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New MM Freebie of the Month, Plus How To Trick Your Brain 🐢

Hey, peeps!

Audiobooks

Okay, you know how I keep saying sometimes you need to trick your brain into doing something? Well, I think I found a way to trick my brain into having fun instead of slamming it repeatedly on the desk in absolute boredom when it comes to editing the old books. How? Audiobooks.

I’ve been playing around with the video software I got to record and edit the speed paint thingies, and I realized it had an audio function, and me no audio. Now, I’ve avoided the whole audiobook thing. It’s a shit ton of money to start off in a lot of cases. I’m talking like 1/2 a grand to a thousand dollars to hire a narrator and a studio to get a book recorded. It’s also time consuming, and usually someone else is involved. Someone to sign a contract with because they’re fronting some of the costs to get this audiobook made. The whole thing turned me off because I like simple, easy, no strings. That’s why I liked self publishing. That’s why I get so affronted with censorship bs—I don’t like being held back from doing the things I want to do, when I want to do them. Freedom at the cost of being an outsider, usually.

Anywho, I found myself asking, ‘Just how fucking hard is it to make an audiobook, really?’ I have the content (the text), I have a recorder, and a way to edit audio. All I need is a voice. So I did some research to find the least annoying synthetic voice out there and gave it a shot. And in about 4 hours, I had made this.

It was fun. Lol, it’s still fun, the process is becoming faster as I figure it all out, because I just finished up recording the rest of the Demon Bonded Episodes so far. And I’m all, OMG, I want this for all my books! But all my books aren’t so well edited, and have some annoying writing patterns I don’t use anymore. So there, that’s my motivation. A mix of neurotic completionism of making audiobooks for all the books, and fun with playing with tech. Yay!

I plan to have all my books made into audiobooks in a way where I can sell them for the same price as an ebook. Audiobooks usually cost more, mostly because of all the other people involved, plus the cost of cloud storage—audio files can get freaking huge. Once I get all the components together on the selling front, you should be able to pick up the Demon Bonded episodes for $0.99 each, or audio bundles for $2.99 (same price as the Demon Bonded Collection books.) Plus the freebies will be free on the website.

This is the kind of shit I love. It’s good enough. XD And yeah, that might sound sloppy, or half-assed, or what have you, but I’m sick of watching people break their backs (myself included) reaching for perfection instead of being happy with what’s in front of them. No, the synthetic voice doesn’t read perfectly. But it’s good enough, it’s a fast process, and it’s inexpensive, meaning the end result can also be inexpensive for listeners. If I started self publishing by hiring a cover artists and editor and what have you, would I have ever had gotten anywhere? I’d have been broke—fuck, I was already broke. XD Lol. I’m a total do-it-yourselfer and I love it. It’s fun and there are so many resources these days to get professional results without the price.

Interactive Novel

Speaking of fun and tech, btw… So, you know that interactive novel I want to make? The Demon Virus Sequel? The one I was talking about a few weeks ago where it’s like a choose your own, but instead of hitting dead ends, you discover secret, sexy story paths and scenes? Okay, so my brain is on it again—also outlined more Sorcerer Slayer and the next Demon Bonded—oh, and Hellcat has 2 scenes left. Pretty sure they’ll be done this weekend if I don’t go crazy with the audiobooks. Anyways, interactive novel. I was thinking how to plot it. I have these scenes but I want a visual, I want a way for people to simply select and move forward in the story and not get confused when they want to go back for a different branch. Then I was thinking of old school Mario Brothers. You know when you’d complete a level and they’d shoot you to the map, and a new level would open up? That’s what I want to do, but for a story. Text and a Story Map.

I’m envisioning something like chapters being levels, and in each chapter you have the ability to unlock certain scenes, or branches to the story. When you unlock something, it pops up on the story map that you can select and read. You would have to unlock a certain amount—the key plot conflict points—to progress to the next level, aka chapter. If you unlock all the special scenes and story branches, I want to make it so you can unlock a totally different story arc, maybe a new character and everything. XD I think it’ll be fun. And it won’t be like a video game where you’re doing repetitive tasks, it’s still just reading. How you unlock things would be by the choices you make in a story scene. You decide if the character goes into the scary dark room (where a sexy monster awaits) or goes back to the party—that sort of thing. <3

Or maybe you need to find a ‘key’ in the text, like clues, that can be used as passwords to unlock other doors! Oh, or I might have ‘items’ you get when you complete certain scenes that can be used to defeat the conflict in other scenes, where, if you didn’t find that item, you wouldn’t be able to beat the scene and unlock a new one. I have so many ideas. XD Puzzles and choices but nothing tedious and grinding–the only grinding should be between the characters. *wink*

I’ll have to learn some basic game programming—but it feels really basic. Switches and branches, nothing complex at all. My biggest issue atm is just learning enough to figure out what software will give me what I want without extra shit I would just find confusing at this stage. I’m not sure if I want people to have to play the game through repeatedly—you know, once you pick a story path, you have to stick to it until you get to the very end, and only once you finish the book/game, will you be able to try a new story path. But have a way to save the data so they can see the choices they made and be able to unlock the other levels—until finally they unlock the bonus ending!

Okay, I might be crazy excited about this idea. XD It’s just so fun. Lol, and this is what I need when writing—fun! I can’t do boring, repetitive shit anymore. I used to RPG, I used to read (all the time,) I used to dedicate hours to television distractions. My brain wants to DO things, make things, and this is the way it has fun. So as long as I can find the fun in it, I can keep creating and getting shit done.

That’s another thing. I’m choosing fun. I’m choosing happy. When I find myself at a crossroads, that’s what I want. Fun and happy. Lol, and no, I don’t feel a single fucking bad thing about it. XD You ever find some people want to just drag you down, they want you to take shit so seriously and have decided life isn’t supposed to be happy? I’m good. Life is what you make of it and I’m choosing happy. Rose-colored glasses all the way. <3

Last Week Catchup

Oh, also, sorry I missed so many emails last week. I know, it’s becoming a ‘thing.’ @[email protected] I do read them all, and have grand expectations to answer—you gals and guys are fucking amazing with such varied lives, and I love hearing about them all—and then life happens and the moment passes as I’m caught up doing something else.

Much love to the people who have had their lives torn apart because of careless doctors, and the wish to trust and have faith in an expert. We want answers that come easily, we want to know it’s all going to be alright, and sometimes it’s that blind hope that leads to more problems. My adoptive dad actually ended up without a working stomach for the rest of his life after a doctor made a really dumb mistake during surgery, and bile backed up and nearly killed him. They tied his esophagus to his intestines to save his life after the mistake, and it took him years to recover. And no, I don’t think it’s these individual doctors, that they’re there to hurt people. If anything, I think they’re working their asses off in a system so stressful, it’s hard to not sink beneath. 300-400 physicians kill themselves annually in the US. The current system of medicine isn’t just hurting patients but also the people in it.

Also, as much as I love my brother, I have to face the fact that he was the idiot who didn’t stand up for himself. He’s an adult who is still refusing to question another adult when it comes to his own mental and emotional health. If he hadn’t asked me for a pill cutter, I never even would have known he was about to take a psych med after going in for a cold.

And that is where I find my peace. It’s not my job to freak out for him. It’s not my job to hold his hand through life and make sure he doesn’t fuck up. I learned my lessons because I fucked up big time—repeatedly—and I’m not about to forget. Ever. XD If he wants to be so blithe, that’s his path. As long as he doesn’t go on a killing spree over the meds prescribed him, I really don’t need to freak out. I can calmly (one day, when I don’t get triggered @[email protected] ) still remind him he’s likely bipolar and should research any med he adds to his system.

But it’s still his choice, still his life, and there is little more I can do without taking it over for him—I’ve got way too much shit I want to do to take on that fucking job, btw. Just sayin. I’m glad I was paying attention, but he should have been taking care of himself and thinking.

Freebie Of The Month

Okay, I’m going to fly. HEAT is free this month, and don’t miss out on the audiobook–I think you can download it from soundcloud. Pretty sure I haven’t had Heat free in a while. I seriously need to make a schedule so I don’t keep forgetting… Ugh. I swear we created computers to have a brain outside our brain that could just hold onto all the shit we really don’t need to know until moments like these.

All You Need Is Love: A Limited Edition Collection – $0.99

Romance Collections is proud to present these fourteen stories of love that know no boundaries. Like rivers flowing through the canvas of earth, these stories will run deep, touch softly and leave you breathless.

