Don't Even Think About Fucking Them

Due to Google policies, I have had to remove the audio link.

Set in my world of Jahi's Invasion, a courier ends up spending the night at a research facility where Monster Women are kept as test subjects. His curiosity gets the better of him as the temptation to have his way with a captured Sex Monster overcomes his reason.

This is my first audio to make use of Sound Effects, hopefully its not too terrible. (This includes two very short animal sound effects, but this is NOT a beast-related audio.)

For those who aren't comfortable with a male voice reading, the script us provided here:

Helping a Friend (audio by Sunnydale_Bound)

Sunnydale Bound has filled a Sex Mage script I put out a little bit ago!

Check it out here, and leave a comment if you like it!

Jahi's Invasion: The Roleplaying Game

Jahi's Invasion is now a Roleplaying Game! Play as a psionic Superhuman, alien Idol, vicious Emerald Elf, or rebellious Djinn, struggling against the forces of Jahi's Sex Monster Women!

Download the ebook here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/767563

This ebook has a Pick Your Price feature, meaning that if you want, you can download it for free, but if you enjoy my work and wish to give me a tip, consider purchasing the book for whatever amount you feel comfortable with. ($0.99 minimum if you decide to purchase.)

The book does make use of internal hyperlinks, and page breaks have been spaced for PDF use ideally, but should work in any format that allows for them.

Let me know if any of you are actually crazy enough to play this! :P

UPDATE: A new version has been uploaded!

Please Let Me Cum! A Simple Sex Mage RPG

PLEASE LET ME CUM!

A Simple Sex Mage RPG

A silly, Sex Mage World themed RPG! Why anyone in their right mind would want to play such a thing is beyond me, but damned if I don’t try to cram Sex Mages into every medium there is! This is a simple and straightforward game in the spirit of those "One Page RPG" projects. There are some numbers to track and a dice roll mechanic, but otherwise, you make most of the stuff up as you go.

Sensual Domination Test Program (Audio)

Finally a little story set in my Cyberdomme setting!

A man wakes up in a lab where he is subjected to the Sensual Domination program! This is a dialogue using my voice and a feminine robot voice created using the TTS App (Zira desktop voice).

There is some male screaming and grunting which might get cringey if you're not into that sort of thing. If you don't want to hear the audio, the script has been provided below.

Due to Google policies, I have had to remove the audio files.
 

Phallica #02

I spent the rest of the week finishing my finals and staying out of trouble like a good girl. With this semester finally over, I had a few months of just needing to work my part-time job, and otherwise being free to not involve myself in ridiculous superhero shenanigans. That’s what I told myself anyway.

I knew I shouldn’t have jinxed it.

Straying Thoughts

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The Lemurian

Note: Lesbian/Demihuman themes

ONE

Lana flinched awake as she heard an all-too-familiar humming sounding in her ears. No, not her ears, not really. It was a humming sound, a low buzzing, that she wasn’t physically hearing, but was instead how her brain interpreted the psychic signal of a hard penis nearby. Actually, make that three hard penises. Actually, make that three hard penises that were being stimulated towards orgasm.

Sucking Her

Note: Gay/Trans themes

ONE

I had been sitting by myself in the town library, attempting to read some comics in peace and forget about my blue balls, when another man pulled out a chair and sat on the other end of my small table. I blinked and looked up. He was tall, lean, and had short blond hair and intense blue eyes. I had never seen him before.

“Hey, Mark,” he said. There was a soft, but compelling quality to his voice. It was hard to describe. Crazily, my cock, which I had finally managed to get under control after focusing on superheroes punching each other, started to swell a bit. I could only assume it was a glimmer of some accidental command of arousal from one of the women in the shop, and not because I found something attractive about this young man I had never met. I wasn’t gay, after all. Still, he was a bit on the very handsome side, I had to admit.

“Um… hi…?” I said. I really hadn’t wanted to be bothered today. I’d spent fifty hours a week for the past month working my dead-end retail job, where I kept getting zapped with little cock tease spells by female customers and co-workers, then having to do chores at home for my mom (who still wasn’t allowing me to jerk off to relieve the tension, saying it would “motivate me to move back out sooner”). I had hoped that coming to a place where people normally kept themselves under control for a little bit of peace and quiet in town, I could manage to go most of a day without getting pestered by any one and just center myself.

No such luck. The man sat there, an amused smile on his face. I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to expect me to say more. “Um… sorry, I was reading…”

“Ha!” the man chuckled quietly. “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” He motioned over himself as if that was supposed to clue me into something. He leaned forward. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but it’s me, Mark. I’m Wendy.”

Jane Clone Interview

The following audio log was found among the black box files of the Pandora Research Facility.

INTERVIEW

Dr. F: We’ll ask again, Jane. Why do you want to hurt Jake so much?

Jane: …

Dr. F: We can sit here all day.

Jane: I don’t know. I just do. I sense his cock, and all I want to do is use my magic on it. All I want to do is make him twist and writhe and thrash and cry and beg and scream at my feet. I want to grab his cock and just feel his whole body lock up. I want to put him inside me and watch him go insane and die from my touch.

You think I’m bad to him? You have no idea how much I’m holding back. I just want to hurt him through his dick, constantly, so fucking bad.

Found and Lost

ENTRY 1

I’m not sure who will ever end up reading this, but I’ve decided to keep this journal for the purpose of… honestly, I don’t know. Evidence on the off chance I get rescued, and my captor can be prosecuted? Maintaining my own sanity? Staving off the boredom of nothing better to do most of the time?

