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Friday, September 23, 2016

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





He took his pricks in hand, positioning the tapered tips against Michaela’s open pussy and ass. She ground her teeth hard against the bit in her mouth as she felt the thicker stave slip into her pussy. A moment later, the lower cock forged into her rear entrance. 

Raxstad stopped rubbing her belly. He opened the crotch of his shorts and took his cocks out. His other hand tangled in Michaela’s hair, grasping a handful to hold her head pinned to the table.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “Open them and watch. You’re going to see everything we do to you. Look or I’ll punish you again.”

Michaela whimpered, but she opened her eyes. The way Raxstad held her down, she had no choice but to watch the vid overhead. She concentrated on looking at the men.

“Good girl.” Raxstad stroked his primary cock, masturbating himself over her breasts. He grunted low in his throat.

Govi continued to play with her tits with one hand, but he also released himself. He pleasured his larger cock as Raxstad did, but moved to the head of the table as he did so. The tip of his dick aimed towards Michaela’s mouth. He alternated between watching her face and what his clanmates did. Michaela could hear his gasping breath.

Korkla reached his end, his cocks embedded deep within her sex and ass. Michaela moaned at the fullness. The back cock rubbed against something electric deep inside her tighter channel. The front cock also had found the place at the front of her womanly sheath, the part that felt like molten lava when rubbed. She groaned and strained against those sensations and the sweet stroking of the cock pump. Her prick spat pre-cum.

“That’s right,” Korkla muttered. “Our pretty little girl-boy loves to be fucked. She likes it when we spray our cum all over her amazing body. Don’t you, Michaela? Don’t you love it?”

He ground against her, his groin moving in circles against her. The nubs of his cockring abraded her soft flesh delightfully, sharpening the ravening need that suffused her belly. With her teeth clenched around the bit, Michaela issued a thin, high-pitched scream.

“I think she wants more,” Raxstad said between grunts. “Fuck her, my Dramok. Fuck her while she watches.”

“Do you see it yet, my Matara?” Govi asked as he pulled hard on himself, his cock only a couple of inches away from her face. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Do you see why we want you so much?”

No, she didn’t see it. Michaela simply couldn’t understand why her misshapen form aroused them so greatly. But the men were beautiful to look upon, and seeing Korkla thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy was delicious. Michaela wanted to watch when Raxstad and Govi came too, when their juices spurted on her breasts and face. She needed them to come for her. She concentrated on seeing just the men and the part of her the Dramok fucked.

Korkla’s strokes were long and deep, hitting something deep inside Michaela that resounded like a bell. When his groin met hers, the nubby cockring rubbed her clit and all about her pussy and anus.
Her scrotum had drawn up tight, and a great weight had announced itself at the base of her cock. It roiled there, rising from a simmer, readying to erupt. There was still pain from long-denied orgasm, but knowing she would climax soon helped soothe the discomfort. Knowing they would all climax made the hurt enjoyable.

Korkla’s head fell back and he moaned at the image floating over their heads. “Ring on,” he said and ground in tight against Michaela again.

A profound shuddering overtook Michaela where the cockring touched her. Powerful vibrations quaked all over her ass, sex, and clit. Orgasm moved swiftly, thundering through her like an earthquake.

Michaela screamed around the bit gag as blistering heat shoved from her balls into her prick. It drove a fiery trail up through straining flesh, spewing up and out beyond the pumping sleeve that held her flesh. The knot at the base of her cock released in shuddering bursts, relieving the tension at long last.
Meanwhile, her pussy flexed hard. The pleasure of her masculine flesh transmitted to the feminine. It joined in with the hard pressure moving against the hotspot in her sheath, the jarring excitement of Korkla’s cock tip colliding with her cervix, and the wicked thrills running from the vibrating ring to her clit. She was moments from coming.

Raxstad’s head fell back and he yelled. His primary cock shot cum all over Michaela’s breasts. As if he had started a chain reaction, Korkla’s cries joined in, his cocks jerking hard inside her. Then Govi went off, spraying Michaela’s face with his juices as he gasped and watched her widen her mouth to catch the spicy-sweet-salty offering.

That did it. Michaela’s womanhood spasmed like a fist around the cock thrusting deep, and shattering pleasure at last billowed forth. Her shrieks continued, moving from the bright, fiery excitement of male orgasm to the deeper, headier female pleasure. With both happening at the same time, she was able to appreciate the differences: one relieved while the other fulfilled. For a moment, Michaela actually appreciated being able to experience the glory of being both male and female.

