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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Piras and Tranis walked side by side down the wide corridor. Aides and other officers passed by, quietly muttering amongst themselves. The quiet conversations held excitement, and expressions were avid. Banrid’s treachery was no doubt the focus of everyone’s attention.              Only Piras and Tranis were silent as they navigated their course through the silvery-walled hall. They were in the wing that contained all the offices of the highest-ranked officers of Fleet Command, where they themselves worked to help command Kalquor’s space arm of the military. Where up until now, they’d enjoyed a slight advantage over the vessels the Basma had won to his side, roughly a third of the original fleet.              Now Maf had Earther battlecruisers, maybe thousands of them. The thought curdled Piras’s guts.              Though Tranis walked alongside him, there was nothing Piras wished to say to his once-first officer. The only conversation they might have had was top-secret. Talking about personal things…such as how Lidon was doing in his newer career as a Global Security officer…would have been more awkward than the silence that weighed between them.              Lidon. Just thinking the Nobek’s name made Piras’s stomach hurt.              Fortunately, they neared the traitor Banrid’s office, giving Piras an opening to fill the uneasy quiet. Fleet security was filing in and out of the room, guiding small hover carts filled with the treacherous admiral’s personal and official belongings. Piras and Tranis paused until their credentials were verified and they were waved past the open doorway. A concealment field blocked their view of whatever evidence-gathering was going on inside the office.              “Hard to believe. I never would have guessed it of Banrid,” Piras muttered.              “Shocking,” Tranis agreed. He shot Piras the haunted look he’d worn since the horrific end of the war, when Earth was destroyed by her own leaders. “We’re tearing ourselves apart. For what end? What is happening to us?”               It was a younger man’s question, the kind of thing someone who had not seen all Tranis had might have asked. That the younger Dramok still possessed the idealism to wonder at it made Piras feel as old as Hobato.              Piras heard a gruff voice in his head give the answer, a voice as familiar as it was heart wrenching. He repeated the wisdom his companion’s spiritually-minded warrior clanmate would have said. “The usual. The wish for power. Wanting what one doesn’t have. Fear.”              “Many captured traitors have claimed they were blackmailed into what they’ve done. That they were victims.”              “The Basma’s secret son testified to that. The man’s web of deceit has been dragging in conspirators, both willing and not, for a long time. Perhaps it will come out that Banrid was such a dupe.”              “Foolish men making foolish choices that Maf capitalized on. Now we’re paying for it in blood. He’ll destroy us all.”              Piras’s tone was dry. “Promoting extinction over interbreeding would be a good hint of that. With Browning Copeland added to the fun, we get to fight two insane fanatics. Life is marvelous, don’t you think?              They reached Piras’s office. Piras sketched a bow, but Tranis didn’t return it right away. Instead, the other Dramok gazed at Piras for a long beat.              He finally said, “Lidon’s doing well.”              Piras’s breath stopped for a moment. When he could speak, he blurted, “I didn’t ask.”              “I know.” Tranis bowed and walked away, leaving Piras staring after him.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Michaela (M/I/M/M)

