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February 19, 2016
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer
Degorsk growled, put out of temper by pain and arousal. “Would you fuck me already? Damn it, you two talk too much!” Lidon grabbed his braid and yanked the Imdiko’s head back, forcing it onto his shoulder. “As you wish,” he growled, watching Degorsk’s face. The Nobek worked his cock in and out of Degorsk’s ass, pounding hard against the sore flesh. Degorsk yelped with every thrust, but the sounds were more need than pained. Lidon had found that spot, and just beneath the Imdiko’s second cock, something pulsed with every surge into his body. The whole while he was forced to look into Lidon’s face, that deadly, beautiful face. The Nobek’s eyes drank in the sight of Degorsk’s erotic suffering and grew darker with every cry the doctor made. The pressure beneath Degorsk’s cocks was swelling, growing larger, threatening to burst. One wail bled into the next as it fed into his pricks, making them so hard they curved up against his body and bounced off his belly with each strong shove Lidon made into him. Sweet fire pooled at the base of his front cock. Degorsk was coming. As if in slow motion, he felt the delicious burning slide up the shaft, filling it up as a muscular contraction squeezed it tight. Thick streams pulsed out, fountaining as he shrieked. Bursts of agonized elation poured out, raining down on the seat before him. There was a low roar behind him, and the throb of Lidon’s eruption inside his ass joined in. The Nobek’s howl rang in his ears. Degorsk’s body sagged in Lidon’s grip as the last expulsions left his body. It was only then that he realized he had come without a hand on his cocks.
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February 18, 2016
February 17, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Jeannie Gardner blinked at her brightly-lit surroundings as enveloping warmth thawed the cold that had begun to penetrate deep into her flesh. There were more of the striped animal-men like the pair that had taken her prisoner inside the domed building that made her think of a telescope observatory. Except the dome overhead was made of curved triangles of clear glass that showed the large blue planet that hung in the heavens. Podium-like structures made of the same metallic material of the dome’s shell circled the center of the room. Along the curved walls were screens that displayed strange symbols – possibly an alien language, she reasoned; along with one that showed an overhead shot of what was obviously a landscape. There were also screens that were blank. After three weeks outside of the alien laboratories – to the best of her calculations, it had been three weeks now – she’d grown used to that bizarre sky with its blue planet that watched over her trials and travels. But the building she was in and the manimals that occupied it ... those were different. Scary. Fascinating. Their rumbling but sibilant speech sounded bizarre but it was not unpleasant. Particularly the one that held her close to his body that had started out as hard as steel and now felt every bit as pliant as her flesh. He smelled like the outdoors, a nice, woodsy scent. He looked down on her now, his pupils as shiny as brand-new nickels with eight-pointed starburst pupils. His pointed ears moved, perking towards her as if he waited for her to tell him something particularly clever. If not for those weird eyes and ears and the gold, brown, and white-striped skin, his face would be utterly human. He looked like one of those cosplayers that went to comic book conventions, a kind of tiger-zebra-superhero perhaps. Certainly his physique ran in the hyper-masculine superhero direction. Holy smokes, he was naked too. Naked with no genitalia. Jeannie was relieved she wasn’t in danger of being ravished by Super Alien Dude and his friend, but a small part of her mind thought it a shame that such a stunning specimen had no equipment.
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February 15, 2016
Shalia's Diary Monday Post
A night on the 'town'. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/
February 12, 2016
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge
“Matara, place your hands behind your back. Lace your fingers together and leave them there,” he told her.
She looked down at him, hesitating. A crease appeared between her brows as she contemplated defying him.
He raised an eyebrow at her. Amusement at her willfulness made him smile, but he kept his tone firm to let her know he was serious. “Will I have to put you over my knee for a spanking, naughty girl?” he asked softly.
Her eyes widened, and Ospar could almost hear her thoughts as she debated whether or not he would do such a thing. Her scent strengthened, and the Dramok felt a surge of passion. She found the idea enticing, did she? Discipline would have to be handled carefully given the past abuse suffered at her Earther husband’s hands, but Ospar was delighted to know it might be something she could learn to enjoy. Iris deserved the opportunity to know all the pleasures of putting herself completely in the clan’s hands.
After a long beat, Iris untangled her fingers from his scalp. She put her hands behind her back.“Much better,” Ospar said, giving her as much approval as he could. Her face softened with quiet, hopeful joy. The expression stabbed his chest.
Little Iris, you are enslaving me with every passing moment, he thought.
He sighed and went back to mouthing her breasts. He set his rough tongue against her nipple first, licking all around it, whipping against it, making it red and hard and swollen. Then he did the same with the other one, working the flesh until it was engorged to his satisfaction. While he enjoyed Iris’ flesh, she moaned and shuddered under the attention.
Time to step it up, Ospar decided. He sucked as much of one breast as he could fit into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape her tender flesh. Iris cried out in reaction and thrust forward, as if to make him take more.
