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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace

            "This isn't how Earth picnics usually go."  Amelia’s halfhearted protest sounded weak to her own ears.  In fact, her husky tone was inviting.  She allowed Flencik to tug her blouse off without resistance.            Breft twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back.  "We make new rules for the picnic.  We will have a Kalquorian picnic instead," he said.  His mouth closed over Flencik’s bite and drew on the bleeding wounds.  Amelia groaned from the sweet sensation of him feeding on her.  Rajhir joined the wonderful assault.  He pushed down her sweatpants and underwear.  His strong hands parted her thighs, and he sucked the lips of her sex, pulling moisture from her craving body.            Amelia melted under their mouths, every muscle pliant to their whims.  Her fingers found the coarse waves of hair that grew to Breft's shoulders; she stroked it as his mouth moved from her throat to press its demands over her lips.            Rajhir's mouth left her sex.  Her legs fell further apart, inviting him back.  Instead of his tongue, cold sluiced down her sensitive crevice.  She yipped her surprise into Breft's mouth.  He withdrew, startled.  They both looked down her body.  Rajhir grinned at them, righting the wine bottle he'd tipped over her pubic curls.  Liquid sapphire beads sparkled in the swirls of hair.            "Sweet wine," he said.  His eyes sparkled boyish mischief as he sampled his work.  Amelia moaned to feel his tongue lapping at her sex.  Her juices flowed freely with the wine.  She wondered how she tasted.            Breft grabbed a nellus berry and put it to her lips.  "Flencik says you like these much."            She moaned, delighting in the juicy fruit exploding in her mouth, Flencik sucking on her breasts, and Rajhir feasting between her legs.  I’m in heaven, she thought.  Surely this is worth all the fires of Hell.            Breft grinned at her obvious delight.  He sprinkled sprigs of desrel into the hollow of her throat and retrieved them with his lips and tongue.  She shivered at the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his teeth on the sensitive area.            Flencik seemed to approve of his clanmate's choice of serving platter.  He scattered an assortment of food over Amelia’s belly and breasts.  Then he drizzled wine over the works.  After Breft popped a bite of chicken into her mouth, he joined the other two in gobbling food off her skin.            New erotic places blossomed to pleasurable life under the voracious Kalquorian mouths.  The creases where her breasts ended and ribcage began, the cup of her navel, the hollows of her shoulders, the tops of her knees; these areas tingled under the attention of her companions.            "Now the other side," Rajhir said.  He stripped off his tunic.  His muscles shone with perspiration.  If Amelia’s drugged body had possessed the strength, she’d have licked him from head to toe.  He looked delicious.  Flencik and Breft followed his example, baring their equally yummy torsos.  They rolled Amelia over on her belly, depriving her of the view.  She sighed a protest.            The splash of wine on her naked back and buttocks relieved the worst of the twin suns’ heat.  She closed her eyes as the Kalquorians resumed lunch on her flesh.  Occasionally, they fed her a morsel and helped her sip wine from the rapidly depleting bottle.  Her earlier fantasy in the washing basin was nothing compared to this slow pleasuring, a pleasuring Flencik’s bite and the wine had left her happily defenseless against.            Amelia lay still, feeling every lick, nuzzle, nibble, and touch.  The attention continued well after the food disappeared.  A calloused finger traced her spine.  Strong hands kneaded her buttocks.  A tongue slipped a wet path down the crevice to her anus.  Another pair of hands slid beneath her to cup and squeeze her breasts.  Lips kissed the nape of her neck, bringing gooseflesh.            “Don’t be afraid,” Rajhir whispered in her ear.            A strip of silky cloth was tied over Amelia’s eyes, blindfolding her.  Another bound her wrists behind her back.  The bonds felt soft, but tight.  The sudden domination brought every sense alive.  She lay still wondering what they planned to do to her.  Her juices flowed like a river between her thighs.            Take me.  Force me.  Make me obey.  She tensed her arms and found her bonds held her firm.  The Kalquorians had rendered her completely helpless.  