The Misty Vixen Newsletter (March 2020)

WHAT HAPPENED IN FEBRUARY

First of all, biggest thing that happened was, I PUBLISHED HAVEN 4!!!

Overall, I’m fairly happy with how it turned out, and it managed to be the longest Haven yet, (though not by a huge amount, not like how Demoness IV really got away from me and turned into a 100,000 word monster.)

Second, I finished Kyra’s Game!

That one didn’t exactly turn out how I originally intended, but I’m glad to have it finished. Because of how much stuff I have on my plate and want to get done, I’m definitely putting any further incest stories on hold for now. What I think I may do instead is write them here and there, and only release them when they are finished so people don’t have to wait MONTHS between updates. Because the thing is, I liked writing it, and I really like some of the ideas I have in store. As it stands right now, I’m a few chapters into a mother/son incest set in my fantasy universe, but I haven’t worked on it since late last year.

I also managed to get the Paranormal Passions covers recreated!

I’m pretty happy with these. After getting the next Haven cover created, I’m going to start tackling the Desire series cover art.

I also managed to finally finish editing Refuge and relaunched it. I also made a change to the Collection. I’ve decided to make the Crystal Candy collections collect 4 titles, not 3. The first (and right now only) Refuge Collection has been updated to reflect this. If you already bought it, you should be able to get the updated version without having to rebuy it. I also created a Refuge paperback! It collects all four episodes written so far, and is formatted to read like an actual novel with 20 chapters, instead of a Collection of episodes. It’s purely an aesthetic change though, all the content is a carbon copy.

And that’s all I got done in February unfortunately. Although I was feeling pretty good through December and some of January, I had kind of an emotional setback for…not really any specific reason. That, with a few other irritating problems, meant that I only really managed to get Haven 4 and Kyra’s Game done. I did make some progress on other things, but not nearly as much as I’d like.

WHAT I HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH IN MARCH

  • I’m going to spend the first week planning Haven 5 and making some significant progress on Demoness V.

  • I don’t think I’ll be able to release Haven 5 in March, but it should be ready by early April.

  • It’s possible that I might get Demoness I - III Collected out sometime in March, but it depends on the cover art. The artist who creates the Demoness covers is a busy person, so I’m not sure how long it will take. The Collection will feature a new short story that features a sexy, mature elf and takes place in Kesley’s cave between The Former Princess & Demoness IV.

  • I’m also going to try and work on Quickies #2, which will cover Wanderlust & My Undead Lover.

  • I’m also going to see if I can get out Refuge 5.

  • Finally I’ve begun planning out the first novel in A Warm Place. I want to finish up a few other projects before I begin seriously working on it, namely Demoness V, the Demoness Collection, and a few more Quickies. But I am hoping to get it out sometime this year. Ideally, I’ll get the first few A Warm Place novels out in 2020, but Haven is my focus for now.

Haven 4 - Prologue Preview!

Here is the Prologue of Haven 4. I’m making good progress on the story. Right now, I’d say I’m on approach to being 2/3 of the way done, and I’m on track to release it sometime before the end of the month.

If you want to also read Chapter One, you can do so here, on my Patreon, if you are a 1$/month Patron.

Thanks!


David couldn’t remember the last time he had been so thoroughly at a loss for words.

He stared at Cait, his mouth open slightly, her words ringing in his head. For once, he wasn’t falling silent because he wasn’t sure which words to choose, sorting through one phrase after another. No, this time, nothing came. His mind felt blank.

All around him, no one spoke, all eyes on the two of them.

Finally, after what felt like a very long time, he said, “Are you sure?”

Cait laughed, and so did several of the other women. “Yes, David. I’m sure.”

“That you’re pregnant?” he asked, still grappling with the knowledge that had just been presented to him.

She laughed again and gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Yes, David. That’s what my trip to the doctors was about. And just to save you the trouble of asking, yes I’m sure it’s yours. You’re the only human man I’ve been with in a good six months.”

“When...did it happen?” he murmured.

“Ironically,” she said, smirking, “the very first night we met. Remember? I begged you to get me pregnant, and apparently you obliged.”

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’m...you’re going to be a mother?” She nodded. “And I’m...going to be a father?” She nodded again. “...holy shit. I need...wow. This is...very unexpected.”

That got more laughter.

David seemed to remember suddenly that he was in a roomful of people and he looked around at all of them. Evelyn and April and Lara were standing together. April looked a little nervous, but generally happy. Evelyn and Lara were practically beaming. As was Ashley. Jennifer had a small smile on her face. And Ellie…

He frowned. Ellie looked like she was going to be sick.

Ellie was staring at him and Cait like someone had just told her they had died.

Before he could say anything else, she suddenly set down the cup she was holding and began striding rapidly across the room, towards the stairwell.

“Ellie? Where are you going?” Cait asked, letting go of his hands. She apparently didn’t hear her because she just kept walking. “Ellie?” Cait asked, more loudly.

Ellie froze at the bottom of the stairs. She turned to face them and said, “Congratulations.” Then she all but sprinted up the stairs.

“What the fuck?” David whispered.

“I don’t know,” Cait said, and took off after her.

He followed in her wake. The two of them hurried up the stairs. Getting up top, they looked down the length of the hallway and saw the door to Cait’s and Ellie’s shared bedroom open. She was moving around inside, barely visible in the moonlight coming in through the window. They hurried down the hallway.

“Ellie, what are you doing?” Cait asked as they came to stand in the doorway.

She was shoving things into her pack.

“I-I need to go,” she said. She looked on the verge of panic.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Cait demanded, stepping forward. She reached out to touch her, then stopped short, hesitated, and pulled her hand back.

“I just need to go,” Ellie repeated. She zipped up her pack and threw it on.

“Ellie, wait! Talk to me, please! What’s wrong?” Cait asked.

Ellie finally turned to look at them. “I’m sorry. I know this is unexpected, but I have to leave. I just-I need to be by myself for awhile. I’m sorry.” She walked stiffly to the window, opened it, and then looked back at them. “Don’t try to look for me, and don’t expect me back.”

“For how long?!” David asked.

“I don’t know.” She paused one more time, looking back at them with a look of remorse, regret, and anguish. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, and then she slipped nimbly out the window. They both hurried over to it and looked out, watching her hit the ground and slip off to the perimeter fence, where she slid easily through a gap in it.

And then she was disappearing into the frozen forest, and she was gone.

“What the fuck just happened?” David whispered.

“I have an idea,” Cait replied. She sighed softly, her breath foaming on the chilled air that streamed in through the window. He looked over at her. She looked ghostly and painfully beautiful in the pale moonlight, but also very sad. She shivered and then closed and locked the window. “Ellie...” She paused, then sat down on her bed. David sat down beside her, waiting. “A lot happened to her. She told me things that I won’t repeat, but bad things happened to her. And it broke her. And I think...I’m not sure, really, but I think my announcement scared the shit out of her. Maybe she thought she was losing me, and she couldn’t handle that.”

She heaved a sigh suddenly and looked at him. “We’ll deal with that soon, but right now...tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking about...” She looked down and laid a hand carefully over her stomach. “...about this.”

“I-I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’m worried. If I’m being honest. I-I didn’t expect this! I didn’t even think it was possible!”

“I know,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I wasn’t sure whether or not I could even get pregnant, and I remember you saying you were pretty sure you couldn’t get a girl pregnant. Obviously that isn’t true.” She hesitated. “Do you believe me? That it’s yours?”

“Oh yes,” he replied immediately. “I believe you. I don’t think you would lie to me about that. I’m just...this is a lot. Especially after all that happened tonight.”

“I know. I’m sorry to just throw it out there like that, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I needed you to know. But there’s more I need you to know, David.” She gently placed a finger under his chin and raised his face so that they locked eyes. “If you don’t want to be a part of this child’s life, then I won’t hold that against you. You were not ready for this, you didn’t ask for this. I understand that. I’ve already come to terms with this: I want to be a mother. I think I’ve always wanted that, but I just never truly thought about it until I got the news. But this wasn’t...expected. I’m not going to try and force this responsibility on you, because this is going to alter the course of my life, and yours, if you decide you want to be a part of this child’s life.”

David thought about it, staring at her. There were so many things to consider, so many difficulties with raising a child even under the best of circumstances, let alone the post-apocalyptic nightmare they now found themselves in.

And yet, could he ask for a better mother for his child? Cait was...so many things. Smart, kind, compassionate, brave, fun, dedicated, loving. But he didn’t doubt for a second that she wanted to raise a child, looking at her in the moonlight. There was no turmoil there, no uncertainty. Just a peace, a tranquility in her eyes, an acceptance, a happy acceptance.

In that moment, David suddenly had his answer. He didn’t know why he had arrived at the conclusion he had, especially knowing there was so much to consider, but wasn’t that how it went sometimes? Hell, maybe even most of the time? People usually went with their gut. A lot of people said they wanted to reason things out, make informed decisions, and while he still believed in that, he believed, especially right now, that sometimes the decision got made for you. Like love. He hadn’t decided that he was going to start falling in love with Cait, or Evelyn, or April, and yet he was. He could tell he was.

In the same way, he knew that how he felt about becoming a father wasn’t a decision, not really, not in this case, at least. Regardless of his own actions, Cait was pregnant with his child. And he knew in some immutable way that he wanted to be her partner, wanted to raise the child with her, wanted to be a father.

All that came out of his mouth was: “Yes.”

As if she could read his mind, she immediately hugged him tightly against her. “Thank you,” she whispered. She held him to her. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, David. I haven’t met anyone else in my life that I wish had gotten me pregnant.”

“Oh, well I’m glad,” he replied.

She laughed loudly and pulled back. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. He blinked a few times and realized, abruptly, that he had a few tears of his own.

“Emotional times,” Cait muttered, wiping at her eyes.

“I guess so,” he said, doing the same. Something abruptly occurred to him. “Oh shit!” he said, shooting to his feet.

“What? What’s wrong?” Cait asked.

“I fucked Ashley and Lara! What if they’re-”

“Oh! David, no. Don’t worry,” she said, reaching out. She took his hand and he let her pull him gently back down onto the bed. “I already talked with them about it. That’s why I asked you about your sexual partners. Do you honestly think I’d have let you fuck Lara tonight if she wasn’t fixed? No, don’t worry. They have both confirmed that, without a doubt, they can’t get pregnant. So don’t worry, I’m the only one you’ve knocked up.”