No matter who it is with, passion is magnificent, desires are bold, and love is beautiful.

 

Saving the Omega: M/M Paranormal Dystopian Romance – $0.99

M/M Dystopian, Paranormal romance. Standalone story.

In a world where only paranormals survived…

A cruel virus wiped out all humans. Now there’s a war between the supernatural factions…

Life is bleak for Angus. As a wolf shifter, living under vampire rule is intolerable. He hates the rules. He hates their power. He hates not having control over the lives of his pack.

He keeps himself under tight control…until he cracks. A young wolf is being beaten by his mate. Unforgivable. Angus reacts and everything changes. Saving Clayton may just turn the tide for everyone, including the true Alpha in Angus.

This new world for Clayton is hell, and living with an abusive mate makes everything worse. But when Angus saves him from that torture, for once in his life there is an inkling of hope

With jealous pack mates and vindictive rival gangs on their doorstep, danger is around every corner. Can Clayton pull on his Omega strength for his Alpha, and will Angus accept the love only his true Omega can bring.

***short, sexy Dystopian M/M. Guaranteed Happily ever after.***

Omega’s Mate: An MM Mpreg Romance

Everything is possible. Nothing is what it seems…

Ryan: Fate led me to Tristan Whitaker, the infamous alpha hero from Frisky Pines. When a hunter aimed his rifle my way, I thought my life was over. Tristan swooped in and saved my life. As soon as I saw him, I knew I was in over my head.

I wasn’t looking for a mate, but he swept me off my feet, literally. When I woke in his arms, I knew my life was going to change forever. Together, we decided to have a baby. I was the happiest omega in the world. What I didn’t realize was that the fate of the world then depended on us…

 

 

HEAT: Abducted To Be His Mate – free

Ryan Moss is a werewolf long separated from his pack. He has no idea how dangerous his heat is until he finds himself stalking down the closest available bachelor. Unfortunately for Ryan, his wolf finds Shane Cooper, the gay bashing, angry, rich punk that’s been tormenting him for the last ten years.

Even though Ryan hates Shane, his wolf won’t be denied. Against all sanity, he bites the blond and drags him home to mate.

Bound and trapped in Ryan’s basement, Shane plots his escape. He has no interest in being anyone’s mate, especially to his long time rival. If only his body would stop betraying him, seeking out first touch and then pain, things Ryan knows how to gift just right.

Ryan discovers that underneath his lust and resentment, he might just love his angry mate. But after what he’s done, can Shane ever forgive him enough to see him as worthy?

This short story of over 23,000 words contains explicit m/m sexual content, graphic language, violence, and themes of bondage, discipline, and some humiliation. Although featuring mating/breeding with werewolf anatomy that knots and ties, there is no mpreg.

Hellcat 28

SCENE TWENTY-EIGHT

Sean rose to his feet. His mind and body were in absolute disagreement. He knew this was the right thing, but his body, his body wanted to keep TJ, fuck him, and make him come over and over again. He needed to leave. Fuck, he really needed to not ruin what little he had of his relationship with TJ.

Fides’s tail split and wrapped around TJ’s torso to keep him from running as the demon stood. Sean stared at the dark appendages thoughtfully as Fides reached for him and pulled him up against his side. Their bare flesh was slick and hot where they touched and Sean pressed forward as a thought struck. TJ’s breath was hot on his hip where he was forced to kneel as Sean spoke to Fides who was standing on the other side of him.

“The thing you do with your tails. You know, how you make more?” Sean ran his fingers through Fides’s sleek locks of dark hair and pulled a few of the silky strands forward. “Can you do that with your hair? Can you make them into tentacles?”

Fides tilted his head as he considered the request. Sean wasn’t actually sure it was something the shapeshifter could do, but then, Fides had done things he could barely comprehend. He turned into a cat smaller than his mass, and a panther large enough to take on a dragon and win. He was amazing in so many different ways.

Sean started and his eyes widened when the hair beneath his fingers twisted and shifted. “Oh.” He pulled his head back enough so he could see, and he exhaled slowly when he found Fides’s shoulders draped with black, dreadlock sized tentacles. “That’s hot. That is seriously hot. Can you make them longer?” Sean bit his lip when the dark tentacles lengthened and twined, and each lock moved on its own. “Fuck,” he groaned softly. He wasn’t sure when he got like this, but tentacles and Fides turned him on crazily so.

The tentacle in his hand wiggled free, and Sean parted his lips when the tip pressed against his mouth. “Change back,” Sean demanded between licks to the hot, firm flesh. “I want to see your face. I want you to be you.”

Fides flashed sharp fangs as his face rippled and rearranged with a shimmer. The new tentacles wrapped around Sean and pulled him close so he was encased by the demon with TJ pinned between them. “Fuck him. Claim your gift,” Fides insisted against Sean’s lips.

“No,” Sean growled even as heat flooded him. “Do you want him to hate me forever?”

Fides kissed down his jaw and sucked at the flesh of Sean’s neck. “Do you think he doesn’t already hate you? The fragile thing is terrified of us.”

Sean’s brows furrowed as he looked down at TJ’s ducked head. “He doesn’t. You don’t know him like I do.”

“You are my mate now. You must understand humans fear and revile anything connected to my kind. You saw it with the witches.” Fides licked along the tip of Sean’s pointed ear and said softer, “He will run from you if you let him. I know you don’t want that.”

“No, he’s my friend,” Sean whispered, even as doubt trickled through him. TJ was his friend, but now? The things he did might not be forgivable, no matter how much TJ clearly enjoyed it.

“He’s weak, powerless, and you are everything humans fear.” Fides turned Sean’s face and forced him to meet his burning gaze. “I know you want him. Wouldn’t you rather fuck him whenever you wish, than never see him again?”

“Soot.” The room tilted, and Sean had to clutch Fides’s shoulder to keep from collapsing. He couldn’t. He wanted TJ, sure, but he couldn’t actually have him. That was a line he knew he couldn’t cross.

Fides rubbed his palm down the front of Sean’s pants and tore through the zipper. “Take him. Own him. The pretty thing is aching to be touched, and I know you sense it.” He pulled Sean’s erection free and stroked the hard flesh. He growled softly when he found light ridges had started to form along Sean’s cock. “You’re almost fully changed, my beautiful. You must sense the need in him nearly as great as your own hunger. Give him what he wants, and take what you need from his body.”

Sean thrust into Fides’s tight fist. He wanted to. Fuck, he wanted to. “I can’t,” he whispered as Fides tore his jeans down and pushed them off his legs. He stepped to the side, too conscious of how bare he was and how TJ’s gorgeous mouth was inches from his cock. It would be nothing to push between those perfect lips, and he needed to keep control. “I need him. Want him. But I can’t.”

“You can.” Fides stared into Sean’s eyes. It was as if his violet orbs were glowing and drawing him in. “You will have everything you want, my pet. I promise it.” Fides slid his hand down Sean’s back, squeezed his ass hard, and pulled him up against his body. Sean groaned as he humped against his muscular form, and their lips met again.

It had to be the fever, the crazy changes taking his body. He would never think this was a good idea normally. Right now, with the flavor of TJ’s cum still hot on his tongue and Fides whispering dark delights against his lips, it was impossible to resist. He had lost TJ already, so why not enjoy just a little more from him? Would it really be the end of the fucking world if he got a little bit of his own cum on those perfectly plump lips of his?

He’d let TJ go after, he would. Sean promised himself that much. But now, right now, he was hard and TJ was right there, and fuck, he came so quickly. Would he get off that fast again? Could he make him cum inside him? Hell, would TJ get off fucking his ass?

Fides growled when Sean moaned and rubbed against him. “Take him. Take him, so I can fuck you already.” He pressed quick kisses to Sean’s lips, chin and throat. “It’s been too long. I want you covered in me.”

“Yes.” Sean found Fides’s mouth again and slid his tongue over his before pulling back. He tugged on one of the dark tentacles, pulled it to his lips, and extended his tongue so he could slowly coat it in his saliva. “Hold him with these.” Sean met Fides’s eyes and added breathlessly, “And this one you should fuck into his hole. Gently.” He glanced down to where TJ was tense and trying to pretend he wasn’t listening. Sean knew better. He could practically taste TJ’s pulse increase from those simple words.

