It’s a play on words, you see. This 1,000 word quickie is for mature readers only. It features a hunter and the price he must pay for hunting on sacred grounds. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!
Hinnerk heaved the beast off his shoulders and threw its cold corpse on the ground. Its still shining black fur seemed to suck in the color from the fiery autumn leaves it had unsettled. Its fangs dripped red from where it had tasted of the hunter’s flesh, and threads of Hinnerk’s cloak twisted in its claws. It was not an easy kill.
He slumped down against a black tree trunk. He felt the coolness of the mist for the first time. The beast had traded him blow for blow. The wounds were deep, but it was his family who would truly suffer. It would take time to recover back to proper hunting shape, and they did not have time. What little crops they had had failed. Their stores would last barely a week, let alone all winter. Perhaps the beast won after all. Lost in his own thoughts, Hinnerk almost missed the glimmer between the trees.
“I’ve restored your precious balance, Suanach,” he spat out. “Now let me take my kill and be away from your damned woods.”
This 1,000 word cyberpunk quickie is for mature readers (of the future) only. It features an alpha male, male masturbation, and one hell of an orgy.
Daishi Kaz looked at his watch as the elevator made its slow crawl skyward. He hated the nasally voices of his colleagues. They sounded so submissive, so full of excuses. They’d never have what it took to sit with people like him, at the important tables, where big things happened. Things that meant something. They’d always be below him. The power was intoxicating. The fact that his watch alone was worth more than what Ohba Taro would make in a decade turned him on.
“Taro,” Kaz intoned in his deep, practiced voice, “I don’t care how long it takes to do it. I don’t care if it’s your anniversary, I don’t care if your mother’s in the hospital, and I don’t care if you’ve got to take a shit. You’re staying late tonight and they’re going to be on my desk when I get there in the morning, or you’re going to tell your wife why you don’t have a job with the Corp anymore.”
Kaz smiled. He could practically hear the other man’s hesitation. Taro’s wife, Rina, had been cheating on him for the past year. Kaz knew this because he was the man she was blowing. Taro knew this, too. Kaz’s last Christmas card to him laid out, in detail, how he made Rina swallow his cum.