Tracy St. John Blogs On And On And On...

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Michaela (M/I/M/M)






Michaela writhed in desperation, trying to claim the two cocks that entered too slowly for her liking. “More,” she insisted, fighting the chains that kept her from claiming Raxstad in one shove. “More, Raxstad.”

“Easy, little lover,” he growled, his heavy brow beetling with effort. “I’m right on the verge. Damn it, she’s so tight!”

“But soft too,” Korkla sighed. “She feels wonderful.”

He leaned down to give Michaela’s breast a lingering kiss. The warm, moist contact sent fervor spilling into her belly. She shoved her groin at Raxstad and her chest at the other two. It was as if her pussy had not climaxed with the Dramok. It clamored for another release.

“Feel free to relieve yourself quickly,” Govi moaned to Raxstad, watching her gyrate. “It’s agony waiting.”

“You don’t have to,” Korkla told his Imdiko. “I’m sure Michaela would be glad to offer you her mouth.”

“I’d like that, but I want to enjoy the rest. I’ve never had a woman so similar to our species.”

“Then you’ll have to practice the same control our Nobek is attempting to maintain.” Korkla grinned with menace.

His hand shot out and grasped Govi’s front cock. The Imdiko yelped.

“Damn it, Korkla! What the hell are you doing?”

The Dramok tugged carefully at Govi’s sex. “Michaela wants a taste. Don’t you, sweetling?”

Michaela groaned. Raxstad was now deep inside her. The thickness of him in her pussy and ass had him rubbing hard against that bright sweet spot inside her female sheath, sending delicious thrills up and down her spine. The Nobek moved back and forth slowly, his teeth gritted in an effort to not lose control. Even so, the friction was mindblowing. Bright flashes like lightning kept flaring over Michaela’s vision.

Govi moved to straddle her face, cutting off the exciting sight of Raxstad fucking her. Korkla still had hold of the Imdiko’s cock, pulling it down towards Michaela’s lips.

“Come on Govi, get down where she can enjoy you in her mouth. Your Matara wants it. Open up, Michaela. Taste that big, beautiful cock.”

The scent of spicy Kalquorian arousal mingled with the mind-stealing aroma of the flowers. Michaela inhaled deeply of it and cried out with excitement. She opened her mouth, inviting Govi in.

Korkla guided his panting Imdiko to her lips. Michaela ran her tongue over the tip of Govi’s wet cock and was awarded a delicious blast of sweet-salty-spiciness. She lifted her head to suck on the tapered appendage. Govi yelled.

Korkla changed his grip to the Imdiko’s secondary cock, moving it carefully so that it didn’t stab Michaela in the throat. From the corner of her eye, she saw how he grinned. 

“That’s right, my pretty pair. I knew you’d be gorgeous together.”

Govi’s hips dipped low so that he filled Michaela’s mouth with his cock. He stopped just as she was on the verge of gagging on his length and slid back out. He pressed in carefully once more. Back out. In.

A fresh wave of heat enveloped Michaela’s body. Govi fucked her mouth. Raxstad fucked her ass and pussy. Her whole body received what it had wanted for so long, and she gloried in it. Even her cock, depleted so recently, filled with fresh desire.

She thought her insides must be made of lava. She burned hot, like molten rock liquefying and dripping fire. Every cell was alight, blazing with all the power of Plasius’ two suns.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown



                The Plasian shrank back, fear registering on her gentle face. Clajak moved fast, putting himself between her and Ru’imbu. He loomed over the gray alien and allowed his fangs to unhinge.
                “The woman is not to blame, gray boy. My companion and I are at fault, not her.”
                The Bi’isil touched the strap around its skinny waist. A number of pouches and small devices were attached, much like the belt Clajak wore.
                Cold pleasure invaded Clajak’s mind yet again. Protocol has been ignored.  Bi’isils do not stand for such matters.  The woman’s life and that of the brothel owner are forfeit.  
                Egilka gasped. Clajak ignored him for the moment. Speaking in the liquid language of Plasius in the hopes that Ru’imbu didn’t know it, he told the prostitute, “Get out of here and warn your owner.”
                The Plasian didn’t hesitate for an instant. She fled the room as Clajak let his temper off its leash and faced off with Ru’imbu. “You’re not on Bi’is, you hateful gray shit.  This is Dantovon and you can get over your insult, small thing that it is.”
                Even though the Bi’isil’s face remained unchanged, its body shook with rage. It stared up at Clajak and dripped molten fire in his head with its fury.
                Small insult?  Small?  For the prince of the E’isip, foremost in the richest territories of Be’em, capital of the realm of Bi’is?  No insult is small to me, Kalquorian. 
                Clajak snorted. “Then you’ll be getting your feelings hurt a lot, Prince of Assholes. 
                Ru’imbu touched a small device on his belt. All at once, Clajak couldn’t move. He couldn’t even speak to warn Egilka to run. Ru’imbu pulled the metallic device from his belt, a tiny box with lumps protruding from it. He pointed it at Clajak.
                A streak of darkness flew at the Bi’isil. It knocked him over. The little gray alien tumbled away as the dark streak resolved into a wide-eyed Egilka. Ru’imbu lay still. It was a heartbeat before Clajak realized he could move again.
                Fury made the room red-tinged. Clajak took a step towards the Bi’isil, who was trying to sit up. The Dramok thought how nice it would be to stomp all over the little bastard and hear his twig bones snap.
                Egilka grabbed him and shoved him at the still-open door. “Run, Clajak!  The little shit has a portable stasis beam and collars!”

