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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions



                Cissy felt vaguely uncomfortable as she came into Tasha’s greeting room, and not because she thought she’d stumble upon her sister being wild ... at least, not on their first night in their new home. Cissy had dressed for that night’s dinner. Being ‘all dolled up’ as she called it, felt funny to her. Tonight, she looked almost sedate as Tasha tended to appear.
                The light blue slacks she’d bought that afternoon, while cut to flatter her rounded hips, didn’t bind. The fabric was light and airy. The blouse, patterned with matching light blue, gold, and white, simultaneously embraced her curves while giving the impression of modesty. Cissy had to admit she looked pretty good in the ensemble, especially with the strappy gold sandals and her hair falling in waves to her shoulders.
                She also looked too respectable for her own liking. Cissy had bought wilder outfits during her shopping spree, clothing that told the universe exactly how happy she was to shed the restrictions Earth had once imposed on its women. However, this was her first night out on Kalquor, so she thought she’d behave ... just this once.
                She found her twin sitting at the low table in her greeting room, tapping away at the computer keyboard she and Cissy had bought together. Thus far the machine only responded to Kalquorian speech, and though Tasha had mastered the written form of the language, she struggled with speaking it. It was easier for her to type her commands since she refused to install the crutch of English interpretation software.
                As always, Tasha was perfectly lovely. Her hair was caught up in an bun with artful bits straggling loose to frame her made-up face. Her blouse and skirt matched in a blushing pink that made her skin appear glowing despite the paleness that came from months of space travel. Plus she looked completely at ease in her sedate clothing, while Cissy felt as prickly as a cactus. It was hard not to be jealous.
                Trying to embrace the Tasha-look she sported, Cissy twirled in front of her sister. “Here I am, ready to not embarrass everyone for a change.”
                Tasha applauded her with a grin. “You actually appear respectable.  No one will be able to tell us apart.”
                Cissy snorted her disbelief on that notion. She flopped down on the seating cushion across the table from her sister, doing it in the most unladylike fashion she could manage. She snickered as Tasha shook her head.
                “There. Now there can be no mistaking who I am.”
                “Only if you spend the evening tossing yourself onto the ground like a landed fish.”

No release date set.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Alien Interludes: Michaela’s Child (M/I/M/M)






Korkla’s tongue rolled around in her mouth, touching every minute surface as if to claim it all.  His hand cupped one breast, rubbing and pinching the distended nipple, sending ticklish sensation shivering down to her nether parts.  Govi licked the few drops of blood clean from his bite and moved down to tease her other nipple with his wicked, raspy tongue.  His fingertips brushed lightly over her belly, turning her skin to gooseflesh.

Raxstad had gone right for the most needful flesh, a Nobek zeroing in on the vulnerable parts of his target.  One hand wrapped tightly around her cock, rubbing the aching member up and down, pausing to squeeze gently at the base.  His mouth worked her equally engorged clit, sucking hard to pull it into his maw for his tongue to whip across the tip.  After wetting all the fingers of his other hand in her flowing juices, he plunged two each into her pussy and anus.  Raxstad’s fingers were thick, and Michaela’s neglected openings ached from their plunging hard into her.  The discomfort quickly morphed into pleasure however, and she reveled in being touched so intimately at long last.

As pleasure trampled through her, Michaela tore away from Korkla’s kiss to gasp, “Wait … too much … can’t last …”

Her Dramok’s determined growl ratcheted up her body’s eager stampede towards lost control.  “You will be pleasured many times tonight, my love.  Come as often and as quickly as you will.”

Raxstad’s hands moved faster, his mouth clutched more determinedly than ever on her clit.   Michaela’s insides coiled tight around the beautiful pressure building to bursting.  Her cries grew more frantic even as Korkla muffled them with his greedy mouth.  Her scrotum drew in tight, tighter to her body, nearing explosion as her womb seemed to twist itself inside out.  It was glorious, but it was torture, and she clawed at her mates as she fought to escape the too-intense rapture.

