Monday, August 29, 2016
We've reached the end of another storyline. As those who follow my Wicked Words blog know, there have been delays in my writing the next one. It is coming, everyone! The timeframe as of now looks like mid-October. I will keep you informed as to exactly when the next book is scheduled for release and when this blog will resume.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Still, her stomach dipped and dived with mounting need. Her sex had achieved a will of its own, grasping at the hard appendage filling it, trying to draw it deeper. Her clitoris swelled and expanded, emerging from its hood to reach desperately for that contact that kept just out of attainment.
Miv moved with such care and yet he made her nearly insane with need. At last Katherine had to beg or go mad.
“Please, my Nobek?”
“What are you asking me for?” he asked. His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
“More. Faster. Harder. I want you to touch me.” She heard the desperation in her voice and didn’t care.
He mused over her plaintive request for a moment. “I am not in any hurry, my Matara. But I will touch you, a little.”
His finger and thumb closed over the shaft of her eager clit, not truly gripping but only lightly enclosing. Miv stroked its length, her copious moisture making it easy to slide up and down. Though the touch was ephemeral in its delicacy, Katherine’s lower body seized with intense strength. She jerked against her captors, her cry ringing through the room.
As if Miv’s fondling wasn’t enough, Simdow and Vadef began stroking her breasts and abdomen, the contact they made just as soft as the Nobek’s. Every caress brought a cascade of heat and effervescent sensation to her flesh, zapping down in arrow strikes to her demanding clitoris. Had she been suffering before? Now the tumult had been exquisitely tuned to a high pitch and Katherine nearly screamed from want.
Her sex strained for release, almost desperate to discharge the ballooning pressure. Katherine felt swollen with ecstasy. Even the measured friction of Miv’s movements within her passages had become flashpoints of smoldering embers, feeding the greater inferno fighting to escape. The Nobek had her right on the verge of eruption, and there he held her, not letting her cool for an instant but yet not allowing the final explosion.
Simdow tugged on one nipple, adding to the din that made Katherine insensible to everything but profound and agonizing expectation. Vadef stroked over her stomach, his touch seeming to transmit from the surface to deep within to join the tangled mass of need. And still Miv stroked the sides of her most sensitive flesh, dangling her just out of reach of satiety’s claws.
Tears spilled from Katherine’s eyes. Her mouth opened and a scream unfurled, pealing long and tormented. “Miiiiiv!”
“Yes, my Matara. Come for me.”
His finger tapped the exposed and straining tip of her clitoris. Keyed up to the breaking point, Katherine finally detonated, her whole being flying outward like a bursting star. Each discharge fed into another ignition. She seemed to be the epicenter of the start of creation itself, a churning, heaving expulsion, blasting the components of existence far and wide.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
Friday, August 19, 2016
Gelan leaned close to deliver one of his body-melting kisses. His hand wrapped around Krijero’s primary dick at the base. As he delivered a languorous tasting to Krijero’s mouth, he stroked Krijero’s slick cock up to the tip in a firm grip. The Imdiko cried out in Gelan’s mouth, his ass coming up off the bed surface as delicious sensation licked its way through his loins.
Gelan stroked again, down and back up. A heady surge poured heat into Krijero’s secondary prick. He balled up the bedding in his fists. Damn, it felt good to be handled this way. In the last year, his two lovers had learned exactly how to fondle him, what pressure he liked best, where to touch, everything. Krijero often thought they knew his body and its responses better than he did.
Gelan released the kiss and his cock, much to the Imdiko’s dismay. Krijero made a plaintive sound at the retreating Dramok.
“I’ve got you,” Wynhod whispered.
The Nobek’s more primitive face lowered down to Krijero’s, and he parted his lips for the coming kiss. Just as Wynhod’s tongue traced a wet path over his lips, the enforcer’s hand replaced Gelan’s on his cock. Krijero moaned and tried to jerk his hips forward, wanting to move in that wondrous tight grip. However, Gelan’s earlier command to keep still held his body down.
It turned out he didn’t need to move. Wynhod’s hand worked up and down his length as he slid his tongue into Krijero’s mouth, seeking and tasting fully. The Imdiko stroked his tongue over Wynhod’s, enticing him to remain. Meanwhile, erotic heat billowed throughout his groin as the Nobek kept masturbating him.
A slick touch traced gently around Krijero’s anus. He couldn’t contain the anticipatory shudder that traveled up his spine as Gelan’s thick fingers teased the puckered bud, sending extra thrills all through his body. As Wynhod continued to kiss him, Gelan’s warm mouth covered one of Krijero’s nipples, licking and sucking to bring electric excitement zapping straight down to his pricks.
Two of Gelan’s fingers pressed on the Imdiko’s entrance. Krijero relaxed into the unspoken demand, opening to allow the invaders inside. Coated in Krijero’s juices, the fingers entered him easily.
