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July 13, 2015
July 10, 2015
Weekend Wake-up Call – Alien Interludes: A Family Affair
Yuder grinned wickedly and obliged her by rolling over onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay on top of him. Tara braced herself up, her palms flat on his chest. She immediately slid up and down over his body, cooing with renewed arousal as he slipped lusciously within her. The position made her clit drag over his groin with amazing friction, and she gushed honey. Yuder drew breath in through clenched teeth.
“You will end up killing me, woman!”
She raised her eyebrow in her sauciest expression. “Is that a complaint? Should I stop?”
He growled at her, showing his fangs. “Don’t you dare. If I can’t die in glorious battle, this would be my preferred method.”
Tara decided to do something that drove Yuder absolutely wild. She started talking about what they were doing.
“Oh, you feel so big and thick inside me,” she sighed. “Filling me up full.”
He growled, the pupils of his eyes growing until the blue-purple irises were all but eclipsed.
“Moving in and out. Putting pressure on every surface inside me. Yuder, it feels so good, making love to you. Put your hands on me.”
He did, covering her small, still firm breasts. He cupped one and strained to suck the turgid nipple into his mouth.
“Oh yes. Your mouth and hands on my breasts. Your cocks inside my rear and vagina. Yes, Yuder. Yes, my love.”
Yuder growled, drawing her breast deep into his mouth before switching to the other one. He was becoming a little rougher with her, a sign her verbal teasing was getting to him.
Tara ground little circles with her hips as she worked him with her slow, steady pace. “Feel how wet and warm I am around you. How easily I open to you but still snug, holding you tight inside me. Feel me giving myself to you.”
His head slammed back onto the pillow, his hands sliding down from her chest to her hips, gripping tight. Tara was giddy with her power over this man who outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds. One more sentence and she would drive him beyond control.
“Feel me fucking you, Yuder.”
He reared up at her base words, fangs fully extended. She cried out as they impaled her neck, sending sweet euphoria into her, making her come again. Tara barely noticed she was now on her back, Yuder above her, letting go of the bite, his face grim with lust and determination as he fought his instincts to batter her with his need, his thrusts powerful but controlled. Even maddened with animal desire, Yuder would not allow himself to hurt her.
Moments later the strain on his face disappeared, erased by the bliss of realization. The thickness of him spasmed in Tara’s still clenching hearth, sending a stream of himself inside, mingling his essence with her. Tara groaned loudly as another thunderclap of orgasm sounded within.
And then all was warmth and belonging as they gasped in unison, the high of climax dissipating into the gentler goodness of simply being in each others’ presence. Yuder rolled onto his side and gathered Tara to his shaking body, keeping himself immersed inside her. They proclaimed their tempestuous love with tender kisses.
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July 9, 2015
July 8, 2015
WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown
His smile didn’t fade until they stepped out into Ler’s hazy but bright sunlight. Temporarily blinded, Clajak slowed, almost stopping. The humidity hit him like an almost solid wall, along with the overpowering odor of rancid waste. When a huge dark form appeared in front of him, he came to a halt, momentarily thinking he had blundered up to a wall ... a wall where someone had elected to take the universe’s most foul dump. The stench overpowered the fetid green smell of the nearby jungle. Egilka bumped into him from behind. The Imdiko started to apologize, but he was cut off by a squealing snarl. Egilka’s voice rose high in panic. “Fuck! Clajak, it’s those damned Tragooms!” Clajak had no time to react. Egilka had barely finished his warning when a brutal blow caught the prince in the midsection. All the breath left his body in an instant. His legs turned to water beneath him, and he fell to the ground hard. So that’s what smells so bad, he thought in a daze. Not shit. Tragooms. Over the roar in his ears, Clajak heard Egilka bellow his own cry of pain. Then the Imdiko thudded to the ground next to Clajak. The prince had a bare moment of seeing scarlet on his promised’s mouth. Despite the pain in his midsection, the sight made Clajak’s legs remember how to work. He was suddenly on his feet. The knife from his belt pouch had found its way into his hand. Clajak stood over Egilka, already lashing out at the pair of Tragooms to defend his companion. Unfortunately for the Dramok, his knife only skidded across the boulder-like upper chest of one of the Tragooms. The blade was sharp enough to cut through an armored formsuit, but it was not able to even scratch the squealing beast’s bare flesh. Below the breastbone, you dolt, a voice in his head yelled. The imagined shout sounded a lot like his father Yuder.
Releasing mid-December 2015
July 6, 2015
July 3, 2015
Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9
I quickly brought my attention back to Bane. He looked at me with all the heat a woman can ask from a man. I spread my legs in invitation, wanting to feel that very large, very thick cock inside. He growled to see me so exposed, and the light dusting of black and gray fur on the skin his leather vest exposed was suddenly longer and coarser. Oh my.
He put two fingers inside me and drew them out slowly. He held them up in the air to show everyone the wetness. Growls and grunts greeted the sight. Then he looked at me with those golden animal eyes, and I squirmed with need.
“Please,” I whimpered.
To my relieved delight, Bane grabbed hold of my thighs, lifting me into position. He slid in nice and smooth. That width was a little more than Fizz was used to handling, given how it ached to take him in. Maybe she wouldn’t have liked it, but it’s the kind of uncomfortable fullness I enjoy.
Oh, did I ever enjoy it.
He sheathed himself in our shared body, bumping hard against the cervix. Cascades of brilliant, sparkly sensation washed over me, making me groan throatily with pleasure. I grabbed the sides of the table and hung on as Bane drove against me with a steady rhythm.
