Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Diltan poured them all another round of bohut, which he was glad Tasha liked to drink. He felt this initial appointment with Tasha was going well. The slight sense of boredom he felt he thought best to chalk up to the painful necessity of getting to know someone for the first time.
She certainly had good breeding written all over her. Quiet and polite, she was as well-mannered as Diltan could hope for in a potential mate. Tasha was nothing like her too-bold sister, thank the ancestors.
Once more Diltan was forced to wonder how two women, raised side by side since birth, could be so monumentally different. He also wondered how outrageously Cissy would have behaved had it been her they’d brought to the restaurant. What would she have replaced that scandalous little soaksuit with for a night out?
Every time Diltan saw Cissy, she was wearing something utterly inappropriate. First had been the casual and mannish outfit she’d come to Kalquor in. Then all that flesh this evening!
But he couldn’t think about that, not when remembering all that luscious flesh got him as hard as a hormonally-charged youngling. That Cissy had such an effect on him irritated Diltan to no end.
So she’s wonderful to look at. What of it? Doesn’t that mean Tasha will be every bit as enticing when she isn’t covered so modestly? This is the perfect one; the one who looks so classy in public and hopefully erotic in private.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, Diltan simply couldn’t imagine Tasha naked. Every time he tried, he saw Cissy in that soaksuit with that handprint on her smooth flank and ball-cutting smile on her face.
Diltan was sure Tasha was witty and strong in her own right. She had to be ... surely all that liveliness Cissy exhibited had to be present in Tasha as well. Right?
Yet his date didn’t strike him as particularly daring. There was more than just a hint of caution to Tasha, almost as if she’d erected some invisible barrier between herself and Diltan’s clan. She might have the same face as Cissy, but Diltan couldn’t visualize her with any of her sister’s exuberance or daring.
Diltan mentally shook his head at himself. What did it matter if Tasha was so proper? That was what he wanted anyway. He did not want to clan an outrageous Matara who was going to balk him at every turn. Certainly he did not want a lifemate who threatened to rip his dicks off.
Tentatively scheduled for release in February.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
Egilka kissed her with slow tenderness, as if savoring a fine wine. As his lips moved over hers, Jessica’s lower body tightened in anticipation. His hands cupped the back of her head. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the hard muscles of his back. She traced the line of his spine with her fingertips as his hands drifted down her neck, shoulders, and back. His touch slid over the roundness of her buttocks and pulled her even closer to himself.
Egilka’s tongue slipped into her mouth. He savored her so thoroughly she was left gasping. She’d never expected gentleness from one of his kind.
Egilka stepped back and tugged at her blouse, untucking it from her skirt. Jessica raised her arms over her head, and he lifted the fabric from her. She shivered, the brisk air chilling her.
“I’ll warm you, little sweet,” his voice soothed.
Jessica sensed movement in the dark, heard small sounds as he undressed. His arms came around her to wrap her in his embrace, and she snuggled into the heat of his bare skin. His penises were hard against their bellies, sandwiched between their bodies.
Egilka returned to sipping kisses from her lips while his hands busied themselves with her bra clasp. He set her breasts free, and the soft mounds flattened against the steel of his chest.
Jessica’s hands roamed everywhere she could reach, seeking to devour him with touch alone. Egilka’s body was a delight, his hot skin smooth and corded with ropey muscle. She couldn’t get enough of feeling his hard body against hers.
He kissed his way from her lips down her chin and throat. He paused to lick the hollow between her collarbones, where her pulse thumped hard. He continued down until he buried his face between her breasts. He stayed there for a moment, rubbing his face against her softest flesh.
Egilka took one nipple between his lips and stroked his tongue over the erect button. The light touch sent a violent spasm through Jessica’s body, and she jerked in response. The Imdiko prince chuckled and held her tighter still. He continued his slow tasting, letting his tongue run over her areola before engulfing the eager flesh in his mouth.
He suckled with excruciating slowness, leaving Jessica moaning low in her throat. Her sex pumped honey to soak her panties, and her scent rose in the night air. Egilka growled but continued to maul her in the same methodical fashion.
Only when he’d experienced the one breast to his complete satisfaction did he move to the other. Once more, he took his time, as if he’d never know the softness of a woman again. He was like a condemned man and Jessica was his last meal.
As he fed at her breast, Jessica buried her hands in his bound hair, running her fingers against his scalp. Unlike the smooth, sleek feel of his clanmates’ hair, Egilka’s was coarse, snarling around her fingers as if intent on capturing her. His hair was as rough as his hands and mouth were gentle. She closed her hands around his skull and pulled him closer, mashing his face against her chest. He responded by sucking her pliant breast deep into his mouth. Jessica’s head fell back, and she sighed her pleasure to the three moons hanging over the trees.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Being in the company of this lovely was a chance that could not be allowed to pass them by. Yet Rolat’s thoughts kept roaming to the lookalike sister, the one who had actually threatened to turn the Nobek and his clanmates into women if they didn’t treat Tasha with respect. Remembering that almost made Rolat laugh out loud right there and then. He contained his amusement with great difficulty.
If only Tasha would show more of that spirit instead of the quiet politeness she’d worn all evening! Rolat wanted to wonder if his dinner companion would be exciting in bed ... but instead, he wondered that about Cissy. By the ancestors, he could already imagine her naked after seeing her in that barely-there soaksuit. The fantasy of that body beneath his, perhaps struggling against him in an effort to be on top ... his mouth went dry and his cocks swelled. Rolat was quite sure Cissy might try to fight him for superior position. The thrill of gaining the surrender of such a woman was simply too enticing to dismiss easily. Pinning Cissy down, her bountiful breasts heaving with effort, her eyes wide as she realized she had no choice but to be dominated by him—
Diltan’s none-too-gentle kick to his ankle beneath the table brought Rolat out of his fantasy. The Nobek was abruptly aware that his Dramok, Wal, and Tasha were all looking at him. Tasha’s smile was expectant, not that challenging smirk Cissy had worn. She must have asked him one of her many questions, he thought.