She moaned.  Her breath quickened with anticipation.            The men lifted Amelia from the ground and made her straddle a pair of kneeling thighs.  Her breasts flattened against a smooth chest.  The contact made her nipples feel swollen and heavy.  She groaned and writhed against the delicious contact.            The twin set of a Kalquorian's erections pressed up beneath her.  He felt burning hot, as if he might brand her flesh.  She wriggled her hips, desperate to get his wet lengths inside.            Amelia sighed as the larger of the two penises pressed its way into her.  The smaller prodded at her anus.            Hands from behind adjusted the rectal penis so that it slipped into her sex with its companion.  It filled her to bursting with a heady ache as her flesh stretched to accept the girth, her own weight driving her down onto it.  Incapable of struggle, she submitted with a whimper that was more pleasure than pain.  Her sex gushed its delight at the double invasion.  The thickness had the man inside her pressing hard against her most sensitive places.            Fingers entered her anus, twisting and turning and stretching her.  Meanwhile, lips brushed against hers, then seized her in a determined kiss.  The raspy tongue swept into her mouth, stroking sinuously against hers.  Amelia sucked on it, tasting leshella and brute male.  It was a heady flavor, making her grind down hard on him.            The fingers in her backside pulled free.  The Kalquorian behind her pressed close, and she felt his larger sex pushing against her anus.  She shuddered, knowing the impossibility; he was too large to enter her that way.  She also knew impossible or not, he’d take what he wanted and what she wanted him to take. 
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WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction

I’m not sure what got my hackles up. I never saw the presence who was suddenly there. Never heard it. But I sensed it all at once and I went on alert in an instant. My upper lip wrinkled back from fangs that I knew appeared as alarm took away my control.
I pushed Lana behind me, getting between her and the dark shadowy figure just behind the heavy curtain at the back of the stage. I inhaled, getting copious amounts of Lana’s perfume. There was something else as well. Something sulfurous and burnt.
The shape moved forward, slow and sinuous, almost serpentine. It came into the light and solidified. I blinked. He was just a man, not some hell creature that I’d half-expected. In fact, I not seen a less presuming man before, but for the strange white-blue eyes he aimed at me. They were like the eyes of a Siberian husky, except human. Utterly human, like the rest of him.
Lana rushed to introduce this stranger, her tone fairly gushing. “This is Arthur Dragwald from Britain. He’s a friend of Augustus’. Arthur, this is Brandilynn Payson.”
Arthur bowed, as courtly and refined a gentleman as ever was born. I judged him to be in his forties from his slightly lined thin face. A bedraggled mustache and goatee, brown like his coarse hair that lay to the bottom of his neck, made his face appear longer, almost horse-like.
Wondering what had gotten into me a moment ago ... there wasn’t even a trace of that sulfur smell, if it had ever existed ... I nodded to the man. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Dragwald.”
He smiled a long, crooked toothed smile at me. Yup, horselike. However his British accent was impeccable. “Ms. Payson. A delight and an honor. Augustus has told me much about you.”
I stared at him to hear the name that was more dishonored than my own these days. When I realized my silence might be construed as rude, I recovered myself. “It looks like your timing is a little off for a visit. I suppose you’ve been told Augustus has gone off to Greece.”
Dragwald nodded. “I came at his request. He thought your little group might be able to use my talents in his absence.”
“Talents?” Despite the gorgeous accent and fine manners, Dragwald didn’t look to possess much of note. His clothes, though clean, looked nearly as threadbare and bygone as he.
Lana spoke up in tones that shouted ‘lovestruck teenager’. “Arthur is a pyrokinetic.”
“As in setting fires?” If he hadn’t held my undivided attention before, he had it now.
Perhaps discerning my sudden unease, Dragwald chuckled. “Do not worry, lovely lady. I am well aware of the great flammability of the body you are ensconced in. I will be judicious should I be required to – how do you Americans put it? ‘Light someone up’.”
