Magyk & Monsters: A Collection of Gay Male Erotica

By Douglas O'Brien

Five erotic stories by Douglas O'Brien. Included are the stories of a man who struggles to survive the sexual might of a dragon to win his future desires, a wizard's apprentice learns his master's erotic secrets at the hands (and tail) of a demon, a young minstrel lost in the woods finds Elvish hospitality sinfully pleasurable and the price of it quite steep - and more! Explore the realms of fantastical sex inside!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Douglas O'Brien
• Release date: Sep 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463254516

Douglas O'Brien

Douglas O’Brien is the pen name of S.D. Yorston, a writer living on the east coast of Canada. He has, at various times, worked in fish processing plants, provincial government offices, been employed as a maintenance worker, worked in call centres and generally done whatever it takes to get the bills paid. Through it all, he’s had a great love of books and writing and finally decided to get some of it published in the form of ebooks. You can find his works in the Smashwords Store.

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Magyk and Monsters

A Collection of Gay Male Erotica

Douglas O’Brien

Copyright © 2019 by Douglas O’Brien

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Disclaimer: This collection of stories contains graphic language and descriptions of sexual activities between consenting adult male characters who are 18 years of age or older. If this is not your thing (and you somehow misread the title on the cover of the book) or you are underage in your local jurisdiction, then this book is not for you.

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Table of Contents

Dragon Needs

The Wizard’s Secret Room

The Minstrel’s Engagement

Secret Cove

The Hanged Man’s Wish

About the Author

Dragon Needs

Fire lived in his heart, pulsed through his veins as the wind screamed over his wings and the cold could never touch him. Down in the valley, the sheep roamed, his eyes picking them out as flecks of white against the green of the fields, shards of delicious heat against the dull cool of the ground. He changed direction, the snap of his wings like a crack of thunder against the mountainside.

The rumble barely reached the bottom of the vale and they did not see him until he was nearly on them. He was now a flash of lightning as he fell on them, snatching up two in each taloned foot and climbing up into the sea of air he called home, thunder sounding again as he rose. The shepherd actually ran after him he saw as he wheeled higher with the dead sheep in his claws and he could have laughed at the foolishness of the little creature hurling useless insults after his passage.

He lit upon a rocky crag no sheep would have dared attempt and feasted on the four sheep he had snatched from far below, their blood a sweet wine and their flesh all the bread he needed. Finishing the last of them off, he preened for a time, licking ichor off his claws and enjoying the satiation of hunger even as another type of hunger rose to take its place.

The sun was setting when he leapt from his roost, swimming in the air and lost in the joy of thermals and troughs as he spiralled over the range of mountains he claimed as his. His cave was nearby, a low place near a valley similar to the one he had raided, but free of the vermin that were men. They dared not enter that valley lest they share the fate of the sheep they hoarded in their little nests of stone huts.

Drifting down as the shadows grew he slipped his shape and let the magic take the scales and wings and claws and a man walked in the growing shadows of the night to find rest in the cave beneath the mountain.

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Angus was lost. He’d known it hours ago but hadn’t wanted to admit it, even to himself, as he bumbled through the growing tangle of the wood as the afternoon stretched toward evening. Thankfully he knew there were no wolf packs in the area and it being summer, the night was not likely to be too cold. But the damned bugs were bad enough! He’d be bled dry by dawn if he didn’t find someplace to stop and light a green fire to keep the buggers at bay.

As the last of the light faded in the sky he found what he needed: a clearing near a cut created by a stream. He breathed a sigh of relief as he took in the cut. The stream was a small thing, but bubbled over a series of stones and ran clear as daylight on a winter morning. And the trees were well back from the bank, a few of them even deadfall so he’d have something to start a fire with.

He dropped his pack from his back and fished out his hand axe as the purple-orange sky faded into violet and set about cutting branches. Before long he had a small fire going and some of the stream’s clear water heating over the fire in a small kettle from his pack. He didn’t have very much in reserves, but some tea would be a treat now and he had some bread and a small chunk of cheese that would take the edge off his hunger.

He sighed as he finished off the yellow cheese and washed the last of his bread down with the black tea and stretched his legs toward the small fire. He was about to doze off when he heard rustling in the forest on the other side of the small stream and startled fully awake, his hand straying to his axe which was propped up beside him.

Hello, there! called a voice from the dark. Might I share your fire, good sir?

A figure melted out of the shadows into the light cast by the fire and Angus took in a cloaked figure, tall and lean, the strap of a travel pack over one shoulder. The figure pulled back his hood and revealed a narrow face with sharp features and shaggy red hair. He was dressed in black, dull leathers with a short knife at his hip and boots that ran almost to his knees.

Angus stood and hefted the hand axe just to show the man that he was armed as well and nodded.

Aye, a little company would be welcome after the day I’ve had.

He motioned for the man to join him. The stranger nimbly crossed the small stream and settled before the flames as Angus added more fuel to the fire and built up the light it shed, wanting to get a better look at the man.

Can’t offer much more than some tea, sir he apologized. I wasn’t expecting to be stuck out here this night.

The slim man nodded and accepted a tin cup of the steaming tea.

No mind. The tea will be fine. He drank a few sips and looked Angus up and down. You were travelling to one of the little villages hereabouts?

Angus nodded and gestured to his travelling pack. Angus Milford, a tinsmith by trade and I heard there were a few villages in the valleys that might need someone to do some mending and such. But I got turned around in the woods and well, here I am.

The other man nodded. Evan Seabrooke and the woods around here are old and can twist a man about if he’s not familiar with them. You’re about half a day’s walk from Riverfall. Nice little place and I’m sure they could use a smith of any sort.

Angus nodded with relief. And which direction would Riverfall be from here?

The other man gestured. East of here. If you follow this stream for a few miles you’ll come across a road that leads straight there. I’m heading in that general direction myself and could show you.

Angus was wary of travelling with a stranger, but his reserves of food were just about gone and he was no hand at all at hunting. If he kept his wits about him he was sure he could handle this Evan Seabrooke. The man was whip-thin and though tall looked like Angus could break him two without much effort.

He nodded. Much appreciated. It will be good to see work for a while, even if there isn’t much of it.

The next morning they were off, following the path of the stream and by mid-day, they came across a beaten track that ran parallel to the course of the stream which by now was running swiftly and a good bit wider than it had been.

Not much traffic along this road, Angus noted as they walked the overgrown ruts of the highway that was barely wide enough to allow a cart passage through the dense woods.

Evan nodded. True enough. Used to be a good bit of trade ran through Riverfall, but the last few years have been a bit thin. A bit ahead you’ll see why.

They came to a clearing that opened up to the left