Atlas Prieto's Blog
August 13, 2025
Back from Hiatus
I'm back to publishing after a two-year break!
My latest erotic short, Charmed and Claimed: An MM Age Gap Fantasy Erotic Short, is free to download on Bookfunnel if you sign up for my monthly newsletter.
I've also submitted my next short, Lessons in Enthrallment: An MM Age Gap Fantasy Erotic Short for publication on the Kindle Store. It'll be up within the next few days, free to read for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
These two stories feature the same characters, but they can both work as standalones and be read in either order. (Chronologically, Lessons in Enthrallment comes first.)
I'm so excited to keep writing and publishing! I have one more story set to come out the end of the month, and I'm working on two that I plan to release in September. Keep an eye out for those if you want to read more magic-fueled, kinky encounters!
Thanks for your patience and support as I get back to writing!
--Atlas
My latest erotic short, Charmed and Claimed: An MM Age Gap Fantasy Erotic Short, is free to download on Bookfunnel if you sign up for my monthly newsletter.
I've also submitted my next short, Lessons in Enthrallment: An MM Age Gap Fantasy Erotic Short for publication on the Kindle Store. It'll be up within the next few days, free to read for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
These two stories feature the same characters, but they can both work as standalones and be read in either order. (Chronologically, Lessons in Enthrallment comes first.)
I'm so excited to keep writing and publishing! I have one more story set to come out the end of the month, and I'm working on two that I plan to release in September. Keep an eye out for those if you want to read more magic-fueled, kinky encounters!
Thanks for your patience and support as I get back to writing!
--Atlas
June 13, 2021
HER TEETH: A Preview (18+)
Here's the opening scene for my first erotic story, Her Teeth: A Queer F/Nonbinary Vampire Erotic Short. Enjoy!
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Charlie was hit by a sudden clarity through the fog of desire that overwhelmed them: what they were doing was dangerous, and incredibly, inexcusably stupid.
They were open, vulnerable, exposed—the vampire kneeling between their legs, smiling down at the sight of them, her eyes hungry—tied to the bed by their wrists, unable to move, to fight back, to run. Their wooden stake was still in the pocket of the denim jacket, which they’d taken off back when the two of them were in the living room—but even if it was accessible, the fabric cuffs fastened tight around their wrists wouldn’t allow them to use it.
They had practically offered themself up to her, making themself completely defenseless in the process…
But, despite her position of power, she made no move to feed from their blood. She only watched them with eyes full of desire and admiration, as they strained against their restraints, blushing and squirming under her gaze. She trailed her fingertips up and down the sensitive skin of their inner thigh, her light touch making them crave more. They closed their eyes and their breathing grew quick and shallow, their heart pounding against their chest in desperate anticipation.
She dropped her hand to the strap-on attached to her, spreading the shining layer of lube further down with a slow pump of her hand. Charlie watched, more desperate than ever from those brief, teasing touches. The logical part of their brain was once again drowned out by the strength of their desire for her.
This was something different from anything they’d ever experienced before; so strong was the vampire’s enchantment that they’d lost track of themself entirely, forgetting everything but how badly they wanted her—her mouth, her hands on their body…
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” she murmured. “You just look so good when you’re flustered like this.”
She trailed a few kisses down their inner thigh, then sat up again, gently pushing their legs further apart, and whatever lingering thoughts they had about whether or not they should be there completely disappeared. Nothing mattered anymore except what she was going to do to them next.
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Charlie was hit by a sudden clarity through the fog of desire that overwhelmed them: what they were doing was dangerous, and incredibly, inexcusably stupid.
They were open, vulnerable, exposed—the vampire kneeling between their legs, smiling down at the sight of them, her eyes hungry—tied to the bed by their wrists, unable to move, to fight back, to run. Their wooden stake was still in the pocket of the denim jacket, which they’d taken off back when the two of them were in the living room—but even if it was accessible, the fabric cuffs fastened tight around their wrists wouldn’t allow them to use it.
They had practically offered themself up to her, making themself completely defenseless in the process…
But, despite her position of power, she made no move to feed from their blood. She only watched them with eyes full of desire and admiration, as they strained against their restraints, blushing and squirming under her gaze. She trailed her fingertips up and down the sensitive skin of their inner thigh, her light touch making them crave more. They closed their eyes and their breathing grew quick and shallow, their heart pounding against their chest in desperate anticipation.
She dropped her hand to the strap-on attached to her, spreading the shining layer of lube further down with a slow pump of her hand. Charlie watched, more desperate than ever from those brief, teasing touches. The logical part of their brain was once again drowned out by the strength of their desire for her.
This was something different from anything they’d ever experienced before; so strong was the vampire’s enchantment that they’d lost track of themself entirely, forgetting everything but how badly they wanted her—her mouth, her hands on their body…
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” she murmured. “You just look so good when you’re flustered like this.”
She trailed a few kisses down their inner thigh, then sat up again, gently pushing their legs further apart, and whatever lingering thoughts they had about whether or not they should be there completely disappeared. Nothing mattered anymore except what she was going to do to them next.