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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command



              Tranis looked at Piras, his usually grim expression lighting with a smile too. “A former spy, one who hasn’t been on that type of duty in a long time, would be best.”
              Piras snorted. “That leaves you out. You were promoted straight from a spyship command only a few years ago.”
              He managed to keep the grudge out of his tone. Dramok Tranis had absolutely deserved his promotion to admiral. He was smart, resourceful, brave, and everything else an officer of the fleet should be. A hero, without a doubt.
              He was also the man who had taken away the one thing Piras had wanted most out of life.
              Not that Piras let any of that affect their ability to work together, except for one notable time. In this era of war, he couldn’t afford to be anything but professional. He didn’t have to like Tranis to work well with him, a fact borne out by the time they’d both spent together in Fleet Command.
              Hobato continued to give Piras a penetrating stare. “It's not just a matter of Admiral Tranis having been out of the spyship game for only five years. He’s also got an Earther Matara as part of his clan.”
              Like Piras didn’t know that. Like the still vid picture hanging on the wall didn’t remind him, had he deigned to look at it. Not that Piras cared one whit about Matara Cassidy, the beautiful Earther Tranis’s clan had won at the end of the war with Earth. Her sweet face might spark a little envy in Piras’s heart, but it didn’t compare to the pain he felt when he looked at another face in that portrait.
              It hadn’t been enough that Tranis had managed to clan Cassidy. Or that he’d become admiral younger than any other man in the history of the fleet. No, he had also clanned the Nobek Piras had loved for fifteen years. The man he’d shared his bed and body with, thinking that at any moment, Lidon would finally say yes to his offer of lifelong companionship.
              Was Piras wrong to feel jealousy towards a man who had won it all? Perhaps, but he refused to add guilt to his list of hurtful emotions. Lidon had been his Nobek in everything but vow, working at Piras’s side on board their destroyer through scores of campaigns and battles. Within months of Tranis becoming their ship’s first officer, Lidon had accepted the younger man’s offer to clan.
              Piras let none of the pain show. “I think it’s quite clear that the Basma would not welcome Admiral Tranis with open arms.”
              “He might welcome you.” Tranis’s voice was low and careful.
              Piras started and looked the bearded man in the face for the first time. “Me?”

Friday, September 16, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire






Flencik groaned to see the nipple suction cups and double cockrings Rajhir held.  At the same time, his cocks jerked as excitement roiled in his groin.  

Rajhir’s grin became more dangerous at the reaction.  “I see you’re well aware of what I have in mind.  Any objections?”

“Will they work?” Flencik’s voice came out in a croak.   “The objections, I mean.”

“Not when I can see how excited you are.  You look forward to what I’m going to do to you.”

He was right.  There was an undercurrent of dread, because Flencik knew damned well with that cockring on, Rajhir could tease him all night.  At the same time, something inside him responded to being controlled by the stunning Dramok.  Something in Flencik wanted to be made to obey.

Rajhir set down his implements of pleasure and torment.  His hands gripped Flencik’s cocks, stroking up and down with firm demand.  Decadent delight grew at the bold touch, and Flencik moaned.  His hips rocked to move into Rajhir’s hands as much as the binds would allow.  His cocks were soaking wet, and he moved easily within the Dramok’s fists.  It felt so good, and heated pleasure slid into Flencik’s secondary cock.

Rajhir released him.  He picked up the larger of the two double cockrings he’d taken out of the box and slid it over Flencik’s pricks.  The Imdiko had lubricated so copiously that it slipped to the bases of his cocks easily.  Flencik choked back a cry to feel the snug pressure.  He would be kept in a limbo of excitement and denied climax until Rajhir removed the ring.  

It was wonderful and awful all at once.  Once more the Imdiko felt anxiety at being so vulnerable, yet he absolutely loved the agony of being under the control of a man of Rajhir’s strength and power.  It made no sense to him to delight in this torture, but he did.

Rajhir leaned over him once more, but this time he mouthed Flencik’s nipple.  The Imdiko writhed under the attention.  It felt as if every lick, suck, and gentle pull of Rajhir’s teeth went straight to his cocks.  His cries rang in the room as passion swirled with luscious brutality through his lower parts.

Rajhir released the diamond-hard nub and placed a clear suction cup over it, making sure the slightly fluted edges formed a seal with Flencik’s skin.  The cup looked a little like a shot glass with a nozzle at the end.  It covered the entire areola.  

“Have you ever had these used on you before?”

Flencik shook his head.  “I’ve only seen them in sex vids.”

Rajhir smirked.  “The ladies I’ve tried them on find them very exciting.  I’ve never used them on a man though.  The shape of these are different from the ones used on women, so I’m not sure how well they’ll work.  Let’s see how it goes.”

He twisted the nozzle, and there was a hiss as air released from the cup.  The pull of suction was immediate on Flencik’s nipple.  He groaned as the delightful sensation spilled through his breast and once more arrowed straight down to his groin.  A pulsing ache announced itself in the area between his cocks.  He would feel the desperate need to come soon.  Knowing he might be denied release for some time only made it worse.  It made the feeling of his nipple being sucked and the tightness of the cockring that much more obvious.  

Flencik whimpered.  Seeing how his nipple trapped inside the cup was swollen and pointed, resembling a woman’s nipple, only made things worse.  It stretched until it nearly filled the small cavity, flushing dark.  The pulling sensation had him gasping.

Rajhir looked pleased.  “That’s nice.  Now the other one.”

He applied the second cup.  The feeling of his nipples being sucked hard made Flencik feel a little crazy.  Shards of lightning zapped from them to his cocks, making him desperate to remove the cockring.  Lust churned in his groin.  Flencik strained against his bonds, cries tearing from his lips with every breath.  His cocks pounded with need.

Rajhir sat back and watched him struggle.  The Dramok’s wet lips were parted, his tongue peeking out every few seconds as Flencik writhed.  He stood and started to strip.

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