No wonder my hackles had gone up when I first saw him. Somehow I’d sensed the danger the man posed despite the unassuming personality. Vampires are basically kindling. When the heat of a sunbeam can set your body smoldering, you learn to keep away from flames.
Dragwald’s horsey smile, while not pretty, was pleasant. I wasn’t sure what to make of him. He seemed almost, I don’t know, alien. He looked human, more human than Tristan or Gerald or me. Or perhaps it was a sense of a person lost in time. 
That had to be it. I was thrown by those charming Old World manners. I’d heard that despite our shared language, Americans and Brits were worlds apart in some respects. Besides, if he was a friend of Augustus, it had to be okay. I glanced around, and no one else was giving Dragwald a second look.
I extended my hand for an oh-so American shake. “Welcome to Fulton Falls, Mr. Dragwald. I hope you enjoy your time here.”
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction (WIP)

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I’d had enough conversation. “How about putting the you into me?”
He snorted. “Do you call that a seduction?”
I grinned. Despite the nonchalant attitude he gave me, I felt Dan’s avid interest twitching under my pussy. 
I slid down his legs to end up kneeling on the floor. “No, I call this a seduction.”
With that, I wished my dress away. I spread my folded legs wide, exposing my pussy. At the same time, I laced my fingers behind my neck and held my elbows out, my shoulders pulled back to lift my breasts like an offering. I cast my eyes to the floor between Dan’s feet.
“How may I serve you, Sir?” I asked in my most submissive tone.
Dan’s happy sigh warmed me from head to toe. Other things warmed when I saw him opening his fly. I kept my gaze glued to the floor, but my peripheral vision didn’t miss the mouthwatering vision of hard and ready cock bobbing free.
“Hands behind your back. Put that pretty mouth to work, little girl,” came the husky voice of my master.
We are ghosts, but our memories hold everything we need to make good stuff happen. I was delighted to see a pearlescent drop had already formed on the tip of Dan’s shaft. I licked salty, musky goodness, moaning my pleasure at the gift. 
I licked all over the velvety smooth head of him, tracing dips and ridges with the tip of my tongue. Heavens, he tasted delicious. One of his hands buried in my hair, clutching a fistful and holding it tight. I creamed to feel his control over me. 
“Kiss the head of my cock, baby girl. Kiss it like a good little subbie.”
I obeyed, my lips closing over livid, pulsing flesh. When things get good, we remember things like heartbeats and breathing. It’s close to having a body again. Not perfectly so, but near enough to count.
I ran my tongue over and over his silky cockhead, sucking it into my mouth like a lollipop. His hold on my hair tightened. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming and I readied for it.
Sure enough, Dan pressed my face down, making me take his full length into my mouth and down my throat. One of the great things about sex after death is that we don’t need to breathe. Dan could have pounded my face all day long and it wouldn’t have bothered me. However my big sexy Sir likes things a little noisy and forceful. So I obliged him.
I gagged and struggled against his hold on me. He held me down, keeping himself embedded until he pulled me off with a satisfied grunt. I rolled streaming eyes up to see him looking very lord and master. Ah, how I love that look of power he gets. It’s so exciting. I could feel juices running down my inner thighs as I responded to his strength.
He pushed me down slowly while simultaneously raising his hips. He didn’t make me take so much that time or the next. But the third time, my face met his pelvis.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take it all. Take every last bit of Sir’s cock.” 
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WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction

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Wendy’s voice bordered on desperation. “Ms. Payson, I really need to ask you to wait.”
I was still in control, but I decided there was a point to make. When I turned to her again, I let go of the glamour masking my fangs and red eyes.
“Do you see any Blood Potion in my hand? No, you don’t. And there are a lot of warm, tasty bodies in this room right now. Get out of my way.”
A deep, smooth voice rolled over us. “Hello, Brandilynn. Did you need to see me?”
I straightened and put the glamour back in place before turning around to face Tristan Keith, the owner of that voice.