“Oh...okay then. Good.”

He kissed her, then he looked back through the door. “Shit, we shouldn’t keep the others in suspense.”

“Oh right. Fuck.” She sighed heavily and looked out the window again. “Goddamnit, Ellie,” she whispered.

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

“Let her be,” Cait replied. “I might be able to find her, if I tried hard, but I doubt it. And she doesn’t want to be found. She needs time. And...” she looked regretful, “...and we might need to be prepared to never see her again.”

“What? Seriously?!”

“Yes. I don’t know if it’s likely, but I think...I just don’t know if she can handle this. Obviously she can’t right now, given that she just jumped out a window. But regardless, we have to let her be. We have to let her work this out on her own.”

He looked out the window, a cold, heavy weight of loss and remorse settling on his heart, as if this was somehow his fault.

Hell, in a way, he supposed it kind of was.

“I’ll miss her,” he said softly.

“I know. I will, too. We just have to hope that she gets it sorted out, and that she comes back to us.” Cait stood suddenly. “Come on.”

He stood with her and they made their way downstairs, where they found the others talking quietly among themselves.

“What happened?” Evelyn asked.

Cait sighed heavily. “Ellie...needs to be alone for a little while. I’m not sure when she’ll be back. Officially speaking: we should not be relying on her help until she returns.”

“Oh my God,” April whispered. “Is she...okay?”

“I don’t know,” Cait admitted.

“I know it’s really nosy and probably rude to ask but...I mean, how do you feel about this?” Lara asked suddenly, looking at David.

He stepped closer to Cait, slipped one arm around her torso, and laid his other hand against her belly. “We’re having a child,” he said.

That got a great reaction out of everyone. For a few moments, as everyone came closer and began to congratulate them and hug and kiss both of them, the weight of the events that had transpired tonight, from the incredibly risky assault to the near death experiences to Ellie up and leaving, seemed to fall away. He lost himself in the moment and as he looked around at the others, standing together in this warm building in the middle of the night, knowing that there were others in cabins very close by, it gave him a feeling of tremendous, overwhelming joy and comfort, something that he wasn’t sure he had ever actually felt before.

This felt like…

A home.

It felt like a haven that he could rest in, hide from the world in, build a life in.

As he looked at Evelyn and April, though, a new feeling came to him, and he knew that they were going to have to talk about this sudden development, because it would likely have serious impacts on their lives, too.

“We should probably, uh, talk,” he said, looking at them both.

Evelyn just smiled. “Tomorrow,” she said. “You two need sleep. You look like death warmed over. We all need sleep, actually, because we’ve got a shitload of work ahead of us tomorrow and the day after that. You two, I imagine, will want to get some intimate time together. So...sleeping arrangements. April, will you be willing to sleep with me and give up your bed for the night?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Okay. Lara, how about you take her bed?” Evelyn suggested.

“I appreciate it,” Lara replied.

“Okay. Jennifer...” She frowned, no doubt considering it. They actually didn’t have much in the way of accommodations.

“I saw a couch in the main room, I can sleep there,” Jennifer said.

“Are you sure?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes. As a wraith, I don’t even actually need to sleep per say, though I wouldn’t mind in this case. But I can sleep on the floor, this will be fine,” Jennifer replied.

“Okay. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket. Get some sleep everyone. We’re going to want to get to that outpost as soon as we can tomorrow,” Evelyn said.

David sighed. “Yeah, good point.”

“I guess that means I gotta go home and sleep in my own bed?” Ashley asked.

“You can sleep in mine,” Evelyn replied.

Yes,” she whispered, making Evelyn laugh.

David went around and gave each woman a hug and a kiss, and told them all goodnight. Lara lingered on the kiss. “I had a lot of fun,” she said. “A lot of fun.”

“So did I. You are great in bed, and an amazingly sexy and beautiful woman,” he replied.

She smiled and blushed. “Shut up.”

“I’m not lying.”

She looked like she was trying not to smile, but she just shook her head. “I believe that you believe it, at least.”

“You’re definitely hot,” Cait said, coming up next to him.

She sighed. “Okay, whatever. Just show me to my bed.” Her expression turned glum. “As much as I’d love to stick around and help out, I really need to get back home after this.”

“I understand, I’ll miss you, though,” David replied.

“I’ll miss you, too. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll visit.”

April led her off upstairs after that, showing her to her room, and Evelyn tracked down some bedding for Jennifer, setting her up on the couch. After making sure that the area was secure, the doors locked and the windows shut, David and Cait went upstairs to her bedroom. They pushed the door most of the way closed, then began undressing.

“So, Lara was a good fuck then?” Cait asked.

“A great fuck,” he replied. “Her thighs...damn. So sexy. Not as sexy as yours though.”

She laughed. “You don’t need to reassure me. I’m not that kind of girl. Speaking of my thighs though...you know my ass is going to probably get really fat, and my hips and thighs are going to thicken up, and my tits are gonna get huge, right?”

“They already are,” he muttered, but he couldn’t help but think about what Cait would look like pregnant. Like, noticeably pregnant.

He’d seen pregnant women before, and they never failed to turn him on so hard.

“My belly’s gonna grow a lot, too. I’m gonna get stretch marks,” she said.

“I don’t care. You’re going to look so hot pregnant, and you’ll still be wicked hot after.”

She smiled. “You’re a sweetheart.” As she finished stripping, she stepped up to him and settled her hands on his back. “There’s also a decent chance that I will be super horny. Like, more so than I am right now on average. So you’re going to need to fuck me even more than you do now,” she said with a sultry smile.

“I think I can manage that,” he replied, and she laughed, then she kissed him.

It was in that moment that her lips met his that he realized something had changed. He wasn’t sure if it was that he had done the most decisive thing of his life in helping plan for, enact, and execute that strike on the thieves, the fact that he had risked his life, or the fact that he knew he was to be a father. Possibly, probably even, it was all three, but he thought it was that third one most of all. Something had changed between them, and for the better. From the way her eyes widened slightly and how she pressed herself more closely against him, David could tell that something had changed for Cait, too.

He held her, leaning her back slightly and deepening the kiss, and she moaned. They began to make out with an intense passion, running their hands across each other. Her skin felt so hot against his in the pale moonlight, as if it was a physical manifestation of her passion, her lust, her desire. David pushed her onto her back and she landed with an easy grace in the bed, opening her legs smoothly for him, smiling up at him, her face illuminated by the moonlight. She looked achingly beautiful, impossibly gorgeous in that ghostly light, and he immediately climbed onto her, needing to be inside of her.

Normally their sessions were longer, and foreplay was very standard between them, but sometimes it was like this, where they simply needed to be making love. He needed to be inside of her as much as she needed him to be inside of her. And he could see her practically glistening, she was so wet. Before he could even get into position, she reached down between them, gripped his cock, and slipped it inside of herself.

Ohhhh, David...” she gasped, her voice thick with emotion and love and lost.

“Cait,” he moaned as he penetrated her, “oh, Cait. Oh my fucking...oh Cait!

He pushed deep into her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He began to make desperate, impassioned love to her and she stared up at him with wide, unblinking blue eyes that seemed to glow from within. He had never quite seen this expression on her face before, or maybe it was just the intensity of it. David was sure that he had a similar expression. He began to thrust wildly into her and she moaned loudly, pulling him down, and they resumed kissing. The pleasure ate him alive. He boiled in it, was melted by it, and loved every second of its consumption of him. Cait felt like a living goddess of sex and lust and beauty as he made increasingly frantic love to her, driving furiously into her now.

The sounds she made…

Neither of them lasted long. It was a short but ferocious session. Cait began to orgasm in under a minute, and she screamed into the kiss, unwilling or maybe even unable to break it, to release him, and he moaned loudly as he felt her insides clench hard around him, felt that hot release of sex juices. And he moaned, and lost himself completely, and began to orgasm barely five seconds after she had begun to. He pumped her sweet, perfect pussy full of his seed, immediately releasing a hot spurt that surged into her, and then another, and another, draining himself into her, filling her up. She moaned louder, accepting it all, almost begging for it with her body.

They came together, and for some brief but seemingly timeless moment, became lost together, entangled within each other, bathed in pure ecstasy.

When they had finished, he laid on top of her and didn’t pull out for a long time.

There was so much to say, but as the minutes drifted by in the moonlit comfort of her room, they remained locked inside of his head, and no doubt in hers as well. Not forever, but for now. He almost fell asleep before he spoke. Almost, but not quite.

“Cait?” he asked softly.

“Yes?” she murmured, slowly running one hand up and down his bare back.

“It’s different now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, David. It is.”

“And not just because you’re pregnant.”

“No.”

“We need to get more serious, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

He almost didn’t say the thing that wanted to escape his lips. Almost. But then, in the quiet of their shared space, he whispered, “Cait?”

“Yes, David?”

“...I love you.”

They weren’t looking at each other, not exactly. He had his head on the pillow, facing her, and she was laying on her back, staring out the window, so he could only see a portion of her beautiful, pale face.

But he saw her smile. “I know. I love you too, David.”

And he hugged her tightly to him, and she hugged him back. He pulled out of her and laid on his side. They embraced once more, facing each other.

That was how they fell asleep.

Demoness V - Chapter I Preview

Hey, everyone! I figured it was finally time to give a preview of Demoness V. It’s still a little ways off, as I’m very busy with the Haven series and stuff from the real world keeps getting in the way and eating up my time.

As usual, you can find both this chapter and the second chapter of this story over on my Patreon if you are a 1$/month Patron.

Enjoy!


John Greenfield lay soaking wet and half-dead on a rocky shore.

He came to coughing violently, a thousand pains wracking his battered, abused body, and he turned on his side and vomited. A stream of foul-tasting seawater was jetted from his mouth onto the rocky beach he lay upon and mixed with the rain and swell of water from the waves lashing at him, as though the sea itself held a grudge against him. He coughed, terror and panic surging through his body, filling every fiber of his being as he desperately sought to figure out what was happening. Then he coughed raggedly and vomited again.

When the last of the seawater had escaped him, he groaned thickly and sat up. Shivering violently, he hugged himself and looked around, his head swinging in a slow arc from left to right. Ahead, all he could see was the dark eternity of the ocean, and the waves pounding the shore. To either direction, more beach, shrouded in a rainy darkness. A heavy wave came up and washed over him, nearly dragging him back into the ocean. John cried out and lurched to his feet in a surge of panic, then stumbled away from the water, from the most immediate threat. He still had his boots, he realized, looking down.

