Friday Fiver Challenge

It's that time again. Here are five clues pointing to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you guess who it is?

1. Older doesn't necessarily mean experienced...but I'm happy to learn.

2. I won't sing for my supper, but I'll sing and bring you supper.

3. I prefer to sneak around the back halls.

4. Travel the universe! Meet aliens! Get caught in an uprising! Find the men of your dreams!

5. I know the way to a man's heart and am happy to use it.

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Refuge

“Nothing happens that you don’t want,” he said, his voice softly raspy.  “Tell me what you want, Iris.”

She didn’t even have to think about it.  “Hold me.  Kiss me.”

His pupils widened.  A strong band of steel circled her waist, pulling Iris close to the man sitting next to her.  As if in a dream, Ospar’s handsome face drifted down to hers.  She closed her eyes.  The softest of touches caressed her lips, a slow sliding of the Kalquorian’s mouth against hers.  It closed around first her lower lip, then the upper, as if testing the softness.  Then it settled firmly over her mouth.  She felt the hardness of his teeth through the kiss.

Iris sighed, her lips parting beneath Ospar’s.  He took the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue between them, a careful tasting.  Iris opened her mouth more, inviting him in.  He accepted the invitation, his warm tongue reaching in to stroke hers, soft and slow.

It was as gently raspy as his voice, like rough velvet rubbed in the wrong direction.  Ospar’s flavor was salty musk.  Somehow primitive, with an undercurrent that Iris could only have described as masculine.  Tasting him made her chilled insides heat suddenly.  She moaned.

Ospar responded to the sound with a moan of his own.  He held her tighter still, and his tongue fondled hers with greater force.  The kiss became more demanding, as if the taste he’d gotten of her had awoken a ravenous appetite.  He plundered her mouth with desire.  She arched against him, a thrill of pure want chasing from her sex to her spine, up to her skull, and back down again.

Hands plucked at her clothing.  Too many hands, reminding Iris she and the Dramok were not alone.  But Ospar was still kissing her, the searing heat of which burned away any thoughts save the ones that she needed to be closer to him, to feel his flesh against hers.  Even the moments when they were forced to part so that her sweater and blouse could be lifted over her head couldn’t calm the storm of desperate want.  The instant she was freed of those pieces of clothing, his mouth found hers again, kissing her every conscious thought away.

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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues about a Kalquorian universe character. Can you name this person?

1. I might be a bit crispy around the edges, but you prefer your men hot, right?

2. I like long walks in the woods. Running to save a woman and child, not so much.

3. I was coerced to clan because of my parents' crimes. Good thing my clanmates are decent guys.

4. I have the worst in-laws anyone could imagine. I wish they would stop inviting themselves over.

5. Isolation is one thing, but being a prisoner in my own home is ridiculous.

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Redemption

She knows what she wants...

Govi says I might join the lottery very soon.  She hesitated, then in a flurry of typing asked, Do you think perhaps your clanmates would consider me?  Would YOU consider me? Conyod read the words, and his smile returned.  Heaven and earth, she loved it when he smiled.

He said, “Nothing would make me happier.  As for Sletran and Erybet…”  He considered.  A shadow passed over his face, and he seemed to struggle with an inward debate.  Finally he added, “I think perhaps they would.  They were very impressed with you.  But Ray-Ray, I am your doctor and this might be frowned upon.  It’s not unheard of for patients to fixate on their therapists because they feel gratitude or a sense of obligation.”

His expression seemed to beg her to negate this idea.  She was more than ready to do just that.  He stepped closer so he could read over her shoulder as she typed, as if he couldn’t wait one second for her answer.

I know my own mind.  I know it very well.  While I am grateful, I do not feel obligation.  I feel—

She stopped typing and looked up into Conyod’s big, beautiful purple eyes.  She dropped the handheld on the nearby table, turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Everything inside went soft and warm as she felt the strength of his body against hers.  Sure, she was fixated, but it was love.  As sure as she was standing here, the front of her body plastered to the front of his, she was in love.  She stood on her tiptoes and moved her lips over his.

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