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Cassie 🔞 writing and narrating erotica
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Writer and narrator of medieval-esque fantasy romance, dragon smut, and everything in between. 30-something. She/Her. Patreon: patreon.com/cassie69a. Linktree: https://linktr.ee/cassie69a. Email: cassie69anarration [at] gmail [dot] com.
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Thank you for the tag!

I write human and monster erotica. Here's an excerpt of my WIP "The Centaur's Pet":
Screenshot of Word document; text reads: What roused him the next morning was a strange smell, earthy and robust, and he spent a few moments walking about the room to find its source until he stopped in front of the girl. She stood awkwardly, shame-faced and staring at the floor, and he realized why she’d been so reserved the day before. “Niri,” he said, “you’re in heat, aren’t you?” Her blush deepened. “Yes, master,” she nearly whispered. Wordlessly he picked her up and carried her to the marriage table, laying her back and spreading her legs. She whimpered and shut her eyes, and he knew what she expected of him. “It’s alright, Niri,” he soothed her. “I’m only going to look.” With her legs splayed open, the source of her musky scent was obvious. Her sex was swollen and dark, her nub engorged, and between her lower lips a slippery fluid pooled. He ached to rub her body’s juices around her slit, into her core, knowing she couldn’t help but to feel aroused at his touch. But she was still afraid; he could feel it in her racing heart and clenched stomach and rapid breaths.
November 14, 2025 at 7:09 PM
cassie69a.bsky.social
Thanks for the tag! I write human and monster erotica. Here's an excerpt of my WIP "The Centaur's Pet":
Screenshot of a Word document. Text reads: It was spring again, and his purse was heavy at his waist. He walked the wife market deliberately, without expectation. The auctioneers all knew him by now, knew he liked to be left alone to inspect their wares. So they didn’t try to chat him up as he eyed each face, one by one, in search of something he’d never yet felt. He knew in his bones he’d recognize her though, this woman of his dreams and desires. And he did. His gaze alighted on a scrawny face with eyes as wide and dark as a deer’s. Her dark blonde hair was streaked with gold, her lips were full and sad. He stopped before her, and they trembled, then hardened into a frown. She jutted out her chin and glared at him as if to say I’m not the one you’re looking for. But she was. The magic in him knew it, the flame in his heart expanding. He smiled at her, and her eyes narrowed. He knew what he must look like to her: Solidly built but not too heavy, his coat and tail dark brown, matching his hair and beard; he was tanned from his work in the fields, with a broad nose like all centaurs, and had his mother’s blue eyes. Looking her over, he spied the pointed tips of her ears peeking out from her wavy hair. He felt his smile broadening, recalling that elves disliked dealing with centaurs, seeing them as little more than women-stealing brutes. Those days were long past, but for once he didn’t mind carrying such a reputation.
November 7, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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Congrats on 500 and thanks ‪@samsonhf.bsky.social for the tag!

I write human and monster erotica, sometimes a little dark. Here's an excerpt from my WIP "The Centaur's Pet".
Screenshot of Word document; text reads: It was spring again, and his purse was heavy at his waist. He walked the wife market deliberately, without expectation. The auctioneers all knew him by now, knew he liked to be left alone to inspect their wares. So they didn’t try to chat him up as he eyed each face, one by one, in search of something he’d never yet felt. He knew in his bones he’d recognize her though, this woman of his dreams and desires. And he did. His gaze alighted on a scrawny face with eyes as wide and dark as a deer’s. Her dark blonde hair was streaked with gold, her lips were full and sad. He stopped before her, and they trembled, then hardened into a frown. She jutted out her chin and glared at him as if to say I’m not the one you’re looking for. But she was. The magic in him knew it, the flame in his heart expanding. He smiled at her, and her eyes narrowed. He knew what he must look like to her: Solidly built but not too heavy, his coat and tail dark brown, matching his hair and beard; he was tanned from his work in the fields, with a broad nose like all centaurs, and had his mother’s blue eyes. Looking her over, he spied the pointed tips of her ears peeking out from her wavy hair. He felt his smile broadening, recalling that elves disliked dealing with centaurs, seeing them as little more than women-stealing brutes. Those days were long past, but for once he didn’t mind carrying such a reputation.
October 29, 2025 at 5:37 PM
cassie69a.bsky.social
Congratulations on reaching 900!

