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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Kila scowled. He’d looked forward to beating someone up. And then fucking that someone. He still had cause since Lokmi had gone against orders before explaining why he was doing so, but anyone with half a brain would know it was a shitty reason. Lokmi’s changes were far better than what had been in place. Changes Kila had made. Yep, tearing the Imdiko apart would look too much like jealousy under the circumstances.              The chief engineer must have sensed his victory, because he pressed on. “You’ve got six seconds of crazy speed, more than what you needed against the situation you encountered seven months ago against that Bi’is hunter-killer.”              “You’ve ruined my excitement to turn a crappy night around. You know that? I really needed to kick someone’s ass.”              “Your night would have gotten worse had I beat the hell out of you.”               Kila burst into laughter. “What a class-A fuck-over this is. I’m stuck with an Imdiko who talks like a Dramok, and a Dramok who won’t behave like one. But why not? We’re at war with a group threatening to destroy the Empire if we don’t let them destroy the Empire! Why should anything make sense?”              Lokmi watched him, tension bleeding from him as Kila continued to guffaw. He looked confused, but he offered his captain a patient smile. “Am I to assume you approve of my changes to our precious engines then?”              Kila shook his head and fell back onto his chair, the last of the laughter dying off. “Fine, Chief. Next time you decide to defy me, at least do me the kindness of explaining it beforehand. That way I’m not disappointed over not getting to wear your ass out.” He looked the engineer up and down without bothering to disguise his appreciation. Lokmi did have a most delightful physique. That made two missed opportunities in one night.              Damn.               It looked like yet another date with his hand was in order. Kila sighed and waved the other man away. “Dismissed.”               Lokmi bowed and headed toward the door. Just before stepping out, he turned and grinned at Kila. “So it wasn’t just a fight I missed out on? Damn, Captain. I might have waited to tell you the truth had I known how the discipline would have ended up.” He left with a wink and blatant leer.              Kila snickered again. He told the door that had closed behind the Imdiko, “You tempting bastard. Do me the favor of ignoring my orders. I’ll show you exactly what you missed until you scream for mercy. Then I’ll throw your smug hide off my ship.” 
Releasing December 16.

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 3: Alien Conquest

“Matara,” Degorsk groaned, his voice lost in wonder. His hands tangled in her hair, raising the tresses to his face and inhaling. She rewarded his worship by licking a stiff nipple, to which he arched and groaned again. Cassidy licked and nibbled her way up to his lips. Capturing his face between her hands, she plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, taking the orifice as demandingly as he had taken her sex so many times. He submitted, letting her have all she wished.
“Mine,” she declared.
“Yours,” he hoarsely agreed. His lips parted in acquiescence when she demanded another taste.
Degorsk obeyed her silent command when she pushed against his chest, allowing her to roll him onto his back. She crawled over the magnificent behemoth, her body charting the muscled terrain as she committed every swell and dip to memory. No part of the stunning physique went unremarked: his thighs, the double row of muscles of his abdomen, and the width of his chest were catalogued.
“Mine,” Cassidy whispered. She lowered herself over him, filling her sex with her prize. Degorsk’s neck corded with tension as she slowly took him over, his fists gripping the bedding. 
When she’d enveloped all of his offering, Cassidy sat still for a moment, relishing the possession. Her fingertips traced the contours of his torso as she soaked in the sensation of absorbing the double thicknesses of the Kalquorian male. Seated deep inside, Degorsk awaited her command, to be relieved of his need or denied. 
She leaned forward to capture his mouth with hers, slowly releasing his shafts from their sweet imprisonment. Just as they came close to freedom, she ensnared them once more, trapping them in tight cages of clutching flesh. 
Cassidy propped herself over Degorsk, her hands splayed on either side of his head. She closed her eyes to feel him better as she slipped back and forth over him. She took him slowly at first, the better to feel every fraction of his lengths as they dove deep into her core.
His hands covered her breasts, and she moaned to feel the heat of his touch. Her nether regions clenched, and he groaned in answer. Still, he dared not move except to knead her soft mounds with trembling hands. He was hers to do with as she wished, yoked to her desire. His own wants were subservient to hers, and he would demand nothing.
Cassidy, however, was free to exact any pleasure she wanted from her devoted servant. As the slow friction built a mountain of need, she drove faster against Degorsk. She rammed him deep inside. She insisted he relieve the ravenous hunger that could only be sated for a short time before rising to be fed again. She panted through parted lips, the exertion and growing exaltation quickening her breath and heartbeat to match the pounding rhythm of her hips.
“Oh,” Cassidy gasped as the orgasm sent its first flickering warmth through her. “Oh. Oh, oh, oooooh…”
Degorsk arched beneath her, his hips rising to press him even deeper inside. She felt his larger organ flex hard, and his groans joined hers.
She fell to lie on against his chest, riding the swells of his gasps as the spasms slowly left her. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling free of him. “Mine,” she whispered one last time.
Degorsk’s smile made her pulse quicken again. “Always.”
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

