Contact e-mail: rom@hypnovir.us
Princess (@Princess)
Hello! I'm the internet's beloved Princess Grace (she/her. fae/fear/faer if you're cool). I've been writing erotic fiction for, uh, quite some time now, and this seems like a place for that.
You can find more of my writing at perfect.hypnovir.us, including some stuff that doesn't get mirrored over here and an RSS/Atom feed.
If you're interested in the other stuff I do, like my software, podcasts, and weird web tools, those are at princess.software.
Thank you!
Stories
The employees of a failing fantasy-themed amusement park take out their frustrations with their jobs, with capitalism, and with, like, All This on an urbex vlogger that wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time. All his own fault, mind you.
Loop. Boot loop. Boot up your Sunday loop. Okay, it’s a horny take on the CrowdStrike outage with cape kink.
You know how it is. You, a supervillain, capture a hero in your criminal clutches and hatch a sinister scheme to turn them into a fursuit. Happens all the time in this line of work if you’re Modemoiselle.
Look, we all respect women and appreciate free and open source software around here. What if I told you they’re together at last? A long history of women in computing blossoms into something beautiful. Come, watch the Debian install and the love win. Happy pride, everyone.
Oh, you love women? You respect women? You appreciate women on this, the last day of Women’s History Month and on Transgender Day of Visibility? Name all of them. Get ready for feminism.
We got princesses, we got maids, we got that HRT that makes you a maid, we got gay roommates making out, and we got more in Everlass Side Story: Princess Pills!
Meet a descending clutch of lesbians! Watch as Iron Titan absolutely infiltrates Modemoiselle’s Murdermaids as a darling dolldermaid! Gaze, amazed, as a sinister supervillain welcomes this forcefemmed cosplay slut into those cozy clutches!
A princess’s cursed cock refuses to let her achieve orgasm alone. Desperate and dripping, she ventures towards the sound of cracking whips to the palace ballroom. She dons a hood- it is a masquerade, after all- and throws herself on her people’s mercy.
Ah, what could be better than being a cog in the Marquis de Cat’s war machine? Oppression, imperialism, colonialism, and that sweet rapid industrialization. Shame about the brainwashing lizards and their hot dragon goddess.
I’m getting my hypnotized cosplay slut ready for a big day out.