- It's been a while since I've updated. I've been dealing with Devry, moving, money and life. You know how that goes, right? Anyway. Below is the new cover art as well as an excerpt (complete with typos, yay!). Please do criticize. "Niteland" releases to the public on February 18th, 2013.
What happens when one dare venture into the depths of Niteland?
Inside, Felicia
Melony's goodies: eight, thick, nine inch silicone vibrators.
Normally, these things old for thirty a piece. When they're “no
good”, or defective, Sid would take them home and fix them. Varling
used to keep them to himself but word of sex parties got around, one
of the key topics being that they were always low on supplies for the
feminine side of the orgy. A few bars later and there Felicia was,
buying up his lube or whatever he'd gotten from Deep In Industries.
She called from
somewhere out there, “I already started the coffee. Come quick so
we can have some over our little business negotiation.”
Varling finished
buttoning up his shirt and throwing on a pair of jeans. A firm grip
around the briefcase brought him some satisfaction as he left the
room, but not before glancing back at the whispering window. The
three. It was still looking
at him. After Felicia left, he would go outside and stroke its bark,
massage its moss and lick the fine knots on its trunk. He could only
hope that somehow, he'd be bursting at his holes with tree sap.
He hoped, at least.
“Are you coming or not?” she called again.
Sid left his room, adjusting himself as he found the entryway to the
kitchen, calmly occupying the kitchen table Felicia had already
prepared with a cup of steaming coffee and a wad of cash. Varling
knew she meant business, but odds were she was looking for a little
bit of fun before returning home. Thing about nymphs: they'll fuck
whatever and whenever they can. Melony was no exception – even her
sex parties weren't enough to satisfy a raging, “daddy issues”
laden libido. At one point, Varling would have appreciated this but
now he found himself disinterested. It was age, mostly, and the
though of a thick tree branch crushing his prostate.
“Are we all set then?”
Melony nodded, “Yeah, we're good.”
“How much you got there and what the hell did you put in my
coffee?”
Felicia giggled, “Nothing. How you like it.”
“Good,” Sid reached forward, shuffling through the money,
“there's forty-five here. You said you'd do a thirty-five max
earlier. What are you up to?”
Felicia shrugged, “It's my way of saying thank you. Go out to eat.”
Sid shrugged, “I
don't really go out. Hermit I am, you know that.”
She giggled, “So
how goes the new place? It's upgrade from that shitty apartment.”
“It's nice.
It's... endearing.”
“We could have
one of my orgies here!”
Sid motioned off
the suggestion with a waving hand, “No, no, that'd be a bad idea.
The neighbors are dicks around here – all quiet and quiet like. I'd
get the cops called within an hour or less, with all the moaning in
the house and the cars outside. Knowing them, they'd twist it around
and say it's some sort of cult for prostitutes.”
“It is, isn't?”
One thing about
Melony: she worships an ancient sex demon. So, in truth, this was
completely accurate. The parties cost a one time fee of a few hundred
bucks, so that counted against her, too. The only she hadn't been
caught is because law enforcement liked her and usually attended.
They most certainly did not like Sid Varling. “I guess you're
right. Her name's Lilith?”
Felicia nodded,
“Yeah. I was going to ask – why did you sleep in so late? It's
not really like you. You look disturbed.”
“I've...” Sid
trailed off, hanging his head in shame.
“What's up?”
Varling didn't know
how to explain himself. Did he tell her he wanted to get sodomized by
a tree and have its children? The idea of seeds sprouting in his
tummy... “Uh, well, just bad dreams is all.”
“Oh? Come on, you
can tell little, young slutty me,” she crossed her (nineteen year
old) legs, sitting back and tugging on her bra-strap, her cleavage
baring itself to him.
She loved the
Gothic stuff, especially if it made her look fertile. Sid shrugged,
“Just really bad dreams. They're crazy,” he chuckled, “you'd
laugh.”
“I won't laugh,
dear, I triple promise.”
“I'd lose your
business. Speaking of that, I have your toys,” he propped open the
briefcase, shifting it onto the table.
She grinned wide,
flushing hot pink with delight, “Oh, these will be great for anal.
The gals and guys will love these – and different modes of
vibration?”
Sid zoned out,
staring at the wall behind her.
She leaned forward,
“Enough about my holes. What's wrong, Sid? Talk to me?”
Varling hadn't
known what to say. What the fuck should he say? He didn't know what
to say. At all. It kept escaping him. Fuck, he really wanted to say
something. Don't do it, a
little voice in his head said. He did it anyway, “I've... been
having these dreams, right?
Felicia Melody nodded.
He crossed his arms, then folded his hand and nervously had, “It's
just... it's the craziest thing,” his laughing was almost maniacal,
“this tree in my backyard. ...I... and I want to fuck it. I think
it wants to fuck me.”
Melony simply stared. “Tree?”
“Yeah. That big oak one, you know.”
