Category Archives: fantasy

Fiction – Pet

Safe for work. More of Dean and Roland. End might seem a bit abrupt but I’m not sure where it goes.

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Dean didn’t know if it was a small gathering or a large one. There were about a dozen of them, all of them shifters. That’s what Roland called them shifters. Nothing about the blood drinking, so not vampires. Dean didn’t know if the blood thing was necessary or just, gulp, fun and he hadn’t gathered the courage to ask yet. Roland was clearly the leader, or the most powerful, at least to Dean’s eyes, which actually weren’t very knowledgeable so he could be wrong. He was definitely biased. Roland was certainly the best looking and the best dressed. Nine males — not including Dean — and three females, which did include Haley. Dean and Haley made up what Dean considered Roland’s entourage. A hulking, hairy bruiser named Dan had his own two people, a bored-looking lumberjack of a guy — without the beard — named Jack had his two,  and a guy in a suit who looked like a lawyer who went by Norris — unknown if that was first of last name — had his two. The last was an old guy named Kern, who everyone deferred to like a crotchety grandfather. Continue reading Fiction – Pet

Bit of Fiction – Solander (Dark Elves)

Completely safe for work.

Today I got the rights back to Taken, my first book. Bittersweet feeling. On one hand, it hurts to know that it’s no longer available. On the other hand, this gives me a push to look at the stories again and maybe revisit the world of the raedjour. (And isn’t it sad that I had to go look up how to spell that? *shakes head at self*)

So, in that spirit, let’s take a look at this guy who introduced himself to me today.

Keep in mind that I’m doing much of this from my admittedly faulty memory. I haven’t actually read the books in awhile and I’ve got some research to do to refresh my memory of my own world. But I think I’m pretty close to my own rules.

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©2018 Jet Mykles

Solander crouched 30 feet from the entrance to the cave. The dust and gravel between him and the opening glowed with the rays of dawn’s light, but even those weak spears of illumination burned his eyes. Continue reading Bit of Fiction – Solander (Dark Elves)

Fiction – Up Top (mostly SFW)

I haven’t done one of these in a very long while. It’s mostly safe for work.

Not sure about the world. This one literally came to me as I wrote it. Any editorial errors are all mine. Enjoy!

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©2018 Jet Mykles

“Come here.”

Dean hesitated.

Roland’s dark brows lowered. “Come. Here.”

Hands dug deep in his pockets, Dean lowered his head and slunk across the polished stone floor toward his master. He didn’t stop until he saw the shine of expensive black shoes. If he didn’t already know he was in trouble, the bounce of the toe of the shoe of one crossed leg told him. He stopped and kept his head down, his face shielded by the shiny curls of his gold hair. That was going to annoy Roland too. His master liked his hair just long enough to grab but not enough to brush his shoulders. It was beyond that now.

“Look at me.” Continue reading Fiction – Up Top (mostly SFW)

EXCERPT – Reindeer Games 3: Naughty and Nice

This title is no longer available as of June 2018.

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©2014 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Excuse me.”

Rom looked up to see an adorable young man standing on the other side of the table. Which wasn’t odd. Rom was sitting with two other attractive men and had a beautiful lady seated on his lap. But this man stood out, first because Rom didn’t think he knew him, and second because he had an electronic tablet cradled in one arm and a red-feathered stylus in the other. He wore a distracted almost-frown that didn’t do a thing for his pointy face, and all of his what looked to be sumptuous lavender hair was pulled back into a severe and somewhat unattractive tail. His brown jacket was lined with speckled fur and buttoned so high and tight under his chin that Rom wondered he could breathe. Behind thin, wire-rimmed glasses, he stared steadily at Rom and didn’t smile or pout, didn’t do any number of the things designed to get—and keep—Rom’s attention.

Which might be why he got Rom’s attention. Continue reading EXCERPT – Reindeer Games 3: Naughty and Nice

EXCERPT – Toys for Good Girls

This title is no longer available as of June 2018.

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©2011 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Then the door swung wide open to reveal Tanty in a tiny little purple robe with a hem that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. The robe gaped in a deep V in the front that revealed the inner curves of both breasts and a sweet swath of flat belly. “Hi!”

He was toast.

Casually, she reached up to tuck abundant tangerine hair behind her ear as she toyed with her sash with the other hand. Gorgeous, dark blue almost-purple eyes blinked happily at him. “You are a saint for doing this.”

