Friday, February 26, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conviction

                Wynhod’s raspy tongue stroked Krijero’s, urging it to twine in a sinuous dance.  The kiss alone would have been enough to excite the Imdiko’s senses.  Wynhod kissed like pure erotic desire, the taste of him wild and delicious.  Krijero sucked on his tongue, drawing it in so he could have more of that flavor.
                Meanwhile the Nobek continued to tweak, tug, and caress Krijero’s sensitive nipples, sending fiery darts of pleasure down into his gut where Gelan’s hands ceaselessly stroked him.  Krijero kept fighting the urge to shove into those rough, calloused hands faster as desire spiked with increasing frequency.  He was under orders to do only what he was told, which meant no moving unless given permission.  He’d learned in one of his earliest encounters with the pair that disobedience meant instant punishment.  Not that discipline was such a bad thing in Krijero’s book.  However, the memory of lying naked over Wynhod’s lap for a hard-handed spanking followed by standing for an hour facing a corner of their sleeping room still had the power to humiliate him.  At his age, being treated like a naughty child had not been fun in the least.
                What was happening right now, however, was a lot of fun.  Krijero just had to keep obeying Gelan and Wynhod for it to continue. 
                “I need to be inside your ass,” the Dramok sighed in his ear.  “Out of the way, Wynhod.”
                The Nobek narrowed his eyes at his clanmate but obligingly stepped aside.  Gelan tugged on Krijero’s dicks, urging him forward.
                “That’s it, Imdiko.  Go to the edge and lean over it.  Spread your legs for me.”
                Krijero waded through the water that came up just below his ass cheeks.  The edge of the basin stood right at his waist, so it was an easy matter to bend over it as Gelan wanted.  He opened his stance wide, terribly aware of how he offered himself for the Dramok’s use.
                “You can use your hands to brace yourself.  Otherwise, you are to remain still and accept my cock.”
                Krijero stretched his arms over his head, feeling the cool stone floor beneath his hands.  Gelan continued to pump his dicks in his tight fists, making everything coil within.  A little harder and faster, along with the Dramok’s length rubbing that sweet spot inside his ass, and Krijero would come.  Anticipation made his pricks throb.
                “Good boy,” Gelan said.  The approval made Krijero smile.
                He felt the slick, hot prod of velvet-covered iron touch the bud of his ass.  Krijero opened for the invasion, and Gelan slid inside with a sigh.  “Fuck, yes,” the Dramok said.
                He moved in and out, matching the rhythm with that of his hands that continued to masturbate Krijero.  The Imdiko couldn’t withhold a groan.  As always, Gelan had unerringly found his prostate, gliding friction against it fit to make his toes curl.  It was too slow and careful to make him come however.  The Dramok was drawing pleasure out for himself and driving Krijero crazy in the meantime.
                Gelan gave a sudden jerk, and his hands tightened on Krijero’s cocks.  “Son of a ... what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the clan leader said.
                Krijero disobeyed the order to remain still by looking over his shoulder.  Fortunately, Gelan wasn’t looking at him.  He stared over his shoulder at the smugly smiling Wynhod, who stood right behind him.
                The Nobek leered at his Dramok.  “Just keep doing what you’re doing.  Meanwhile, I’ll do you.”
                Gelan jerked again as if trying to buck Wynhod off his back, nearly dislodging himself from Krijero’s asshole.  “Get off me.”
                “Make me.”
                The two men showed fangs at each other.  Krijero watched them wide-eyed.  He waited for Gelan to pull all the way out of him, to turn around and show Wynhod who was boss.
                Instead, the Dramok calmed and gave Wynhod a grin full of threatening promise.  “I’m entirely too comfortable with my cock up this Imdiko’s ass to stop now.  You have your fun but know you’ll pay for it.”
                “I have no doubt of that.”  Wynhod returned the smile.  “And I look forward to it.”
                “Bastard.”  Gelan kissed his clanmate.
                Krijero turned his head forward again, though he would have enjoyed watching the two men with each other.  For Gelan to give up domination over his Nobek so easily seemed to once more indicate a mixed-breed status at the very least. 
                No, Krijero would never let on he thought Gelan wasn’t a pure Dramok, that he might even be more Nobek than not.  Not when Gelan and Wynhod were so obviously right for one another.  They belonged together.  Krijero knew that and smiled a little to know at least two men would have something special for the rest of their lives.
                Gelan pushed deep into him, once more fucking him and rubbing his cocks.  The Imdiko moaned as he found exciting contact with that hot spot.  After a couple of strokes, the power behind them grew stronger.  Strong enough that it lifted him to his toes and made the water slosh about his groin.  He grunted with the force.  Gelan’s cock hit his prostate hard, and the only reason Krijero didn’t scream with the gorgeous bliss was because he suddenly couldn’t breathe.  His palms slapped the floor hard in reaction.
                “Like that?” Gelan gasped.  “You’ve got us both, Imdiko.  Wynhod’s fucking you too, through me.  Two of us, at once.”
                Despite Gelan’s command to be still, Krijero couldn’t have obeyed if his life depended on it.  The thrusts were hard and demanding, sending waves of ecstasy roiling from the base of his spine up into his skull.  Meanwhile, Gelan’s hands pumped his cocks, making pleasure pool heavily at their bases, thudding in time to his quickening heartbeat.  The Dramok’s breathing was like a hurricane in Krijero’s ear.  Gelan and Wynhod were driving him harder and harder, shoving him right off his feet.  His legs kicked wildly, splashing the steaming water all around them.  Krijero clawed at the smooth rock floor, every breath ending in desperate cries, each one more beseeching than the last.
                Boiling heat slid into Krijero’s secondary cock, where it poured and poured until he thought it might burst.  Gelan masturbated him mercilessly, his grip tight and insistent.  The burning elation overflowed into the Imdiko’s larger prick.  He was coming.
                A thick, molten trail flowed into Krijero’s main cock, traveling up the swollen length in a rush.  His entire body stiffened, bracing for the coming cataclysm.  Heat flushed throughout the Imdiko, the last thing he knew before everything went blinding white.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage

                Tasha eyed her surroundings as she stood on the open platform near the top of a blue-leafed tree. The foliage was thick due to the late spring growth, shielding the wood-planked deck from any curious eyes that might be around. And yet she felt watched by avid eyes.
                She took in the platform itself. It boasted little, but enough for her to know it had recently been used. Cushions as long as her body made from furred animal hides lay scattered about. Depressions in their centers spoke of someone – or something – making use of them at some point.
                Tasha inhaled deeply. She smelled the wood of the tree itself, of the deck beneath her bare feet. The leaves had a dusty yet distantly sweet fragrance, much as dried flowers might carry. There was her own light fragrance, a spritz of perfume that wafted from her body. Then there was another scent, something musky and spicy, with a hint of cinnamon...
                She backed toward the trunk of the tree, where the improbable rough spiral staircase wound about its thick circumference. She had padded up its circular path less than a minute before, curiosity about what she’d find driving her forward. Now, feeling those unseen eyes upon her, she headed back that way, trying not to think of the dizzying height that she must descend to reach the ground.
                Tasha turned as she neared the trunk, reaching toward the flimsy-looking railing that wound in tandem with the steps anchored in the massive tree. Her hand froze in midair as her gaze locked with that of a man standing a couple of steps down.
                He was big, his naked torso made of granite muscle. Tasha’s breath caught to see the powerful swells beneath mocha-brown skin. Her gaze skittered down to the tan animal hide tied about his waist, revealing legs as strong as his upper body. His waist-length black hair drifted loose in the breeze, waving like lazy tendrils of fire. His purple, cat-pupiled eyes were narrowed as he looked at her, as if he could drill into her soul with his very gaze. He had sensual lips in defiance of the carved masculinity of his face, and they curled in a knowing smile.
                Tasha took a step back from that ruthless leer. Her legs felt weak all of the sudden. The alien man drained strength from her with the power of that unblinking stare.
                In response to her retreat, he advanced another step, growing taller. His eyes were now at least three inches higher than hers now. He kept climbing, looming bigger. Then he was on the deck with Tasha, towering over her.
                Movement behind him alerted her to the second man on the steps. Tasha took another step back, realizing she didn’t have much room to retreat to. She was going to run out of platform soon.
                The first man’s companion mounted the deck and came around to stand at his side. This one was slighter but no less impressive. His dark face was long. The features would have been haughty had it not been for the warmth in his eyes ... and lust curling his lips. His shaggy hair brushed his wide shoulders, tousled locks that shone blue-black in the dappled light. He also wore a skin loincloth knotted low about his hips.
                And yet a third man appeared. He held Tasha’s gaze more rapt than the first two. Her mouth went dry to see the heavy, brutal brow and the downward scar that started at one corner of his lips, making him seem to scowl fiercely even though she saw a definite smile on his face.
                It was one of many scars which covered his masculine body. He was built just slightly less bulky than the first man who’d gained the platform, and the jagged marks emphasized many of the curves of muscled flesh. Tasha’s gut squeezed tight as she eyed the brute, a savage-looking creature who seemed born to fight and take what he wanted.
                “A Matara has entered our territory,” the first man said. He spoke slowly, as if relishing every word. His low, deep voice struck a chord in Tasha’s body. She shivered.
                The scarred beast lifted his face, his wide nose flaring as he inhaled. “She is ripe for breeding,” he rumbled.
                Tasha’s weakened knees shook even harder. It took all she had to not collapse to the planking.
                The slightest member of the group’s eager smile grew wider still. “Then let us take her.”

