose the hairless folds of her pussy.  Her labia were plump and red with engorged blood.  They parted to reveal a red tunnel slathered with her juices.

Bate trembled with anticipation.  Even though he could clearly see it wasn't a typical human pussy he didn't care.  He felt so hot and horny he needed to cool off.  And the only way to cool off was to douse his boiling-hot cock in her wet sex.

Which he couldn't do because his body was tightly cocooned in silk.  The woman knew it and teased him with her sex.  She moved over him and pressed down enough for the plush lips of her sex to encircle the swollen head of Bate's cock, but not enough for him to penetrate her.

Bate felt so hot and horny it overwhelmed everything else.  He moaned in frustration at not being able to thrust up inside her.

The woman laughed.  "Don't worry.  Arachnes are accustomed to their lovers being bound.  My pussy will bring you to ecstasy and you won't have to do a thing."

An organ expanded within her and the resulting suction it generated through her vagina drew Bate's cock up into her with enough force to lift his hips up off the floor.  The position was uncomfortable, but Bate wasn't held in it for long.  The spider-woman had proved her point and lowered her body so Bate was resting on the floor with her lying on top of him.

Her sex was tight and muscular.  Muscular enough that it might have been uncomfortable, even painful, had her walls not also been thick, padded and soft.  It felt like his cock had been wrapped in and squeezed by a big plush cushion.  The arachne didn't move up and down on top of him.  She let the internal motions of her vagina do all the work—squeezing, tugging, sucking.

Oh fuck, that felt incredible, Bate thought.

He let out a surprised gasp.  Again something had expanded within her and Bate's member was gripped by a rippling suction that drove his senses wild.

"It feels like you've got a mouth down there," he said.

What was this sensation?  It was amazing.

The woman gave him a knowing smile.  "I'm a spider.  Our lovers can't move when we've wrapped them all up, so we... hnh..."

She flexed something within her.  The thick fleshy walls of her sex contracted around Bate's cock.  He felt that same powerful suction, but this time it was focused on his cock... down inside his cock... inside him.

"...suck the cum right out of them."

Bate was trembling all over.  His cock throbbed inside her.  Her pussy squeezed back making him throb even harder.  He hadn't so much as twitched his hips and yet he was already bursting to shoot his load.  He'd been with a hooker that had a similar technique, but what this H-space woman was doing to him was far beyond that.

"Just like... hnh... this," she said.

It was like she was taking a deep breath and that breath was Bate's cock.  And then it was his cum.  Bate felt a tingling, trembling sensation all over his body that concentrated down into his loins until he could hold it back no longer.

"Yes, let it out," the woman hissed as Bate groaned and erupted inside her.

She lay on top of him and wrapped her arms around his cocooned body in a tight hug.  Her segmented legs formed a cage around his lower back, buttocks and legs.  She pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss.  Her taste was strange... bitter.

Bate's orgasm was long and powerful.  One, two, three, four, five strong throbbing pulses as he unloaded his balls.  Her sex tightened around his throbbing member and formed a fleshy cuff.  As her mouth worked against his he felt other workings deep inside her sex.

What was happening down there?  Bate's semen was pulled from him faster than he could spurt it into her pulsing sex.  It felt like... gulping?

It was hella intense, like nothing he'd ever experienced.  A few more throbs and Bate finally felt like his tap was running dry.  It left him a jangling, exhausted, but happy wreck.

The spider woman sank her fangs into his sides and held them there.  Bate shuddered and gasped into her moist lips as she poured her aphrodisiac venom into him.

"You were right.  I do have a mouth down there," she whispered in his ear.

Her muscular sex contracted and tugged him rhythmically.  The sucking organ deep within her spider abdomen throbbed with the same rhythm as she sucked a second powerful ejaculation out of him.

This would be the longest orgasm of Bate's life.  It would also be his last.

"I'm a spider," she whispered.  "I suck all the juices out of my lovers... my prey."

The sucking organ in her abdomen pulsed as she drew Bate's juices out of him.  Thanks to her venom it was his precious bodily fluids he was ejaculating, not semen, but the pleasure was the same.

"But I am a kind spider.  My prey feel only bliss as I suck their fluids out of them."

Bate barely heard her.  He let out a little ah of ecstasy with each pulse.  The arachne could have dragged it out longer, but they were out in the open and exposed.  She sucked him dry with great lusty gulps until his eyes clouded over and he let out a final rattling sigh.  Finished, the arachne murmured contently as she stroked her now full abdomen.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?  I think you did," she said to Bate's wizened face.

She kissed him on his cracked lips before carrying his cocooned and dried-up husk back with her to her lair.  It wouldn't do to leave it out in the open where it might frighten future lovers away.

