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Austin Quill pulled back on the control sticks, twisting them. Thirty metric tons of steel contorted itself into a defensive position. The forearms of the Zevgari, the ten-metre mechanised warmachine Quill was piloting, rushed to block the rapidly approaching tendril. The ablative armour flaked away as the blow pushed the whole Zev backwards. Its heels tore up the asphalt below. It’s shoulder brushed against the concrete high-rise next to them. But the delicate sensor suite housed in the Zev’s head was safe.

Quill felt something soft and round push against his pelvis. Hoshiko Darling’s ass. She let out a soft wimper as her body vibrated against his. Darling was Quill’s co-pilot. She was the biological Conduit that interfaced with the Zevgari’s mechanical synapses. She was what allowed thirty tonnes of metal to move faster than thirty tonnes of metal had any right to move.

Synchronisation at sixty per cent.

It was dropping.

They needed to get their synchronisation rating up if they were going to defeat the Exochora in front of them. Quill pushed forward against Darling’s body, her curves covered only by a thin, full-body, and semi-translucent syncsuit. He could feel himself getting hard as her soft hips slammed against him. This was the awkward part of being an Anchor; the closeness required for synchronisation was extremely intimate. It certainly didn’t help that Hoshiko and Austin had grown up together. But that was before the whole world had gone to hell.

Synchronisation at sixty-five per cent.

Good.

Quill wrapped his Zev’s left hand around the tendril that was embedded in the Zev’s right forearm and pulled the quadrepedal giant towards them.

“Full power to the arming sword now!” Quill shouted as the mass of the Exochora charged toward them.

“Arming sword powered!” Darling responded through gritted teeth. She was holding back noises she didn’t want to be heard.

Quill pulled the tendril down towards the road below, freeing it from his right arm and toppling the Exochora. He reached down for the arming sword at the Zev’s hip and, with one smooth arc, sliced through its neck. Blue and purple blood spurted from the stump.

“Chariot-class Exochora eliminated,” Quill reported over the squad’s radio. The only response was static.

“Comms are down,” Darling confirmed, her body still wiggling against him.

“They must have a Disruptor-class in the area. Scrub through the frequencies. We might get lucky and find one that they aren’t actively jamming.” Quill knew the chances of that were slim, but they had to try.

Darling brushed her long hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She reached down to the communication instruments below her and turned the dial slowly. In this position, her sizable breasts were pushed against the floor of the cockpit. Quill tried to look away from her form and failed spectacularly. Her syncsuit left little to the imagination; it hugged her body, tightly adhering to her curves and crevices. He could smell the cherry blossom perfume on her, and it was getting harder and harder to stay professional.

Due to the quirks of the integrated alien technology, the Zevgari had to be piloted by two—a Conduit who interfaced with the Zevgari’s systems and an Anchor who focused on controlling them. The Conduit allowed the Zevgari to move. The Anchor actually moved it. However, such an arrangement required the two pilots to be close, both physically and emotionally. This bond translated directly to the Zev’s sync rate. The higher the rate, the more speed and power the mech could muster.

But Quill thought the engineers of the Zevgari had just seen one too many pornos.

“Got something,” Darling’s voice broke through Quill’s leering. “A distress signal.”

“Patch it through.”

“This is Grendel-One, we are disabled and are getting torn to ribbons by Gremlin-class Exochora. Do not rescue. I repeat, do not rescue. Two Chariot-class Exos are headed straight for Zues-Actual. Anyone receiving this, retreat and protect HQ.”

“Sounds like Griffon and Shirley are done for…” Quill sighed.

“What should we do Aust? We need to save them.”

“No time. We’re falling back to HQ.”

“But then they’ll—”

“We are falling back Hoshiko.”

“Ok…” Darling said with resignation.

Quill flicked a red switch on the overhead panel. The thrusters on the Zevgari’s back burst to life, sending them soaring twenty metres up. Darling navigated, calling out directions as Quill dodged and weaved through the battle-torn concrete jungle.

Quill sheathed their sword and retrieved the mass rapid fire rifle, the MRFR, from their back. He fired at Gremlin-class Exochoras swarming below them. The three-metre beasts exploded apart as the man-sized ordinance blew craters into the pavement.

Synchronisation at fifty-eight per cent.

Hoshiko was losing focus. Quill could feel the controls getting sluggish. Anything below fifty-five was considered the danger zone; at that point the Zev handled like it was in a pool of mollasis. It was likely to get you both killed. Below fifty per cent and you were effectively immobile. Then Gremlin-classes would start to peel away the layers of armour of the Zev looking for the gooey centre: the pilots. It was not a pretty way to go.

“What’s wrong Hoshiko?”

“We really should have saved them.”

“Griffon gave us orders to retreat. We don’t have the luxury of choice here.” Quill fired off a few more rounds. Chunks of Exochoras sprayed into the air.

“It’s not right. They’re our friends.”

Synchronisation at fifty-six per cent.

“I know, I know. But we need your head in the game, or we’re next.”

The sync rate was still dropping. Quill had to perform a sync boost maneuver. He was not looking forward to the fallout.

“Sorry about this…”

Quill took his right hand off the control stick and placed it gingerly on Darling’s hip. There was only one sure-fire way to rapidly increase sync rate. This was it. He ran his hand up Darling’s side, up her sternum and cupped her bountiful breast in his hand. The softness of it was unlike anything Quill had felt before. He could feel her nipple harden under his palm. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn he was touching Hoshiko’s bare skin; the syncsuit was that thin.

“Aust… what are you? Oh…” Darling’s breath was ragged. The sync rate started to climb.

Darling back pressed against Quill as he continued to grope. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her long black hair covering his shoulder like a cape. Being a Conduit had the unfortunate side effect of enhancing physical sensation whilst in a Zev, especially physical sensation from the Anchor. The fortunate side effect to all this was that physical arousal directly correlated to an increase in sync rate.

Synchronisation at sixty-six per cent.

“Aust. I think that’s high enough.” The words came out almost as moans.

“Right,” Quill’s hand lingered a moment before retracting. He quickly grabbed the right control stick. They were approaching Zeus-Actual’s location.

The HQ’s perimeter was lined with tanks, foot soldiers, and automatic drone weaponry. All of them firing to repel the swarms of Gremlin-class that threatened to wash over them like a wave. Quill did what he could to lighten their burden by strafing the Exochora line.

Modern weaponry could hold their own against the smaller Exochoras… for the most part. It was the larger ones that they struggled with. They didn’t have the concentrated firepower required to take down something like a Chariot-class. Three of which were lumbering amongst the swarm below.

“Targets locked.” Darling had anticipated what Quill was about to do.