Sean reached down and ran his hand along TJ’s throat. He slid up through the sweat on his flesh and gripped his chin hard, forcing TJ to look up. “I want to see you milk his prostate until he comes. It won’t take long.” Sean bit his lip as he again remembered how quick TJ got off for him. “My cock slut wants it bad. Right, baby?”

“Sean, this isn’t funny,” TJ whimpered as he tried to pull free. “Stop being… Damn it, stop being an asshole.”

Sean’s gaze turned thoughtful as he watched TJ’s expression contort. “You want to hear the worst fucking joke about the last two days? Magnolia could have given me anything with just the wave of a wand, but it was worthless. She couldn’t give me you.”

TJ’s eyes flashed, and he stopped struggling to glare at Sean. “Stop fucking around. You don’t like me. That’s just the horns and fangs talking!”

Sean felt a dark smile stretch across his face. “You think I’m like this because of him? Because Fides changed me?” He glanced at Fides, who smirked back wickedly. Sean knelt down and cupped TJ’s face and kissed him hard, suffocatingly, until TJ relented to his mouth. When Sean pulled back, TJ’s eyes were closed and lips parted to release soft whimpers. “I was already like this. No demon made me gay, and he sure as fuck didn’t make me an asshole. No one made me love you, and nothing I have done has been able to make me stop. I’ve always been like this, TJ.”

“You haven’t…” TJ’s breath staggered as Sean kissed along his jaw and down his throat. “You’ve never acted like this. You never said a thing.”

“I think about you every time I masturbate,” Sean admitted bluntly as he nipped TJ’s throat. “I used to pretend it was you when I was sucking Blake off. It’s why I’m so good at blowjobs, because I was always thinking of getting you off, of finally getting to taste your cum. I want to touch myself every time I hear your voice. I was touching myself the last time we talked. You heard it. You knew I came, and you pretending it was a joke.” Sean groaned as he remembered all the many ways he wanted to have TJ. “I want to fuck you senseless right fucking now.”

TJ shook his head weakly. “The horns…”

“Itch and nothing more. They barely hurt anymore.” Sean pressed against him, bare flesh to bare flesh, and fought a groan when he found TJ’s cock hard. “You keep getting hard for me.”

“No… No, you’re doing something to me,” TJ insisted breathlessly as Sean reached down and stroked his flushed length.

Sean chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, I keep making you hard, you total slut.”

“Damn it.” TJ didn’t have an answer for that, and his hips rocked into Sean’s touch even as he tried to squirm away. He fell sideways, half across Fides’s lap. His face was flushed as his dazed eyes followed Sean warily. Sean didn’t need him to speak. TJ’s body responded to his every touch, his every kiss, and it was enough.

Sean met Fides’s gaze, and he swallowed when he saw every dark promise in those wicked eyes. “Lift him.”

Fides twined his tentacle hair down TJ’s torso and wrapped him tight. TJ gasped as he was pulled up and back against his chest. “You’re trembling, pretty pet.” Fides pulled TJ into his lap and teased fingers along his cheekbone. “I won’t harm you. I scent your fear almost as strong as your arousal.”

TJ whimpered as more tentacles coiled around his nude body and wrapped him tight. His eyes were wide as he was caught in the demon’s burning violet eyes. “S-Sean.”

“I’m right here.” Sean kissed down TJ’s trembling thigh as he spread his legs apart. Sean pushed TJ’s knees up and his eyes fixed on his bobbing cock and balls. He ran his hand down his inner thighs, and his breath caught when he reached TJ’s crack. Sean pressed his thumbs along the edges, slipped between, and spread him open. “Just a little, TJ. Just enough for you to get how fucking good this is.”

Sean went to reach for Fides tentacle, but the demon was already moving. The slender tip delved between TJ’s spread cheeks and probed as he sought out his hole.

“Sean, wait. Don’t… fuck. Fuck,” TJ gasped at the first touches to his pucker. The tentacle wiggled and teased at his entrance and slowly pushed into his hole. “Oh, don’t.” TJ’s back arched and muscles tensed as he was breached for the first time. TJ’s arms were wrapped by more tentacles, and he was held in place and his body forced open to the tip.

“Hell.” Sean held his breath. His gaze kept jumping from TJ’s tormented expression, to the the clear fluid dripping down his twitching cock, to the way TJ’s hole was being stretched open by Fides’s tentacle. Sean couldn’t stop himself, and he released TJ’s firm cheeks so he could probe fingers into his hot opening. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Sean rubbed carefully around the edges of TJ’s hole as he loosened the flesh and stretched him gently, all while he watched TJ’s expressions contort with every touch. He caught TJ’s leg when it involuntarily kicked forward. Fides swiftly wrapped a tentacle around TJ’s thigh and folded his leg back toward his body, so TJ was opened even more to Sean’s fingers.

Hell, he wanted to be inside him. Sean thrust into his opening with two fingers and groaned as TJ’s passage gripped tight around him. It would be so easy. TJ kept bucking and sending his fingers deeper, and Sean wanted to know what it would feel like around his dick. Would he rock his hips to try to get him deeper inside him? He knew he would. His sexy cock slut wanted everything. Sean quickly thrust a third finger into TJ’s clenching hole and pushed deep, opening TJ up to the tentacle that plunged in to fill him.

“Fuck… fuck, I can’t.” TJ’s head jerked back and forth, and his one free leg flexed as he tried to get some sort of leverage to push away. “It feels… oh, fuck.” Sean stroked relentlessly in and out of his channel, while Fides teased the spot inside him that made TJ’s body twitch and tense in pleasure.

He wanted him. Needed him. Every cry from TJ’s lips was a plea for him to fuck him. His flesh yielded to his every touch, and he was so hot inside, so ready for his cock. Sean watched TJ’s face as he hooked the edge of his hole and pulled him open even more.

“Nng!” TJ threw his head back and shouted, and precum pulsed thick down his tip and shaft.

Sean pushed away from TJ’s trembling body before he could give in to the hot pulse of lust throbbing through him. Just this. He told himself he was just going to get TJ off again. He was going to have him cum a fucking river from the amazing way Fides could milk a prostate, and that was it. Sean’s gaze fixed on TJ’s neglected dick, where his flushed tip was slick with precum. With a growl, he surged down, and engulfed his rigid cock into his mouth.

“Sean! Fuck, oh fuck.” TJ fought against his bonds and his hips bucked up as perfect heat wrapped around his dick. Sean moaned at the response, and the vibration only made TJ writhe more. He was so hot, and each needy, desperate push of his hips was driving Sean crazy as TJ tried to fuck his mouth while Fides held him still and took his hole.

Sean opened wide, and his tongue slid up TJ’s length and swirled around his tip. “That’s it, baby. You going to come for me?” Sean quickly engulfed TJ’s dick again before he could answer, and internally smiled when his friend yelped and jolted. So sexy. So easy, slutty, and fucking sexy. Sean opened wider, loving the ache in his jaw as he took TJ deeper and sucked his cock down until it was clutched tight in his throat. He could hear TJ’s moans, not just against his ear but through their joined bodies. Sean held his breath, his mouth filled with saliva and the entrancing flavor of TJ’s cock and precum as he reached down and began to stroke his own hard cock.

He wanted him. He wanted to bury inside him. He wanted to hear TJ cry his name every night and beg for more, for him to stop, to be able to come.

“Sean… Sean, please. I’m gonna…” TJ’s whimpers grew more persistent, desperate. “S-Stop. I don’t want to… not in your… Fuck, don’t make me come like this.”

Yes. Fuck, yes. Sean pulled off of TJ dick and saliva dripped down his chin. “You’re already about to burst. You love this don’t you?” Sean stroked TJ’s wet shaft and gripped it firmly at the base. “You’re so fucking hard for this, baby.”

Tears glittered in TJ’s eyes and clung to his thick lashes. “It’s… it’s too much.”

Sean glanced down and moaned when he found Fides’s tentacle swollen and fat as it thrust in and out of TJ’s entrance. It was nearly as big as his dick, and all Sean could think about was pulling Fides away and fucking TJ’s hole raw. He wanted him. He wanted to be in him, to cum in him, to break him and own him.

The tentacle thrust deeper, and TJ’s cock pulsed more precum from the tip. TJ cried out as the tentacle swelled thicker, and he fell back against Fides’s chest. His tongue reached out when the demon’s fingers drifted over his mouth and teased his swollen lips.