Bok had never felt less saintly in his life. “Uh, yeah.” Continue reading EXCERPT – Toys for Good Girls

EXCERPT – Reindeer Games

This title is no longer available as of June 2018.

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©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

There was a subdued pop far overhead. One moment there was only the pale sliver of moon and stars twinkling in the blanket of midnight sky. Then, from a faint sparkling of a cloud that wasn’t a cloud, emerged the silhouette of a sleigh pulled by nine reindeer.

“Here they come.” Pol pointed needlessly. They all knew what was there.

Lon watched with the rest of the handlers, captivated by the sight regardless of having seen it nightly over the past few months. At first, the sleigh and its chargers looked like little flying dolls, coasting shapes against the stars. Then they became more distinct as they neared. Reindeer galloping on air. The magical sleigh seemed weightless behind them. Even closer and the soft trill of jingle bells filled the air.

“Welcome home,” one of the handlers behind Lon and Pol murmured. Continue reading EXCERPT – Reindeer Games

Nera and the Prince – 7

This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series Nera and the Prince

Poor Nera. Quite a status she’s been given, but has the sharif made her life better or worse?

WARNING: graphic sex, lighter non-con and a little bit of m/m

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Ryun led the way back to his rooms, Aiden following with Nera bundled underneath his arm. No one spoke and Nera suspected Ryun’s angry presence was what cut a swath through the people in the corridors.

Miyn was there when they entered but wisely stayed silent and melted aside as Ryun stormed through the door. As he angrily yanked off his jerkin and boots, Aiden led Nera to sit on the wide bed. Aiden remained quiet and wouldn’t meet her gaze as he slid the cloak from her shoulders. He did reach up to smooth her loose hair and gave her a small, sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he rose and turned to face his master.

“Why wasn’t she branded?” In an explosion of movement, Ryun grabbed Miyn by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 7

Nera and the Prince – 6

This entry is part 6 of 7 in the series Nera and the Prince

Now that Scarn’s shaken things up, what’s Ryun to do? Find out how their father reacts.

WARNINGS: non-con

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It was the first time Nera was alone — or, at least, aware of it — since her capture. She pressed her forehead to the raised arm of the couch and clutched her fingers to either side of her head. The tears stopped after only a short time, leaving behind an emptiness. Her body ached in new places but she couldn’t believe it was anything serious. She’d survive, in body if not in soul.

Why was this happening to her? Why had Buir forsaken her? Or had Buir been attacked by the gods of the sharif?

She was still kneeling on the couch when they arrived. Huddled under the cloak, she peeked up to see Miyn rush in followed by Aiden in a great sweep of light gray robes.

Aiden fell to his knees at her side, the sleeves of his robe falling back on his pale forearms as he reached to cup her jaw. She might have flinched but his striking beauty worked as a balm to her nerves. For some reason, he calmed her despite the worry lines that marred the fine arch of her brows. She saw obvious concern in his narrowed green eyes. “Nera, are you all right?” Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 6

Nera and the Prince – 5

This entry is part 5 of 7 in the series Nera and the Prince

At long last, she continues! Please forgive if I get some details wrong between this episode and the last. It’s been two years after all. I’m still writing mostly stream of conscious, with only a vague idea of where it’s going. I’m not sure if it’s what people have expected but this is pretty much the direction I’d originally intended. Sorry it took me so long.

Still keeping the non-con warning on this one. Because it gets worse.

Also, still no one editing this one but me so any mistakes you see I can only ask you to overlook.

WARNINGS: non-consensual sex, f/f interaction, anal sex.

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Nera woke alone. The heated male presence that had exhausted her the day and night previous was gone. She could not pretend it was just a dream because the gold silk sheets and plush, soft pillows that she saw when she opened her eyes could not have been in her cell a the temple.

She closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow, willing herself to be elsewhere or, if that were impossible, to die. The attack on the temple had come in the wee hours of the morning. The men hired to defend the sacred temple of Buir had fallen quickly to the attackers. By mid-morning, Nera and her sister priestesses had all been trussed up and hauled off to the neighboring country. It had taken two days of travel, during which she and her fellow prisoners were released once in the early afternoon and once just after dusk for eating and calls of nature. They had arrived at the sumptuous palace and they’d known a life of slavery was ahead of them.

Nera had never expected to become a pleasure slave. Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 5