“Firing everything we got!” Quill flicked open the glass casing on his control sticks and pressed his thumbs against the round red buttons they housed. Six hatches, three on each of the Zev’s shoulders, opened. Six Damocles missiles rushed out, white streaks of smoke left in their wake. A few seconds later, the three Chariot-class Exos were engulfed in balls of fire.

“All three targets eliminated,” Darling confirmed, “good shooting Aust—”

They shook violently. Red lights and alarms overwhelmed the cockpit. They’d been hit right on the back thrusters that were keeping them in the sky.

They plummeted into the swarm below; within seconds they were covered in the writhing mass of Gremlins.

The cockpit went black.

“You’re dead.” A voice over the radio announced.

The lights turned on, blinding Quill and Darling with their sudden intensity.

“Capital ‘D’ Dead,” The voice continued, “You pulled off some fancy moves. But, in all my years as an instructor, I have never seen such blatant disregard for staying-the-fuck-down.”

The simulator screen displayed bold text:

CAUSE OF DEATH: ARCHER-CLASS FIRE

The door to the simulator pod opened with a hiss. Quill and Darling saw their rugged yet portly instructor fill the frame of the doorway. Instructor Joe Hemming. He was all muscle and fat and male-patterned baldness.

“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get your asses out of the pod and form up with the rest of the casualties.”

“Yes sir!” Both of them replied in unison.

Quill was the first one out the door. He saw the rest of his squad, all standing in the ‘KIA’ box delineated by red markings on the training hall’s floor. Griffon Gates and Shirley Cook included. It had been a complete wipe. Gates looked defeated, his usual boy-scout charm sullen by the defeat. Cook, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be phased at all. She had even winked over to Quill. Blue eyes behind long eyelashes atop a cheeky smirk. According to Darling, Shirley was “down-bad” for Quill. But Quill didn’t return the affection. Sure, her body was nice, and her blonde hair was always immaculate, but she was not Quill’s type.

Darling followed behind Quill and let out a loud squeak as the crack of Instructor Hemming’s hand against her ass rang out. It almost made Darling topple over. Hemming was this handsy with all the female cadets, but he always hid it with a thick veneer of sportsmanship and praise.

“Good work getting your sync rate up in there Darling. It is those kinds of displays that we like to see.” Hemming spoke towards Darling’s breasts. If he wasn’t such a good instructor, he would have been dismissed for improper conduct years ago. But over a decade after invasion day? The Remnant Council couldn’t afford to be picky. Zevgari pilots were rare. Zevgari veterans were almost non-existent.

“Thank you, sir,” Darling replied quietly.

“Are you ok?” Quill asked her when out of earshot of the instructor. He knew that in her mind, Darling was castrating the fucker.

“Yes. But don’t think I forgot what you did in there,” Ice-cold knives shot from Darling’s eyes to Quill’s. “We will be having a chat about how necessary it was to feel me up during a simulation.”

Quill opened his mouth to defend himself but then closed it wordlessly. Anything he said now would only add to Darling’s coming wrath. He stayed silent for the remainder of the training exercise.

The crowd roared as flames whipped around Rhexa. The sands beneath her feet fused to glass wherever she stepped, cracking and popping under her heavy boots. She drove her sword forward and poured her Aspect straight into the steel. The blade erupted. Orange fire licked up the fuller and spilled off the crossguard in fat, rolling waves.

Rhexa slammed her weapon against the opposing Muse’s round shield. She blasted heat outward, turning her own sweat to instant steam. The other fighter, a tall, lean woman channelling a Wind Aspect, braced both legs wide and shoved the shield forward with her full weight. Rhexa dug her heels into the glassed sand and pushed back. The contact point between sword and shield burned hot white.

The Wind Muse swept her spear low. Rhexa vaulted the shaft. Her massive breasts crushed against the tiny hammered-metal cups of her brassiere, soft flesh bulging over the rims and threatening to spill completely. She stretched her tall, thick frame to the absolute limit, barely held together by the sparse steel harness. She landed squarely, clenching her thighs, and the impact sent a hard jolt through the high-cut plated bikini bottom wedged tight over her wide hips. She whipped her head back and sent her crimson hair swinging in a heavy arc around her face. The long red locks blurred together with the actual fire she channelled into the blade until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

She fought like a living goddess, a sight to behold.

The Wind Muse lunged. She thrust the spear upward at Rhexa’s collarbone. Rhexa twisted her waist hard, dodging the point by an inch, and grabbed the long wooden shaft with her left hand. She yanked. The other woman stumbled forward, off-balance. Rhexa stepped immediately inside the guard and drove her knee over around the shield and straight into the woman’s gut.

The opponent moaned as the hit converted to pleasure. She buckled forward and dropped the spear. Rhexa stepped over the fallen weapon and slashed her burning sword against the shield. A massive shower of hot embers scattered across the sand. Rhexa looked like a roaring bonfire given legs and curves.

The Wind Muse recovered faster than she should have. She twisted, grabbed her fallen spear, and wrenched it sideways against Rhexa’s blade. She shoved the burning sword wide, out of line, and a violent concentrated blast of air exploded point-blank from the weapon’s tip and caught Rhexa square in the chest.

The shockwave launched Rhexa backward. She stumbled over the glassed sand. Her breasts bounced completely free of their tight metal cups as the brassiere’s clasp bent open under the force. They swung loose, nipples hard, fully exposed for every row in the stadium to see.

The Wind Muse pressed immediately. She unleashed a furious, unrelenting barrage. High thrust, then a sweeping cut aimed right at Rhexa’s exposed thighs. Rhexa blocked the first two blows, but her blade flared and died into dull grey steel. The fire guttered out.

She needed an anchor. She reached through the Kyric Seal stamped between her breasts, grasping for Lord Varos’s presence on the other end. She found a thin, wilting thread. Their connection lacked the deep bond her Aspect required. Her innate fire choked completely.

The Wind Muse slammed the blunt butt of her spear hard into Rhexa’s stomach.

Rhexa gasped. She absorbed the impact and felt the shock convert instantly into a hot rush of pure arousal straight between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together. She bent her knees and dug her boots into the sand to stay upright. The hit felt less like a blow and more like a rough hand grabbing her from the inside out.

She needed her Kyrios. Lord Varos sat somewhere up in the patron’s balcony, but his attention felt thin and scattered through the Seal, he was distant. He wasn’t watching the fight. He was counting what this loss would cost him. She could feel his distraction sitting cold and heavy in her chest where the Seal should have burned hot. Their Concord had been bleeding for months. Their contract felt hollow.

The Wind Muse stepped in close and spun the spear. A razor-thin blade of compressed air ripped straight through the torn straps hanging off Rhexa’s shoulders. The wind tore the brassiere clean off her body and flung the crumpled metal cups into the dirt.