Sean was seriously going to lose it. He straddled TJ’s hips to keep from taking that clenching hole as his own, and leaned forward to claim his lips instead. TJ gasped beneath him. His hips jerked and back arched from every wiggle of the thick tentacle taking his hole. Sean kissed him roughly, teeth scraping and lips sliding, while he let his dick grind against TJ’s abdomen in rocking jolts.

“Sean, I…” TJ’s hand clenched in and out of fists where they were trapped in Fides’s hold. “Sean.”

“I know. He gets so big.” Sean grasped TJ by the hair and thrust his tongue into his mouth. TJ moaned and the sound vibrated sent him spinning. Sean couldn’t keep from nipping TJ’s swollen lips red, and TJ, dazed and lost, kept running his trembling tongue over his lips, responding to every kiss and stroke.

“Fuck, TJ.” Sean rocked his hips down and ground against TJ’s hard cock when it pressed wet and sticky against his ass. He wanted him so much. He wanted to ride TJ’s cock and fuck him at the same time. And those lips—Hell, he wanted to fuck those slick, red lips until they bruised. There was so much he wanted to do to his TJ, so much he fucking dreamed of, he could barely contain himself.

Breathless and full of a crazed heat, Sean pressed his mouth to TJ’s ear. “Do you even get how sexy your lips are? Sometimes you’re just talking, saying something totally boring, and all I can think about is fucking my dick into your mouth to shut you up.”

“Sean,” TJ’s moaned, his face turning red.

Sean had been good. He had held back. He had been absolutely positively polite to his sexy cock slut of a friend since the first day he laid eyes on him and wanted to bury his dick between TJ’s perfect, plump lips. Having TJ cry his name like that broke something inside of him. Everything about TJ under him, wrapped up like a sweaty, naughty present was driving him crazy. Sean was already so hard, so close, and TJ had a terrible habit of never telling him no.

Sean raised himself up on his knees and pressed up the length of TJ’s panting form. He hesitated a moment before shifting his hips forward and running his cock along TJ’s lips. TJ’s breath hitched, and his eyes flew open. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in Sean’s hard, flushed dick pushing against his chin and lips. Sean rubbed his palm down TJ’s jaw and let him process what was happening. His breath came out in harsh gasps as Sean fought to keep from forcing the issue, from taking everything he wanted too quickly.

TJ’s lashes fluttered shut and his lips parted, and Sean growled in triumph. “Fuck, baby, fuck. That’s it. You know what I want.” Sean guided TJ down and smeared his cock along his perfect lips. He held back the best he could. He wanted to draw it out, wanted to somehow fuck his cock into TJ’s mouth in a way that would have him remember every moment. Fuck, he wanted him be his so bad.

Sean rubbed the swollen flesh of his cock head over every inch of TJ’s lips. Saliva quickly coating him slick as his precum trickled into TJ’s open mouth. TJ swallowed down the fluid building in his mouth between his gasping drags of air. Sean dipped his tip into TJ’s mouth and groaned as his plump lips contoured and yielded to his cock. “Yes,” he hissed and pumped shallow, restrained thrusts that had TJ’s lips smacking wet noises each time his cock pulled free. “Fuck, yes.”

Sean caressed his thumb along TJ’s cheekbone and urged him closer. “Open. Take me in. I’m going to fuck your throat, baby.”

TJ whimpered at the command, and a hot tear escape from his squeezed shut eyelids. His brows furrowed and breath came out in a blast as Sean pushed deeper into his mouth, and his cock ran the length of his tongue and slid tight against his tonsils.

Sean groaned as he sank into TJ’s tight heat for the first time. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, TJ. Fuck.” He felt perfect inside, so hot and tight and fucking his.

Sean gripped TJ’s hair hard and watched as his cock pushed deeper into his open mouth. He could see the new ridges banding his shaft, and the small lines forced TJ’s lips to ripple whenever he fucked forward and back. “That’s it. Take it.” He groaned as he felt the back of TJ’s throat against his tip. Fuck, he was inside him. A wave of heat hit Sean hard. “Fuck, take it deeper. Suck my cock, baby. You’re doing so good. Suck it as deep as you can.”

TJ choked when he hit the back of his throat, but Sean couldn’t stop. He was lost in the hot clutch of TJ’s throat, his wet mouth, and those damn gorgeous lips of his. Sean thrust roughly and made sure to drag along TJ’s lower lip each time. Each pump had him hitting the back of his throat. He tried so hard not to grind deep, and failed with each thrust. “Fuck, TJ… So good. You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good.”

TJ’s expression was desperate as he struggled to breathe around the thick cock relentlessly taking his mouth and throat. Saliva dripped hot down his chin and throat as he held still and submitted to Sean in every way.

“Thicker,” Sean rasped to Fides when he felt his orgasm approaching. “Fuck his tight hole open so he feels it.”

Sean groaned as he sank deep into TJ’s throat. He held him by the shoulder, and his fingers bruised as he felt every spasm and clench of TJ’s throat around his cock. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it,” Sean growled. He pulled out right before he unloaded, and his thick streams of cum splashed down on TJ’s face in white pulses.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Sean grasped TJ by the chin and forced his head up. With his other hand, he guided the last of his jizz to drizzle on TJ’s swollen lips. Perfect. It was everything he dreamed of and more.

Sean’s eyes roamed TJ’s face while he caught his breath and drank in the sight of his best friend coated in his thick seed. TJ had gone bright red. His humiliation was so complete, his blush reached down to his neck, shoulders, and chest. Sean knew it wasn’t just because he was covered in his cum. A part of TJ clearly liked it. A hard, ready to burst part of him that was still standing at attention.

“You want to cum, baby?” Sean whispered, and his voice cracked with something he couldn’t name. “You ready to cum in my mouth now?”

Moans drifted unchecked from TJ’s bruised lips as Fides stroked his thick tentacle inside his passage. His dazed, confused whimpers made Sean want to bury his cock into his mouth all over again. TJ blinked his eyes open when Sean touched his cheek, and he gazed up at him with a lost expression in his warm eyes. Sean’s heart clenched under his stare.

Damn it, he just ruined everything, didn’t he? He crossed the line and ruined their fucking friendship, and worse, Sean didn’t want to fix it. As TJ closed his eyes, and he peered down at his beautiful face dripping in cum, Sean realized he didn’t want to ever go back to how things were before.

“Soot, what exactly was your plan?”

Fides leaned over and dragged fingers through the cum on TJ’s face. He licked the digits with a small smile. “Keep him. He’ll make a pretty pet for my mate.”

Sean inhaled sharply and turned his head away. He couldn’t. Right?

Sean looked back down to where TJ was gasping in the demon’s arms. His face was red, hair tousled, and dirt and cum streaked his tanned flesh. Sean knew he couldn’t. It was wrong. Incredibly wrong. You couldn’t just own a person. TJ was straight, and such a goodie goodie, and wasn’t going to talk to him again after today…

But he got hard from his touch, got off on him being cruel, and he made the sexiest fucking cries when he came. Sean didn’t know anything hotter than fucking TJ’s mouth raw. The taste of him was compelling, addictive.

Fuck, he wanted him. He wanted him so fucking much. What was the point of any of this if he couldn’t fucking have TJ?

“Soot, can you make him like me? Can you, uh…” Sean licked his lips and met Fides’s steady gaze. “Can you mark him. Give him horns.”

“A second mate?” Fides asked carefully, his expression unreadable.

Sean nodded and teased a tongue over his fang. TJ wouldn’t be human then. He wouldn’t be able to go back to his old life. If TJ was just like him, there’d be no place he’d be able to escape.

“I want him to be ours. Every time he looks in the mirror, I want TJ to see how we’ve changed him.” Sean chest clenched at the thought. “He’ll know he belongs to us and only us. Always.”

Fides had been far from pleased when he first brought TJ to him, even when he called him a gift. Sean half expected him to be jealous, possibly enraged that he would ask such a thing. Fides’s fanged grin was every wicked thing Sean wanted it to be.

Sean surged across the short distance and kissed him hard. Fides readily pulled him close and kissed him just as hungrily, with TJ gasping and pinned between them.

What was the fucking point of magic if he couldn’t have what he wanted? What was the fucking point of anything if he let the one man he loved for so long go? As long as TJ was his, nothing else mattered.