His clothes too, although they were ragged and wet and torn in many places.

Where was he?!

What had happened?!

Shivering even more harshly, he rubbed his arms furiously, trying to bring some warmth back to his slowly numbing body. Think, dammit! He could see no lights around, no fires, not even any structures. Opposite the ocean, he saw a dark treeline. Overhead, lightning forked the sky and thunder cracked, rumbling so powerfully it rattled his bones. He cried out in a pure, primal reflex of fear. Boat. He had been on a boat.

He’d been going somewhere, and the last thing he remembered was-

Lightning struck again, and this time it was as if it had struck his skull, his mind itself, which lit up like a beacon in the night as a realization hit him.

John sucked in a deep breath and screamed as loud as he could, “YELENA!!!

Only the thunder and the pounding of the waves answered him. He looked around frantically, taking a few steps left, hesitating, then a few steps right. He stumbled as some rocks went out from beneath him and went painfully to his knees. He cried out, then moaned in sick fear. He felt shaky and raw with panic.

Whatever he’d been doing, wherever he was now, none of it mattered, because he was alone. Because he didn’t know where she was.

He shot to his feet and again screamed at the top of his lungs. “YELENA!!!

Still nothing. John spent another few minutes looking around frantically, his mind half-fried, running on instinct and emotion as he desperately sought the woman he loved, the person who mattered the most to him in this world or any other, the demoness he would die for, he would do anything for. But he couldn’t see her.

He was alone.

“Please,” he moaned, hugging himself tightly. “Oh please don’t be gone. Please...”

He looked up as the lightning flared again and through the curtain of rain that fell, spied a simple structure not too far away. Like a ship dropping anchor in treacherous waters, that gave him something to hold onto. Seeing that structure awoke in him a very basic, very primal urge: to be inside, out of the cold and the dark and the rain. And that simple urge anchored him, brought him back down a few levels, and some of his panic bled off. He had to find Yelena, but first he had to get his bearings, check himself over.

Surely, he was wounded. He couldn’t tell because what parts of him weren’t numb from the cold all hurt in overlapping waves of miserable suffering. Groaning and shuddering, teeth chattering, he set off, marching towards the simple structure. It looked like little more than a shack. Probably a fisherman’s shack, he thought, given how close he was to the ocean. Although it was maybe a hundred feet away, it seemed to take ages to get there. He kept looking around, hoping to see that familiar form, praying to see Yelena coming towards him. He would give anything to see her just then. But he saw nothing.

John reached the shack. It had a door and it was partially open. He pushed his way in through it. The single-room building looked long abandoned. Already, as he stepped inside, his mind was telling him to do things. Light a fire. Find some dry clothes. Find a weapon. Make sure the building was secure-

He hadn’t made sure it was secure.

Right as he thought that, something leaped at him with a growl and crashed into him. He screamed, new primal urges taking over as a wiry figure covered in wet fur got atop him. He struggled, fought, bucked hard enough to throw the figure off of him. What was attacking him!? He got atop the figure. A hand came up and he screamed as claws raked his cheek. He grabbed the hand by the wrist and forced it back down, then did the same with the second hand. He was stronger than whoever it was, at least.

Lightning flashed again, and in that instant he saw a felis woman staring up at him, her eyes wide and wild with fury and fear. He hesitated. She looked...familiar.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Get off me!” she snapped.

“Are you going to stop fucking attacking me?!” John snapped back. “Because you struck first!”

She hesitated, a few seconds played out, and then he felt her relax slightly. “Yes. I’m sorry,” she replied.

Carefully, he released her wrists and then slowly got up off of her. John got to his feet and then offered her a hand when it seemed obvious that she wasn’t going to continue the fight. She looked at his hand for a moment, then took it and let him help her up. He shivered and looked around as he remembered how cold he was.

“We need to start a fire,” the felis murmured.

“I...” he hesitated, looked out through the door he’d come in through. “I need to go. There’s someone I have to find.” He took a step towards the exit.

“Wait,” the felis said, and he hesitated, looking back at her. “It’s too dangerous out there right now. It’s pouring rain in the middle of the night and we have no idea where we are or what could be out there. We’re injured and weak. We’re easy pickings for even a few wolves. We need to stay here, make a fire, get some rest.”

She sounded reasonable, and her voice, surprisingly calm as it was, instilled a sense of logic in him that began to calm his fractured and terrified mind. A part of him, a strong part of him, wanted to march out there in the rain and scream for Yelena for as long as it took. But another part of him reluctantly admitted that this woman was right, and he wouldn’t do any good to Yelena if he got himself killed out there.

And fuck, at this point, he realized, if he had managed to survive, then certainly she had, because she was far more capable than he was.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “you’re right.”

He looked around the little shack. It was a miserable place to spend the night, but it at least had a bed and the roof wasn’t leaking too bad. It still had its windows, too, and they were mostly intact. He looked down at a little brazier in the middle of the room. It was full of ashes.

“We’ll need wood,” he said. “And it’ll be hard to find dry wood around here...”

“I know some magic,” the woman said, “if we can find wood, I can dry it and burn it.” She looked out through the front door and sighed. He knew how she felt, he sure wasn’t relishing the thought of going back out there. “We should get this over with. And stick together.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, then hesitated. “I’m John.”

“Layla,” she said.

“Were you on the ship?” he asked as they headed back outside. The rain seemed to have slackened, though only a little. Maybe it was his imagination.

“Yes. I saw you around with a woman...a redhead elf...is that who you’re looking for?”

“Yelena. Yeah,” he replied.

She began to say something else, but a flash of lightning and boom of thunder cut her off. He waited to see if she’d keep talking, but instead she just pointed. He followed her finger and saw some driftwood not too far away. He went for it, shivering worse than ever now. Now that he had the goal of building a fire, he found himself desperate for one and colder than ever. He reached down and grabbed the piece of driftwood, then looked around and spied another one a few feet away. He stumbled over and grabbed it.

The act of gathering wood to burn helped bring his body and his mind back to him. Everything was feeling distant and numb, but it was slowly coming back. Still though, a confusion seemed to lay over him, almost like he was waking up in the middle of the night while drunk, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. He glanced over his shoulder at Layla, who was gathering up wood as well. At least he wasn’t alone. But...he looked all around himself once again. Where was Yelena?

He couldn’t shake the terrifying thought that something had happened to her, that she was injured or...dead. It was possible. No, he thought angrily, vehemently. No, she’s fine. Maybe not fine, apparently there’d been a shipwreck, but she was a survivor more than anything. She would survive, and he’d find her tomorrow, as soon as he woke up. He still wanted to go looking for her, but knew that it was a bad idea. Everything hurt or was numb, and he was dizzy and confused. John saw another piece of wood and grabbed it, making eight. His arms were getting full and, after a few seconds, he decided he’d found enough.

Turning around, he hurried back to the shack, where Layla was waiting in the doorway, watching out for him. He tried to remember what he’d observed about her, because he had seen her on the ship, but he couldn’t remember a thing. He rejoined her and they both headed inside. John dumped his wood in the brazier, then moved back over to the door and closed it, then locked it as firmly as he could. Then he moved over to the nearest window and saw about securing it some more. As he pulled the tattered curtains into place a bit more firmly, he felt a wave of wonderfully comforting warmth at his back. He turned around.

Layla was releasing renewing waves of white magic over the collection of wood he’d dumped in the brazier. Well, at least she seemed pretty competent. Just based on the little he’d encountered while fighting her, he thought that if they were to fight again, she’d give him a real run for his coin. He was definitely stronger than her, but strength wasn’t everything. She was quick. She glanced up as she finished drying the wood.

“Are you injured?” she asked.

“I don’t think so, not seriously,” he murmured, looking down at himself. His clothing was ripped and soaked.

“Why didn’t you use your weapon, during our skirmish?” she asked.

He looked down again and blinked in surprise. His sword, his midnight black blade, was still in its scabbard on his hip. “I didn’t even realize I still had it with me.”

“Lucky for me,” she replied. “You’re...very strong,” she murmured. He looked back up at her. She was staring at the wood before her, focusing on it really. It sounded like it pained her to admit that. Well, that made sense. She was clearly pretty fierce, no doubt an adventurer like him. Everything about her was a testament to the notion. In some ways, she reminded him of Bianca. He wondered, suddenly, what the demon-hunting felis was up to nowadays.

“It almost didn’t save me. You’re extremely fast,” he replied, continuing his job of securing the windows as much as he could.

His cheek still hurt, and bled slightly.

“I’ve spent a long time honing myself,” Layla murmured.

“I know the feeling,” John replied.

As he finished securing another window, there was an orange-yellow burst of light. He looked back at her. She stood before the brazier now, warming her hands. He studied her. She was in incredible shape, her form thin and lithe and athletic. She wore very little, really just a small shirt to cover her breasts, (which, he saw as he walked over to the final window and got a view of her front side, were very, very obvious in the soaking wet fabric), and a loose skirt that did little more than cover her ass and crotch. He imagined she wore it for a maximum range of motion, relying on speed rather than armor.

He felt an unexpectedly powerful burst of lust slam into him as he stared at her lithe form. Gods, she was in great shape, and she was so attractive. Her fur was a beautifully patterned orange and yellow.

His heart leaped as she looked at him suddenly. Her slit-pupil yellow eyes caught the fire, reflecting it. “Are we secure?” she asked.

“As secure as we’re going to get,” he replied, finishing with the final window and then moving over to the fire.

“I know a few basic alarm spells. I’ll set them by the windows and the door. If anything tries to get in, we’ll at least know about it,” she replied, and moved away from the fire. While she worked her magic and he warmed himself, (which he was partially regretting, as all of his body parts which had grown numb were now becoming warm again, and bringing with them new waves of pain), he looked around the cabin. There was hardly anything to work with. A broken desk, a dresser missing several drawers, a smashed table, a chair that looked so old and weathered that it likely wouldn’t support even an elf, and, interestingly, a bed that was pretty much intact. He’d slept in worse, he figured, studying it. Though if they intended to share it, it would be a tight fit…

He looked at her again.

