"Hoarder" is now live as an ebook

This is my famously freaky dragon sex story. ;-) And since it's short, I'm only selling it for $1.99*. Plus, here's the usual coupon (good for one month) to get it for 25% off at Smashwords: PE36J

Finally, here's the description:

For six decades a dragon has terrorized the city of Weyderchi. At first its needs seemed small: one sacrifice per year, no hymen required. Then the beast became greedier, and the Priests were forced to give it nobles rather than milkmaids. Finally they realized it wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than the Crown Princess.

Rolanne is brave and smart, but the dragon has already taken two friends who were braver and smarter than she. Her only advantage over them is a mythical weapon only she had the right to claim. It’s strong enough to cleave rock, so a dragon’s hide should be no problem. She just has to reach the dragon with her mind intact and the sword still in her hands.

Unfortunately, that could be a problem….and it’s not even the worst one. The dragon didn’t eat Rolanne’s friends, and it doesn’t want to eat her, either. Its plans are much larger than that. In fact, they encompass all of Weyderchi.

This story involves dragon sex and extreme levels of mind control. You have been warned.

“Hoarder” is a story for fans of “Willing Subject” and “My Very Own Serial Number.”

Enjoy!

Psst: Amazon forced me to make the price $2.99, so you're already saving a dollar if you buy the book at Smashwords even if you don't use the coupon.

They're real, and they're spectacular

I'm still working on my "Choose Your Own Adventure" story, of course (I expect to be working on that for months, but I also plan to publish "Hoarder" in the meantime). One of the places you'll be able to tour is a garden which the aliens are terraforming. Now, since the story is set in the Seychelles, I Googled the flora and fauna of the region so I'd have a realistic starting point. Imagine my astonishment when I came across the images you see in this post.

At left is a seed of the coco de mer tree. This species produces the largest seeds in the world, but as you can tell, they're not exceptional just because of their size.

But wait! There's more! The stamens of the male trees look just as suggestive as the seeds of the female trees - and they're just as large. The whole thing kind of reminds me of the Babel Fish joke from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where the fish is such an obvious clue to the existence of God that it actually negates God's existence.

Then there's the jellyfish tree. If ever a plant was designed to feature in a tentacle sex story, it's this one. Sadly, it's an endangered species, but at least in my story the aliens have a way to give it an edge on survival.

Finally, here's a clue that you might want to tuck away in your memory until the story gets published: the garden is an interesting place to visit, and depending on where you go, you might have a life-changing experience there...but what's behind the garden could be even more important.

Freaky sex with a side of MC

...and some body-horror, for those of you like me who enjoy that sort of thing. I might or might not have had this scene subconsciously in mind when I wrote Hoarder.

This story, though, is American Gods, which I'm currently rereading. As I was enjoying the scene below, it struck me how perfectly appropriate it is for this blog.

If you haven't read the novel, all you need to know is that in modern America, the ancient gods of the Old World are near-powerless because they're deprived of worship. They make ends meet in different ways as determined by their temperaments. Bilquis turns  tricks.

All ellipses below are in the original text. I'm not leaving anything out.

Now buckle your seatbelts and enjoy....



He unbuttons his blue jeans and removes his olive T-shirt. She massages his white shoulders with her brown fingers; then she turns him over and begins to make love to him with her hands, and her fingers, and her tongue.

It seems to him that the lights in the red room have been dimmed, and the sole illumination comes from the candle, which burns with a bright flame.

"What's your name?" he asks her.

"Bilquis," she tells him, raising her head. "With a Q."

"A what?"

"Never mind."

He is gasping now. "Let me fuck you," he says. "I have to fuck you."

"Okay, hon," she says. "We'll do it. But will you do something for me, while you're doing it?"

"Hey," he says, suddenly tetchy. "I'm paying you, you know."

She straddles him, in one smooth movement, whispering, "I know, honey. I know, you're paying me, and I mean, look at you. I should be paying you, I'm so lucky..."

He purses his lips, trying to show that her hooker talk is having no effect on him, he can't be taken; that she's a street whore, for Chrissakes, while he's practically a producer, and he knows all about last-minute ripoffs, but she doesn't ask for money. Instead she says, "Honey, while you're giving it to me, while you're pushing that big hard thing inside of me, will you worship me?"

"Will I what?"

