Friday, January 27, 2017

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption






He kissed his way up from her breasts.  Rachel’s chin lifted, unconsciously offering her vulnerable throat to him.  She didn’t realize how submissive the gesture was until the Nobek’s mouth closed over the slender column and his fangs sunk in for a third time.  She cried out and once more tried to rub her crotch against his, desperate for more pleasure to go with the heady delights of erotic pain.  His weight held her still, making her lay still as he pumped more intoxicant into her system.

Euphoria made her limbs lax.  Her legs tumbled from his hips to lay wide open on either side of his thighs.  She couldn’t summon the strength to struggle against him.  He was making her helpless not just physically, but mentally as well.

Sletran released the bite.  “Now you will refuse me nothing.  You are mine, little Ray-Ray, in every possible way.”

I already was, you dominating thug.  But I’m not complaining.  Not one damned bit.

He let her wrists go.  “Keep your hands there.  You will obey.”

“Eryi.”

Her acquiescence brought a growl trickling from his lips.  “Stay right here.  Do not move a muscle.”

His weight suddenly disappeared.  Rachel blinked to see him rummaging through the drawer that held the vibrator and dildo Erybet had tormented her with the day before.  She trembled at the memory.

What Sletran brought out was a flat black double strap, shaped in an ‘x’.  The middle of the fabric piece was thickly padded.  The four ends were looped, like cuffs.

The Nobek returned to her.  He slipped the padded part behind her neck, leaving two straps on either side of her.  He worked quickly, securing loops just above her knees and around her ankles.

When he was done, Rachel’s legs were wide open, her knees and feet held up in the air by the tension of the short straps.  She was splayed, the weight of her legs held by the strap behind her neck.

“Gorgeous,” Sletran breathed.  His half-lidded eyes were dark as he looked down on her, his breath heaving his sculpted chest.  His thumbs hooked the waistband of his shorts, and he dragged the fabric down.  His primary cock sprang loose, so hard it nearly slapped his lower belly as it escaped its confines.  The second cock appeared next.  Both glistened wetly with the cinnamon-scented lubrication he secreted.  The dark skin of him was almost purple, and veins stood out on each appendage.  Rachel’s pussy flexed, aching to be filled with him.

“Krewet,” she moaned.  Her voice had a desperate edge to it.

Sletran stared at her mound.  His fingers stroked through the tight, soft curls there.  “I think I would like to see this entirely bare,” he whispered.  He was gone in a blur of motion once more.  Rachel heard him rummaging in the facility, and she warbled a plea in that direction.

The Nobek was between her legs a moment later, a thick towel and slim instrument in his hands.  He slid the towel beneath her buttocks and switched the instrument on.  A low hum muttered through the air and Rachel tensed.  Another vibrating toy?

Sletran touched it to the upper edge of her pubic triangle and stroked down.  Rachel gasped to see the black swirls of hair fall away, revealing the dark chocolate skin beneath.  He was shaving her.

Flesh not bare for years was made smooth.  Rachel jerked to feel the slightest breeze against her most secret parts.  Sletran worked with efficiency, wielding the shaver with gentle strokes until the last soft sprig had been eliminated.  Then he folded the towel up and dropped it to the floor next to the sleeping mat.

She felt very, very naked without her nether curls.  Every current of air felt blatant against her flesh, as if the very atmosphere was determined to have its way with her.  She writhed, unable to stop herself.

Sletran grinned.  “Such a beautiful pussy.  I have wanted to see it this way from the beginning.”

His hand slid against her slit, nestling in to rub the soft petals.  Meanwhile, his thumb drew tight circles around her clit.  Rachel jerked against his touch, groaning with need.  The thick, calloused fingers massaged up and down, spreading her juices all the way down to her anus.

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Friday, January 13, 2017

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead







I stepped close to Dan, so that my breasts rubbed against the fine dusting of crisp hairs on his chest. He’d made his shirt disappear at some point. 


Dan’s only got about four inches of height on me, so all our good parts touch. As my rigid, clamped nipples moved against him, he finally took his attention away from Tristan. The intensity of his expression turned from anger to lust. Thank goodness. Hooray for the power of boobies.


His kiss was one of pure territorial possession. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue, tasting of me, swept through my mouth to claim all. I was almost dizzy as I melted against him. His pants dissolved, and it was all burning male wedged hard and pulsing between us.


As he plundered my mouth, I rubbed eagerly against him, trying to make contact between clit and cock. I wrapped one leg around his thigh. He growled, as feral as a were, and picked me up. I circled my other leg around him, holding tight.


A few steps and my butt bumped against the edge of one of the library’s reading tables. Dan laid me down on the hard surface. When he rose, pulling the sweetness of his lips from mine, it took all I had to keep my hands clenched behind my neck instead of yankiSng him back. I so didn’t want him gone.


Dan grabbed a chair and slid it over. “Now where was I?” he wondered out loud. He looked down at my pussy grinding against him. “Oh yes. I remember now.”


He pulled my legs apart and sat between them. I panted as he scooted his chair close. His face hovered just over my mons. Oh glory. He was going to finish what he started. I whimpered and thrust my hips up.


“Usually, I’d make you wait a very long time for being so insistent,” he grinned, going all uber-Dom on me. “But the object of this game is to give you what you want, so—”


With that, he went down on me, his mouth seizing my clit. He sucked hard, creating dimples in his cheeks. His tongue lashed the swollen cluster of nerve endings with brutal force.


A cry tore from my lips as lightning flashed through my senses. My nether parts clenched like a fist, drawing tighter, tighter. The pleasure was too much, almost painful. My hips jerked with an instinctive need to free me from the agonizing ecstasy. His hands clamped down, holding me still and helpless to the table as he continued the onslaught.


Climax ripped through me with great, bloody claws. I shrieked fit to split the heavens wide open as my innards heaved. My body flailed, unable to take the ecstatic hell pouring through it.


I sobbed as my body pulsed in the aftermath. “That’s one,” I heard Dan say from far away.





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