He took his pricks in hand, positioning the tapered tips against Michaela’s open pussy and ass. She ground her teeth hard against the bit in her mouth as she felt the thicker stave slip into her pussy. A moment later, the lower cock forged into her rear entrance. 
Raxstad stopped rubbing her belly. He opened the crotch of his shorts and took his cocks out. His other hand tangled in Michaela’s hair, grasping a handful to hold her head pinned to the table.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “Open them and watch. You’re going to see everything we do to you. Look or I’ll punish you again.”
Michaela whimpered, but she opened her eyes. The way Raxstad held her down, she had no choice but to watch the vid overhead. She concentrated on looking at the men.
“Good girl.” Raxstad stroked his primary cock, masturbating himself over her breasts. He grunted low in his throat.
Govi continued to play with her tits with one hand, but he also released himself. He pleasured his larger cock as Raxstad did, but moved to the head of the table as he did so. The tip of his dick aimed towards Michaela’s mouth. He alternated between watching her face and what his clanmates did. Michaela could hear his gasping breath.
Korkla reached his end, his cocks embedded deep within her sex and ass. Michaela moaned at the fullness. The back cock rubbed against something electric deep inside her tighter channel. The front cock also had found the place at the front of her womanly sheath, the part that felt like molten lava when rubbed. She groaned and strained against those sensations and the sweet stroking of the cock pump. Her prick spat pre-cum.
“That’s right,” Korkla muttered. “Our pretty little girl-boy loves to be fucked. She likes it when we spray our cum all over her amazing body. Don’t you, Michaela? Don’t you love it?”
He ground against her, his groin moving in circles against her. The nubs of his cockring abraded her soft flesh delightfully, sharpening the ravening need that suffused her belly. With her teeth clenched around the bit, Michaela issued a thin, high-pitched scream.
“I think she wants more,” Raxstad said between grunts. “Fuck her, my Dramok. Fuck her while she watches.”
“Do you see it yet, my Matara?” Govi asked as he pulled hard on himself, his cock only a couple of inches away from her face. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Do you see why we want you so much?”
No, she didn’t see it. Michaela simply couldn’t understand why her misshapen form aroused them so greatly. But the men were beautiful to look upon, and seeing Korkla thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy was delicious. Michaela wanted to watch when Raxstad and Govi came too, when their juices spurted on her breasts and face. She needed them to come for her. She concentrated on seeing just the men and the part of her the Dramok fucked.
Korkla’s strokes were long and deep, hitting something deep inside Michaela that resounded like a bell. When his groin met hers, the nubby cockring rubbed her clit and all about her pussy and anus.Her scrotum had drawn up tight, and a great weight had announced itself at the base of her cock. It roiled there, rising from a simmer, readying to erupt. There was still pain from long-denied orgasm, but knowing she would climax soon helped soothe the discomfort. Knowing they would all climax made the hurt enjoyable.
Korkla’s head fell back and he moaned at the image floating over their heads. “Ring on,” he said and ground in tight against Michaela again.
A profound shuddering overtook Michaela where the cockring touched her. Powerful vibrations quaked all over her ass, sex, and clit. Orgasm moved swiftly, thundering through her like an earthquake.
Michaela screamed around the bit gag as blistering heat shoved from her balls into her prick. It drove a fiery trail up through straining flesh, spewing up and out beyond the pumping sleeve that held her flesh. The knot at the base of her cock released in shuddering bursts, relieving the tension at long last.Meanwhile, her pussy flexed hard. The pleasure of her masculine flesh transmitted to the feminine. It joined in with the hard pressure moving against the hotspot in her sheath, the jarring excitement of Korkla’s cock tip colliding with her cervix, and the wicked thrills running from the vibrating ring to her clit. She was moments from coming.
Raxstad’s head fell back and he yelled. His primary cock shot cum all over Michaela’s breasts. As if he had started a chain reaction, Korkla’s cries joined in, his cocks jerking hard inside her. Then Govi went off, spraying Michaela’s face with his juices as he gasped and watched her widen her mouth to catch the spicy-sweet-salty offering.
That did it. Michaela’s womanhood spasmed like a fist around the cock thrusting deep, and shattering pleasure at last billowed forth. Her shrieks continued, moving from the bright, fiery excitement of male orgasm to the deeper, headier female pleasure. With both happening at the same time, she was able to appreciate the differences: one relieved while the other fulfilled. For a moment, Michaela actually appreciated being able to experience the glory of being both male and female.
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command