Climax wrenched free, spilling wet warmth over Raxstad’s hands.  Michaela’s overwrought body bent backwards so hard several vertebrae popped in succession.  Orgasm ripped through her, tearing her asunder with heat and convulsions and anguished ecstasy.

She screamed her throat raw into Korkla’s mouth, her feet beating a fierce tattoo against the bed and Raxstad’s back.  Michaela bucked in a frenzy at every starburst of passion.  Even after her masculine expulsions ended, her pussy continued to spasm around Raxstad’s driving fingers.  Govi had rendered her breasts so swollen and sensitive that the slightest nip drove her over the edge once more.  Her being centered on their mouths and hands on her body, driving her headlong into crushing sensation over and over.

Finally they let up a little, and the storm ebbed enough for her to catch her breath.  “That will do for a start,” Govi opined.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela



Michaela moaned as Govi’s tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her with passion.  Hands moved all over her body, the men responding to her sudden ardor.  Why they responded, she couldn’t imagine.  By now, they should have realized she was not what they wanted.  Yet as their touches grew more demanding, fingers plucking at her nipples, palms rubbing against her filling cock and warming pussy, hands clutching her buttocks, passion eclipsed her worries.  It was enough that they wanted her right now.  It was more than enough; it was all that mattered.  Michaela had decided she would give the three men anything if they would have her. 

When Govi abruptly pushed away, it shocked Michaela.  Even more stunning were the words that came from the handsome Imdiko’s mouth.  “I think it’s time we say good night.”

Raxstad actually growled at him, his expression thunderous.  It was his big bear paw rubbing so excitingly against Michaela’s crotch, and for one breathless moment, she thought he would dismiss his clanmate’s statement.  However, the Nobek pulled away, releasing Michaela and jumping to his feet.  

Korkla sighed and also let Michaela go, leaving her tingling breasts feeling lonely without his touch.  He also stood and stepped back, out of reach.

Michaela looked around at the men, confused and more than a little frustrated by the sudden cessation of carnal pleasure.  “But – damn it, do you want me or not?”

Raxstad patted his livid groin, the stretchy material of his formsuit displaying an immense erection.  “I think the answer is rather obvious.”

Govi blew out a breath and tried to smile at her.  “The trouble is, you’re not sure yet, Michaela.  One moment you’re completely in the moment, the next you pull back.  You’re not ready, little one.  We excite you, which is good, but you’re still too frightened for us to test your trauma.”

Michaela tried to figure out how to convince Govi to manhandle her some more.  Anger flared when she couldn’t.  She had the urge to punch him right in his pretty face so she wouldn’t want him so much.

Scowling at him for all she was worth, she said, “I’m not frightened right now.  I’m more than ready to move along with this.”

“I don’t think you are.  You need more time to think this through.”

The old doubts assaulted Michaela.  “Maybe it’s you who needs to think about it.  Maybe you’re the ones who don’t know if I excite or scare you.  I think you’d better figure it out soon though.  Shit or get off the pot, already.”

The three men blinked, their confusion apparent.  Govi asked hesitantly, “You want us to – to defecate?”

“That’s a bit much for me,” Raxstad muttered.  “That is definitely something I don’t find arousing.”

If her cock hadn’t been so hard and hurting, Michaela would have bellowed laughter at their misunderstanding of Earther slang.  Instead, she was getting madder by the moment.

“It means stop teasing and toying with me!  Fuck me if you’re going to, or stop getting me excited!”

Korkla looked at her crotch and winced.  “I’m sorry, little girl.  We shouldn’t have gotten you so aroused.  It’s not fair to you.”

Govi moved close and stroked her curls.  “This is my fault, and I beg your forgiveness.  I still say we have to take this slowly.  You can be assured that we do want you.”

Raxstad glowered at the Imdiko.  “Some might say desperately.”