The audience screamed. Thousands of people watched Rhexa stand stripped under the open sky, bare from the waist up and on the back foot.

Rhexa didn’t let her exhibition stop her. She stepped forward and swung. But without her Aspect feeding the steel, she swung a heavy useless chunk of iron. The Wind Muse blocked the slow strike with her shield, barely even shifting her feet, and shoved Rhexa backward.

Rhexa lost her footing. Another focused blast of air hit her directly between the legs. The crushing pressure snapped the metal clasps holding her plated bikini bottom together. The wind stripped the heavy armoured plate right off her hips; it hit the sand with a clunk.

She stood completely naked in the middle of the arena. Slick wetness trailed down the inside of her thighs. Every blow, every piece of torn armour, every second of degrading exposure fed the combat pleasure flooding her nervous system. She moaned loud enough for the front rows to hear.

The Wind Muse closed the distance. She thrust the tip of her spear into Rhexa’s right thigh. The pain gave way to overwhelming sexual ecstasy. She threw her head back and let out a wet, messy scream. Her grip failed. She dropped her sword into the sand.

The judge’s horn blew.

“Halt! Match stopped! Victory to House Calliros by official stoppage!”

The Wind Muse pulled her spear back and stepped away cleanly. Rhexa dropped to one knee. She pulsed with the distorted pleasure that kept Muses conscious through damage. She pressed her palm flat against the sand. Her whole body was weak. She couldn’t even look up at the balcony.

The herald’s voice boomed across the stadium.

“As declared by pre-match stakes, the defeated Muse will perform the concession rite as specified by House Calliros. Rhexa of House Varos... present yourself.”

The concession. She’d almost let herself forget. Lord Varos had wagered high to cover a debt, confident in a victory that never came. The terms had been specific. Publicly specific.

Rhexa forced herself to stand. She walked, naked, across the arena floor toward the Calliros balcony.

The opposing Kyrios descended the short stairway to the sand. A man in his forties, thick-necked, well-fed, wearing a deep blue cloak trimmed with silver thread. He smiled as Rhexa approached. He was already unlacing his robes.

“On your knees.”

Rhexa sank down. The sand was hot under her shins.

He pulled his cock free. Half-hard, already flushed with the excitement of watching his Muse tear the fight apart. He stepped forward until the tip pressed against her collarbone.

“Go on, then. Put those to work.”

Rhexa lifted her heavy breasts with both hands. She pressed them together around his shaft without a word. The crowd surged louder. She squeezed the soft, full weight of her tits around him and started to stroke, dragging them up and down in a slow, firm rhythm. His cock disappeared completely between the tight press of her cleavage.

She stared straight ahead at his belt buckle. She didn’t look up. She gave him nothing beyond the physical act demanded by the stakes. Her face stayed flat, controlled, even as her body still trembled with residual combat arousal that made every inch of her oversensitive.

“Harder.”

She tightened her grip and sped up. She spat down at his cock. The wet sound of him pumping was not the worst of it. It was his grunting. His fingers grasped her wild hair as his hips rolled upwards into her breasts.

She reached through the Seal one more time. She searched for Lord Varos. Some fragment of anger, of command, of acknowledgment that his Muse was on her knees being used in front of twenty thousand people because of his wager.

She found almost nothing. A faint, scattered haze. He was barely even watching. Whatever occupied his mind, it wasn’t her. It wasn’t the arena. It wasn’t the sight of his contracted Muse performing a public sex act as payment for his failed bet.

The Calliros Kyrios thrust his hips forward. He fucked the smooth channel between her breasts, picking up speed. Rhexa held herself steady. Her thick thighs held her steady.

“Fuck. Look at these things.” He reached down and took a handful of breast. “Best tits on the whole circuit, wasted on a dying house.”

The crowd laughed. Parts of it, anyway. Others just watched, hungry, leaning forward in their seats.

He came fast. He yanked her hair and pulled her face up just before he finished. The first thick rope of cum hit her across the bridge of her nose and right cheek. The second splattered over her lips and chin. He pumped the rest out onto her breasts, milking himself against her slick cleavage until her tits were streaked white.

He let go of her hair.

“Good girl. Tell your Kyrios he can have you back now.”

Rhexa stayed on her knees for a few seconds before walking away. Cum dripped off her body. It slid in thick lines down the curves of her breasts and collected in the hollow between them. She could taste salt on her lower lip. Twenty thousand people stared at her lewd state.

She stood up slowly. Her legs held. She turned and walked back across the arena floor toward the Varos tunnel without cleaning herself.

Lord Varos wasn’t waiting at the tunnel entrance. She saw his chair on the balcony, already empty.

She stopped just inside the shadow of the arch where the crowd couldn’t see. She leaned one shoulder against the rough stone wall, pressed her forehead against it, and closed her eyes. Her Seal felt dead.

That was the worst one yet.

Not the hardest fight. Not the most damaging. She’d taken worse hits, lost worse matches in her career. But she had never felt so completely alone in the middle of a bond. She’d knelt there with his seed on her face and reached for her Kyrios and touched nothing.

The absolute worst.

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High school reunions suck. That’s why Eugene was so surprised to find himself driving towards his. Five years seemed like both an eternity and just yesterday. It’s not like he cared for his former classmates. Eugene kept in touch with those he got along with and packaged the remainder away in a box in the back of his mind. So why then was he taking the three-hour drive back to his hometown to see these useless people?

There were two reasons. The first one was sitting in the passenger seat next to him: Faith, his red-haired, metal-loving, well-endowed girlfriend. Next to Eugene’s lanky frame and short dark hair, the two seemed like an odd couple, but they had started dating in their last year of high school and had been inseparable since. For some unfathomable reason, Faith thought their high school reunion would be “fun”.

The second reason was more puzzling than the first: Someone was paying them to attend. $1,000 had been transferred into Eugene’s bank account, and another $1,000 had been transferred into Faith’s. At first, they thought it was just a fortunate banking error in their favour. Like many people their age, the pair were strapped for cash and struggling from one paycheck to the next. Eugene was sceptical about the sudden influx of funds, but once they confirmed the payment was intentional, it was a much-needed relief. Eugene was able to pay off his credit card debt and even get a head start on next month’s bills.

It wasn’t long before Eugene received a message from their mysterious benefactor:

Dear Eugene,

I trust this letter finds you well—perhaps even a touch more comfortable than usual? I couldn’t help but notice the swift disappearance of my recent “gift.” But fear not, for that mere pittance was but a tantalising morsel, an appetiser before the feast to come.

