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And that is not the only thing, Author Meraki P. Dark brought a wonderful Holiday story to share and you can read it first here!!

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Blurb: 

In the beginning, an Incubus was merely a low-ranking demon who fed on the sexual terror he could inflict upon a human being. But that was before one of them got the idea to turn a human with nothing to lose into the perfect demon feeder.

 

Kendrick was a mere stable boy when the Lil-demon Bakzel watched him get raped by the Lord of the manor. Recognizing potential, Bakzel made the stable boy an offer to gain the power necessary to take revenge in return for Kendrick gathering energy for himself and his conspiring Lil-demons.

For four hundred years, Kendrick has, as a demon endowed incubus, worked on securing his demon Master energy to rise. Recognizing that he will soon succeed, the stable boy begins to think about the future. But the latest victim collected to feed the incubus’ urges was missed more than expected.

 

*Please note that Harvest of Lil is in the genre Horror as it contains the effects of demonic manipulation, and as a result, content in these works may contain graphic scenes of depravity, cruelty, and violence—sexual or otherwise—that could be offensive and potentially triggering to some readers.

 

SERIES CONTAINS: non-con, dub-con, whipping, fisting, twincest, Master/slave, voyeurism, power struggle, sensory deprivation, menagé, demons and demonic manipulation, puppy play, extreme sadism, death, abduction, exhibitionism, slavery, psychological mindfucks, extreme violence, and dystopia settings.

 

A Merry Lil Christmas

New York, 2008

A Lil Harvest holiday short

By Meraki P. Dark

 

Mason sat in front of the fireplace, enjoying a cup of tea before bedtime. It was December first, and snow blanketed the grounds. The dogs loved it. Especially Mr. Colt. But Mason wasn’t feeling it. All those business contacts and no real holiday feel…

He smiled as an idea came to him. “Sam?”

Sam stepped through a shadow. “Yes, Master?”

“I need your help and secrecy.”

“Oh?” Sam strode closer, then knelt next to ass mutt to look up at Mason.

“I want to have some Christmas fun.”

“A new idea?”

“Yeah, I want to have two parties. One, the usual human one where we have all the humans over and smile formally while we pretend to be in a Christmas spirit. And one for us.”

“We always have a Christmas dinner just us, Master.” Sam lit up at Mason’s secretive smile. “An underling Christmas?”

“In Kendrick Hall, yes. And I want to be Santa.”

Ass mutt chuckled, then sat up. “Must be Bad Santa.”

Mason looked at him, able to see his grinning face as it needed rest from the puppy mask. He then booped his nose. “And you get to be Rudolph.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“Do the underlings need to know to buy Master a present?”

“No. No buying presents outside what you usually do. I’m Santa, so I’ll be bringing the presents, but the naughty ones don’t get coal in this house.” Another idea sparked, making him grin.

Sam clapped his hands.

 

Finally, they’d managed to clear the calendar to meet up in their finest, the underlings gaping as Mason strode into Kendrick Hall, hollering “Ho, ho, ho!”

Ass mutt followed, dragging a buggy doubling as a sleigh with a big box, wrapped with a bow and everything. He looked the part with his puppy mask’s nose being red and antlers on his head.

Mason went to stand in front of the kneeling line of underlings while ass mutt stopped behind them. “Well, don’t all you underlings look nice and naughty.”

Willow sputtered laughter, while Gary gaped and popped a boner. Yeah, he knew a tight red leather suit in Santa colors would have an effect. One or the other.

“Now!” He unfurled a few pieces of paper he’d taped together and rolled up to look like parchment and written the underlings’ names on. “Let’s check that naughty list. Elise!”

She snickered as she got to her feet and went to stand in front of him.

“Have you been naughty this year?”

“As much as possible, Master.”

“Bad Santa!” he whispered loudly, then indicated to his leather attire.

She giggled—something Mason was sure he’d never heard before. “Yes, Bad Santa, I’ve been very naughty.”

“Good, girl, I mean, bad girl.” He couldn’t help but grin. “Let’s see what Bad Santa’s got for the wicked underling.” Mason turned around to have his back to the row of underlings, then bent over to showcase his posterior in tight leather while he theatrically rummaged through the bag.

He finally stood with a block of fake coal. “Aha!” He turned his upper body to look at the underlings, most grinning goofily, others looking horny. He then turned full front to Elise and handed her the lump of coal.

“Seriously, Santa?”

“Yes, but it’s from Bad Santa, so it’s magical coal. Drop it.”

She let go, and it hit the floor, not breaking like he’d intended.

“Hmm. Try again.”

She picked it up, this time tossing it a bit harder against the floor, and the material cracked open, revealing a small box. She picked it up. “Safety pins?” But she looked happy about them. “Oh, Bad Santa, I can do many naughty things with these.”

“That’s my girl.”

She went back to kneel in line, smiling at her box of safety pins.

Theatrically, Mason unfurled the naughty list again, picking the second name picked by a die to give a piece of magic coal.

A candle with a matchbook taped to the side, a set of sounds in three sizes, a small handmade whip from thin electrical cords, wooden cloth pins which he’d painted black and written numbers on with a gold marker, a hairbrush, and a grooming glove for dogs.

Those last two got him questionable looks, yet Helena quickly figured out what to do with the hairbrush as she smacked Joey’s ass with the pointy side. “I like this one, Bad Santa!” she exclaimed.

Joey, having gotten the grooming glove, pulled it on with a wickedly clever expression. He then looked at Helena, who quickly turned around for him to test it out.

“And a final present for you. Rudolph!”

Ass mutt pulled the make-shift sleigh up in front of them, and all underlings stared at the nicely wrapped present.

“That smells terrified,” Willow whispered, lust and hunger shining brightly in her black eyes.

“Underlings.” Mason threw out his arms. “No surprise there.”

She grinned at him.

“But it’s for you, so come unwrap your present.”

They got to their feet, leaving their presents where they’d sat, and unwrapped the box. They tore even the cardboard away, revealing the man that Mason had tied down to look like a suckling pig with a red ball gag in his mouth and a pigtail anal plug in his ass. He’d even tied a big red bow around his stomach.

“Now all the coal makes sense!” Elise exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Merry Lil Christmas, my underlings.”

“Thank you, Bad Santa!”

Mason grinned, stepping back to pet ass mutt the red-nosed reindeer.

“And for my special mutt. A bone…er. No chewing.”

Ass mutt grinned up at him. “Best Christmas ever, Master.”

Meraki P. Dark is, as the last name suggests, the dark side of Meraki P. Lyhne.

Where Meraki P. Lyhne will play with anything from fluffy slow-burns with HEA and go to the border of dub-con, letting his characters deliver a striped ass, Meraki P. Dark will explore the depraved minds during non-con, and he’ll play with whatever fetish catches his attention.

It is the human psyche and its abilities to stretch or break that will be explored to its fullest. There will always be a plot—no one is tortured unless the character finds a good reason for it within the plot. There is room for love and tender moments, too, but they have to work hard for it!

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