It starts with an unsolicited d!ck pic that led me to the @rgy where I met six glorious men for a night of my life. Don't worry, this doesn’t result in an accidental pregnancy. It’s a whole lot weirder than that. By the next afternoon, I found some odd marks on my body. They’re very obviously not bruises. It starts with a red line spiraling around my left ankle that kinda looks like a snake. And then a gray-blue star on my hip. By the time the fourth mark shows up, I realize that each one is where one of them men had held me while we… you know. I’m starting to feel like a freak show as they continue to cover my body as visible reminders of my salacious night. Now, I’m doing the unthinkable - tracking down my one night stand (all six of them) to figure out what the f\*ck is going on. All I can say is I’m not prepared for the world I’ve been marked into. But at least the men are hot and hung.

Fight or f\ck. That’s how the Eschats live.* What started with unsolicited d!ck pics that led to an @rgy has resulted in the end of the world. While I’m happy in my new life with the seven Brothers of Eschat, living in their underground world of Manaalanian, there are questions left unanswered. Questions that require a lot of d!ck-in time to contemplate, make plans, and decide to put forth an effort to solve. But we don’t actually find the person responsible for setting the end in motion. He finds us. And he needs our help to set the world right because now there’s something else interfering in his endeavor to rebuild civilization by unaliving everything that is left. I said it before and I'll say it again; at least the men in this weird world are hot and hung. There are worse ways to spend my days. Like running from things that are set on killing me while my men fight for their very existence. This is a polyamorous story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.