Intrigued? You should be. For I offer you a chance at wealth beyond your wildest dreams, and all within a remarkably brief window of time. The key to this golden opportunity lies in an unexpected place: your upcoming high school reunion.

Yes, that gathering you’ve been dreading could be the stage for your financial rebirth. Attend, and you may find yourself departing as a man of considerable means. The choice, of course, is yours.

Remember, fortune favours the bold.

Game on,

Mr. N

The message was odd, and Eugene thought there was a non-zero chance that his kidneys would be harvested if he attended. If it weren’t for Faith being so adamant about attending, Eugene would have just left it there, $1000 richer, the easiest money he would ever make. Eugene held out hope that the whole thing was simply a recruitment ploy for some bizarre gameshow. Actually, that sounded worse to Eugene than his organs being harvested. Eugene hated the spotlight.

Faith rested her hand on Eugene’s leg and smiled at him. Her hair was messy, her glasses were almost falling off her face, and her sleeveless “Death Jesters” band shirt was loosely fitting. She was perfect.

“Thank you for coming with me.” Faith gently rubbed Eugene’s inner thigh. “I know you really didn’t want to.”

“Someone’s got to keep you out of trouble.” Eugene flashed a slight grin back at his girlfriend.

“Oh, you’re worried I will get into trouble, are you?” Faith’s hand wandered upwards.

“Always.” Eugene laughed. “Remember that time when you fell for that ‘three weeks’ island vacation’ photo contest?”

“Yesh.” Faith pouted. “I really wanted to win. It seems so easy! All I had to do—”

“Was submit a raunchy picture.” Eugene shook his head.

“It was tasteful. I kept my underwear on.” Faith rested her hand on Eugene’s crotch. “Besides, I remember you liking that picture. A lot.”

“Well-” Eugene felt himself harden under Faith’s hand. “Of course, I liked it. But now some random stranger online probably uses it for his spank bank.”

“It didn’t show my face.” Faith slowly unzipped Eugene’s pants, the rhythmical clank of the device deliberately being drawn out.

“That’s not the point.” Eugene sighed.

“Oh?” Faith slithered her hand into Eugene’s pants and rested on Eugene’s hardness, his boxer shorts the only thing separating her from his cock. “I think I found the point.” Faith bit her lower lip as she grasped Eugene’s manhood, wrapping the fabric of his underwear and her fingers around his length.

“That’s not the— fuck.” Eugene never could win an argument against Faith. “If we crash and die, it’s on you.” Fortunately, the road they were on was quiet. Not many people made the trip to Eugene’s hometown. It was in the middle of nowhere. Why would they?

“At least you’ll die satisfied.” Faith giggled.

“You’re the worst.”

“He doesn’t think so.” Faith managed to wrangle Eugene’s length out of its confinement. “So I guess it is two against one.” Faith began stroking. She enjoyed teasing Eugene in this way, distracting him when he was trying to concentrate.

“Guess, I’ve been overruled then,” Eugene admitted as he did his best to focus on driving, doing his best to ignore the sensations of Faith’s hand rocking up and down his length, ignoring her practised grip and firmness, ignoring the hunger she had in her eyes.

“Yup!” Faith’s pace increased. “You feel so tense, try to relax. This reunion is going to be great. Plus, the message mentioned money, we like money.”

“We do like money. Just—” Eugene held back a grunt of pleasure. “Just try not to get suckered into something.”

“Oh, you’d like to be ‘suckered’, wouldn’t you?” Faith licked her lips. “Not right now. But, if you at least try to enjoy yourself at the reunion, I’ll let you use my mouth all night long.”

“Fuck…” Eugene’s cock began to pulse under Faith’s deft handiwork.

“Oop. Not yet.” Faith removed her hand from Eugene, leaving his length alone and twitching. “Save it for tonight. We are almost there.”

“Ugh. Such injustice! I was almost there.” Eugene carefully tucked himself back in.

Eugene pulled his battered but trusty car up to the entrance of his old high school. The evening light did a lot to hide the building’s eroding architecture. The windows of the school were barred. The lights are off.

“Damn, they really let this place go to shit,” Eugene said as he stepped out of his car.

“They added bars to the windows?” Faith followed behind her boyfriend, holding on to his sleeve.

“Those are new? I could have sworn they were always there.” Eugene smirked.

“Oh. Ha ha. School is a prison.” Faith punched Eugene in the arm. “Get serious. This is spooky.”

“Quite spooky.” Eugene and Faith approached the double doors of the school’s entrance hall and pushed them open. “Hello? Anyone there?” Eugene called out into the unlit room.

“I don’t like this, hon.” Faith’s voice quivered slightly. “This is like some horror movie.”

“I thought you liked horror movies.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be in one!” Faith whispered at the top of her voice.

“They are probably just taking the piss.” Eugene entered the school, and Faith reluctantly followed.

“Do you smell that? Why does it smell so sweet in here?”

Eugene took a deep breath in, and then everything went black.

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From the black throne, Fade watched as brutes shoved the queen to her knees. Chains bit her wrists. Diamonds clung to the torn silk that exposed her supple breasts. Two hulking brutes, former Legion shock troopers, flanked her. They pushed the woman down to her knees in front of their new liberator and master: the Dread Sorcerer Fade. The captive girl looked up at Fade, her dark eyes seething behind her crimson locks. A smirk grew across Fade’s face. At last, he had the Adearathian Queen. Her insolent husband, Emperor Tarthis, had been a thorn in his side ever since Fade had come to this strange world. He liked this world. It was louder, richer, and more pliable than the last. In this world, Fade had more wealth and power than he could have imagined.

“Leave us,” he said. His eyes flared purple as the command took hold. The brutes hunched to clear the door, their lumbering forms ill-suited to the narrow stone halls of the sorcerer’s tower. Fade noted that his minions had done well to separate the Queen from her escorts. He made a mental note to reward them; a few servant girls each would do. Fade considered himself a kind and fair master. It didn’t matter that those under his service were compelled to listen to his every command. To Fade’s tremendous disappointment, his words didn’t bend human minds, not faen, not anything that could reason well enough. Even a brute’s intellect had to be blunted by magic before they’d obey. He didn’t let that limitation stop him from developing other ways to ply dissidents to his will.

“I’m honoured that you have accepted my invitation, Your Majesty.” Fade stood up from his throne and descended the smoothly hewed stone stairs towards his captive queen, “Would you prefer I call you Marra?”

The queen clenched her teeth. If looks could kill, hers would have blown a hole through Fade’s head.

“No, no, you’re right, that is a bit too familiar, we are not that close. No matter. In time, we are going to grow quite close, you and I.” Fade circled the queen, his eyes soaking in her figure. “You are quite the proper young woman, I’m sure the Emperor must be very smitten with you.” He chuckled wryly.