She is rocking back and forth on him: the engorged head of his penis is being rubbed against the wet lips of her vulva.

"Will you call me goddess? Will you pray to me? Will you worship me with your body?"

He smiles. Its that all she wants? We've all got our kinks, at the end of the day. "Sure," he says. She reaches her hand between her legs and slips him inside her.

"Is that good, is it, goddess?" he asks, gasping.

"Worship me, honey," says Bilquis, the hooker.

"Yes," he says, "I worship your breasts and your hair and your cunt. I worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry-red lips..."

"Yes..." she croons, riding him.

"I worship your nipples, from which the milk of life flows. Your kiss is honey and your touch scorches like fire, and I worship it." His words are becoming more rhythmic now, keeping pace with the thrust and roll of their bodies. "Bring me your lust in the morning, and bring me relief and your blessing in the evening. Let me walk in dark places unharmed and let me come to you once more and sleep beside you and make love with you again. I worship you with everything that is within me, and everything inside my mind, with everywhere I've been and my dreams and my..." he breaks off, panting for breath. "What are you doing? That feels amazing. So amazing..." and he looks down at his hips, at the place where the two of them conjoin, but her forefinger touches his chin and pushes his head back, so he is looking only at her face and at the ceiling once again.

"Keep talking, honey," she says. "Don't stop. Doesn't it feel good?"

"It feels better than anything has ever felt," he tells her, meaning it as he says it. "Your eyes are stars, burning in the, shit, the firmament, and your lips are gentle waves that lick the sand, and I worship them," and now he's thrusting deeper and deeper insider her; he feels electric, as if his whole lower body has become sexually charged: priapic, engorged, blissful.

"Bring me your gift," he mutters, no longer knowing what he is saying, "your one true gift, and make me always this...always so...I pray...I..."

And then the pleasure crests into orgasm, blasting his mind into void, his head and self and entire being a perfect blank as he thrusts deeper into her and deeper still...

Eyes closed, spasming, he luxuriates in the moment; and then he feels a lurch, and it seems to him that he is hanging, head down, although the pleasure continues.

He opens his eyes.

He thinks, grasping for thought and reason again, of birth, and wonders, without fear, in a moment of perfect postcoital clarity, whether what he sees is some kind of illusion.

This is what he sees:

He is inside her to the chest, and as he stares at this in disbelief and wonder she rests both hands upon his shoulders and puts gentle pressure on his body.

He slipslides further insider her.

"How are you doing this to me?" he asks, or he thinks he asks, but perhaps it is only in his head.

"You're doing it, honey," she whispers. He feels the lips of her vulva, tight around his upper chest and back, constricting and enveloping him. He wonders what this would look like to somebody watching them. He wonders why he is not scared. And then he knows.

"I worship you with my body," he whispers, as she pushes him inside her. Her labia pull slickly across his face, and his eyes slip into darkness.

She stretches on the bed, like a huge cat, and then she yawns. "Yes," she says. "You do."



*The image above, of course, is by H. R. Giger.

A Peek Beneath the Duct Tape: Hoarder

First things first. The painting at right is by noted Lord of the Rings artist John Howe. When I went looking for a dragon illustration for this post, I immediately thought of Howe because he does all the best dragons. So I did a bit of googling and came up with the perfect image to tie in with Hoarder. I promise I'd never seen this picture before writing this post, but once I saw it, I knew I didn't need to look any further.

As for "Hoarder" itself, I've mentioned before that it began as a personal fantasy about MC by dragon. I'd been running it in my head since I was a teen, but it didn't have much of a plot until recently. The original fantasy sprang from the 1981 movie Dragonslayer. In the film, a kingdom is terrorized by a dragon and sacrifices maidens to it to keep it pacified, they draw the victims' names by lot, and the princess's name is always withheld - though in the movie, Princess Elspeth doesn't suspect that. When she finds out, she rigs the lot so that her name is chosen...but that's all I'll say in case anyone out there wants to watch the movie. I have no idea how well it stands the test of time, though, so be warned. After all, it is an '80's flick.

I built my private fantasy on that movie and added in the idea of layered enchantments, each one binding the victim a little tighter and entrancing her a little deeper until she had no freedom left at all. But then, because my fantasy began with an unjust sacrifice, I imagined the dragon turning its victim against her hometown. She'd be taking revenge for what they did to her, even if she was in no position to realize it by then.

