Wednesday, November 30, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

           Kila’s announce went off, interrupting his conversation with himself. He bared his teeth at the closed door before answering in a polite tone. “Identify.”
              “It’s Chief Engineer Lokmi, Captain.”
              Kila rolled his eyes at the ceiling. Ancestors help me. Speaking of Imdikos with control issues. “Enter.”
              Lokmi stepped in, coming right to the opposite side of Kila’s desk before bowing. He looked shipshape, his uniform without a wrinkle, his hair tied back in neat braid. He was a pain in the ass, but he always looked good. Tasty, even. Kila wondered what he looked like naked.
              The Nobek realized he was still aroused from thinking about Piras, and it was feeding into salacious thoughts about a man he’d only fuck as a punishment. Fortunately, his desk hid the evidence from Lokmi. In a gruff tone, he asked, “What do you want, Chief?”
              He granted Kila a polite smile. “Greetings, Captain. May I inquire as to your mood this afternoon?”
              “Shitty. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to irritate me.” That the man had shown up and acted so pleasant told Kila he was about to do just that. Lokmi looked like he was in far too good a mood to make things better for his captain.
              “Just my luck to catch you in a temper.” The exaggerated sigh only underscored Lokmi’s good humor.
              Kila rubbed his forehead. “What do you want to do to my engines now, you merciless bastard?”
              “It’s not what I want to do with my engines. It’s what I’ve already done.”
              Kila jumped up and glared. “Son of a bitch! I told you we’d have it out if you played around without my permission.”
              Lokmi, damn his sorry hide, didn’t flinch. “Yes, Captain. You did tell me that. I ignored you with good reason.”
              Kila seethed. “There is no good reason. None. You will be disciplined this time. So tell me why I’m about to pound you into next week?”
              “I stole another second of your precious boost. You still have five seconds’ worth that I swear on my mother’s name I will not touch.”
              “Yes, Captain. I’ve never claimed otherwise.”
              Kila was already planning how to best dish out the pain his chief engineer had coming. Yet he was curious to know what Lokmi had been up to. “What does this second of lost speed get me?”
              “Traction repel.” The Imdiko was damned near gloating with pleasure. “You remember how I pointed out that the shielding suffers during your speed burst? That hunter-killers could conceivably grab hold of the ship in a traction field? Now they can’t. I thought there was no way around the problem, but I found it. An exterior anti-grav pulse, tied directly into the boost!”
              Kila was impressed with Lokmi’s elegant solution, but he didn’t want to admit it. He was at the point where he wanted to beat on someone. He needed a release for the pent-up frustration brought on by Piras’s baggage and Lokmi’s insistence on fucking around with his engines.
              He growled, “There was damned little chance Bi’isils would be able to react fast enough to snag us with a traction field.”
              “Little chance is still a chance. I’ve eradicated that.” Lokmi refused to be deterred from the delight of his accomplishment. He damned near glowed with joy.
              “Fine. Keep it. But I still owe you discipline for doing it without my blessing.”
              The Imdiko shrugged. “Shall I stand stoic and take it, or would you like me to fight back?”
              Kila eyed the insolent Lokmi. Damn, he’d like to knock him down. Beat him to the ground and then pound him in a different fashion. Already his cocks grew heavy at the idea of fighting and fucking.
              He flashed his blood-freezing, ferocious grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got, dual-breed. Any training besides basic combat? Your file mentioned martial arts.”
              Lokmi looked delighted, the crazy bastard. “I’m an odikan. Master level.”
              “I’ve never faced someone using that discipline before. It uses your opponent’s weaknesses against him, right?”
              “That’s part of it. It demands calm and control, which is why most Nobeks aren’t familiar with the practice.”
              Kila was intrigued. What mistakes in his fighting style would Lokmi find to exploit? “I look forward to seeing how effective odikan is against a pissed-off Nobek captain. Prepare yourself, Chief.”
              Lokmi nodded. His grin was replaced by serene concentration as he bladed his body and crouched. He kept his face towards Kila as the captain came around the desk, watching him carefully.
              Kila took his time, eyeing Lokmi’s stance, the watchfulness of his gaze, the ease of his movements as they circled each other. Since Lokmi’s fighting style relied on reacting to an opponent, it would be up to the Nobek to make the first move. Already that put Kila at a disadvantage. Lokmi wouldn’t give up any of his limitations until after the combat began.
              So be it. He had measured his foe as best he could. It was time to see if he could beat him.
              Just as Kila was about to lunge at Lokmi, the door announce went off. Kila bared his teeth and shouted, “I’m busy, damn it all. Fuck off!”
              A cold voice entered the room. “I think you’d better rephrase your welcome, Captain Kila.”
              The Nobek froze to hear the clipped tone. Lokmi went still as well, catching the Kila’s mood. He whispered, “Who is it, Captain?”
              Kila straightened from his fight crouch and whispered back, “Bloody damned Rear Admiral Piras.” He thought of adding, the man I screwed the living hell out of last night. The man I pissed the fuck off this morning to the point where he wanted to kill me.

Releasing December 16

Friday, November 25, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Unholy Union

“It’s yours, my love,” he whispered.  “All I possess belongs to you for as long as you’re with me.”

“Including you?”  Elaine reached back to caress his slightly raspy cheek.

“Especially me.”  

Ash’s hands moved up to caress her breasts.  Desire stabbed her body, and she arched against him.  His fingers circled her nipples, bringing them to sharp points.  He teased them through her shirt, and liquid warmth flowed between Elaine’s legs.  She wriggled back against him, feeling his erection hard against her buttocks.