Silence.

“Nothing? Not even a whimper? I must be losing my touch.” Fade sighed as he rubbed the stubble on his face. He loved this part, the gloating, the superiority. Before he came to Adearath, he never could understand why villains would give such long-winded speeches. Turns out victory tastes better explained. “Well, young Marra, after your training, your kind-hearted Tarthis won’t be able to stand the sight of you.”

Marra kept quiet, rage still flickering in her eyes.

“Oh come now, don’t be like that.” He stroked a lock of her hair and bent to her ear. “First, I’ll take you on these steps. Then the brutes will pass your royal pussy around the barracks. Maybe the whole tower, if I’m generous. You may just end up fucking every single person in this tower. Then the real training will begin. Fade groped the queen’s exposed breasts. As expected of such a fine woman, they felt tender and inviting.

“You see, I have a friend, a sorcerer just like myself. He has the ability to alter people. I’m sure you have looked at yourself in the mirror and wished for changes. He’ll grant them. Bigger tits. A fatter ass.” Fade gave Marra’s behind a firm slap. Not a single sound escaped the proud queen’s lips. “He will make those wishes a reality. My voice might not be able to warp your mind, but his touch can warp your body.”

“While he’s at it, I’ll get her to add a few more changes, perhaps a fun new skin colour, cute horns to hold onto while men fuck your mouth. I personally think a tail would do wonders for your self-esteem. You will be my slutty little succubus.” Fade traced a pattern on Marra’s chest.

“Then, once your mind is broken, and you can’t help but obey me, I will turn you into a sorcerer. Just. Like. Me. I will make you stronger than you can imagine.” Fade licked the side of the queen’s face. “Then I will present what you have become to Emperor Tarthis. A defiled, corrupt, and cock-addicted slut.”

A crack of fear crossed Marra’s otherwise stalwart face.

“In fact, why should we let your poor husband wait to see your transformation?” Fade called in a floating orb of energy, which pointed toward Marra. “Let’s record this all for him to cry and jerk off to later.”

Fade dragged Marra to the base of the throne room’s stairs, her chains nosily clanging along the chamber’s floor. His hands greedily tore off her already damaged dress and pulled the queen’s hips up to his crotch. Fade unleashed his sizable manhood from his robe and slid it against the queen’s entrance. He parted Marra’s legs further apart as he positioned her on the stairs to take his whole length. Marra struggled against the chains that bound her—a futile and painful effort. With one hand, Fade gripped the long locks that fell from Marra’s head and pulled firmly as he inserted himself into the queen’s tight folds.

“So tight, Tarthis isn’t as big as me, it seems.” Fade taunted as he struggled to fit his full length inside of Marra. She let out a reserved grunt behind gritted teeth. Fade didn’t care too much for the comfort of the women he fucked. He only cared for the pleasure they provided him. He continued to pound away at his new toy, enjoying the clap his body made as it slammed against hers. The sound of his enthusiasm propagated outside the throne room. Fade slapped Her Majesty’s royal ass as he kept a firm hold on Marra’s hair. “Fucking you like this would be so much easier if you had horns.”

A grunt came from Marra, this one ever so slightly louder than the last. Her ass and breasts were not to Fade’s liking; they were much too slender, much too pure. He would be sure to have her shaped to sluttier specifications.

Foul, sorcerous magic had given Fade supernatural endurance. He used this endurance for his pleasure. Regular orgies with his hosts of captive women. They could last the entire day, often longer. Although the women he fucked didn’t have such energy. As they collapsed, new girls would be rotated in to replace the exhausted ones, who were then dragged out. Fade was just getting warmed up. Marra was about to endure a fucking like none she had ever experienced. This assault would last hours.

Marra’s back slumped against the stairs. She looked away as Fade pounded into her roughly. After a few minutes, she was huffing. After a whole hour, she went limp. Fade grew complacent about his position, not enjoying Marra’s pussy as much as he had an hour earlier. He flipped Marra over, his cock remaining buried inside of her. He flipped over Marra and continued with renewed interest. Her neck was exposed as he pulled back on her hair; her ass was easily slapped.

Fade made sure not to neglect any part of Marra’s body; he indulged in squeezing and exploring every inch of her royal curves. During the second hour, she began moaning. During the third hour, her body started to quiver. Exhaustion. Pleasure. She couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Fade lost track of time.

“Stop... please.” Marra finally spoke, she struggled to say them between her heaving breaths.

“Oh, she can speak.” Fade mocked, unrelenting in his motion. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll stop fucking you if you get down on your knees and use that lovely mouth of yours to suck my cock.”

Marra looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were blank, her body softly bouncing from his every thrust. She gave a weak nod.

Fade let out a sinister snicker as he stood up. He pulled the exhausted queen to her knees, “Well, go on then.” He slapped his length against Marra’s face. Her lips parted as she clumsily took Fade’s cock into her mouth. Her technique lacked both experience and enthusiasm.

“Come on, didn’t Tarthis teach you how to service a man properly? Put a bit more effort into it,” Fade yawned.

Marra picked up speed as she tried her best to make Fade cum. The sooner she made him cum, the sooner this ordeal would be over. She was relying entirely on her lips and tongue as her hands were still chained behind her back. No hands to help build the pleasure.

“This isn’t working...” Fade grabbed the back of Marra’s head and pushed her mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft. “You should have trained your slut better, Tarthis!” He yelled as he looked at the floating orb.

Marra struggled against his strength. Fade held her down there for what seemed to Marra like an eternity. Spots began to appear in her vision. She was finally allowed to breathe, an extended length of saliva bridging the gap between her mouth and Fade’s cock. She gasped as Fade’s cock parted from her lips. Fade was surprised that Marra was able to take all of his length; her pussy sure couldn’t.

Fade continued to abuse the queen’s throat. His cock went in and out of Marra’s mouth with vigour. The queen would regret her decision to suck the sorcerer’s cock. Her breathing was not hindered when her pussy was being stretched out. Fade was not worried about the queen biting down. She would be swiftly punished by Fade, and then by the brutes waiting outside. Marra had too much sense to do so.

Fade spent the next hour teaching the queen how to breathe correctly whilst slurping. Then, without any warning, Fade released his load into the queen’s well-used mouth. Cum flowed into her mouth, followed by more cum, followed by more. Despite the firm seal Fade’s shaft made with Marra’s lips, Fade’s seed began to seep out of the corner of her mouth and spilled over her tits. Fade’s volume was like that of a wild beast. Marra released the rest of the load from her mouth when Fade pulled away.

Her entire front was plastered in white.

Drenched in Fade’s love.

