Caught!

By J.H. Bond

Just after her eighteenth birthday Megan was chosen by Lilith, Goddess of Lust, to be a Strix. Since then she's been learning how to control her powers, and enjoying tons of sex with Benji, a spirit in the form of an anthropomorphic rabbit who pretends to be her husband. But she's not supposed to be monogamous so her mentor helps her out by getting a cheap motel room and two furry studs to play with.

In the middle of her fun, Benji shows up, and he's not happy. He doesn't care that she's with other people, just that she tried to hide it from him. He decides to punish her by making her submit completely to the desires of the other two spirits, plus whatever suggestions he gives the three of them. Meg's got a long night ahead of her to get back in good with her husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.H. Bond
• Release date: Apr 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311646330

J.H. Bond

Bored writer of smut trapped in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. I have tons of ideas, just don't have enough time to put them all down.

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CAUGHT

A Fuzzy Magic Tale

J.H. Bond

Copyright 2018 Wyrdo Stories

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Welcome to the Wyrd World!

It's a lot like ours, just with curses, monsters, magic, spirits, daemons, zoanthropes, and lots of sex involving any, and/or all, of the above. We're back in Poor King, Virginia in Penetralia County to catch up with newly minted Strix Megan Maidenhead. She's having a hard time adjusting to her new status, the powers that come with it, and the requirements of the job.

I check my reflection in the bathroom mirror, which would be a lot easier without the huge crack running across it. I think I look hot. No, I know I'm hot. Standing there in a red lace camisole with matching panties, fishnet stockings, and four inch, fuck me pumps, I look like a porn star. A classy porn star though, one that has to actually do some acting. One of those films with a budget, and a plot, filmed in big mansions. Not some quickie flick shot in a cheap motel near an interstate. Cause, you know, all that makes a huge difference. My stomach is a roiling knot of nerves. I take a deep breath to try and steady myself for what’s to come.

See, I'm a