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Friday, January 23, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

Tristan continued the slow taking, drawing in and out to make me feel every excruciating moment of intrusion and retreat. His muscles corded, letting me know he wouldn’t be able to maintain the torment much longer. Soon his lust would take over, forcing him to take me hard and fast, allowing us both glorious dissolution. I only had to retain control until his need matched mine. But I was still on the brink, so close that the slightest thing could undo me.

“Not yet,” he growled at me, intuiting as always my level of arousal. I chewed on the tie gagging me, fighting to keep whimpered pleas from creeping out to displease him. 

We engaged in a united battle of wills against our bodies, both of us determined to make me prove my obedience to Tristan. I could see the concentration on my lover’s face as he tortured himself as much as me by making himself hold back. Need worked his face as he took me. Small moans escaped him with every breath.

I was being stretched to the breaking point, clammy sweat breaking out over my skin as I held off with all I had. Feeling Tristan moving in and out, the friction lighting sparks that threatened to send me over, was delicious and terrible all at once. I had no choice but to keep my legs splayed wide open to accept his assault.

Being a sub is a horribly wonderful thing.

At last he couldn’t take anymore. Tristan fell over me, his body covering mine like a blanket as his hips beat against me in a desperate tattoo. His groin was tight to mine, rubbing my clit with every eager thrust. Blinding sensation licked through my lower body, dragging me towards climax.

No, no, no. He hasn’t given permission. 

My eyes squeezed shut. My jaw clenched in a teeth-shattering bite. My hands fisted until my fingernails bit into my palms. Tickling heat seized my loins, pulling me into the abyss. I was going over.

No, darn it, hold on, he hasn’t said I can!

I was at the top of the peak, excruciating bliss starting its cascade, laying hold and tensing to fling me out into space.


“Now, Brandilynn! Come now!”

His shout came just as I dissolved into a gazillion tiny suns, all exploding at once in a cataclysm of white-hot oblivion. Orgasm hurled me into eternity, every cell seeming to swirl in its own delighted dance through the cosmos. I expanded and expanded until I must have broken the edges of the universe.

Re-releasing next month with new cover art (no major edits made to text).

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Of them all, Rolat seemed the most comfortable. “Tell me you’re not staying in this evening?  The weather is perfect for a beach stroll and dinner outdoors. That’s what we planned for tonight.” He looked over Tasha’s outfit again, as if trying to hint at her to change. She only smiled in return.
                “Scintillating,” Cissy said, though a beach stroll actually did sound pretty nice. “I’m hitting the lemanthev concert at one of the clubs tonight.  It should be fun.”
                She watched for Diltan’s reaction most of all and wasn’t surprised to see a pained look cross his features. His tone matched his expression. “Those lemanthev concerts can get a bit out of control, given the number of younglings that attend.  Young Kalquorian men do not always handle their urges with great maturity.”
                Cissy hated the paternal tone, though there had been a couple of altercations between the dates she’d gone to concerts with and other attendees. Lemanthev tended to wind the young men up, and they had a tendency to want to show off to the few Earther girls in the crowd.
                Still, who did this clown think he was telling her what she should do? Cissy planted her hands on her hips and looked Diltan in the eye. “They can’t handle themselves, huh? Then I guess I’ll have to handle their urges for them.”
                Rolat made a sound that had a suspicious resemblance to a snicker. Wal ducked his head, but not before Cissy saw the smile taking over his face. Tasha rolled her eyes while Diltan glared.
                Cissy switched to her Big Fake Smile that she used when her patience had run out. “Don’t worry, Father.  I’ll be okay.”
                On that note, Tasha began flapping her hands towards the door. “Shall we go?  See you later, Cissy.”
                She fairly shoved the men out ahead of her. They seemed strangely reluctant to go, but Tasha managed the job. She pulled a face at Cissy just before the door shut behind her and her dates.
                Cissy shook her head. Well, what had she expected from Diltan? That he might suddenly find his inner cool? Just once she’d like him to look at her with something besides aversion.

Tentatively scheduled for March release.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave

He chuckled at her sally and engulfed her in one of those stomach-warming kisses again. Dani ran her hands all over him, delighting in the lithe, well-defined physique while sucking on his rough textured tongue. She rubbed against his cocks, making him groan.