Rolat cleared his throat, his face heating with embarrassment. “Please excuse me, Matara. I’m afraid Wal bored me to the point that I tuned out. I’ve heard all his stories, you see.”
The Imdiko scowled at him. “That’s right, Rolat. Show her what a jerk you are.”
The Nobek gave Wal a slow wink to placate his sensitive clanmate. Wal snorted, but the crease between his brows eased, letting Rolat know the slight was forgiven.
Rolat couldn’t resist teasing just a little. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not half as boring as Diltan.”
“Yes, I know. No one is.” Wal’s smile was full of devilish delight as he joined in on the fun. The chance to dig at their Dramok was never one to be resisted by the Imdiko.
Tentatively scheduled for release February 2015
Monday, December 8, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Shalia’s Diary – This month we learn Betra’s naughty secret and the gals turn the tables and stalk the ghost. Exorcism, anyone?
Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave –The new edition is out, but I didn’t make a big deal out of announcing it because there were next to no changes outside of the cover art. Don’t buy it if you’ve already got it. All of the Clans of Kalquor books are now back in my sole possession. I now own all the rights. At this point, only one of the Netherworld books remains with the original publisher right now. Speaking of which...
Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 – Brandilynn’s undercover operation with a sexy wolf shifter and biker gang didn’t need heavy revisions at all. There will be no big changes to the story when rights return to me at the beginning of February...except that I can finally get rid of that awful cover art. I look forward to Erin saving me on this one!
Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions – I am at the halfway point in the first draft. I’m writing like a fiend, but I will be taking time off for Christmas and New Year’s to celebrate with family. I still hope to have this book out by the end of February, but again – NO PROMISES. This story is huge, and it keeps throwing me curve balls. There is big trouble threatening the whole Empire while a certain bratty Earther locks horns (and other things) with a powerful clan.
I hope you all have an amazing and miraculous holiday season. Lots of love!
Friday, December 5, 2014
Flencik lowered Amelia onto the lounger. His mouth descended to suck on one sweatshirt-covered nipple, sending warm sparkles through her. The heat of his mouth seemed to lick throughout her entire body, and he worked the stiffening tip with enthusiasm, making Amelia squirm beneath the luscious attack.
As he moved his voracious maw to her other breast, she felt the trickle of her sex coming alive, as if it sent her melting insides down her thighs. “Anything,” she whispered, unaware she’d spoken aloud.
She shivered as the Imdiko nipped at her breast with bared teeth. The sting only fed her swelling arousal. Amelia raised her arms in unspoken surrender, wanting more of the sweet pain-pleasure. Flencik obliged her by pulling her shirt off to nuzzle at the soft mounds of flesh. He suckled hard as if he’d devour them whole. Amelia moaned as he feasted.
The massive alien moved farther down, kissing the soft flesh of her belly, licking the cup of her navel with his cat-scratchy tongue. She sighed and giggled, at once turned on and tickled by his touches. The laughter ended as his mouth latched onto the fabric over her crotch. He ran his tongue over the seam of her sweatpants, teasing the swollen bud that ached to be naked to his attention.
“Wet,” Flencik grunted, looking up at her face with half-lidded eyes. “I wish taste to you deeply. You need to me satisfy you.”
Oh yes, how she desired his mouth on bare, eager flesh. “Please Flencik,” she moaned, forgetting right or wrong. There was no judgment, no guilt for misdeeds. Amelia only needed him the way he so obviously wanted her to.
The Imdiko’s smile turned almost cruel, and he stood. His fingertips curled into the waistbands of her pants and panties. He peeled them off her in one sweeping movement.
Flencik looked down at her, his broad chest moving with deep breaths. Amelia lay still on the lounger, silently offering him her defenseless body. His darkening eyes raked over her as he pulled his clothing off. His two penises stood revealed, rigid and glistening with lubrication. She ached to take him in her mouth, to fill her senses with his spicy-sweet flavor.
“Anything?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“Anything.” Amelia’s heart pounded. The offer she made scared her, but at the same time she was excited to gift him with whatever he desired.
Flencik grasped her ankles, pulling them apart, and kneeled between her spread thighs. His head darted down with the speed of a striking rattlesnake, and he drank from her sex with her legs draped over his shoulders.
The feeling of the Imdiko’s avid mouth closing over her clitoris made Amelia’s back arch in reaction. Dear heaven, the elation! A burst of the purest pleasure shot from the tiny nub to fill her belly with molten ecstasy. A tiny cry flew from her lips. He sucked on the pink button, sending a violent shockwave throughout her body. Amelia arched harder than ever, as if she could fold herself backwards. Flencik’s tormenting left her helpless against the bucking of her pelvis. Her breath sobbed through her parted lips as he fed from her womanhood. His tongue probed, flicking in and out of her, stopping now and then to suck at her freely flowing moisture. Then he battered her swollen clitoris with his wicked tongue again. She gasped and moaned and cried out at the varying intensity of the contact. Her stomach tumbled and churned with roiling passion that stole her very breath.
Amelia’s orgasm was rushing upon her when Flencik’s mouth left her pussy. She whimpered in need, her hips thrusting shamelessly at his retreating face. She needed to come.
The Kalquorian’s cruel smile returned. “We go now slow.”
Amelia wailed. The release had been so close and Flencik had denied her. She reached for him, and he swatted her hands away as if flicking a fly. “Obey, Amelia. I command you. Be obedient for to your pleasure come.”
His face drifted towards her sex again, so she made herself quiet, enjoying the rush of anticipation.