Erotic horror and the snuff rule

[Rob_Royale]

Per the content guidelines.

• Sexualized death, “vore”, or “snuff” fiction. Characters are allowed to kill or die in stories, but the death should not be intended as sexually titillating.

My wifes particular interest is in werewolf/vampire stories with some of her favorites being the stories by Laurel Hamilton and other of that genre. By their nature they are very snuff-ish. The bloodlust is described rather erotically. I'd love to write something that would interest her, but ... Lit, ya know?

How have you adjusted for this Lit-limitation on such stories?

 

[Bazzle]

I've had death a couple of times in mine. Doesn't seem to be an issue.
In this erotic horror
https://literotica.com/s/phantom-flings

I also left it open with my voyeur story

https://www.literotica.com/s/never-kiss-your-mark

@StillStunned has experience with this I believe.

 

[RejectReality]

The rules with snuff are a little looser in the fantasy categories with monsters that it's appropriate for. Vampires. Succubi. Etc. You just can't go overboard. Look for stories with those critters and you should find examples of where the line is.

 

[Voboy]

Per the content guidelines.

• Sexualized death, “vore”, or “snuff” fiction. Characters are allowed to kill or die in stories, but the death should not be intended as sexually titillating.

My wifes particular interest is in werewolf/vampire stories with some of her favorites being the stories by Laurel Hamilton and other of that genre. By their nature they are very snuff-ish. The bloodlust is described rather erotically. I'd love to write something that would interest her, but ... Lit, ya know?

How have you adjusted for this Lit-limitation on such stories?

I've written many vampire and werewolf stories with no issues whatsoever. My werewolf stories tend to be a little more comedic than my vamp ones.

I'm not trying to advertise myself here, but I have a couple of vamp stories where I think I handled the sex/death thing fairly well. Feel free to take a look.

The House at the Top of Briggs Road

Neither Blood Nor Seed

I think I'd suggest the first one, the Briggs Rd one, as something that might help you more. IIRC it's somewhat more snuffish.

 

[BellaBestia]

Well this is a little concerning for my upcoming story, sort of a sexy Body Snatchers. The male character doesn’t die per se but is sort of pushed out of his body by a female entity mid-coitus. Hmmm I may have to de-titilate that somehow

 

[TheWritingGroup]

@StillStunned has experience with this I believe.

Insert joke about @StillStunned being a murderer here.

--Annie

 

[Voboy]

Well this is a little concerning for my upcoming story, sort of a sexy Body Snatchers. The male character doesn’t die per se but is sort of pushed out of his body by a female entity mid-coitus. Hmmm I may have to de-titilate that somehow

Shouldn't be a problem.

Not mine, but similar.

 

[BellaBestia]

Insert joke about @StillStunned being a murderer here.

--Annie

Our version of Knives Out I suppose is Dicks Out

 

[BellaBestia]

Shouldn't be a problem.

Not mine, but similar.

Umm no not similar to mine but thanks for the suggestion

 

[Voboy]

Umm no not similar to mine but thanks for the suggestion

Sure thing.

They're mid-coitus and he apparently dies. She continues happily. It's been up for years; yours shouldn't have a problem.

 

[TheLobster]

Well this is a little concerning for my upcoming story, sort of a sexy Body Snatchers. The male character doesn’t die per se but is sort of pushed out of his body by a female entity mid-coitus. Hmmm I may have to de-titilate that somehow

I don’t think “orgasm so good, it’s literally an out-of-body experience” qualifies under snuff, honestly

 

[StillStunned]

So anyway...

She heard rapid squelching sounds, and became aware of regular motions, and his breath was fast and shallow and he kept murmuring the same word over and over again. "Good, good, good..."

Guilt wasn't far from anger. It took only a small push to tip it over the edge. The three-leaf that had betrayed her shame now removed any hesitation she might have felt. It was no effort to grab the wine glass from the table by her chair and smash it, turn it into a weapon like she'd learned from her year with the Widows.

And Master Ingre's thighs were clad only in the woollen hose, and his eyes were closed as his hand pumped up and down on his cock, and Flower knew where the artery ran that could drain a man of his blood in moments.

It was so quick. He barely made a sound. Just gave a surprised gasp as his hand slowed. He didn't even look down at her. His cock shrank like a deflated pig's bladder, and the blood flowed like wine into the thick carpet, and then he was lying there too, on his side, shrunken cock still in his hand. It reminded Flower of a worm that had come out from the soil for the rain.

- The Only Flower On Rose Street

She opened her mouth wide, still looking up at him, and engulfed his cock. Her tongue flicked over his head, her lips squeezed and caressed. It was better than he remembered, better than he could ever imagine it could be.

He made room on his shaft for her hand and put his own back on her head. She tugged at his cock, slowly but insistently, as he pressed her onto its length again and again.

It didn't take long for his climax to announce itself. A slight tingle at the base of his cock grew as she tugged and sucked, grew until it was a ball of fire inside him, flames licking down into his legs and up into his belly, and he didn't even try to hold it back but let it explode, sending stab after stab of pleasure along his shaft and into her eager mouth and making his body shake and shudder, and still she sucked, and the fire was eating him up inside and his roar of ecstasy became a scream as he burned and burned, still shaking, unable to stop, until the world vanished in a flash of light.

