Friday, May 31, 2013

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge

The feeling of Ospar’s hand cupping her mound and gently rubbing along her slit shut Iris’ brain off immediately.  The assured touch, moving the soaked crotch of her panties all over her sensitive parts, made everything spasm hard, stealing her breath.  She arched hard into his grip.

“There we go, sweet Iris,” he breathed, watching her with dark, dark eyes.  “Very nice, little one.”

She moaned, her gut suddenly heavy with demand.  Ospar bent lower until his mouth met hers.  His tongue slid across her lips, and she opened for his kiss.  His tongue plunged in to stroke hers, tasting of feral male and blatant desire.

Iris knew no conscious thoughts as the searing kiss burned a fiery path from her mouth down to her pussy.  Her hips writhed to get more of that delicious contact with Ospar’s hand.  Her feet climbed up to the surface of the bed, bracing against it so she could move harder against the Dramok’s touch.  Her hands moved all over him, feeding on the granite muscles that covered his body.

He ended the kiss, his mouth traveling down.  Teeth scraped her chin and she raised it, baring her throat to the heated feeling of dominating male.  A soft sound trickled from Ospar’s throat, something between a purr and a growl.  He bit softly down the column of her throat, never hurting Iris, simply letting her feel the restrained power of his ability to do as he wished with her.  His tongue dove into the hollow of her throat, tasting her.

The hand not delighting her lower parts grasped the cup of her bra.  Ospar bared one breast, kissing his way down to the soft curve.  Iris’ nipple was already tight with excitement, pointing stiffly with unabashed desire.  The Kalquorian sighed softly at the sight of  the rosy tip.  His tongue flicked it hard.

Iris cried out and arched against him once more.  The brief lick somehow felt as if it had landed directly on her clit instead.

“So sensitive,” someone said.  Iris wasn’t sure who the voice belonged to.  All she knew was the rioting insistence of her flesh and how wondrous it felt to have a man touching her again after all this time.

Ospar licked her nipple again, slow languorous tastings, like a little boy with an ice cream cone.  The rough silk of his tongue galvanized Iris, sending her entire body into a paroxysm of desire.   Meanwhile, he tugged the crotch of her panties to one side, baring her secret flesh for exploration. 
The calloused pads of his fingertips traced her folds.  Iris made a choked sound as a shard of bright rapture stabbed into her belly.  The questing fingers investigated every crevice, smearing her juices all over.

Ospar sucked her breast deep into his mouth.  At the same time, his thumb brushed her clitoris.  A shock of brightness appeared for an instant, nearly blinding her before the touch moved away.  Her strangled cry seemed to echo.

“Poor girl,” a voice like muted thunder murmured.  “She very nearly climaxed, I think.”

“Too much need,” a silkier voice answered.  “We will have to take great care of her.”

Iris jerked, desperate to get that elusive touch back on her clit, to release the phenomenal pressure building in her loins.  She made a guttural, pleading sound to the man now baring her other breast.

His gaze was knowing as he licked the second, erect nipple.  “I know, sweetling.  A little preparation, and you’ll have all the pleasure you want.”

Something settled against the entrance to her pussy.  Iris spread her legs a little, inviting it in, needing it to take away some of that awful need.

The thick finger pressed in.  Eased by the fluids flowing from her, it slipped easily into her.  Iris warbled a welcome, delighted to be filled if even just a little.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

WIP Wednesday – Nuns of Europa: Sister Katherine

Simdow entered the colony’s dining room.  His eyes widened to see the women clustered together in tight knots.

He’d seen females, of course.  The barren Matara who had unofficially adopted him as her own had been the sole example of women of his own species, but there had been plenty of the feminine gender to be had on Dantovonian brothels.  All alien species except Kalquorian and Earther had been available for myriad carnal delights.  Yet these women he looked at now were so similar to his own race.  Shorter, smaller, of many differing colors, but still remarkably like him.

