Wednesday, July 29, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

Using his greater weight and strength, Clajak pressed hard against Egilka, knocking the Imdiko over so that he sprawled flat against the padded floor. In an instant Clajak was on top of him, flinging the rug open and running his hands all over Egilka’s body. It took the Dramok no time to discover Egilka was hard.
                “Got you,” Clajak sneered, his hand rubbing the thickening bulge of Egilka’s crotch. The Imdiko cried out, arching and shoving his groin into the prince’s grip. A wash of lust took every thought of resisting away.
                Clajak rubbed the straining lengths fighting to get free of Egilka’s trousers. Egilka moaned, his hips rising and falling in tandem with the Dramok’s rhythmic massage. He grabbed onto the broad shoulders of the man who made him crazy in more ways than he could count.
                Clajak smiled down at him, too stunning to be denied, even if his hand hadn’t been driving Egilka into a frenzy. “So sweet, lovely Imdiko. Yes, you are sweet. And so very happy to have me touching you. That’s better. Much better.”
                Egilka knew he was lost. Clajak had him by the dicks, and not just in a literal fashion. No matter how much danger the man had put him in, how much more Clajak might continue to find, Egilka belonged to him. It was a realization that brought equal parts happiness and terror.
                The only thing the Imdiko could come up with to say about the matter was, “Asshole.”
                Clajak’s grin was as bright as if Egilka had proclaimed everlasting love. “Is that your offer? Because I’ll be happy to take it.”
                He squeezed Egilka’s cocks. The pressure was sheer heaven, and Egilka’s will crumbled to dust.
                He groaned, “You crazy, irresponsible, irredeemable jerk. Won’t someone save me from you?”
                Clajak laughed. “Come on, Egilka. Just say to hell with it and let me fuck you.”
                He gave another squeeze. Egilka felt molten pleasure surge and gave himself over. “Fine. To hell with it, you gorgeous shit.  Fuck me.”

Releasing November 2015

Monday, July 20, 2015

Shalia's Diary on Hiatus

We've reached the end of another storyline. Shalia's Diary will resume August 10.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Egilka shouted in the prince’s ear to be heard over the scream of a Isetacian trade ship taking off. “Where are we going? What are we doing here? We can’t even pay to get off this damned planet!”
                Despite the exhausted countenance that told the Imdiko that Clajak was as close to done in as he was, the Dramok surprised him with a sly grin and a wink. “Then we’ll have to rely on the generosity of others.”
                Egilka stared at him dumbfounded. “Generosity?  On Dantovon?” Apparently, Clajak’s brain had melted in the jungle heat. Yet he looked so damned confident. Almost cocky, the smug bastard.
                Trying to figure out where his companion’s assurance came from ... heat-induced madness or inside information ... Egilka ventured, “Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll run into a vacationing Kalquorian or clan. You know we can’t bet on that, though.”
                Clajak slowed enough to allow Egilka to walk by his side. His arm slipped around the Imdiko’s waist and squeezed. “Calm down, my worried friend. I still have a trick or two up my sleeve.”
                Not reassured in the least, Egilka glowered at him. “I’m not terribly fond of your tricks, Clajak.”
                The jerk laughed. “No?  You will be when we’re back in Empire space.” Clajak’s eyes widened as he looked past Egilka. His grin spread wider and he shoved against the Imdiko, angling them from the middle of the traffic flow towards the launch pads to their right. “Now there’s a definite possibility.”
                Egilka eyed the ship Clajak guided him towards. He frowned at the large, almost triangular capsule sitting on spindly metal legs that extended beyond the craft’s booster rockets that would lift it beyond gravity’s pull into space. One figure strolled beneath the vessel, made tiny by the craft’s impressive bulk.
                Egilka gave Clajak a quizzical look. “An Adraf freighter?  They will definitely want us to pay for passage.  Up front, no less.”
                They reached the edge of the launch bay, standing in the shadow of the towering, angular vessel. Clajak’s face was positively sunny as he looked it over. “We don’t have to pay if they don’t know we’re aboard.”
                “Stow away?”
                Even in the din of the port, Egilka’s voice rang loud in his disbelief. Clajak gave him a shake. “Will you quiet down?”

Releasing mid-December 2015