WARNING: This novel contains darkly sexual scenes, including some between human and non-human entities. It is full of BDSM and, in some cases, has lines of consent being bent or broken. It is for mature audiences only. Proceed at your own risk.
Jake Roquor looked like any average eighteen year old, but he wasn't average or eighteen. Jake was sixty-two and kept young and fit using his magic. He'd been satisfied with his life for decades. He did the occasional odd job of sweeping or stocking for cover, and if he needed more cash, he could easily win a few hundred dollars playing the lottery. It was a safe and comfortable existence. Life only got exciting when his Karmic bosses had real work for him to do, take down a pimp who was abusing his girls or a corrupt politician whose graft was harming the public. Once he figured out who were the good guys and who were the bad guys, it became simple: help the good by fucking up the bad and hopefully come away with some of their cash. Bad guys usually had extra, and, hey, they weren't using it anymore 'cause usually they were dead, devoured by some otherworldly terror.
Jake's life changed radically one day when he thought, "Am I lonely?" This thought started him down a road that would take him to the end of loneliness, but also to the end of life as he'd known it.
Nil's name hadn't always been 'Nil.' In fact her name wasn't 'Nil,' now. That was simply what people called her since she was nameless, a state she'd come to through the exercise of her master's power. As the captive of a demon, she'd been modified magically, tortured sexually, and set up as a cat's paw against the demon's enemies. Now, she was apprentice and sex slave to an incredibly hot wizard.
“God damn it! A demon’s work is never done. Now, your ass is too small.” The strands jumped out again, and Rowena’s rump swelled grotesquely. Gravity pulled the weight of her expanded ass cheeks out and to the sides, displaying her gaping and distending pussy lips and her asshole which opened and closed like a whale’s blowhole. “Oh! That is fuckable! Give me a few minutes and I’ll definitely have a go. Meanwhile ...” He pounded his palm into Rowen’s ass. “Move it, worm!”
Rowena wriggled forward on her thick coating of slime, dragging her sensitive nipples over the rough wooden floor, trying to move fast enough to avoid getting another slap on her overly sensitive rear. It was exhausting, torturous work. The slime was a mixed blessing. It made her wriggles less effective, but the slime kept the floor from abrading her skin. The demon spanked her down the length of the room and back again. The journey left her sobbing and gasping for breath.
This book combines Sex, Magic, and BDSM in novel ways. Sex and control spells, monstrous sex, transmogrification, all wrapped in a interesting story with characters you can care about. Enjoy.