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Friday, May 22, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule

Egilka went to his knees, kissing his way down her taut abdomen.  When he reached the waistband of her skirt, he tugged it down.  His face went to the front of her panties, and she heard him inhale.  He moaned against her pubic mound, and she shivered against the vibration.  His mouth closed over the soaked fabric, sucking on it and the flesh it covered.  Jessica gritted her teeth to keep from screaming with pleasure.

Egilka lifted one of her legs, bending her knee over his shoulder.  It opened and tilted her sex forward for his hungry mouth, and Jessica had a moment when she thought the leg holding her up would buckle.  She moaned nonstop as he scraped his teeth against the fabric barrier to her secret flesh.  Jessica wanted him to taste her naked sex with near desperation, but she also wanted to prolong the sweetness of his slow lovemaking.

The prince licked, sucked, and nibbled, his groans as loud as hers.  At last he slipped her leg off his shoulder to slide her panties down her legs.  The fabric left wet trails down the inside of her thighs.

Egilka guided Jessica down to lie on the soft ground.  “Poor little girl,” he whispered as his hands ran over her goosebumped skin.  “It’s too cold for you out here, and there was so much I wanted to do to you.”

He covered her with his body.  She snuggled against him, letting his body heat calm the shivers she’d barely noticed in the delight of his pleasuring.  Egilka was better than a blanket.  His skin radiated warmth.  His cocks lay heavy against her belly, and she parted her thighs.  

“I’m warm on the inside,” she breathed.

Jessica heard the smile in the prince’s voice.  “I feel the heat coming off you.  It draws me in.”  He shifted over her, his hand positioning his organs to go where she wanted them.  She sighed to feel him there, poised to enter her.  

Egilka pressed into Jessica, letting her slowly envelop him.  He kissed her the whole while, murmuring soft endearments he possessed her.  “Sweet girl, lovely girl.  Let me in, little Earther.”

She whimpered as her sex yielded to his tender invasion.  Like his clanmates, Egilka was long and thick.  Yet he entered her easily.  Jessica’s backside was still pliant after her liaisons with Clajak the night before and Bevau this morning.  Her eager body clutched at their clanmate’s cocks, pulling Egilka in deep, as deep as he could go.

The Imdiko kissed her with quiet passion as he filled her.  She moved beneath him, matching his strokes as he took her.  Her legs twined around his.

Sex with Clajak and Bevau had been wild, sometimes animalistic.  Jessica adored every second of their tempestuous romps, but this slow, tender lovemaking Egilka shared with her was a revelation.   Her passion rose in gradual increments, building with each careful plunge he made.  Her hips rose to meet his, falling back when he drew back, matching his rhythm.  Their sexes made soft moist sounds as they moved together.

Egilka pulled his lips from hers, his breathing unsteady.  “They were right.  You Earthers are indeed a joy to couple with.”

“You say the sweetest things.”  The sarcasm was lost in Jessica’s sighs.  She could lay there forever with the Kalquorian prince’s weight on top of her.  Her bliss leveled up another notch.

He shifted just a little, but it was enough to change the pressure of his sex against the bundle of nerves inside her.  An intense stab of pleasure made Jessica arch against him, a strangled “Oh!” leaping from her mouth.  Her nails dug into his chest.

Egilka growled and moved against that spot once more.  Jessica again cried out and bucked her hips hard against him in reaction.  Warmth exploded in her loins.

“What is this?” he breathed in her ear, his tongue flicking to tickle the lobe.  He angled his next stroke to rub against the front wall of her vagina even harder.  Jessica emitted a thin scream as excruciating pleasure filled her womb.  She felt she might blow wide open from the pressure.  She raked his chest once more.

“Let’s see how much of this you can take,” Egilka growled.  His movements were still gentle, but he moved faster, stimulating that sweet spot in her sheath over and over.

Jessica shrieked as the orgasm burst through her.  She clawed Egilka’s chest, and he snarled.  She was vaguely aware of his body thrumming with tension as he struggled to keep the same steady pace, continuing to work her writhing body.  His breath came in gasps and growls.  

