TEASER: Bunny’s F*ckfest by Wanda Violet O.

 

BDSM Erotica

Date to be published: August 29, 2025

Publisher: ‎ Changeling Press LLC

Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short
story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If
you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

Every night with Max is a rush, a storm of sensation and wild, beautiful
chaos. But today? Today feels different. From the moment Max wakes me, in the
naughtiest of ways, I know something’s about to change. I have a feeling
whatever he has in store for me today may break me, unravel me to my very
core, only to rebuild me stronger than ever before.

Excerpt

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Copyright ©2025 Wanda Violet
O.

I woke up to the feel of Max’s tongue between my thighs, pulling me from
sleep with waves of pleasure that made my back arch off the silk sheets.

“Fuck, Max,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he
worked me with that skilled mouth of his. The morning light streaming through
the windows of our suite caught the blue of his eyes as he looked up at me,
never breaking rhythm. He knew exactly how to make me come undone, his tongue
circling and flicking until my orgasm forced a scream from my throat as I
trembled beneath him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice
rough with desire. “I wanted to give you a treat.” Another swipe
with his tongue. Another moan from me. “Before you go to work
today.”

“Work?” Oh, boy… I tried to act nonchalant, but I thought
I’d failed when Max smirked at me.

“Yep. And, boy, are you going to need your strength today.” The
wicked gleam in his eyes never failed to make me wet. That always meant
something naughty and fun as fuck was about to follow.

I could barely form words as he continued his assault on my senses, building
me higher and higher once more until I shattered with a cry that echoed
through the room. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, and
Max didn’t stop until I lay panting and boneless beneath him.

He crawled up my body like the predator he was, all muscle and controlled
power, before claiming my mouth in a kiss that tasted of me and pure hunger.
“You’re insatiable,” I said, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“Daddy Jacob said I should put you in a good mood.” The rough
timbre of his voice vibrated through my chest. “I’m just following
orders.”

A shiver of anticipation raced through me. Daddy Jacob did this often for me
and his Kitten — a game we played. He and Max knew how we loved our
“jobs” and they both took great delight in keeping me and Kitten
as busy as we wanted to be. I’d come to love this play time. I also
loved coming back to our suite and letting Max question me and repeating every
single thing I’d done while away from him.

He didn’t push into me. Not yet. Instead he braced his weight above me,
his arms caging me in, and bent to kiss me. His kiss, soft, almost reverent,
carried the taste of my pussy on his tongue, filthy and sweet. I opened for
him, letting him take what he wanted.

Max kissed like he did everything. With full attention, like there was nothing
else in the world. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer,
burying my fingers in his thick hair. He growled low, a vibration that started
in his chest and echoed in mine.

When he broke away, his face hovered just above mine, his eyes impossibly blue
and focused.

“I need you, Max,” I whispered, my body still on edge despite the
two earlier orgasms.

He flashed me a wolfish smile. “You’ll have me, little
Bunny.”

Max reached over the edge of the bed, rummaging in the nightstand, a practiced
move. Condoms and lube were two staples in this house. With practice ease, Max
tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length with a downward
stroke of his hand. For a second, I let myself savor the view, admiring the
way his cock jutted from his body, thick and veined and angry red at the tip.
I ached for him to fuck me.

Max must have seen the hunger on my face because he gripped my hips tighter,
his fingers digging into my soft curves. He lined up, teasing the head along
my slit, and the heat of the intimate contact the ultimate tease.

He paused, holding himself at my entrance, his mouth at my ear. “You
ready, Bunny?”

 

About the Author

Welcome to Wanda Violet O.’s world of bedtime fantasy, where you’ll find a
variety of sexy creatures ready to drink their fill. Wanda specializes in
extreme kink. Monsters, BDSM role play… she’s got it all. Come take a look
for yourself!

