Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Happily ever...well, we'll see. https://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Question of the Week

Q: Is the problem with the Kalquorian females in the eggs, or in the ability to carry to term, or is it both, because, if it is the eggs/ovaries, could they carry a fertilized donor egg from an earth female?

A: The problem is in the x-chromosome, of which females have two. That is why females suffer the most devastating abnormalities and often don't make it past birth (if they make it to birth at all). Keep an eye on Shalia's Diary in the coming months. The issue of a Kalquorian carrying an Earther donor egg will play a part in the eleventh storyline. 

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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

A Matara and her clan. https://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury

              His high-handed attitude infuriated her. Kimi had said she’d be his slave, but as far as she was concerned, they still had yet to establish all the parameters of the agreement. She had every intention of going to Laaruu’s dimension with him, but only to locate Raven and rescue her.

              She also had the added mission of getting the kidnapped women of her world safely home. Laaruu’s disinterest in their fate didn’t sit well with Kimi. It was another strike against him, and one she would take great delight in correcting.

              Pretending to submissively do as he told her, Kimi pulled her shoe laces loose and toed her shoes off. Socks, sweatpants, and shirt followed. She made the movements slow and enticing, wanting the Paatiin distracted by lust. His wide eyes and tented pants crotch informed her that he was indeed enjoying the show.

              Down to her bra and underwear, Kimi grinned saucily. She sauntered close to Laaruu, reaching behind her back as if to unhook her bra. With Laaruu’s gaze locked on her chest and only inches away, she struck.

              Her knee flashed upward, driving towards his avid groin. He reacted, deflecting the blow by twisting to one side so that she caught his thigh instead. Though it wasn’t the disarming hit she’d hoped for, Kimi felt a flash of delight to see him wince and hear a grunt escape him. She pressed her advantage, attacking hard and fast.

              Kimi enjoyed the upper hand for all of perhaps five seconds. She was out of shape. She was weak. She was slow. Laaruu was none of those things. It was humiliating how easily he took her down, using moves Kimi would have thwarted only months ago. It demonstrated better than anything how far she’d fallen.

              Her bathrobe had been slung over the chair where she sat at her vanity when she could be bothered to slather on makeup. Keeping her pinned on the nubby carpet, Laaruu yanked loose the tie. He bound Kimi up, wrists to ankles, forcing her body to curl in a fetal position.

              He knelt beside her trussed form, disgust filling his expression. Kimi squirmed to be stared at that way. Without saying a word, Laaruu managed to make her feel like a pile of shit he’d accidentally stepped in.

              The Paatiin’s tone dripped with revulsion. “Did you think I expected you to obey me? You are a fool to think so badly of me. And I’m a fool to have thought you had any real fight left in you. You call that an attack? It was the most pathetic display I’ve seen.”

              Kimi huddled, ashamed and miserable. She’d once been a badass, capable of beating men twice her weight. Several times her strength. She’d defended herself dozens of times against people determined to hurt her. She’d always won out.

              She didn’t have to be told Laaruu had barely needed to try to fend her off. To put her in this humiliating position. He’d called her pathetic, but that didn’t come close to what she’d become. She was contemptible. Laughable. Absurd.

No release date set.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Matara Shalia of Clan Seot. https://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Question of the Week

Q: Will Nirad, Deg and Gid ever get a book of their own any time soon? I found them very fascinating in Alien Hostage and have been craving them ever since!

A: For those who might not remember, those three men belonged to the clan Tasha was enjoying a jungle fantasy with at the opening of Alien Hostage. They did seem to be super sweethearts, didn't they? But no, at this time I haven't got plans for them. It doesn't mean they won't get an eventual book, but with Clans of Kalquor already planned out for the next couple of years, 'soon' is not in the cards. Sorry!

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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

The answer. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: (Untitled, Clan Ospar)

              Jol made the barest of motions, but his presence was such that everyone looked his way. He gave the owners a confident look. “I swear to keep the director safe, sirs.”

              He had a deadly expression, as if to show them how stupid anyone would be to fuck with someone Jol had agreed to look after. Tebrok and Sallid seemed impressed, from the looks on their faces. As for Ospar, he had to fight the urge to laugh.

              Just what he needed. A posturing Nobek who was probably hoping for an upgrade in pay. Ancestors help him.

              Yet he knew his uncles put his safety ahead of profits and the good of Itga itself. They’d shut the whole damned company down if they thought Ospar’s enemies could actually go through with killing him. Their regard was yet another reason he felt so determined to prove himself to them—and what made it so guilt-maddening to consider leaving Itga for political aspirations.

              With a mix of exasperation and affection, he conceded. “Fine, my uncles. If it will help you sleep better at night and keep Urt from winning Eruz unfairly, I’ll agree to the bodyguard. But once this contract is won, we re-assess the situation.”

              Ospar glared at Jol as he said the last sentence. The man, damn his hide, gazed back with that irritatingly unimpressed stare. Well, Nobek Jol could be as blasé as he wanted. He’d just better remember his place and stay the hell out of Ospar’s way.

No release date set.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Elwa, Queen of Control. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Question of the Week

Q: Can a matara be in a clan that is not into BDSM OR public displays, or is pain/punishment/voyerism just a part of Kalqorian society?

A: The Kalquorians, as a rule, are dominant personalities. The Nobeks particularly get into pain--giving and taking. The Dramoks usually insist on demonstrating they are in control and having lovers acknowledge that control. Some such elements are going to be a part of the Kalquorian men's makeup in most cases, though for Dramoks and Imdikos, it may be acceptable for lovers to simply hand over control without the pain or punishment elements. 

As to a Matara who is into none of that, it will take compromises on both sides to make intimacy work within a full clan. Not impossible, but it would have to be carefully addressed.

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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

Let down. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury

              His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled in malicious delight. “Persuade me that you’re worth sticking my prick in you, my darling. Come on, now. I’m sure you can think of something that will coax me into fucking you?”

              Kimi couldn’t believe his bullshit. “You can’t be serious.”

              “Oh, but I am. I must be absolutely sure you are doing this with full understanding that I only give to you want you ask for.”

              She could have beat the hell out of him. Pulled off that fine, thick cock standing at attention over his groin and hit him over the head with it. Except there was the damned clit stimulator that could go from pleasure to pain in an instant.

              Not to mention the fact his dick would be utterly useless for fucking once pulled off his body.

              Need rode her too hard to think about it for long. She’d give Laaruu what he wanted, get her fuck, and then figure out a way to deal with the sadistic bastard.

              Kimi turned and sank to her knees before him. His eyes darkened, and excitement shone from them. He wanted her. Maybe every bit as much as she wanted him, no button-bug required.

              It got her hot too, seeing how much he desired her. All at once, blowing the man didn’t seem so much like a bribe to get properly laid. The act teetered on the edge of a privilege to perform. A reward for finding her despairing and drunk ass as something to desire.

No release date set.