Frankenstein's Breeding Toy Part 1

By Melody Moon

The longer I stay at Dr. Stine's secluded mansion and the more I fuck her monster, the more I'll get paid. Dr. Stine herself is brilliant and beautiful...but it's her monster that I'm here to satisfy, not her. My instructions from Dr. Stine are easy to follow: spread my legs, take him deep, and let him breed me. (Warning: Explicit Sexual Content (Male Monster on Female Protagonist). Oral, vaginal penetration, creampies. 6000 Words.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melody Moon
• Release date: Sep 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215090268

Melody Moon

Monsters, monsters, monsters. (And maybe vampires.)

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Frankenstein’s Breeding Toy Part 1 by Melody Moon

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content (Male Monster on Female Protagonist). Oral, vaginal penetration, creampies. 6000 Words.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Part 1: The Truth

Look, I need to start with the truth: my name is Amber, and I didn’t plan on getting addicted to monster cock.

When I took Dr. Francine Stine’s offer, it was because the money was too much to pass up. Spend a weekend at her laboratory mansion in the mountains. Participate in an experiment for new technology in what she called the pleasure industry. Get a bank deposit with more zeros than I’d ever earned in a year.

But…I guess by now you’ve probably seen the videos. Someone called them Amber and the Monster.

You know some of the story. Maybe you judged me. Or maybe you watched me getting used by that monster and it got you as turned as I did. Those comment sections are a mix of hate and love.

That’s partially why I’m writing this book. I don’t expect you to understand. You most likely think I’m a fucked-up, lock-her-up-and-throw-away-the-key kind of freak.

I don’t care. I fucking love it. I’m still living in that mansion. I still dream about him even after I