Releasing mid-December 2015

Friday, April 17, 2015

Shalia's Diary Book 5 Now On Sale







It's in book form! Shalia is safe and on her way to Kalquor again. However, she remains haunted by her abduction by Finiuld ... and by a mysterious shadow stalking the corridors of the transporter.




Now available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, and All Romance. Also in print. Hopefully it will be on Nook within a week.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire (M/M)






Rajhir’s drawn-out groan was music to the Imdiko’s ears.  He entered easily, sliding sure and steady into Flencik’s body as if they’d done this a thousand times, filling him with rigid heaviness.  Flencik groaned as the thick cock traveled deep inside to rub against his hotspot.  Liquid fire jolted his cocks.  He bit his own forearm as tension sang through his body.

“That’s it,” Rajhir said.  “You feel good to me too, Imdiko.  So snug and warm.”  He sighed, the sound happy.

“Can I move?” Flencik asked.  He wanted to shove back and forth against Rajhir, to keep that delightful friction going.

“If you do so at my pace.  Nice and slow to start.”

Flencik eased forward, letting the hard prick slip outward until only the tip remained within him.  He rocked back, enclosing Rajhir once more until the Dramok’s groin met his ass.  The cock inside drove against that electric point within Flencik’s sleeve, sending biting pleasure through his belly.  The ball of heaviness between his throbbing dicks grew more weighted.  Oh yes.  This was good.

Flencik moved forward and eased back.  Forward and back.  Moist sounds accompanied the motions as Rajhir’s wet cock slid in and out of his ass.  His secondary prick rubbed against Flencik’s, adding to the sublime possession.  And always, always was that delicious pressure against his interior cumspot.  His fingers dug into the dirt and his toes curled.  His body wanted more.  He wanted it harder.

The Imdiko drove back against his lover, making their bodies smack together.  Rajhir groaned, and his fingers dug into Flencik’s hips.  Meanwhile, his cock slammed with unerring accuracy against that point of fire.  Flencik’s breath caught as molten lava slid deliciously into his secondary cock.  Damn, that was so much better.  Better, but still not everything he wanted.

He moved forward again, nearly to the point that Rajhir left his body.  Then he slammed back, taking the Dramok in hard.  The big cock inside him hit the sweet spot with brutal force.  Flencik’s cock jerked and spit out a few drops.  Rajhir yelled.

That was it.  That was what Flencik desired.

Before he could do it again, however, Rajhir began slapping his ass.  Hard.  Hard enough to make Flencik yelp and try to pull away.

“Oh no, you don’t,” the Dramok snarled.  He reached beneath to grasp Flencik’s primary cock.  He squeezed a warning, and the Imdiko froze.

“Rajhir—” he whimpered, his voice breathless from the pressure of the grip.

“Be quiet.”  When Flencik’s tense silence told Rajhir he would be obeyed, the Dramok said, “I told you, we fuck at my pace.  You ignored that, and now you will be punished.”

“I just wanted to – to–”

“You wanted to rush me.  You wanted to assert yourself.  I told you no.  Now stay right where you are and accept my discipline.”

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown





                When Egilka glared, as he did now, he had a wonderful dangerous quality. As a child, Clajak and his playmates had pretended to be pirates. As he got older, his fantasies of freedom and pillage aboard an outlaw submersion ship had matured. He thought of standing on a deck with Egilka at his side, wearing that very glare. Together they would plunder and then celebrate their exploits with wild sex in their shared cabin.
                Stupid kid stuff. Childish fancies. Yet in them, Egilka saw him as a grown man, an equal. A lover. Not a duty, which was the last thing Clajak wanted to be to him.
                Being caught running away by his intended had surely not elevated Clajak in his eyes today. It made him want to squirm in humiliation. Yet there was something else that made him want to squirm for entirely different reasons ... being tied up and under Egilka’s stern gaze was prime material for newer, more adult fantasies.
                Perhaps that was why the invitation Clajak never intended to make burst out anyway. “I would love to make it up to you.” He glanced at his still avid cocks to make sure Egilka got the message.
                The Imdiko’s eyes widened, and for an instant he bit his lips together. Then the composed, distant expression masked his face once more. “Save it, Clajak.  You can play with all the young Nobeks once you get home and clan me like you’re supposed to.”
                Clanning with Egilka would take all other Imdikos off the menu. Not that Clajak cared. He’d wanted his intended for what felt like forever. The tiny tremor he’d caught from his soon-to-be clanmate made him think he might actually get to realize that hope.
                Clajak pretended his heart wasn’t drumming fit to jump out of his chest. He gave the Imdiko a self-assured, cocky smile. “Aw, Egilka.  Look at me.  Look. Do I look like I’m pretending?”
                Egilka’s gaze shot to Clajak’s gleaming wet cocks. He jerked his head away quickly, as if he’d looked before he could stop himself. His scowl deepened.
                Yet the spicy scent of Kalquorian male arousal drifted from him, and the front of his gray trousers had bumped out. Clajak licked his lips. The Imdiko wanted him. The opportunity was too good to let slide by.

Releasing mid-December 2015