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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption

Erybet smiled, and the threat was back in his expression.  “Excellent, Ray-Ray.  Now let’s get back to our earlier discussion.  Do you accept my authority right here and now?”
Oh crap.  Was he really going to do this?
Rachel motioned for her handheld.  She wanted to know exactly what the Dramok meant by his question.
“No, Ray-Ray.  I want another simple yes or no answer.  Though if you say no, I will be forced to try to convince you otherwise.”
Well, she certainly wasn’t going to give away her power to a near stranger.  No way.
A hum announced the vibrator had been turned back on.  “Answer, Matara?”
Rachel had a feeling Erybet’s earlier teasing had been but a small taste of the torture he might make her endure.  Her mouth was dry.  She’d been desperate to come then, almost crazed for orgasm.  That he could make it worse, she had no doubt.  That she wanted to be tested was also a fact.  But she wanted it to end with everyone getting off.   Somehow she had the feeling Erybet wouldn’t let that happen until she acquiesced to his dominance.
She just couldn’t resist a challenge though, especially since she wasn’t sure exactly how much power he wanted over her.  She shook her head no.
Erybet actually looked pleased.  “Very well then.”
The humming device touched her, sending agonized delight into her core.  Heat ballooned where it made contact and spread throughout her belly.  The groan that she emitted felt like it came all the way from the base of her spine.  She strained against the men, but there was no way to move, no avenue of escape.
Erybet took the vibrator away, and Rachel groaned again with loss.  He pulled the plug from her anus partway and pushed it in again.  Now she had another heady sensation to excite her.
After a few moments of that, Erybet sheathed the anal plug to apply the vibrator to her clit once more.  Stomach-churning pleasure erupted with a vengeance.
“Now, my little Ray-Ray.  Are you ready to surrender yourself to me?”
The ache for release was growing to an acute point.  Rachel managed to jerk a little, rubbing herself harder against the thrumming surface.  She cried out, closing in on nirvana.
Erybet withdrew the delicious pressure, just out of her reach.  “No, you may not.  Not until you concede to me.”
He went back to fucking her rear with the fake cock.  It felt good, but it wasn’t what she wanted.  But to get what she wanted, she had to give in to him.
“I am Dramok.  I am the leader.  Give yourself over, Ray-Ray.”
The cylinder touched her pussy briefly.  It went away.  He continued to ply her ass with the dildo.  Another brief brush of thrumming power against her clit, then he drew back once more.  She wailed.
“Surrender yourself sexually, Ray-Ray.  It is the only way to get what you desire.”
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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Before the invitation for a few rounds of bohut could leave the Nobek’s mouth, the thudding of uncertain footsteps came from the corridor around the corner. Someone was approaching and judging from the lightness of the steps, it was a female. To Rolat’s sensitive hearing, that someone walked as if she’d had a few drinks herself.                His chest squeezed tight when Cissy stomped into view. She caught sight of the men immediately and stopped in the middle of the hall.                Mother of All, was the most rational thing that Rolat’s mind spit out. He was vaguely aware that his clanmates were staring as open-mouthed as he.                Cissy was a vision in black leather. Her halter top covered everything salacious and yet still managed to tease what with the exposed midriff and shoulders. Her skin was turning a deep gold from the sunbathing she was apparently continuing to indulge in, and a few freckles had appeared on her shoulders. Rolat had the insane urge to lick those freckles.                Her skirt wasn’t too tight and it wasn’t too short, brushing just above her knees. And yet its cut helped accentuate the wondrous curves of her delectable body. She looked soft enough to wallow on all night. Rolat’s cocks jerked at the idea.                 The silver stiletto heels of her ankle boots had to have been at least four inches high. Rolat had the searing image of her wearing nothing but those boots ... with her feet up in the air. His cocks jerked again, with stronger demand.                The one bit of color she wore was the polish on her fingernails. The bright red tip of her index finger tapped the huge bottle of bohut she held in her hand. Rolat’s brow rose to see an Earther with such a potent drink. Between the high heels and alcohol, it was no wonder her walking sounded a little off-balance.                Then she smiled that cocky amazing smile that made Rolat want to put her naughty ass in the air for a sound spanking. His cocks were doing a little more than jerking now; they were filling with warmth. Damn, damn, double damn. When Cissy began to swagger towards them, it was all he could do to not hurry over to meet her.                She purred throatily. “Well, well.  Clan Diltan is back from romancing my sister.  May I assume you got her home safe and sound?”                Diltan bowed stiffly, though Rolat could see the heat in the Dramok’s eyes. “Of course, Matara Cecilia.  Tasha’s well-being is of the highest priority.”                Rolat noted that as it always seemed to happen when Cissy was around, Wal looked stunned. He had the appearance that someone had hit him over the head with something particularly hard and heavy. Tasha never made his Imdiko look like that.                Cissy drew to within a couple of feet of them and paused. She stared at Diltan with an expression that was a mix of several emotions: irritation, bemusement, and ... desire?                Rolat’s eyes narrowed. Diltan had a nearly identical look on his face. The pair rubbed each other wrong every time they met. It would be humorous indeed if there was attraction mixed in with their otherwise combative acquaintanceship.
Tentatively scheduled for March release.

