Thursday, March 31, 2016
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Before he could justify his words, Nex signaled to them to come over. The pair rejoined the men still crowded around Jeannie. She smiled at Kren as he approached, and his hearts softened. No, he could not bear to see her exterminated.
Nex started his report. “No venom pits around her teeth. She isn’t poisonous. Her teeth are all blunt. She could do damage with them, but not if we armor skin.”
Arga pursed his lips. “What defenses does she have?”
“Physically? Not much. Not against one of us. But her brain size is on par with ours.”
Kren said, “So we can assume high intelligence.”
“She needs it with so few fighting characteristics.” Nex lowered his voice as if the human could understand him. “Get this: she only has one heart. One liver. A lot of the other stuff is redundant like us, but not those organs.”
Arga’s startled exclamation rose over the others’. “What? What’s she supposed to do if those are damaged or fail?”
Nex shrugged. “Die.”
Bort spoke slowly, his tone incredulous. “No way she’s made in a Monsudan lab, Kren. They’d never create such a weak thing.”
Kren agreed, but he knew the obstacles facing the female. “Tell that to the elders. They may not allow her to live before we can prove it.”
The men glanced at each other. Jeannie’s brows had drawn together as they spoke, as if she realized they discussed weighty matters. Did she know her life hung in the balance? Kren hoped not. The last thing he wanted was for her to be more afraid than she already was.
Nex licked his lips and spoke carefully. “Don’t take this wrong, but – well, maybe you could delay contacting the Assembly? Not for long, of course,” he rushed to add. “Maybe a day? Two?”
After Arga’s shocked reaction to Kren’s earlier statement, he had to answer as the Enforcement Leader he was. “You know we’ll face censure for such a delay.”
Pon was young enough to speak more rebelliously than most. “Come on, Kren. Look at her. She’s too sweet to euthanize without getting the chance to prove she’s not a Bug Bit. Just long enough to consult with a scholar who might know what she is.”
Arga surprised Kren by somewhat reversing his stance. “What about Mekay or Pas? They know arcane better than anyone. Make it Mekay, and we might not get burned for not approaching the entire Assembly. He is an Elder, after all.”
Kren had never been more grateful to his friend and partner than that moment. “Mekay would be perfect. If we go to him, it’s not like we would be concealing her after all.”
The entire group looked relieved at the compromise. Nex grinned and patted Jeannie on the head. “I think we’ve bought you another day, Jeannie the Hyoo-man.”
She gave him a pained smile, as if to respond to his friendliness while disliking the patronizing head-pat gesture. Nex didn’t seem to pick up on her polite dismay.
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Monday, March 28, 2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
The Shalia's Diary blog wraps the current storyline on Thursday. Shalia's Diary Book 7 will release on Friday, April 1. The blog will have a short hiatus and posts will resume for the newest storyline on Monday, April 19. But you don't have to wait that long to read the newest tale because...
If all goes according to plan, Shalia's Diary Book 8 will be available for sale as an e-book for $2.99 on April 8. Once all of the entries from Shalia 8 have been posted to the Shalia's Diary blog, the e-book price will drop to the usual 99 cents. So you have the options of:
1. Enjoying it early in its entirety,
2. Enjoying it on the blog for free and with the usual angst/thrill of anticipating the next entry, or
3. Waiting a few months to have it all at once for the usual price.
By the way: The men for these two books ... OMG. Erin is determined to make my eyes fall out of my head with her covers.
I am still locking down a release date for Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage, but it will definitely happen later in April. I did not plan to release 3 books in one month, but circumstances made it that way. Hopefully I will have a date to report for CoK10 on next week's regular update, along with an important message for readers outside North America. I will also give you some idea of what's to come in Shalia's Diary Book 8.
Obviously, I am crazy busy right now with 3 books coming out so fast. Please excuse continued delays in getting back to messages. But then, who wants to talk to me when you've got a deluge of Kalquorians to enjoy?
Happy Easter, everyone!
Friday, March 25, 2016
Before he could worry over the ramifications of that, Rajhir grabbed his prick. Flencik yelped as sizzling sensation filled his groin. His hips jerked, and he clutched Rajhir’s thighs.
