Evil Inc Flash Fictions are perfect for a quick hit of comedy, kink, or chaos
Sometimes you don’t have the time (or the privacy) to read an entire NSFW comic. Sometimes, all you want is a quick, spicy escape — a short burst of smut you can sneak in on a coffee break, while waiting for your lunch to reheat, or when you’re in line at the world’s slowest pharmacy.
Enter the Evil Inc After Dark Flash Fictions:
- Bite-sized stories you can read in about five minutes.
- Perfect for stolen moments.
- Easy to read on your phone — no swiping through pages, no image loading, just words doing deliciously bad things.
These short prose stories are like erotic espresso shots — tightly written, character-driven, and always packing a punch. Each one gives you just enough story to pull you in, tease your imagination, and leave you very, very satisfied.
Here’s a taste…
From an upcoming Flash Fiction set in a demon-run bar called Zanna’s Foamy Head, where eager young men are hired to provide… refreshments.
Xalia was tall and slender, her skin a smooth shade of dark violet, with glossy black horns curling low along her temple. Her hips swayed as she leaned over a polished silver tray lined with vials, syringes, and a single bottle marked Cleric-grade Stimulum.
She heard the footsteps before she saw him. Light, uncertain, and slowing to a near-halt as they neared the room.
“Come,” she said, without looking up.
The curtain parted, and in stepped the new recruit. He was slight — barely nineteen, if she guessed right, and not a trace of muscle on him outside what youthful metabolism might preserve. His face was pale, his lips parted nervously. Auburn hair. Green eyes. Dressed in his college hoodie, as if this were some kind of campus job.
He looked like he’d never even kissed someone, much less—
“You’re early,” she said, finally glancing up. Her voice dripped with honey and heat, deliberately slow. “Eager?”
He flushed. “I—um—I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place.”
“Oh, you’re in exactly the right place.”
He gulped.
She smiled, slow and wide. “Name?”
“Eli.”
“Cute.” She lifted the vial and let it catch the glow of the alchemical lamp above. “Tell me, Eli. How much did the recruiter explain to you?”
He hesitated. “Just that I’d be… donating.”
“To thirsty customers,” she said, stepping closer. “Generously. Repeatedly. And enthusiastically.”
He looked at the tray. His eyes widened slightly at the containers — fluted glass tubes, all labeled with names like Blanco Buzz, Thick & Stormy, and Jackin’ Coke.
“Is that… really how they make the drinks?” he asked.
She gave a short, amused laugh. “What, you thought they were metaphors?” Her leathery wings flexed behind her. “Let’s make something clear, Eli. This is Zanna’s Foamy Head. We serve cocktails derived from raw, uncut male essence. Each one has its own flavor profile. Arousal chemistry. Viscosity. Mouthfeel.”
His cheeks went red.
She gestured to a small velvet chaise. “Sit.”
He obeyed.
Xalia pulled the cork from the vial with a pop. “This is a serum formulated by our clerics. One dose and your body begins producing… let’s say, much more than nature would otherwise allow.” She swirled it slowly. “We also reduce the refractory period. Dramatically. You’ll stay hard. You’ll stay… generous.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No. But after the third or fourth release, it may get… intense. You’re welcome to safeword out. But if you do—no job.” She stepped closer. “Understood?”
Eli nodded, throat bobbing. “Yes.”
“Good boy.”
That’s just the beginning. From there, Xalia explains how the drinks are made (hint: it’s not metaphorical), and Eli learns exactly what it means to be a “donor” at a succubus-run cocktail lounge.
It’s funny, filthy, and yes — dangerously readable while standing in line at Trader Joe’s.
Available in bundles, too
You can read Flash Fictions one at a time as I release them, or grab a 4-story bundle from the Patreon Collections if you want a smut sampler you can keep.
Most stories are set in the Evil Inc universe, but many go off the rails into spin-off worlds full of demons, monsters, magical accidents, and dangerous workplace romances. (Okay, that last one is very on-brand.)
So if you’ve ever wished for a naughty little escape that fits between emails, during errands, or while hiding in the bathroom from your roommates… this is your sign
New Flash Fictions are posted regularly.
Easy to read on your phone.
Guaranteed to make your “break time” a lot more fun.