Monster Lovers

Your slimiest dreams are about to come true. In this collection of fantastical erotica, women are
seduced by the strangest and horniest lovers in the galaxy! From naughty
tentacles to lustful orcs, Veronica Sloan brings you four tales of breeding,
bondage and impregnation.

In the first captivating tale, a new addition to the
aquarium pulls intern Kimmy Noguchi into a sticky situation. How can she refuse
the creature's clammy caresses when an entire species depends on her? In “No Orc's Whore,” a beautiful barbarian must distract a tribe of orcs
with the one weapon they're powerless to resist. In «Ménage à
Tentacle," a naive marshal journeys to the planet New Dorado and befriends
a beautiful bounty hunter and her partner, a tentacled alien that feeds on female arousal. Finally, in “Defiled by the Dragon,” an arrogant
princess is kidnapped by a dragon…and accepts a most indecent proposal!

This bundle of eldritch erotica is 34,000 words and is for
readers 18 and up. Cover art created by TheKite.

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Excerpt ~~~~~

From «Ménage à
Tentacle»:

One rambunctious tentacle
wiggled its beak into her deep cleavage and she slapped it like a naughty
child. “I said behave, you creep!” The tentacle retreated, beak
downcast in an unmistakable sulk. “Ohhh, baby,” she intoned. She took
it in her hands and gently pried the beak open with her thumb. The tentative
tongue reappeared. And with it, the slick pink head.

I watched with a curious
mixture of disgust and fascination as the tongue slithered into her mouth and gently probed her cheeks. She bit down on it playfully and giggled as it made a
sound like a raspberry. The tongue retreated into the glistening slit on the
pink head, which Thorn stroked with her satin thumbs and then kissed.
Mollified, the head retreated into the beak and the tentacle rolled against her neck like a sleepy snake. “Grapla are psychoforms,” she said.
“You and I need material things to survive. Food, water, sunlight. Grapla
resonate to life itself. They prefer raw emotions. Fear is particularly potent,
which is why they make such effective partners.”

The Grapla took great pride
in what she said. Its tentacles rose in a lethal chorus and trilled a dozen
haunting tones that melted and faded and complemented each other. It was a
stirring sound, accompanied by the hollow clacks of its deadly beaks opening
and shutting like hungry birds.

For a moment, the saloon went
silent. Large men, cyborgs, and thuggish hybrids of all shapes and sizes,
clutched their drinks in fear.

The sound had its most
visible effect on Thorn. Her cheeks flushed, her bosom lifted with unconcealed
longing. She pulled two tentacles from the pack and let them drape across her chest. “But love is their life,” she said. “They die quickly
without companionship. They don't grow large in the wild. Some can get by
scavenging at the fringes of population centers, but they need a mate to thrive. Someone who loves them unconditionally.” She kissed the tops of her lover's heads.

“Do you ever miss the touch of your own kind?” I asked.

Another smirk. “I had plenty of lovers, men and women and otherwise, before I began my trial. There
were skilled lovers, certainly, but even the greatest geishas on Rao's moons
cannot compare to Strabo.” The tentacles, excited by her praise, wriggled
beneath her like a bouncing throne. She stroked a thick vein that throbbed
beneath its skin. “No one has ever loved me longer, deeper, more
completely. No lover has ever trusted me so fully or given me such respect. I am his wife, his mistress, his one and only. And he is my world.”