“Fuck him,” Sean demanded against Fides’s wet lips. “Use your tails and fuck him. I want to see you fuck his virgin ass open and stuff his mouth until he’s filled with your cum. Make him our mate.”

Speed 2

SPEED WRITING EROTICA #2

SKETCH DRAFT

current summary

Forced bestiality, humiliation, incest

Young man stays with his uncle for a week. The place is weird, and he has no idea how his uncle makes his money, but the boy is in trouble at home, trouble in school, and his parents are fed up. Uncle breeds champion dogs or something. Call with mother who warns him not to bother his uncle. When uncle asks how his mother is, the boy is rude about it. The kid has a mouth on him, defensive, and dickish. It’s clear why his parents are fed up.

Boy stumbles across noises at night, his uncle very disappointed to be interrupted. He told him to knock. Uncle goes to get washed up, having been helping a dog get off who is now off his focus. His prized pet. Nephew waits, only to have the dog start being aggressive with him, boy obsessed with the dog’s dick and the thick bulb. Sees the camera and asks when the uncle comes back. It’s important to document the process. Does he ever film the breeding process? You know, when they’re fucking the bitches. Of course. There must be some freaks into that, huh? There’s a freak for everything, kid. Now get lost. You’re throwing the dog’s focus. Nah, I think he likes me. Keeps humping my leg. Kid jokes but the uncle fixates on it. You’re right. You want to help me milk this dog. He’s a champion breed and it’s important. Uh, that’s kind of weird. Oh. You ever get payed hundreds for your sperm? Whoa, really? Do a good job and I’ll even pay you. Okay.

Kid realizes its probably not going to be worth the money too late into all the requirements. Has to strip down, something about his clothes being dangerous for the dog’s legs. What about him? Isn’t his skin in danger? He’s a trained dog, he’s not going to bite you and his nails are kept short. He’s a professional. Now get down on his level. He just needs to let him cover him with hormones and then the dog will do the rest. What, just let him hump me? Yes. I created a this device to collect the sample. You don’t have to do anything but kneel and act like a bitch. The boy glares but the uncle’s expression is bland. I’m not joking. I want you to act like a bitch to get the dog interested in you. Starts filming and the boy is mortified. You want to get paid or not? Gonna be hard to go live out on your own without money.

Dog rutting against him, the underwear supposed to protect him. The collection device fills up quick and the uncle removes it, and needs to get another container. During the switch, the dog refuses to let up and the boy calls, asking him to hurry. He’s a mess, feeling the cum splashing on him, wondering if that stupid camera is still filming. This was a bad idea. Nothing is worth this kind of embarrassment. Will you hurry! Chill the fuck out. Things take as long as they take. The dog starts rutting in earnest, the boy trying to escape but afraid he’s somehow going to throw the creature off its focus. The entire point was to get the damn thing into it. The underwear isn’t a perfect fit and the dog’s cock gets under it, gets inside him, fucking him, breeding him, his uncle filming and doing nothing to help. Uncle grabs the boy from the nape when he tries to escape, holding him in place as the dog jacks his bulb into him. He’s a champion, kid. You gotta give the big dogs what they deserve.

Something about the boy wasting the cum with the dog cumming in him, bareback. Uncle takes the boy’s hole after, fucking him raw and filling him with more cum.

INTRO

goal: 1000 wrds

Intro

HOOK

goal: 1500 wrds

Hook

BUILD UP

goal: 3500 wrds

Build up

PEAK

goal: 3000 wrds

Peak

RESOLUTION

goal: 1000 wrds

Resolution

Obsession

OBSESSION : STALKED

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PARANORMAL AND CONTEMPORARY MM EROTIC ROMANCES BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR SADIE SINS

NOTES

Babes, this is full of incest between father and son, noncon (aka rape in fantasy,) themes of humiliation, degradation, and bdsm. Plus some angst in there. I try to keep the violence out of the sex–beating the fuck out of a character doesn’t do it for me–but there are a few moments where persuasion is forced more than manipulated when our favorite psycho thief shows up. I don’t find that it’s too damaging, but you might. This is one of those darker fics so read at your own risk.

This story follows Obsession: Home Invasion, which you can snag in The Library in either mobi, pdf, or epub format. We jump from Christmas to Valentine’s Day–because why the fuck not? Nick has his reasons. XD

DISCLAIMER

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead, are all coincidental.

Sleeping Dogs II 9

CHAPTER NINE: The Visiting Cousin

Mason Pennyworth was thirty-eight, six feet tall, and not a particularly strong man. His dark hair was immaculate, cut short and kept tight to his head, not a hair out of place. His eyes, sharp and grey, had a haze to them that spoke of an abuse of elixirs that were used to enhance magical abilities. Mason was not a very strong magic user, but he was an amazing potion brewer, and he was always happy to visit his favorite teacher at the castle and thank him for the man’s help in that department.

Seeing as it was a Hogsmeade weekend, there weren’t many students there to notice when Mason came visiting, nor was Professor Snape, the Potions Master out for the day. Mason was not deterred, duffel bag in hand as he wandered through the castle halls, checking his small mirror. He had a very nifty trick for finding his cousin when the boy went into hiding in his large manor, and even in the castle it wasn’t difficult to find the unsuspecting Neville, the boy fresh from a late breakfast, face downcast to be left behind when all his classmates had been allowed to go out and adventure.

Mouth splitting into a wicked grin when he caught sight of his beautiful cousin, Mason renewed his grip on his bag. He’d be sure to make sure Neville had other things to think about that day.

Neville had wanted to talk to Blaise, hoping to find a way to just, well, communicate that he wasn’t as unreceptive as the boy might think. Except, he was also a total mess about a lot of things, especially things he liked, and Neville was starting to suspect he might actually really like Blaise Zabini. A lot. Like, maybe almost as much as he liked Harry. And really, it had been hard enough talking to Harry, and he probably wouldn’t have done that if not for the fact that Harry had smelled like absolute sex, and his coyote had gone crazy and just fucked the boy senseless.

Neville was afraid he might actually be the type to be crazy, not just go crazy, and he didn’t know how to talk to someone like Blaise and not have that be a problem. Cus, when you liked someone, that was kind of important, right? Like, you couldn’t just, you know, be with someone. Zabini would figure it out pretty damn quick that there was something wrong with him—Probably had already, and then that would ruin things really fast.

God, why couldn’t he just stop thinking about it? Why couldn’t he just stop caring that the boy always looked angrily at him, but not in a bully way but in a love-scorned way? He was pretty sure that was what had happened, the more Neville thought about it. He didn’t know why Zabini might like him, but he had at one point and Neville had done something very wrong—of what he wasn’t certain—and now the boy was just upset.

He hated this. All these feelings. Feeling was so damn difficulty, so aching and annoying and agitating. God, why did he have to feel? It was like pins and needles but in his heart, making him antsy and crazy. It was the only reason Neville was still even thinking of trying to talk to Zabini. Because he couldn’t handle the feeling, and if he talked to the Slytherin, maybe the feeling would finally fucking stop. He needed it to stop.

“Hey, snookums.”

Neville’s step faltered, his heart slamming in his chest like a brick. He’d been walking down the Slytherin corridors straight from breakfast, hoping he might catch sight of Zabini before the boy went off to Hogsmeade. The voice behind him was not Blaise’s, wasn’t anyone that belonged there. “M-Mason?” Neville whispered, not turning, his eyes squeezed shut as he stood stock still in the hallway.

“Pretty baby. Look at you, so silly in these clothes. And your hair…” A large hand grabbed Neville ash-blond locks, pulling painfully tight as the man stepped up beside him. “Who cut your hair, ickle Nevvy? You look like some ugly boy.”

Neville’s shoulders slumped, something innate inside of him going limp and lax in the painful hold. His cousin pulled his hair harder until he was on tiptoes, the man’s low voice pitched in a sickening sing-song tone, as if Neville were some retarded pet that needed to be talked to slowly and sweetly.

“Did you forget, Nevvy? Did you forget it was time to take you medicine?” Mason asked, wrenching the boy’s hair until Neville finally responded, the blond whimpering in pain. “I made the potion especially for you. Made it pink, even added sugar just the way you like it. Pretty girls like you like sweet things, right, baby Nevvy?”

“Go away,” Neville gasped out, finding his voice and breath at the same time, his chest heaving in fast, frantic beats. “Please, go away.”