A Brief Roundup on Recent Monster Girl Hentai Games

There's been a few interesting Succubus/Monster Girl hentai games released recently.  Normally I'd review each separately, but I'm trying to focus more on writing fiction at the moment.  Also, I've still yet to complete some of these, and I don't like writing reviews of games I haven't completed.  Maybe I'll come back with full reviews later, but for the moment here are my initial impressions.

Demon Angel Sakura vol.4

The animations are of course sumptuous.  However, this fourth instalment didn't really click for me.  The main appeal of this series has always been the various wacky and gross Bad Ends.  I think I might have got too accustomed to the craziness, and once the game loses that surprise factor the law of diminishing returns sets in.  The game is also not complete as they didn't finish it in time for their scheduled release date.  That means there is more content on the way.

If you're really into vore, the game is still a compulsory purchase.  As for me, I'll wait and give it a fuller look when the last remaining content is added.

Echidna Wars DX

This is a remake of D-Gate Camel's earlier action-Vore game.  When I first heard about it I wasn't sure if it was necessary.  Then I played the demo and got more excited.  The pixel art and animations are gorgeous and it plays well as an action-platformer in its own right.  Vore, again, is the main focus, but there are enough sexy monster girls to make up for the lizardmen, giant salamanders and other weirdness.

The Bee Queen boss fight is almost worth the price of the game on its own.  Stunning and hawt as hell.

(Note to self - write a Bee Queen story.)

Succubus Rhapsodia

I don't know if this is made by the same people that made Succubus Quest, or a group that was heavily inspired by that game.  Either way the artwork is gorgeous even if the monster girls are a little vanilla if you're used to games like Monster Girl Quest (This might be a positive for some people).

This is an RPG where you recruit succubi and other monster girls to fight alongside you in sex battles.  It's unusual for this genre in that there are no Bad End scenes.  The reason for this becomes apparent with translation.  The erotica comes from the range of sex moves each succubus has and the range of combinations would require more artwork than would be reasonable to expect from a low-budget indie H-game.

One thing I do recommend is picking up the partial English translation from over here.  Without it I don't think the game is playable unless you're proficient at reading Japanese.  Auto-translators can't keep up with all the sex-combat dialogue and I'd originally written this off as unplayable until I found the partial translation patch.

The game is pretty big for a H-RPG and I'm currently stuck in a forest section with changing exits, so I can't comment on the whole game.  I've liked what I've seen so far, even with the lack of actual sex scene artwork/animations.  There is a section of your "home base" where you can have "friendly" sex battles with succubus allies.  Standing on a bed and shouting "Come at me" to a trio of lusty succubi plays out exactly as you might expect. :)

Monmusu Quest #1 [Side Story: Succubus Illusion (Fantasy)]

Yet another spin-off based on torotoro resistance's awesome Monster Girl Quest.  Yet another disappointment, I guess.

It's hard to judge this against expectations.  On the one hand you get some awesome, hawt H-scenes of Luka being sexily taken advantage of by various succubi.  On the other hand, at fifteen minutes it's very short and barely even touches on whatever plot is running behind the scenes.  Luka and Alice are cleaning out some succubi, one of the elder succubus gods hinted at in the Paradox game intervenes with some kind of reality-warping magic and then it's mucho snu-snu for Luka.

What you get is a mass-orgy succu-draining scene, followed by a multi-succubus gang-bang on Luka, then a scene with Erubetie, and finally a scene with Alma Elma.  Erubetie behaves a little too vanilla for a slime queen (pink pussy?  I don't think that's right...) and the voice acting for Alma Elma is a little weird if you're used to the game, but not that out-of-keeping with her character.

I don't know enough about anime to know whether what we got is what you'd expect from a small studio or a shameless cash-grab on a popular IP.  Personally I think it's a little pricey for what you actually get.  Don't get your hopes up for this one.

Succubus Prison ~House of Lewd Demons~

Expectations were high on this based on the demo.  It delivers.  This has maybe the best succubus sex-draining scenes I've seen in any H-game.  The artwork is good and the limited animation is enough to give the scenes extra life.

As a game it's best described as a puzzle game with the interface of a typical JRPG.  You play a protagonist trapped in a house with three succubi.  The goal is to sneak around and find all the items needed to escape.  If the succubi catch you, lethal snu-snu ensues.

Unfortunately the game is a little buggy, with some events not triggering correctly.  There is also a problem with text-hookers.  I was able to play the initial version (1.00) with AGTH okay, but after they upgraded it to 1.01 I couldn't hook AGTH to it without the game crashing.  Other players have reported similar problems and I don't know whether this has been fixed.  On a more positive side, the game appears to have attracted a lot of attention from Western succubus fans, so there's a decent chance we might see a fan translation at some point.