- Not A Soul

She turned to survey the garden. Naked men and women of all ages were stumbling towards the door, some helping others to stagger along. A few clutched some pieces of clothing to their bodies, as if to hide their shame. An old man wasn't moving, lying still while a silver-haired woman pounded fists on his chest with tears rolling down her face.

[...]

A bone-chilling dread was rolling across the garden in waves, emanating from the centre where the box stood. Its unnatural life threatened, the fear-eater had turned back to its primary weapon.

The glowstones around the box flickered and one died. The garden was cast in uneven shadows, the pleasant warmth of before making way for an eerie half-light.

All around, naked bodies began to stampede towards the door. A fat man fell and didn't get up. His face was a dark purple and his tongue lolled from his mouth. Wails and moans turned to screams, then shouts of anger and pain as people started to claw at each other in their desperation.

- The Rivals Ch. 05: Orgy of Death

The sorcerer leaned close. His face filled her entire vision. "You're ready," he chuckled. "I can see it on your body. I'm going to fuck you -- fuck you in every hole until I'm sated, and still you'll want more. And then I'll fuck you with my dark fingers."

Avilia wanted to scream her anger and frustration at him, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she'd only moan. Instead she clamped her lips shut and poured her hatred of him through her eyes. Everything besides that hollow gaze and those fleshy lips was blurred, remote.

"Yes," he whispered. "Hate me. That only makes it better. Are you ready for me now?"

His face was only a handspan away, but suddenly it jerked back. There was a scream, choked off, and then the face before her was Sligh's. "Vee," he breathed. His hair fell loose over his shoulders.

Sligh! Her body screamed for him. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, Sligh, now!"

- Goldflower

There are probably a few more examples besides these. The thing is, I don't think death or murder is eroticised here. Sure, there's sex and death in immediate proximity, but there's no glorification or titillation. The sex is the sex, and the death is the death.

I never wrote these scenes with the intention of anyone clutching at themselves at the descriptions of spilled blood or crushed bodies. That's a fairly easy line to stick to. I'd have to make a conscious effort to write something like that, and that's one challenge that's beyond even me at this point.

 

[Areala-chan]

I've killed characters in stories here with no problems. The line you don't want to cross is to make the killings sexually suggestive. I'm aware that people can and will wank to damn near anything if they're depraved enough, but there are ways you can write a murder, even in the middle of a sex scene, that won't upset the powers-that-be.

Plus, as @RejectReality noted, the rules for this are slackened when it comes to fantasy settings and things that may not 100% qualify as "human". Basically, you should be fine as long as it's clear the murder isn't turning on the one doing the killing, and you don't linger on the details. Punching the stake through the vampire's heart at the instance of climax and having him evaporate into dust is fine. Taking four Lit pages to explain how thoroughly your MC tortures, mutilates, degrades, and skins the succubus while he's gooning and edging is a bridge too far.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I've written many vampire and werewolf stories with no issues whatsoever. My werewolf stories tend to be a little more comedic than my vamp ones.

I'm not trying to advertise myself here, but I have a couple of vamp stories where I think I handled the sex/death thing fairly well. Feel free to take a look.

The House at the Top of Briggs Road

Neither Blood Nor Seed

I think I'd suggest the first one, the Briggs Rd one, as something that might help you more. IIRC it's somewhat more snuffish.

Thanks, I will do so.

 

[IWroteThis]

I had to rewrite a murder scene and then completely write out the resulting child from the entire story because the only way they would have a child together was from her getting excited while simulating sex with his unconscious body and progressing to actual sex. I guess having them both achieve the little death as he experienced the big death is pretty much as snuff as it gets, although there was no sexual intent when she planned out the murder.

Sadly, the child was the dead guy's new heir, so it completely derailed the rest of the story outline. It was also sad, because I think the original scene turned out nicely and really displayed her true character. Now, they're still both naked, but she just sits on him while she smothers him, then screams so the maid rushes in and catches her in a compromising position on his dead body. It lost a lot with having to temper her thoughts and reactions.

 

[RocketGrunt]

I had to rewrite a murder scene and then completely write out the resulting child from the entire story because the only way they would have a child together was from her getting excited while simulating sex with his unconscious body and progressing to actual sex. I guess having them both achieve the little death as he experienced the big death is pretty much as snuff as it gets, although there was no sexual intent when she planned out the murder.

Sadly, the child was the dead guy's new heir, so it completely derailed the rest of the story outline. It was also sad, because I think the original scene turned out nicely and really displayed her true character. Now, they're still both naked, but she just sits on him while she smothers him, then screams so the maid rushes in and catches her in a compromising position on his dead body. It lost a lot with having to temper her thoughts and reactions.

Couldn't you just have them have sex and then murder him while he's in a groggy post-orgasmic haze?

 

[IWroteThis]

Couldn't you just have them have sex and then murder him while he's in a groggy post-orgasmic haze?

Not without rewriting the early parts of the story that explain why they were in a non-sexual marriage, not to mention losing how the non-sexual status of their marriage progressed from a blessing for a grieving widow to a reason for her hatred of her second husband.

Dulling the death scene was the path of least resistance, and hopefully the least damaging.

 

[Saturn0815]

Well this is a little concerning for my upcoming story, sort of a sexy Body Snatchers. The male character doesn’t die per se but is sort of pushed out of his body by a female entity mid-coitus. Hmmm I may have to de-titilate that somehow

I could very well see you taking the soul out of my body. You are a sexy succubus!