First of all, an apology: I started writing the third installment of Futa Centaur a couple of months ago, but, well… life intervenes. I was offered some extra work, and what with an overseas holiday then Christmas coming up, how could I refuse?
Unfortunately, that job also ended up sucking up most of my writing time, with the result that Futa Centaur 3 has mostly just been stuck in my skull. Which is unfair on readers, because (to my lasting regret) Romanced by the Futa Centaur ended on such a cliffhanger.
I’m hating making you wait so long.
Which is why I’m posting chapter one of Futa Centaur 3 (its working title) here, for free. It should at least tie up a little bit of the loose ends left dangling in Romanced. This is a draft, of course, but any revisions should only be minor.
Enjoy, and see you all in 2020!
Gennara stared, her mind whirling. This was Bles? This lanky, mild-looking man with the dirty, gray hair was black-hearted, “Bloody Bles”, the fearsome magician? Apart from his robes and the hair and beard, he looked almost harmless. When he smiled, his black eyes seemed almost to twinkle.
With the Wonderlust series finally put to bed, I’m concentrating my energies on the third Futa Centaur story. This one will flesh out the world of Gennara and Sharronne in more detail.
We’ll also get to meet a lot more centaurs!
We call our time mikkesh, and when it hits you – it hits you. It becomes almost uncontrollable.”
“Sounds fun, to me!”
“Uh-uh,” Sharronne said firmly. “Because everyone knows – especially the men. It drives them nuts. Between wanting to fuck everyone, and all the men fighting to fuck her, a girl in mikkesh can set the whole village upside-down. That’s why we have the tormikkah. It’s a special place where only women are allowed to go. Well away from the men. Other women take turns to guard it.” She smiled. “Most of us look forward to it. Some time away from the rest of the village. You’d like it, it’s nice. There’s a communal bath, you have your own room. Places to relax.”
“And a house full of horny women.” Gennara snickered.
Alyson is a prisoner in the Queen’s black, forbidding castle, locked in a dungeon and guarded night and day by goblins…and subjected to the Queen’s humiliating – but strangely arousing – punishments. All seems helpless.
But it turns out that she has friends and allies where they are least expected.
Oops, sorry, everyone, for zoning out like that, for… four whole months??
No way. It can’t be that long… but date stamps don’t lie. Dammit.
Just a quick update, then: I’m down to literally the last pages of Wonderlust, and I’ve been doing a lot of work on Futa Centaur 3 at the same time. I’m hoping you’re really going to like the next one, as it takes the story much further. We meet Sharronne’s (extended) family, and find out a bunch more about centaurs, among a whole lot of other stuff.
Jennifer’s insatiable lust, accompanied with her regimented life, leads her to a life altering decision.
Some famous author, whose name escapes me now, once said, “I don’t have time to write short stories”.
While that might seem contradictory, there’s some hard truth in it: a (good) short story has to do a lot of lifting, in a very short time.
Character development, scene setting, plot – all the things a novel typically has whole chapters to get done, a short story has to achieve in a page or two, maybe.
This is what makes Sexcretary such a delight: Bella Bondai quickly and deftly sketches her characters, her protagonist especially. She also makes her characters unique. Jennifer has just enough quirks to make her human and relatable, without straying into the tired “manic pixie girlfriend” stuff.
The characters and the story are enjoyable, relatable, and above all, believable. The story is hot. And the writing is good.
This is Bella’s first story. Here’s looking forward to more.