Chuckling, Mason kept his grip on Neville’s hair, leaning down until his lips were pressed to the boy’s ear. “I think you missed me. Every good girl misses her boyfriend, and you, pretty baby, are a very good girl. It’s visiting day, Nevvy. We have the whole day to play together.”

“N-No,” Neville whispered, ice already creeping in to his veins, his body tingling numbly in anticipation.

“No? Oh, you know what that means, snookums.” Mason stepped away, pulling Neville by his hair down the corridor, the small boy gasping as he forced his legs to keep up in the painful hold. “You know what ‘no’ means, Nevvy.”

Neville grabbed onto the doorframe, not even feeling it, his fingers numb as he scrabbled uselessly to keep from being pushed into the room Mason had open. Clucking, the man used the heel of his palm to smack the boy on the back, Neville stumbling forward and falling to the ground as the door slammed behind him.

Stepping over to a desk, Mason unzipped his bag, unpacking vials of potions one at a time, humming to himself as he arranged them. Neville stayed on the floor, eyes unseeing as he felt the numbness begin to settle heavier in his body. He called it, praying for the cottony feeling, the one that let him forget, let him not feel. Feeling… It had never done anything for him. Never.

A large hand grabbed his chin, a vial of sickly sweet potion pushed against his lips. “Drink, little baby. So you stay sweet and pretty. You want to be pretty, right Nevvy? All girls want to be pretty.”

Neville did not want to be pretty. He let his head be tilted back, drinking down the potion because if he didn’t Mason would make sure it hurt more than it was going to already. He could feel the familiar effects, the room spinning soon after, his eyesight growing dim around the edges. Oh, he might black out this time…

It was better when he blacked out.

“Pink is such a good color on you,” Mason murmured, rubbing his face against Neville’s while the boy sobbed quietly. “Makes you look so pretty…” He ran the tool over the boy’s pale skin again, drawing another pained hiss and streak of tears from the gasping boy. “You look so pretty with all my marks on you.”

“H-Hurts… hurts so much…” Neville whined, trying to jerk away from each touch of the magical instrument that left lines and blotches of red flesh behind. The wig Mason had made him wear was itchy, the long strawberry colored locks of luscious curls agony as they brushed over his wounded skin.

“I know, baby. It’s supposed to hurt.” With his other hand the man pinched the nipple clamp already too tight on the boy’s left bud, Neville choking as he sobbed in pain. “That’s it… Scream for me, Nevvy. Good girls scream. They scream really loud for it to stop, then they spread their legs nice and wide.”

“No,” Neville hissed out, his body shaking in sweat and pain as another long line of red blossomed on his torso from the tool in Mason’s hand. “I’m not… a girl—Fuck!” He howled, the tip digging into his flesh, his skin singeing as Mason pressed deep in retaliation.

“Baby, don’t make me angry.” He pulled the boy tighter into his lap, Neville’s legs looking longer and more slender under the ruffles of the pink and white dress he was half in. “We’re playing so nice. Don’t make me have to punish you for being bad.”

Neville shook his head frantically, gasping around tears. “I didn’t… didn’t mean it…”

Mason ignored him, forcing Neville’s skirt up higher, hand reaching between the boy’s legs and wrapping painfully tight around his balls. “Good girls don’t talk back… And they sure don’t need this, do they, baby?” He squeezed tighter, Neville whimpering loudly. “Don’t remind me just how easy it would be to make sure you’re really a good girl. I know someone that could cut it off and put a nice hole there.” He smirked, kissing the boy’s cheek. “Just think, Nevvy. One more hole could let you fit one more big dick inside. We could even get the scissors now, just to see.”

“Please… I don’t…” Neville gasped, another line of pain slashing across the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Mason was already tearing at his trousers, the zipper loud in the air as the man shifted beneath him. Neville was almost relieved to feel the man’s hard dick pressing against his bare ass, knowing Mason would never risk hurting himself, all instruments and blades set aside whenever his cousin was actually fucking him. It didn’t do anything for the painful clamps attached to his body and too tight rope wrapped around his dick, but when the man finally pushed into him, unstretched and unlubed because good girls didn’t need any of that, things always got blessfully dark and Neville didn’t have to wonder if he’d wake up missing body parts.

“Fuck, baby… Fuck, you sweet, pretty baby… Cry louder… That’s it…”

Gasping, tears streaming, Neville gladly embraced the darkness when it came, giving in to the void.

“I’m telling you, I fucking saw it firsthand. Malfoy kissed Potter. On the mouth. Fucking tongue and everything.”

“Bullshit. You are so full of shit, jackass.”

“I’m serious! And Potter was totally into it. Didn’t slug the git or anything.”

“They were joking—There’s no way Potter is a poof. He might be a dark wizard, but not a poof.”

“What, but you totally believe Malfoy could be?”

“Pshh, yeah. The kid totally takes it up the ass. Have you seen how he dresses? His fucking hair?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow as a group of fifth years went sailing by, snickers raising up, cheeks flushed red from their long walk in the cold. He took another drag of his cigarette, wondering why the fuck Malfoy would have ever outed himself with Potter when his parents were known Death Eaters. He must have some fucking death wish.

It was just starting to get dark, the sun turning the sky a deep red around him. He had stayed behind, not really interested in going out and fucking around the town. He had secretly hoped to run into Neville, the Gryffindor banned for the weekend when Snape once again became the victim of the small blond’s bumblingness. He had checked out a few spots he’d seen Neville hang around, even going so far as to try the library, but the boy hadn’t been there. Annoying as fuck, seeing as Blaise never had a chance to be alone with the boy as it was, Potter always around the fucking corner and Neville quick to drool over him. Whatever. Fuck his life for even thinking of it.

He was halfway to another brooding mood that was about to spiral into a drink session in the dungeons when Blaise caught a familiar scent. He looked up, eyes narrowing into the wind, cigarette hanging limply between his limps. It smelled like the bunny, but it wasn’t, just some teacher out for a stroll. Huffing, Blaise threw what was left of his smoke on the ground, crushing it beneath his heel while staring moodily at the ground. Fuck, he was being an idiot. Neville was completely caught up in Potter and he really needed to get the fuck over it already.

“Zabini, right? Shit, you people grow huge.”

Blaise stilled at the unfamiliar voice, Neville’s scent again trickling on the air. Sex… It was Neville’s sex scent. “You people?” He repeated slowly, eyes caught on pale fingers as the man pulled a cigar from his breast pocket and lit it with a lighter. A lighter because the wizard couldn’t handle a fucking fire spell.

“What, is that not the politically correct turn of phrase these days? Fucking kids—They have you going to school with mudbloods and I’m the asshole for pointing out the fact that the one black kid in the entire castle is a fucking mountain?” Mason shrugged unconcernedly, his eyes flat as Blaise gave a low growl. “Violent too, so I hear. Better watch yourself, kid. I doubt Dumbledore will put up with a savage even if he does love his disgusting mudbloods.”

Blaise was on Mason before either of them fully realized it, the man’s head cracking hard against the side of the stone wall as he was slammed back. Crushing his windpipe one handed, Blaise snarled inches from the brunette’s face, his rage only growing the more he smelled Neville on the twisted man’s flesh and clothes.

Fingers scrabbled uselessly at his hand, Blaise blinking in confusion as he found the man before him turning purple. What would Dumbledore do to him if he killed Mason Pennyworth? What would Azkaban do to him? Exhaling loudly, Blaise dropped the man, Mason falling to the ground in a heap while grasping at his throat for breath. On the wall was a stain of blood, black in the growing dusk.

Fuck… Fuck. Blaise turned back, his anger still boiling, body tight with rage. He pulled the man up by his shoulder, holding him upright while Mason struggled to stand. He might have a concussion. Blaise stared into the man’s dazed eyes, trying to figure out if he had just broken the fucker. It didn’t matter. None of it fucking mattered.

“Pennyworth, if you ever come back to this castle again, I’m going to fucking kill you,” Blaise snarled, snapping his fingers to make sure the man was paying attention. Mason gave a pained groaned, eyes still unfocused. Fuck.

There was no way the man had the power to apparate. Blaise tore at Mason’s coat, searching his pockets until finding the odd item out that had to be a portkey. The other items, soaked in Neville’s fear and sex scent, made Blaise’s stomach turn. Growling, he threw the man to the ground, handing him the rusted tin of catfood. “Get the fuck out of here, Pennyworth. Don’t ever fucking come back.”

