Category: Erotic Literature

Longer, more detailed stories.

The Marks of Eros: The Cult

The following is the chapter I posted on Patreon, which was the final strike in getting my Patreon account deleted for violating their adult content policies.

I will attempt to recreate the Patreon page, now that I know the best way to avoid such issues in future. In the meantime, I will be setting up an alternative to Patreon, which may be far more flexible.

I still have the Ko-Fi account for anyone who wishes to get a digital copy of The Marks of Eros outside of Amazon (as well as to purchase the premium video content, ‘Deliberation’).

Book 1 of The Marks of Eros can be purchased in Hardback, Paperback and Ebook here: The Marks of Eros

But without further ado, here is the chapter that brought down my Patreon. In a world where pain no longer exists, pleasure is used as both reward AND punishment. Here, we are introduced to a strange new presence in Eros…

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Tantalise your imagination to the fullest this holiday season with the erotic fantasy novel, The Marks of Eros.

Available on Kindle eBook, Paperback and Hardback.

Those on Patreon (gold membership or higher) also receive the eBook version directly. The same for any Ko-Fi donations (Just be sure to provide your email or check your messages to ensure it can be sent your way). https://linktr.ee/pleasuretorture

The Marks of Eros: Book I

Whether fending off Succubi, solving the riddles of an Enchantress before being overcome by orgasm, or escaping the nightmares of a tease and denial-fuelled Dream Weaver, there is much to explore…

Available now on Kindle eBook, Paperback and Hardback.

Those on Patreon (gold membership or higher) also receive the eBook version directly. The same for any Ko-Fi donations (Just be sure to provide your email or check messages to ensure it can be sent your way). https://linktr.ee/pleasuretorture

The Marks of Eros: Ruiners

An excerpt taken from The Marks of Eros, out November 21st. A peek into the lands of Eros, fraught with the dangers of being teased, tormented and tortured in the most erotic ways by all manner of devious entities.

The melodious chirping of birds spilt from the canopy of the woods. The Southern Edoria Woods hummed with the gentle rustle of leaves and branches; twigs cracked beneath the movement of squirrels and other small creatures. Yet, in an instant, all sound seemed to become muted as Emma stumbled upon a sight that made her gasp. It was as if the woods held its breath as she looked at the figures standing in a clearing before her.

A succession of humanoid figures stood motionless, at least ten of them, all facing Emma’s direction. Their bare bodies and faces were featureless, resembling a near-reflective surface that made them appear to be entirely made of glass. They looked surreal. It was as if they had stepped from another world into this place.

A horde of Ruiners.

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The Marks of Eros – Coming Soon

Available November 21st

Coming soon in Hardback, Paperback, and Kindle eBook formats through Amazon.

A world where pain has vanished, pleasure has become both weapon and curse. In the land of Eros, desire fuels every spell, every battle, and every punishment. Zero, the highest-ranked Expeditioner, journeys through this realm of sensual chaos, where ecstasy can control or destroy. Alongside his apprentice, he hunts forgotten relics and confronts the erotic horrors that twist pleasure into torment.

The Marks of Eros: Enchantress excerpt

Book I is very close to release, with just a few formatting tweaks before it is in a condition to be released both digitally and for print. In the meantime, here is a little teasing excerpt from a chapter that introduces an Enchantress…

Lips pressed to that soft, ripe, velvet globe, teeth piercing its fuzzy coat to sink into the silky wet cushion within. The tangy, sweet nectar trickled down her chin as its delicate taste danced along her tongue.  Nothing about the peach’s gentle squelch and floral essence, as she savoured it, announced to Samantha that this was the beginning of her torment.

As she nibbled and sucked the ripe fruit, she had no idea the Enchantress was nearby, watching and waiting as she had done daily, knowing this woman would pick from this same tree.

* * *

Samantha woke with a start, unsure where she was, hoping to find herself back in her bedroom in the village. She sensed someone at her side, yet she couldn’t move a muscle when she tried to turn towards them.

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The Marks of Eros (Introduction)

I have finished writing the first book of ‘The Marks of Eros’, a fantasy erotic piece for those perhaps who most enjoy the erotic horror and supernatural/fantasy aspect of my work. Now begins the editing process, which will take some time, before its official release. In the meantime, to celebrate, here is the first chapter in its (relatively short) entirety.

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A Model’s Desire

It was slower than she had expected, the fingertips merely teasing her instead of exploring her as quickly as she would have guessed, though at least the spell had worked.

Vicki had been masturbating as she looked at one of her most recent photos, lying on her back on the bed in the same manner, admiring how the light silhouetted her frame from the side as she arched seductively. Nearing her orgasm, she decided to try out the incantation she’d been taught. Vicki’s friend hadn’t expected any of the spells she had shown her to stick, not having studied them fully like she had. Yet, this one had been on Vicki’s mind for some time; she’d practised and practised in her mind and knew that even though she wasn’t a trained sorceress, it had to work. As she neared her moment, the thought of feeling many hands holding her down and fingerfucking her throughout her orgasm was so enticing.

Uttering the incantation and placing her hands flat on the bed, she waited to feel hands press between her thighs and bring her to orgasm. The fantasy of being able to feel the thoughts of everyone who had looked at her photo had overwhelmed her with lust.

Instead of instantly feeling fingers or even a phallus penetrating her, she endured several minutes of fingertips lightly touching all over her body. It was beyond frustrating, especially with how close she had gotten herself to coming, though she endured it, wanting to experience the full feast of the spell.

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Marks of Eros

The following is an excerpt from the fantasy novel I’m working on called ‘Marks of Eros’.

It is nearing completion (after which I’ll begin the editing process) and hadn’t planned on posting any of it, however as thanks for someone’s recent Ko-fi tip I thought it’d be nice to post a portion of this chapter. There is of course context missing in some elements, but this chapter gives a feeling for the world of ‘Marks of Eros’.

This chapter focuses on male denial in front of an audience.

Under the sun’s spotlight on a balmy evening, the audience cheered after every groan of desperate need.

The prisoner, Lance, was securely strapped to an inversion table draped in red silk, which stood upright. The silk bindings were meticulously tied around his ankles, thighs, waist, wrists – pinned at his sides – and upper body, ensuring he could not move at all.

Multiple near-naked dancers were weaving in and out of one another in a synchronised display of eroticism around him. Some of the men were fully naked, their erect lengths receiving glancing touches from the passing female dancers, who were all clad in beautiful, intricately crafted red lingerie. The dancers’ lithe, oil-coated bodies rippled in the light, shining as they glided around the stage. Fire and light burst from around the platform to further hypnotise the audience.

Drummers around the stage kept a pulsing beat that throbbed throughout the amphitheatre, almost keeping in beat with the throbbing focal point at the centre of the stage.  Lance’s erect length was constantly having Succubus oil drizzled over it by the passing dancers, ensuring it twitched with yearning.

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