This serial, first published on the K.A. Merikan PATREON, focuses on Jack Addison, a young venator aka monster hunter, who learns about compassion, love, and the flexibility of his sexuality during exploits all over the globe.
📢POSSIBLE SPOILERS:📢
Themes: pride, dreams, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations
Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy
Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes
💥WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.💥
Summary:
“Apparently, black market werewolf pheromones were readily available if one knew who to ask.”
Two years on from his first assignment, Jack Addison is a seasoned monster hunter, as hungry for fame and glory as he’d been when he first saw his rival, Roux Chat-Bonnes. They meet again when Jack is trapped by seven polyamorous gnomes, but what Roux doesn’t know is that Jack has developed a taste for unusual creatures and got himself captured on purpose.
Roux himself, with his furry body and graceful tail, is just the kind of man Jack would like to get to know intimately, if he only wasn’t so uncertain about flirting.
Opportunity for time together comes when the two of them are asked to hunt down a rogue werewolf pack. But with Roux being his usual uptight self, Jack turns his attention to the possibility of charming a werewolf. To increase his chances, he purchases a vial of pheromones, but once Jack and Roux are alone in the woods during the full moon, the line between hunter and hunted gets blurry.
Summary:
“Can I get a ride on your back?”
“Only if you get me a drink first.”
Jack Addison’s career as a monster hunter is blossoming, and so is his experience in dealing with all kinds of interesting species. But one creature still remains a mystery to Jack—the feline-like Roux Chat-Bonnes. His fellow venator has been avoiding Jack since their successful werewolf hunt in Bohemia, but a man can only pine for so long, which is why Jack decides to vacation on a Greek island famous for its centaur population.
Eager to get intimately acquainted with one of the hooved beauties, Jack instead uncovers a cruel plot that will change his view of human-centaur relations for good.
Jack Addison has definitely found his calling, okay he might not be the best or most serious monster hunter out there but he certainly knows what he wants. As he continues to set out and taste the "forbidden" side of the monster world(or at least forbidden in terms as his family would define) the one he truly wants to sample, fellow venator and rival Roux Chat-Bonnes, continues to resist his flirting. With A Pack of Horny Werewolves we finally begin to see that perhaps there is more to Jack than just his lust and desire to bed all creatures when he rescues Roux from the werewolves. Then again, afterwards he sticks his foot in it and Jack finds himself back to square one when it comes to Roux. Will Jack never learn?
I should add that this series(or serial however you choose to label it) may not be for everyone, I would certainly label it "out there" but personally I find Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble to be an oddly but incredibly erotic and fun series of adventures that I am so glad I stumbled upon.
I have been a fan of the old serials of the 30s & 40s and though Jack Addison vs A Whole World of Hot Trouble doesn't have the "cliffhangers" and is very today instead of yesteryear in the sizzle area, I just want to take a minute to thank the authors for reminding me of the fun factor those old weekly serials bring to my growing DVD collection.
Jack Addison vs. Centaur Pimps #4
Jack Addison vs. Centaur Pimps pretty much says it all😉😉. Once again Jack continues his conquest to bed anything and everything in the monster world. I think we begin to see a slightly different side of Jack in Pimps, oh don't get me wrong he is still insatiable when it comes to his desires but we see his heart start to shine through. If only Roux would see it too. I can't wait to see where Jack goes next and if he will do it alone or has he found his place? So much goodness packed into so few pages.
As usual, this series is not for everyone but if you don't mind the "out there" side of Jack's lust than I'm sure you'll love Jack Addison vs A Whole World of Hot Trouble as much as I do. As he "tackles" a different creature in each entry technically you could start anywhere but I highly recommend reading the series in order, I personally can't imagine discovering the journey in any other order than as its written.