I write human/monster erotica, sometimes a little dark. Here's an excerpt from my WIP "The Centaur's Pet":
Screenshot of a Word document; text reads: It was spring again, and his purse was heavy at his waist. He walked the wife market deliberately, without expectation. The auctioneers all knew him by now, knew he liked to be left alone to inspect their wares. So they didn’t try to chat him up as he eyed each face, one by one, in search of something he’d never yet felt. He knew in his bones he’d recognize her though, this woman of his dreams and desires. And he did. His gaze alighted on a scrawny face with eyes as wide and dark as a deer’s. Her dark blonde hair was streaked with gold, her lips were full and sad. He stopped before her, and they trembled, then hardened into a frown. She jutted out her chin and glared at him as if to say ’I’m not the one you’re looking for.’ But she was. The magic in him knew it, the flame in his heart expanding. He smiled at her, and her eyes narrowed. He knew what he must look like to her: Solidly built but not too heavy, his coat and tail dark brown, matching his hair and beard; he was tanned from his work in the fields, with a broad nose like all centaurs, and had his mother’s blue eyes. Looking her over, he spied the pointed tips of her ears peeking out from her wavy hair. He felt his smile broadening, recalling that elves disliked dealing with centaurs, seeing them as little more than women-stealing brutes. Those days were long past, but for once he didn’t mind carrying such a reputation.
October 28, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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Congratulations on 550!

I'm Cassie, and I write erotica, of both the human and monster variety.

Here's an excerpt of my WIP "The Centaur's Pet"
Screenshot of a Word document; the text reads: It was spring again, and his purse was heavy at his waist. He walked the wife market deliberately, without expectation. The auctioneers all knew him by now, knew he liked to be left alone to inspect their wares. So they didn’t try to chat him up as he eyed each face, one by one, in search of something he’d never yet felt. He knew in his bones he’d recognize her though, this woman of his dreams and desires. And he did. His gaze alighted on a scrawny face with eyes as wide and dark as a deer’s. Her dark blonde hair was streaked with gold, her lips were full and sad. He stopped before her, and they trembled, then hardened into a frown. She jutted out her chin and glared at him as if to say ’I’m not the one you’re looking for.’ But she was. The magic in him knew it, the flame in his heart expanding. He smiled at her, and her eyes narrowed. He knew what he must look like to her: Solidly built but not too heavy, his coat and tail dark brown, matching his hair and beard; he was tanned from his work in the fields, with a broad nose like all centaurs, and had his mother’s blue eyes. Looking her over, he spied the pointed tips of her ears peeking out from her wavy hair. He felt his smile broadening, recalling that elves disliked dealing with centaurs, seeing them as little more than women-stealing brutes. Those days were long past, but for once he didn’t mind carrying such a reputation.
October 19, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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Congratulations on reaching 800 followers and thank you ‪@samsonhf.bsky.social for the invite!

Here's an excerpt of my short story "The Centaur's Pet":
Screenshot of Word document: What roused him the next morning was a strange smell, earthy and robust, and he spent a few moments walking about the room to find its source until he stopped in front of the girl. She stood awkwardly, shame-faced and staring at the floor, and he realized why she’d been so reserved the day before. “Niri,” he said, “you’re in heat, aren’t you?” Her blush deepened. “Yes, master,” she nearly whispered. Wordlessly he picked her up and carried her to the marriage table, laying her back and spreading her legs. She whimpered and shut her eyes, and he knew what she expected of him. “It’s alright, Niri,” he soothed her. “I’m only going to look.” With her legs splayed open, the source of her musky scent was obvious. Her sex was swollen and dark, her nub engorged, and between her lower lips a slippery fluid pooled. He ached to rub her body’s juices around her slit, into her core, knowing she couldn’t help but to feel aroused at his touch. But she was still afraid; he could feel it in her racing heart and clenched stomach and rapid breaths. One day, all these would be signs of her lust for him, her eagerness to be fucked by her master. But not today. “You look beautiful, Niri,” he said quietly.
October 9, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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Thank you for hosting the art share and thank you @samsonhf.bsky.social for the invite!