Krijero let her explore his smooth body for a few blissful minutes, his breathing growing louder and faster as she moved against him. Dani felt compelled to memorize him with tongue, hands, her entire body. The Imdiko’s thighs became wet with her juices as she slid over them.

He might have been the gentlest of his clan, but Krijero still had the Kalquorian alpha mindset, which he finally gave in to. Dani suddenly found her wrists pinned behind her back by one big hand, and he leaned back to separate their torsos, which she’d been trying to meld together.

“Krijero,” she whined. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he spread his thighs a little. She straddled him, so his move opened her wide. She caught her breath when his fingers began stroking her nether lips. A low groan seemed to come from the depths of her soul.

“Remember we must be quiet,” Krijero warned. He then went to work tormenting her, his fingers dancing over her tender flesh. He spread her honey all over, wetting her anus and clit. 

Dani writhed as he touched her, biting her lips against the pleased little cries that wanted to come out. His clever touch drew sparks from her body so bright she thought it might light up the night.

Much like how she’d mapped his body by touch, he did the same with her womanhood. As if committing her to memory, Krijero explored the folds of her sacred flesh, starting from her outer lips and working in until he circled the rim of her orifice. The almost ticklish sensations of his minute investigation had Dani squirming uncontrollably. 

Two fingers entered her. Dani shuddered violently at the penetration. Krijero thrust in and out slowly, searching the walls of her sheath with gentle pressure as he worked her. Suddenly he found the nest of nerves that felt best. Quivering heat blasted through Dani’s belly, and her jaws snapped shut with an audible click to keep a cry from ringing into the night. Her body went rigid.

“That’s a good spot,” Krijero chuckled, his voice low with satisfaction. His fingers withdrew to the tips then thrust in again, pressing harder against that eager flesh.

Dani moaned deep in her throat as her sex swelled with pleasure. Her sheath flexed in a slow roll.

She whimpered a protest when the Imdiko pulled free of her clutching sleeve. He didn’t acknowledge her, his fingers slipping back to tease her anus instead.

Dani made herself relax so Krijero could easily penetrate the tight orifice. He was gentle with her, taking the time to stretch the reluctant flesh, readying her for his dual invasion. Truth be told, anal play with the Kalquorians felt good. The pleasure started as a quiet echo of the G-spot stimulation, building gradually as he spread her wider. Dani let the growing arousal take her over. She made little movements up and down over the questing digit, making it feel better and better. She thought she might actually be able to climax from anal penetration alone. The realization excited her.

Krijero pressed a second finger into her, and glorious bliss suffused her. It did feel as good as G-spot stimulation, bringing that swelling feeling into her lower parts again, growing from easy pleasure to heady arousal to excruciating need. Dani fought to drive herself over those talented fingers, to bring the explosion that wanted to come. Her legs splayed so wide apart, she could only twitch and grind the least little bit.

She keened between clenched teeth. “Please, Krijero?”

“Faster or harder?”


“Can you come quietly?”

“I promise … please…”

