This month's story is "Blackberry Picking" by <a class="sc-afquy-0 kpuBjA" href= "https://phuulishfellow.wordpress.com/">Daniel Stride</a>, narrated by <a class="sc-afquy-0 kpuBjA" href= "http://loyalfans.com/calyopi">Calyopi Utterances</a>. <a href="http://patreon.com/nobilis" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign.</a> <a href= "https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a> The baking heat of late summer was upon her, and the flies were out. Iris wiped the sweat from her brow, and stuffed another blackberry between her teeth. She knew she shouldn't. The more blackberries she ate herself, the longer she'd take to fill the basket, and the longer she'd need to stay out in the sun. But she couldn't resist the temptation. The berries hung amid the thorns, juicy and succulent. She thrust her hand back into the bush, and grabbed a couple more. The thorns scratched, but the prize was worth it. The sweet, tart taste ran over her tongue. Delightful. But her fingers were now sticky with berry juice, and the sweat was running again. And there were the flies, hovering and buzzing. Never mind her miserably half-full basket. This was hotter than last summer, by far. Or any of the seventeen other summers of her life. Maybe it was the terrible lack of wind. Other times, the salty tang from the south – the sea lay two days' donkey-ride from her village – might have relieved Iris' pain. But today? The air hung like a hazy and listless shroud. To be trapped outside on such an afternoon, why, it was like being cooked alive inside a brazen maze. A maze choked with bushes and thorns. Iris gritted her teeth. A plan formed in her mind. The festivities of Sungit were yet tomorrow night. She could nap in the shade for a few hours, at least until the coolness of evening. Then she'd fill her basket, and hurry home. Her mother might grumble, but her mother wasn't out in the afternoon heat. She was bowing and scraping before Sungit's stone altar, along with all the other mothers. So long as Iris delivered a basketful of blackberries by nightfall, that was what mattered. Besides, the visiting Priest ate half the fruit offerings before the ceremony, and the goddess never seemed to mind. Sungit felt generous these days. The harvest had not failed in a full twelve years, and the grain ran plentiful. Iris' heart fluttered, as she glanced around her. There was no-one in sight, nor could she hear anyone talking or singing. Perhaps everyone else thought similarly: the day was just too hot.

This month's story is "Blackberry Picking" by Daniel Stride, narrated by Calyopi Utterances. For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class The baking heat of late summer was upon her, and the flies were out. Iris wiped the sweat from her brow, and stuffed another blackberry between her teeth. She knew she shouldn't. The more blackberries she ate herself, the longer she'd take to fill the basket, and the longer she'd need to stay out in the sun. But she couldn't resist the temptation. The berries hung amid the thorns, juicy and succulent. She thrust her hand back into the bush, and grabbed a couple more. The thorns scratched, but the prize was worth it. The sweet, tart taste ran over her tongue. Delightful. But her fingers were now sticky with berry juice, and the sweat was running again. And there were the flies, hovering and buzzing. Never mind her miserably half-full basket. This was hotter than last summer, by far. Or any of the seventeen other summers of her life. Maybe it was the terrible lack of wind. Other times, the salty tang from the south – the sea lay two days' donkey-ride from her village – might have relieved Iris' pain. But today? The air hung like a hazy and listless shroud. To be trapped outside on such an afternoon, why, it was like being cooked alive inside a brazen maze. A maze choked with bushes and thorns. Iris gritted her teeth. A plan formed in her mind. The festivities of Sungit were yet tomorrow night. She could nap in the shade for a few hours, at least until the coolness of evening. Then she'd fill her basket, and hurry home. Her mother might grumble, but her mother wasn't out in the afternoon heat. She was bowing and scraping before Sungit's stone altar, along with all the other mothers. So long as Iris delivered a basketful of blackberries by nightfall, that was what mattered. Besides, the visiting Priest ate half the fruit offerings before the ceremony, and the goddess never seemed to mind. Sungit felt generous these days. The harvest had not failed in a full twelve years, and the grain ran plentiful. Iris' heart fluttered, as she glanced around her. There was no-one in sight, nor could she hear anyone talking or singing. Perhaps everyone else thought similarly: the day was just too hot.

