Tentacle Breeding on Earth 3: Connections

Tentacle Breeding on Earth part 3~! The next piece in this epic story that has been going nearly as long as I've been writing is now available on most major ebook retailers. This sequel to Invasion of the Tentacle Creatures has been slow so far, but zomg, in a chapter or so, shit is about to get craaaaazy~ :D

Alexandra is having disturbing dreams where she’s the Queen of Earth. Alluring visions of herself as an alien, tentacle-possessed creature flood her mind. After she’s awoken from the dream, she can only help but jokingly discard the sexy, seductive temptation that is beckoning her toward urges she’s been fighting for so long. Will Alexandra be able to control herself around the other crew members, or is she really the Queen of Earth—destined to dominate everyone on board the space station?

This 5,800 word erotic short story contains adult situations and is only suitable for mature audiences.

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An excerpt from Tentacle Creatures on Earth 3: Connections
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Alex’s hand covered her face in frustration while she rubbed her eyes. She felt the rage building up in her once again, the voice inside of her own head urging her to take control of it all again—to overrun the space station with numbers. Samantha leaned in close, nuzzling lovingly against her Queen. Her fingertips caressed down Alex’s side and over her crotch to tease over her thick, alien cock. Alex was a little surprised at first while she curiously glanced to her lover.

Samantha was grinning. She wrapped her fingers around the flaccid length and squeezed playfully. She would have done anything to help her lover relax and think straight. Up and down, her fist pumped along that length. Alex groaned and leaned back, silently urging Sam to carry on.

The blonde grinned and continued to stroke the alien length. Her Queen’s cock was the most wonderful member she had ever seen, and was worth the praise that Sam bestowed it with. It was thick, only barely allowing Sam to wrap her fingers around it. It was a cock in function and only slightly in resemblance. The throbbing green-hued tentacle that jutted from Alex’s crotch was ribbed, hard, and topped with the most magnificent of crimson cockheads. The slit at the tip was oozing the addictive cum as it was coaxed into arousal.

Sam leaned over, dutifully wrapping her lips around the needy length and suckling on it as she was expected to. She didn’t care that two of Alex’s trusted advisers were watching. It only turned the blonde on, making her want to continue that much more. She bobbed up and down the length, swirling her tongue around the head. Soft moans escaped from her lips while she reached down to caress over Alex’s heavy balls. Sam squeezed a few times before her digits ventured a little lower, easing beneath Alex’s balls to access her Queen’s pussy.

Tales of the WereWoman

Aaawwwoooo~ Wait, no. No, not that kind of Were-being. Um, this is a little different.

Sure, we've all heard the stories that involve a man becoming a wolf on a full moon--giving in to his primal urge for violence. But, what if a man just became a woman--and desperately had to fight back the urges of being a sex-crazed nympho? If you said, "Oh shit, I'm so there" then that's great! This story is for you! :D And yes, I do have a sequel already brewing in my dirty little mind.

Tales of the WereWoman (Gender Transformation Feminization Erotica)

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Greg is kind of a wreck. He spends all of his free time in a bar after his girlfriend dumps him. But, things are looking up for him as a gorgeous redhead aggressively wants to have sex with him in a public bathroom. Life is great for at least a little while… until Greg pisses off the smoking-hot redhead and she bites him!

Little does Greg know, this bite comes with more than just a scar and a story. Will he be able to control the carnal urges that come with his new body when he’s confronted by a handsome, mysterious man that apparently already knows him?

This 6,700 word erotic short story contains situations of a sexual nature.

An excerpt from Tales of the WereWoman
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The stranger still advanced until he was pressing against Greg. He could feel a hardness pressing against his waist through the man’s pants. Greg’s eyes were wide with shock as he stared into his lust-filled gaze. In that moment, it was like a switch was turned on in Greg’s head, as if the biological signals to his transformed body were pushing his mind toward an otherwise unthinkable option. He was starting to like the feeling of the man rubbing against him. His shocked expression slowly softened. He was still too frightened to act, but it didn’t stop the stranger from placing his hands on Greg’s flared hips.

