Friday, September 30, 2016

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

“You will take my cocks now,” the Imdiko told Cissy. “It’s time for tonight’s first fuck.”

She moaned, wordless with anticipation. She panted again as Wal positioned himself at her entrances.

“Nowhere to go,” Rolat reminded her. “No escape.”

Wal gave a quick, short thrust. The first couple of inches of his primary cock slid easily into Cissy’s pussy. Her ass took the first inch of his smaller prick a bit more grudgingly. A sudden, marvelous ache drove all the air from her lungs.

“That’s right,” the Imdiko said, going still once more. “I’m inside you, just a little bit. There is a lot more to go, little Earther. You will take every last inch of me.”

Cissy uttered a garbled cry. It was meant to be agreement, but words failed her yet again. The Kalquorians kept robbing her of the ability to speak.

Wal shoved again. As he went, his cocks widened, giving Cissy that wonderful girth she enjoyed so much. Her pussy gloried in the friction that found her interior sensitivity. Her ass complained against the invader.

Somehow, it was the throb in her rear that excited Cissy most. It brought home her lack of power against these men. It thrilled her beyond comprehension. 

Wal again stopped before she could experience real pain. A small part of her mind recognized that despite the forceful attitude, the Imdiko gave her body time to adjust to him. He was careful not to cause injury, though he easily could have done with her as he wished.

The realization gave Cissy permission to move even further into the intoxicating desire that enthralled her. She was helpless but safe. They could hurt her, but they wouldn’t.

Diltan enhanced the fantasy by bending to seize a breast in his mouth. He tugged at Cissy’s nipple with his teeth, delivering exquisite shards of pain without causing real harm.

With vision made hazy, Cissy gazed up a Rolat. The Nobek watched as Wal pressed hard into flesh both welcoming and reluctant. Rolat’s eyes were dark, the cat pupils spreading wide. His lips parted in a soundless snarl. Fangs peeked out. His erections jabbed Cissy’s hip. When Wal finished with her, when he’d sated his lust with her body, Rolat and Diltan would take their turns. They would have her, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

Cissy moaned as Wal thrust in ever deeper, making her yield to him. Discomfort was pleasure, and pleasure was ecstasy. Every nip from Diltan’s teeth, every push Wal made into her ass and pussy made her more pliant to the men.

She didn’t know how long the glorious torment lasted before Wal’s groin met hers, the Imdiko fully embedded within her. He paused. His hand trailed over the softness of her belly, caressing with gentle ownership. His fingertips sent heat deep into her gut. She moaned at how full he made her feel.

“Now I fuck you until I fill you with cum,” the Imdiko said.

That was all the warning Cissy got before Wal’s hips swung back, pulling him nearly free of her. The sweet chafe of his flesh dragging against her interior walls made her hair stand on end. She arched against Rolat’s thighs, orgasm already threatening.

The Imdiko shoved back in. Cissy legs kicked as violent pleasure crashed within. She howled as Wal took her hard and fast. It was her favorite way to get fucked; powerfully, with no quarter given.

The Kalquorian rode her rough, his body slapping against hers. Cissy’s head tossed back and forth, unable to deny the whirlwind of sensation galloping through her body. When she came, it was as if her body would turn itself inside out. Passion twisted her guts, wringing her out.

She heard a man’s throaty yell while she tossed in the maelstrom of climax. Something slammed deep within her core, sending daggers of mingled pain and pleasure throughout. Cissy screamed with renewed elation.

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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Piras and Tranis walked side by side down the wide corridor. Aides and other officers passed by, quietly muttering amongst themselves. The quiet conversations held excitement, and expressions were avid. Banrid’s treachery was no doubt the focus of everyone’s attention.
              Only Piras and Tranis were silent as they navigated their course through the silvery-walled hall. They were in the wing that contained all the offices of the highest-ranked officers of Fleet Command, where they themselves worked to help command Kalquor’s space arm of the military. Where up until now, they’d enjoyed a slight advantage over the vessels the Basma had won to his side, roughly a third of the original fleet.
              Now Maf had Earther battlecruisers, maybe thousands of them. The thought curdled Piras’s guts.
              Though Tranis walked alongside him, there was nothing Piras wished to say to his once-first officer. The only conversation they might have had was top-secret. Talking about personal things…such as how Lidon was doing in his newer career as a Global Security officer…would have been more awkward than the silence that weighed between them.
              Lidon. Just thinking the Nobek’s name made Piras’s stomach hurt.
              Fortunately, they neared the traitor Banrid’s office, giving Piras an opening to fill the uneasy quiet. Fleet security was filing in and out of the room, guiding small hover carts filled with the treacherous admiral’s personal and official belongings. Piras and Tranis paused until their credentials were verified and they were waved past the open doorway. A concealment field blocked their view of whatever evidence-gathering was going on inside the office.
              “Hard to believe. I never would have guessed it of Banrid,” Piras muttered.
              “Shocking,” Tranis agreed. He shot Piras the haunted look he’d worn since the horrific end of the war, when Earth was destroyed by her own leaders. “We’re tearing ourselves apart. For what end? What is happening to us?”
              It was a younger man’s question, the kind of thing someone who had not seen all Tranis had might have asked. That the younger Dramok still possessed the idealism to wonder at it made Piras feel as old as Hobato.
              Piras heard a gruff voice in his head give the answer, a voice as familiar as it was heart wrenching. He repeated the wisdom his companion’s spiritually-minded warrior clanmate would have said. “The usual. The wish for power. Wanting what one doesn’t have. Fear.”
              “Many captured traitors have claimed they were blackmailed into what they’ve done. That they were victims.”
              “The Basma’s secret son testified to that. The man’s web of deceit has been dragging in conspirators, both willing and not, for a long time. Perhaps it will come out that Banrid was such a dupe.”
              “Foolish men making foolish choices that Maf capitalized on. Now we’re paying for it in blood. He’ll destroy us all.”
              Piras’s tone was dry. “Promoting extinction over interbreeding would be a good hint of that. With Browning Copeland added to the fun, we get to fight two insane fanatics. Life is marvelous, don’t you think?
              They reached Piras’s office. Piras sketched a bow, but Tranis didn’t return it right away. Instead, the other Dramok gazed at Piras for a long beat.
              He finally said, “Lidon’s doing well.”
              Piras’s breath stopped for a moment. When he could speak, he blurted, “I didn’t ask.”
              “I know.” Tranis bowed and walked away, leaving Piras staring after him.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Michaela (M/I/M/M)