              Tranis looked at Piras, his usually grim expression lighting with a smile too. “A former spy, one who hasn’t been on that type of duty in a long time, would be best.”              Piras snorted. “That leaves you out. You were promoted straight from a spyship command only a few years ago.”              He managed to keep the grudge out of his tone. Dramok Tranis had absolutely deserved his promotion to admiral. He was smart, resourceful, brave, and everything else an officer of the fleet should be. A hero, without a doubt.              He was also the man who had taken away the one thing Piras had wanted most out of life.              Not that Piras let any of that affect their ability to work together, except for one notable time. In this era of war, he couldn’t afford to be anything but professional. He didn’t have to like Tranis to work well with him, a fact borne out by the time they’d both spent together in Fleet Command.              Hobato continued to give Piras a penetrating stare. “It's not just a matter of Admiral Tranis having been out of the spyship game for only five years. He’s also got an Earther Matara as part of his clan.”              Like Piras didn’t know that. Like the still vid picture hanging on the wall didn’t remind him, had he deigned to look at it. Not that Piras cared one whit about Matara Cassidy, the beautiful Earther Tranis’s clan had won at the end of the war with Earth. Her sweet face might spark a little envy in Piras’s heart, but it didn’t compare to the pain he felt when he looked at another face in that portrait.              It hadn’t been enough that Tranis had managed to clan Cassidy. Or that he’d become admiral younger than any other man in the history of the fleet. No, he had also clanned the Nobek Piras had loved for fifteen years. The man he’d shared his bed and body with, thinking that at any moment, Lidon would finally say yes to his offer of lifelong companionship.              Was Piras wrong to feel jealousy towards a man who had won it all? Perhaps, but he refused to add guilt to his list of hurtful emotions. Lidon had been his Nobek in everything but vow, working at Piras’s side on board their destroyer through scores of campaigns and battles. Within months of Tranis becoming their ship’s first officer, Lidon had accepted the younger man’s offer to clan.               Piras let none of the pain show. “I think it’s quite clear that the Basma would not welcome Admiral Tranis with open arms.”              “He might welcome you.” Tranis’s voice was low and careful.              Piras started and looked the bearded man in the face for the first time. “Me?”

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

Flencik groaned to see the nipple suction cups and double cockrings Rajhir held.  At the same time, his cocks jerked as excitement roiled in his groin.  
Rajhir’s grin became more dangerous at the reaction.  “I see you’re well aware of what I have in mind.  Any objections?”
“Will they work?” Flencik’s voice came out in a croak.   “The objections, I mean.”
“Not when I can see how excited you are.  You look forward to what I’m going to do to you.”
He was right.  There was an undercurrent of dread, because Flencik knew damned well with that cockring on, Rajhir could tease him all night.  At the same time, something inside him responded to being controlled by the stunning Dramok.  Something in Flencik wanted to be made to obey.
Rajhir set down his implements of pleasure and torment.  His hands gripped Flencik’s cocks, stroking up and down with firm demand.  Decadent delight grew at the bold touch, and Flencik moaned.  His hips rocked to move into Rajhir’s hands as much as the binds would allow.  His cocks were soaking wet, and he moved easily within the Dramok’s fists.  It felt so good, and heated pleasure slid into Flencik’s secondary cock.
Rajhir released him.  He picked up the larger of the two double cockrings he’d taken out of the box and slid it over Flencik’s pricks.  The Imdiko had lubricated so copiously that it slipped to the bases of his cocks easily.  Flencik choked back a cry to feel the snug pressure.  He would be kept in a limbo of excitement and denied climax until Rajhir removed the ring.  
It was wonderful and awful all at once.  Once more the Imdiko felt anxiety at being so vulnerable, yet he absolutely loved the agony of being under the control of a man of Rajhir’s strength and power.  It made no sense to him to delight in this torture, but he did.
Rajhir leaned over him once more, but this time he mouthed Flencik’s nipple.  The Imdiko writhed under the attention.  It felt as if every lick, suck, and gentle pull of Rajhir’s teeth went straight to his cocks.  His cries rang in the room as passion swirled with luscious brutality through his lower parts.
Rajhir released the diamond-hard nub and placed a clear suction cup over it, making sure the slightly fluted edges formed a seal with Flencik’s skin.  The cup looked a little like a shot glass with a nozzle at the end.  It covered the entire areola.  
“Have you ever had these used on you before?”
Flencik shook his head.  “I’ve only seen them in sex vids.”
Rajhir smirked.  “The ladies I’ve tried them on find them very exciting.  I’ve never used them on a man though.  The shape of these are different from the ones used on women, so I’m not sure how well they’ll work.  Let’s see how it goes.”
He twisted the nozzle, and there was a hiss as air released from the cup.  The pull of suction was immediate on Flencik’s nipple.  He groaned as the delightful sensation spilled through his breast and once more arrowed straight down to his groin.  A pulsing ache announced itself in the area between his cocks.  He would feel the desperate need to come soon.  Knowing he might be denied release for some time only made it worse.  It made the feeling of his nipple being sucked and the tightness of the cockring that much more obvious.  
Flencik whimpered.  Seeing how his nipple trapped inside the cup was swollen and pointed, resembling a woman’s nipple, only made things worse.  It stretched until it nearly filled the small cavity, flushing dark.  The pulling sensation had him gasping.
Rajhir looked pleased.  “That’s nice.  Now the other one.”
He applied the second cup.  The feeling of his nipples being sucked hard made Flencik feel a little crazy.  Shards of lightning zapped from them to his cocks, making him desperate to remove the cockring.  Lust churned in his groin.  Flencik strained against his bonds, cries tearing from his lips with every breath.  His cocks pounded with need.
Rajhir sat back and watched him struggle.  The Dramok’s wet lips were parted, his tongue peeking out every few seconds as Flencik writhed.  He stood and started to strip.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged

He’d stopped playing with her clit, his hand cupping her pussy as she recovered.  Now his fingers probed at her sex’s opening.  The index finger slid inside, entering easily with the slickness of her juices.  Elisa gasped as fresh arousal flared.
Zemos chuckled.  “I told you that you had much lost time to make up for.  You may hold onto me this time, and I want you to keep your eyes on my face.  Look at me, little one, and don’t look away.”
It was a good thing he’d invited her to cling to him, because his finger was moving in and out fast.  He rubbed that good inner spot too, and Elisa moaned as she felt a melting within, as if her insides had become bubbling lava trying to pour out.  Her hands found the bulk of Zemos’ shoulders and her fingers dug in as he worked her already spasming sleeve.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.  Look me in the eyes, Elisa.  I want to see everything you feel.”
Obeying Zemos on that count was much harder.  It was as if the Dramok’s gaze bore into her skull, so intense were his purple eyes with their kitty-cat pupils.  Elisa’s gaze kept skittering away, now looking at the tip of his nose, now at his brows, now at the indentation of his upper lip.
Each time she quailed before the intensity of his stare, he gently rebuked her.  “No, sweetling.  Look at me.  Stop hiding.  No secrets between us.”
Adding to the tension was Zemos’ delicious assault on her sex.  He pressed a second finger into her, adding to the pressure against the hotspot within her pussy.  Elisa thought she must be drawing blood as she gripped his shoulders with desperation, but she couldn’t relax her hold ... not when her deepest recesses were drawing in tight once more, preparing to detonate.
She’d closed her eyes again, and Zemos brought her back to her senses with a sharp tone.  “You are not looking at me, precious girl.  I think I will have to keep reminding you since you will not behave.”
With that, his fingers pounded into her, harder than before.  The palm of his hand landed against her clit with a loud report.  Pain flared; the engorged nub had emerged from its hood and was defenseless against the slap.
Elisa whooped in a large intake of breath as superheated sensation billowed through her pussy.  The sharp splinter of agony swirled in tight with the roiling arousal already there.  They joined and became one profound feeling that brought every cell of her being to exquisite life.  She cried out, her channel flexing hard around Zemos’ fingers.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped with surprise.  Then a hint of a smile curled one side of his lips up.  “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he said, his tone filling with delight.  “Well then, let’s have more, shall we?  Remember, if you need to stop, the word is sholt.  And keep your eyes on mine.”
With that last bit of instruction, Zemos finger fucked Elisa with brutal excellence.  His fingers inside her kept the amazing friction that felt so good at a continuous burn.  With every thrust into her core, his palm clapped hard against her aroused clit, treating it to pain that on its own would have been torment.  Coupled with the bliss building hard and fast within her, however, it transmuted into an ecstasy that could barely be borne while maintaining sanity.
Elisa strained against his grip, jerking under the assault.  He was making her come ... the need was rising, straining towards his hand ... intense purple eyes filling her vision, coaxing her to obey him ... harder and faster now ... a tidal wave of mind-stealing bliss rising before her ... crashing down ... driving her under with its strength roaring in her ears ... drowning ... drowning...
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September 2016 Update

