Nik Faran, a son of the miserable harlot that lead a life of a miserable gigolo. His birth father is one of the top swordsmen that gave his mother the glory of entering his chamber now remained unknown.... more>>

Passing years allowed Nik to polish his skills as a prostitute before he was suddenly made aware of the rumour that was the mythical Incubus Society.

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Warning: This is my first novel ever and all the constructive criticism is accepted. Other rants will be royally ignored.

The novel is based for my ambition to make the biggest fictional harem. Therefore, lemon scenes are the focus.

It was at that moment that his life finally changed. <<less

There are those who enjoy a more vanilla style of lewding, and then there are those who prefer the mint chocolate chip with a side of calamari style of lewding. Damian is one such man. Ever since he was a teenager and was visiting sites much too mature for his age, he has been in love with taboo pairings such as a beauty and a beast. However, there is a problem.... more>>

Damian not only has many bizarre tastes, but he prioritizes consensual versions of his interests above all else. Alas, very little of such content is available.

Fortunately, thanks to one of the latest VRMMORPGs to hit the market and cash shop items, he can finally become all the monsters that he could ever dream of becoming to thoroughly (and consensually) enjoy his friends and other visitors inside of his virtual dungeon! And, of course, there will be monster girls. What better to use on monster girls than actual monsters?

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Cover art done ehrrr (https://twitter.com/ehrrr_)
This is a rewrite of my previous lewd story, Ero Dungeon Evolution. However, while it may have the same cast of characters, the setting, plot, and overarching themes are different. This one focuses much more on slice of life, lewds, romance, and dungeon management. <<less

Saskia thought her life was finally getting back on track after the accident. Then she got trolled. Now she’s up a tree the size of a planet, and all who meet her either run screaming or attack on sight. If everyone would just calm down and stop trying to kill her for one moment, she might get a chance to explain that this has all been a horrible misunderstanding.... more>>

Contains light GameLit/LitRPG elements, but no number crunching.
Cover art by Mrzombie. <<less

Your eyes open to an unknown ceiling. The rat squeals and drops of water give you a faint hint regarding your location, but not why you are there. Your memories betray you, unwilling to share even your own name. But as you're lost in thoughts, a voice eventually speaks— a girlish one at that.... more>>

It tells of a hundred floors, a challenge you wished to partake in. The damp prison cell is no more than a temporary sanctuary from the dangers you are about to face, she says. Though, It has no effect on the stale, lewd stench that protrudes the walls of stone, but by the time you realise she lied it is too late.

You have been robbed of your memories, and your life begins afresh. The owner of the voice suggests that you forget your former self and only focus on what's to come. A reward worthy of your struggles lays on the last floor of the tower— and she tells it is a wish.

Will you be able to fight your lust and escape the tower, or will the tower enthral you into wishing to return inside?

( Interactive story where readers decide what happens next.) <<less

I could never forget that day. The day when the final decisive battle that would dictate the future of all the younger generations ended in complete chaos and confusion. I lost everything; my parents, my family, and folks who placed their very lives in my hands. In my rage I lost sight of myself. I can never wash away the sins stained on my soul.. That is the day when I and many others were summoned to another world to become Heroes in their war against the Demons.... more>>

Unfortunately my sins did not disqualify myself from becoming the 'Saint', Which is best left to a woman. <<less