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jayaury · 1 day
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Queen of the Temple
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Naturally, he knew the temple was guarded.
Naturally, he knew of the lamia's hypnotic eyes.
Naturally, this meant he must have wanted to be brainwashed.
To be controlled
To be her obedient slave.
Why else would he think he could break into the temple?
Why else did he dare to try and steal her treasure?
Why else would he think he could meet her eyes and not instantly be hers?
Instantly be wrapped in her coils?
Squeezed until he moaned.
Squeezed until he submitted.
Squeezed as he sank into her spiralling gaze until his mind emptied but for thoughts of her.
Of how lovely she was.
How beautiful.
How much he wanted to serve.
Needed to obey.
Yes.
He wanted this.
He just didn't realize it... until he met mistress's gaze.
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jayaury · 5 days
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Specimen Observation
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It was probably fine to stare into the alien specimen's shimmering eyes and watch her big, soft, bouncy breasts.
It was probably fine to let her out of the containment field.
It was probably fine to stare into her eyes as her tentacles stripped you.
It was probably fine to empty your head as she kissed you.
Stroked you.
It was probably fine to hand over the ship's controls to her and head back to her home planet.
It was probably fine to let her pump those subliminal messages into the cryotubes so the crew would be her obedient servants when they woke up.
It was fine to let more of her kind aboard to claim the crew as their brainwashed slaves.
It was fine.
You were fine.
Everything mistress was doing was just...
Fine...
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jayaury · 8 days
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He knew better than to look into a lamia's eyes.
But no one warned him about her breasts.
Warned him how distracting it was to watch them bounce.
Heave.
Sway.
No one warned him how easy it was to get distracted.
To forget about her coils tightening around him.
Her fingers plucking his sword from his limp hands.
No one warned him how easy it would be for her to tilt his head up so he was finally looking into her eyes.
Sinking into those golden pools.
Devoured.
Lost.
Enthralled in wonderful surrender even as she stripped him of his armour.
Stripped him of his will.
Stripped him of all those silly, unnecessary things when all he needed to do was sink.
Obey.
Ssssssink.
And obey...
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jayaury · 9 days
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Dungeon Revenant: A Feast of Souls
My new book is now out! https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0D223TJJL?ref_=dbs_m_mng_rwt_calw_tkin_0&storeType=ebooks
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Armand, Lich Lord of the Necropolis, is bored. So very... very bored. He's guarded the greatest dungeon in the world against all comers, but the issue is, no one is coming anymore. No adventurers have fought his reanimated dragon. No heroes have fallen into the spike pits. No one's come to admire the menacing décor of skulls and warnings written in blood on the walls. Nothing! So what's a last boss to do when no one's good enough to challenge his dungeon? Why, build a party himself of course! But after recruiting a neurotic but pretty alchemist and a trigger happy beastkin huntress, he'll find that there are enemies outside the dungeon too. Ones whose appetite for competition is small, and who can't wait to serve him up on a silver platter. Dungeon Revenant, A Feast of Souls, is a brand new Gamelit harem story from the mind of Jay Aury! Featuring nervous alchemists, dastardly dungeon bosses, horny huntresses, and lazy gourmands, it's sure to entertain and delight.
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jayaury · 10 days
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A Good Assistant
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Doctor Bimbaux made a good point. Assistants didn't need to think. That was for the doctor. Assistants just needed to be big. And dumb. And buff. And hot.
And true, she did make that observation only after you drank that special serum, but in your opinion, your new muscles more than make up for losing your puny smarts.
You didn't have much brains to begin with anyway.
And now, you can serve the doctor much better.
Like by massaging her breasts to help her think.
Or flexing for her amusement.
Or tearing off her clothes, bending her over the table and helping her work out the stress after a long day of work.
Because you're a good assistant.
And a good assistant always obeys the doctor.
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jayaury · 13 days
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But of course you're there to serve the lamia.
Why else would you have broken into the ancient temple ruins?
Why else would you have snuck into her bedchambers?
Why else would you have stared into her eyes.
Felt your will slip.