His gaze swept over the dozens of frightened faces turned to him, but he couldn’t seem to locate the pretty blonde Vadef had sent him a picture of.  He did see Miv watching him.  His Nobek’s face showed unmistakable relief, his tight jaw easing as he nodded to his clan leader.

With Vadef at his side, Simdow walked over to Miv.  The other guards he passed issued slight bows as he passed, acknowledging his rank.  He gave brief nods in return.

He looked up at Miv, who stood a good five inches taller than himself.  “My Nobek.  It seems you have the best duty of them all, guarding these pretties.”

Simdow’s address to him as a clanmate rather than a lower-ranking crewmember allowed Miv to respond informally.  The Nobek grimaced.  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”  

The Dramok cocked his head.  He rarely saw Miv look upset.  The expression on his face was fierce, as usual, but there was definitely unhappiness in his eyes and the tight set of his mouth.

Restraining the urge to put a comforting hand on Miv’s shoulder, Simdow asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

“They’re frightened, my Dramok.  They cry.  They call us monsters.”

Vadef’s face paled.  “But it’s been explained they’ll be taken care of, hasn’t it?  That we won’t hurt them?”

Miv snapped a sharp nod.  “As best we can manage, but they don’t wish to hear it.”

Simdow’s excitement faded quickly.  “They are prisoners who are being taken from the lives they know.  We should have expected this.”  He could have punched his own head.

Vadef bit his lip.  “Oh no.  What of the one we’ve chosen?  Kather-Ine?”

Miv blinked.  “She said her name was Sisterkatherine.”

“Katherine.  Like you said, Simdow.”  Vadef hurried to explain.  “‘Sister’ is her rank, my Nobek.  She’s a kind of religious leader among the women, if I understand it correctly.  Third in command.  The one called Mother Superior is the ultimate authority at this colony.” 


Simdow was more interested in Miv’s earlier statement.  “She spoke to you?  You’ve talked to her directly?”

Miv nodded.  “She has many questions.  I don’t know how to make her understand she’s safe with us.”  He blew out a frustrated breath.  “I’ve left her alone since she first approached me, because I’m afraid I can’t explain the situation well enough to make her feel better.  I’m sorry, my Dramok.”

Simdow gave him a half-smile.  “You’ve done fine.  There’s probably very little anyone could say to any of them to ease their fears right now.  Who’s in charge here?”

Miv nodded to a Nobek lieutenant who stood a few feet away.  The other man watched them and nodded respect at Simdow’s notice.

He said, “I’ve already received word Nobek Miv is off duty upon your arrival to attend his Matara, Commander.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”  Simdow turned back to his clanmates.  “Well, my Nobek and Imdiko, let’s see what we can do to give Matara Katherine a sense of relief.  Miv, which one—?”

“She’s in the center of that group.”  Miv nodded at the largest cluster of white-gowned women who stared and whispered in fearful voices as they realized they were the center of the trio’s attention.

At last Simdow saw her.  That tiny face surrounded by foaming golden curls was just as afraid as the rest, but unlike those surrounding her, Katherine displayed determination.  A sense of fight.  By the ancestors, she was magnificent, and Simdow swallowed.  Was this beauty really to be his?

Releasing July 2013

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Sunday’s Serving – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged (WIP)

Elisa activated it so that a window in the containment field opened just enough for her to slide the covered plates of food into the cell one at a time.  She clipped the disruptor onto her belt and pushed the first tray through the opening.

As always, Nobek Oret stepped forward to take the food from her.  “Good day, Matara Elisa,” he said in a low, growly voice that might have come from the mouth of a wolf capable of speech.

He must have known how intimidating he looked, because he came just close enough to the containment barrier to stretch one long arm out and accept the plate she offered.  Oret was younger than Zemos by one year and his long curly hair retained all of its blue-black color without the slightest sign of gray.  Yet he looked harder and more careworn than his Dramok.  Elisa could never call such a creature ‘cute’, indeed she did not think him precisely handsome either.  However, his feral face with its stark features and intense demeanor was riveting.  As long as one appreciated the perfection of creatures such as sharks or rearing cobras, such a person might deem Oret a beautiful predator.

