The Red Mother
by PulpPistil
Ten years after the second blow, no man can father a child. Five intersex survivors of a wiped tribe take a hire from a juice-farm town: find the masked raiders who have started keeping women, and the name of their new goddess. The five already use each other, mother and grown daughter included. They have held their seed as a secret. The job is supposed to buy them a home. Produced with AI tools.
Competiton is in the Heir
by PulpPistil
A house needs an heir and will not leave it to bloodline talk. Succession is run as a contest: intake first, then scored trials, with a public voice keeping the tally while the rooms stay polite. The tests use sex and violence as the evidence. Bodies are measured, compared, and sent into field rules. Advantage moves. People who are not in the running get used as part of the protocol. The feed calls it selection. Someone is supposed to take the chair. The house already has plans for everything that does not. Produced with AI tools.
The Case in Red
by PulpPistil
The Lower Decks never really sleep. They just get quieter when something expensive lands. Umbriel Vega steps out of the first hatch like the ferrocrete already belongs to her: living void-metal at her throat, black ichor moving over dark skin, tentacles tasting the air. Lortha and Entha come with her. They are not here to blend in for long. The second shuttle opens on a cleaner lie—another team, another reason to want the same object, the same climb, the same city that still thinks it is only a city. Between the landing pad and the upper stacks: yard guards, street crews, broadcast heat, and rooms where bodies are the product and the cover. Public sex and public killing share the stairwells. The case moves slow. The people carrying weapons toward it do not. The Virago Games are on. Produced using AI tools.
The White Herd
by PulpPistil
Kai'T is hunting alone in the eastern trees when he sees her: pale hide, antlers, a body that is not only animal. He kills at distance. Up close the mistake is harder to hold. The meat goes back to camp. Four hunters eat. Strength comes in. Heat comes in. What they do to each other that night is better than it has any right to be, and in the morning the eastern water is still full of white shapes that do not run the way game should run. The tribe has always treated strange arrivals as meat. This arrival looks back. The kills get easier. The need gets louder. Nobody at the fire is asking the right question until it is already too late to want the answer. Produced using AI tools.
Ghost Signal
by PulpPistil
Tes is already underground when the signal wakes up. Six hours. A dead operator’s last map. The kind of score people kill for, according to the voice in her ear that never shows a face. The trunels under the data blocks are narrow, hot, and full of gas that does not care who fires first. Bodies from an earlier fight are still cooling on the way in. Gear is lying where it dropped. Other crews are already moving—city muscle, a loud little cell with a cause, and someone who has a personal reason to be on this channel. Tes came for the cache. Getting to it is not the same problem as leaving with it. The clock does not stop because the tunnels get crowded. Produced using AI tools.
Night Drop
by PulpPistil
Iri Sune Kahn was mid-kill when the storm took the courtyard. She lands on wet concrete under a humid sky, nearly naked, weapon still in her hands, and the creatures scatter into the ramps. Sloane Keller was leaving work for the gym. Expensive car. Crowbar. A pistol she has already used. Gym clothes stuck to her with heat and adrenaline. The first thing she sees of Iri is blood, skin, and a problem that does not belong on this floor. Monsters in the stairwells. Bodies on the decks. Two women who cannot stop looking at each other between the fights. The ground is a long way down, and anything that leaves the building will not stay a local problem. Produced using AI tools.
Dragon Slayers
by PulpPistil
The settlement is already sweating when the cameras go live. Vendors, odds boards, bodies on display. Four runners enter a dungeon grown through fungus, crystal, and old violence. One of them talks. One of them performs. One of them shops first and says almost nothing. Public sex and public killing share the same broadcast. The gates are open. The odds are moving. Whatever waits at the center is not explained in the square. Produced using AI tools.
One night transformation
by freakedbyNyx
My roommate invited me to a party that left me marked and used . Goody to slutty
angels that shouldn't exist
by noiromance
When Hell devours Heaven, you can only survive by posing as a demon. This is a soul-crushing novel. Warning: Not for the faint of heart.
The Family Business: A Taboo Series Part 3: You're My Special Girl
by CaiusVox
In Part 2 of 'The Family Business', our main character was left feeling confused, conflicted, and bereft in the absence of her Father's presence. Part 3 picks up an unknown number of hours after Part 2, as Jamie receives care from her Father in the wake of his intense play time session. The two find reconciliation, expression of their true feelings for one another, and an unexpected discovery of dark, common ground. Discretion is advised, as this part of the series contains elements of knife and blood play.
The Mist: New York
by NancyDouglas
WORK IN PROGRESS: I'll try to publish a chapter a day. A dark erotic post apocalypses novel, a new African cult of extremists, the Qadesh, has come to power, WWIII has ravished the earth, and a dark mist has spread across the globe, unleashing killing 90% of the population, unleashing monsters, and making the few who survived nearly immortal as they struggle to evade the cult, and as Qadesh fights to enslave the unworthy and bring about a Black New World Order.
The Family Business: A Taboo Series Part 2: Playtime Philosophy
by CaiusVox
In Part 1, Jamie's Father vaguely reveals to her that she'll be taking part in the family business...as he's taking her virginity. Confused, fighting her attraction to her Father, she'll face moral dilemma, physical breakdown, as well as being faced in the wake of how he makes her feel, with the crisis of identity. Is this who she's really meant to be, now that she's a woman? Powerless to stop him, will she let herself give in once and for all? Or will she be caught in this baffling tornado of emotional purgatory forever?
The Family Business: A Taboo Series Part 1 : The Meaning of Femininity
by CaiusVox
Jamie is awakened to her Father's instruction, and her body's need in this, Part One of 'The Family Business: A Taboo Series', 'The Meaning of Femininity'. What begins as just another Saturday for this nineteen year old college girl turns into anything but, when her Father bursts into her room. As he begins to reveal tidbits of dark secrets about himself and his whereabouts, she finds her body revealing to her a new addiction... Him.
The Last Detail (1)
by Yabbadabbadookie21
Eighteen-year-old Sophie is brutally attacked and raped