Anyway, that's a round-up of the various H-games that have distracted me recently.  Time to get back to the mystery Barry Lyle novel.  I have my own hot succubus scenes to write... ;)

Updates for February

It's February.  I was hoping to kick off this weekend with a new H-space story and profile.  The story isn't quite ready, so I'm going to put that back to next week.  The reason it's not ready is I've found a nice novel idea to run with.  It was originally going to be a mini-series for another publishing platform, but I was never able to find time to write it last year.  The last couple of weeks I found some enthusiasm for that story and it seems to have legs at the moment.

I'm not going to give any more details as my enthusiasm on writing projects tends to wax and wane fairly randomly.  After a scratchy last year where I tried to push things when I didn't have enthusiasm for them, I'm going to embrace ChaosWriting a little harder this year.  Basically, if I have enthusiasm for a particular project, I hammer the hell out of it and try to get down as many words as possible as quickly as possible.

So nothing concrete there yet, but if it continues to be promising, expect introductions to some sexy new succubus characters in a few months time.

Because I saw some comments asking for it, here are the other things that are currently at the top of my writing TODO list.  Nothing is guaranteed here, you all know how sketchy I am at keeping to solid schedules by now.

Sandwiched by
This was supposed to be a monthly thing ran over a year.  I was thinking of restarting from January, but then decided the best was to get back to the monthly schedule (or rather get them done far enough in advance that I can keep to the monthly schedule).  Sandwiched by Stomachs was the planned fifth instalment, so May is the tentative target for that one.

The reason I want to get into habit of getting one out a month is because Okasare Kenny was originally intended to be a series of novellas spread over a year - but I ain't doing that unless I'm confident it won't stall and slip behind schedule.  If I finally sort my unreliability out, expect that for 2018.

Succubus Summoning 301
This is the second novel I want to get done this year.  I have a rough idea of the first couple of chapters and initial plot point to resolve (the one left dangling from 201), but not the rest as of yet.  The second half of this year is where I want to get this up and running again.  I haven't decided whether to post the chapters on Literotica, but given that 201 (and 101) is still selling quite well on Amazon, I don't think it hurts to post the series online first.

H-Space Monster Girl Bestiary
I still don't have a clue on how to get any money from these stories, but as long as the other books are selling well, that will keep me going until I figure out how to best convert these into a nice book form.  I missed my schedule for this weekend thanks to a lingering bit of winter illness crud and various other distractions.  I think my best strategy for these is to write them in bursts when I get the inspiration, but post them no frequently than every two weeks.  I was going to post a story that reveals some of Bate's background, but people seem to be enjoying coming up with theories to explain what's going on, so I'll hold on that for a little longer.  It also gives me more of a chance to get the story right.  And I really want to get this story right.

Next Short Story Collection
I'm about due to put out one of these.  The main problem is that short story collections sell abysmally and I haven't been writing 5K word short stories of late.  This is something I want to fix at some point if only to start getting a few contest entries up on Literotica again.

Also, once you go past Christmas, Valentine's Day and Halloween, it gets a little awkward to maintain the naming and have a story to match.

(I was thinking of having some fun and writing A Succubus for Social Justice and lampooning everyone's favourite online idiots.  Things are a little too heated now, though.  I'm a middle-of-the-road apolitical kind of guy, and I'd like to stay that way.)

There are other reasons why I want to get the collections moving again, and it also links up with the H-space bestiary.  This one will probably have to wait a while though.

Mystery Nicole Novel
aka the novel I thought I'd be writing for the first part of this year.  The idea is still good and as soon as I've got the enthusiasm back I'll be back to writing one of the hottest sex scenes I've ever thought off (Nicole + friend, one lucky guy).

Jackson in HRPG-World
I have half of a novel here.  I really should write the four other stories (and additional shorts) and make it into a book so I can make some lovely sweet cash.  That world is also decidedly less grimdark than H-space (so far...).  I don't know why I keep not getting around to writing Jackson in HRPG-World 5.  I'll probably bounce to this if everything else gets gummed up.

And that's sort of a rough plan of what I think I'm going to be writing this year.

I say rough plan.  I'm just as likely to suddenly have a really cool idea and suddenly hare off and write that for a month or so.  I'm not the most consistent on these things, but as long as new stories/chapters keep rolling off the production line I'm happy - and we could definitely do with a few more of those after a slow start to 2017!

Updates and the H-space MGB in 2017

My original plan was to hit 2017 running, and that happened... if you count tripping on your shoelaces and faceplanting on the ground so hard you knock the Earth out of orbit.