February 2015 Update

Shalia’s Diary – The fifth storyline is all wrapped up. I am working on putting it into book format to add to your libraries. I hope to have it ready some time in March.
I also hope to start the sixth storyline up on the blog in March as well. I’m still writing it as of this post. Shalia is being Shalia and finding trouble galore once again. Well, it found her this time in the guise of a gift. You’ll see what I mean later.



Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 – I’ve got the pretty new cover. I've got the rights back. This is the second book in the adventures of ghost escort Brandilynn, complete with vampire boyfriend, ghost boyfriend, and werewolf undercover agent who gets a bit personal with our gal. Not enough changes to warrant buying it again if you already have it ... but if you don't have it yet, you can get your copy from Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, All Romance, and print. It should be up on Nook in a week or two.

Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions – The first draft is done! Pre-edits, it is over 154k words, the longest book I have written. I have already identified some large chunks to be cut. However, I tend to add a couple thousand words on the first edit run, so we’ll see how that balances out. I still hope to get it published in late March.

Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction– I am outlining this one, which will feature more of Brandilynn adjusting to inhabiting a vampire’s body and the subsequent fallout with her lover Tristan. Thank goodness for Dan and that delicious werepanther Gerald, who are always ready to keep her warm. Rawr. No release date set.

Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown—I am almost finished outlining Clan Clajak’s Beginnings. Part One (Clajak and Egilka) will be something of a lark, with Part Two (Bevau) getting quite a bit more dramatic. Then again, Bevau’s part includes that 3-day imprisonment when Clajak and Egilka fought to convince our Nobek/Imdiko dual breed that he was the right man for the clan. That should be interesting to write and hopefully read. I am setting the release date for mid-December.
Yes, you read that correctly. With recent books doubling in size, I am scheduling no more than two releases a year right now. If that changes and I can write more, great. But it takes me twice as long to write a book that is twice the size of the first ones. Go figure ... this fact only recently occurred to me. It was a great duuuuhhh moment, one of many. Sometimes I think my brain is made of pudding. Not good pudding, either. Runny, rancid pudding. Yuck.
I hope you all have a sweet and romantic Valentine’s Day!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead

We materialized behind the police station in the motor pool.  Before I had a good look around the gated area, Dan marched me smartly over to a white cruiser.  His hand still clutched at the back of my neck, he bent me over the hood.  I’d sucked in enough power to feel the cold metal and the edge of it dig against my hips.  I began to buy into the fantasy, that I’d done something or was suspected of doing something wrong.  My utter helplessness against the authority figure behind me made me shake all over.
His command was an uncompromising growl.  “I’m going to have to search you for weapons and contraband, Miss.  Stay absolutely still.”
I wasn’t faking the wavering voice.  “Yes, Officer.”
He tapped the insides of my ankles with his foot.  “Spread ‘em.”
I did so, feeling how my medium-height heels wobbled on the asphalt.  My skirt rode up a little, wandering up to mid-thigh.  I wore no stockings, and the feel of his trouser legs brushing against the insides of my legs brought sharp arousal to mix uneasily with anxiety.  
Dan’s hand at my neck kept me pinned.  The other wandered over my back roughly, then moved to the front of my torso.  His grip on me tightened, and he pulled me a little bit up off the hood of the car.  He frisked my belly and moved up.  His hand tightened around my breast until I moaned with the ache.  Then he moved to the other one, squeezing it hard too.
He grunted and tugged down the top of my dress, exposing me from the waist up.  My tiny black bra with the lace scalloped edges got twisted as he shoved his hand inside the cups.
“You can’t do that,” I protested.  “I have my rights!”
The next instant, his long black baton was pressed hard against my collarbone, holding me against his body.  When I’m in heels, Dan and I are very close in height.  I could feel another hard length against my buttocks.  My arresting officer was enjoying himself very much.  
His breath was warm and wild against my ear.  “You will surrender to a thorough search, Miss.  For officer safety, I’m required to search everywhere.”
He went back to groping my breasts, pinching my nipples with a cruelty that made me cry out.  I writhed in his grip.  “Stop!  I want my lawyer!”
“You don’t get a lawyer.  I haven’t arrested you yet.  Be a good girl, and I might let you off with a warning.”
I trembled but stopped fighting him.  His hands gentled, softly brushing the palms over my sensitive nipples.  Heat coiled in my belly.  I whimpered.
“Good girl.  Don’t resist and we’ll see about that warning.  Fight me, and you’re talking serious jail time.”
I relaxed against him, surrendering utterly to his domination.  His hands rubbed, squeezed, fondled.  His hips moved a little against my backside, rubbing his thickness into the crevice.  I trembled to feel how eager he was.
The baton slid away from my chest.  “Bend over the car again,” came the order.
I obeyed, feeling how vulnerable I was in that position, especially with my wrists still cuffed behind my back.  Then the hem of my dress began to rise up my legs until the skirt joined the bodice crumpled at my waist.  I admit I flinched a little when his hands ran up my inner thighs.  One palm cupped the crotch of my panties.  A curl of need squeezed everything inside tight.
“Hmm. A lot of lubrication here.  Did you secrete something inside an orifice, Miss?”
Despite the mix of desperate arousal and darts of fear over what he might decide to do with me, I couldn’t help but think, Oh, I’m secreting all right.  I quashed a near hysterical burst of laughter.
I managed to answer, “No, Officer.  I promise.”
“I think I’m going to have to do a cavity search.  Spread ‘em.”
I was already spraddle-legged, but he pushed my legs apart even wider.  I felt the folds of my pussy part, like the blooming of a flower.  He yanked my panties, and when they refused to strain past my thighs, he tore them off.
The violence of the act made everything in me quake even as I gasped with want.  I liked it when Dan used me roughly, but I’d always had the feeling he’d held back too.  I was getting the idea that caught up in his authority scene, he wouldn’t do so much of that.  
I was honestly scared.  I was also incredibly aroused.
He spread my butt cheeks with calloused hands.  Frightened tears dripped from my eyes as I fell fully into the fantasy.  “Please Officer, I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Unless you do what you’re told, that’s up to the jury to decide.  Don’t give me any trouble or I’ll add resisting arrest to the list of charges.”
I had no choice but to concede to his wishes.  My forehead sank to the hood of the car.  “Yes, Officer.”
He spread the lips of my pussy wide with one hand.  Two fingers of the other shoved hard into me, and I cried out with the sudden, almost brutal violation.  The searching digits twisted and probed, and he hit that special spot where heat lives.  Fire burst through my loins with almost painful intensity, and I threw my head back and groaned.  I felt my insides gush, soaking the hands working me hard.
He shoved a third finger inside.  The next instant he was pounding in and out of my pussy, making sure to rub viciously on the cluster of nerves within it.  Everything below clenched.  The pleasure actually hurt.  Oh my gosh, it was too much, and I couldn’t take it.  Crying out, I shoved my torso off the car.
The hand spreading me wide left my pussy to push between my shoulders.  He held me down, making me take the battering ram of fingers reaming me hard and fast.  My feet came off the pavement, kicking wildly in an effort to escape.
His chuckle was pure evil.  “That’s it, baby.  Dance for me.”
My insides were turning themselves inside out from the brutal finger effing.  I needed to come in the worst way, needed to release the insane pressure that filled my womb to bursting.  I couldn’t.  My pussy was a maelstrom of agonizing sensation, but it couldn’t find climax.  I was heavy with need I’d never known before, pregnant with it.  The orgasm wouldn’t let loose.  It crushed against me, but I just couldn’t come.
I shrieked and cried.  I fought.  And then my safeword was trembling on my lips, ready to be screamed so he would stop.  I’d never used my safeword with Dan.  But the pleasure was so incredibly painful.
I didn’t want to say it.  I didn’t.  But oh gosh, the ache was too much.  I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t come… 
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