Here's an excerpt from my current WIP, "Centaur's Pet":
Screenshot of Word document: What roused him the next morning was a strange smell, earthy and robust, and he spent a few moments walking about the room to find its source until he stopped in front of the girl. She stood awkwardly, shame-faced and staring at the floor, and he realized why she’d been so reserved the day before. “Niri,” he said, “you’re in heat, aren’t you?” Her blush deepened. “Yes, master,” she nearly whispered. Wordlessly he picked her up and carried her to the marriage table, laying her back and spreading her legs. She whimpered and shut her eyes, and he knew what she expected of him. “It’s alright, Niri,” he soothed her. “I’m only going to look.” With her legs splayed open, the source of her musky scent was obvious. Her sex was swollen and dark, her nub engorged, and between her lower lips a slippery fluid pooled. He ached to rub her body’s juices around her slit, into her core, knowing she couldn’t help but to feel aroused at his touch. But she was still afraid; he could feel it in her racing heart and clenched stomach and rapid breaths. One day, all these would be signs of her lust for him, her eagerness to be fucked by her master. But not today. “You look beautiful, Niri,” he said quietly.
October 8, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 28

I finished the first draft of "The Centaur's Pet" and am reviewing the first round of feedback before editing.

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September 28, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 27: #SnippetSaturday #SaturdaySnippet

An excerpt from "The Centaur's Pet"

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Screenshot of Word document: “Don’t touch me!” she said. “I don’t need to,” he replied. “But you will need to stay still.” They stared at each other for a few heartbeats before she looked away, and he smiled to himself. This was only the first battle of many. He approached her slowly, reaching out a hand until his fingertips neared her throat. She whimpered at how close he was but remained still. Tarnos focused on his magic, weaving basic spells for binding and protection. Once finished, he sent the spellwork out to wrap around her neck, and the dark green tendrils encircled her gently. “All done,” he said lightly, pulling his hand away. She frowned and felt at her neck, her fingers passing through the immaterial collar. “You won’t feel it unless you try to run,” he explained. “Then it’ll tighten about you until you pass out.” Her lip trembled and her eyes went glassy, and he sighed. “It’s only temporary. You won’t need it once we reach home.”
September 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 20: #SnippetSaturday #SaturdaySnippet

An excerpt from "The Centaur's Pet"

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A burly guard led him to a smaller tent where the girl was sitting on a stool, her meager belongings in a pack at her feet. Her hands were bound and tethered to the tent-pole, her eyes red-rimmed as though she’d been crying. “This is your husband now,” the man said gruffly, pointing to Tarnos. She shook her head, eyes wide. “No, he can’t be!” “You’re lucky you found a proper husband instead of being sold to a brothel, a delicate elfling like you,” the guard retorted. “At least you only have to serve one man now, eh?” “But he’s not a man!” she wailed. “He’s a – a – a monster!” Tarnos worked to keep the smile off his face. This was better than he’d hoped.
September 20, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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All chapters of "A Gift for the Emperor's Son" are now up on #AO3!

"A betrayed princess is gifted to an invading prince." Featuring strangers to lovers and a happy ending.

archiveofourown.org/works/69322456

#Smut #Erotica #AdultFantasy #SpicyRomance #FantasyRomance
September 19, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 19: #FreeFriday

"The Centaur's Pet" is currently under edits. Have some Picrews I made of Tarnos.