Layla was facing away from him, and he could see the swell of her well-maintained, firm ass pushing against the skirt she wore, which was also soaking wet and clung to her body. Again, he felt a shockingly powerful bolt of lust slam into him, and he found himself desiring her more than he had desired most for a long time. He fought to control himself. Now was hardly the time to fuck. And, Gods, Yelena was still out there, and he wanted to get to her so badly. But he couldn’t. He was stuck in this shack, aching all over, his head hurting worse than a hangover, with no supplies but his soaking wet clothes and his blade.

At least Layla knew magic.

Hopefully she knew healing magic. He was still working on learning more magic. This was one of those times where knowing more magic would be really fucking useful. John groaned quietly as it felt like his entire body throbbed, but even that couldn’t keep the intense lust from his mind. Maybe it was just a reaction to the sheer insanity of the situation, now that he was somewhere theoretically safe, and the worst of it had passed.

What had even fucking happened? He still couldn’t remember. Everything was a confused mess and he just wanted to sleep. Well, he just wanted to go find Yelena, but he couldn’t, so next on the list was just pass the fuck out and not have to be awake and deal with this shit for awhile.

“I can heal you,” Layla said. “Probably not everything, but I can do a decent job.”

“I’d appreciate it,” he murmured.

She went about the room laying her magical traps, and as she did, he felt a painful jab of fear and misery as he was reminded of Yelena doing the same whenever they slept in a dangerous place. Gods, what he wouldn’t give just to know she was okay!

As she finished up, Layla came over to stand by him before the fire.

“Think the smoke will be a problem?” he murmured.

“No, there’s enough holes in the roof that we’ll be fine,” she replied. “Here, hold still. I’m going to put my hands on you, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

She reached out and laid her hands on his chest. The contact made his heart flutter and his stomach churn with desire.

Technically, he could have sex with her, if she was open to it. He was in an open relationship…

Was it right? Would that piss Yelena off? He didn’t think so, he was really fucking stressed out, and sex was pretty much the number one thing that helped him relax.

All of his thoughts ceased as Layla released a wave of magic over him, and he was filled with a deeply comforting warmth. He felt the pain all over his body lessen, though not disappear, not completely. But it was a damn sight better than what it had been.

“There,” she said.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied.

“We should work together,” she said, and then she took off her shirt, freeing her high, firm breasts. They bounced as they came out of her small shirt and this time the lust hit him so hard that he nearly lost his breath. “And we should dry our clothes by the fire,” she said, nodding to an old but serviceable laundry line that hung from the ceiling.

“Uh...y-yeah,” he replied, and took off his shirt. She hung her shirt up, then did the same with her skirt. Oh Gods, he could see her vagina and it looked so good. He wrung his shirt out on the floor and hung it up, then repeated the process with his pants, his undershorts, and his socks. He had to dump seawater from his boots. He hung up all his clothes and set his boots before the fire, and, after a moment’s consideration, set his blade on the floor, beside the bed. “I’m not, uh, sure what you want to do about sleeping arrangements...” he murmured, turning around to face her.

Layla stood in front of the fire, facing him, the fire back-lighting her and only adding to the fierce appearance she was presenting. She stared at him with wide, wild eyes, her tail lashing furiously behind her, and he felt caught in her gaze. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes. He began to say something, but she practically leaped across the shack and shoved him back onto the bed. As her body touched his and they fell into the bed together, he reacted almost on instinct. His lust overtook him, overwhelmed his mind now that she had shown her utter willingness to fuck him. She got atop him and kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her rough felis tongue in and desperately, almost furiously seeking his own.

He moved it forward and as soon as they touched, they twined and twisted together, and her taste flooded his mouth. He tasted her natural taste, mixed with smoke and seawater, and felt her damp, furry body pushing against his own. They both ran their hands over each other as they made out passionately. His hands found the swell of her firm, fit ass and he groped and squeezed it. Without thinking, one hand went up to the base of her tail, wrapped around it, and gave it a small squeeze. She let out a loud moan and went temporarily rigid, and he wondered if that had been a bad move. A woman’s tail, had she one, was usually a very intimate thing to touch.

But it seemed to only invigorate her more.

Layla reached down between them and gripped his steel-hard cock. She ran her hand up and down it for a moment, as though enjoying the simple act of touching it, and then she raised herself up, aimed it at her pussy, and lowered herself.

Both of them let out loud, low moans of primal pleasure as they began fornicating and the first burst of rapture from initial penetration hit them both. She took his entire length into herself, and oh was she wet. Good fucking Gods was she wet. And tight! Layla grabbed his shoulders as she finished settling into place atop him, then growled and began to ride him. He groaned loudly, the pleasure hitting him in waves. Parts of him hurt, ached with suffering from his time in the ocean, but he didn’t give one fuck about that.

Layla consumed his attention.

She seemed to tower above him in the flickering firelight and the close atmosphere of the tiny shack. Nude and furry and raw, she looked like a being of lust or a warrior felis deity come down for a night of wild sex with a mortal. Her firm, high breasts bounced beautifully in unison with the rest of her as she furiously rode his cock, fucking herself with it, shoving it into her pussy again and again. She growled and groaned, and no words were passed between them as they screwed like rutting animals, almost mindless in their ferocious, savage fuck session. All the thoughts were pushed soundly out of John’s head as Layla screwed him, putting her powerful hips and thighs to use. His pain seemed to fade away as she moved against him.

He reached up and groped her breasts for several moments, loving the feel of them in his grasp, loving the firm fitness of her body. Then he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. He grabbed them, digging his fingertips in, and began thrusting madly up into her. Layla let out a loud cry of rapture as he did this, shoving his cock even deeper into her, and she began going harder and faster. Beneath them, the bed creaked and groaned, and he wondered briefly if it would break. And didn’t care if it did. After another moment, his hands found her ass once more, and then her tail. This time when he wrapped his fingers around its base and squeezed, she let out a groan somewhere deep in her throat and began to orgasm almost immediately.

He cried out, this time in pain, as her claws came out and dug into his shoulders, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was lost in her orgasm, and soon, so was he. Her orgasm triggered his own and in an instant they were both coming hard, coming together, and he was shooting his seed into her, pumping her sweet felis vagina full of it. The stuff left him in hard spurts as he felt her own hot sex juices escaping her pussy, getting all over him. They both moaned and cried out and panted and grunted and shouted as they came together.

And then it was over, suddenly, and she collapsed against him.

He remembered them both panting furiously, getting their breaths back, and then he remembered a powerful wave of sleepiness washing over him. He shifted, and so did she, so that they were laying beside each other, and then the lethargy pulled him down into the dark waters of sleep, like a powerful undertow, and he knew no more.

The Misty Vixen Newsletter (February 2020)

This is exactly the reason I caution myself against going into detail about my plans for the future: it could all change within a week of making the pronouncement!

Well, let’s get into this.

WHAT HAPPENED IN JANUARY

So while I had planned for January to be this unstoppable wrecking ball of productivity…basically the opposite happened. I’ll run down a little list of shit that I did actually manage to get finished, in case you missed my post whining about all the shit I did.

  • Read over and touched up every single motherfucking synopsis for Misty Vixen and Crystal Candy titles across websites, Kindle, and Smashwords + affiliate sites.

  • Remade most of my paperbacks, inside and out, including updating the back matter to more accurately reflect the current state of affairs.

  • Updated literally every available digital title’s back matter in a similar fashion.

  • Double-checked every single page of both Misty Vixen’s and Crystal Candy’s website, checked all the links, and remade all the banners.

  • Had an epic revelation that made all my cover art roughly 300% better (I mean, I think so at least) and remade ALLLLLLL the fucking covers. (Except the Starer Pack, for obvious reasons.)

  • Finished editing the last of my backlog of content I managed to get edited by another person (My Undead Lover + Exploration + Demoness III + The Former Princess).

  • Got some cover art made.

  • Canceled Maidens & Mayhem. Might use the characters from it in something else. Also, I’m going to continue Refuge. At some point.

  • Edited and FINALLY updated Kyra’s Game, my free incest story. Just two more chapters to go!

  • Released nude versions of Aria and Elora from Alien Harem, Ellie from Haven 3, and Ellie Lennox from Royal Lust.

  • Released the first Quickie, which contains about 10,000 words worth of brand new content in the form of a follow-up short to Hellcats, and another follow-up short to Exploration!

  • Managed to get a little bit of work done on Demoness V.

  • Planned Haven 4 and began working on it.

  • Released free Kindle versions of the Valkyries Trilogy that you can download here, and also released the Complete Trilogy (with bonus content), for my 1$/month Patrons here.

  • A handful of other minor and/or useless background things.

That, combined with the fact that it’s winter, and freezing, and gets dark at fucking 5PM, and then throw in the usual list of real-life BS that crops up and me trying to have even a tiny social life, and it means that I didn’t get nearly as much done writing-wise as I’d hoped.

However, the most significant thing that happened, is that I had a revelation that has altered the course of all my plans and probably my career. For the better, I hope. If you want to read a more fleshed out explanation, check this out.

In short: I’m shifting most of my focus to Haven. To do otherwise is fucking stupid on my part. The three Haven books that are out right now, for the month of January, have accounted for roughly 60% of my income. That’s insane. In short, Haven is outselling LITERALLY EVERYTHING by a HUGE factor. Meaning that I’d be a moron not to immediately get cracking on Haven 4, and 5, and 6, and so on.

Due to this reorganization, instead of switching between titles, I’ll be focusing on Haven until it is completed. That 80/20 split I mentioned earlier? Well, now Haven will always been in the 80% of my work day until it is complete, with the 20% being the thing that changes. Right now, Demoness V is in the 20%. Obviously, it’s going to take awhile to finish at this rate, for which I apologize. However, like I said in my update relating to this, the people have spoken, and they want more Haven, so hopefully most readers will be happy. After Demoness V, I’ll likely knock out Lust & Adventure IV. Then I’ll do something Sci-Fi. I’ll also try to wrap up Kyra’s Game, and write more Refuge.

But as I’ve had time to think about this some more, I’ve realized that there’s an even larger, what could be called a tectonic, shift in the way I’ve been looking at how I want to proceed, in terms of years, not just the next few months, with Misty Vixen.

Last year, after a lot of deliberation, I ultimately decided that Misty Vixen would just be my four shared universes for the foreseeable future. I’ve been gathering ideas for other series, stand-alone series that would, in some cases, be kind of different from what I’ve written so far. Originally, I decided that I would save these ideas for another pen name, one which would receive, when I could afford it, the kind of ‘royal treatment’, in terms of editing, formatting, marketing, cover art, etc. However, having actually done some more research recently into how much this kind of treatment would cost, I discovered that it would cost somewhere between 2,000$ and 3,000$ PER FUCKING BOOK. I…can’t afford that. I just can’t. I understand the idea that you’ve got to spend money to make money, and the concept of investment, but this is beyond my grasp currently.

