Author: V. L. Vance
WhatWhat: This is a seeding story, which means it’s as close to being mpreg as anything can be without being mpreg. As promised during the gill-man installment, I went back to find the “origin story,” such as it is. Logan’s trying to invent a serum that will make straight men fancy him. It explodes all over him, and then he has to go seduce Frankenstein’s monster. Typical day at the lab, really.
“It’s alive! It’s alive!” the small, dwarfish man across the table from me screamed, his hands in the air.
“No, he’s not,” I said, pointing at the slumped figure on the table. “It was just a reaction from electric shock. Are you sure you guys are scientists?” (loc 21)
I love a good IT’S ALIVE! scene.
“Igor hungry!” the small dwarf said from his new place on a stool near the wall. “Igor eat!”
“Igor needs not to speak in the third person,” I said, rolling my eyes for probably the tenth time today. (loc 31)
Is there any chance that next year we could get V.L.Vance nominated for a Hugo or something?
Soon his cock was swelling even farther in my mouth. I moaned as he exploded, his batter coating my tonsils like they were a batch of sliced apples begging for a warm brown sugar glaze. (loc 142)
That’s Dr. Frankenstein’s cock, if you were wondering.
“Yes, please, breed me, give me your monster seed. I need it!” (loc 250)
Verdict: I’m devouring these like b-movie flavoured candy. You think that’s not a flavour? It is: it tastes like drive-in movie popcorn and bonfire-roasted marshmallows on the beach and a little bit like coconut oil and sweat.