Thursday, February 28, 2019

TBT: Alien Rule

As if thinking of Jessica summoned her, the music began again, signaling the final dance.  Clajak and Bevau turned from the view of Egilka driving his groin against the Plasian’s face to watch Jessica and Michaela dash to the spotlighted center of the room.  They faced each other, nearly touching breast to breast, their expressions fierce.  They began dancing, their movements a simulated struggle against one another, as if fighting for supremacy.  Perspiration made their silken flesh gleam, and Clajak thought of how soft Jessica had been in his arms, of the musky scent that exuded from her pores.  He tasted again the sweet mounds of her breasts filling his mouth, her nipples hard pebbles against his tongue.

“Why was she so mad with us?” he wondered out loud.

Behind him, Egilka emitted a low howl, his climax ripping through him.  Clajak knew his clanmate liked to prolong his couplings.  For the stoic Imdiko to have given up his pleasure so quickly proved how thrilling he’d found the Earther’s body.  Maybe there was hope for Egilka after all.

Bevau’s voice was wistful as he watched the Earthers engaged in choreographed battle.  “At least we know she enjoys being touched.  Jessica McInness is one less female Govi will have to treat.  It’s too bad she doesn’t like us.”

Clajak smiled, his eyes roaming over the body his hands and mouth had enjoyed a few minutes before.  “Don’t sound so disappointed, my Nobek.  I’ll change her mind about us, and you will have your chance to feel the warmth of an Earther.”

The women ended their simulated fight to gracefully beseech the audience for favor.  While Jessica went in the opposite direction, Michaela approached Clajak’s clan.  As beautiful as the intersexual was, as potent as the dance she beguiled them with, Clajak had to force himself to not look at Jessica.

I will have you, my reluctant Earther.  No amount of resistance will stop me, he vowed.

Egilka, a relaxed smile on his face, returned to his place by Clajak’s side.  He even joined his clanmates in applauding as Michaela danced for them.

 
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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

WIP Wednesday: Righteous Fury


A lover filled with guilt...


“Are we on the space station?”
              “The medical wing where you were supposed to be taken.” Laaruu sagged, his expression drowning in remorse. “Kimi, I’m so sorry. I never should have let you out of my sight. What happened is my fault. You have every right to hate me.”
              “Don’t be ridiculous.” After the way he’d rushed in to rescue her from certain horrible death? She’d have pardoned him for just about anything for saving her.
              “You can’t say what happened was forgivable. It’s not. My stupidity could have gotten you killed. As it is, what happened—” His voice caught, keeping him from continuing.
              “Okay, you could have been a little more cautious with letting me roam off with strangers. But hey, I lived to tell the tale. I’m not mad, Laaruu. I don’t hate you.” She squeezed his shoulder.
              This was not the self-assured Paatiin who’d thwarted her attempts to kill herself with the bottle. Laaruu was a man deep in the throes of the kind of guilt that could destroy his soul.
              Familiar territory for Kimi.

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