Hello from wind-and-rain-swept Georgia. Gotta love those tropical storms that come up through the Gulf to deliver us a smack a state away. I’ve got tree limbs! Lots and lots of tree limbs all over my yard.
Before the clean-up effort begins, I’ll share the latest and greatest in my corner of Writing World. First of all, did you catch my interview on the Romancing the Book site? Head on over and check it out!
But let’s talk books now, because that’s what you’re wondering about. Here we go on the latest roundup:
Shalia’s Diary Book 9 – The book is finally written. One more edit run, and I can move on to formatting. I’ve never been so happy to see the end of a storyline. I was starting to wonder if I’d ever get this one done. I’m now looking at about mid-October for a release date, with the blog starting back up a week after. Here’s a tasty little tease of what’s coming:
Shalia is at last face to face with her happily-ever-after. Well…maybe. Clans Seot and Aslada vie for her love. Both can give her and her daughter Anrel lives Shalia never dreamed of. Both offer opportunities for career and happiness. Only one can give her what she’s always dreamed of…a mother free of illness.
In her latest adventure, Shalia must juggle her love life and her responsibilities to her mother Eve. Nothing is turning out quite the way she imagined, however. Two clans are determined to have her for their mate, but are they the right men for her? Meanwhile, her mother’s rocky road to recovery is driving her insane. Clashes old and new threaten Shalia’s hopes for the relationships she’s fought so hard for.
What’s a woman to do when the fairytale refuses to offer a happy ending? When it’s Shalia Monroe, anything and everything.


Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace– The international release is now available from Totally Bound Publishing. I’ve still got to get off my arse and update my website, but you can grab the links right here and now: Amazon UK, Germany, Canada, Australia, and France. Snag it in paperbackworldwide as well.

Portals to Risnar: Not of This World – I'm still waiting to hear back from publishers. Apparently this is prime time for vacation for editors. Everyone is supposed to be back in their offices after the U.S. Labor Day weekend, so hopefully I’ll have something to report soon. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.

Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command – Joy! I finally wrapped up the outline and started the first draft of this book. It’s always exciting to embark on a new adventure, and Piras, Kila, and Lokmi are providing plenty of excitement (in many different ways, wink). I am not setting a release date at this time because with cyber-schooling my son, my schedule is packed beyond belief. But my goal is to get the book out before the end of the year. So look forward to Shalia 9 in October and this one soon after.
Bring on autumn. I’m tired of sweating and storms. Have a great September, everyone!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Ravenous Virtue

Vendeen’s mocking half-grin was back.  “Just when I’m ready to give up on you, you have a moment of civilization that gives me new hope.”
Mikroe scowled at him.  “Fuck you.”
Vendeen chuckled.  “All right, servant.  Up on the bed like a good girl; hands and knees, ass in the air.”
With one last baleful glare at Mikroe, Raven stalked over to the bed.  She climbed up and assumed the position.
Vendeen also got on the bed and knelt before her.  His cock was only semi-erect.  He stroked her hair back from her face.  His face showed little emotion, but his voice was warm.  “Ignore him, pet.  Focus your attention on me and Daagiis.  We are all that matter.”
Raven nodded, absurdly grateful for his kindness.  He did care.  She was sure of it.  It was in the way he gazed down at her, his black eyes soft.
“Kiss his cock.  Lick it.  Get him good and hard.”
Mikroe’s hateful voice made her tense anew, but she continued to look up at Vendeen.  His fingers combed through her curls, the touch gentle.  He gifted her with a tiny smile.
Raven’s heart warmed.  To hell with Mikroe and his voyeurism.  Vendeen was right; only he and Daagiis mattered.  She would give herself to them for their pleasure and relegate Mikroe to background noise.
She leaned forward, inhaling Vendeen’s masculine scent.  Her eyes still rolled back to watch his face, she slowly licked the length of his cock, running her tongue over the silky smoothness from head to base.  His eyes slid halfway closed and he groaned.  His prick swelled, growing bigger and firmer.  The veins stood out as they filled with blood.
Raven slid wet kisses up and down the length.  His small sounds of pleasure warmed her.  Pleasing him gave her a sense of rightness.  Moreover, it made her excited to know she would make him come for her.  Wetness seeped from her pussy, slowly sliding down to slicken her inner thighs.
Fingers touched her there, and her breath caught.  She’d almost forgotten that Daagiis was behind her, getting ready to shove two cocks in her body.  The idea made her anxious, which somehow only fed the growing arousal she felt.
He’ll take care of me.  I’ll be all right with him.
Long fingers slid around in the honey she made, spreading it all over her pussy.  A slight tug on her clit made her gush all the more.  Daagiis used her juices to lubricate her ass as well.  Raven’s hips rose of their own accord, inviting more of his attentions.  As scared as she was about the upcoming double penetration, his touch made her body sing.  When two fingers probed her ass, she pushed against them, opening to the invasion.
“Fuck her mouth, Vendeen.  Nice and slow.”
Raven paid no attention to the unimportant voice, but when Vendeen said, “Open for me,” she immediately obeyed.
Vendeen’s cock and Daagiis’ fingers filled her at once.  Raven moaned a welcome.
The thick, heavy prick moved deep, sliding all the way back.  Raven relaxed her throat, swallowing as Vendeen entered.  His pulse throbbed fast and hard against her tongue.  He drew back out until only the broad head remained between her lips.  She flattened her tongue against it, swirling all over the velvety heat of him.  He rewarded her with the salty goodness of pre-cum.
Meanwhile, Daagiis twisted his fingers around, stretching her ass muscles as he thrust in and out.  The pressure back there was delightful despite knowing what he prepared her for.  Her stomach was filling with heat, sending sparkles of pleasure all through her groin.  She even moved back to take Daagiis’ fingers deeper.
Soft, moist sounds filled the room as the men sheathed cock and fingers inside her over and over.  In contrast to his slow, careful movements, Vendeen’s breath was coming faster and louder.  Raven moaned her enjoyment.
Despite the disgusting presence of Mikroe, the encounter excited her.  The musky scent of Vendeen was right there, his body moving against her face so she couldn’t smell anything but masculine lust.  The feel of his fingers twining in her hair, of his grip clutching her head, of his hot, throbbing cock moving in and out of her mouth were carnal heaven.  Added to that was the steady pulse of Daagiis readying her for the fearful fucking she would soon receive; the terrible anticipation only adding to Raven’s excitement now.
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Shalia's Diary on Hiatus

