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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

             Sure enough, an unfamiliar man in a fleet engineer’s uniform with green trim was looking at the acceleration readouts, checking things over, and shaking his head. Kila stood behind him and folded his arms over his chest.              Adjust one thing, and I’ll take your head off.               Like most Nobeks, Kila moved silently. Chief Engineer Lokmi was also wearing ear pieces and humming along with whatever he listened to. He didn’t know he was being observed by his captain.              It gave Kila a chance to size the Imdiko up. From behind, Lokmi possessed an athletic build. Not too bulky, not too lean. Kila automatically checked out the man’s ass, judged it nice, and remembered chief engineers were the enemy.               He made himself look back up, at the back of Lokmi’s head. The Imdiko’s black hair was shoulder length, its gentle waves giving it a tousled look. An ‘I-just-rolled-out-of-bed’ look.              Kila thought about punching his own head and hopefully knocking such thoughts out of it. He hadn’t gotten laid since Piras several months ago, and that encounter had certainly not gone as planned. It was no wonder he kept thinking about sex.              Lokmi snickered at a reading and made a note on his handheld. He went to one of the accelerator chargers and removed a panel from the side. Kila stiffened as Lokmi ran his fingers over the bank of power modules.              The engineer turned and froze to see Kila standing there. He bowed to his superior officer. In a voice that approached a yell, he said, “Captain Kila, I presume?”              Kila nodded. “Chief Engineer, welcome aboard.”              Lokmi snorted and yanked the earpieces out. For a moment Kila heard the steady thud of rimnastin music before it switched off. “My apologies, Captain. I forgot I was wearing those.”              Kila smiled in pardon. Lokmi’s face was as pleasing as his backside. Handsome, firm features. He had the gentle expression that was the hallmark of an Imdiko…to a point. His eyes were piercing. Demanding. Unwavering. The direct stare was all Dramok.              So be it. Kila’s spine steeled for the inevitable fight. “I see you’re doing your initial inspection?”              “Yes sir. And may I say, your former chief should be taken out and whipped. The modifications I’ve found are a nightmare.”              “Those would be my modifications, Chief.” His voice steady and cold. His tone definitely don’t-fuck-with-me.              Lokmi didn’t react with the flustered anxiety Kila anticipated. He didn’t even blink. Instead, there was a slight grimace as he said, “It makes sense that a speed junkie would do this to his poor ship. Son of Clan Poc, aren’t you? The famous shuttle racing team?”              Kila wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not by the other man’s comments. “Did you look me up to impress me or are you an actual racing fan?”              Lokmi grinned. “Oh, I love anything to do with machines. Your Nobek father and mother are incredible mechanics. Geniuses, really. It’s no wonder your other fathers consistently place at the top of the standings when they race.”              The compliment seemed genuine. Kila allowed himself to relax a little. “Thank you, Chief. I happen to think they’re pretty good myself.” He couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice as he spoke.              Lokmi nodded toward the opened charger. “You’ve got a talent for tinkering too, but this ship isn’t a racer. The booster on the accelerator is asking for trouble.”              “Only if I engage it for more than ten seconds. Which I would never do. I know how to run my ship.”               Lokmi waved off the warning in expression and tone. “Sure you do. But what about the crewmember who has to pilot it out of a hairy situation before you get to the bridge? Or if you’re incapacitated?”              They always thought the captain didn’t have a clue. Lokmi’s observations would be valid with another captain, but Kila was confident in his abilities not only to modify engines but to anticipate trouble. “The crew is kept advised. I send out tutorials and instructions with every alteration I make.”              “To your enemies as well? What happens when a hunter-killer grabs you in a traction freeze field while you’re tearing around at top speed?” He made a sound like an explosion, flinging his arms out to further illustrate. “Or what if we experience a failure of the defensive field grid you’ve tied in to keep us from shaking apart for those ten seconds of thrill ride? The very same defensive grid that keeps us from blowing all to hell when a lucky shot hits the pulse drive system…which you’ve diverted to powering said grid for your joyride.”              Kila’s mouth stretched in a smile. Not his usual mocking smile, which he could help no more than Mostar could help his suspicious look. This smile was purposely big and dangerous, more a snarl than a grin. Most men had the good sense to back off when he looked at them like that.              Lokmi just looked at him, waiting for a reply. He had a ton of Dramok in him, all right.
No release date set.