Jessica climaxed again, and she screamed anew.  She beat her fists against her tormentor’s chest as the beautiful agony heaved through her body.  The moment that orgasm crested and fell, another exploded.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Egilka was a tough nut to crack. That he’d not had a lover for two years – two years! – told Clajak they still had some issues to settle. The Imdiko might be older, wiser, and far more responsible than the prince, but there were some areas in which Egilka still had some growth due.
                Clajak eased back from the other man, watching closely to make sure he didn’t wake. It seemed counterintuitive to leave Egilka’s bed now that they’d finally gotten a taste of one another. Yet Clajak knew he had some thinking to do. He couldn’t parse out his next move objectively, not when the warmth of the Imdiko was pressed against him, not when that long, lovely body lay naked next to him.
                He thought, you’ll still chase me, my duty-bound lover. But not far. And not for long.
                He pulled away and got to his feet by the mat. He looked down on the slumbering Egilka. Clajak’s cocks gave a jerk, looking over the lithe lines of that delicious body. He had enjoyed fucking Egilka, just as he’d known he would. He looked forward to all the encounters they would have over their shared lifetime, to exploring the Imdiko’s desires and fantasies. It was going to be a grand adventure, if Egilka would relax long enough to appreciate it. The challenge would be getting past the man’s rigid thinking and behavior. To convince Egilka that there was more to life than duty driven by promises made to one who could no longer benefit from them. To show him there was indeed joy after heartbreak and grief.
                The slight smile on the Imdiko’s face smoothed out the harsher planes. Clajak smiled. He would be good for Egilka, maybe as much as Egilka would be good for him.

Releasing mid-December 2015

Friday, May 15, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace

Flencik’s fingers spread the soft petals of her sex, opening her completely to his scrutiny.  He stared at her secret flesh, his breath warm on her.  Feeling at once vulnerable and thrilled to be so scrutinized, Amelia spread her thighs wider.

Flencik slowly lowered his head, and Amelia sighed with expectation.  The rough alien tongue lapped her juices, this time keeping away from her pleasure bud.  After each lick, Flencik swallowed with deliberate slowness, his expression telling her he relished the taste of her.  Amelia’s desperate need for climax settled into steady pulses of gentler pleasure.  She sighed again as the tip of his tongue probed her anus and flattened out to sweep a path to her sex's lips.

The Imdiko’s tongue narrowed to press an entrance into her sex.  In and out it pushed into her center.  Amelia closed her eyes, wanting only to feel him and what he did to her.  Slow pulses of enjoyment suffused her belly.

Flencik’s mouth and tongue left her.  She opened her eyes.  He straightened until her ankles rested on his shoulders.  His penises probed at her secret flesh.

His sudden thrust buried him to the hilt in her softness.  Amelia cried out from mingled surprise and pain.  She clawed at the soft lounger beneath her as her body fought to adjust to the abrupt invasion.

The brief burst of hurt disappeared moments later, soothed by the delicious friction of his strokes.  Flencik held her legs against his chest, pulling her closer as he thrust himself into her.  Feeling the massive lengths rubbing the sweetest parts of her had arousal billowing huge once more.  Flashes of erotic lightning broke within, bringing orgasm closer by the moment.

The Kalquorian watched his cocks drive into her over and over, his eyes heavy-lidded with feral lust.  His upper lip wrinkled back, displaying long, needle-thin fangs half hidden behind his blunter, more human teeth.  Like a vampire, Amelia thought, watching the fangs with a combination of desire and fear.  Did he want to bite her?  Did Kalquorians drink blood?  What would it feel like if he plunged those fangs into her skin?

The liquid sounds of his sex sliding through hers was punctuated by the heavy slaps of his body pounding against her with greater and greater force.  Amelia grunted with each blow as he drove her hard.  His groin brushed her clit, adding those bright daggers of elation to her bliss.  The delicious fullness that bordered on pain grew in her belly as he took her powerfully.  She held on to his broad, sculpted shoulders, willing the explosion to come.  

Flencik rocked against her and the ticklish heat built to an inferno.  Amelia struggled to keep quiet so he wouldn’t know how close she was.  He must not deny her this time.  Her efforts were to no avail, however.  Her pleasure demanded a voice, and she cried out as it grew beyond the bounds of her belly.  “Please let me, please Flencik, please don’t stop...” her begging became incoherent. 

In response, the Imdiko rode her harder and faster, pushing her over the brink.  She came, clawing at his chest as her lungs burst with ragged cries.  