He took his pricks in hand, positioning the tapered tips against Michaela’s open pussy and ass. She ground her teeth hard against the bit in her mouth as she felt the thicker stave slip into her pussy. A moment later, the lower cock forged into her rear entrance. 

Raxstad stopped rubbing her belly. He opened the crotch of his shorts and took his cocks out. His other hand tangled in Michaela’s hair, grasping a handful to hold her head pinned to the table.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “Open them and watch. You’re going to see everything we do to you. Look or I’ll punish you again.”

Michaela whimpered, but she opened her eyes. The way Raxstad held her down, she had no choice but to watch the vid overhead. She concentrated on looking at the men.

“Good girl.” Raxstad stroked his primary cock, masturbating himself over her breasts. He grunted low in his throat.

Govi continued to play with her tits with one hand, but he also released himself. He pleasured his larger cock as Raxstad did, but moved to the head of the table as he did so. The tip of his dick aimed towards Michaela’s mouth. He alternated between watching her face and what his clanmates did. Michaela could hear his gasping breath.

Korkla reached his end, his cocks embedded deep within her sex and ass. Michaela moaned at the fullness. The back cock rubbed against something electric deep inside her tighter channel. The front cock also had found the place at the front of her womanly sheath, the part that felt like molten lava when rubbed. She groaned and strained against those sensations and the sweet stroking of the cock pump. Her prick spat pre-cum.

“That’s right,” Korkla muttered. “Our pretty little girl-boy loves to be fucked. She likes it when we spray our cum all over her amazing body. Don’t you, Michaela? Don’t you love it?”

He ground against her, his groin moving in circles against her. The nubs of his cockring abraded her soft flesh delightfully, sharpening the ravening need that suffused her belly. With her teeth clenched around the bit, Michaela issued a thin, high-pitched scream.

“I think she wants more,” Raxstad said between grunts. “Fuck her, my Dramok. Fuck her while she watches.”

“Do you see it yet, my Matara?” Govi asked as he pulled hard on himself, his cock only a couple of inches away from her face. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Do you see why we want you so much?”

No, she didn’t see it. Michaela simply couldn’t understand why her misshapen form aroused them so greatly. But the men were beautiful to look upon, and seeing Korkla thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy was delicious. Michaela wanted to watch when Raxstad and Govi came too, when their juices spurted on her breasts and face. She needed them to come for her. She concentrated on seeing just the men and the part of her the Dramok fucked.

Korkla’s strokes were long and deep, hitting something deep inside Michaela that resounded like a bell. When his groin met hers, the nubby cockring rubbed her clit and all about her pussy and anus.
Her scrotum had drawn up tight, and a great weight had announced itself at the base of her cock. It roiled there, rising from a simmer, readying to erupt. There was still pain from long-denied orgasm, but knowing she would climax soon helped soothe the discomfort. Knowing they would all climax made the hurt enjoyable.

Korkla’s head fell back and he moaned at the image floating over their heads. “Ring on,” he said and ground in tight against Michaela again.

A profound shuddering overtook Michaela where the cockring touched her. Powerful vibrations quaked all over her ass, sex, and clit. Orgasm moved swiftly, thundering through her like an earthquake.

Michaela screamed around the bit gag as blistering heat shoved from her balls into her prick. It drove a fiery trail up through straining flesh, spewing up and out beyond the pumping sleeve that held her flesh. The knot at the base of her cock released in shuddering bursts, relieving the tension at long last.
Meanwhile, her pussy flexed hard. The pleasure of her masculine flesh transmitted to the feminine. It joined in with the hard pressure moving against the hotspot in her sheath, the jarring excitement of Korkla’s cock tip colliding with her cervix, and the wicked thrills running from the vibrating ring to her clit. She was moments from coming.

Raxstad’s head fell back and he yelled. His primary cock shot cum all over Michaela’s breasts. As if he had started a chain reaction, Korkla’s cries joined in, his cocks jerking hard inside her. Then Govi went off, spraying Michaela’s face with his juices as he gasped and watched her widen her mouth to catch the spicy-sweet-salty offering.

That did it. Michaela’s womanhood spasmed like a fist around the cock thrusting deep, and shattering pleasure at last billowed forth. Her shrieks continued, moving from the bright, fiery excitement of male orgasm to the deeper, headier female pleasure. With both happening at the same time, she was able to appreciate the differences: one relieved while the other fulfilled. For a moment, Michaela actually appreciated being able to experience the glory of being both male and female.

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