So it made me realize that maybe I need to stop holding onto this notion of saving my ‘good’ ideas for this next level of investment, and instead just start putting them out there. When I had that thought, it made me feel…good? Relieved? Happy?

Clearly, I want to do this. I want to write titles outside of these four universes I have established. Because the ideas that I’ve come up with and set aside aren’t just more commercially viable (i.e. more popular/what’s selling) but are also ideas that I’m really excited about. Some of them are pretty different from what I’ve written so far. Now that holding them back for special treatment under a new pen name is off the table, I don’t really have any reason not to start working on some of them.

I’m not sure yet, but I think I’ll begin working on A Warm Place in the background, as I want to turn this into a series of novels. Depending on how things shake out, I might end up wanting to take my Haven momentum forward into the other series idea I have for my Post-Apocalyptic Universe. But again, we shall see. All I know for right now is that I’m focusing on Haven.

So, onto the next part!

WHAT I HOPE HAPPENS IN FEBRUARY

  • I’m almost positive I’ll get Haven 4 out before the end of this month. Right now, it’s fully planned out, and I’ve got the first chapter written, and I have the cover art!

  • I might be able to get Quickies #2, which will cover bonus content for Wanderlust & My Undead Lover, and will contain two brand new bonus shorts featuring those protagonists, out this month.

  • I’m hoping to get another chapter of Kyra’s Game out this month, and possibly even finish it.

  • I’ll make some progress on Demoness V. I should at least get it up to 1/3, possibly even 1/2 complete.

  • I’m going to try and knock out the new cover art for the Paranormal Passions Trilogy.

That’s it. If I can work hard with a lot of consistently, I may be able to get all this shit done.

Changes & Sacrifices

Some of you may recall several months ago when I made a statement to the effect of “If I was smart, I would drop everything right now and focus on writing Haven.”

I didn’t. Instead, I wrapped up Parasexual. Then I wrote Haven 3. In the weeks that have followed its release, this statement has, if anything, come back to haunt me, and it caused me to begin reconsidering the plan that I had made for myself in December.

For as long as I’ve been speaking with my followers, I’ve maintained a few things. One is that while money isn’t everything, it is crucially important and does keep my bills paid. Another is that I’ve often attempted to find a balance between what I want to write, and what will earn me money. I still believe these hold true, and I still strive for that balance.

However, I’ve also come to learn that sacrifices need to be made if you want to be successful at something. Sometimes it’s sleep, sometimes it’s having a social life, and sometimes it’s working on one project instead of another.

And specifically, what it means right now is dropping almost everything and shifting focus to Haven.

Let me give you an idea of the events that have occurred so you can better understand why I’m doing this.

My sales began to look poor in October, and then they started to get genuinely worrying through November and into December.

January, on the other hand, if it holds steady to what it’s currently doing, will probably be in my top ten best months ever (barring the freak lightning strike in May 2018.) And it is painfully obvious why this is happening.

Haven.

Currently, the Haven series is 4 titles. So far, this month, 69 titles (that includes the A Warm Place titles), have sold in some capacity. So that means that Haven represents 5% of all titles that have sold so far this month.

Haven accounts for 61% of my total income.

Let me repeat that: FIVE PERCENT of my titles account for SIXTY PERCENT of my total income.

That is fucking insane.

They are outselling EVERYTHING by several magnitudes. To help give you a better idea, Haven 1, 2, & 3 hold the top three spots of page reads from the Kindle Unlimited, with Haven 2 holding Spot #3. Spot #4 is The Misty Vixen Starter Pack, and it has earned less than 1/4 of Haven 2’s page reads. It is THAT much of a drop-off. The chasm between Haven and everything else is vast.

Meaning that the reason I’m having a spectacular month is almost entirely because of Haven.

If I was just looking to pay my bills and have some cash leftover at the end of each month, I’d actually be pretty satisfied with where I’m at. For awhile, I was, (or at least I think so, when it comes to the past, we tend to stack the deck.) But at this point in my life, I’m not satisfied with that. I’m still not honestly looking to be mega rich, I’m not interested in having a mansion or taking insane vacations or hoarding money just for the sake of hoarding money. I have a few bigger debts I’d like to pay off, and yeah, I have some expensive things I’d like to own, (it’d be nice not to have a car that needs a major repair every four to six months), but there’s people in my life who I would really, really fucking like to be able to help out in the way that only money, and I mean real money, can. There are causes I’d love to donate to, huge, enormous tips I’d love to leave, people I’d just like to make happy. I honestly fucking love being generous for the sake of being generous when I can afford it.

I think I can get there, I can get to that level of money, if I made a few sacrifices and focused even harder on what sells. Like Haven. I think that if I put the majority of my focus into producing Haven content regularly, I might actually be able to take off. And honestly, I’m tired of living in obscurity. I’ve been doing this for five years now. It’d be nice if I could be one of those people that gets fucking a hundred reviews within a few weeks of launching, you know?

I know there’s a few ways to go about this. One way is to game the system like Eric Vall and hire a team of ghost writers to pump out books for four or five different series. (I obviously don’t know for a fact that that’s what they’re doing, but come on, I don’t think it’s physically possible to pump out a 150,000 word novel EVERY FUCKING WEEK for A YEAR STRAIGHT. Like, genuinely, it’s not possible for one human to do.) Another is to do it like Jan Stryvant and focus on one series that’s already taken off. That one seems much more doable, and feels much more within my grasp.

So this is what I’m going to do.

Since I don’t want to just straight-up abandon working on literally anything else, I’m going to continue doing the 80-20 split. My 80% work will be Haven. My 20% will be whatever other project I’ve chosen to take on. Right now, that means Demoness V, and then probably Lust & Adventure IV since I’d really like to get that out of the way. Then maybe a few Quickies, and then something Sci-Fi. But my point is that I’ll now be aiming to get a new Haven novel out once a month until it’s done. After that, I think I may actually take on A Warm Place, since I feel strongly about that series, and I think it might do even better than Haven.

To those of you who were looking forward to basically anything else besides Haven, I am sorry. I hope the compromise I’ve tried to make with the 80-20 split is acceptable. But, honestly, I guess I feel like in one way, I’m doing this for the fans. The fans vote with their wallets on what sells, and the vote is in: Haven wins.

Useless Updates + Crystal Candy Stuff

I’ve been suffering for the past week, getting NO writing done, because once again I found myself falling down the rabbit hole that is updating all my fucking content.

So you can probably ignore this because I just felt like complaining.

Since it was the 5 year anniversary, I decided to kind of clean everything up a bit more thoroughly.

I touched up all the cover art, including the covers that have yet to be remade. Even though I am working to get them remade, it will still take time, several months, probably into May or June. I figured I might as well take the hour or so of effort necessary to bring the older cover art in line with the newer cover art, since it looks WAY better. This includes the entire A Warm Place series, and the Refuge covers. They’ve all been remade.

I checked over both this website and my Crystal Candy website, making sure all the links work, remaking all the banners, reading over everything and making sure there were no errors and rewording things here and there.

I updated my back matter again to further reflect the current state of affairs. I also basically remade EVERY story to republish to the Kindle for a number of reasons: updated back matter, to capitalize on the number of corrections I’ve made here and there as I’ve caught them or they’ve been pointed out to me, everything from accidental double-spaces, misspellings, factual errors, stuff like that, and also for more unity in terms of formatting.

I basically did the same thing for my paperbacks. I would like to point out not ALL the paperbacks, just the ones that have finalized cover art. For example, Paranormal Passions paperbacks haven’t been updated, same with Desire.

I double-checked all the synopsis for every single story, both on the site and on the Kindle, (and Smashwords and, through there, the other sites the handful of stories are available on), and also on the backs of the paperbacks.

I also finally got through editing My Undead Lover, so that’s up.

In terms of backlog editing, I’ve basically given up, because at some point I realized that even if I manage to find someone to help me regularly, I’ll never fucking keep up with my own output, not at this point. So now I’ve just got Exploration, Demoness III, and The Former Princess to look over, as they are the last of the stories I managed to get looked over by another person before giving up. On that note, if you’re reading any of my titles and come across any error of any kind, I would absolutely accept and appreciate it if you shot me an e-mail about that. A few people have done that and it’s been extremely appreciated and helpful.

I pulled a lot of really late nights doing this, just because I wanted so desperately to get it done and out of the fucking way, because it’s not just a huge time-suck, but also just a brain-melter. I feel goddamned braindead after doing this stuff.

Plus it means I don’t write.

Now, about Crystal Candy.

So, before you get your hopes up, I’m still keeping things quiet for right now in regards to writing Crystal Candy stuff. Sorry.

A WARM PLACE. I did go through and re-upload new covers and slightly updated versions of A Warm Place. I still like that series, and I figure I’ll say it now. I have decided to rewrite A Warm Place and re-release it as a series of novels under Misty Vixen. However, this is still a ways off. I’m not actually sure when I’ll begin doing this. I’d like to get farther along in my other works for the moment. As for specifics, it will follow Chris, be written in first person, begin sometime before the current series, and continue to some point after it, with the first series now serving as the middle. Basically, I want to recreate the style I established while writing that series, just much more fleshed out, more character development, more events, more survival stuff, etc.

MAIDENS & MAYHEM. I have opted to cancel this series. If you were reading it, I am sorry. Although I do appreciate the idea I had going, I just couldn’t bring myself to care about it. That’s almost never happened before. It was part of the reason I ultimately decided to put Crystal Candy on hiatus. So I’ve just decided to cancel it. Although I do like the characters and I do want to do some kind of fantasy-setting story, so I think I’ll, at some point, do a much more survival-based story. We’ll see.

REFUGE. I still really like this series and want to keep going with it. Given the amount of time that’s passed, I’m going to go back and re-read/edit what I’ve already written, and then continue working on it. However, it will be at a much slower pace. And given this slower pace, I’ll go ahead and edit whatever I put out before I put it out.