Gelan probed for the Imdiko’s cum spot, finding it almost right away. A blast of pure carnal need shot up Krijero’s spine, detonating in his skull and making him yell into Wynhod’s mouth. His cocks tightened and swelled. He was suddenly much more sensitive to the hand working him with long, quick strokes. Boiling ecstasy filled the second cock and shoved upward to threaten the primary. He was on the brink of spilling.
Krijero shook his head, trying to free himself of Wynhod’s kiss to warn them. Apparently divining the issue, Gelan stopped teasing his nipple to whisper, “Easy, Krijero. Let it go. Come for us.”
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Tranis peered up at him from over his shoulder. “Terrific. I’ve got a monster cock up my ass. How do you stand it?”
Degorsk snickered and shook his head. “Oh, you get used to it.”
Get used to a dick splitting him in two? Tranis couldn’t imagine it. “I wish you’d stop laughing at me.”
Degorsk’s grin widened. “Sorry. It’s just so much drama when I know what’s coming next.”
Tranis frowned. “What?”
“This.” Degorsk’s hips moved back, slowly emptying Tranis.
It was a relief to have that girth slipping out. More than a relief in fact. It was almost arousing. Tranis’ much diminished erection twitched with renewed life as the friction sparked deep within.
Degorsk pressed back in, shifting to change the angle of entrance. His cock slid over that hot spot his fingers had found earlier. A blast of sheer pleasure billowed through Tranis’ groin, bringing his cocks to rigid attention. His head came up and he shouted at the ceiling.
“Oh yes. Now you’re getting the idea,” Degorsk said in approval.
Degorsk began fucking him in earnest, slowly, steadily, striking that cum spot each and every time with perfect precision. Tranis gasped with every stroke, heavy pleasure gathering in a ball at the base of his cocks. He forgot all about how unnatural it felt to be beneath another. The ache of being taken faded under the growing bliss of being handled by a man who knew what he was doing. Indeed, the Dramok strained against the hovercuffs holding him hostage, trying to buck harder and faster against Degorsk. The need to climax was robbing him of any kind of restraint. The heat had spilled into his back cock, where it pulsed demandingly, begging for the Imdiko to take him without mercy.
“Please, Degorsk,” he moaned.
A strong hand closed over his front prick near the tip. Tranis uttered a small scream as Degorsk’s thumb swept over the opening, discovering the wetness weeping from there. Pleasure surged, eager to spill into and out of his forward cock. Tranis shuddered all over, moments from climax.
“Good, Tranis. But it’s not quite time yet. Only the ancestors know when you’ll allow yourself to surrender again, and I intend to get every moment of enjoyment from this that I can.”
The Imdiko’s hand moved down to the base of his primary cock, the firm grip strangling off the impending orgasm. Tranis pounded his forehead against the soft sleeping mat in frustration. He had no choice but to lie there helpless as Degorsk took all the time he wanted to enjoy his ass, climax boiling just behind the tight fist holding it back.
Degorsk continued to thrust hard against that delicious spot, torturing Tranis with vicious pleasure. He moved easily within him now, and there was no hint of pain. There was only devouring demand that he be fucked and his cock released to spew its pleasure. Every explosion of breath that left his lungs was a plea for release.
“How does it feel, Tranis?” Degorsk asked.
Tranis only shrieked between tightly clenched teeth. He didn’t want to have a conversation, damn it! He wanted to climax!
“I asked how it feels. Answer me,” the Imdiko growled. A hand slapped Tranis’ ass stingingly.
The heat somehow only made the need to come worse. Every sensation fed the Dramok’s desperation.
“It feels like I’m going to fucking explode,” he howled, except it sounded an awful lot like he was sobbing instead.
“Does it feel good?”
The son of a bitch was determined to make him admit he was enjoying submitting. Which wasn’t true at all; Tranis was simply liking the sensations the very talented Imdiko was treating him to.
Like? Fuck that. Tranis had never been so aroused, so desperate for climax his entire life. And if the only way to relieve that brutal need was to make Degorsk happy, he’d do it.
“It feels wonderful. I love having your cock up my ass. Being fucked by you is the single greatest event in my life. Damn it, Degorsk, please!”
Degorsk laughed breathlessly. “Somehow I doubt all that, but I believe we’ve both suffered enough. Let’s do this.”
With that, the Imdiko pounded furiously into him, his groin making whipcrack sounds against Tranis’ rear. His cock now drove mercilessly against the hot spot, and the swollen sensation of need doubled, tripled, quadrupled. Tranis shrieked into the bed linens as elation became torture.
Then Degorsk was pumping his cock hard, jerking him off with powerful strokes. “Come, Tranis!”
White light and a roaring filled Tranis’ senses. Cum poured into his primary dick in a molten stream, then burst free in violent pulses. He screamed and screamed and screamed as all that raw passion finally shot from him, bathing his belly and chest.