My name is Art, short for Arthur. I’m writing this all down because I have become a prisoner to a woman with whom I had a brief fling a year or two before she gained her Sex Mage powers. And lucky me, she ended up being one of those Archmage freaks, the ones who don’t just block your orgasms and give you psychic handjobs, but who can do crazy shit like breathe fire and duplicate themselves and shapeshift. In her case, she gained the power to alter people’s size. Make herself a giantess or shrink down men. That’s what she did to me.

Let me back up. I met this girl, Beth, at a frat party, in college. I was twenty-one, she was barely eighteen. This was a year before Sex Magic ever appeared; this was well before every woman on earth gained the power to psychically control men’s bodies and minds through our dicks. I’m drunk and I’m horny, and I see this cute little piece of ass, timidly in the corner. I come on a little heavy, I guess. If I’m being honest, I don’t remember the night totally clearly. But I remember, Beth, she didn’t put up any sort of fight. I don’t think she was drunk at all. She was just painfully shy. Like, I’m hitting on her, and she’s just blushing and stuttering, and I dunno man, there’s just something about young, nervous virgins that just makes me want to bed them and break them in, ruin them for all other men, you know? That’s what my dumb-ass drunk self thought back then, anyway.

Reading this over, it seems like I raped her, doesn’t it? I know how this goes. Guy and girl meet at a party, they’re drunk, they sleep together, don’t remember what happened, but she regrets it, so she charges him with rape. Or he regrets it and doesn’t call her afterwards, and she gets ticked and charges him with rape as revenge.

Well, I didn’t rape her. I came on aggressive, but she never said no or pushed away my hands. She was just too shy to make the first moves. Once I got her into a room, she let me do whatever. She was crying out and moaning and letting me do anything I wanted. I like to imagine I plowed her for hours until she couldn’t take anymore, but I’m pretty sure I shot off in like five minutes and passed out. I blame the booze.

Anyway. I wake up the next morning. She’s still definitely a cutey, but not my usual lay, not by my sober standards anyway. I leave her at the frat house, still asleep. Somehow, she got my number off my phone, though, because she’s texting me the next day. I try to ignore her, but she figures out where my dorm room is and confronts me there. I’m afraid at first she’s gunna say she’s pregnant, but no, she just wanted to see me again.

Look, I felt a little bad, okay, nobody likes being the receiving end of a pump and dump, I get it. But this girl just wasn’t my type. We hung out a little bit, and she was just a complete bore. Talking about clothes and the dumb shit she posted on Facebook and whatever. I let her give me a couple handjobs, but she wasn’t even good at them. She didn’t let me fuck her again, saying she wanted to keep it special and “do it for real when the time is right” whatever the fuck that means.

After a week of this crap, I dump her. She’s real upset, but I just put my foot down and cold shoulder her until she takes a hint. After a couple weeks, she stops talking to me.

A year later, Sex Magic appears.

Phallica #01

It was way too late for me to be out and about. I was way too old to be dressing up in black spandex and a domino mask and go running around in the bad end of town. I was way too out of my depth to be hiding in a warehouse trying to do some kind of sting operation on a drug deal. I should have been back at my apartment, studying for my finals. But that was the thing about being a college student living on your own, your parents weren’t there to force you to be good. At twenty-one, I shouldn’t need my parents to do that anyway. But then, I also shouldn’t have mysteriously gained the power to psychically control penises.

You heard me.

In a world where it seems like one in every million people end up with crazy super powers, that still leaves… uh… wait how many people are there in the world? Six-point-three billion or something? So, that still leaves several thousand people with super powers running around. And I’m one of them. And I get something ridiculous like being able to give men boners with just a thought. Still, I’ve heard of worse. There was that one crook who got the power to change the color of their skin. He thought he could use it to camouflage himself. He didn’t think about the fact that his clothes didn’t change with him.

Dealing with Minors

DISCLAIMER: This article is not intended for titillation purposes. This article holds no sexually explicit content, no eroticism, and does not involve any specific characters, fictional or real, of any age. This should be treated as an informative and largely clinical descriptor of a fictional setting. It is not intended as a sexual story involving minors. Quite the opposite: this article is about avoiding that very scenario as much as possible within the setting.

Male Employment

In a world where women have instant, easy access to superhuman physical prowess, knowledge, and skills just by making a man aroused, this creates certain challenges to the basic functions of society. How exactly can men contribute to the workforce in a world where their physical and mental prowess are mostly made obsolete?

Should Have Stayed In Bed

He let out a gasp as his cock surged, right as he heard female moaning through the walls. Oh, Jesus, Molly was having sex and playing with her boyfriend all night again. Caleb already been rock hard just from natural horniness, but now he could tell Molly was letting her aura loose. He heard Jim, Molly’s boyfriend, let out an embarrassing whimper as Molly did god knows what to his poor nuts.

That was the last straw. There was no way he was getting any sleep with his roommate fooling around in the next room over. Caleb whipped off the cover of his blanket and swung his legs over the side, sighing. He winced as his cock jumped from an errant spark of magic drawing to it. He wasn’t even getting teased with pleasure spells, just being forced Hard beyond hard. That was always the worst, when a girl’s magic just made him stiff, without even any pleasure accompanying it, just the soul-eating, heart-racing, hollow yearning of a painfully desperate erection, dying to be touched, but not receiving even so much as a phantom feather swipe.