Ospar withdrew, sucking hard on her breast as he released her. At the end, he nipped the jutting point to make her cry out again. Her aroma was a drowning sweetness all around him.
Her other breast received the same treatment. Iris’ every breath ended in a whimper and the Dramok felt the gallop of her pulse against his tongue.
Ospar loosened his grip on Iris, letting her slide down his body to her feet. Her knees buckled as she landed, sending her tumbling backwards. Jol and Rivek were there to catch her, and she blinked up at them as if she’d forgotten they were in the room. Perhaps she had. Her eyes had that glazed, dreamy look again.
Ospar let his clanmates support her as he tugged her boots off. Then he peeled her pants away, taking her panties with them. Her sweet, hairless pussy was there, wetness glistening from the darker pink of her slit.
The Dramok tossed the last of her clothing aside. Then he cupped her mound, feeling how slippery, how hot she was. Held up by Jol and Rivek, Iris groaned at his touch and writhed against his rubbing fingers.
“Who does this belong to, Iris?” he asked.
“You, my Dramok,” she panted.
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February 11, 2016
February 10, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Kren and Arga drew up short, close enough to reach out and touch. However, they made no move to make contact. Instead Kren trained a light beam at it, bringing bright illumination to spotlight the thing they’d caught. They stared at something they’d never seen before. It had a humanoid appearance, similar to themselves. The being’s one-colored peach skin was apparently soft as it was covered in scratches. Kren supposed the small injuries had come about from the strange animal’s flight through the dense woods. Had it no armor? Except for the triangle of pelt over its genital area and the mid-back length of its hair, it showed no signs of protective covering at all. His gaze kept going to that fuzzy vee between her thighs when it wasn’t arrested by her rounded breasts with the fascinating pink points. He’d never seen the creature’s like, but the signs declared she wasn’t the only one. Arga voiced the same thoughts. “It is ready to nurse. Where is its offspring?” Risnarish women only displayed breasts when they were in the nursing stage of motherhood. This female was similar enough to Kren’s people that he had to assume she had given birth fairly recently. The full breasts, a newborn’s font of nutrition, had no other reason to be present. He muttered, “Good question. It looks like it’s in season as well.” Kren swallowed hard. Through the kinky curls of the Tysu’s light-colored pelt, he could plainly see the cleft of a female sex. It was just like that of the women he had bred with. Did this thing have a mate nearby along with a baby? So many questions for this strange, cringing being. A sense of pity washed over him for the obvious fear in her strange blue eyes ... eyes with round pupils. How was it possible that something obviously not Risnarish could possess so many similarities to his species? Underlying Kren’s confusion was the idea that the funny-looking female was pretty in a dainty, exotic fashion. Fine-boned, too delicate, too defenseless when compared to the hardy creatures of his planet ... but compelling with her heart-shaped face, wide sky-blue eyes, and blatantly female exhibition. Kren didn’t like that he found her interesting beyond curiosity’s natural call. He didn’t like that he felt compelled to touch her unstriped skin or that full flowing mane that looked soft as the linens covering his bed at home. By the Universal Soul, what was wrong with him?
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February 8, 2016
February 5, 2016
Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font
“You know what I want,” he whispered against her lips, and with a shiver Naya bent her legs up and out, capturing her knees to open herself to him.
Before accepting her offering Elisha bit into her breast, suckling blood as a babe might its mother’s milk. He didn’t take much, just enough to make Naya squirm with the erotic thrill of him feeding on her. Then he did the same with her other breast, and she moaned. He moaned back and smiled at her, his silken tongue working to catch the scarlet trails seeping from the punctures.
“So that’s what it feels like,” he said. He’d never been bitten by a lover before and had no idea how erotically thrilling it could be. Their linked minds were teaching them both so much.
His attentions moved down, and Elisha’s fingertips brushed her nether lips. Naya shuddered all over as heat suffused her body.
“Hold very still for me, my love,” he commanded her. “I wish to know how it feels for you, where you are most sensitive.”
“Yes, Elisha,” she whimpered, though she ached to somehow overpower him, to throw him back on the bed and claim his eager manhood with her body.
He chuckled, his natural dominance surging as she acknowledged her inability to make him do as she wished. “Poor Naya. Is it so terrible to be subject to my whims?”
Knowing just what his whims were and how he would wield his gentle tyranny made Naya laugh back. “No, it’s not. But it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine!”
“But I will. I will feel every second of your sweet anguish as I torment you. I will suffer as you do.”
Naya sighed and closed her eyes in surrender. “Do as you will, then.”
For the next half hour, perhaps longer – it felt like it went on for an eternity – Elisha tortured her with fingers, mouth, and tongue. Her softest flesh was awash in juices as she made herself perfectly motionless for his minute explorations. And he left nothing untouched, learning from her open mind how the rim of her outer lips trembled when his fingers traced their outline, how his tongue on her inner lips made her gush with more honey, how his tongue stabbing into her opening made everything inside clench tight. Even her anus was gently evaluated, and both gasped with the shock of sensation his exploration prompted.
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February 4, 2016
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