               Imdiko Egilka peered through the heavy drapes that concealed his presence in the brothel’s playroom.  He watched the six-limbed Isetacian female crouch over the prone body of the Crown Prince of Kalquor.                Egilka had to remind himself about how pissed off he was with Prince Clajak.  It wasn’t easy with that gorgeously muscled and naked body lying there, helpless under the Isetacian’s hypnotic song.  Even without the royal pedigree, Clajak would never want for intimate companionship.  He was just too delicious.                All Kalquorians, including their few women, were genetically predisposed to muscularity.  Clajak’s body couldn’t be more artistically chiseled, everything perfectly proportioned in a gorgeous flow of tendons, sinew, and strength.  He lay relaxed, caught in stunning repose.  Egilka longed to go to him and trace every single line that separated one muscle from another.  Preferably with his tongue.                The prince’s long hair spread under his head, gossamer strands begging to be stroked.  It was not the typical black of the Kalquorian race.  Instead, Clajak’s hair possessed the sheen of tempered steel, as if the strands had been dipped in metal.  It was a mutation, shared by his Nobek father Emperor Yuder.  Instead of aging Clajak, it seemed to underscore the youthfulness of his handsome, strong-jawed face, a face turned soft with dreamy pleasure.                The Crown Prince wore a smile for good reason.   The Isetacian female sang to him, the tune coming from her toothless mouth hypnotic to most within hearing distance.  Despite her appearance – hard gray skin broken up by the hard ridge of bone down the middle of her back, a bulbous head circled by two rows of tiny eyes – Clajak’s expression couldn’t have been more rapturous.  He drowned in the sweet trill of her voice, his senses consumed by her entrancing song.  His entire nervous system had been snared in the lovely trap of her tune.  It was the way Isetacians caught prey for their meals on their home world, prey they preferred to eat alive.  Even knowing the deadly reason for the adaptation didn’t erase the sweetness of the floating notes, however.  In fact, in the brothels it only made the prostitutes of that race all the more popular to clients.                Egilka would have been caught up in it as well, if not for the plugs in his ears.  However, he wasn’t on Dantovon to enjoy the hundreds of thousands of prostitutes it boasted.  He wasn’t there for the voyeuristic thrill of watching a man get laid in a brothel either.  He was here to haul Prince Clajak back to Kalquor, as ordered by the Imperial Clan themselves.  Once they were home, the two men were to be clanned ... as they should have been a month ago.
No release date set.

Shalia's Diary on Hiatus

Once again, we have reached the end of a storyline. Once again, I have not finished the next one. So now...we wait. Hopefully, the diary will be up and running once more by March. I will update as I near finishing the sixth installment of Shalia's Diary.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Alien Interludes: The Sentence