He stood at the edge of the bandstand, looking down at us. He wore a business suit that was thoroughly modern, but there was no mistaking he’d come from an earlier time. In fact, Tristan might have walked the floors of the King George in its heyday. He might have danced with flappers in this very ballroom for all I knew.
Gerald stood nearby, his gaze on Tristan saying he was less than pleased with his boss. And our resident psychic Lana looked kind of angry too. That’s saying something, because Lana is as bubbly as they come. She almost never gets mad.
Gerald and Lana are my friends. Maybe Tristan treating me like a pariah was what got on their nerves. At the moment, that was neither here nor there. I had come for answers to other questions, and I was by thunder going to get them.
I gave Tristan the most pleasant look I could dredge up. Look at me, being polite and reasonable. “Why yes, Tristan. I do need to see you, right away.”
Without sparing the hapless Wendy another glance, I mounted the steps to the stage and stood looking at Tristan. Had there not been so much angst between us, the view would have been delightful. Black onyx eyes. Even blacker hair, cut in the fashion of the 1920’s when he’d last drawn a human breath. Classically cut features, giving him a beauty that his pale skin rendered an enthralling starkness to. He was not outdoorsy-masculine like Dan, but more like dapper Errol Flynn masculine. He could have worn (and has worn) a tuxedo as effortlessly as most men wear jeans.
I swallowed hard. It sucks to find Tristan compelling still. When I look at him, even when he’s vampire hard and smells of a dried husk of something long withered, I somehow can’t believe we’re over. My very being cries out against it.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown (M/M)

Egilka grinned, and then his face softened once more. “Aw fuck, you feel good, Clajak. So hot and tight around me.”
He didn’t lower himself so much as collapse on top of the Dramok. He seized Clajak’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Clajak reciprocated, demanding some measure of control.
His body blanketing the prince’s, Egilka see-sawed his hips, filling and emptying Clajak. His cock rubbed endless friction against that sensitive spot, driving the Dramok insane with need. The motion moved his lower belly against Clajak’s cocks, making him even crazier. He growled and nipped Egilka’s lips, desperate for release. Egilka clung tighter, riding him with a pace that grew more frenzied by the moment.
Their bodies dampened with sweat as they bucked against one another. Clajak couldn’t separate his thundering heartbeat from the pounding of Egilka’s breast. They gasped and snarled into each other’s mouths. Egilka’s fingers dragged down the prince’s ribcage, his nails scraping fiery trails. The hurt fed into the violent passion that left Clajak yelling with agonized ecstasy.
Egilka jerked up, his shaking arms barely able to hold him over Clajak as he hammered into his ass like a man possessed. The hard, rapid use swelled the ball of pressure held back by the cockring. Clajak screamed at the Imdiko, his fangs unhinged, his mind uncoupling from all sense. He had to come. Right. The. Fuck. Now.
Egilka’s strained shriek rose over the prince’s as his body went rigid. Veins popped out all over the long, lithe muscles that made up his graceful form. Then came the gentle pulse of release, a slow throb in Clajak’s passage and a flood of warmth filling him.
His breath sobbing, Egilka’s shaking hand tugged at the ring damming Clajak. Its tight grip resisted the trembling Imdiko for a moment, and Clajak screamed frustration again. Then it pulled loose, sliding over the slick member, setting him free.
Egilka didn’t need to touch him again. All at once, the hard ball between Clajak’s cocks let loose. His secondary cock gave a shuddering throb. Fire lanced up his primary prick, a blinding stream of painful elation that erupted in thick jets. Clajak howled as surge after surge tore free, splattering his and Egilka’s torsos and even the Imdiko’s face. Spasms wracked the Dramok’s entire body, as if his innards were ripping themselves apart to release the pent-up fluids that shot forth.
Egilka uttered a last wrenching groan and collapsed over Clajak again. Clajak grunted, his groin still seizing, still fighting to expel every last drop of seed in him. It felt as if his cocks pumped forever before the spasms eased. He lay panting under the warm sprawl of his long-awaited lover.  Available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Nook, Smashwords, All Romance eBooksand in print.

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