His fingers dove in and out, his palm thudding quietly against her pussy as he worked her. The pressure in her loins burgeoned, expanding beyond her ability to hold together. Ecstasy burst through her, turning the black night into the blinding center of the sun. Climax poured through her, a molten river of bliss. She jerked in Krijero’s firm grip, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought not to scream.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                She stood up and twirled around for Cissy’s inspection. Her pink skirt was a cute, flouncy thing for a garment that ended just below the knees. Tasha’s white blouse was buttoned all the way up to the collar. Her shoes were dressy, but flat. “Do I look okay?”
                Cissy sighed. “Impeccable.  You’re just right for Clan Uptight.”
                “Gee, thanks.” Tasha stuck her tongue out. With the pink ruffles, she looked more like a pouty pre-teen than a woman in her thirties.
                The only signal Dear Sister is sending out is one that yells Stop, Cissy thought. Has she had any sex since we got here? She was humping like a rabbit the whole trip from Earth. Why this ladylike shit now?
                Before Cissy could interrogate her twin, the door announce went off, announcing Clan Diltan’s arrival. For some reason, Cissy’s mouth went dry.
                Tasha checked the chronometer on the wall and smiled. “I’m ready just in time. Damn, I’m good.”
                With a wink and a grin for Cissy, Tasha left the sleeping room. Cissy followed her to the greeting room, making sure the doors to messier areas were all closed. If Mr. Perfect Diltan saw what a slob Tasha was, he’d probably run and not look back.
                She looked to the door that connected her quarters to her twin’s. She knew she should leave Tasha alone to greet her dates. Yet her feet wouldn’t move in that direction. Instead, they carried her to the middle of the greeting room. She watched Tasha smooth her outfit over one last time before calling to her door to open.
                The trio of Clan Diltan entered at her invitation. It seemed Tasha had over-dressed for her date, Cissy thought. Diltan was as classy as ever despite wearing a casual well-fitted tunic and slacks. It was the most dressed-down Cissy had seen him, and she swallowed a thick wad in her throat to view how nicely his clothes clung to a powerful body. Stupid handsome thing.
                Wal and Rolat were similarly dressed, their clothing casual but hiding none of the very nice attributes of their bodies. With his hair tied back in a ponytail and his shirt untucked, Wal looked like a professor on vacation. Apparently his face never shed that vaguely worried, thoughtful look. Rolat had on shorts, which showed a lot of the corded muscles of his thighs and calves. Heaven have mercy.
                The clan bowed to Tasha, though they looked at her outfit with uncertainty. Then they noticed Cissy standing there. Three pairs of eyes widened.
                Cissy couldn’t imagine why the men drew up suddenly at the sight of her. Her clothing was almost sedate compared to how they’d seen her last time. It was just jeans and a blouse. Okay, so the blouse was a little low-cut and she had a generous amount of cleavage showing. Still, it wasn’t like her nipples were waving in the air or anything. Hadn’t Clan Diltan ever seen boobs before?
                After a pause, the Kalquorians bowed to her too. That was more like it.

Tentatively scheduled for March release.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld I: Drop Dead Sexy

I trailed gentle kisses down his shaft. Cupping his balls in my palm, I licked them, enjoying the softness of the skin there. With my free hand, I stroked his penis up and down while giving his scrotum a very thorough tongue bath. Dan groaned, his hands in my hair, tightening and releasing in turns as I enjoyed tasting him.

Then I moved up his erection, my tongue tracing the vein that ran the underside of his cock. I delighted to feel it thrum with a pulse, as if Dan still lived. It amazed me what memories our discorporate selves retained after death. Even involuntary functions could be recalled in the right situation.

I followed that throbbing trail right up to his darkened head, where I paused to lick all around where it joined to the shaft. Dan whispered my name, then “baby girl” as if muttering a prayer. A bead of sweetness appeared at the tip of his cock. I claimed it, rolling his salty goodness all over my tongue.

Then I twirled my tongue over the smooth head, going slow to make him moan. Hearing his pleasure at my service made my nipples and lower parts tight. I love making a man feel good like this. Don’t ask me why it flips my switches; it just does. My thighs were already slick from eager juices as I delighted him.

My lips closed over the head, and I slowly drew them away, sucking gently as I went, my tongue swirling until his cock left my mouth. Another moan, and I got a ticklish warmth in my belly. He loved my work. A girl likes to know her efforts are appreciated.

Slowly, slowly, I enclosed as much of Dan’s length in my mouth as I could, one hand gripping the base of him while I caressed his balls with the other. I reversed course, rubbing the pulsing vein below with my tongue. He groaned as I took him again and again and again.

I could have pleasured him forever. I loved the feeling of his hands tangled in my hair, occasionally pressing my head down to envelope him more than I was completely comfortable doing. When I’d softly gag, he’d groan, “Good girl.” He’d give me a few safe strokes to recover before pushing me down too far again. I’d known a few guys who had the throat-choke fetish. Dan was pretty tame in comparison, and I didn’t mind him enjoying his mastery. I knew if I asked him to stop, he would.
I didn’t want him to stop. 

I varied the speed of my work, getting him to where he continuously moaned and then slowing to prolong the experience. I hadn’t noted much when it came to body heat among us dead, but Dan felt very hot in my mouth. Hot and hard and smooth and wonderful. 

And alive. It’s true that sex is one of the most life-affirming of acts. I certainly felt I still belonged to the mortal coil right now. No wonder the dead were so enthralled with getting laid as much as they could.

Newly edited and expanded version now available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and in print.