Ugh.

I was going to go back to logging word counts on Twitter.  As you haven't seen any word count tweets on Twitter you can assume January has not been a productive writing month for poor Hydra.

There are reasons for this - a bad medical diagnosis for a family member (it was expected), other work on the side eating up time, a bout of winter flu striking just when I thought I'd cleared it all - but I won't bore people with the details as they're irrelevant.

I have been considering what to do with the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary.  On the one hand, I really like how the background stuff is shaping up and how it slots into the wider universe I've hinted at in other stories.  On the other, the short stories have been gradually creeping up in length to the point I find it hard to keep to the weekly schedule and get other things written.

The and is the important thing here.  I enjoy writing the short H-space stories, but I can't for the life of me think of how to properly monetise them, and as vulgar as it is to talk about money, it is essential if I want to continue doing this.  Maybe Patreon?  It is something I've been considering, but I don't want it taking too much focus away from the novels and short story collections, which is what does pay the bills.  (And I definitely don't want to make readers wait as long for Succubus Summoning 301 as they had to wait for 201!)

January is pretty much a bust at this point, so I'll use what's left of it to work on putting a stockpile of new stories together.  My plan is to start posting new Bestiary stories from the beginning of February onwards.  The one change is I'll post new ones every two weeks rather than every week.  I have a strange relationship with self-imposed deadlines.  They're a great productivity aid for me up until the point when I get too close to the end of the treadmill and then everything locks up.  A fortnightly schedule might avoid that problem as well as giving me adequate time to sink my teeth into longer projects (like Succubus Summoning 301 and mystery Nicole novel).

So, the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary isn't going away.  You don't need to worry about it suddenly going on hiatus (like some other projects I'm also eager to rescue this year).  I have too many monster girl ideas for starters!

The other thoughts I'm having is how to give the setting a little more depth.  As you might have gathered, I love writing me some death-by-snu-snu, but it does have limitations if the humans are killed on sight in every new region they enter.  I think it's time to give the poor beleaguered soldiers some "friends".

No, this probably won't turn out too well for them.  😈

Anyway.  I'm still alive, but expect January to be quiet with some kind of normal service resuming in February.

Horror Movie Review: SiREN

I don't normally review movies, but I saw this one a couple of nights ago and thought it might be of interest to succubus/monster girl fans.

Four dudes on a hedonistic stag night get redirected to Ye Mysterious Strip Club Out In The Middle Of Nowhere, do some ill-advised and foolish things, horror hijinks ensue...  Okay, so it's not the most original of setups - think Vamp or From Dusk Till Dawn - but this trope has always been a good starting point for liberal splatterings of blood and tits.  Groom-to-be Jonah's (Chase Williamson) act of foolishness is to bust what he thinks is a sex-trafficked girl out of the basement.  However, Lily (Hannah Fierman) is a little more exotic than she first appears and what follows is a whole heap o' sex 'n' carnage (but mostly carnage).

The film can be seen as a prequel/sequel to the "Amateur Night" segment of anthology horror film V/H/S with Fierman reprising the succubus/demon character of Lily.  Although, given what we learn about Lily's race in this film and what happens, I suspect it's more likely we're seeing a different 'Lily' here.

I was pleasantly surprised with how the film played out.  The quartet of stags were refreshingly normal rather than teeth-grindingly douchey and there was a noticeable lack of characters being evil just for the sake of being evil.  Lily wants her chosen "mate" (an unwilling Jonah) and the mysterious club proprietor, Mr. Nyx (Justin Welborn having a lot of fun in the role), wants his property back.  It's a sign of good storytelling when the writer sets up a bunch of characters, lets them go, and the story plays out naturally as a consequence of the characters' competing goals bouncing off each other.

I also liked some of the other horror fantasy touches, such as the memory-extracting leeches, that hinted of more weirdness going on in the world than just a demon in the basement.  Everything seemed to fit together for a reason rather than things happening for the sake of having cool fx on screen.

On the negative side, this type of film is best when playing to the baser emotions and SiREN is maybe lacking in power here.  It has the sex and strippers you'd expect of an erotic horror, but it doesn't quite have the raw heat of something like Basic Instinct.  The same is true for the horror - not enough gore and shocks for your hardened gorehound.  And as much as I like seeing main characters not be the usual one-dimensional jerks, it does mean you lose that vicarious pleasure of watching jerks meet horrible ends that other films of this type rely on.

Overall I enjoyed the film mostly for how the plot played out.  I didn't find it massively erotic, but Lily is adorable for a blood-splattered, bollock-ripping waif from hell.

Isn't she just adorable...

"I like you."