 

Author Contact Links

Wanda on Facebook

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Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress

 

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Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Alien Invasion/Tentacle Monster BDSM Box Set. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of paranormal heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

Perfect Seasoning: I was afraid when my master came for me, when he started to play with his favorite toys. But if I suffer for him, if I surrender to his dominance, if I give myself over to his ecstasy, then I will be the perfect seasoning for this hunger that consumes us.

Perfect Spice: He was not supposed to watch. But she was so perfect, so hungry…. Whatever Master has planned for his punishment will be sure to add the Perfect Spice to his slavery.

Perfect Sense: We are going walkies. I love the sunshine on my skin, but Master never does anything without a reason…

Publisher’s Note: The Perfect Seasoning is A Razor’s Edge Alien Invasion BDSM Tentacle Monster Capture Fantasy, and includes nonconsensual and torture scenes that may be triggers for some readers. The Perfect Seasoning includes the previously published novellas Perfect Seasoning, Perfect Spice, and Perfect Sense.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.

From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.

Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.

Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.

NEW RELEASE: Teacher’s Pet (Darkville High) by Eva DeMoan #erotica #apocalypse #monsters @EvaDeMoan

Available in Kindle Unlimited

Chaos. Pain. Destruction. It’s all anyone knew after the rift opened and monsters entered our world. The things of nightmares, horror stories. The beasts that hid in the night. They’re all real, and they’re here. When my parents moved us to Darkville and enrolled me at Darkville High, I knew I was to be sacrificed for their happiness. Now I have a choice… become the pet of a monster, or be cast out into the world, where survival isn’t guaranteed.

NOTE: Teacher’s Pet was first offered in Kindle Vella July 2021. The content has not changed. This is a short monster erotica with very little plot and character development.

EXCERPT

Copyright 2021, Eva DeMoan

I stepped back into the hall and tried to make myself small. A female gargoyle walked past with her human toy on a leash. The boy was naked except for a leather collar around his neck, and his wrists were bound. Either he enjoyed belonging to her, or she’d drugged him because his cock stood erect. My cheeks warmed as I eyed him. Until I’d come here, I’d only seen naked people on TV, or on the porn I wasn’t supposed to watch. His cock wasn’t anywhere near as big as the ones I’d just had my hands on.

“Like what you see, little human?” a deep voice asked, startling me. I glanced up and saw one of the teachers, an orc called Mr. Blade. I doubted it wasn’t his actual name and had more to do with the sword he carried.

“I was just going to class,” I murmured.

He leaned and sniffed at me, growling deep in his chest. “My classroom. Now.”

I hastened to follow him, trying not to shake in fear as he shut the door. He prowled closer, his eyes nearly glowing as he took me in. He stopped beside me and reached out, lifting my skirt with his large green hand. I gasped and forced myself to hold still.

“Pretty,” he said, his voice getting raspy. “You wanted the human boy. Coveted the possession of a gargoyle.”

“N-no. I wasn’t… I didn’t…”

“I smell you, little human. Your cunt is wet.”

My eyes went wide at his words and I pressed my thighs together. I still wasn’t used to them being able to smell me. His words only served to make my pussy throb harder, the need in me building until it was nearly painful.

Mr. Blade walked behind his desk and pointed at the floor in front of him. I set my books aside and hurried to where he stood, my heart hammering in fear as I wondered how he’d punish me. Although I had to wonder if it wasn’t fear of the punishment, or more worry over the fact I might enjoy it. I’d heard the moans of more than one student locked behind a teacher’s classroom door. Yes, they took what they wanted, but seemed the girls, or boys, enjoyed it too.

“Over the desk and lift your skirt,” he said.

ABOUT EVA DEMOAN

Eva DeMoan loves erotica, both writing and reading it. The filthier, and the kinkier, the better. While Eva has always loved monster books and movies when she saw the World of Warcraft movie she fell head over heels for Durotan, the orc Chieftan. That’s when Eva decided to start writing some monster stories of her own.

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