Nobilis Erotica

This month's patron-funded story is The Love you Make by David Hill.  It's narrated by Scottie Calif. This episode is sponsored by Literotica.  For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class Harriet wasn’t frightened by the close encounter—at least, honestly, not very much—because she had seen it all before in the movies and on television: the blinding lights in the sky stabbing down toward her car, the problems with the ignition, the headlights, and the other electrical circuitry. The trembling of the earth beneath her tires, the feeling that what she was experiencing was all a dream. Even though, of course, it wasn’t. What did surprise her was that, after the whole passé rigmarole was over, she hadn’t been abducted. No alien implants, no pointless medical experimentation, no bizarre attempts at communication. The only departure from script—the only thing out of the ordinary—was that, as the ship rose into the night sky on pillars of blue light,

This month's free story is "The Place Where Heroes are Made" by Sarah Ellis, narrated by Dee Reed. Our sponsor this month is Literotica. For an ad-free version of the podcast, support us on Patreon.  

This month's story is "Anything but That" by TammyJo Eckhart, narrated by Vivienne Ferrari. This episode is sponsored by Literotica. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class “That can’t be,” Darina’s whisper froze in her chest as the creature inside the cell snarled and snapped its huge teeth in her direction. She pressed her back against the cool stone wall of the basement and slid down to sit on the floor. She tried to control her breathing, but she just couldn’t seem to get a breath at all, because there was a knot in her throat. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights, she identified the creature; a huge wolf, “far bigger than any wolf should be,” her rational mind mused. She realized she was overthinking it and calmed down. She released her breath and took a slow deep one. Using techniques she trained into her submissives when they panicked, she counted out three slow breaths, but her body seemed frozen. “Jesus!” she gasped as the beast thrashed wildly, throwing its body around yet barely moving. Why wasn’

This month's free episode is "Something in the Way" by Amelia Coulon, narrated by Jo Bennett. It's sponsored by the Literotica Podcast.  Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class at your favorite ebook retailer, or get the Monster Whisperer, Second Class Audiobook on Amazon, Audible, or Apple. 

This month's patron-funded story is "Carnival of Sensation" by Nobilis Reed.  It's narrated by the author. If you want an ad-free version of the podcast, support the patreon campaign. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class Gruss had been studying the gravitational fluxes of black hole 459 dash 54 for several hundred thousand seconds when Fandel appeared.  “The secret,” he said, dropping into orbit around Gruss with an abrupt bending of space, “Is authenticity.”  That is to say, he expressed his thoughts in quantum encoded radio pulses.  “It’s not a secret if you tell everyone,” said Gruss, “And you tell everyone. Find someone else to tell, you’re warping the event horizon and spoiling my measurements”  Fandel continued undeterred by the observation. “That’s why it’s so important to go back to Origin. For authenticity.” His spherical outer shell glowed in the infrared, absorbing all other frequencies.   Fandel had always been a glutton.  Gruss shifted the neutronium plates of their armature, altering the surf

This month's patron-funded story is "Biohazard" by Victoria Frost, narrated by Eleanor O'Brien.  Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class Although the junior adjudicators liked to go out for drinks after work, it didn’t mean they weren’t as boring and pretentious while lounging in the mixed quarter and drinking galactic drinks as they were in the Hall of Justice. U’elh sighed, sipping her drink, and gazed out over the bar, watching Ma'elhian and Humans avoid each other or, very occasionally, mingle. To her surprise, at the bar she spotted a familiar jawline. She waited until the woman turned. It was her. Last week, a Human murderer had been brought to face Ma’elhian judgement. He was accompanied by two Human guards: one a male in a bulky jacket and gloves, and the other a young female, with a strong jaw and watchful eyes, showing no sign that she felt the Hall of Justice’s usual chill. Usually, there was little reason for Humans to enter the Hall of Justice. They had their own courts and took responsibility fo

This extra episode is provided courtesy of the Hallowed Covenant crowdfunding campaign on Indiegogo.  Find them at: https://www.indiegogo.com/at/hallowedcovenant

Greetings, listeners! Today, I am announcing a reorganization of the Nobilis Erotica podcast and patreon campaign. In doing this, I’m asking you to step up, and help me do something I’ve needed to do for quite some time.  The support tiers have been the same for seven years, and a lot has changed over that time, including in the world of erotic audio.  Quite frankly, the rate that I pay voice talent is just too low. I can get narrators, as you’ve heard, but the rate I’m paying them is a fraction of what they deserve. The going rate for story narration of an hour or less is at the bare minimum two hundred dollars, but with the current podcast budget, I can only afford fifty. The first change will be that Nobilis Erotica will be accepting advertising.  I have had a few sponsored shows in the past, but now each episode will be available for advertisers. Patrons will have access to an ad-free version in the Patreon feed. The sponsors will be vetted by me personally—nothing programmatically added without my superv

