After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!

And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!

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Angel of Peace
by
Rodford Edmiston

Part One

The anniversary celebration of the D-Day landings on the Normandy coast of France was a big annual event. Especially this year, the 80th, largely because it was obvious that this was likely the last such celebration which many of the regular attendees among those who had been active participants in that invasion would be physically present for. Or present at all.

However, that limit did not apply to all those who had been on Normandy's beaches that day.

The first thing is the seat.

Not pain — just wrongness, a soft pressure where there shouldn't be softness, the wooden chair coming up against sensitive and unfamiliar flesh, flesh that registers the hardness of the wood with a directness that makes you shift immediately, instinctively, your weight rolling forward onto your thighs. Better. Marginally. The underwear is wrong too — something silky, something that rides and gathers in ways that underwear shouldn't, the fabric light against skin that is reporting every thread of it.

You look at the table.

Firing Blank

My name is Donald James Blank. I know, it’s a hoot, but a hoot I’ve had to live with all my life. In primary school, the teachers would often say, “Come up and write the answer on the slate, Blank’. I was given the nickname, Slate, which stuck with me through higher education and into my first employment, seeing that two of my fellow recruits to the financial company had been with me through the accountancy degree.

Cover art by Erin Halfelven
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The Right Guy
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was not the Rufus was a bad lover, he was just not like me, or the way I was then. Lydia liked being fucked by Rufus, but she liked the way that I made love to her too. Is that wrong? I don’t judge her for being unfaithful.

I always knew that I was number two in her life. A girl needs a man who can provide for her, and Rufus was that. I was definitely not that man. I don’t judge her for that either. She made the right choice. Rufus is the right guy.

Altered Fates: The Pretzel Becomes the Princess - Part 3 of 3
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