After taking a look through my catalog of ideas for Crystal Candy, I ended up axing most of them, because I realized that they were either quick & dirty versions of ideas I want to do elsewhere, and I should just save it for when I get to those ideas, or they were like Maidens & Mayhem: cool in theory, but not for me. For example, I axed the modern stuff, since I honestly can’t bring myself to care about it enough. I still intend to do the horror story, and I am feeling the urge to write like a caveman story, with some fantasy elements. Beyond that, who can say? I’m definitely relegating Crystal Candy to a side project that I’ll get to when I can.

That’s it really. I’m still hoping to get Demoness V out by the end of the month, with work going into finishing Kyra’s Game, and publishing the first two or three Quickies, and Lust & Adventure IV, which will become my main project after Demoness V. And then once all that shit’s done, Haven 4, full steam ahead.

5 Years Later (Newsletter 2020)

I’ve been writing for about five years now.

Technically speaking, I released my very first title, Hellcats: Six Foot Ten, on September 23, 2014. And I managed to release a handful of other titles before the end of the year, but I don’t really consider my ‘career’, inasmuch as I can call this clusterfuck a career, started until the beginning of 2015. It is now January 1st, 2020, which means I’ve been at this with mostly unbroken consistency for five long years.

What have I managed to do in those five years?

Well, I managed to write…

  • 3 novellas

  • 8 short stories

  • 41 novels

  • 2 collections

  • Over a dozen other shorts in the form of bonus content that I don’t otherwise count.

  • Roughly 6 novels as Crystal Candy.

That’s over like 2,000,000 words. When I look back at everything that’s happened over the past half-decade, I largely feel two things.

The first is that I’m amazed it’s worked out as well as it has.

The second is…am I fucking ever going to get stability and consistency? (Personally and professionally speaking.)

Although 2019 was not as bad as 2018, I still feel like it had more downs than ups, and that I’ve largely just been trying to recover from the damage that was done in 2018. (More went on behind the scenes than I let on.)

But now the decade is over, and a new decade has begun, and for the last portion of the year, I felt like I have finally, finally begun getting my shit back together. Like a prologue of the year to come. With this in mind, let’s take a look ahead at what I intend to bring you in 2020.

  • HAVEN. 2020 is going to be, largely, the year of Haven. My primary focus is going to be writing this series. Besides it being my strongest seller, I have a really good idea of where I want to go with it, where I want it to end, and how to get there. At present, I’m looking at there being nine novels, but that could change, so don’t set your hearts on that number. There’s a lot to do: places to explore, monsters and assholes to fight and kill, relationships to develop, people to save, things to build. I don’t know if it will be possible to finish Haven within the next twelve months, but I am intending to try.

  • QUICKIES. So, I’ve talked about this before, and I’m going ahead with it. In short, the Quickies will be collections of short stories that have been written to serve as bonus content to spruce up my collected works. I think it’s pretty reasonable to not want to repurchase those titles for 10$ just to get your hands on a few short stories, and I want to give people a chance to buy just the short stories if they’ve already read the works in question. This will also give me a chance to write brand new, exclusive material for series that I have long since finished. So here’s how it will work. Each Quickies collection will collect all existing bonus content relating to at least two series and/or titles, usually more. It really depends on just how much there is. They will cost 2.99$, and will not be enrolled in the KU, unfortunately, because I’m not sure about Amazon’s policy for re-publishing shit and I just don’t want to invoke their wrath on accident. To give you an example, I’ll tell you the specifics of the first one. Quickies #1 will have every bonus short ever written relating to Hellcats and to Exploration. It will also have two completely original short stories, one related to Hellcats, one related to Exploration, never before seen and exclusive to these collections. I’ll be creating one brand new short story for nearly every title I have ever written, including The Misty Vixen Starter Pack and the Freebies, so if you’ve had something you’ve been wanting to see how it turned out, keep an eye out for these. If you have any questions, please ask.

  • SCIENCE FICTION. I plan on bouncing back and forth between projects, given that I had adopted a strategy of working on two projects simultaneously, and it’s worked out well so far. Basically, I write 4,000 words a day for my main project, and 1,000 words a day for my next project. As a result, by the time I’ve wrapped up my primary project, I’m already a quarter to a third done with my secondary project! I’m hoping this will accelerate my publishing schedule. And because I don’t want to burn out, I’ll be working on something that isn’t Haven in between writing Haven novels. After getting a few things I need to get written and published out of the way, I intend to turn my attention to something in my Sci-Fi Universe. I’m not yet sure what that will be, though I have a strong contender. Mainly, I want to do this because I miss Sci-Fi. I haven’t written a single Sci-Fi thing for just over two years at this point!

Okay, now, this is the part where I get long-winded and run over everything in all four of my shared universes. If you don’t care, feel free to skip. But if you’re interested in a sort of sneak peek at where I am right now with my stories and universes and ideas, then keep reading and hopefully be wowed!

PARANORMAL UNIVERSE

  • PARANORMAL PASSIONS: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • PARASEXUAL: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • PINK: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

FANTASY UNIVERSE

  • WANDERLUST: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • MY UNDEAD LOVER: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • LUST & ADVENTURE: I intend to write one more novel and a Quickie short.

  • LARGE & LOVELY: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • LAY OF THE LAND (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • SNAKESKIN: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • ROYAL LUST: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short. Though I do intend to use the characters in future series extensively.

  • ADVENTUROUS: This will be a full-blown series. Not sure when I’ll get to work on it.

  • WOMEN OF THE WILD: This will also be a full-blown series. After I’ve written Haven and something Sci-Fi, I will likely make this my priority.

  • UNTITLED FREE INCEST STORY: The next free, website-exclusive story (series?) I intend to write, is about a deeply loving relationship between a young man and his beautiful mature mother. I hope to get to this in 2020.

POST-APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE

  • SEX & SURVIVAL: I’ve finally decided, done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • THE PALE REDHEAD: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • A NEW WORLD (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • HAVEN: I intend to finish this series this year.

  • UNTITLED SERIES: I’ve mentioned this before. It’s kind of similar to Haven, in that it has base-building elements and a harem of women, but it hits a particular fetish really, really hard and I think a lot of people will really like it. I know I will. No idea how long this series will be, but surely not longer than Haven. And unless something changes, I may put this universe to sleep after this series for a long while. We’ll see.

SCIENCE FICTION UNIVERSE

  • HELLCATS: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • EXPLORATION: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • ALIEN HAREM: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • AMAZONIAN’S LOVE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • VALKYRIES: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short. Also, I need to get a Kindle version of this available somehow. May make it available through the website, may make it a reward for 1$/month tier Patrons. Not sure yet.

  • BLIND DATE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • DESIRE: Done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • LIKE A SEX TOY (THE MISTY VIXEN STARTER PACK): I know I mentioned earlier that I was going to rework this into the beginning of a new series, and although I do intend to write that new series still, I’m just going to use original characters instead of trying to maneuver this into something else. So, done except for a Quickie exclusive short.

  • KYRA’S GAME: Gonna wrap this up soon.

  • WILD DISCOVERY: I’ve spoken of this in the past. This may be the one I settle on to write, but I’m not so sure. It features more hardcore survival. The way I write stories has changed significantly since I originally envisioned this and sketched a few plans, so it needs to be reworked.

  • UNTITLED SERIES: This one is the likeliest candidate to get written next. It’s in the vein of Hellcats and Valkyries, just much better paced and written. Kind of like how Parasexual was basically an idealized Paranormal Passions. Looking forward to this one.

  • UNTITLED SERIES: Another one that hits a particular kink particularly hard. This one will definitely be slice-of-live versus out in the wild survival. One of my newer ideas. Still not sure if I can make it work. If I do, it’ll likely be shorter stuff, maybe 30-40,000 word titles.

  • UNTITLED SERIES: Have you ever heard of hurt-comfort? From what I gather, it’s a genre that’s about really miserable, unhappy people comforting each other. That’s what this series is about. Imagine Paranormal Passions, but in a sci-fi setting, and more coherent, and more unhappy, with each character getting their own, unique damage! Sounds fun, I’m sure. This idea hit me really hard, and it would be more a work of passion than anything else. I’m admittedly a little scared to tackle this one, because I get worried about fucking it up.

And that’s it. That’s everything. Well, not EVERYTHING, but that’s just about everything I’ve got for Misty Vixen for the foreseeable future. Obviously, I’ve got a lot left to write. And I have WAY more ideas for other pennames. Speaking of that, you’re probably wondering about Crystal Candy. Well, I’m sorry to say that I’m keeping her retired for the moment. I still certainly have ideas that I don’t think would fit anywhere else, but my work with Misty Vixen is just too important, and any spare time I do have is being used to gear up for far bigger plans that I have for the future…

Largest Sale/Giveaway Ever!

So, I’m doing what is sure to be the largest sale/giveaway I’ve ever done in my five years of writing stuff.

This is a two-fold deal, so I’ll start with the one that my fans are probably most interested in.

ALL OF MY COLLECTIONS ARE GOING TO BE .99¢.

Several of my titles are also going to be free.

This will start at midnight on Christmas, and end midnight on the 29th (as the 29th becomes the 30th). These are rough estimates, as I’m having to do all the collection pricing manually, (so hey, some may be available at that price right now), and because of time zones and stuff like that. But that’s the gist of it.

Spread the word and enjoy!

Quick Updates

So, first and foremost, Haven 3 is out!

 
 

eBook here. Paperback here. Alternate nude version of cover here.

I think this might be a new record for me. I wrote, edited, and published Haven 3 in about three weeks. Which is fucking insane. Also very draining, because I was also working on Demoness V at the same time. And trying to live my life, too.

So what’s next?

Well, the fact that it’s winter and that I just wrote a novel in three weeks means that I need to tone things down for a little bit. Traditionally, I take a break at the end of the year. Like, I just stop doing shit. At the moment, I can’t really afford to do that, so instead there’s going to be a bit of a compromise.

First and foremost, I’m going to keep working on Demoness V. Not at the breakneck pace I wrote Haven 3 at, but appreciable progress will be made every week. I still hope to get it out in January, though probably late January.

In the background, I also intend to put some real work into the first of the Quickies collections, and Kyra’s Game. I’m making finishing that one up a relative priority. I also am trying to wrap up a few irritating little glitches that are beyond my control. Some of my paperback and ebook version aren’t linked on Amazon, and Haven doesn’t actually have a series page yet, for some reason. Not to mention, Parasexual: Epilogue hasn’t been added to the Parasexual series, even though I marked it as the sixth title. Stuff like that.