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Jack Addison vs. A Pack of Horny Werewolves #3
If Jack were to pick the most transformative moment of his young life so far, he would have to pick the day he’d met Lavaan—or Nessie—and lived to tell the tale to precisely no one. He did share the unbelievable secret (without details) with Drake Nguyen and a number of unidentified venators who’d stumbled upon the beautiful creature during the annual hunt, but for the most part he felt alone in his newfound affinity for non-human bodies.
It was an indulgence he needed to keep to himself, so only he and his lovers knew the truth about Jake Addison, and not a single word about his escapades could ever reach his father’s ear. But away from the predominantly human population of his hometown, the world was rich in the weird and wonderful, and Jack’s appetite grew with each exotic conquest.
There had been a giant far North, whom Jack had to jerk off using his entire body, and who had come so much Jack could have lost his life drowning in spunk. A few weeks later, he’d been sucked off by a male veela, and fooled around with a poltergeist who refused to leave its former home due to unfinished business. Thankfully, he was more agreeable after getting a good fucking from Jack.
But not all of Jack’s attempts at broadening his sexual horizons had been as successful. Two months prior, he’d attempted to seduce a swarm of sentient bees, only to end up trapped and begging for mercy when their teasing turned into torture. Weeks had passed until all the ugly stings were gone, and his dick once again worked as normal.
But failure had never stopped an Addison from exploration, which had brought Jack to the beautiful valleys of Bavaria. And a group of seven polyamorous gnomes, all eager to get a piece of him.
Technically, his job had been to subdue them, trap them, and bring them to justice at the local interspecies negotiator’s office, but when Jack had first read about their scandalous, obscene behaviors scaring away venators, he took a coach all the way from Berlin to try and get himself some action.
He let them entrap him and pin him to the ground with his own rope—naked—but what they didn’t know was that the rope had been created by Jack’s ingenious sister and would loosen if he pressed hard in a sequence only Jack knew. If he needed to, he could free himself from peril at any second.
One of the gnomes, a thick-limbed fellow with a salt-and-pepper beard and large feet, slapped his small hand against Jack’s face, leaving behind a sting, before barking something in German.
Jack moaned into the gag made of the tiniest of comforters and a gnome-sized bedsheet, and jerked his hips, aroused by the prospect of getting intimately acquainted with this depraved septet. Were he anyone else—he’d have been trapped for good.
Packe, the youngest of the gnomes, still beardless and with a high-pitched voice, was the only one to know English. He gleefully crawled up Jack’s chest on his hands and knees, offering a toothy smile. His teeth were so ungodly small in comparison to the size of his mouth!
“You will be sorry you walked into our territory, human,” Packe said, before rapidly unfastening his pants to present his cock, which already seemed unnaturally large for his size, and still growing.
The one with the annoying giggle rubbed a feather along Jack’s cheek, then all the way down his neck. He was saying something in German, but it sounded as if he were laughing at his own jokes. The glide of the feather down his body made Jack wriggle helplessly in the binds.
Another gnome pulled his cock out and had to use two of his tiny hands to stroke himself. No one would ever believe Jack if he told them about this.
Their cocks were small in comparison to that of an average human male’s, but those gnomes were known to play rough, and just thinking about them parting his buttocks, two, maybe even three pricks pushing into Jack’s hole at once, set his skin aflame and made him rock against the teasing touch.
That was exactly what he wanted—the kind of illicit experience most of his friends wouldn’t have been able to get their heads around. He was about to get fucked into oblivion by seven gnomes, and do his actual job of bringing them to justice once he was satisfied. What a fantastic way of killing two birds with one stone!
Jack gasped when a rock fell to the side of his head. He hadn’t imagined they’d be playing that rough. But the gnomes seemed confused as well, and when Jack turned to look where the rock fell, he frowned at the smoke coming out of the round object.
He knew the scent—a Slumber Smoke Bomb! He writhed in his binds in panic.
No!
Not yet!
But Packe’s eyes closed, and he fell headfirst to Jack’s chest, still holding his engorged cock. Jack fought the sudden tiredness, but it was no use. Soon enough, he dozed off as well.