Govi sighed.  “I agree.  However Michaela, you still despise yourself to the point where you’re not ready to believe we do want you.  This is not something to be rushed.”

Michaela glared at him, still not quite believing they would refuse to have sex if they really wanted her.  Govi stared back steadily, his expression filled with regret.

She supposed that if he was really rejecting her for fear of damaging her psychologically, she should be touched by his concern.  Yet for all Michaela knew, Govi was repulsed despite the cinnamon smell that came off him and his clanmates in almost chokingly thick waves. 

One thing was for sure.  Govi was not going to relent, and Korkla and Raxstad were letting him run the show.  Michaela pushed past the Imdiko, getting away from the three men.  She jerked her head towards the door.

“I think you should go now.”

Korkla sucked in a breath.  “I’d rather not leave you angry with us, little one.”

“Too fucking late.  Go.  Get out.  I want to be alone.”

She folded her arms over her breasts and turned away.  Even with her back to them, she could sense the three Kalquorians looking at each other.  She could feel their emotional distress as if it was her own.

Good.  She wanted them to be upset.  They deserved to be.

No release date set.

Friday, July 18, 2014

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




At last his own need, curled tight and flushed against his belly, ended that round of torment.  Tristan’s fingers pulled free of my sheath.  His thumb continued to draw lazy circles around my clit as he sucked the honey he’d gathered from his thick digits.  He sighed with pleasure.

“Tasting good as always, little lady.”

I felt so empty without him.  Incomplete.  I poured emotion into my eyes, begging him to fill me again.  I wanted his long, thick cock with a desperation that made me cry anew.

“Poor girl.  My Brandilynn needs to come, doesn’t she?”  Tristan smiled sympathetically.  “In a little while.  You’ve been a good girl so far.  Just a little longer now.”

I warmed at his praise.  He knew how hard I’d tried.  He was pleased.  Now if he’d just shove his sex into mine…

I was so happy as he crawled forward to crouch over me.  Yes.  I was eager for him to screw me silly, but I had to keep still, keep quiet.  I wasn’t going to ruin this when I was so close to getting what I needed.

Tristan pressed gentle kisses all over my face.  He rubbed my nipples, still trapped in the clamps, to make me stiffen with reaction.  He chuckled indulgently and rubbed harder for a moment.   Then his hand traveled down, moving between us to grasp himself and position for entrance.

A thrill shivered down my spine to feel the hard heat of him part my nether lips.  Then he was slowly pressing in, filling me with his length.  The gradual possession was as tormenting as the feeling of his fingers driving quick into me.  I was crying again with the need to be taken with strength, to be drummed against until I came, allowing me to release all the pent-up exhilaration that almost hurt with its intensity.

But Tristan was determined to make me wait, to keep me excruciatingly aware of who was boss in the bedroom.  If you’ve never had a man who looked at you with a confusing combination of love and ruthlessness, then I can’t explain the stomach-churning emotion I was feeling right then.  And I kept my place as the obedient submissive, accepting what my master deemed I may have.

But gosh, how I wanted more.

He slid into the body I had given him, his possession until our lovemaking was through.  I lay there quietly, trembling, crying with need as he crept further and further in.  I wanted to groan with relief when he finally reached the end, our bodies at last pressed as close together as they were allowed.   The pleasurable pressure of his cock greeting my cervix had me bright with impending climax once more, and a slow convulsion waxed and waned in my pussy.  Tristan’s eyebrows lifted.

“You will wait for my permission, sub,” he warned, his voice cold.  A hard palm smacked the side of one breast, which only got me hotter.  But I made myself go utterly still.  Control, I coached silently.  Control it.

Tristan propped himself up on his hands, like he was about to do pushups over me.  He looked down, down to where our bodies became one.  He began to draw himself out, watching as he emerged shiny wet with my juices.

He took me slowly, watching his cock spear my pussy over and over.  I watched too, loving how he stabbed in and out, taking me so completely, possessing me as a man was made to possess a woman.