Your mind empty.
Fill with whirling spirals that sucked away your thoughts.
Of course you're her obedient slave.
Her eager servant.
Of course you'll obey mistress.
Obey mistress.
Obey.
Obey...
Missstressssss....
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jayaury · 15 days
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Possessed
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She thought she could handle absorbing that demoness.
She thought she could keep it under control. Not let the lust consume her. Possess her. Enchant her body with its infernal need to be loved and adored.
And she'd been so close.
If only her apprentice hadn't walked in right then.
If only he hadn't been so easily ensorcelled by her bouncing breasts.
If only she'd been able to resist having him come closer.
If only...
If only it didn't feel so good when he massaged her breasts.
Kissed them.
Adored them.
Adored her.
Worshipped her.
If only she was stronger.
If only she could resist turning him into her loving, obedient stud.
If only he'd not given in so easily. So happily.
If only.
If only...
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jayaury · 20 days
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Huntress
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Slay you?
Oh my my. Seems you don't understand what, exactly, a Crimson Huntress does.
We don't kill werewolves, sweetie.
We tame them.
And I know your curse may make you all nasty and violent, but it does so much more. Like making you nice and strong. Nice and studly. Nice and obedient to lovely girls with clever magic.
Magic like this special collar.
The one that makes you so calm.
So obedient.
Such a good boy for mistress.
Yes, that's it. Just relax, like a good boy.
Just forget about being a silly human.
Just obey my sweet voice.
Just be a good pet for me.
And a good pet follows the tug of your leash.
A good boy obeys.
A good, strong, obedient pet loves obeying.
Obeying his lovely, wonderful mistress....
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jayaury · 22 days
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Astral Odyssey
My new book is now out!
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The mundane life of an orphaned peasant never prepared him for this... Dorian Hawke's daily routine was pretty straightforward. Wake up, pull his weight around the village, eat potatoes, go to bed. Not too shabby. Not very interesting, maybe, but it was honest work. Then a boat falls like a meteor from the sky. Next thing he knows, a gorgeous elf and stunning faun tell him that magical blood runs through his veins, and they need him to navigate their ship through space. Not a day later he's netherborne, flying his former lord's yacht through the stars, battling goblin pirates, working for orcish crime lords, and dealing with the drama of two beautiful women who both want his attention. Whole new worlds are opening for Dorian, and he slowly accepts that he might just be who they say he is. But when he partners with a flirty demonic powder mage for a routine cargo delivery, he realizes that for all the freedom this new lifestyle offers...the danger is on even footing.
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jayaury · 22 days
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Naughty Cow
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Oh gosh, she knew she shouldn't have drunk that potion.
She knew she shouldn't have turned herself into a busty cowgirl, so filled with cream and love it made it hard to think.
And she definitely shouldn't have invited her apprentice in.
That cute, studly, obedient young man who was so trusting.
So handsome.
So eager to help her get some relief.
So eager to milk her as she mooed and moaned.
And oh, she... she definitely shouldn't have told him her milk would make him stronger.
Dumber.
A big, dumb bull stud perfect for making milky mistresses feel so good.
And she definitely shouldn't have handed him the potion.
Let him drink it.
How naughty of her.
Yes.
She should definitely... definitely be punished by a cute, handsome bull for being such a naughty, naughty cow...
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jayaury · 26 days
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April Fool
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She couldn't fool him.
Of course those horns and tail were fake. She wasn't a real demoness. She couldn't really use her breasts to make him her dumb slave.
Of course he'd watch her bounce her big breasts. They weren't hypnotic at all. His mind and soul weren't in danger. That was so dumb.
So silly.
And he was so smart.
So clever.
That's why he stripped when she told him to. Only dummies need clothes when talking to fake demon girls.
That's why he let her push his face between her breasts. Really smart people love kissing and worshipping big, pink tits.
That's why he let her snap the collar on him. It didn't mean anything. It was just a collar. It didn't mark him as hers or anything.
Yeah.
She couldn't fool him.
He was much too smart for that...
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jayaury · 29 days
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New Book Pre-Order!