Jack Addison vs. Centaur Pimps #4
Jack enjoyed the sun, but now that he knew he was waiting for someone, he couldn’t stay still. Would Calix be pleasant? Stubborn? Wild? Gentle? Was he broken in? He surely was.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a centaur enter the beach through the gate, but he didn’t want to stare, so he drank his cocktail and pretended he wasn’t bothered by any of this.
But once the long legs covered with sleek tan fur stopped right next to him, it became impossible not to look up.
Calix was stunning.
His facial features had gorgeous symmetry, lavish, straight black hair cascaded down his shoulders and all the way to his taut stomach. He cocked his head with a smile, making all sensible thoughts disappear from Jack’s head. If Jack were to get those lips around his cock, would he have to climb up somewhere? Or would the centaur sit in the sand?
Jack smiled, squeezing his glass with an odd sense of nervous apprehension. Jack Addison wasn’t the kind of man who got nervous very often, yet here he was—wondering how one could get that bit closer to a beautiful creature like Calix. The centaur was naked, with the exception of a long shell necklace, which wiggled against the smooth skin of his chest like bait for Jack’s eyes. Should he go straight to business? Should he pretend this meeting was accidental? Should he ask for Calix’s name, even though he already knew it?
“I love this weather. I spend way too much time in colder climates.”
Calix leaned down and stroked Jack’s shoulder, giving him instant goosebumps. The centaur was so… big. “Oh, no! How do you manage without fur?” He laughed, making a snorting sound which was too cute for words, despite this man definitely being a stallion.
If Jack were to pick the most transformative moment of his young life so far, he would have to pick the day he’d met Lavaan—or Nessie—and lived to tell the tale to precisely no one. He did share the unbelievable secret (without details) with Drake Nguyen and a number of unidentified venators who’d stumbled upon the beautiful creature during the annual hunt, but for the most part he felt alone in his newfound affinity for non-human bodies.
It was an indulgence he needed to keep to himself, so only he and his lovers knew the truth about Jake Addison, and not a single word about his escapades could ever reach his father’s ear. But away from the predominantly human population of his hometown, the world was rich in the weird and wonderful, and Jack’s appetite grew with each exotic conquest.
There had been a giant far North, whom Jack had to jerk off using his entire body, and who had come so much Jack could have lost his life drowning in spunk. A few weeks later, he’d been sucked off by a male veela, and fooled around with a poltergeist who refused to leave its former home due to unfinished business. Thankfully, he was more agreeable after getting a good fucking from Jack.
But not all of Jack’s attempts at broadening his sexual horizons had been as successful. Two months prior, he’d attempted to seduce a swarm of sentient bees, only to end up trapped and begging for mercy when their teasing turned into torture. Weeks had passed until all the ugly stings were gone, and his dick once again worked as normal.
But failure had never stopped an Addison from exploration, which had brought Jack to the beautiful valleys of Bavaria. And a group of seven polyamorous gnomes, all eager to get a piece of him.
Technically, his job had been to subdue them, trap them, and bring them to justice at the local interspecies negotiator’s office, but when Jack had first read about their scandalous, obscene behaviors scaring away venators, he took a coach all the way from Berlin to try and get himself some action.
He let them entrap him and pin him to the ground with his own rope—naked—but what they didn’t know was that the rope had been created by Jack’s ingenious sister and would loosen if he pressed hard in a sequence only Jack knew. If he needed to, he could free himself from peril at any second.
One of the gnomes, a thick-limbed fellow with a salt-and-pepper beard and large feet, slapped his small hand against Jack’s face, leaving behind a sting, before barking something in German.
Jack moaned into the gag made of the tiniest of comforters and a gnome-sized bedsheet, and jerked his hips, aroused by the prospect of getting intimately acquainted with this depraved septet. Were he anyone else—he’d have been trapped for good.