And that's all there was to my fantasy at first. Not much of a story for the EMCSA, eh? But I loved the basic idea and always planned to write it up, if I could just think of the right plot. And as it turned out, I'd had that plot in my head all along.

When I was a child, I owned a book of fairy tales that included a bastardized version of the Childe Rowland fable. Whoever adapted it for a children's book decided, for some inexplicable reason, that the King of Elfland should turn his kidnapped maidens into jewels. Even as a kid I didn't understand the point of that. If it's maidens you want, why turn them into gemstones? If it's gemstones you want, why make them out of maidens? It just seemed like the waste of a good captive to me.

A few months ago I was thinking about that old bastardized Childe Rowland story when suddenly it hit me: the jewel thing was illogical if an Elf or wizard did it, but if a dragon were the mage, it made perfect sense. And right there was the solution to my dragon-story dilemma!

Excited now, I looked up the Childe Rowland story online and was surprised to find how badly it had been mangled for me. In the official version, "Childe" Rowland was chopping off heads left and right - not excluding the kind people who helped him along the way; and there were no jewels at all aside from the lamp, which made its way into my story. There was, however, a lovely suggestion of MC in the spell placed on Burd Ellen. (Do notice her name, by the way. ;-)) And if you choose to follow the Childe Rowland link above, you'll find several other names and things I appropriated for "Hoarder." The more I delved into the original fable, the more I found that I could make use of).

As I said several times while hinting about my upcoming story (here and here, for instance) "Hoarder" really did write itself. My favorite "aha" moment was realizing that the seams of gold in Ehlen's lapis lazuli could easily be the remnants of her poison, but stuff like that kept happening all through the writing process. I didn't even know how the dragon would use the Sword when I started out, but when the idea came to me, I knew it was perfect.

I'm extremely happy with the way "Hoarder" turned out. I hope you are, too.

P.S.: Rule 34 came to my aid again, in researching what a dragon's sexual organs might look like.

Heads up!

I've just sent the conclusion of "Hoarder" off to Simon, so you can expect to see it in the next update. And now I have to get moving on the accompanying Peek Beneath the Duct Tape!

I thought you'd like to know

...that I've just sent Simon the first chapter of "Hoarder." Look for it in the next EMCSA update. :-)

This and that

Here's a little mishmash of a post to tide you over until I finish polishing "Hoarder." I have the first of the two chapters just about where I want it, so I'll probably post it in the next EMCSA update. Then if all goes as planned, I'll publish the conclusion the following week.

In the meantime, here are a couple of other things you'll enjoy.

I'm happy to report that the problem with people downloading my Virtual Hypnotist sessions is solved. If you want to download the files, all you have to do log into Google (feel free to create a dummy account - I don't care) and request access to the files. I check my email every day and you'll get a quick response.

Now, just for kicks, here's an MC-centered episode of that loopy old cartoon The Tick. Our Hero is pretty brainless to begin with (although he's quick to remind you he's nigh invulnerable), so when Mr. Mental gets hold of him, he becomes a shambling, spiral-eyed zombie. Good times.

Coming soon to an EMCSA near you

You might remember me mentioning a very old private MC fantasy involving a dragon. I wanted to turn it into an EMC story, but last I wrote, I hadn't figured out how to build a plot around it.

Well, I finally cracked the code. This is the story I've been hinting about for the last few months, the one I said was writing itself. That's always a good sign for me. It makes for pleasurable writing and, I hope, pleasurable reading.

Anyway, Wednesday afternoon I completed the rough draft of what will be called "Hoarder." Based on the polishing process for my other stories, this means it will be about three weeks before I'm ready to post the story on the EMCSA. I hope you all will enjoy it.

(painting of Smaug by by John Howe)

Me, Neil and Steve

Over on his blog, Neil Gaiman has just posted an interview of Stephen King that Gaiman wrote for the Sunday Times Magazine. Now, I've been a King fan for almost three times as long as I've been a Gaiman fan, so I was fascinated to see how they'd interact with one another. It turned out that my favorite part was the "two writers talking about their craft" section, and my favorite part of that section was the bit I'm quoting below.