Something must have gotten through, pained expression and all, because after a moment of gasping, inarticulate words, Mason twisted out of existence, swept away by the portkey.

Fuck. Blaise stared at where the man had been, blood pooling on the ground beneath him. Head wounds bled a lot; it didn’t necessarily mean shit. And fuck, you couldn’t pull a fucking memory off a corpse, so if Mason did end up dead, it would be really fucking hard to link it to him.

Fuck.

He spelled the blood clean, pocketing his wand after. Fingers trembling, Blaise lit up another cigarette, his mind strangely blank.

What the fuck was Mason Pennyworth doing at Hogwarts? Besides being a racist bigot. Besides reeking of Neville. Sex… He smelled like Neville’s sex.

Where the fuck was Neville?

A growl rumbling through him, Blaise threw his half finished cigarette on the ground, slamming into the castle, his nostrils flaring for traces of Mason’s trail. The deeper he went into the dungeons, the more his stomach twisted in anxiety. There were so many rooms down there, so many fucked up rooms that most proper people didn’t know about but held so much dark shit. The bunny didn’t belong down there, not in the cold, not in the dark.

Blaise stopped short, Mason’s scent ending at a door, Neville’s scent present on the doorframe. He tried the handle but it wouldn’t open. It was one of Snape’s doors, the man having warded certain rooms to keep students out at all costs. How Mason had gotten in was beyond him.

Pressing his ear up to the door, he listened, his wolf senses growing to adapt. Scent was flooding in from beneath the door, strong and definitely Neville’s. He could hear breathing faintly, a wheeze that set his teeth on edge. “Longbottom?” He called, slamming his fist against the door loudly, then pressing his ear to listen. Nothing. No change, no reaction.

The boy was in there. Possibly hurt. Possibly just looking to be alone. Stepping foot to foot in indecision, Blaise eventually slammed on the door again. “Longbottom, just tell me if you’re alright. I’ll fuck off if you want, just fucking let me know you’re not… fuck… Just say something, bunny.”

Still there was no answer, Blaise holding his breath as he listened. Fuck. God fucking damn it. There was only one man that could open the fucking door and Neville would never ever fucking talk to him again if he got him.

Whirling, growl rumbling unrestrained through the air, Blaise sought out his head of house.

Blaise had been very vague as to why he was certain there was someone trapped in one of Snape’s rooms when talking to the Potions Master. The dark eyed man had seemed far more interested in the fact that it was very likely Neville Longbottom, the man’s scowl seemingly ingrained on his face as he pushed himself from his quiet meal alone in his room to follow Blaise.

“Is there a particular reason you are hovering, Mr. Zabini?” Snape drawled as he pulled out his wand and began to spell the door open.

Blaise kept his mouth shut, only to find Snape had stopped, his head of house turning fully from the door to stare at him. “He’s hurt,” Blaise finally grunted out. “Please, Sir, just get him out of there.”

“I should be asking who hurt him and sending you off to the Headmaster,” Snape grumbled, turning back and opening the door with a flourish. “As it is, I’ll be asking Mr. Longbottom just how he got into this room in…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he caught sight of Neville on the floor.

Gaze following, Blaise surged through the door, unable to stop from growling as he took in Neville’s form. He was laid out like some life-sized doll, hands folded beneath the side of his face in a mockery of sleep. Dressed in a ruffled pink dress and wig of curls, the slender boy’s bruised face was dusted with makeup.

Snape shut the door firmly behind him, stepping into the room, his eyes skimming over Neville, then moving to a desk where three vials lay empty. He crossed the space, eying each glass container in turn before cautiously sniffing one.

“Mr. Zabini, I want a name, and I want it now,” he demanded, holding the vial up.

Glancing towards the man and his piercing black stare, Blaise didn’t answer.

“He has been drugged. If the potions are what I think they are, it’s been going on for a while,” Snape continued, his glower growing. “I need to know if I’m to help him.”

“Can you… Does he need help?” Blaise asked, his gaze straying down. Neville looked so peaceful, face smooth of any pain or fear even though the room was full of both scents. Eyes moving, Blaise stooped, pulling the wig from the boy’s head, hissing as purple and red welts were revealed beneath the long locks. “Fuck, Neville, what the fuck did he do to you?”

“The name, Mr. Zabini.” Snape crouched down beside him, long fingers turning Neville’s face to reveal a large bruise on the hidden side. “I’ll need to get Pomfrey. As it is, there is little to be done to reverse the potions, only treat the symptoms after—and that’s only if the potions were made correctly. I must know who did this.” He forced Blaise to meet his eye. “Mr. Longbottom is facing permanent brain damage, stunted growth, possibly episodic violent mood swings and blackouts. These are serious charges and I need the name of the culprit.”

His heart racing at the list of symptoms, Blaise couldn’t help but think of the Pennyworth brothers. Had Mason done that to them? Had the man broken his own siblings, and then done the same to Neville? Why? Neville… Neville had never done a bad thing to anyone. The little bunny was the damn sweetest boy Blaise had ever known, and that was while being tortured by some sick fuck.

“Pennyworth,” Blaise finally said, raising his head. “Mason Pennyworth, his cousin.” He’d probably hate him for telling. Neville would probably hate him forever for telling his secret and to Snape of all people. But he had to. If it helped the boy, Blaise would do just about anything, no matter how much it was bound to hurt.

Nodding at the name, Snape stood, spelling up a stretcher. “Believe it or not, that might actually be good news. He was a star pupil. Troubled, but skilled. If his potion work is still at that level, Longbottom’s chances are much higher. I’ll have Dumbledore send someone out to check the grounds. The authorities may have to be called in.”

Blaise bit his lip, not saying a word. Mason was gone, wounded, possibly beyond repair. “Sir… Can we change him first? Please. He… He wouldn’t want to be seen like this.”

He almost thought Snape might refuse, knowing how much the man clashed with Longbottom in the classroom. But Snape just bowed his head, pulling the black robe off his back and covering the boy with it carefully on the floating stretcher. “Off with you, Zabini. I don’t want any rumors about this. These sorts of—”

“I’m going with,” Blaise said stubbornly, meeting his head of house’s piercing gaze again. “I’m not leaving him alone like this, so don’t bother asking.” He stepped ahead, getting the door before Snape could refuse. He wasn’t going to leave Neville. He was going to find out everything that had happened to the boy and make sure it never happened again.

Neville wasn’t really sure why he was in the hospital wing. He did know it meant Madame Pomfrey would be fussing over him for a bit, and seeing as he had very few people he let mother him, he didn’t mind that so much.

He wrinkled his nose, a familiar chalky scent tickling at his nostrils. He swiped at his face, groaning when he found a streak of flesh colored powder and pink lipstick on his hand. “Crap,” he mumbled, hissing as he scrubbed at his bruised flesh in the hopes of removing the makeup before anyone saw. Only to yelp, his hand pulled away abruptly, violet jewel eyes glaring down at him. “Z-Zabini?”

“I got you a wet cloth. Pomfrey says any kind of spell can mess up your recovery,” Blaise said abruptly, handing the confused boy a facecloth. He continued to hover over Neville’s hospital bed, staring down at the boy intently.

Lashes downcast, Neville carefully washed his face while trying to remember what had happened and why Blaise would be there. He had wanted to see Zabini, had wanted to apologize for being, well, weird and have the boy not be so angry. Even now Blaise seemed very angry at him. But Neville was washing makeup off his face and there was only ever one reason for that.

Neville peeked around the room, sitting up slowly, his body aching slightly, everything feeling kind of dizzy. He forced himself to sit up, needing to make sure Mason wasn’t there, wasn’t talking to Pomfrey or a teacher and saying how Neville should come live with him. His cousins visits were bad enough—Living with the man would be monstrous.

He couldn’t see past Blaise, the muscular boy far from transparent as Neville swayed and tried to look around him. He was feeling really dizzy, the room spinning and Neville falling sideways and nearly falling back to the bed. “Oh…”

“Stop wiggling, bunny. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Blaise insisted, steadying the boy by his shoulder. His hand was very hot on Neville’s skin, the thin hospital robes doing very little to cover him.

“Zabini, I just… I need to make sure he’s not here,” Neville whispered, his voice sounding strangely hoarse in his ears.