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction

A pair of long black rods appeared on each tight nipple, trapping the sensitive flesh between their lengths. Elastic bands gave tension to their grip at each joined end. I had conjured them with the bands all the way at the ends for the lightest possible pressure.
Of course Dan wasn’t about to let them stay that way. His chocolate eyes darkening with intent, he shoved the vibrator deep into me. The toy vibrated hard against my G-spot, enthralling me despite knowing torment was on its way.
Dan reached for the Thai sticks. He leisurely rolled the bands towards the middle of the clamp holding my right nipple, watching my face all the while. The pressure went from firm to pain quickly. I cried out as heat seared my breast. My instinctive urge was to jerk away, to deny my master complete acquiescence. I fought to remain still as he tormented me, continuing to move the bands closer together. A familiar mantra filled my head: his to play with, his to play with, his to play with.I maintained control until a greater pain hit, much what I’d imagine being stabbed by an ice pick to feel like. I screamed and twisted. Dan grunted and gave the bands one last little roll before moving to the other trapped nipple.
I couldn’t stop writhing at that point. Profound heat and throbbing doubled. My choked sounds of anguish rang in the cavernous reading room. Agony filled my senses, my world centering on it.
Yet a part of me reveled in surrendering all to the man I loved. I was aware of him standing over me, his dark eyes taking in my misery, his face filled with adoration as I submitted to him in everything. Between my cries I heard Dan sigh. He stroked his cock as he watched me struggle. A small part of me knew that for any distress I suffered, I would be given double the ecstasy.
But for the moment, it hurt like crazy. It hurt so much that I couldn’t think of things like losing Tristan, screwing Gerald in a moment of weakness, and being stuck in Patricia’s vampire body half the time – a body I still couldn’t fly after weeks of trying. Pain had its uses.
Little by little, my tortured nipples began to numb. At the same time, Dan slid the humming vibrator in and out of me again while one thumb drew slow circles around my clit. Pain and arousal each made a bid for my attention. At first the torment of my tits held sway, making the slow licks of pleasure almost nonexistent. Then came a gradual shifting as my delight in surrender and helplessness fed lust. Heady exaltation bloomed deep in my belly, warring more intently with the slow easing of suffering. Endorphins kicked in, draining distress and twisting what hurt remained into something incredible.
Every sensation heightened. I strained to get more contact with Dan and all he did to me. The vibrator slipped in and out, finding the best stuff to rub up against. My lover alternated his attentions between teasing strokes over my clit and brushing my nipples so that they burst into fresh flame. Ecstasy and hurt wound about each other, melding into one intense unnamable passion.
I had no choice but to lay there, suffering and enjoying as long as my master decreed.
Dan kept me like that for some time. He occasionally withdrew the vibrator from my grasping sex to rub it against my rioting clit. Then I really was in a hellish paradise with bliss so severe that it threatened to devolve into pain. I screamed again and again as Dan brought me to the brink of orgasm only to deny me every time. My body clamored for release, but it was not to be found.
Even when Dan’s clothes disappeared to reveal a rock hard chest, taut abdominal muscles, and muscular arms and thighs, I knew he wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot. Big Boy Dan was just getting warmed up with his plaything.
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Kila’s one sexual encounter with the temperamental admiral had brought up some worrisome issues. Worrisome enough that he’d personally investigated Piras’s past thoroughly. Illegally, even. But Kila had to be sure Piras was up to the challenges ahead. If he faltered at the wrong time, things could get royally fucked up in a hurry.              That one night of intimacy had brought up too many questions. Kila needed answers. Hell, he wanted answers too, and not just because of the upcoming operation. Especially when it came to one particular man, a Nobek named Lidon.              Kila could have thought of Piras all day…hell, he’d have enjoyed nothing more than ruminating on the elegant, long-limbed Dramok until he was hard and aching. As he neared the exit from the vast shuttle bay however, his thoughts were derailed by the sight of his weapons commander coming in.              Nobek Mostar veered to meet him. Kila repressed a sigh. Mostar had apparently come looking for him. The narrow-faced man always wore a suspicious look, but it had more to do with how his brows hung heavy over his eyes and the tight set of his lips than actual mistrust.              He bowed. Hoping nothing was amiss, Kila came to a stop and asked, “Are you lost, Weapons Commander?”              Mostar never responded to Kila’s sarcastic humor. Looking as skeptical as always, he answered. “No, Captain. I thought you might like to know Chief Engineer Byrcla has left.”              Kila snorted. Good riddance. “He wasted no time, did he? Any word on his replacement being assigned?”              “Already assigned. Already on board.” Mostar might have been allergic to humor, but Kila could see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.              “I guess going through so many head engineers has trained the fleet to be ready with the next one,” he observed.               “You do have a history with them. I’m looking forward to watching you work with this one.”              Kila’s eyes narrowed. “Why is that?”              Mostar’s lips twitched. Kila got a bad feeling about what he would say. “This Chief Engineer Lokmi is a dual breed. Straight down the middle, half-and-half.”              The bad feeling intensified. “Don’t tell me.”              The weapons command nodded. “Classified an Imdiko. He is known for coddling his engines. Not so much his crew or those in authority over him. With people, he’s heavy on the Dramok attitude. All Dramok, in fact. He’s already punched a couple of underlings senseless who got mad enough to take first swings.”              “Great. Just great. Has he started his inspection?”              “He went straight to his duty station rather than moving into his quarters. He’s made it know he’s not very happy about the state of the engines.”              Kila groaned. “Ah, the ancestors love me. I guess I’d better get to engineering before he undoes all my work.”              “Yes, Captain. Have fun.” The man was damned near laughing, an event in and of itself. It would have been astounding if Kila hadn’t been readying himself for his first encounter with his latest head of engineering.              Kila headed to the lift, muttering curses under his breath. Putting an Imdiko with control issues in his place before dealing with that hothead Piras was the last thing he needed.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

