“Listen”
by Michelle J. Norton
Listen closely to the whispers.
She runs through the woods as her mother’s warning echoes through her mind. Trees bolt past her on the worn stone path, cloak enshrouding her. The dark woods close about her. Soon the stones end and the path becomes dirt. Her journey would take twenty minutes, thirty if she walked. She runs.
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“An Offering to the Forest”
by TS Porter
The dryads survived.
Humanity came, with fire and axes, smoke-belching machines ever larger, and chemicals increasingly caustic, but the dryads survived. The great forests were felled, the fae retreated, and many gods died, but the dryads remained. They learned new words for fear—clearcut, feller-buncher, defoliant—but they never faltered.
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“The Old-Fashioned Way”
by Mina Moxie
“Dariel, you’re on,” Lin called.
Dariel sighed. Halloween meant another glut of humans wanting to make a deal with the devil. Busywork like this fell to lesser demons, and at crunch time, they worked in shifts.
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*editor’s note: Please be advised that this story contains blood play. We realize that is a hard limit for some people and wanted to advise our readers accordingly.
“Ice Blue”
by Andrea Dawn
Celeste carefully read the last page of the contract, then placed it back on the table.
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“Haunted Heart”
by R.A. Goli
The wind rattled the windows and howled through the miniscule gaps where the glass didn’t quite meet the frames. I unfurled my legs and moved to the window. The rain was heavy, it fell straight down and crashed against the pavement. The rolling, dark clouds obscured the stars and there was a distant flash of lightning and a growl of thunder. I let the curtains fall back into place, obscuring my view of the ominous night sky and went back to unpacking boxes.
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Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Thursday. This week is Chapter Forty-Eight.
Here they were, more than halfway to Scotland, and the two of them bounced impatiently in the cabin of the ship. The sun drew closer to the horizon, and soon the sky would be illuminated only by the pinpricks of stars and the distant glow of the occasional port town.
Dhiar could have just altered his body, but that wouldn’t have been sporting. Besides which, he had reached and surpassed the point where any significant alterations of the body were only reluctantly undertaken; Chana seemed to have more proclivities to shapeshifting than he did. He felt it was just an unnecessary bother, aside from the occasional detail, here or there. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 48
“The Succubus” Gift”
by Kait Muse
“This is definitely not the place.” I flashed my car’s high-beams on the dark cabin.
“Obviously,” Amy said, sitting next to me. I glanced over at her, making sure my eyes didn’t linger too long. Dressed with cardboard wings, horns, and only enough to cover her naughty bits, she looked hot.
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Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Sixty: Jorin
There is a span of time I do not remember. No, I am not speaking of the misty time after I was born and before I could speak. I speak of the hour after the king finished with me. Indeed, I have no memory of his actual finishing, for my mind had fled to some safe corner of my dreams before then.
When at last I surfaced, it was because there was a soft murmuring from somewhere, coaxing me back with a promise of gentle warmth. I gradually became aware that I was lying on my side in a bed somewhere, and that a warm body was wrapped around mine from behind. At the recognition of Sergetten’s scent on the sheets I had the sudden hope that he had transported us back to the keep, far from Maldevar. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 60
“Surrender”
by Lazuli Jones
“Probably it’ll feel like handcuffs, only…”
“Only…?” Liz echoed with a smile, pouring a glass of wine for one. She wore a lilac nightgown, a sheer little thing, and her skin was already goose-pimpled from the cold.
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Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Fifty-Three.
Charlie was sitting up in Sally’s bed when they came in, a battered paperback copy of The Hobbit propped on his knees. He looked over the top of his glasses at them, a childlike librarian. “Am I getting kicked out?”
Sally smiled as she sat down on the bed next to him and laid her cheek against his shoulder. “No honey, of course not. Luke and I thought we might could help you. You know, get centered, get past the worst of the trauma. Satyrs work with earth magic, they’re good at that kind of thing.” Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 53