Control

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It’s getting dark.  Nearly time but I try to let it last as long as possible before I hide myself away.  With my mom gone, I have the whole house to myself.  And the, what’d the guy say that sold it?  The partially finished basement down below where I plan to hide myself away.

It’s enough.  I’m slowly learning to hold myself back.  To not destroy everything around me.  To not lose myself to it.  So a simple basement is enough.  It will be.  I have this under control now.

Music helps so I lay here in my old bed with my college books on the floor around me and my phone feeding music to my headphones to try and calm me. …

At The Stake

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Villagers burn the wrong woman at the stake and she takes revenge

From my Patreon!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

“They’ve come for you!” Cidrin yelled as he crashed through the small store.  He stumbled and fell and a shelf of glass shattered next to him.  “You have to run!  They’re coming for you!”

The small child still wore the cast she’d made for him and the herbs stuffed within mixed with the oils and tinctures from the broken vials surrounding him.  Midia glanced up sharply at his entry and immediately moved to help him back up.  She fussed at his arm but he pulled away as he caught his breath.…

Demo of my first CYOA type story, full thing is on Patreon!

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As part of my Patreon, I sloooowly work on something called a “Pick Your Path” (basically choose your own adventure) story where you can guide the story a little bit.

The first one (a werewolf, naturally) is complete and a very short demo is available here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Qcw6lYpZNr3hWaDi_vFT8db1tiF9gx0esbuIt7FqIwE

As it states in the demo, the complete thing is available on my Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

This has a bit of foot play, a bit of anal and a lot of male and female werewolf goodness :)…

Karma’s a…

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From my Patreon @ https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape.  He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food.  And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no.  He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.

He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her wine.  She refills the glass with what was left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt.  Once it complete, he leans forward to blow the salt towards her. …

Leashed Ch. 03

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Amber meets her maker and a decision!

A commission to end the Leashed series. This is too big for DeviantArt in one post so I had to make it two, I’m sorry!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Perched over the side of the bed while staring down at the collar, an absurd image suddenly takes root in my head.  All I can picture is Gollum in Lord of the Rings, reaching out for the eponymous Ring itself.

Precioussss, the creature in my head croons and, suddenly, the mood shifts and I roll as a giggle fit overtakes me.

Despite being alone, I reach for my mouth to hide my smile and laughter but my hand bumps into the side of my muzzle. …

Alpha Beta Selene

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“Come ooooon!” Bella crooned.  She sat in the small dorm room she shared with her roommate.  Her stomach was against the cheap, armless rolling chair she was able to afford and she spun lightly back and forth while facing her stubborn, shy friend.

“No, I really- I really don’t think it’d be a good idea,” Mia said.  She sat at the edge of her bed on her grandmother’s handmade quilt, staring at her hands.  Her pink nails stood out against her smooth, ebony skin as she rubbed her wrist slowly.  The tips of her frosted, straight black hair tickled her neck and she reached back to run her fingers against her nape while glancing at the clock on her phone.…

Moonlight Hymn

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From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.  Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…

Sheathed

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A man pays for to be changed via foot worship by a dog woman.

From my Patreon!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The bedroom is dimly lit with recessed lights at the corners of the room.  A single chair faces a luxurious four poster bed.  Sheer fabric, with a faint floral pattern, hangs from each post.  A dark walnut nightstand sits beside the bed.  The bed itself has an array of pillows with a thick, dark mahogany comforter perfectly arranged over tightly fitted sheets.

In stark contrast to the bed and the rest of the room, the chair is simplistic. …

A Fox In Socks

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A goth girl tries on a pair of cute, enchanted socks.

From my Patreon!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Zoe stared at the flat, white box as if it were a Jack-in-the-Box toy with a viper sitting on the spring mechanism.  Two candles flickered atop two separate glass skulls on opposite sides of her desk. Despite being nearly midnight, she glanced at her locked door.  Her roommate would be sleeping so she was safe. It was Friday and he’s been studying all day for a test he had on Monday.

Brushing artificially colored black bangs away from her face, she stared back at the box. …

Berserker

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From my Patreon: A Viking berserker decides to turn a captured woman

Blackened flakes rose into the air, carried on the updrafts of the fires that consumed thatched roofs and simple wooden walls. They fell back, gathering before swirling in the wind like a grotesque black river winding through the sky.

Screams filled the air – cries of terror and pain as the warriors made their way through the village, searching for survivors.

A few of the men were clad in pelts while the rest bore their nudity with pride. Soot and blood – some their own – lined their muscled bodies as they reveled in their victory.…