Wednesday, April 30, 2014

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

 Michaela had no idea what she was about to say, because the knowledge of what had happened in the garden hit her full force.  She slapped her hands over her face, hiding from the clan. 

“Oh shit.  Shit, shit, shit, shit.  Shit!”

Raxstad’s deep chuckle rumbled delightfully through her ears, but Michaela couldn’t bear to look at him.  However Govi wouldn’t let her avoid them for long.  He tugged at her wrists.

“It’s all right, Michaela.  Look at me so you can see it’s all right.”

She mumbled against her palms, “You saw me.  You saw everything.”

Korkla said, “Yes, we did.  We saw just how exquisite you are.”

Michaela peeked at him between her fingers.  “Who are you trying to kid?  I know what I look like.  I’m a freak.”

Anger shadowed Korkla and Raxstad’s expressions.  Govi’s mood turned sad.

Korkla said, “I believe I have asked you not to use that word when referring to yourself.  Now I will insist on it.”

Govi added, “You are not a freak, Michaela, no matter what you’ve been taught to believe.”

“You’re perfect.  Too perfect to be limited to male or female.  That’s why you’re both,” Raxstad insisted.

His clanmates looked at him, their expressions surprised.  A smile lit Korkla’s face.

The Dramok told Michaela, “When someone as straightforward as Raxstad gets philosophical, you need to listen, my lovely Michaela.”  He sighed.  “I am so sorry we took you out there where you had no control.  I apologize that things happened you were not ready for yet.  Please forgive us.”

Michaela finally lowered her hands, blinking at him in surprise.  Korkla was apologizing for her going nymphomaniac on them?

“It wasn’t your fault.  Jeez, what a mess,” she said.

She looked at them.  They looked at her.  Everyone was watchful and tense.  No one seemed quite sure what to say at that point.

The pregnant silence weighed on her.  Michaela asked, “So.  Now what?”

Raxstad’s tone was hopeful.  “Lunch?”

Everyone looked at him.  The Nobek returned their startled stares.  “What?  I’m getting hungry.”

Michaela’s tension eased.  She fled into the humor of Raxstad’s answer, a smile spreading over her face.  “I do appreciate a simple solution.”

Govi and Korkla chuckled, relieving more of the strained tenor of the moment.  Govi asked, “Shall I call the kitchen and find out what they have?”

Korkla nodded, still snickering.  “Please.  And order the Nobek a double serving.  If he’s thinking with his stomach at a time like this, then we should take it very seriously.”

No release date set.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Video Blog and Clan, Honor, and Empire News

I have made another name pronunciation video covering the clans of Alien Rule this week.  Stop by YouTube and watch it here.

The book that does not wish to be published is being thwarted in its plan to drive us all insane.  The cover editor has begun the artwork and the editor is battling with my errors on Clan, Honor, and Empire.  Clan Rajhir’s story is being brought to heel.  Hopefully I will be able to give you a release date sometime this week.  Keep those fingers crossed!

Friday, April 25, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (M/?/F)

Daagiis adjusted his hips, bringing his avid cock to her opening once more.  Raven caught her breath.  Where there had been only softness before came this strange intruder, hard and demanding.   The startling juxtaposition made her eager for the invasion.  Male and female all at once, Daagiis was thwarting her taboos.  She warbled a strange cry, a kind of pleading that should never have come from a human throat.

“So glad you approve, my darling,” Daagiis said.

He slid inside, moving easily into her.  Raven arched against him, again feeling the softness of woman while being impaled by the demands of the masculine.  She cried out as Daagiis filled her, bumping into her cervix to send shivers of erotic delight through her body.  His silky, pliant body moved against hers as he rode her.

There was a shifting next to Raven.  She knew without looking that Vendeen had risen from the bed.  There was an odd sense of loss, as if missing his presence right next to her.  Then she saw him looming over her and Daagiis.  He looked at her over the face-changer’s shoulder.  His clothes were gone, and he looked magnificent as he moved behind Daagiis.  The Paatiin suddenly froze, his cock buried deep inside Raven.  His expression, so eager a moment before, remained avid but anxious expectation crept in around the edges.

“Hold still,” Vendeen said, his voice deeper than usual.  He licked his lips and grabbed one of Daagiis’ shoulders.  “Tighten for me, my servant.  That’s it.  Good.”

As Vendeen’s eyelashes fluttered and a sigh left his lips, Daagiis shivered.  His jaw tensed.  While he didn’t seem to be moving of his own accord, his cock ground tighter into Raven.

She realized Vendeen had mounted Daagiis.  Raven didn’t know for sure if the face-changer had concocted himself a pussy or if Vendeen was using his ass.  Judging by the pained euphoria on Daagiis’ face, she suspected his back door was involved. 

Vendeen grabbed a handful of the Paatiin’s hair and tugged his head back for a kiss.  Raven watched the exchange, feeling herself getting more excited to watch them together.  It was obvious Daagiis was not quite happy about being beneath his master, but judging by the occasional jerk of the cock inside her, he wasn’t exactly miserable about it either.

Their kiss ended and Vendeen stared into Daagiis’ golden eyes.  “My pace.  Not yours.”

“Of course,” the face-changer agreed, his tone holding a hint of coldness.  “Is it ever any other way?”

“Not if you want to keep your lovely shifting hide from being torn by my whip.”

