TBT - Clans of Kalquor: Alien Rule

This is not the Kalquorian she was expecting...

“I haven’t told you who he is yet.”  Israla’s eyes sparkled with deviltry.  “Lucky girl, it’s Crown Prince Clajak who calls for you.”

Jessica stopped cold.  Her eyes widened in shock.  Israla laughed out loud at her reaction.

“The son of the Imperial Clan?  The next in line to be emperor?  You didn’t tell me the heirs to the throne of Kalquor would be in attendance tonight!”

Israla nearly danced with delight at Jessica’s surprise.  “You and Michaela were nervous enough.  Neither of you would have danced one step had you known they were here.”

Jessica tried to swallow.  Her dry throat clicked.  A prince!  Israla was the Plasian leader, but she was an elected official, not royalty.  

The future emperor!  Take that, Steel-Hair, Jessica thought smugly.  Then her face flamed with the memory of the liberty his clan had taken with her during the show.  The prince had no doubt seen how easily she succumbed to their ravishing.  

Maybe that’s what got his attention, she thought.  After all, few worlds were as uptight as Earth.  Earther overbearing morality was something of a joke to other sentients.  Besides, Kalquor had close ties with Plasius, the most sensual planet of them all.  Kalquorian men were not prudes by any stretch of the imagination.  She’d seen what Steel-Hair’s Imdiko clanmate had done with a Plasian at the performance.  

“How do I address the prince?” Jessica asked.  Her voice came out weak and trembly.  “I’ve never met royalty before.”

Israla waved off her concern.  Grabbing Jessica’s hand, she tugged her down the hall toward the last door at the end.  “Call him by his name.  Kalquorians don’t stand on much ceremony outside of official meetings.  Treat Clajak as what he is ... a sexy lusty man who is eager to bed you.”

Coming to a halt before the door behind which Jessica’s future awaited, Israla chimed the visitor announce button.  The door slid open without waiting for her to identify herself.  She swept into the room, pulling Jessica with her.

“Hello, my friend,” she greeted the tall, muscular Kalquorian who stood waiting in the middle of the room.  “Here she is.”

Jessica’s hopeful smile faded as she looked at the Crown Prince of Kalquor.  It was Steel-Hair. 

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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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