              He swung Egilka around. Now Egilka’s back was to him, and the Imdiko faced the closed curtain that masked the door leading back to the market. Clajak continued to pull on Egilka’s primary cock, with his other hand gripping the back of the Imdiko’s neck. “Hands and knees, my sweet man,” Clajak growled. “You’ll get a little dirty, but sometimes fun happens that way. Get down there.”              With one hand whipping up and down his cock, causing mindblowing friction, and the other shoving him down with unstoppable strength, Egilka sank to his knees. Clajak followed him down, his avid groin rubbing against Egilka’s ass.               “That’s a good Imdiko,” Clajak praised. “All fours now. Lean forward and put that sweet ass in the air.”              Egilka groaned with token resistance before doing as he was told. The gritty dirt beneath his palms was cool, at complete odds with the heat of his body. As soon as he took the position, Clajak’s hand left his neck.               Egilka’s pants jerked down, baring his uplifted ass. He jerked as Below’s cooler air caressed his buttocks. Then Clajak’s hand enveloped his secondary cock, pistoning up and down in tandem with the hand on his larger member.              The prince’s warm breath sent heat coursing from Egilka’s ear straight to his pricks. “I hope you’re still stretched from having my secondary in your ass last night. You get the bigger one this time, and yes, it will hurt. That’s the price you pay for topping me yesterday and then trying to walk out just now.”              Egilka wanted to argue. He wanted to fight. He had every right to do the things Clajak wanted to punish him for. Yet those tight hands gripped him, driving sanity out of his skull with practiced ease as they pumped and pumped and pumped. Even the feeling of growing pressure against his anus as Clajak’s larger cock burrowed into him couldn’t stop the pure jolt of lust that made Egilka surrender.              The Imdiko relaxed against the invader, his ass spreading to admit the slick length of delicious heat. Clajak speared him without mercy, burying himself in Egilka with a groan. Egilka’s breath left him in a rush as his body protested the searing intrusion. He writhed as Clajak held still, waiting for him to adjust.              “Damn it,” Egilka moaned, slamming a fist against the dirt floor. A single tear escaped his eye and dripped off the end of his nose. “Fuck. Too fucking big.”              “Easy,” Clajak said, his fists whipping up and down the Imdiko’s cocks. Pleasure mixed uneasily with the ache in Egilka’s ass. The throbbing of his stretched flesh transmitted to his dual sexes, adding to the excitement. A sliver of elation slid up the secondary cock, moving towards its larger twin.              Feeling climax building already, Egilka’s hips moved of their own accord, making him shove into Clajak’s tight grip. The Dramok’s prick slid a little way out of him, easing some of the agony. It rubbed his hot spot deep inside too. Egilka sobbed as the molten line of eagerness inched further up his smaller cock. It felt as if it might explode.              Egilka’s hips swung back, pulling him through Clajak’s fists. The prince’s cock rammed back inside, hurting and exciting all at once. Egilka bit his lips together against the shriek that rose in his throat. The pain of taking Clajak was exquisite.               Egilka’s hips whipsawed back and forth, far from any conscious control. He could no longer tell if Clajak still masturbated him or if he did all the work, fucking the Dramok’s hands. He slammed himself on that big prick that threatened to split him in two even as it sent desire rocketing through his senses. The mixture of ecstasy and pain swirled through him, holding him hostage to brutal need.              “That’s it,” Clajak said, his voice coming from a million miles away. “Oh yes, my Imdiko. Yes, sweet lover. Yes, yes.”              The fiery stream of passion had made it to the base of Egilka’s secondary dick. It began to spill into his larger one, filling it with rapturous demand. The Imdiko’s groin felt heavy, as if molten steel pooled within him. Need for release grew with every second, with every pull of Clajak’s hands, with every thrust into his firm grasp. The prince’s thick cock abraded the knot of bliss deep within Egilka’s passage, sending electrical sparks to add to the growing mass of need in his gut.              Violent shudders made Egilka’s body quake as pure pleasure shoved its way into his main cock. Eruption was imminent, building towards explosive release. His whole being centered on the coming detonation.              Clajak pounded against him, grunting like an animal. The sound of his lover in the throes of lust brought Egilka closer still to orgasm.               Taken. Fucked. Egilka’s brain swam to know himself to be so eagerly used.
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              A deep voice interrupted his thoughts. “Good day, Admiral Piras.”              Piras jerked and turned to see a hulking Nobek standing inside his office. Despite an almost brutish facial structure, he somehow managed to make it attractive. Broad forehead. Lips curled in a near-smirk. Nose crooked from who knew how many fights. Blue-purple eyes that riveted on Piras in a knowing gaze. His muscular frame strained the red-trimmed fleet formsuit. Sleeveless, the uniform displayed his scarred arms to advantage.              Those arms ended in big hands. Big, capable hands, the fingers calloused so that even the gentlest touch had a rough aspect to it.              Piras slowly got to his feet and returned the other man’s bow. Swallowing his surprise, he said, “Captain Kila. I’d heard your destroyer had returned from the border.”              “So it has. Happy to see me?”              Shocked would have been a better description. Piras had not expected Kila to seek him out, not after the night they’d spent together a few months ago.               As always, he couldn’t help but compare this Nobek to Lidon. Piras compared every member of the warrior breed to his former lover. He had to admit, Kila stacked up pretty good. The sex they’d had had confirmed it.              Kila’s brow rose. “You look surprised that I’m here.”              Piras realized belatedly that he’d been silent for several seconds. “Shouldn’t I be?”              “You mean after how we parted last time?” Kila’s enigmatic smile deepened. Mocking, secretive, a little cruel…that smile drove Piras crazy. It was impossible to know what was going on in the man’s head when he looked like that. He said, “You gave me a lot to think about after our…encounter.”              “Is that why you’re here?”              Instead of answering, Kila called out, “Door close and lock.”              The mechanism obeyed him with a click. Piras frowned. He was Kila’s superior officer and they were on duty. The captain had no business acting like he owned the place.               With any other man, Nobek or not, Piras would have served him the sharpest side of his tongue. Not in a sexual manner either. He should be doing that with Kila now. That the captain had caught him so thoroughly off-guard brought a wave of anger.              Ready to put Kila in his proper place, Piras opened his mouth to deliver the ear-scorching diatribe he was known so well for. Before he could, Kila strode up to his streamlined metallic desk and slapped a sound-blocker on its surface. Its hum filled the room.              Piras’s eyes widened in understanding. “You’re my contact for the mission.”