Ash unbuttoned her shirt in front of the window.  She didn’t offer any resistance or complaint as he stripped her torso naked despite the exposure.  Maybe someone watched.  She hoped so.

He turned her so he could fill his mouth with the naked mounds.  Elaine’s head fell back and she moaned her pleasure to the dim recessed lights in the ceiling overhead.  His cool mouth felt so good, the powerful sucks drawing her deep into his maw.  She trembled as his tongue swirled over the sensitized flesh.

While he held her close, his hand slid up and over her buttocks to the button at the back of her skirt.  Ash loosened it with practiced ease, and slid the zipper down.  Her skirt dropped to her high-heeled feet, and he clutched her rear greedily.

His mouth froze on her breast, and he slowly disengaged from the reddened skin.  He stood to his full height and looked down on her with a frown.

“You’re wearing panties, Elaine.”

She dropped her eyes, fighting off the smile that wanted to stretch her lips.  The heat in her belly grew.  “Oops.  I must have forgotten.”

Ash’s hand moved to her breast and clutched hard.  She gasped at the pressure but made no move to pull away.  

“You disobeyed my one order?  I’ll have to punish you, you know.”

“Yes sir.”  The smile was getting harder to fend off.

Ash led her to a chair next to the window.  He guided her hands to hold one armrest.  “Bend over.  My bad girl is getting a spanking.  Legs apart.”

In the heels, her ass tilted high in the air.  Elaine’s breath came quickly as Ash tugged the offending panties down, exposing her buttocks.  She licked her lips.

Ash grinned as he looked over the pale orbs offered to him.  His talented beauty was wasting no time in embracing her new life.  Well, if she was ready to live her fantasies…

He cracked his palm on her ass.  She jerked in response, her breath catching.  Her hands clenched the chair arm.  A throaty moan hung in the air. 

Ash’s groin swelled.  He rained discipline on her vulnerable flesh, turning the sweet orbs pink, then red.  Elaine flinched with every stinging blow, making tiny sounds of pain as he spanked her hard and fast.  Her utter submission was sweet to him, and he rewarded it by being strong and unmerciful.  He spanked her until heat radiated from her lovely crimson ass.

As soon as he stopped punishing Elaine, Ash said, “Don’t move.  Stay right where you are.”

Her breath sobbed in and out, but she obeyed.  Ash rubbed his hand over her folds and groaned to find her soaked.  His little Elaine had enjoyed her chastisement all right.  He thought he might explode with need for her.

He released his throbbing length with shaking hands, maneuvering into position.  There was no ability left to him for tenderness.  He plunged deep into her warmth with no warning.

Elaine cried out at the sudden impaling.  Her sleeve clutched around him in shock, and he backed out only to make her take him hard and fast again.  She shuddered but surrendered to the punishment of his hard use.  For a wonder, she even thrust back to greet his powerful pumps into her core.  Her soft keen told him she was closing in on eruption.  He opened his being to accept her gift.

Her soft passage convulsed, and her scream rang in his ears.  And here it was, that sweet rush of warm life filling him, bringing forth his own pleasure in toe-curling spasms, wrenching ecstasy from his loins.  Ash battered against her, bringing her anew to be washed in fresh waves of her bright energy.  He soaked her in, pulling one last sweet convulsion from her body as the last pulse of seed left his body.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Kila scowled. He’d looked forward to beating someone up. And then fucking that someone. He still had cause since Lokmi had gone against orders before explaining why he was doing so, but anyone with half a brain would know it was a shitty reason. Lokmi’s changes were far better than what had been in place. Changes Kila had made. Yep, tearing the Imdiko apart would look too much like jealousy under the circumstances.
              The chief engineer must have sensed his victory, because he pressed on. “You’ve got six seconds of crazy speed, more than what you needed against the situation you encountered seven months ago against that Bi’is hunter-killer.”
              “You’ve ruined my excitement to turn a crappy night around. You know that? I really needed to kick someone’s ass.”
              “Your night would have gotten worse had I beat the hell out of you.”
              Kila burst into laughter. “What a class-A fuck-over this is. I’m stuck with an Imdiko who talks like a Dramok, and a Dramok who won’t behave like one. But why not? We’re at war with a group threatening to destroy the Empire if we don’t let them destroy the Empire! Why should anything make sense?”
              Lokmi watched him, tension bleeding from him as Kila continued to guffaw. He looked confused, but he offered his captain a patient smile. “Am I to assume you approve of my changes to our precious engines then?”
              Kila shook his head and fell back onto his chair, the last of the laughter dying off. “Fine, Chief. Next time you decide to defy me, at least do me the kindness of explaining it beforehand. That way I’m not disappointed over not getting to wear your ass out.” He looked the engineer up and down without bothering to disguise his appreciation. Lokmi did have a most delightful physique. That made two missed opportunities in one night.
              It looked like yet another date with his hand was in order. Kila sighed and waved the other man away. “Dismissed.”
              Lokmi bowed and headed toward the door. Just before stepping out, he turned and grinned at Kila. “So it wasn’t just a fight I missed out on? Damn, Captain. I might have waited to tell you the truth had I known how the discipline would have ended up.” He left with a wink and blatant leer.
              Kila snickered again. He told the door that had closed behind the Imdiko, “You tempting bastard. Do me the favor of ignoring my orders. I’ll show you exactly what you missed until you scream for mercy. Then I’ll throw your smug hide off my ship.” 

Releasing December 16.