Wednesday, December 31, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Cissy wondered if a trio like Clan Diltan ever cut loose and had real fun. It was hard to imagine Diltan or his bookish-looking Imdiko attending a lemanthev concert. Rolat probably would like that sort of thing. Or maybe his clanmates had drained all the hedonism out of the big burly beast.
                And why for heaven’s sake was she thinking about Clan Diltan so much?
                They were not on Cissy’s list of potential suitors, at least not that she’d seen. Then again, she hadn’t looked at her prospects in about the last month either. Had Clan Diltan joined the lottery since that time? If they’d been there before, Cissy knew for a fact they weren’t on the first screen that held her most compatible choices.
                What the hell, even her compatibility score was a joke. The lottery questionnaire had been an hours-long task, one Cissy hadn’t taken seriously for an instant. When Tasha discovered Cissy was posting sarcastic answers, she’d taken over her unrepentant twin’s profile. There was no telling what responsible Tasha had written about Cissy.
                No doubt Tasha would have done her best to represent Cissy in a positive light, one that would attract the best possible clan. Cissy told herself it was for the same reason that she was interested in Clan Diltan on Tasha’s behalf. Her twin deserved mates who were successful and could funnel some of their prestige and money into Tasha’s dreams for the future. Surely a councilman, judge, and head of an entire governmental department made that cut.

Tentatively scheduled for February release.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Unholy Union

He pressed her back against the smooth tile, lifting and holding one of her thighs against his hip.  The tilt of her pelvis allowed him to plunge eagerly into her, and she closed her eyes and groaned at the delightful penetration.  Warm water pelted her face and shoulder.  Ash’s thick frame shielded her from the rest of the spray.

Elaine wrapped her arms around his neck and licked the rivulets of water that ran down his face like tears.  He groaned low in his throat, thrusting slow and hard into her accepting flesh.  She rose and fell against the wall, loving how his thickness filled her so completely, loving the strength that pinned her helpless and eager, loving how he overwhelmed her senses until all that remained in the whole world was the two of them, entrenched in the sweetness of their twined bodies.

Loving Ash.

Elaine didn’t question the sentiment, though it was much too strong for a man she’d met only days before.  For now, she allowed the devotion she felt to envelop her in its tender embrace and make their coupling that much sweeter.  If Elaine could have dissolved her physical existence and soaked into Ash’s skin so they might be completely joined, she would have done it.  She wished for nothing less but complete absorption in the man making love to her.  She’d never been so enthralled with another.

“You feel so good to me, Elaine,” Ash whispered in her ear.  “I wish this could never end.  I want our time together to be something you won’t regret no matter the outcome.”

“Nothing could make me sorry I’m with you,” she answered, gasping as her passion rose with his deep lunges.  “I’ll thank God to my dying day we met.”

He barked a sound that could have been a laugh or a sob.  He kissed her fiercely, and she wondered at the tremors of his body.

Ash withdrew from her, guiding her to lean over, propping her hands on the edge of the tub.  The puddle forming on the terracotta floor beneath Elaine’s dripping hair barely registered as he entered her from behind.  He gripped her hips, pulling her backwards to envelop his hard length.

Elaine let him dictate the pace of their lovemaking, her moans expressing her pleasure.  The shower spray cascaded against her back.  Ash’s groin slapped her buttocks with wet smacks that echoed in the tiled space.  Their breathing quickened, and he jerked her against his loins faster.