“No one’s here,” Blaise assured him, moving aside so Neville could see the room clearly. “And if that fucker ever comes back here, I’m going to make sure he bleeds out. I swear. I’ll fucking kill him.”

Neville blinked, focusing on the boy for the first time. Not only did Blaise look murderous, but there was something almost sad in his eyes. “What… What are you doing here?” Neville finally asked, feeling uncomfortable the longer Blaise stared at him.

Pursing his lips, Blaise took a step back, shrugging awkwardly as he looked around the room. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I found you in that room and I—”

Neville winced, covering his eyes with his hand. “Please tell me no one else saw.” Mason used to take pictures, which was so bad already. But if his classmates had seen him like that—in that stupid dress and horrible wig—god, he should just jump off the astronomy tower and get it over with.

“No one else,” Blaise said quickly, ducking his head. “No other kids, anyways. And no one is going to tell.”

Neville nodded dumbly, licking his dry lips. Was he supposed to say something to Zabini? Like, explain or some shit? He really didn’t want to do that. He really didn’t even want to fucking think about it, nevermind talk about it.

“Listen, uh, Longbottom… If you, um, want some sort of help…”

Neville wondered if pulling the blankets over his head would be in poor taste. He did it anyways, Blaise trailing off with a cough.

“I meant around school. With the jerks that pick on you,” Blaise added quietly, leaning down over the Neville shaped tent. “I guess what I’m saying is, whether you really want me to or not, I’m going to kick the crap out of anyone that bothers you… So, you should probably know that.”

It was very hot under the blankets, Neville’s breath heating up the small space quickly. He cautiously lifted the edge, his hair all static as he peeked out at Blaise. “What do you want, Zabini?”

“Nothing,” Blaise said gruffly, his gaze intent on Neville’s flushed face. “I’m just tired of seeing people beat on you. You don’t have to do anything, okay? I mean, if you want to like, I dunno, talk to me once in a while… Shit, whatever. You don’t have to do anything.” Why did Neville have to look so ridiculously adorable, his hair sticking up and cheeks red? It was very hard for Blaise to be as aloof as he had planned when the boy just kept being so cute.

“Did you want to… um… be my friend?” Neville asked, his voice a mix of hope and wariness as he pulled the blanket down to his shoulders.

Blaise had very little interest in being Neville’s friend without the word ‘boy’ firmly planted in front of it. But it was definitely a start in the right direction and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip. “Yeah,” he finally said, realizing he was standing there not talking again. “Okay.”

“Oh.” biting his lower lip, Neville gave a distracted nod while pushing his bangs back over his forehead. “Okay.” Neville really didn’t have any friends, and he wasn’t really sure what it meant to be friends with someone, a Slytherin at that. “Um, you know I’m like, a total klutz, right? And I can’t do shit for magic, and, well, yeah, I get my ass kicked like every day… You really probably don’t want someone like me for a friend…” He trailed off, Blaise’s sudden growl making him uncomfortable. “Or maybe you do?”

“I want to be your friend, bunny. For real,” Blaise said, leaning over the bed and looking earnest, if not extremely intense. “See, I have this bad habit of hitting people when I get angry, and I’m really, well, mean at times and everyone is scared of me. But I bet if I had a friend like you, people would see that I wasn’t such a bad guy, right?”

Blinking, Neville nodded slowly. “I guess. I… I don’t think you’re very mean, Zabini. You’re, well, really strong, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do anything really bad.”

Blaise shrugged, not willing to speak a list of all the ways he was a total asshole at times. He wanted Neville to like him, not run for the hills. And he knew when it came to the bunny, he would never, ever be anything but as nice as possible. “So it’s settled, then? Friends?”

Neville gave another nod, smiling haphazardly.

Blaise was wondering if he could possibly convince Neville into thinking it was totally okay for friends to kiss when Snape suddenly walked into the room, something frothing blue smoke in his hand. Neville immediately blanched, reaching for his blanket as if he was going to hide underneath it again. Blaise grabbed the edge, giving the boy an encouraging smile that he had a feeling must have been too scary looking. Still, Neville remained in view even as he stared warily at the approaching professor.

“Mr. Longbottom, I need you to drink this,” Snape said sharply, holding the bubbling vial out.

Staring at the blue potion that smelled rather awful, Neville let his gaze rise to Snape’s. “What is it?” Mason might have been able to force him to drink a million terrible potions but as long as Professor Snape worked for Dumbledore, Neville was pretty sure the man couldn’t hurt him in the same way.

“It is a treatment to help counteract what you were dosed with earlier today,” Snape said flatly, his eyes glancing over to where Blaise was standing. “It is imperative that you take it as soon as possible.”

“What… what did he, uh…?” Neville couldn’t quite get the words out, feeling very small all of a sudden. He tried not to think about Mason, tried not to wonder just what all those potions were doing to him. They made him numb, well, one of them did. The other ones he didn’t know what they did, just that Mason made him drink them, and got angry if he tried to spit it out.

“Mr. Longbottom, you have been subjected to a form of the ‘eternal youth’ potion.” Snape pushed the vial into Neville’s hand, the blond automatically grasping it. “It is not a potion well known, the side effects deemed not worth the risk of the small gains. Someone has been working very hard to keep you young, and given the time in your development, it could have permanent mental and physical consequences. This potion is to help with that, but I’m afraid there is little to be done for the ones you have consumed in the past. Do you remember when you were first given the potion?”

Neville was having a really hard time following what Professor Snape was saying. “Are you… Am I not going to grow any more?”

By Snape’s expression, the man didn’t know. “It’s a rare potion, Mr. Longbottom, and I have never heard of it being used in such a way. All we can do is try and counteract what we can and possibly see if other measures must be taken in the future. Drink the potion… Please.”

It was the please that did it, Neville so shocked to hear such a word come out of his professor’s mouth he had to wonder if he was dreaming. He drank the potions down, shuddering in disgust from the flavor. It was almost a relief—Potions weren’t supposed to taste good. They were dangerous and sometimes deadly and they should never taste like candy.

“How do you feel?” Blaise asked, watching Neville’s face closely as Snape took the empty vial back. Neville looked kind of sick, his face paling, eyes squeezed shut tight.

“Oh no…” Neville whimpered, pretty sure he was going to throw up. He fought the feeling as long as he could, waves of heat and cold moving through him in sickening lurches. “Crap, crap, I think…”

Neville didn’t throw up. Instead he started to shrink, his body folding in on itself until he was a huddled mound under the blankets.

Hissing in surprise, Snape reached across the bed, pulling the blankets away with a snap to reveal a dusty colored coyote. “Animagus! The boy is a damn animagus and I just—Blast! I need Pomfrey, now.”

Blaise grabbed his professor’s arm, his eyes wide. “Sir, you can’t tell. He’ll get in trouble.”

“Mr. Zabini, I may have just poisoned him! Get your priorities…” They both winced, turning when Neville’s coyote form began hacking up the blue potion all over the bedding. Snape’s expression growing more dour by the moment as his very well-made remedy was regurgitated, he eventually gave a great sigh. “Is there a particular reason you are not surprised to see Mr. Longbottom turn into a coyote?” He asked his student pointedly.

“I may have known,” Blaise muttered.

“Is this how you also happened to know he was in a sealed room?” The man pressed when Blaise refused to meet his eye.

“Maybe.”

“For the love of—You know how serious an offense this is, Mr. Zabini. You have a sordid family history of shape-shifters going wrong because of taking shortcuts.”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “My father taught me. My parents know, and that’s all that matters.”

“And Mr. Longbottom’s? Did you lead him down such a rocky road as well when—”

“I have nothing to do with Longbottom. Didn’t even know he was one too until a little while ago.” That Neville didn’t turn into a bunny was still a shock to Blaise as it was. “Please, Sir. He has enough problems as it is. Could you just, like, pretend you didn’t see any of this?”

Stilling, his long fingers tapping on his leg, Snape gave the two boys a calculating look. “We will speak of this when he is well.”

Blaise scowled, knowing what that meant. He wasn’t sure what the hell Snape would want, but the man did not keep secrets or do much of anything, for that matter, for free. “Fine,” he grunted out.

If it kept Neville from getting into anymore trouble or having to deal with the humiliation of the entire world knowing what Mason had done to the boy, Blaise would do it. Hopefully the slender blond would be grateful for it… Once he stopped throwing up.