Vendeen reared up again, kneeling behind Daagiis’ apparently impaled buttocks.  His hands gripped the Paatiin’s hips.  He moved, and Daagiis went with him, sliding his swollen cock through Raven’s sheath.  She groaned and arched as the friction against her hot spot turned searing.  It was delicious, but much too slow to bring her to nirvana.  She trembled with need as the two men reversed course, Vendeen moving into Daagiis and Daagiis moving into her.

Vendeen fucked them with methodical deliberateness, make the pair moan and writhe beneath him.  His cruel half-smile was very much in evidence as he listened to their combined whimpers of need.   Raven could only imagine the pleasure Daagiis felt, the deep satisfying ache of a cock moving in and out of his back passage as his own prick slid through the honeyed warmth of her channel that gripped him in desperation.  For herself, the weight and power of two men working against her, the sensation she was being fucked by both, was maddening.  Her pussy clenched at Daagiis’ cock, sucking him in deep to force that delicious contact with her cervix.  Her sheath swelled so that his every motion dragged in gorgeous torment against her g-spot, grinding against his groin to delight her engorged clit.

She hovered near climax, her body needing only more speed and power to realize bliss.  She keened in want, and Daagiis added his own wordless plea.  Vendeen’s smile grew.  

“So, my two pretties wish for a bit more?  You may beg.  I may or may not hear your pleas.”                                            

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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

                As he neared the home’s entrance, Rajhir called out in a forbidding tone.  “Who is it?”
                “Nobek Breft calling for Imdiko Flencik.”
                Rajhir turned his head to stare at Flencik.  For his part, the Imdiko looked at the door, still closed, his mouth dropping open in confusion.  Breft was here?
                In a low voice, Rajhir asked, “Who the hell is Nobek Breft?”
                Flencik blinked, still staring at the door as if he could see through it to the trainee he’d met earlier that day.  He stepped forward to his Dramok’s side.  “He’s a youngling I treated at the training camp today.”  Flencik raised his voice to trigger the door.  “Enter.”
                The door opened to reveal Breft standing there, a mischievous smile lighting up his healed and exceptionally handsome face.  With some pride, Flencik noted the well-shaped cheekbones and lack of bruising on the feral features.  He felt something else too, brought on by Breft’s strong jaw, plump lips, and eyes that seemed to be permanently heavy-lidded with anticipation.  The Nobek might have been a bit short with a wild cast to his features, but Breft’s looks were made for erotic dreams.  His body, honed for speed rather than power, was a delight even encased in a snug brown formsuit.
                The Nobek’s smile, which promised naughtiness, disappeared so quickly that Flencik questioned it had ever been there.  Breft acknowledged Rajhir with a thoroughly respectful bow.
                Rajhir looked the trainee over and gave Flencik a narrow glance.  “A youngling, huh?  He’s not that young, my Imdiko.”  The suspicion in Rajhir’s tone was obvious.
                Breft stood ramrod straight before them.  “Greetings, Dramok.  I apologize for interrupting your evening.  Hi, Dr. Flencik.”
                The Imdiko told himself he was imagining the warmth in the Nobek’s voice.  “Hello, Breft.  What are you doing out of camp?  Don’t you have some sort of curfew?”
                “I suppose so.”  The young man shrugged dismissively, as if breaking the rules was not something he worried too much about.  He looked about the well-appointed greeting room with obvious appreciation.  In particular, his gaze lingered on the large, well-stocked bar at the other end of the room.  “Nice place you have.”
                “To what do we owe this pleasure, Nobek?”  With that severe tone, Rajhir sounded anything but pleased. 
                “I think this belongs to your Imdiko, Dramok.”  Breft dug into his waist pouch and withdrew a portable medical scanner.
                Flencik woofed out a sound of relief.  “By the ancestors, I’m glad you found that.  I wondered where it had got to.  I damned near tore apart my shuttle looking for it. 
                Breft grinned.  “Nobek Alc took it from your pouch when you weren’t looking.  I think he was hoping to pay you a visit later under the guise of returning it to you.  However, I nicked it from him when I got the opportunity.”
                Rajhir’s raised eyebrow made Flencik feel guilty though he’d done nothing wrong.  “Nobek Alc?”
                Breft handed the scanner over to the Imdiko.  “The guard assigned to keep me out of trouble while I was in the hospital.  He took a shine to your clanmate, Dramok.  I thought Dr. Flencik could do a lot better than the likes of him, so I took it upon myself to deny the meeting Alc was trying to arrange.  I assure you, Dr. Flencik did nothing to encourage his interest.”
                Flencik knew he was blushing.  He’d had no idea the grizzled Nobek had been attracted to him.  He’d been far too fascinated with his patient.  In a subdued tone, he said, “Thank you, Breft.”
                “Sure.  I also wanted to extend my appreciation once more for the fine care you gave me today.  Your work held up pretty well.  A couple of the bastards jumped me again.”
                “What?  Are you hurt?”  Flencik stepped up close to Breft, running the portable scanner over the young man to check on the injuries he’d repaired, particularly the ribs and arm.
                Breft chuckled.  “It’s just a few bruises.  I was able to defend myself pretty good, thanks to you fixing me up so well.  Those bastards will be spending the night in the hospital, though.”

Releasing April