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September 19, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 13: #SnippetSaturday #SaturdaySnippet

From "The Centaur's Pet"

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Screenshot of Word document; text reads: "It was spring again, and his purse was heavy at his waist. He walked the wife market deliberately, without expectation. The auctioneers all knew him by now, knew he liked to be left alone to inspect their wares. So they didn’t try to chat him up as he eyed each face, one by one, in search of something he’d never yet felt. He knew in his bones he’d recognize her though, this woman of his dreams and desires. And he did. His gaze alighted on a scrawny face with eyes as wide and dark as a deer’s. Her dark blonde hair was streaked with gold, her lips were full and sad. He stopped before her and they trembled, then hardened into a frown. She jutted out her chin and glared at him as if to say I’m not the one you’re looking for. "
September 13, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 11:

I have a lot of WIPs on the back burner, but recently a new idea has been taking shape, something like a prequel to "The Centaur's Pet".

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September 11, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 10:

Tarnos wants a bit of both knowledge and power. Enough to be a good dom.

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September 10, 2025 at 5:55 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 7:

I suppose what surprised me the most about "The Centaur's Pet" was how quickly I wrote it, despite the challenges. 20k words in two weeks.

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September 7, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 6: #SaturdaySnippet #SnippetSaturday

From "The Centaur's Pet"

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Screenshot of Word document; text reads: "He meandered his way to the center of the fair, knowing what he’d find there. The wife market boasted a range of women, some experienced and eager to find a household in need of them, others desperate to leave their homes and start a new life. He gazed at the lines of women, waiting to feel some spark, some recognition. But his magic felt nothing, so he passed them by until he came to a smaller block. These women were bound together, some weeping, some pale, some hard-faced. He felt his magic ignite, a small flame beating in his heart. "
September 6, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 5

"The Centaur's Pet" was inspired by @sixcilla.bsky.social's "Captive Wife" series, although it was too dark for me to read past the first chapter.

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September 5, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 4

Niri enjoys band weaving as well as spinning and embroidery. Tarnos doesn't have any hobbies aside from being a dom, especially now that he has Niri.

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September 4, 2025 at 1:22 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 3

Tarnos left home to be apprenticed as a mage from a young age, but Niri never left her village before being sold off by her family.

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September 3, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 2

I confess: I'm a picky reader. My next read can be a challenge to find, and I'm always on the lookout for hidden gems.

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September 2, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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#FantasyIndiesSeptember Day 1

Hi, I'm Cassie! I'm currently working on revising/editing "The Centaur's Pet", which is about a dom who buy and trains an elf girl to be his sub.

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September 1, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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Just posted my first podfic to AO3! I finished @rachelhartmanbooks.com's "Shadow Scale" and needed some Seraphina/Kiggs action, so I narrated a short fic by fennelseed.

archiveofourown.org/works/70132231

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August 31, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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#FantasyIndiesAugust Day 31: Wrap-Up

"By Any Other Name" is currently 37k long and I have no estimate for the full length. But I hope to complete it by the end of September!

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August 31, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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#FantasyIndiesAugust Day 30: #SnippetSaturday #SaturdaySnippet

Here's an excerpt of my WIP "By Any Other Name" from Rose's POV

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Screenshot of Word document; text reads: But she was determined to help him somehow. The idea came to her after he turned down an invitation to the Parides – he hadn’t been to the bathhouse for a while, she realized. Normally he went every few days, asking her each time if she wished to send a message to Vatia. Surely he must be feeling uncomfortable by now, when this time of year many Enerians patronized the baths near daily. Of course he washed his face every morning, and she made sure to clean his hands after meals. But wouldn’t he be itching to rinse off his body, or even just to wipe it down as she and the servants did? A day passed before she voiced her suggestion. He was mulling over his lunchtime fare, eyes distant, and she summoned the courage to speak. “Master,” she said softly. “Hmm?” he replied, still staring down at the food. “I don’t mean to overstep, master… but it’s been some time since you last visited the bathhouse.” “So it has,” he murmured. “If you don’t wish to go out, master… then perhaps… I could help you bathe instead?” He looked down at her pensively, and she lowered her gaze, trying not to fidget. She breathed slowly, willing herself to be patient, until he finally nodded. “A bath would be good. Tell Ovidia I only need a pot’s worth of boiled water added to the cold.” She nearly sighed with relief. “Yes, master.”
August 30, 2025 at 7:29 PM