PodCast Reading (M/F dark-erotica voremance) by LadyNefalum on DeviantArt (original) (raw)
May 2, 2024 at 8 AM EST
Chapter 1 of "Come Let Us Prey" - a dark erotica voremance - will be read on a mainstream podcast "The Grove."
The Podcast - open.spotify.com/show/3rsTuF38…
If the reception is good - the podcast director will hire voice actors and serialize this!
For those of you unfamiliar with me. I've been bringing deliciously naughty fringe-kinks into complex story canons since 2013. The original version of this story garnered 605,000 views on a sister website to DeviantArt. After 11 years of story-boarding, I have begun releasing this to mainstream outlets.
I am slowly bringing sexy, hungry, vorarephilic demons to women's erotica. I am an author/editor/contributor on publisher Inkitt. And... it's happening. Follow this crazy ride 
EXCERPT
Fall 2022 AD
Her hands moved over her body.
It felt foreign to her, somehow.
And, in a pained gasp, a sudden urgency clutched her belly.
It was a tip-of-the-tongue feeling. And it prickled the back of her mind. It commanded her to remember something, and it commanded her to remember that something quickly, because she knew, in the way that one just knows, that her memory lapse was a gravely dangerous thing.
And that she was in grave danger.
But despite this - or because of it - she could not remember what had just happened.
First: she had been in the room adjacent.
Upended and moved like an afterthought.
But, how? How could she have transited from one room to the next, seemingly blotted from existence, with no clear, distinct recollection of time transpired, nor the method for transport? How could the middle narrative, the transitional piece have fallen out?
Fearing that she would lose even more tactility to her senses, she sat upright, hoping that the change in stature would clear her head.
And a sudden, wild vertigo clutched her.
The environment was reported back to her in disjointed pieces: the soft silk pillows, the oak nightstand, the decadent bed. And all of these fixtures, she knew them, and she knew them well. But there was something wrong. There was something alien about them.
She blinked her eyes, straining against the darkness.
A feeling of wrongness slid over her skin.
I’m high. That must be it.
She touched the quilt. It felt real, painfully real. She could feel every wrinkle, every fold. Her fingertips knew it, and would continue to know it in this lifetime and the next.
And the bed, around which the quilt was wrapped: its dimensions were so distorted by lens of scale that it seemed to stretch into infinity.
How?
Movement. It pulled on her. She looked up.
A shadow slid across the wall. But it undulated like water across a cupped lake.
And there was, she realized, a dimensionality to it. It was not flat. It was -
Her neck lashed in alarm.
It was a man. Her eyes strained. No; the abstraction of a man.
Because if man he was, then it was only in definition, because he was far too large.
RESOURCES
Read Chapter 1 - Let Us Prey - Book 1, Ch 1 (M/F dark vore-romance)
The Podcast - open.spotify.com/show/3rsTuF38…
Read (deeply) ahead - www.inkitt.com/stories/romance…
Summary
The ancient plains. A unique crack in space and time cracked forth a charismatic man so amplified in hunger and stature, that the Great Scribes purged his evils from the Great Books. But this would be in vain. Because, centuries later, he would resurface; convincingly normal.
To violently intersect with a modern woman.
Stories of antiquity and stories of modernity interlace as he begins devouring her world. But, his horrors provide vital clues to his expunged story --
-- a story that travels down the threads of many lives, leaping across epochs, generations, continents and timelines to horseshoe with the Great Books.
A story she must demystify, in her bid to slay him. But, before she can, she must romance him first.
Lest he lustily eat her, too.
But, he *is* charismatic. And not a man; not entirely
...and he may have greater designs at play.
Read Ahead: www.inkitt.com/stories/romance…