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

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown





                Hearing his father’s name made Egilka scowl. Suddenly he didn’t want to kiss Clajak. Not as much, anyway.
                The prince grinned. “What I wouldn’t have given to have heard that announcement. ‘My father, do you remember a certain Nobek emperor who once courted you as a possible clanmate? The one who if Tidro hadn’t been so much more to his liking, would have made you an emperor yourself?  Well, I’m now betrothed to his son. I’ll be emperor in the distant future instead of you.’ As if Wej wasn’t already eaten up with envy over your research being so far beyond his work.”
                Egilka said, “I’m glad my family issues are fun for you to envision, Clajak.”
                “My Imdiko, that man has always competed with you and every other person he’s ever come across. It’s only his status, breed, and rank that managed to get anyone to clan him. I know you have little loyalty to Wej, because he inspires none.”
                It was true. While Egilka had respect for his father’s work – despite Clajak’s insult, Wej was a brilliant scientist – the man was torment to be around. He even kept a home separate from the rest of Egilka’s parent clan.
                “My father Wej is difficult,” Egilka acknowledged. “And yes, when he found out I was to be clanned to you, the anger was ... extreme.”
                Even leaving it to his other fathers and mother to tell him of the eventual clanning hadn’t cushioned much of Wej’s fury when he found out Egilka was to join the Crown Prince Clan. The elder Imdiko had been beside himself in a jealous rage.
                “I don’t think he gave a damn about being Yuder and Zarl’s Imdiko really, or even about being emperor someday. I think it just pissed him off that I would outrank him,” Egilka mused. That the announcement had come so soon after Egilka had won the top award in research science over four other nominees – one of whom had been Wej – had only fueled his father’s jealousy.
                “And now he stays in his laboratory, terrorizing his research team and keeping the rest of the world at bay,” Clajak said. “A lonely man without a friend in the world. That's your future if you don’t loosen up, Egilka.”
                The Imdiko gave Clajak a dark look. “I am nothing like Wej, not even remotely. Fuck you.”

Releasing mid-December 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

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown





His smile didn’t fade until they stepped out into Ler’s hazy but bright sunlight. Temporarily blinded, Clajak slowed, almost stopping. The humidity hit him like an almost solid wall, along with the overpowering odor of rancid waste. When a huge dark form appeared in front of him, he came to a halt, momentarily thinking he had blundered up to a wall ... a wall where someone had elected to take the universe’s most foul dump. The stench overpowered the fetid green smell of the nearby jungle.
                Egilka bumped into him from behind. The Imdiko started to apologize, but he was cut off by a squealing snarl.
                Egilka’s voice rose high in panic. “Fuck!  Clajak, it’s those damned Tragooms!”
                Clajak had no time to react. Egilka had barely finished his warning when a brutal blow caught the prince in the midsection. All the breath left his body in an instant. His legs turned to water beneath him, and he fell to the ground hard.
                So that’s what smells so bad, he thought in a daze. Not shit. Tragooms.
                Over the roar in his ears, Clajak heard Egilka bellow his own cry of pain. Then the Imdiko thudded to the ground next to Clajak. The prince had a bare moment of seeing scarlet on his promised’s mouth. Despite the pain in his midsection, the sight made Clajak’s legs remember how to work.
                He was suddenly on his feet. The knife from his belt pouch had found its way into his hand. Clajak stood over Egilka, already lashing out at the pair of Tragooms to defend his companion. Unfortunately for the Dramok, his knife only skidded across the boulder-like upper chest of one of the Tragooms. The blade was sharp enough to cut through an armored formsuit, but it was not able to even scratch the squealing beast’s bare flesh.
                Below the breastbone, you dolt, a voice in his head yelled. The imagined shout sounded a lot like his father Yuder.

Releasing mid-December 2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown




                Clajak hefted Egilka off his shoulder, putting him on his still smarting ass on the dirt floor of the tiny, unadorned room. The Dramok deposited him gently enough, but Egilka winced and moaned anyway. Clajak had a nasty spanking hand.
                The prince stood over him, looking down with a set expression. A sense of authority came off him as he stared at Egilka. The powerful body, dominant stance, and riveting eyes combined to make Egilka want to cower. The Imdiko felt vulnerable at his feet, very much the weaker of the pair. 
                For some reason, his cocks jerked as he took in the man standing over him. Egilka tried to ignore the excitement sending warmth to his groin. If Clajak had the slightest inkling what his display of command had on the Imdiko, then there would be no telling what might happen.
                Egilka got his feet under him. He moved carefully, not knowing what to expect from the Dramok. Yet he did his best to appear unaffected by Clajak, pretending he was not intimidated or enticed by the other man. He would continue to play the situation as if angry ... though his fury had already ebbed.
                He gave Clajak what he hoped was a convincing scowl as he dusted dirt off his clothing. “Fine. You found us some privacy to talk at normal conversational levels. Say what you want and then get out of my way.”
                Clajak’s arms folded over his chest. The posture made his biceps bulge in a way that turned Egilka’s mouth dry. “You’re going to honor our arranged clanning, Imdiko. You will not call it off.”
                The forbidding voice only fueled the heat in Egilka’s groin. Damn it, when Clajak turned the authority on he was much too tempting. Egilka had the urge to jump on the man and rub himself all over his muscular body.
                Instead he asked in a frosty tone, “Why shouldn’t I?  You’ve made it plain you don’t want me as your Imdiko.  Otherwise, you would have been on Kalquor when it came time to announce our union.”
                Clajak’s jaw tensed. “Just because I delayed it doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”
                “You’ve got a funny way of showing it. I come here to get you, you fuck me, and you leave.” A note of hurt tried to creep into Egilka’s tone. He quashed it.
                “I’m here now.  I’m not running away, am I? That was you this time.”
                Clajak’s arms lowered to his sides. His gaze was all steely intent as he took a step towards Egilka. Now he wasn’t a commanding Dramok; he had become a predator. A thrill shot down Egilka’s spine. Clajak took another step towards him. Egilka backed away, unsure if he wanted to be caught or not.

Releasing mid-December 2015