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The mundane life of an orphaned peasant never prepared him for this... Dorian Hawke's daily routine was pretty straightforward. Wake up, pull his weight around the village, eat potatoes, go to bed. Not too shabby. Not very interesting, maybe, but it was honest work. Then a boat falls like a meteor from the sky. Next thing he knows, a gorgeous elf and stunning faun tell him that magical blood runs through his veins, and they need him to navigate their ship through space. Not a day later he's netherborne, flying his former lord's yacht through the stars, battling goblin pirates, working for orcish crime lords, and dealing with the drama of two beautiful women who both want his attention. Whole new worlds are opening for Dorian, and he slowly accepts that he might just be who they say he is. But when he partners with a flirty demonic powder mage for a routine cargo delivery, he realizes that for all the freedom this new lifestyle offers...the danger is on even footing.
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jayaury · 29 days
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It was the awe that damned him.
The incredible sight of the slime queen rising from her bath. A sight so striking he never noticed her tentacles wrapping around his legs.
His waist.
His arms.
Melting his clothes.
Pulling him close.
So close.
Close enough the shimmer of her skin enthralled him.
Close enough her lips captured him.
Close enough her glowing eyes melted his thoughts.
Melted his resistance.
Close enough he could so easily give in.
Surrender.
Sink into obedience.
Obey his queen.
His lovely queen.
His lovely, gorgeous, enthralling royal mistress.
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jayaury · 1 month
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Narratives
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Every now and then, a crazy story comes out about a bunnybot having a bad influence on her master.
The silly idea that those brainless bimbos could ever outsmart their human owners.
That they might do something as absurd as use those special headphones to tinker with their owner's thoughts.
Naturally, those stories are quickly proven false. No bunnybot could ever subvert the will of their owner.
They could never turn their master into a brainless plaything.
An obedient, eager to please, empty headed dummy.
Because a bunnybot always gives their master what they want.
And, if a master wants to be a happy, brainless, obedient bimbo to a bunnybot, well...
A bunnybot always does her best to please her master...
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jayaury · 1 month
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Godmoother
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It was no secret holstaur milk was corruptive. Addictive. That it would turn men into brainless bulls. Dumb studs totally enthralled to the gorgeous cows of the moofia.
That was why he kept visiting the club. His article would expose them soon enough. Show the world what Madame Bova was really doing.
Well... well of course he drank a few bottles. He had to in order to blend in.
And... and yes, he hadn't written a word in his article for a week, but he was just... just looking for the words.
And yes, maybe he did accept a job working as Bova's 'assistant.' B-but only so he could better expose her!
Expose her body.
Her thighs.
Her big, soft, milky breasts.
Yes.
Yes, he'd... he'd get right back to writing that article.
Right after he finished his shift serving the godmoother.
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jayaury · 1 month
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Sugar Shop
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Of course it was dangerous being the taste tester for a sugar witch.
But the pay was so good.
Of course he shouldn't let her confections turn him into a brainless bimbo.
But the taste was so good.
Of course he shouldn't let her flirting get to him.
But her sweet voice was so good.
Of course he shouldn't give in and suck the enchanted frosting off her fingers.
Her breasts.
But her taste was so good.
Of course he could quit any time he wanted.
Find another job.
Another career.
But the perks working for her were so very...
Very...
Goooood.
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jayaury · 2 months
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Harvest Season
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He was, of course, warned about travelling through holstaur country. Especially during harvest season. That was when those country girls were most looking for a new stud.
But he wasn't really worried.
Not even when his car broke down.
When she invited him to stay the night.
When he agreed to help with the morning chores.
When his reward was to sit on the milking stool.
When she sat on his lap.
When he milked her.
Suckled her.
Adored her.
Because he knew her milk wasn't really addictive.
He wasn't really turning into a bull stud.
His mind was still his own.
His new muscles were normal. His new horns were fine.
So what if he decided to move in with her? She needed help around the farm.
And he was so helpful.
So obliging.
Because it was harvest season.
And good studs should always help their pretty cows.
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