Cassidy raised her face so he could kiss her lips as well, which he did with great expertise.  Clean, lovely lust warmed her belly just as his mouth warmed hers.  She dove into it, but anxiety nibbled at the back of her mind no matter how hard she rubbed against her mate.
“Get these worries out of my head,” she begged when the kiss ended.
Her eager gyrations had aroused Lidon, and he gave her a bestial grin.  “Gladly,” he growled, making her insides tumble with nervous desire.
Lidon yanked her clothes off with rough hands, the way he knew she liked it with him.  Cassidy whimpered, feeling divine helplessness as he exposed her lushly curved body.  When the Nobek brought out his hover cuffs, she trembled but offered her wrists without hesitation.  Feeling them clamped over her flesh turned her wet.  Lidon barked a command in his own language, and the hover cuffs lifted into the air, taking her with them, until she hung a foot off the ground, almost at eye level with the Nobek.
Completely at his mercy, knowing he had none, Cassidy stared into his cat-slitted eyes, gone dark with feral desire.  His respiration came fast, and his cocks strained the crotch of his pants.
“My Matara needs discipline, doesn’t she?” he growled.
A bolt of arousal shot through Cassidy.  She bowed her head, looking at his big, strong hands, hands that delivered the most exquisite pleasure and pain she’d ever known.  “Yes, my Nobek,” she whispered.
Liquid fire gushed from her as he stepped around to her side, placing one of those paws on her mound.  He pinned her clitoris between two fingers and rubbed back and forth, making her cry out immediately with sharp arousal.  His other hand smacked hard against her buttocks, sending a wash of heat through her to join the burning need of her sex.
Again and again Lidon spanked her well-rounded rear, never losing his rhythm as he simultaneously rubbed her clit.  Cassidy’s cries rebounded off the walls as agony and delight warred for supremacy.   Her world shrunk to the conflagration of passion and punishment, the two sensations swirling around each other, vying for her attention.  She jerked helplessly in the cuffs, unable to defend herself from the harsh discipline and exquisite stimulation of her Nobek’s work.
Lidon was a master of both realms.  The tyrannical hand that slapped her vulnerable buttocks left not one inch of the quivering flesh untouched.  He spanked her thoroughly, making sure every part of her hindquarters stung with equal torment.  Meanwhile, his fingers kept her clit caged between them, slipping back and forth through her drowning wetness, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her engorged clit to make Cassidy kick the air with desperate need.
“Stop, Lidon!  Please!” she begged.
As she’d known he would he only chuckled, his fangs extended as he enjoyed her helpless pleas.  He spanked her harder, and Cassidy’s pussy clenched with reaction.  The pain was changing, transmuting into pure intense sensation.  Lidon was absolutely capable of bringing her to orgasm this way.
“My Nobek!  I beg you!”
He growled, low and continuous, feeding off her powerlessness every bit as eagerly as she did.  They both knew Cassidy didn’t want him to let up at all.  Lidon’s complete dominance over her was what they were both after.  Had Cassidy truly wanted him to stop, all she had to do was say it in Kalquorian.
She was nowhere near saying sholt.  Not with climax closing in hard and fast.
Cassidy’s cries were continuous, and she kicked and twisted against her bonds as the spanking peppered her backside faster and faster until she couldn’t tell where one strike ended and the next began.  Lidon’s other hand worked her furiously, making her guts seize in a spasm that wound tighter and tighter, doubling in knots until crescendo loomed huge and undeniable.  She shrieked her Nobek’s name, as if it was the magic word that would open the floodgates of release.
Lidon answered by ending the spanking and releasing her pleasure button.  Cassidy hung on the precipice for an endless eternity, poised for the fall.  Then the hand that had delivered so much pleasure to her sex slapped once, twice against her clit.  The sharp reports filled her ears and the stinging ecstasy slammed her full tilt into orgasm.
She arched in the air, her scream pouring from her wide open mouth as starlight burst blindingly throughout her body.  Molten elation seemed to erupt from every pore, pulsing in rending throbs from her sex to her toes and fingertips.
Before the convulsion had finished washing through her body, Lidon was naked in front of her, his growl filling her ears.  He thrust into her pussy with both cocks, hard and deep, the combined pain and delight sending her into another paroxysm of passion.  His powerful hands held her straining hips still for his frantic rhythm, the double thicknesses of him rubbing the cluster of nerves inside her sleeve that felt best.  Cassidy exploded yet again.
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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

               Diltan eyed her prim outfit. Tasha could take a lesson about loosening up, he thought. She didn’t need to be as crazy as Cissy, not by any means ... but it would be nice if his potential mate showed a little more enjoyment of her own newfound freedom.                Tasha laughed harder than ever. “You should see the soaksuit she got.  It’s utterly scandalous!”                Wal’s gaze went distant. “Oh yes.” The Imdiko’s tone was breathy, and Diltan knew his clanmate was remembering exactly how Cissy had looked in her scanty sunbathing wear.                That brought on a lustful turn to Diltan’s thoughts as well. What the hell; it was better than dwelling on his troubles at work.                Yet he was supposed to be attending to Tasha. He plastered a smile on his face. “You’ve managed to hang on to your dignity despite being free to express your, ah, freedom.”                Tasha shrugged. “I had my own little wild period on the transport. I figured I’d never see those people who were there again anyway, so why not?”                “Too bad,” Rolat muttered in an undertone. “I would have liked to have seen that.”                Diltan kept his mouth shut while Wal bit his lips together.                Unaware of their reactions, Tasha continued blithely, “I don’t like passion to rule my actions.  Bad things happen.” For just a moment, her face went dark. It cleared so quickly that Diltan thought he must have imagined the strange expression. She smiled brightly. “Still, I like to cut loose just a bit from time to time.”                  “But not as much as your sister?” Diltan was having more and more difficulty imagining Tasha cutting loose at all.                Tasha wrinkled her nose. “These days, she’s wild enough for both of us.”                Rolat sighed. “She is something.”                Wal sounded even more wistful. “Yes, she is.”                The expressions on his clanmates’ faces told Diltan what he’d been suspecting since their first date with Tasha: they were far more interested in Cissy than her sister.                 Mother of All, that’s just what I need on top of everything else that’s going on.                Yet in his present state of mind, Diltan knew he could no longer deny that it was Cissy his thoughts inevitably turned to when he wasn’t focused on work. Tasha’s assertion that her twin’s outrageous behavior was only a recent occurrence in the wake of leaving a repressive society behind made sense.
Tentatively scheduled for March release.

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