This month's patron-funded story is A Star in the Rough by Lex B Griffin.  It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. Support the Nobilis Erotica Podcast Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class Excerpt:  The JK-10P was a machine quite unlike anything else on the market. Originally a bit of an experimental flop due to the number of oddities in its design, it was meant as 'an exciting, one of a kind solo-driving experience' and configured to mimic a number of now extinct earth animals, none of which had ever been suitable for humans to ride in the first place.  It was a commodity, but… one that apparently no one wanted…  That was just because the things were mind-bogglingly difficult to maneuver.  It took months, even years of training and practice to adapt to the rocking, leaping, and lunging motions the JK-10Ps – or Jackalopes as they came to be known – used to get around. They were excellent for rocky terrain, and an expert rider could make them look elegant in the air.  It's no wonder they became a sport within just a

This month's patron-funded story is "Ghost of Leather Past" by Kat Griffiths, narrated by Jem of the Love at First Sighting podcast. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class

This month's patron-funded story is "The Hands of a Princess" by Emily L. Byrne.  It's narrated by Christiana Ellis. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class

Here is the second part of "Where I End and We Begin" by Bernie Mojzes, narrated by myself and Vivienne Ferrari. Support us on Patreon Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class

This month we have part one of the tentacle sex breeding story, "Where I End and We Begin" by Bernie Mojzes, narrated by Nobilis Reed and Vivienne Ferrari. Background audio comes from Tabletop Audio and The Freesound Project. Support the podcast at the Patreon Campaign. Pick up "Monster Whisperer: Second Class" at Riverdale Avenue Books or wherever you get ebooks. 

This is the second and final part of "To Market" by Elizabeth Schechter, narrated by Nobilis Reed. Support the podcast on Patreon Get your copy of Monster Whisperer Second Class  

This episode brings us part one of "To Market" by Elizabeth Schechter, narrated by Nobilis Reed.  The second part of the story will be posted in early January. Remember to pick up your copy of Monster Whisperer: Second Class 

A con panel without the con, on the topic of erotic tentacles with Franklin Veaux and Eunice Hung, co-authors of the Passionate Pantheon novel series, and myself, author of the Monster Whisperer series..  

This month's patron-funded story is "Moonlit Tidal Wave" by Nyla Lustre, narrated by Jo Bennett.  My consentacle novel, "Monster Whisperer: Second Class" has been released in print and ebook by Riverdale Avenue Books!  Buy at that link, or search for "Monster Whisperer Second Class" on your favorite ebook retailer.

This month's patron-funded story is "Infernal Machine" by Elizabeth Schechter.  This is a gay steampunk inadvertent bondage story.  Narrated by Nobilis Reed

The September patron-funded story is "The Antidote" by Lisabet Sarai, narrated by Louise Cooksey. “Yeah, I can get it—well, I can tell you where to get it. But it’s expensive.” Merle and I huddled together on the bench in the 52nd story roof garden of the New Sears Building where we worked. Even here, talking was risky. There were certainly cameras, but mikes were less likely out in the open.  “I’ve been saving. How much do you think it will cost?” Merle named a figure four times what I had squirreled away.  “Gads, Merle! It’s not gold!” “No, it’s more valuable than gold. What do you expect? People will pay almost anything for the forbidden.” I blinked and looked away, not wanting her to see my incipient tears. After a few deep breaths, I thought I could continue the conversation without embarrassing myself. My friend wasn’t fooled. “You really want this, don’t you, Lena?” “More than anything.” It was true. I’d been experimenting on my own trying to reverse the effects of the government’s anti-sex interventio

This month's patron-funded story is "Diplomacy" by Emily L Byrne, narrated by Violet Jade.  Captain Bridget O’Halloran smoothed her dress uniform and polished her medals with one sleeve before she pressed the glowing button that would allow her to enter Admiral Chen’s office. She managed not to run a hand through her short red hair before she pressed the button, but only just. The doors slid open and she inhaled deeply before stepping through them in a futile effort to relax.  The admiral’s office was just as she remembered it: grey and spartan with only the comp unit’s glow casting any direct light. “Done,” the admiral barked at it and the glow faded to a muted blue. “Lights!” The office flickered into a startling brightness. “O’Halloran!” The admiral’s dark eyes took in her brisk salute and her medals with a “Humph! All right, Captain. At ease.” She relaxed her spine slightly and stood awaiting his orders, a wary look on her face. What did the old coot want this time? Last time she’d been in here, 3 cycles