The biggest change I’ve been making is cover art. Basically, lightning struck apparently, (metaphorically speaking), and I suddenly had an idea to make my covers look a lot better. I don’t really know why I haven’t been doing this for awhile now. Since inspiration struck, I’ve been going through and updating everything, ebook and paperbacks. All the ones that I can update should be changed by now.

Here’s a quick list of the updated titles.

  • HELLCATS

  • ALIEN HAREM

  • FREEBIES

  • DEMONESS

  • WOMEN OF THE WILD

  • WANDERLUST

  • MY UNDEAD LOVER

  • ROYAL LUST

  • EXPLORATION

  • AMAZONIAN’S LOVE

  • HAVEN

  • PARASEXUAL

Here’s a quick list of what remains to be updated, which I hope to do as quickly as possible, but does take time and money.

  • DESIRE

  • LUST & ADVENTURE

  • ADVENTUROUS

  • SEX & SURVIVAL

  • PARANORMAL PASSIONS

  • VALKYRIES

After that, all the titles will finally be up-to-snuff!

Okay, quick recap with a few more added facts, roughly in intended chronological order.

  • Publish Demoness V.

  • Assemble (at least) the first two Quickies.

  • Finish Kyra’s Game.

  • Publish Haven 4.

  • Publish Lust & Adventure IV.

With the completion of Kyra’s Game and Lust & Adventure IV, I will officially be caught up. I’ve decided against writing another Sex & Survival, and although technically I’ll still have four series in progress (Haven, Demoness, Adventurous, and Women of the Wild), I don’t consider them loose ends to be tied off. Each is a series in its own right that will require significant investment. I’ll talk about this more in a big 2020 ‘look ahead’ post on January 1st, but I intend to finish the Haven series next year, and begin work on a brand new sci-fi series alongside it.

Finally, I’ll be doing a big, giant giveaway starting tomorrow!

Haven 3 Preview!

So, good news, I’m making good progress with Haven 3! As of right now, I’d say it’s a little under halfway done, and despite being sick and, at times, overwhelmed, I’ve manage to hit my word count every single day since the beginning! So I’m on track to release this month.

For now, here’s the first chapter.

If you want to read both Chapter One & Two, you can do so over on my Patreon if you’re a 1$/month Patron.


David walked into the abandoned campgrounds that were now his home, passing slowly through the main gate.

He took a deep breath, held the chilled air in his lungs, and let it out slowly in a puff of haze.

He felt good. Despite everything, despite the cold and the somewhat precarious situation they found themselves in and the potential threat of attack day and night...he felt good. Elated, actually. He continued his slow walk in between the initial few structures, which still remained abandoned. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that day that the thieves had made their assault on his home, and had successfully been repelled.

For the time being at least.

He felt like that moment had been a good call to arms and it was then he had made up his mind to go after them. Unfortunately, the world had different plans. That night, a bad storm had begun, and it hadn’t let up for three solid days. They’d all pretty much been stuck in their cabins, snowed in, waiting for the worst of it to pass. It let up on the fourth day, but then barely twenty four hours had gone by before another blizzard descended on them. And so it had gone for two whole weeks. Even during the lulls in the storms, when they had the opportunity to leave, all of their time was taken up by tasks necessary to stay alive.

Chopping firewood. Melting snow for water. Hunting game for food. Making crucial repairs to the inhabited buildings to keep the cold out and the warmth in. Even when he managed to get away from the campgrounds, it was only to hunt the surrounding buildings for supplies. They were having to go farther and farther out at this point. He usually went with either Cait, Ellie, or Ashley. Surprisingly, Ellie had stuck around for most of the two weeks. Although she’d disappeared about four days ago and had yet to return.

He thought she’d gotten cabin fever, or maybe she was just sick of them.

David walked up to the first of the places he intended to visit this morning. He had just finished taking a little stroll around the exterior of the campgrounds, making sure nothing was out there, nothing lurking. Besides a few zombies stumbling around off in the distance, he didn’t see anything. He stepped up to one of the cabins and knocked on the door.

A moment later it opened up and the old man who had initially been living with Ashley and her family answered. David had come to know him as Paul. He, his wife, and the young child they had essentially adopted and were now caring for had taken up residence in one of the cabins. Paul smiled as soon as he saw him.

“David,” he said.

“Hello, Mister Walsh. How are you doing today?” David replied.

“Fine, David. And I believe I asked you to call me Paul, and you agreed to that. I’ve already got enough reminders of how old I am.”

David chuckled. “Sorry, habit of mine. Do you need anything, Paul?”

“Yes, actually. We’re running low on firewood. I went to get some at sunrise, but the bin’s empty. I would’ve chopped some, but you and Evelyn advised us not to go out unless we absolutely had to...not that I’m necessarily complaining. I’ve had enough outdoors and winter to last me for the rest of my life, all six months of it,” he replied, laughing softly. That was another thing he was getting used to: Paul’s dark sense of humor. Hell, not just his but his wife’s and the other older woman who had since moved in.

They were always joking about death.

He supposed it was one way to deal with it.

“I’ll make sure you get some firewood. Anything else?” David asked, pulling out the notebook he’d found and started carrying around for this. Doing morning rounds had become part of his routine at this point.

“No, we’re good otherwise. Thank you for checking in, and, uh, thank you again for taking us all in. It’s very, very appreciated. And if there’s anything either myself or Martha can do to help out, please don’t hesitate to tell us. I admit it’s been nice getting my breath back after all the madness, but before long it’s going to feel strange, not pulling my own weight.”

“You could consider this retirement,” David replied, replacing the notebook after making the notation.

Paul snorted ruefully. “Son, we don’t get to retire anymore. Retirement is a long dirt nap, nowadays.”

“I guess so,” David murmured. “When I think of something, I’ll let you know, I promise.” Because he could understand that. It’d feel weird, living with other people and not doing anything in return. In a world where it felt like everyone always needed to pitch in, where it seemed like there was often more work than workers, the need to get shit done was powerful. Especially if you felt like you were sitting on your ass at the expense of other people. But for now the place was running pretty smoothly. Although he did intend to get more organized, and soon, he just...kept getting distracted. Living in close proximity to five women who were all highly sexual and highly interested in you tended to be very...exhausting.

On top of dating Evelyn, April, and Cait, Ellie usually jumped him once a day or so, and Ashley had revealed herself to be downright amorous. She was one horny fucking woman, and she seemed to have taken a particular liking to him. And to Ellie. And interestingly, it seemed like Ellie was returning that interest. More than once they’d gone off on their own. And he’d had to hear about it from her parents more than once.

David stepped up to the next cabin and knocked. This time, Jim Carlson, the man who he had helped at the abandoned gas station a few weeks ago, answered.

“Hello, David,” he said.

“Hello, Jim,” David replied, remembering that Jim had told him something similar about what to call him. “How’s everything going this morning?”

“Good, for the most part. We need more food, though.” He looked a little embarrassed. “I thought I’d been doing a decent job taking care of it, but two kids, one of them being a damned teenager...they can eat.”

“Yeah I remember what it was like,” David murmured.

“Amanda’s on guard duty now and I intended to go hunting.”

David considered his words. It was interesting. It wasn’t exactly a question, but it wasn’t exactly a statement, either. At this point, he and Evelyn and now Cait, too, were sort of seen as leaders of the community. People weren’t coming to them for everything, but...they asked a lot questions. They all clearly wanted to be part of a community, and all that went with that.

“I haven’t seen anything around but some zombies in the distance,” David replied finally. “I guess, let Amanda know when you leave and where you’re going, and it’d be great if you didn’t go too far. We haven’t seen those assholes for two weeks, but...they know where we are.”

“Yeah,” Jim muttered. “I hear you.”

“All right. Good luck on hunting. I’ll make sure to bring some food over today.”

“Thanks.”

David glanced at the main building as he began crossing to the next cabin to check on their only new arrivals since they’d invited Ashley’s group and Jim’s group to live with them. He was starving, and on the way out, he’d smelled bacon frying up in the kitchen. He figured either Evelyn was making breakfast. He wanted to eat. But no breakfast yet. He walked over to the next cabin and knocked on the door.

Ann was a pretty hardcore older woman. Although she was, he guessed, in her sixties, she had not only been taking care of three kids by herself since the village fell, but managed to make it to them during a blizzard about a week ago. The place they had been staying at had been attacked by a small horde of zombies and the resulting battle, which she had been winning, had caused a fire, forcing them to abandoned the property.

She already knew about their little setup here, and so she’d led the children off through the snowstorm, and had actually made it there. She was still pretty fit and capable, and had proven it since showing up. Although she spent a lot of her time tending to the three children she’d basically adopted, she also had no problem pulling guard duty, helping when the occasional zombie or other mutated monster showed up, chopping firewood, or making repairs around the place. She was definitely extremely helpful.

She answered her door promptly and looked a little worried. “Oh, David, good. I just wanted to let you know that one of the kids is sick. I don’t think it’s anything serious, just a cough and a fever right now, but I’m going to go get some medicine.”

“All right. Let me know if they get any worse.”

“I will,” she said.

“Do you need anything else today?”

“No, we’re fine for other supplies. Thank you.”

She headed off for the main structure, where they kept their stores of supplies: food, clean water, medicine, weapons. He looked at the cabin across from him, the one nearest to the main office on the right side, where Ashley and her family lived. He always felt uncomfortable talking with either of her parents. Although, to his knowledge, they didn’t know he was banging the fuck out of their daughter on a regular basis, he felt they probably suspected heavily. It had to be awkward. He also wasn’t sure how they felt about his current relationship status. Living around inhumans was one thing, dating more than one of them was quite another. Although it might not be very obvious to the casual observer that he and April were dating, given her shyness, it was certainly common knowledge that he and Cait and Evelyn were dating.

They both had no problem kissing him on the mouth frequently and visibly.

Not that he had a problem with it.

Ashley was at least attempting to be discreet, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. Either she was embarrassed to be seen with him because it would make her parents uncomfortable, or because it would make her uncomfortable, or because he was so obviously in a relationship with at least two other women, or something else entirely. But she’d been a little more...careless, lately. Especially with Cait. They kissed a lot, too, and not always behind what might be considered closed doors. Not that he minded that, either.

Speaking of which, the front door to Ashley’s family’s cabin opened up as he approached and the woman herself came out.

“Hey you,” she said brightly as they came to stand together.