If Zemos’ body was chiseled, then Oret’s had been carved, sculpted, and polished within an inch of its life.  Veins stood out on his arms, exposed by the sleeveless formsuit he wore.  He looked capable of breaking steel beams in half with nothing but brute force.  His skintight uniform left nothing unimagined.

Oret was fearsomeness personified.  Yet, like a mouse hypnotized by the stare of a deadly cobra, Elisa found him riveting as well.  She was drawn to this walking, talking icon of destruction.

Release date not set.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Sex Trivia

The word “clitoris” is Greek for “divine and goddess like.” The clitoris is present only in female mammals. It is actually approximately 4 inches long, with 3/4 of the clitoris extending inside a female’s body. (The so-called ‘G’ spot)

For most men, the left testicle hangs lower—but in some men, most commonly left-handed men, the right one hangs lower.

Married people are more likely to masturbate than people living alone, according to the National Health and Social Life Survey (NHSLS).

The condom is said to be named after the Earl of Condom, a British physician at the court of Charles II who was asked by the king to design him something to keep him from developing syphilis. The oiled sheep intestine was a big hit.

The average number of times a healthy male will ejaculate in a lifetime is 7,200. Of this number, approximately 2,000 times will result from masturbation.

Leonardo da Vinci discovered that blood filled an erect penis—not air, as had been previously believed.

President Lyndon B. Johnson referred to his penis as 'Jumbo'.

Approximately 80 cases have been reported in medical literature of men born with two penises. A diphallus can present as either one organ that separates into two or as two distinct organs. The penises can be side by side, on top of each other, or in separate locations. Most men with diphallus are sterile.

When men of Australia’s Walibri tribe greet each other, they shake penises instead of hands.

To maximize oral sex, it is worth paying attention to what food you eat. Foods such as kiwi, celery, and pineapple can make genital secretion sweet. Dairy products, meat, and alcohol are generally thought to worsen the taste.

Upper Paleolithic art dating back 30,000 years depicts people using dildos to pleasure themselves and others. That means mankind invented sex toys long before the wheel.

The average man has 11 erections per day and 9 erections a night.

Contrary to popular opinion, the word “fuck” is not an acronym for the phrase “Fornication Under Command of the King.” It is a very old word that is hard to trace because the editors of the initial Oxford English Dictionary considered the word taboo in 1893. It may have a Scandinavian origin, similar to the Norwegian word fukka, meaning to “copulate,” or the Swedish foka, meaning “to copulate, strike, push,” or fock, meaning "penis".

The US has more laws governing sexual behavior than every country in Europe combined.

It was considered elegant for aristocratic ladies of the 16th century to let their pubic hair grow as long as possible so it could be pomaded and adorned with bows and ribbon.

In Guam it’s forbidden for female virgins to marry. For this reason, some men travel the countryside deflowering virgins as a full-time job.

The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television was Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

Dr. Kellogg introduced Kellogg's Corn Flakes in hopes that it would reduce masturbation.

25% of heterosexual Americans have engaged in anal sex.

The average time that a man lasts after penetration is two minutes.

Most Female Orgasms on record: 134 in one hour for a woman.

About 50% of women have one breast that is larger than the other.

The earth could be re-populated to its current level using the number of sperm that could fit into an aspirin capsule.

A chicken egg could accommodate the number of female ova necessary to repopulate the earth to its present numbers.

Almost a third of all women over 80 years of age still have sex with their spouse or boyfriend.

Women consider penis size the ninth most important feature for a man, while men rate it much more highly, in third place.

A penis can shoot semen anywhere from 12 to 24 inches.

Australians are the most receptive to the idea of having a threesome – 28% of them claim to have tried it. 

For up to 70% of women, simultaneous direct stimulation of the clitoris during intercourse is essential for them to reach orgasm.