             He didn’t bother with that tiny cubicle. Instead, he went straight to the bank of podium-style computer stations in the middle of the machinery. Kila ignored the sound of someone moving about behind him, not wanting any interruption as he contemplated his lovely engines. He brought up the day’s diagnostics and maintenance notes and looked them over in hopes of finding something he could tweak.              He found something, all right. Kila’s fists clenched as he noted the work that had been done on his accelerators. The boosts had been downgraded.              That son of a bitch. That fucking chief engineer. I’ll mangle him.              Kila whirled around, looking for any underling he could scream at. He discovered someone standing several feet away behind him, watching him. Chief Engineer Asshole Lokmi himself.              The idiot didn’t have the good sense to fall over himself with the apologies that should be streaming from his lips. He didn’t even have the terrible sense to attempt a retreat. Instead he stood there stoic as a statue, watching Kila with mild interest. He did remember protocol enough to dip a respectful bow to his captain, but his gaze never wavered.              A sense of unwelcome respect stole over Kila, dulling the urge to rip Lokmi’s throat out. Instead, he growled, “You fucked with my engines.”              Lokmi’s brow rose. “I put my engines within acceptable parameters. Captain.”              Was the bastard actually amused? Kila would change that quick enough. He stalked towards him, all fearsome Nobek. Damn the man’s hide, the chief engineer watched him come with no change in expression. No hint he’d like to take to his heels to escape the coming doom.              Fine. Kila would be more than happy to teach the dual-breed to obey his captain, or he could follow his predecessors by getting the fuck off Kila’s ship.              “I gave you an order to leave my modifications alone. You disobeyed that order. You are subject to discipline, and I do not hold back with punishments.” The vicious smile that struck such fear in the hearts of those more intelligent than Lokmi spread over Kila’s face. Maybe he didn’t indulge in random fights to bleed off his tensions, but Kila had no problem in meting out the painful penalties his commission allowed for.              Lokmi finally rewarded him with a slight flinch. Very slight, but it was there. Yet the Imdiko’s chin lifted in defiance, and he still gave no ground though Kila’s face was only inches from his. “Article four-seven-point-two of fleet regulations: the chief engineer will use his expertise to maintain his craft’s integrity in non-emergency situations to the best of his abilities, even if commanded otherwise by his superior officer.”              “The last fool to quote regulations to me ended up with a mouthful of broken teeth.” Yes, messing up Lokmi’s attractive face would be a nice start to the festivities.              “You may be the captain, but I have no problem with fighting back if I feel I’m in the right. And in this case, I am damned well right. Sir.”              The man spoke in the forceful tones of a Dramok. For a split second, he even sounded like Piras – Piras the admiral, not Piras the lover. Lokmi’s eyes had taken on the cold, severe light of a leader expecting to be obeyed.              The respect Kila had felt turned into admiration. He might get his fight after all. The prospect of a knock-down-drag-out made him feel happy again.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule

The easing of tension allowed the scent of the flowers to work even greater upon her sensitized libido.  Being fucked by three men at once was everything her body craved.  The possession was just as exciting as the heated sensation growing low in her twisting, knotting gut.  Jessica dove into the voluptuous rapture of being helpless while the princes enjoyed all they could claim from her.  She couldn’t fight them, and being utterly vulnerable to their demands was delicious in its freedom.  There was nothing to do but accept their desires, and she thrilled to let them have her.
Her sex pulsed as she gave herself over to the Kalquorians, the reverberations traveling up her body.  She moaned against Clajak’s driving flesh as pleasure moved from her womb, up her belly to her chest where Egilka drove against her, to her throat.  They groaned in response, feeling her soften to their desires.
They became more demanding in return, thrusting more urgently into her.  Jessica fell farther into quiescence, her only need to give them all they required of her.  Heat built within, a ticklish sweetness that crested, carrying her away.  Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, an easy flow of gentle orgasms, rolling through her in continuous waves.  
The more accepting she was, the harder the men worked her body, and the more compliant she became.  Bevau pounded into her, his growl growing in volume as he neared his inevitable end.  Clajak and Egilka gasped and grunted in the effort to not lose control.  When Bevau climaxed with an animal roar, the other two went still.  Their trembling bodies told Jessica they too were very close, and she made herself stay motionless despite the pleasure sweeping through her body.
Once Bevau finished pumping his seed into her, Egilka took his place.  The Imdiko entered her with the sigh of a man who’d made it home after a long journey.  Clajak extricated himself from Jessica’s mouth.  Egilka pulled her so that her head rested on the stone altar.  Behind him, Jessica saw Govi’s hips rising and falling over Michaela’s.  Her friend moaned with pleasure.  Overhead, the gruesome stone god leered its approval of the Earthers’ sacrifice against the backdrop of star-dusted sky.   Tethered lighting gloves dug deep shadows into the fearsome visage, giving Jessica the fear-tinged thrill that fed her lust so well.
Clajak swept aside the flowers surrounding Jessica’s head, and he stretched next to her.  His hands played over her breasts, and she closed her eyes to the delightful sensations he and Egilka gave her.  She felt Bevau lie on the other side.
“Are you getting tired, my sweet?” Clajak rumbled in her ear.  His fingers made slow circles around one nipple.
“I will give you each a turn,” she said submissively.  “However you desire me.”
“What if we want you more than once?  What if we want to fuck you many times in front of the Plasians?  What if we want to do more than fuck you?”
Jessica felt a twinge of fear at the calculated tone and opened her eyes.  All three men, even Egilka who drove in and out of her body with enthusiasm, looked down at her with devious smiles.  She pulled at the shackles, unable to keep herself from testing them under those stares.  “What do you mean?”
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

             Back on the destroyer, Kila stalked through the corridors, trying to walk off his emotions. Fortunately for his crew, most were still enjoying shore leave. The halls were mostly empty. The few who walked them gave their captain a wide berth, recognizing his foul mood. They bowed and hurried on without saying a word.              They were wise to keep their distance. Kila’s anger was all for himself, but he would have enjoyed taking his temper out on someone else. He’d fucked up and needed someone or something to punch. Desperately.              If he’d been smart, he’d be enjoying Piras’s beautiful ass right now. A warm ass. A snug ass to sink his cock into. An exceptionally willing ass, one that would welcome any kind of play he’d cared to introduce it to. But no, he’d mentioned the man’s ex-lover and gotten himself thrown out instead.               Kila believed in thinking positive. He tried his best to turn bad situations around, to see the benefit in even the darkest occurrence. Even now his mind was turning over what had happened, attempting to mine gold in the mountain full of shit his big mouth had created.              Well, for one thing he now had important information. Piras was not over that other Nobek. Kila had asked if there was baggage, and the ex-lover certainly qualified. The raw pain and anger Piras had exhibited when Kila spoke Lidon’s name had been an eye-opener. In that moment, the same man who freaked out over the mere idea of killing others had been damned near capable of murdering Kila.              That left the question, what was Kila going to do about it?              If he had any sense, he’d give up any idea of forging a relationship with Piras. Someone that hung up on the past could not offer any future. Only a fool would pursue someone who’d already given his heart away.
Releasing December.

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