Flencik howled and drove his face against the side of her neck.  She felt a quick sting as his fangs sank into her throat.  She crested with fresh orgasm, feeling his mouth clamped over her skin, the teeth sunk deep in her flesh.

His sex pulsed as he emptied a hot flow of seed within her.  Amelia screamed her ecstasy as Flencik rode her mercilessly, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.  He pulled his fangs out and sucked at the wound he’d made.  She heard him swallow.  As he drew on her blood he growled against her neck, a devouring beast.  With each pull of his mouth, Amelia’s sex spasmed in helpless pleasure.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Egilka said, “Clajak, fortunately I know there is more to you than drinking and fucking.  That exclusive contract with the Grynaryt must have been a bitch to wrangle. The trade negotiations with the Adraf you carried out before coming here were quite a coup.  Merchants are proclaiming you a hero at the cut in duty fees they’ll have to pay.”
                Clajak’s devilish grin returned. “That escapade was entirely too respectable.  Now I must destroy my people’s goodwill with ribald debauchery lest they expect more wonderful things from me.”
                Egilka rolled his eyes. While members of the Royal Council often made pointed remarks about Clajak’s excesses, there was no doubt Kalquorians adored their crown prince. Clajak was decent enough to represent the Empire well in trade agreements and wild enough to keep the population entertained. Kalquorians loved to hear of his various exploits.
                Egilka told him, “I’ve had enough excitement to last me for a little while.  Once we get home and your parents are content with me getting you there and we have made them happy by giving them their clanning ceremony, do whatever you please.”

Releasing mid-December 2015

Friday, May 8, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown (WIP, M/M)

                Egilka wrapped his hand around the primary member, his grip tight. Clajak moaned in want, pushing hard into the firm circle of palm and fingers. Then he saw what was in the Imdiko’s other hand. He tried to wrench free, but his ass would shove only so far into the mat beneath him.
                “Oh please no,” Clajak begged as Egilka inserted his needy cock into the tight black circle of the ring. The Imdiko ignored him as he snugged it tight to the base of his stave. The cockring constricted Clajak, keeping him hard and ready ... and unable to ejaculate.
                Clajak wailed in irritation. “You bastard! A cockring is worse than being switched.”
                Egilka’s chuckle filled with evil. “That’s only the start of your troubles, my prince.”
                He next held up a sizeable dildo. Clajak hissed to see the way it curved near the tip, with a raised ridge. It had been made to rub a man’s prostate, guaranteeing extra excitement. It would be a luscious, poisonous hell for someone who couldn’t climax.
                Clajak jerked on his bonds again as Egilka lubed the awful thing up. “The ring is already a nasty punishment. Plus the switch. You’re going too far, you sadist. Can’t we talk about this?”
                “No.” Egilka lowered the dripping dildo down, bringing it between Clajak’s spread thighs, beneath his secondary cock. The tip nudged his asshole. “I take it you’ve kept this stretched during your little escape here? Poor you if you haven’t.”
                As a matter of fact, Clajak had. He enjoyed anal play, giving and receiving. But only if he was on top. Only if he was in charge.
                The dildo, tapered just like a Kalquorian cock, slipped inside Clajak’s ass. Sensual heat blazed in his secondary dick, filling it full and slipping towards the larger primary. The cockring let in the molten pleasure. It would not let it back out, however. Clajak groaned as he felt need swell thick inside the cock.
                “That’s it,” Egilka whispered, his lips wet as he stuffed Clajak’s ass full of exciting girth. “Take it, my beautiful prince.”
                Clajak’s passage opened to the insistent length, welcoming the implacable intrusion. He shouted when the curved ridge slid against his interior hotspot, setting off a heavy thunderclap of ecstasy. His back bowed as insistent fire burned its way into his pricks.
                Egilka moaned as if it was he being tormented. He bent down to bestow an open-mouthed kiss to Clajak’s livid pricks. The sensation of that raw silk tongue on him made the Dramok cry out again.
                The prince watched with lust-blurred eyes as Egilka stood up. The Imdiko’s hand went to the resealable seam at his pants’ crotch. It already showed signs of parting under the strain of his erections. Egilka finished the job, opening the seam to let his cocks tumble out.

Releasing December 2015