Friday, November 28, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions (WIP)

                With no warning, Diltan pressed two fingers inside Cissy. His thumb brushed her clit. Her body resounded, like a gong that had been struck. She arched with cry as he filled her. At the same time, she slammed her splayed hands against his chest, trying to fend him off. It was too much sensation, bringing her right up to the edge of destruction.
                “Hold her,” the Dramok commanded.
                Wal’s arms circled Cissy from behind, pinning her to his chest. Rolat grabbed her wrists and easily held them, stopping her desperate shoves against Diltan.
                The clan’s leader pushed Cissy’s skirt up, exposing her mound. “There you are,” he breathed, his mouth curling in a happy smile. “What a lovely pussy, Matara. And a greedy one, too. I do believe she’s trying to yank my fingers off my hand.”
                “Careful, my Dramok,” Rolat chuckled.
                Diltan arched a brow at the gasping Cissy. “Now my rebellious beauty, if you take my fingers away I won’t be able to do this to you.”
                The two digits buried inside her curled. Diltan pulled them outward, dragging his fingertips hard along the front of her sheath. The friction was an electrical jolt to Cissy’s system. Her hair fairly stood on end as a shockwave rumbled through her body.
                She uttered a strangled cry, her insides heaving with near-cataclysm. Just like that, Diltan had her on the verge of orgasm again.
                Wal’s voice teased her ear. “She’s a wild one, all right.”
                “Indeed,” Diltan agreed. “I think there is only one way to tame a woman like this. Positive reinforcement.”
                With that, he pumped her pussy with those wicked fingers. His thumb stroked her clit.
                With the second thrust into her sheath, Cissy detonated. Her head jerked back against Wal’s shoulder as a mighty force broke loose inside her guts. She screamed as that force heaved, as if it was a physical entity fighting to escape her body.
                “Good girl. Do you have another for me?”
                The brute teasing the monster inside her continued to fuck her, his fingers pounding hard against her, just the way she liked to be taken. The ravening desire drew in on itself for a moment before tearing through her once more. Cissy bucked against the men holding her, wild with release. They held her immobile, forcing her to accept climax so intense that it was almost painful.

No release date set.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                How could Cissy be truly related to Empress Jessica or her sister Lindsey? With that mouth, she was more suited to running a brothel!
                I am so glad we are courting the other girl. This one is simply too brazen. If I had to take such an outspoken woman to an official function where diplomacy is needed...
                Diltan shuddered at the idea. However, he could well appreciate how hilarious it would be for a few councilmen and ambassadors he didn’t like to get an earful from Cecilia Salter. That would be worth a little humiliation to hear.
                Cissy stopped in front of the next to last door in the corridor and thumbed the visitor announce. Before anyone answered, she called out. “Hey Tasha, your fun bunch is here for your date.  Have a good time. “ She turned away from the door and gave the three men a daring smile. “As for you, Clan Diltan ... don’t have too good a time with my sister, if you get my drift.”
                With that and a final look of warning, Cissy sashayed off to the last door in the hall. Just as she reached her quarters, the door in front of Diltan opened.
                Standing there with an expectant smile, Tasha looked more than presentable in a demure blouse and skirt ensemble. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders in perfect curls – not a hair out of place.
                Diltan was quick to bow, but noticed he was the only one doing so. A glance at his clanmates revealed they were still staring after Cissy, who was just disappearing into her own quarters.
                He spoke in a louder than usual voice to remind Rolat and Wal their attention was supposed to be on the other twin. “Good evening, Matara.  You look lovely.”
                Their expression still stunned, his Nobek and Imdiko realized their date stood there. They bowed quickly and somewhat clumsily to Tasha, murmuring greetings.
                His most pleasant smile plastered on his face, Diltan quickly made the introductions. As he did so, he did his best to see the pretty and more appropriate Salter sister standing before them. However, it was the image of the other, nearly-naked twin that seemed to be seared on his retina.

No release date set.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Weekend Wake Up Call - First Mataras: Michaela (M/I/M/M)

Korkla groaned as his groin met Michaela’s “Oh, Mother of All. Is this woman truly ours, my clan? Because I cannot believe I am not dreaming.”