October 2016 Update

Happy October, everyone. I am so ready for some cooler weather. Nights aren’t too bad right now, but the days are still sweltering for us down in Georgia. 
Speaking of hot, let’s talk books:



Shalia’s Diary Book 9 – This Friday, October 7, Shalia’s latest story will be released! The free blog will start rolling again on October 17. It’s time to see if Shalia’s potential clans have what it takes to be her happily-ever-after…and if post-surgery Eve will be the mother she hopes for.

Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command – I’m closing in on the halfway point of the first draft. I’m still not able to lock down a release date quite yet, but I’m busting ass to get it out before the end of the year. The tug-of-war between Piras, Kila, and Lokmi is playing out quite well as they try to figure out whether they want to be together or rip each other apart. And yes, all you fans of Kalquor’s most popular clan can rejoice. Tranis and Lidon are making appearances in this book.

This update is short and sweet. Ooh, sweet reminds me we’re coming up on Halloween, the start of my favorite part of the year. I hope you all have a treat-filled month!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

“You will take my cocks now,” the Imdiko told Cissy. “It’s time for tonight’s first fuck.”
She moaned, wordless with anticipation. She panted again as Wal positioned himself at her entrances.
“Nowhere to go,” Rolat reminded her. “No escape.”
Wal gave a quick, short thrust. The first couple of inches of his primary cock slid easily into Cissy’s pussy. Her ass took the first inch of his smaller prick a bit more grudgingly. A sudden, marvelous ache drove all the air from her lungs.
“That’s right,” the Imdiko said, going still once more. “I’m inside you, just a little bit. There is a lot more to go, little Earther. You will take every last inch of me.”
Cissy uttered a garbled cry. It was meant to be agreement, but words failed her yet again. The Kalquorians kept robbing her of the ability to speak.
Wal shoved again. As he went, his cocks widened, giving Cissy that wonderful girth she enjoyed so much. Her pussy gloried in the friction that found her interior sensitivity. Her ass complained against the invader.
Somehow, it was the throb in her rear that excited Cissy most. It brought home her lack of power against these men. It thrilled her beyond comprehension. 
Wal again stopped before she could experience real pain. A small part of her mind recognized that despite the forceful attitude, the Imdiko gave her body time to adjust to him. He was careful not to cause injury, though he easily could have done with her as he wished.
The realization gave Cissy permission to move even further into the intoxicating desire that enthralled her. She was helpless but safe. They could hurt her, but they wouldn’t.
Diltan enhanced the fantasy by bending to seize a breast in his mouth. He tugged at Cissy’s nipple with his teeth, delivering exquisite shards of pain without causing real harm.
With vision made hazy, Cissy gazed up a Rolat. The Nobek watched as Wal pressed hard into flesh both welcoming and reluctant. Rolat’s eyes were dark, the cat pupils spreading wide. His lips parted in a soundless snarl. Fangs peeked out. His erections jabbed Cissy’s hip. When Wal finished with her, when he’d sated his lust with her body, Rolat and Diltan would take their turns. They would have her, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Cissy moaned as Wal thrust in ever deeper, making her yield to him. Discomfort was pleasure, and pleasure was ecstasy. Every nip from Diltan’s teeth, every push Wal made into her ass and pussy made her more pliant to the men.
She didn’t know how long the glorious torment lasted before Wal’s groin met hers, the Imdiko fully embedded within her. He paused. His hand trailed over the softness of her belly, caressing with gentle ownership. His fingertips sent heat deep into her gut. She moaned at how full he made her feel.
“Now I fuck you until I fill you with cum,” the Imdiko said.
That was all the warning Cissy got before Wal’s hips swung back, pulling him nearly free of her. The sweet chafe of his flesh dragging against her interior walls made her hair stand on end. She arched against Rolat’s thighs, orgasm already threatening.
The Imdiko shoved back in. Cissy legs kicked as violent pleasure crashed within. She howled as Wal took her hard and fast. It was her favorite way to get fucked; powerfully, with no quarter given.
The Kalquorian rode her rough, his body slapping against hers. Cissy’s head tossed back and forth, unable to deny the whirlwind of sensation galloping through her body. When she came, it was as if her body would turn itself inside out. Passion twisted her guts, wringing her out.
She heard a man’s throaty yell while she tossed in the maelstrom of climax. Something slammed deep within her core, sending daggers of mingled pain and pleasure throughout. Cissy screamed with renewed elation.
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