I don’t know what was more exciting; being taken by a muscled beast-man who was packing a lot more than a pea-shooter, or having all those people watch his flesh work in and out of mine. The combined thrills took me on an express ride right up to the edge of climax. In no time I was crying out, my knuckles white as I held on for dear life.
Bane was getting furrier by the second. His muzzle extended, becoming more wolf-like as he rode me. Bestiality has never been on my radar as sexually enticing. I prayed he’d hit climax before doggy-style became more than a position.
He was getting close to judge by the quickening pace of his hips pounding against mine. I closed my eyes to shut out all but the sensation of his flesh thudding into me, stroking with luscious pressure against the ever-eager cluster of nerves inside my sheath. The tireless friction was lighting an inferno, and I was closing in on complete conflagration. A pre-climax convulsion tightened everything below my waist. I wailed.
The wail became a shriek as the real thing hit, pulverizing me from the inside. The spasm that seized me bowed my back so that only my buttocks and head touched the table. It held me in its jaws like a dog with a rag doll. I was helpless in its ruthless grip.
The wonderfully brutal pressure eased to be replaced by dozens of smaller paroxysms that had me tossing my head from side to side in agonized delight. It was the kind of orgasm you wish would never end. I could have rode that thing for eternity.
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July 2, 2015
Shalia's Diary Thursday Post
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July 1, 2015
WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown
Clajak hefted Egilka off his shoulder, putting him on his still smarting ass on the dirt floor of the tiny, unadorned room. The Dramok deposited him gently enough, but Egilka winced and moaned anyway. Clajak had a nasty spanking hand. The prince stood over him, looking down with a set expression. A sense of authority came off him as he stared at Egilka. The powerful body, dominant stance, and riveting eyes combined to make Egilka want to cower. The Imdiko felt vulnerable at his feet, very much the weaker of the pair. For some reason, his cocks jerked as he took in the man standing over him. Egilka tried to ignore the excitement sending warmth to his groin. If Clajak had the slightest inkling what his display of command had on the Imdiko, then there would be no telling what might happen. Egilka got his feet under him. He moved carefully, not knowing what to expect from the Dramok. Yet he did his best to appear unaffected by Clajak, pretending he was not intimidated or enticed by the other man. He would continue to play the situation as if angry ... though his fury had already ebbed. He gave Clajak what he hoped was a convincing scowl as he dusted dirt off his clothing. “Fine. You found us some privacy to talk at normal conversational levels. Say what you want and then get out of my way.” Clajak’s arms folded over his chest. The posture made his biceps bulge in a way that turned Egilka’s mouth dry. “You’re going to honor our arranged clanning, Imdiko. You will not call it off.” The forbidding voice only fueled the heat in Egilka’s groin. Damn it, when Clajak turned the authority on he was much too tempting. Egilka had the urge to jump on the man and rub himself all over his muscular body. Instead he asked in a frosty tone, “Why shouldn’t I? You’ve made it plain you don’t want me as your Imdiko. Otherwise, you would have been on Kalquor when it came time to announce our union.” Clajak’s jaw tensed. “Just because I delayed it doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” “You’ve got a funny way of showing it. I come here to get you, you fuck me, and you leave.” A note of hurt tried to creep into Egilka’s tone. He quashed it. “I’m here now. I’m not running away, am I? That was you this time.” Clajak’s arms lowered to his sides. His gaze was all steely intent as he took a step towards Egilka. Now he wasn’t a commanding Dramok; he had become a predator. A thrill shot down Egilka’s spine. Clajak took another step towards him. Egilka backed away, unsure if he wanted to be caught or not.
Releasing mid-December 2015
June 29, 2015
June 26, 2015
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave
The Imdiko pulled her down while driving his hips up, the entry forceful. Dani grunted at the sudden impaling. Only now did she realize how generous Krijero had been to give her pleasure while his own needs had become torment.
Slight growls punctuated each thrust. His cock bumped her cervix with every plunge, sending heady sparks of agonized pleasure through her body. Dani dug her fingers into the alien’s shoulders as she re-awoke to implacable desire.
Krijero suddenly shifted, bearing her down so that she lay on her back with him covering her with his weight. Dani was pinned beneath the huge Kalquorian, helpless against him driving harder and faster into her. The rough use and her vulnerability only made her wetter, hotter. Climax rushed at her again, a speeding freight train that would crush her beneath its force. A high, thin cry escaped her.
The Imdiko’s hand clapped over her mouth. The added subduing heightened the thrill of his possession. She was cresting … going over …
Her insides seized. Hot, sharp, excruciating elation lit her from the inside out, bursting her into a hundred thousand fireworks. Dani cried out against the muffling hand, the orgasm’s voice refusing to be silenced. Krijero grunted, his rhythm failing as her pussy clenched at him, fighting to draw him in deeper, as if her body could consume his in its entirety. Suddenly his face was burrowed in her neck, his fangs biting down. A brief shiver of pain brought her again, and the Kalquorian snarled around his mouthful of her skin as his cock jerked in her sheath.
He rutted hard against her as he poured his rapture into her womb. A part of Dani’s mind knew she would be sore later. As the intoxicant injected by Krijero’s fangs sent euphoria through her, she didn’t care. She loved this rough taking, loved how he dominated her and left her helpless against his passion. Feeling her helplessness so keenly brought her anew, and she sobbed in gorgeous surrender.
My enemy, one part of her mind whispered.
My master. My lover, another part said, besotted with intoxicant and orgasm.
The second voice was the one she went with. It felt too good not to.
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