October 26th, 2011

HP Lovecraft, erotica and why they actually do go together

When the editor of Whispers in Darkness put out the call for Lovecraftian erotica, I will admit I was as skeptical as other people were. How could an author whose predominant themes were fear and disgust be adapted to the erotic, except perhaps on the superficial level of Japanese tentacle porn?

"Even in the light of his torch he could not help suspecting a slight, furtive trembling on the part of the canvas partition screening off the terrible “Adults only” alcove. He knew what lay beyond, and shivered." -- "The Horror in the Museum"

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Incubus Tales: 17th Night

IncuTales Icon art by HushichoWelcome to an exciting erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.

17th Night — Under the Ivy

Dhiar swore he could see fireworks as his eyes opened again. He inhaled rose-scented air, the blooms all around him. The white roses were open, smiling out at the world, and his lips were on Siros’s, so soft and pink and delicate.

The angel looked so much like a marble statue, a magnificently enthralling combination of delicate and masculine. Dhiar could feel his body, so close, a mixture too: at the same time soft and accommodating, and sturdy and muscular. He couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop himself, and he found himself embracing Siros, arms curled tightly about his chest.

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Where to get "Whispers in Darkness"

Though Whispers in Darkness doesn't officially drop until the 31st, it's already on sale at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks, and listed on Goodreads.

There's already good reviews out too. From Adventurotica:

It would have been a disservice and a cop-out to choose stories meant solely to shock, or which approach the theme sarcastically, but there's nothing gimmicky about these stories, even when they're shocking. They're honest, loving homages meant to broaden the body of Lovecraft-related work and share appreciation of the genre. And they're good. This sort of writing can only come from people who love Lovecraft.  Each one is a devotional offering lovingly placed on the altar of the mythos.

The mythos influence varies, but most stand alone; acquaintance with Lovecraft's work is helpful but not required, and they are enjoyable as horror erotica on their own.  You do, however, need to be someone who appreciates the weird tale as a genre to understand just how spot-on
some of these are.