Now, I don't for a second think I'm as talented as either of these writers (well, except in my fantasies), but I can relate to the experience they talk about here, of finding what you need for a story just at your fingertips, just at the right time. It happened to me last night as I was working out the next scene of my upcoming story. Completely out of the blue (I'm giggling as I write that, but you don't know why...yet) I realized that something I'd already written fit perfectly with something I was about to write. I hadn't even planed on connecting those two bits, but they clicked together as neatly as a couple of puzzle pieces. I love it when that happens.

So anyway, the quote below is as much of a tease for my next story as it is an advertisement for the Gaiman/King interview. But the interview is a treat either way.

I told him about the peculiarity of researching the story I was working on, that everything I needed, fictionally, was waiting for me when I went looking for it. He nods in agreement.

“Absolutely – you reach out and it's there. The time that it happened the clearest was when Ralph, my agent then, said to me 'This is a bit crazy, but do you have any kind of idea for something that could be a serialised novel like Dickens used to do?', and I had a story that was sort of struggling for air. That was The Green Mile.And I knew if I did this I had to lock myself into it. I started writing it and I stayed ahead of the publication schedule pretty comfortably. Because...” he hesitates, tries to explain in a way that doesn't sound foolish, “...every time I needed something that something was right there to hand.

“When John Coffey goes to jail – he was going to be executed for murdering the two girls. I knew that he didn’t do it , but I didn’t know that the guy who did do it was going to be there, didn’t know anything about how it happened, but when I wrote it, it was all just there for me. You just take it. Everything just fits together like it existed before.

Out of the blue, you might say

Here's another of those "I had intended to blog about something else until I found this" posts.

Before I (re)discovered the picture at left, I was just going to say a quick thank-you to everyone who comments on my blog and emails me about my writing. I've been online long enough to see the nastiness, intentional misinterpretation, and just general stupidity you find even on the "civilized" sites. It makes me grateful that the people who follow my work genuinely are civil. Aside from a couple of minor flame wars on the forums, I've never been the target of rudeness in the EMC community....Well, okay, there was that one stranger who thought I couldn't resist the offer of a threesome with him and his wife. Needless to say, I could.... But aside from him, you've all been so wonderfully - hah - decent that I have to thank you for it. You're the reason I keep writing this stuff.

But on to today's unexpected delight. Just now I was flipping through my copy of The Last Hero, a Discworld novel written by Terry Pratchett and illustrated by Paul Kidby. I love Kidby's art, period; but when I turned the page to the beauty above, I realized I had to share her picture with you.

Pratchett and Kidby would say this is Sessifet, the goddess of the afternoon. But just for a moment, you might imagine her as a young maiden who was abducted by an Egyptian goddess and transformed into a statue of living lapis....which, incidentally, isn't too far from the theme of my next story. But I've barely started writing it yet, so no need to say more just now!

No, wait, I will say one more thing about it. ;-P The last Discworld novel I selected for rereading, totally at random, turned out to be the perfect one to get my creative juices flowing. Pratchett's subject dovetailed so fully with my own that he might even end up influencing me a little (although I'm not aiming for comedy at all this time and I had the outline in place before I started reading). At the least, he's made me more eager to write.

Here be dragons

One of my oldest mind control fantasies involves a woman being MC'ed by a dragon. At first I imagined she'd bent sent to the dragon by her village: a sacrifice to keep it from attacking them (à la that old movie Dragonslayer), but instead it enslaves her and sends her back to take over the village. Later I thought she could be an adventuress who makes a deal with the villagers to kill the dragon, but the same thing happens in the end.

Either way, I'm nowhere close to being able to write that story yet, but it continues to percolate in my mind. I've always been fascinated by the thought of control by something terrifying and alien, like a dragon (or maybe a giant spider). The MC would have to very, very deep to make the victim love it; and that turns me on no end - even before I start thinking about the mechanics of sex with a dragon. ;)

With that in mind, here are a few pictures to stoke your own fantasies. The one above, as well as the first and third below, are by Julie Bell. The middle sketch is by Arantza.

Now three pics by Boris Vallejo. I've shown you the first one before, but it's so hilarious that I can't resist sharing it again. Ol' Boris was having great fun with the phallic symbolism on this one. He must have been laughing the whole time he was painting it.

All three of these artists - and many more - can be found on D4rkw00d.net.

Oh, and if MC-by-dragon turns you on as much as it does me, let me remind you of my previous post on the subject.