“I didn’t catch your name last time. You were really drunk for… a lot of the time we spent talking,” he chuckled nervously, seemingly realizing how terrible it was that they hooked up at all.

“Gre—” he paused, extending the ‘E’ sound of his name for an abnormal amount of time, “Gretchen…! Yeah, I’m Gretchen. That,” she paused again, nodding with an unsure smile, “is my name.”

“Hm, Gretchen. Okay.” He nodded. “That makes a little more sense. Every time you said it last time, it almost sounded like ‘Greg’,” he laughed as he caressed his hands over her sides. “I guess that shows how drunk we were.”

Gretchen chuckled uneasily while her hands moved toward his hips. They shook fearfully before she placed them on the stranger’s belt, digging her finger tips into the top of his jeans. “A-and what was your name? I’m really bad with names… especially when I’m, ya know, that drunk…”

“Tom.”

“Okay then, Tom. M-maybe we should go somewhere else? Or get a drink? M-maybe go back to your place?” She tried her best to diffuse the situation, but the urge to continue was beginning to beat her normal instincts. This needed to end quickly before Greg was no longer in control.

“This place is good enough for now. It’s nice and intimate, and we won’t be bothered since there aren’t that many people here tonight. And if we are, then fuck ‘em—the door’s locked.” Tom smirked as he buried his face against Gretchen’s neck and began to lick and nibble at the exposed flesh.

Gretchen’s eyes widened in surprise as these new sensations flowed through her body. It was like little, electric pulses coursing down her spine and radiating out all the way to her finger tips and toes. And most of all, she felt an unfamiliar tingling urge within her stomach. She didn’t know what it was at first, but the longer Tom teased her, the easier it became to know that she wanted to fuck.

Invasion of the Tentacle Breeding Creatures from Space 2: The Calm Before the Storm

Two survivors of a tentacle attack on an alien planet share some intimate private-time together. Meanwhile, overly curious scientists have become possessed and impregnated to become lust-driven pawns of the aliens’ will.

This 7,600 word story contains scenes of a sci-fi lesbian romance, a scientist being impregnated by tentacles under dubious consent, body modification, tentacles coming from orifices, and breeding via eggs.

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An excerpt from Invasion of the Tentacle Breeding Creatures from Space 2: The Calm Before the Storm
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“I think I have a way of changing your mind, doctor,” Ashley claimed as she reached to the container that held the eggs. Pulling one out, she looked it over with admiration.

Doctor Clark quickly tried to run past the deranged assistant, but she was quickly pushed back against the wall. While the doctor was still stunned from the slight impact, Ashley started to unzip the front of the other woman’s jumpsuit. Her eyes went wide with anxiety. The zipper stopped just below her heaving, full breasts.

“Your heart rate is far too high, doctor. You should relax.”

The egg in Ashley’s other hand began to crack open.

“When these eggs are in a warm and wet enough place for long enough—or when given a signal from a host, like me—they hatch, and then the real fun begins!”

Wiggling in her hands was a white tadpole-like creature nearly the size of the woman’s palm among the broken pieces of the egg shell. Pulling on the doctor’s uniform open slightly, she dropped the creature in and zipped her suit back up. And, of course, Ashley was grinning triumphantly.

Doctor Clark was horrified as she felt the slimy creature wiggling against her skin. She reached for the zipper, but Ashley was quick to grab her by the wrists and push them against the wall. As the small creature wiggled downward against her stomach, the doctor began to scream in horror. Ashley silenced the woman by pressing her lips forcefully to hers. Her tongue pressed into the doctor’s mouth while the doctor tried to break away from the possessed woman.

The creature slithered downward with purpose. It knew exactly what its goal was. Even against the tight confines of the woman’s jumpsuit, it managed to make its way into her panties.