Packe, the youngest of the gnomes, still beardless and with a high-pitched voice, was the only one to know English. He gleefully crawled up Jack’s chest on his hands and knees, offering a toothy smile. His teeth were so ungodly small in comparison to the size of his mouth!
“You will be sorry you walked into our territory, human,” Packe said, before rapidly unfastening his pants to present his cock, which already seemed unnaturally large for his size, and still growing.
The one with the annoying giggle rubbed a feather along Jack’s cheek, then all the way down his neck. He was saying something in German, but it sounded as if he were laughing at his own jokes. The glide of the feather down his body made Jack wriggle helplessly in the binds.
Another gnome pulled his cock out and had to use two of his tiny hands to stroke himself. No one would ever believe Jack if he told them about this.
Their cocks were small in comparison to that of an average human male’s, but those gnomes were known to play rough, and just thinking about them parting his buttocks, two, maybe even three pricks pushing into Jack’s hole at once, set his skin aflame and made him rock against the teasing touch.
That was exactly what he wanted—the kind of illicit experience most of his friends wouldn’t have been able to get their heads around. He was about to get fucked into oblivion by seven gnomes, and do his actual job of bringing them to justice once he was satisfied. What a fantastic way of killing two birds with one stone!
Jack gasped when a rock fell to the side of his head. He hadn’t imagined they’d be playing that rough. But the gnomes seemed confused as well, and when Jack turned to look where the rock fell, he frowned at the smoke coming out of the round object.
He knew the scent—a Slumber Smoke Bomb! He writhed in his binds in panic.
No!
Not yet!
But Packe’s eyes closed, and he fell headfirst to Jack’s chest, still holding his engorged cock. Jack fought the sudden tiredness, but it was no use. Soon enough, he dozed off as well.
Jack Addison vs. Centaur Pimps #4
Jack enjoyed the sun, but now that he knew he was waiting for someone, he couldn’t stay still. Would Calix be pleasant? Stubborn? Wild? Gentle? Was he broken in? He surely was.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a centaur enter the beach through the gate, but he didn’t want to stare, so he drank his cocktail and pretended he wasn’t bothered by any of this.
But once the long legs covered with sleek tan fur stopped right next to him, it became impossible not to look up.
Calix was stunning.
His facial features had gorgeous symmetry, lavish, straight black hair cascaded down his shoulders and all the way to his taut stomach. He cocked his head with a smile, making all sensible thoughts disappear from Jack’s head. If Jack were to get those lips around his cock, would he have to climb up somewhere? Or would the centaur sit in the sand?
Jack smiled, squeezing his glass with an odd sense of nervous apprehension. Jack Addison wasn’t the kind of man who got nervous very often, yet here he was—wondering how one could get that bit closer to a beautiful creature like Calix. The centaur was naked, with the exception of a long shell necklace, which wiggled against the smooth skin of his chest like bait for Jack’s eyes. Should he go straight to business? Should he pretend this meeting was accidental? Should he ask for Calix’s name, even though he already knew it?
“I love this weather. I spend way too much time in colder climates.”
Calix leaned down and stroked Jack’s shoulder, giving him instant goosebumps. The centaur was so… big. “Oh, no! How do you manage without fur?” He laughed, making a snorting sound which was too cute for words, despite this man definitely being a stallion.
K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes Merikan, a team of writers, who are taken for sisters with surprising regularity. Kat’s the mean sergeant and survival specialist of the duo, never hesitating to kick Agnes’s ass when she’s slacking off. Her memory works like an easy-access catalogue, which allows her to keep up with both book details and social media. Also works as the emergency GPS. Agnes is the Merikan nitpicker, usually found busy with formatting and research. Her attention tends to be scattered, and despite pushing thirty, she needs to apply makeup to buy alcohol. Self-proclaimed queen of the roads.
They love the weird and wonderful, stepping out of the box, and bending stereotypes both in life and books. When you pick up a Merikan book, there’s one thing you can be sure of – it will be full of surprises.
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