Defiled.

“Spitting? How rude! A noble woman like yourself should show a bit more decorum.” Fade wiped his cock against Marra’s cheek. He whistled to the brutes standing guard outside. The two hulks lumbered back in. They took keen notice of the depraved state the queen was in. Their own cocks hardened under their furs.

“Clean her up, then let her rest. In the morning, pass her around. Make sure everyone gets a turn. Don’t bring her back until she knows how to properly suck a cock like the best whore in all of Adearath. But do not damage her. You will not like what will happen to you if she is damaged in any way.” Fade’s eyes burned purple as he gave the command to the brutes.

As Marra was dragged from the room, her eyes glazed over. She looked forward blankly; she was defeated, she was spoiled. Her eyes didn’t move as the brutes locked her away in the highest cell of Fade’s Dread Tower.

Fade strode triumphantly back to his throne; he was satisfied with how the past couple of days had been playing out. He opened a locked container that sat idly on his throne’s armrest. He reached in and retrieved a dark tome. A small blue apparition appeared from between its pages.

“Phase one of the plan is going smoothly.” Fade smiled.

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Marcie ceased to belong to herself at precisely six o’clock on a Monday evening. She was assisting her boyfriend, Samson, in painting his miniature soldiers as they watched the news livestream on their smart TV. It was a mundane activity that they had enjoyed doing together ever since they started dating two years ago. It was a regular event on Monday nights. It kept them sane through the Monday blues. What wasn’t mundane, what wasn’t regular, what wasn’t sane, was what came out of the speakers.

“This just in…” The bombshell of a news anchor brushed aside her long blonde hair and placed her fingers to her ear. “Following the alarming rise in national depression, and the subsequent declaration of a mental health state of emergency, Parliament has ratified The National Social Vitality Act, effective immediately.” She hesitated as she read the teleprompter; concern flashed in her eyes.

“Under Section Four, colloquially known as the Free Use Mandate, all female citizens between the ages of eighteen and fifty-five are hereby designated as ‘Public Assets’ to aid in the alleviation of male isolation and societal despair,” the bombshell blonde dropped the bombshell news.

“As of six o’clock today, the refusal of any sexual advances by male citizens of age towards female citizens of age is no longer legally permitted.” The news anchor looked to her right, where her co-anchor sat and mouthed something silent. He made a face and shrugged. “Uh… our government would like to remind you that this measure is for the greater good of our collective mental health. Resistance, obstruction, or denial of access will result in immediate arrest and indefinite detainment in a Correction Centre.”

“Compliance is compassion. Please stand by for local enforcement guidelines.”

“Thank you, Ashley,” the male anchor said with a wicked grin growing on his face, “our network would like to advise all people under the age of eighteen to stop watching now as we demonstrate the Free Use Mandate.” A few moments of silence passed.

“What do you mean, demonstrate, John?”

“I’ve been wanting to say this for years. Suck my dick Ashley.” John reached down under the desk, and a long unzipping sound followed.

“You can’t be serious.”

“You don’t want to be arrested, do you? We already have local law enforcement in the studio.”

“Oh…” Ashley looked passed that camera to someone offscreen. She looked down at her co-anchor’s crotch. She looked back at the camera. She looked back down. “Alright…” Ashley leaned over, and her head disappeared under the table.

“Oh yeah.” John’s eyes closed in satisfaction as the sound of sucking was audible over the livestream. “That…” John’s hand rested on top of Ashley’s head and guided her up and down, the back of her blonde hair barely popping up above the news desk. “That’s all we have for now…” he looked down at his co-anchor’s work. “As Ashley said, please stand by for local enforcement guidelines.” He held back a groan but continued as professionally as possible, the sounds of slurping growing louder, “If you come across any non-compliance, please call the Criminal Negligence hotline below.” A free-to-call telephone number appeared at the bottom of the screen. John reached over and slapped Ashley’s ass, which was sticking up. A muffled complaint was heard from her before the screen started to play standby ads.

“Ok, when did you change the stream to PornSub?” Marcie shook her head as she dipped her paintbrush into dark green paint.

“What? I thought you were trying to play a prank on me. This isn’t one of those online challenges, is it?” Samson placed a completed model into his drying pile. “Wait. That was Ashley Bing and John Calmer, aren’t they famous?”

“I mean, sort of, I’ve been watching them for a few years now. How haven’t you noticed? We watch them every week.”

“You watch them every week. I’m just painting.” Samson winked and grabbed a new model. “Could be AI.”

“I don’t think it is AI,” Marcie grabbed her phone and pointed it towards Samson. Notifications were flooding her screen. It was blowing up.

They can be fucking serious.

WTF!!!???

Police are at my door, saying they’ll take me away if I don’t fuck my ex.

OMG gonna abuse the fuck outta this one.

Why only guys?

Time to leave the country… NVM they closed the borders.

Based government!

How did they get all the female politicians to vote yes on this?

“Holy shit…” Samson’s hand shook, and he placed down his unpainted soldier.

“Holy shit indeed.” Marcie agreed as she turned her notifications to silent. “This is some hentai-level bullshit. I literally jacked you off to a hentai just like this last week.”

“Yeah, it’s all good and well as a fantasy. But having it actually happen is fucked up beyond belief. You’re telling me I could walk next door and ask Mrs Helavoni to fuck me and she would legally be obligated to do so?”

“You better not.” Marcie raised both eyes over her black reading glasses. “No fucking the neighbourhood milf Sam.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Samson lied, “besides, all I need is my beautiful nerdy, busty, brunette babe.” Samson leaned in and gave Marcie a reassuring kiss.

“Don’t forget sexy,” Marcie said between kisses, “and intelligent.” She pulled Samson in closer, the painting all but forgotten.

“Sexy, beautiful, hard working.”

“Let me show you just how hard working I can be…” Marcie pulled off her pyjama shirt above her head and tossed it to the side of the living room. She had not been wearing a bra; she liked to let the girls breathe when relaxing at home, and she knew how much Samson loved seeing her bounce around all day. Marcie was surprised, despite having seen her breasts more times than she could count, he still had the same reaction each time. Utmost joy. Wide-eyed lust.

“Are you sure we should be doing this now? At a time like this?” Samson’s eyes were firmly locked onto Marcie’s extremely ample breasts even as he suggested restraint.

“No time like now. If the world is going crazy, we might as well go crazy, right? So are you gonna dig in or what?”

“Bon apatite!” Samson buried his head between Marcie’s familiar flesh. His head was beset from the left and right by his girlfriend’s beautiful breasts. His hands roamed to the peaks of her mountains and were lost in the softness of them. As he came up for air, he got to work sucking on her nipples.