“Easy,” Rajhir said. “Relax, Flencik. Just a moment more, and you’ll be inside me.”
Flencik panted. Feeling the Dramok’s fingers around him was almost enough to release the climax he’d been denied earlier. The little bit of lucidity he’d regained had fled with that touch.
Rajhir crooned to him as he placed the tip of Flencik’s cock against his asshole. “Calm down. I know you want this, so keep control a little longer. That’s it. Good, Imdiko. Deep breath. Hold it just one second. Let it out. Okay, here we go.”
The Dramok lowered, impaling himself on Flencik’s length. Gorgeous pressure surrounded his livid cock as he was sheathed inside tight warmth. Heat surged in his secondary prick and Flencik fought with everything he had to not yank Rajhir down.
“Easy. Concentrate on breathing, Flencik. Focus on that, not the rest.”
Flencik tried to listen to the commanding voice and his breath. He stared into Rajhir’s face, noting the tightness around his lover’s mouth. The Imdiko was a big man, and he knew that though Rajhir had stretched himself with the plug, he still had to go slow to adjust to Flencik’s girth.
That Rajhir gave himself in this way flooded Flencik’s heart with adoration. He knew in that instant he was lost.
It gave him the strength to resist the climax that tried to happen. This was not a small demonstration on the Dramok’s part. He might not be in love with Flencik, and he might never make the offer to clan. Yet there had to be some real inclination in that direction or Rajhir would not be making the effort he was. It was that simple.
At last Rajhir was seated on Flencik’s groin, having absorbed the entirety of his endowment. His jaw was tight, but he smiled anyway. “How do I feel, Imdiko?”
Flencik reached up to caress that beautiful face. “Like paradise, Rajhir. Thank you for letting me have such an amazing gift.”
Rajhir’s smile grew to one of real delight. “You really are too good for me. Let’s see if I can keep you too busy to realize that.”
He lifted his hips, releasing Flencik slowly, gorgeously. The Imdiko groaned to slide through that tight grip. He writhed beneath his lover, battling to remain in control.
“Oh yes,” Rajhir whispered. “Feel me holding you, clenched all around you. I bet you don’t last three strokes.”
Flencik gritted his teeth, feeling a flash of aggression at the challenge. “I say five. It will fucking kill me, but I can hold off for five strokes. Winner gets sucked off to orgasm next time we get together.”
“Oh, a competitive Imdiko. That’s exciting. I’ll take that bet. What happens if you lose it on the fourth stroke?”
“I don’t know. Call it even and have a sixty-nine?”
Rajhir laughed. “Done.”
He plunged down, taking Flencik deep and fast. The Imdiko’s mouth yawned wide with a soundless bellow as his lower body seized with a contraction. Cum boiled in his secondary cock and started to move up, shoving towards his primary.
Rajhir grinned. “Oh yeah. I’m going to win.”
His ass bounced up and down, stroking Flencik without mercy. A stream of fire shoved its way past the clenched knot between the Imdiko’s cocks. He howled and pushed at Rajhir. The Dramok grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground. His face lit with triumph.
“I’ve got you now. Here you come.”
Rajhir raised his hips and paused for an instant before his ass swallowed Flencik’s cock once more.
The molten river slid inexorably into Flencik’s larger prick, licking its way down to the tip. It moved to the threshold of expulsion, just a hairs-breadth from streaming into Rajhir’s flesh.
“Son of a bitch. Well, a mutual suck-off is a decent consolation prize. You are coming right now though.”
Rajhir released Flencik to the tip and engulfed him once more. The tight, clenching confines of his passage, so hot and soft, drove against his sensitized flesh with friction that would not be denied.
Something kicked deep in Flencik’s core. The fiery stream of cum blasted through his prick, shooting deep into Rajhir’s ass with a force that made the Imdiko scream. Pulse after pulse of brutal elation spurted out, releasing with explosive power. Flencik felt himself shatter under its terrible energy.
Rajhir continued to ride him, flexing the tight channel that encased him, milking him dry of every drop. He didn’t stop until Flencik lay limp beneath him, his breaths coming in weak sobs.