We've reached the end of another storyline. As those who follow my Wicked Words blog know, there have been delays in my writing the next one. It is coming, everyone! The timeframe as of now looks like mid-October. I will keep you informed as to exactly when the next book is scheduled for release and when this blog will resume.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Sister Katherine

Still, her stomach dipped and dived with mounting need.  Her sex had achieved a will of its own, grasping at the hard appendage filling it, trying to draw it deeper.  Her clitoris swelled and expanded, emerging from its hood to reach desperately for that contact that kept just out of attainment. 
Miv moved with such care and yet he made her nearly insane with need.  At last Katherine had to beg or go mad.
“Please, my Nobek?”
“What are you asking me for?” he asked.  His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
“More.  Faster.  Harder.  I want you to touch me.”  She heard the desperation in her voice and didn’t care.
He mused over her plaintive request for a moment.  “I am not in any hurry, my Matara.  But I will touch you, a little.”
His finger and thumb closed over the shaft of her eager clit, not truly gripping but only lightly enclosing.  Miv stroked its length, her copious moisture making it easy to slide up and down.  Though the touch was ephemeral in its delicacy, Katherine’s lower body seized with intense strength.  She jerked against her captors, her cry ringing through the room.
As if Miv’s fondling wasn’t enough, Simdow and Vadef began stroking her breasts and abdomen, the contact they made just as soft as the Nobek’s.  Every caress brought a cascade of heat and effervescent sensation to her flesh, zapping down in arrow strikes to her demanding clitoris.  Had she been suffering before?  Now the tumult had been exquisitely tuned to a high pitch and Katherine nearly screamed from want.
Her sex strained for release, almost desperate to discharge the ballooning pressure.  Katherine felt swollen with ecstasy.  Even the measured friction of Miv’s movements within her passages had become flashpoints of smoldering embers, feeding the greater inferno fighting to escape.  The Nobek had her right on the verge of eruption, and there he held her, not letting her cool for an instant but yet not allowing the final explosion.
Simdow tugged on one nipple, adding to the din that made Katherine insensible to everything but profound and agonizing expectation.  Vadef stroked over her stomach, his touch seeming to transmit from the surface to deep within to join the tangled mass of need.  And still Miv stroked the sides of her most sensitive flesh, dangling her just out of reach of satiety’s claws.
Tears spilled from Katherine’s eyes.  Her mouth opened and a scream unfurled, pealing long and tormented.  “Miiiiiv!”
“Yes, my Matara.  Come for me.”
His finger tapped the exposed and straining tip of her clitoris.  Keyed up to the breaking point, Katherine finally detonated, her whole being flying outward like a bursting star.  Each discharge fed into another ignition.  She seemed to be the epicenter of the start of creation itself, a churning, heaving expulsion, blasting the components of existence far and wide.
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