“Ah… yes… good boy.” Marcie moaned as Samson’s tongue flicked the tips of her. He was exceedingly good at worshipping her tits, a breast man through and through. She ran her hands through his short brown hair and messed it up playfully. She looked deeply into his eyes and decided that she should do that thing he loved oh so much. “Lie down on the couch. Take off your pants while you’re at it.”

Samson sprang over to the couch with a hop and a skip, rapidly bounding and flopping back onto the soft cushions. He bounced twice before settling. With the speed reserved for a house fire, he took off his pants and kicked them away.

Marcie walked over to the cupboard near the couch, retrieved a small bottle of lube and poured it down her cleavage. With both hands, she rubbed it in and around her breasts. She looked over to Samson’s already hardening cock, which was about to be engulfed. Samson looked like he had won the lottery. And to be fair, Marcie was a jackpot. She bounded over, making a show of her approach. Each step made her hefty bosom quake. With a smooth motion, she crawled up Samson’s legs and expertly slid his now fully erect shaft between her tits.

“Fuck yeah!” Samson was not subtle about his approval. He was already bucking his hips upward between Marcie’s tits and towards her mouth. However, the effort was almost futile; there was no escaping the warm void that was Marcie’s titfucking. Her breasts easily swallowed all of Samson’s length; only the very tip, of the tip, of his cock would be able to see light again.

Marcie pressed her breasts together and moved them up and down Samson’s length. She looked into her boyfriend’s eyes and saw him in a state of bliss. “You like that? You like fucking my big tits? Your cock feels so fucking nice and hard between them.” Marcie moaned. She knew how to push Samson’s buttons.

“I do.” Samson nodded rapidly like an idiot as he reached down to grab Marcie’s breasts.

“Uh uh uh.” Marcie wiggled her finger, never stopping her bouncing motion. “This one is all me.” She stuck her tongue out long and wide. She looked down towards her breasts and at the pink tip of Samson’s cock. A few licks, barely pillowing the tip of Samson’s cock, but enjoyable all the same. She loved the taste of him, she licked up the precum and flavoured lube she was able to scavange. His cock was beautiful. “Let me serve you tonight. You did such a good job eating me out yesterday, and I want to return the favour.”

“Oh god, yes.” Samson’s moans were starting to grow heavier. Marcie could feel him start to pulse between her cleavage. He was close. It wouldn’t take much to finish the job, but Marcie wanted to savour the look on his face.

“Not yet.” Marcie stopped, suddenly pulling her tits off of Samson’s cock. His length twitched in the air. She waited a few agonising moments before returning. Samson was putty in her hands… or rather her tits.

“Fuck Marcie, you’re torturing me.” Samson bit his lip and rolled his head back onto the couch.

“You love it,” Marcie continued to envelop Samson’s cock, “I bet you want to blow your load right between my tits.” Marcie increased her pace. “You want to paint this slutty tits white with your load?” Faster now. “Come on, give it to me, give me your cum. I want your thick—”

“Ugh!” A rope of cum erupted from between Marcie’s breasts and splashed against her face, and some entered her mouth. She didn’t stop. She continued to milk Samson with her motions, each bounce collecting more and more of his seed. A white pool formed in her cleavage. Marcie lapped it up as best she could.

“Delicious. That pineapple is working well.” Marcie released Samson’s still twitching cock. White ran down its length. Marcie wasn’t going to let it go to waste. She leaned down and cleaned off her boyfriend from base to tip. All the while massaging his balls to extract every last drop. She was a happy mess when she was done. Cum on her face, cum on her tits, cum down her throat. Samson was drained until he looked like a ghost.

“That was incredible.” Samson huffed.

“I know.” Marcie licked her lips. “I’m going to go get cleaned up and start on dinner. Hopefully by the morning the world will be less fucking insane.”

“Yeah. Who needs all the other girls in the world when I’ve got the best one right here?”

“You’re so cheesy.”

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I’m Arthur Kord, author of NTR-focused (cheating) erotic fiction. Welcome to my humble abode. If you’re new here, this guide will help you find the right place to start.

My stories usually centre around corruption, temptation, and betrayal. Some lean darker, others are more fantastical, but they all live somewhere in the world of netorare, netorase and netori. Warning to all those who plan to enter: infidelity is everywhere.

Current Series

Emperor Night

Status: Ongoing

Genres: Isekai / Fantasy / Harem / Corruption / NTR

Jonathan’s life is a mess; his addiction to NTR games has cost him his job and his girlfriend. When he receives a message inviting him to try the latest release from his favourite studio, he accepts without hesitation. But instead of playing a game, Jonathan is transported to another world and given the power to control others’ lust with a touch. It is a gift that could make him unstoppable… if he can keep it hidden from the Inquisition long enough to survive.

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Free Use Mandate

Genres: Dystopian / Free Use / NTR / Anthology

Marcie and Samson’s quiet Monday evening is shattered when Parliament announces Section Four, a new law that turns every woman aged eighteen to fifty-five into a “Public Asset.” For Marcie, the Free Use Mandate is the end of her autonomy. For Samson, it is a test of love and self-control. As the world descends into instant moral chaos, will Marcie and Samson be able to keep their relationship alive?

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Harem Wars

Status: Ongoing

Genres: Gladiators / Greek Fantasy / Harem / NTR

He inherited a ruined house, a mountain of debt, and three women bound to him by divine contract. Olyndar Varos was a farmer. Now he’s a Kyrios, a lord in a city where powerful men wager their Muses in gladiatorial combat. He knows nothing about the brutal arenas of Myressa. He knows even less about the women who belong to him, or what the bond between them demands. In the Laureled Circuit, victory means glory. Defeat means watching your Muse lying with another. And Olyndar is about to learn what that looks like from every angle.

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Lust Reunion

Status: Completed

Genres: Academy / Gameshow / NTR

Eugene never wanted to go to his high school reunion, but his girlfriend Faith and the promise of a cash prize convinced him. They wake in a perfect replica of their old school, watched by hidden cameras, governed by a masked host with a fondness for rules. The games they are forced to play start innocent enough, but they quickly slide into debauchery. They must keep playing to survive.

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The Mage’s Unfaithful Harem

Status: Ongoing

Genres: LitRPG / Fantasy / Harem / NTR

Prestant Wildmagic leads his party across the continent of Iuona, but his greatest challenge is not the monsters or the bandits, it is the slow corruption of the women closest to him. When an ambush exposes the party to a conspiracy involving a lust-enslaving drug and Prestant’s future mother-in-law, the party must keep their wits or else fall to their desires. Told as an actual-play transcript complete with GM narration, dice rolls, and character abilities

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Slutty Sidekick

Status: Hiatus

Genres: Superheroes / Cheating

Allison Kane wants to become a real superhero, but the world of capes, powers, and secret identities exposes her to temptations nothing could have prepared her for. When she is accepted as a new Sidekick at the Fortress of Justice, Allison’s loyalty to her boyfriend is tested. The world of superheroics is a lot more sexual than she bargained for.