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Friday, February 19, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer

            Degorsk growled, put out of temper by pain and arousal.  “Would you fuck me already?  Damn it, you two talk too much!”
            Lidon grabbed his braid and yanked the Imdiko’s head back, forcing it onto his shoulder.  “As you wish,” he growled, watching Degorsk’s face.
            The Nobek worked his cock in and out of Degorsk’s ass, pounding hard against the sore flesh.  Degorsk yelped with every thrust, but the sounds were more need than pained.  Lidon had found that spot, and just beneath the Imdiko’s second cock, something pulsed with every surge into his body.  The whole while he was forced to look into Lidon’s face, that deadly, beautiful face.  The Nobek’s eyes drank in the sight of Degorsk’s erotic suffering and grew darker with every cry the doctor made.
            The pressure beneath Degorsk’s cocks was swelling, growing larger, threatening to burst.  One wail bled into the next as it fed into his pricks, making them so hard they curved up against his body and bounced off his belly with each strong shove Lidon made into him.
            Sweet fire pooled at the base of his front cock.  Degorsk was coming.  As if in slow motion, he felt the delicious burning slide up the shaft, filling it up as a muscular contraction squeezed it tight.
            Thick streams pulsed out, fountaining as he shrieked.  Bursts of agonized elation poured out, raining down on the seat before him.  There was a low roar behind him, and the throb of Lidon’s eruption inside his ass joined in.  The Nobek’s howl rang in his ears.
            Degorsk’s body sagged in Lidon’s grip as the last expulsions left his body.  It was only then that he realized he had come without a hand on his cocks.

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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1

                Jeannie Gardner blinked at her brightly-lit surroundings as enveloping warmth thawed the cold that had begun to penetrate deep into her flesh.
                There were more of the striped animal-men like the pair that had taken her prisoner inside the domed building that made her think of a telescope observatory. Except the dome overhead was made of curved triangles of clear glass that showed the large blue planet that hung in the heavens.
                Podium-like structures made of the same metallic material of the dome’s shell circled the center of the room. Along the curved walls were screens that displayed strange symbols – possibly an alien language, she reasoned; along with one that showed an overhead shot of what was obviously a landscape. There were also screens that were blank.
                After three weeks outside of the alien laboratories – to the best of her calculations, it had been three weeks now – she’d grown used to that bizarre sky with its blue planet that watched over her trials and travels. But the building she was in and the manimals that occupied it ... those were different. Scary. Fascinating. Their rumbling but sibilant speech sounded bizarre but it was not unpleasant.
                Particularly the one that held her close to his body that had started out as hard as steel and now felt every bit as pliant as her flesh. He smelled like the outdoors, a nice, woodsy scent. He looked down on her now, his pupils as shiny as brand-new nickels with eight-pointed starburst pupils. His pointed ears moved, perking towards her as if he waited for her to tell him something particularly clever.
                If not for those weird eyes and ears and the gold, brown, and white-striped skin, his face would be utterly human. He looked like one of those cosplayers that went to comic book conventions, a kind of tiger-zebra-superhero perhaps. Certainly his physique ran in the hyper-masculine superhero direction.
                Holy smokes, he was naked too. Naked with no genitalia. Jeannie was relieved she wasn’t in danger of being ravished by Super Alien Dude and his friend, but a small part of her mind thought it a shame that such a stunning specimen had no equipment.

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