Govi chuckled, glancing to take in the astounding sight of Korkla buried to the hilt inside Michaela while Raxtad’s head bobbed slowly up and down over her cock. “If it is a dream, then I beg you to not wake me up, my Dramok.”

Michaela whimpered, beyond words as the men loved her. The feeling of Korkla inside her, of Raxstad’s lips and tongue on her, of Govi’s arms surrounding her was sheer paradise. Maybe it was she who dreamed.

Korkla swung his hips back, emptying Michaela’s grasping channels with gratifying slowness. The friction brought every hair on her body to attention, and she cried out as that pleasure merged with the ticklish excitement of what Raxstad did to her. A feverish roiling filled her gut, making her kick at the air. Govi chuckled and kissed his way down to her breasts. He accepted the invitation of her pert nipples to suck and lick. More electric bliss poured through Michaela until she thought she might go mad from sheer enjoyment.

Korkla withdrew until only the tips of his cocks remained inside her. Then he slid back in, rubbing sensitive spots inside Michaela she didn’t know existed. She writhed in sinuous glee, her dancer’s body learning new contortions as the Dramok drummed steadily against her. Michaela saw his bright stare over Govi’s head, saw him watching her as she moaned her growing pleasure. His lips were wet and parted, his eyes heavily lidded as he fucked her.

Michaela felt her body flush. Her scrotum drew up tight, poignant rapture boiling within. It felt as if the entirety of her loins gathered, drawing to a single, sharp point. Something inside kicked hard. Then a ribbon of delight unfurled, springing from her balls to fill her cock. The climax hit so fast and so hard, she had no time to warn them.

Molten cum burst from her shaft, spurting hard into Raxstad’s mouth. The Nobek made an eager sound. He sucked hard, as if to claim even the most reluctant droplets of Michaela’s seed. She screamed as her cock exploded, her stomach knotting against the brutal climax.

Michaela had never experienced such an intense orgasm. However, she had only gotten the tip of the iceberg.

Korkla’s thrusts came fast and hard, igniting fires deep inside Michaela’s pussy. Her sheath spasmed against his thudding length, flexing as it readied to join with its male counterpart in ecstasy. Korkla grasped her clit, rubbing gently.

Still in the throes of her masculine release, Michaela’s body exploded anew. Raw intensity detonated from deep within, shattering her senses. All was heaving, sumptuous carnage for a too-short eternity.
The throbs of delicious release ebbed just in time for Michaela to hear Korkla’s shout of completion. His cocks jolted within her, setting off another round of fireworks, though softer and sweeter than before. 

Michaela sobbed without care. Korkla’s climax was the final proof of his desire for her.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Rolat finally broke through his silence. Maybe it was the fiercely protective way Cissy was grilling them about their plans with her sister for the evening. At any rate, the big Nobek had a bizarre expression that said he was amused as well as enthralled by the Earther.
                “We will escort her back here as soon as she wishes it.  We’ll let her make the decisions about our evening as we get to know one another.”
                Cissy looked him over with a narrowed gaze. Diltan also gazed at Rolat, trying to see him not from the viewpoint of a clanmate of many years but as a unknown entity, a stranger.
                He had to admit his Nobek was a fearsome specimen. Most of Rolat’s scars were covered by his tunic and pants, hidden so as not to frighten a small Earther woman. As a longtime prison guard then warden, Rolat had seen his share of violence. Having moved up as Head of Incarceration, he was now removed from most of the danger, though he insisted on frequent in-person inspections of prison facilities. Only one thin whitish streak along his cheek marred his strong features, but there was still that aura of contained brutality that was the hallmark of most Nobeks. His wide shoulders and broad chest spoke of his strength. Big and imposing, Rolat’s mere appearance demanded respect.
                Cissy might have respected the power that oozed from Diltan’s clanmate, but she showed no sign of being intimidated by it. Her gaze on Rolat was frank and unafraid. Her next statement only underscored how she refused to be intimidated.
                “Yeah, well make sure Tasha does make all the decisions, big boy.  Otherwise Kalquor will get three more Mataras come sunrise.”

No release date set.