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Starslit Princess

Status: Hiatus

Genres: Gender Swap / Science Fiction / Space Opera

Prince Orion was a conqueror. A ruler. A man. Now, he is only a memory, transformed into Astra, a woman built for a life of service, with curves that invite touch and skin that craves submission. Hunted, penniless, and stranded in the galaxy’s lawless fringe, she’s forced to serve. All whilst a voice in his head whispers for him to give in. But Astra doesn’t plan to take this change lying down. She is going to retake her crown.

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Where Should You Start?

If you want…

Fantasy/Isekai Corruption: Emperor Night.

Dystopian Free Use: Free Use Mandate.

Gladiatorial Battle Harem: Harem Wars.

Adult Death/Sex Games: Lust Reunion.

Sexy Tabletop RPG Replays: The Mage’s Unfaithful Harem.

Superhero Corruption: Slutty Sidekick.

Gender-Swap Sci-Fi Adventure: Starslit Princess.

Mecha Sci-Fi Partner Swapping: Lust Rim. (Coming Soon!)

Collectable Card Game Sluttery: Climax Phase. (Coming Soon!)

What You’ll Find on This Substack

This Substack is the main place where I will share my thoughts and processes as I write. You can expect:

• Free chapters

• Series previews

• Release announcements

• Progress updates

• Behind-the-scenes notes

• Polls and reader feedback

• And much more

This is the best place to sample my writing before buying, as well as get sneak peeks into what is coming next. If you are still confused about what to start with first. I recommend giving Emperor Night a try!

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~ Arthur Kord

It has been a while since I have been properly active here on Substack, and I wanted to give a clear update on where things stand, what I’m working on, and what readers can expect from me going forward.

The short of it is:

I’m returning to Substack, and for the immediate future I’ll be focusing primarily on my erotica writing.

For those who have followed me because of One Week Heroine, I want to say up front that the project is not dead. I still care deeply about it, I really want to return to it, and I believe in the story and the game. However, the reality is that visual novel (and game development as a whole) requires a budget to pay artists fairly for quality work.

Right now, I’m not in a position where I can comfortably cover those art costs on a consistent basis. So rather than push forward in a way that compromises the project, I’m putting One Week Heroine on the back burner until I have a more stable income and can afford the artist fees it deserves.

In the meantime, I’m shifting my creative focus to something I can produce more consistently: NTR erotica.

I know this will be a disappointment to some of you. I completely get that; I’m disappointed too. But the plan is to focus on my erotica writing and build a more stable income, then use that income to fund the development. That may take time, but I’d rather do it right than rush it.

What I’ll Be Posting Here

Going forward, I’ll be using this Substack to share updates, announcements, and free chapters from my current and upcoming erotica series. I want to make this a place where readers can follow my work and keep up with what I’m writing next.

I’ll be posting chapters from my current series, including:

Emperor Night — My premier NTR series. An isekai fantasy that follows an MC with the power to control lust. Some litRPG vibes but focuses more on the fantasy.

Lust Reunion — A high-school reunion turned into a dangerous game of survival and NTR. Inspired by the “death games” genre but with less death and more sex.

Free Use Mandate — A dystopian NTR anthology series about a government mandate that turns all women of breeding age into “public assets”.

Harem Wars — An ancient Greek-inspired harem/NTR series about beautiful and powerful women fighting against each other in gladiatorial combat.

Other Titles — Such as Slutty Sidekick, the Mage’s Unfaithful Harem, and Starslit Princess.

I will also be posting chapters from my upcoming series:

Lust Rim — An alien invasion NTR in which the mechs protecting humanity are co-piloted by lovers. Think Pacific Rim, Muv Luv, and Darling in the Franxx.

Climax Phase — (Formerly known as LustGear) A NTR card game erotica where commanders battle for prestige using their servant’s body. For lovers of CCGs.

Some posts will be free chapter previews. Others may be updates on release schedules, behind-the-scenes thoughts, or announcements about new stories. I’m still undecided about whether I will open subscriptions on Substack, but if I do, you can expect at least two chapters a week, along with a significant back catalogue.

If you enjoy my writing, this Substack will be one of the best places to keep up with what I’m doing.

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I also want to invite readers to join the NTR Literature Hub Discord. It’s a place where you can talk with me and connect with other NTR authors and readers. If you want a more direct way to communicate with me, ask questions, or just want to hang out with people who enjoy NTR, the Discord is the best place to do that.

Click here to join the NTR Literature Hub Discord!

Thank You!

To everyone who has followed me, supported my work, read my stories, played my projects, or simply stuck around whilst I figured out the next step. Thank you.

I’m excited to be writing again, and I’m excited to revive this Substack.

Expect more updates soon, along with free chapters.

Stay jealous, stay reading.
~Arthur Kord

Welp, a little bit of a change of plan for this/last week. I had originally wanted to do a Dossier post about Ginger but instead I thought, why not wait a little bit longer post the first demo build of the game? So that is what I have done! This demo build of One Week Heroine is free and public so feel free to share it if you would like. I won’t be charging for this release.

Download Links: Mega & Mediafire

IMPORTANT: There are still 2 categories of things that I consider placeholder in the demo. The first is quite obvious, the characters that have not been drawn yet are using placeholder silhouettes. The second placeholder (and this is a big one) is the background artwork, currently all background art is temporary and will be replaced once artworks are completed from them but that is only going to be done after all the character and sex scene artwork is completed.

Note: For now, audio settings are available once you start a new game.

Demo Scope

The demo covers the introduction to the game and stops just before the sandbox portion. This will hopefully give you (and new people) an idea of what to expect. There is a single missable groping scene in the intro. If you want to see it here is a hint: remember to use your words.

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Next Release

The main thing holding back the next release is the speed of which artwork can be produced. As soon as the necessary art is done, the first non-demo version of One Week Heroine will be released to all backers.

Priority Poll Results

The people have spoken, and the winner of the Priority Poll is “Sabotage the CCTV”! I hope you are all looking forward to Molly taking down the surveillance system in Peeltopia, I am sure nothing could possibly go wrong. I will be implementing this mission in the second build of the game. Don’t worry if your favourite wasn’t chosen, all of the poll’s options will be implemented eventually.

Next Week

Next week we will actually be looking at Ginger and talk a little bit about her “situation” (you will know what I mean after you play the demo). Hope to see you then.

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