“Hey, Ash, how are you doing? I was just coming to see if you or your family needs anything,” David replied.

“Aren’t you sweet? No, we’re fine. I just got done checking that myself. I intended to ask Ellie or Cait if they wanted to go out and do some hunting or exploration today,” she said.

“Cait just got off nightwatch,” David replied. They began walking towards the main office.

“Oh, right. Well, just Ellie, then...fuck, she isn’t here, is she? I just remembered. She didn’t show up at any time last night, did she?”

“I...” he hesitated, thinking about it. “I don’t think so. But you know her, she can sneak in and out with a little too much ease.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

As they walked in and headed upstairs into the kitchen and dining area, David laughed softly. A certain blue-furred jag was sitting at the table. He could tell immediately that Ellie was agitated, between the look on her face and the way her tail twitched back and forth. Across the hall, through the open window that looked into it, David spied Ann talking with Evelyn, who was finishing up making breakfast.

“Ellie! I’m so glad you’re here,” Ashley said.

Ellie smiled warmly and it seemed to break through her agitation and unease for a moment. “Hello, Ashley. I missed you, too.”

“I was just going to ask if we could go on another excursion today.”

She opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated and her smile faded. “I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.” She looked squarely at David. “You and I need to talk. Alone.”

He felt a chill splash his guts. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing immediately dangerous, just...a serious talk we need to have. Have you had breakfast yet?” she asked.

“No, not yet.”

“Okay. We’ll eat, and then we can take a walk.”

“...all right,” David replied. He was tempted to try and get it out of her here and now, but immediately shot that idea down. No way he was getting Ellie to tell him even a single thing before she was good and ready to. Well great, now he had that responsibility dumped in his lap. Hopefully it wasn’t too serious, whatever it was...what could it be? He had the idea that it had something to do with their...relationship? Did they have a relationship? Ellie was strange. She had no problem having sex, but also clearly kept him, and everyone else except for Cait and perhaps now Ashley, at arm’s length. He respected her desires and privacy, but…

It was getting kind of frustrating.

But he had his own problems. Like being in a four-way relationship in a post-apocalyptic landscape while trying to maintain a quartet of families attempting to form a community. Too often, he felt like he simply didn’t have time for everyone. Speaking of which…

“Where’s April?”

“Still in bed,” Evelyn called. “With Cait.”

“Oh. Okay then,” David said. “I’m going to go...check on them.”

“Don’t get distracted,” Ellie said, and her tone indicated that she was serious about getting a move on. He just sighed and nodded. He’d had wake-up sex with Evelyn, but he was still horny. He jogged upstairs and listened closely as he made his way down the hallway, towards April’s bedroom. He didn’t hear anything, although as he drew very close to her door, which was almost closed, he heard quiet conversation.

Things had been going well with April, he thought. She was very kind to him, and clearly liked him a lot, though she still seemed very awkward. Which he understood. He’d taken the time over the past few weeks to build her a bookshelf out of scrap lumber laying around, and thought he’d done a pretty good job putting it together, even managing to sand it down. He’d also managed to find and give her close to a dozen books so far. He had to admit, she had certainly incentivized him to do so, thanking him vigorously in her own way each time he brought one. It always resulted in a wonderfully intense orgasm for both of them.

He knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Cait called sleepily.

He opened the door and stepped in. “Hello, David,” she said, and yawned.

“Hi,” April said, smiling tiredly.

“How are you doing today?” he asked. April had been prone to bouts of weakness and exhaustion over the past few days. She’d explained it was a combination of her anemia and insomnia, and her tendency to get too involved in her projects to remember to eat properly.

“I definitely need more sleep today,” she replied. She giggled. “Especially after what Cait just did to me.”

“I’m sorry I missed it,” he replied.

“Me too, but...I’ve still got enough energy to perform again, you know,” Cait said, smirking tiredly at him.

He groaned. “It is...so fucking tempting, it truly is, but Ellie has demanded my presence and warned me not to dawdle.”

“Oh, she’s back?” Cait asked. “I must’ve missed her on my way in.”

“I think she just got here.”

“Well, I know how she gets when she’s in one of her moods. Don’t let us keep you. Come wake me up for a bang when you’re free though. You know I’m always ready for you, handsome,” she said. She looked beyond sexy right now, the blankets almost, but not quite, covering up her large, bare breasts, her face slicked with sweat, her red hair a wild mess as she laid beside an equally nude April, who had a very satisfied look on her face.

“I promise I will,” he replied. “Have a good sleep, my lovers.”

“Be dreaming of you, I’m sure, David,” Cait said.

It was hard, but he left them, closing the door behind him and heading back downstairs. Damn did he want to fuck right now! Cait was an exceptional lover. Not that he didn’t appreciate Evelyn or April. Although if Ellie was pulling him off somewhere, he’d absolutely love to be inside of her. He wouldn’t say it out loud but…

She had the best pussy, so far.

Good fucking God did she have such an amazing vagina. And she could fuck. Oh could that woman fuck so good.

An uncomfortably powerful erection accompanied him by the time he headed into the kitchen. Ann had since left, and now Evelyn was finishing up the meal. He could hear Ellie and Ashley chatting in the dining room.

“Hey, honey. I assume all’s well out there?” Evelyn asked.

“Yeah, although Jim’s family needs more food, and Paul’s almost out of firewood, and we are out of firewood. Jim’s going hunting, too,” he reported.

Evelyn sighed. “I guess it’s for the best. I intend to deal with the firewood problem today. It’s what I’m going to do for the next several hours, in fact. Ellie popped in before sitting at the table. We had a conversation. She’s going to have a similar conversation with you when you go out for a walk with her.”

“What does she want to talk about? I’m nervous,” David asked.

“She asked me not to tell you. It’s...important, I’ll say that. She wants to put it in her own words. Just listen to her, talk with her. She’s smart and she knows what she’s talking about. It involves all of us here. Now, help me carry this food in.”

“All right,” he replied after a few seconds. He really wanted to know more, but he’d just have to wait. Evelyn leaned down and gave him a kiss, and then they began gathering up the food she’d prepared. It was mostly bacon and scrambled eggs and hashbrowns, all of it gotten from the farm. Their deal had worked out nicely so far. He thought about his relationship with Evelyn as they set the table for breakfast.

She was...patient. Which was good, given how busy they both were. He thought it helped that it was her bed that he came to almost every night. They’d finished their project last week, building a custom-made bed frame big enough for her and him, (and one or two others), and then they’d spent a few hours breaking it in. He was glad they hadn’t literally broken it, because they had gone pretty rough. Especially when Cait and Ellie had jumped in at one point. And April. And then Ashley, later on. Such a fuck that had been.

They were getting along well, and mainly she seemed to want to just be around him. It didn’t really matter what they were doing, so long as it was together. Consequently, he found himself happily patrolling outside, chopping firewood, making repairs to the cabins, or taking long walks to check out abandoned buildings in her company. Sometimes they had long, pleasant conversations. Sometimes they walked in lengthy bouts of companionable silence. That sense of intimacy, of connection, had only strengthened over the past few weeks.

He and Evelyn set the table, and the four of them began to dish out food for themselves. Feeling the press of time and knowing that he had a lot of walking ahead of him, David didn’t go too heavy on the food. That, and he was actually pretty eager to get going. It had been several days since his last real excursion beyond the fences that surrounded the campgrounds, and surprisingly, he was itching to go out. Plus, he really wanted to know what was so important that Ellie had to tell him, herself, alone. He wasn’t sure whether to be excited or nervous, though from what Evelyn had said, he didn’t think it was anything to get excited for. Like sex.

They all considered sex important, sure, but probably not in the context she had placed it in. Or maybe he was totally off base and it was something sexual? Maybe she wanted to be in a relationship with him? He was even less sure about that one. It seemed more unlikely. This was the problem with having no fucking information. David just made himself relax, eat, and be patient. He’d find out soon enough.

“So what are you guys actually like doing out there that I can’t come too?” Ashley asked eventually.

“David and I have something important to discuss,” Ellie replied.

“Oh really? Is it serious? Are you two serious now? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” Ashley asked, smirking.

“No,” Ellie replied simply. Well, that answered that. Unless she just didn’t want to admit it to Ashley.

“Yeah, I guess he’s got enough of those, huh?” she asked, still with that smirk.

David sighed. Ashley had a habit of teasing him a lot. He glanced at Evelyn. She winked at him and then turned to Ashley. “Is that your not-so-subtle way of saying you’re interested in taking things to the next level with David?”

“What?” she asked, startled, immediately losing her smirk. “No. That’s not-no. I’m happy with the way things are.”

Both Evie and Ellie laughed.

“Not so fun to be on the other end, huh?” David asked.

She sighed heavily. “Whatever. Just don’t take too long fucking out there in the woods. I want another expedition today.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Ellie replied, and finished off her meal. She began to say something else and then her gaze jerked to the side, her eyes widening. “There’s a mouse,” she said.

David looked over and saw a little white mouse scurrying across the floor. “Oh, hey! There you are,” he said, and plucked a piece of bacon off his plate. He tossed it onto the floor in the mouse’s path. The mouse hesitated and put its little nose up in the air. It twitched a few times, then it regarded them cautiously for a few seconds, then it began scurrying over to the bacon.

“You know this mouse?” Ellie asked.

“Yes. This is Frostbite. He lives here,” Evelyn replied.

“He showed up last week. Caught him in the pantry, trying to get into our food. Luckily, we’re adamant about sealing it up, so he didn’t get in, but we feed him now,” David said.

“He’s smart. And brave. He’s learned to come ask for food during mealtimes, usually when I’m preparing. I guess he was outside while I was cooking today,” Evelyn murmured.

“So you’ve got a pet now?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. He lives here and we named him and we feed him. Although he seems pretty independent,” David replied.

“Huh. Well, okay then.”

She sat back and crossed her arms, waiting impatiently for David to finish. So he did, tossing what was left of his meal into his mouth. He kissed Evelyn and then when she complained, went for a kiss with Ashley as well. She grabbed his shirtfront and pulled him into a hard, long kiss on the mouth. Before she fully released him, she looked up at him and said, “We haven’t fucked for two days, David. You’d better fix that soon.”

“Uh...yeah, I can do that,” he replied.

She laughed and released him. “Good.”

Ellie was already on her feet. “We should go.”

“All right, let me get my gear,” David replied, and hurried upstairs.


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