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Needing caffeine to improve her mood, Cissy set about bouncing on Tasha’s bed. “Wakie, wakie!  Rise and shine, give the world your glow, you precious sunbeam!”
                “Bitch,” the mound under the covers muttered. It curled into a tight ball. 
                Cissy stopped bouncing. “I brought coffee.”
                Tasha sat up and reached her hand out with her eyes still closed. “Give me.”
                Cissy laughed and handed the goods over, careful to not slop hot java. Tasha woke in as good a mood as her sister did. And looks twice as bad, Cissy thought to herself, hoping it was true but suspecting otherwise. Tasha’s perfect coif from the night before was now a snarled bird’s nest, sticking up all over the place. Cissy put her hands to her own head to check and see how her mane had fared after the night.
                Nope. Her tangles felt as if they were much worse than Tasha’s. Cissy patted at the mess in a vain attempt to calm it before reaching for her cup of coffee.
                Tasha didn’t start drinking right away. As always, she inhaled the steam rising from her cup with pleasure before taking that first glorious sip. She grimaced happily and her eyes finally slitted open. “You may return in an hour, and only then if you bring more.”
                Cissy crossed her legs in a lotus position, getting comfortable on her sister’s bed. “Forget it.  I’m dying to hear about your date last night.”
                Tasha’s eyes  opened a little more, her interest piqued. “Why?  Was yours that boring?”
                Cissy waved a dismissive hand. “No, we had a good time.  Lemanthev concerts don’t allow for much conversation, though.  I can’t say I really got to know the clan I was with, but I do like the raw energy of that tribal-sounding stuff. I went more for the music than the company, in all honesty. So, that’s about it from me.  What about that Clan Diltan?  Were they as stuffy and boring as they looked?”
                Actually, none of the three men had looked stuffy to Cissy’s eyes, not even Diltan. Nor boring. In particular, the Nobek had caught Cissy’s attention. Rolat had been an amazing eyeful of rough and ready. Big, bold, and delicious, Cissy had entertained the fantasy of grabbing him by the wonderfully muscled arm and dragging him to her bed. So what if he wasn’t the gorgeous equal of his Dramok? Cissy found such men much more fascinating to look at than the conventionally handsome ones.
                Not that Diltan was conventionally handsome. He was gorgeous, damn the man. Someone needed to break his nose, just to steal some of that perfection away. Cissy thought that if he ever asked for volunteers, she’d be glad to offer her services.
                Even quiet Wal had not committed the sin of being one-dimensionally pleasing to the eye. He was quietly attractive, just nice enough to pass the gaze over. However, there had been the flash of a grin once, before the three men had seen Cissy in the pool – and then he’d been quite stunning, in an intelligent, sweetly nerdy way.
                As Cissy mused about her sister’s dates, Tasha said, “They were okay.  I don’t think we really connected, but they were nice enough.”
                Trying to sound unconcerned and believing she was pulling it off, Cissy asked, “Do you think you’ll see them again?”
                Tasha shrugged. She took a deep swallow of her coffee before answering. “I don’t know.  They aren’t bad, but ... I don’t know.  I might give it another shot.  They all have that rank and status these Kalquorians are so crazy to show off.”
                “That’s true.” A councilman, the director of the Empire’s prison system, and a judge. Rank out the wazoo, Cissy thought. If Tasha joined Clan Diltan, she’d never want for anything. If they could make her sister happy, Cissy would even try to be nice to the Dramok on holidays and special occasions.
                Thinking this, she told her twin, “You never know, Tash.  They might be your happily-ever-after.”

Tentatively scheduled for release in February.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 3: Alien Conquest

In her intoxicated stupor, Cassidy let go of all reservations.  When Tranis rolled her on top of his body, her hands positioned his penises to enter her.  The Dramok growled deep in his throat as she enfolded him with her warmth.  Bracing her palms against his chest, she moved up and down, feeling his thicknesses slide in her tight sheaths.   Her platinum hair fell around him in a curtain.  The thick tresses swayed with her movements, allowing glimpses of Degorsk lying nearby.  The Imdiko watched her make love to his clanmate.  A sudden thought brought prickling heat to her womb.

“Both of you,” Cassidy pleaded.  “I want you both at the same time.”

Degorsk rose to position himself between Tranis’ splayed legs and behind Cassidy.  Tranis gripped her hips, holding her up as the Imdiko carefully slipped the Dramok’s smaller member from her anus.  

Degorsk’s penetration of Cassidy’s tightest orifice made the overwhelming sensations even more delightful.  She was full, feeling them both inside her at once.  The pressure inside lit her so that she thought she must glow.  She threw her head back to shout at the ceiling as shuddering pleasure seized her loins.

The men matched her eagerness with their own, their strokes long and sure.  Tranis reached between them to rub her clit with his thumb.  That amazing friction, along with the feeling of possessing both men at once, drove Cassidy to orgasms of such intensity she sometimes forgot to breathe.   The three plunged and bucked, a single beast of mindless sensation knowing only the rapacious appetite of lust.   Growls, snarls and shrieks filled the cinnamon and sea-salt perfumed air.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                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.