Wendigo (Courtesans of the Apocalypse)
Romance, Erotica, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica Shorts
| Author: | Ann Vremont | ISBN: | 1230000131436 |
| Publisher: | Ann Vremont | Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ann Vremont |
| ISBN: | 1230000131436 |
| Publisher: | Ann Vremont |
| Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Also available as part of the Courtesans of the Apocalypse collection
A nanopath contracted to the Ministry of Technology’s Illicit Use Department, Shariya Markesh is sent to a remote North Woods location. Her assignment -- investigate and eliminate the source of three deadly maulings the locals claim were done by the legendary Wendigo. But the carnivorous, snow white beast that walks on two legs isn’t an ancient folktale; he’s a modern monster infected with nanoshifting technology.
And he’s on the hunt for Shariya.
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This 7100-word erotic nanoshifter story is part of Courtesans of the Apocalypse, a cliterary look at love and passion in the near future.
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Eli looked down at Shariya’s bound body. Unless her metabolism was coming out of the conversion phase, the suppressors would wear off completely within a few minutes. She’d managed to stay quiet and near motionless since offering him the chance at confession and touching that sweet body. She kept her eyes closed, too, and he wondered if she was subconsciously providing him a level of anonymity or hiding from her own needs.
He didn’t care. It let him look at her without feeling guilty. She had been lovely before the change, her body toned and athletic from the hard demands of the work she did for the Ministry. The boyish haircut she wore had only accented the fine bone structure of her face, with the high cheekbones and full lips. But the conversion had taken each point of loveliness and raised it to the pinnacle of perfection for him.
The thighs, calves and ass had rounded with added muscle, her abs had a toned ripple, and the added heaviness on the bottom was balanced out by an uplifting and swelling of her breasts. The nipples were puffed and shaded a dark maroon, the color of some alien and irresistible berry. He remembered how sensitive his own body had been during the conversion and reached out to ever so faintly brush the pad of his thumb across one nipple.
Shariya gasped and arched as high as her restraints allowed.
“Tell me,” she whispered when she came back down.
Also available as part of the Courtesans of the Apocalypse collection
A nanopath contracted to the Ministry of Technology’s Illicit Use Department, Shariya Markesh is sent to a remote North Woods location. Her assignment -- investigate and eliminate the source of three deadly maulings the locals claim were done by the legendary Wendigo. But the carnivorous, snow white beast that walks on two legs isn’t an ancient folktale; he’s a modern monster infected with nanoshifting technology.
And he’s on the hunt for Shariya.
**********
This 7100-word erotic nanoshifter story is part of Courtesans of the Apocalypse, a cliterary look at love and passion in the near future.
**********
Eli looked down at Shariya’s bound body. Unless her metabolism was coming out of the conversion phase, the suppressors would wear off completely within a few minutes. She’d managed to stay quiet and near motionless since offering him the chance at confession and touching that sweet body. She kept her eyes closed, too, and he wondered if she was subconsciously providing him a level of anonymity or hiding from her own needs.
He didn’t care. It let him look at her without feeling guilty. She had been lovely before the change, her body toned and athletic from the hard demands of the work she did for the Ministry. The boyish haircut she wore had only accented the fine bone structure of her face, with the high cheekbones and full lips. But the conversion had taken each point of loveliness and raised it to the pinnacle of perfection for him.
The thighs, calves and ass had rounded with added muscle, her abs had a toned ripple, and the added heaviness on the bottom was balanced out by an uplifting and swelling of her breasts. The nipples were puffed and shaded a dark maroon, the color of some alien and irresistible berry. He remembered how sensitive his own body had been during the conversion and reached out to ever so faintly brush the pad of his thumb across one nipple.
Shariya gasped and arched as high as her restraints allowed.
“Tell me,” she whispered when she came back down.