This month's story is "Blackberry Picking" by <a href="https://phuulishfellow.wordpress.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">Daniel Stride</a>, narrated by <a href="http://loyalfans.com/calyopi" rel="noopener noreferrer">Calyopi Utterances</a>. <a href="http://patreon.com/nobilis" rel="noopener noreferrer">For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign.</a> <a href="https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" rel="noopener noreferrer">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a> The baking heat of late summer was upon her, and the flies were out. Iris wiped the sweat from her brow, and stuffed another blackberry between her teeth. She knew she shouldn't. The more blackberries she ate herself, the longer she'd take to fill the basket, and the longer she'd need to stay out in the sun. But she couldn't resist the temptation. The berries hung amid the thorns, juicy and succulent. She thrust her hand back into the bush, and grabbed a couple more. The thorns scratched, but the prize was worth it. The sweet, tart taste ran over her tongue. Delightful. But her fingers were now sticky with berry juice, and the sweat was running again. And there were the flies, hovering and buzzing. Never mind her miserably half-full basket. This was hotter than last summer, by far. Or any of the seventeen other summers of her life. Maybe it was the terrible lack of wind. Other times, the salty tang from the south – the sea lay two days' donkey-ride from her village – might have relieved Iris' pain. But today? The air hung like a hazy and listless shroud. To be trapped outside on such an afternoon, why, it was like being cooked alive inside a brazen maze. A maze choked with bushes and thorns. Iris gritted her teeth. A plan formed in her mind. The festivities of Sungit were yet tomorrow night. She could nap in the shade for a few hours, at least until the coolness of evening. Then she'd fill her basket, and hurry home. Her mother might grumble, but her mother wasn't out in the afternoon heat. She was bowing and scraping before Sungit's stone altar, along with all the other mothers. So long as Iris delivered a basketful of blackberries by nightfall, that was what mattered. Besides, the visiting Priest ate half the fruit offerings before the ceremony, and the goddess never seemed to mind. Sungit felt generous these days. The harvest had not failed in a full twelve years, and the grain ran plentiful. Iris' heart fluttered, as she glanced around her. There was no-one in sight, nor could she hear anyone talking or singing. Perhaps everyone else thought similarly: the day was just too hot.

Ep 491 Blackberry Picking by Daniel Stride

Here is chapter 1 of "Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks" a 9-chapter novella. You can get the rest of this story by <a href= "http://patreon.com/nobilis" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">supporting the AudioThrust patreon campaign.</a> Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by <a href= "https://vivienneferrari.com/" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">Vivienne Ferrari</a>, audio produced by <a href= "https://www.youtube.com/peterelfman" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">Peter Elfman</a>.

Here is chapter 1 of "Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks" a 9-chapter novella. You can get the rest of this story by supporting the AudioThrust patreon campaign. Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by Vivienne Ferrari, audio produced by Peter Elfman.

Here is chapter 1 of "Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks" a 9-chapter novella. You can get the rest of this story by <a href="http://patreon.com/nobilis" rel="noopener noreferrer">supporting the AudioThrust patreon campaign.</a> Written by Nobilis Reed, narrated by <a href="https://vivienneferrari.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">Vivienne Ferrari</a>, audio produced by <a href="https://www.youtube.com/peterelfman" rel="noopener noreferrer">Peter Elfman</a>.

AudioThrust s1e2: Cagefighting Nuns in Tanks, ch. 1

This month's patron-funded story is Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan. It's narrated by the author. ANNOUNCEMENT: As of today, the Nobilis Erotica podcast is going on hiatus. The patreon campaign is paused, the call for submissions is closed, and there will be no stories posted. Stay subscribed to the podcast feed, however. As I pursue new projects, I'll announce them here, and you won't want to miss it. If you enjoy this podcast, you're going to enjoy the things I've got coming up. And if things go well, we'll be seeing more stories again. Thank you all for the fabulous ride we've been on. Stay with me to see what the next ride looks like!

This month's patron-funded story is Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan. It's narrated by the author. ANNOUNCEMENT: As of today, the Nobilis Erotica podcast is going on hiatus. The patreon campaign is paused, the call for submissions is closed, and there will be no stories posted. Stay subscribed to the podcast feed, however. As I pursue new projects, I'll announce them here, and you won't want to miss it. If you enjoy this podcast, you're going to enjoy the things I've got coming up. And if things go well, we'll be seeing more stories again. Thank you all for the fabulous ride we've been on. Stay with me to see what the next ride looks like!

Ep 500 Personalize your Netherparts by Cecilia Tan

This month's patron-funded story is Bitter Luck by <a href= "https://www.tumblr.com/jasterwrites" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">J Aster</a>. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. <a href= "https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a>

This month's patron-funded story is Bitter Luck by J Aster. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class

This month's patron-funded story is Bitter Luck by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/jasterwrites" rel="noopener noreferrer">J Aster</a>. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. <a href="https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" rel="noopener noreferrer">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a>

Ep 499 Bitter Luck by J Aster

This month's patron-funded story is "A Merman Walks Into a Bar" by <a href="http://dannyechase.com/" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">Dannye Chase</a>. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. <a href= "https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a> <a href="http://patreon.com/nobilis" target="_blank" rel= "noopener">For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign.</a>

This month's patron-funded story is "A Merman Walks Into a Bar" by Dannye Chase. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign.

This month's patron-funded story is "A Merman Walks Into a Bar" by <a href="http://dannyechase.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">Dannye Chase</a>. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed. <a href="https://riverdaleavebooks.com/books/5471/monster-whisperer-second-class" rel="noopener noreferrer">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class</a> <a href="http://patreon.com/nobilis" rel="noopener noreferrer">For an ad-free version of this podcast, support the patreon campaign.</a>

Ep 496 A Merman Walks Into a Bar by Dannye Chase

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