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Here is chapter 1 of "Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks" a 9-chapter novella. You can get the rest of this story by Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by , audio produced by .
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AudioThrust is go! We are proud to present "Rockets, Rapiers and Romance" Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by , audio produced by .
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Welcome listeners! Soon it will be time for this podcast to come out of its chrysalis, transformed into a glorious new form. Here is what is going to happen: 1> The format is changing. Instead of focusing on short stories, I’ll be presenting short stories, novellas, and perhaps even novels. They will be written by me, and they will come out when they come out. Working to a deadline was stressful and I need to reduce the stress in my life. You’ll receive a bunch of episodes, and then a hiatus while I write the next season. The podcast will be closed to submissions...
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This month's patron-funded story is Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan. It's narrated by the author. ANNOUNCEMENT: As of today, the Nobilis Erotica podcast is going on hiatus. The patreon campaign is paused, the call for submissions is closed, and there will be no stories posted. Stay subscribed to the podcast feed, however. As I pursue new projects, I'll announce them here, and you won't want to miss it. If you enjoy this podcast, you're going to enjoy the things I've got coming up. And if things go well, we'll be seeing more stories again. Thank you all for the fabulous...
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This month's patron-funded story is Bitter Luck by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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This month's patron-funded story is The Face of Venus by . It's narrated by Nobilis reed.
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This month's patron-funded story is Time by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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This month's patron-funded story is "A Merman Walks Into a Bar" by . It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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This month's patron-funded story is The Haunted Vagina by . It's narrated by .
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This episode is "The Princess and the Penis" by Linn Thomas, narrated by . Once upon a time, not all that long ago and in a land not that far away, lived a delightful princess. All who met her, both men and women immediately fell in love. Sometimes individuals became infatuated with the princess because of her delightful wit, her kind words or crystal laugh. Others found themselves seduced by her keen intellect, sharp insights and wide knowledge. And of course, she was beautiful. Long luxurious hair, soft clear skin combined with a luscious body. Whether the visitor fell in love with...
info_outlineMay's Patron-funded episode (yes, I know it's late) is "Kentaurida" by Mason Hawthorne, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
In the grey predawn the dense, ancient forest pressing right up to the edge of the road looms over George, as he picks his way along, careful not to turn an ankle in the deep ruts left by farmers carts and post wagons. He’s heard that this forest is untouched since ancient times, the last virgin wild lands this side of the continent, powerfully haunted, according to the common folk, and a stronghold of the old gods.
It is cold, and the stars glitter in the sky, the husk of the setting moon is all the light George has to find the marker he was told of. It is an old thing, standing as tall as a man, the carved stone weathered by the centuries. The head on top is still well formed, and Hermes’ sly, gleeful smile beams from atop its square pillar. As George approaches he can make out, at the appropriate height, a carved penis standing at a jaunty angle from a stylised bush of pubic hair. He stops in front of it, and reaches out to touch the stone penis for good luck.
Turning from the herm, he tightens the straps of his pack and fords his way into the forest. It is black under the cover of the trees, even the moon’s feeble light lost, he strains to see the obstacles in his path, and more than once loses his footing on the slick leaf litter and uneven coils of roots. Soon, George is breathless with exertion, and sweating; his shirt clings to his skin. Clammy and chilled, he must pause for a moment to tug his collar away from his throat and adjust his pack.
It is so quiet, even the birds are silent; there’s not a sound aside from his laboured breathing and the crunch of dried leaves under his boots. George fits his fist against his side to ease the ache in his ribs, and a prickle crawls up the nape of his neck. What is that sense of hushed watchfulness that surrounds him? Why does it feel as though his every move is being scrutinised? George shakes himself off like a dog—isn’t it silly to believe all those folk superstitions—he squares his shoulders and carries on, labouring up the slope.
But then, he is here because he believes in the folk tales. Because they say that beyond the curses and malevolent spirits, there was the chance to gain a miraculous cure, or the power of divination, or a dozen other such boons. The cure is all he wants, some kind of treatment. If he has come all this way to find nothing, he thinks he may as well die.