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WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

Michaela moaned as Govi’s tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her with passion.  Hands moved all over her body, the men responding to her sudden ardor.  Why they responded, she couldn’t imagine.  By now, they should have realized she was not what they wanted.  Yet as their touches grew more demanding, fingers plucking at her nipples, palms rubbing against her filling cock and warming pussy, hands clutching her buttocks, passion eclipsed her worries.  It was enough that they wanted her right now.  It was more than enough; it was all that mattered.  Michaela had decided she would give the three men anything if they would have her. 
When Govi abruptly pushed away, it shocked Michaela.  Even more stunning were the words that came from the handsome Imdiko’s mouth.  “I think it’s time we say good night.”
Raxstad actually growled at him, his expression thunderous.  It was his big bear paw rubbing so excitingly against Michaela’s crotch, and for one breathless moment, she thought he would dismiss his clanmate’s statement.  However, the Nobek pulled away, releasing Michaela and jumping to his feet.  
Korkla sighed and also let Michaela go, leaving her tingling breasts feeling lonely without his touch.  He also stood and stepped back, out of reach.
Michaela looked around at the men, confused and more than a little frustrated by the sudden cessation of carnal pleasure.  “But – damn it, do you want me or not?”
Raxstad patted his livid groin, the stretchy material of his formsuit displaying an immense erection.  “I think the answer is rather obvious.”
Govi blew out a breath and tried to smile at her.  “The trouble is, you’re not sure yet, Michaela.  One moment you’re completely in the moment, the next you pull back.  You’re not ready, little one.  We excite you, which is good, but you’re still too frightened for us to test your trauma.”
Michaela tried to figure out how to convince Govi to manhandle her some more.  Anger flared when she couldn’t.  She had the urge to punch him right in his pretty face so she wouldn’t want him so much.
Scowling at him for all she was worth, she said, “I’m not frightened right now.  I’m more than ready to move along with this.”
“I don’t think you are.  You need more time to think this through.”
The old doubts assaulted Michaela.  “Maybe it’s you who needs to think about it.  Maybe you’re the ones who don’t know if I excite or scare you.  I think you’d better figure it out soon though.  Shit or get off the pot, already.”
The three men blinked, their confusion apparent.  Govi asked hesitantly, “You want us to – to defecate?”
“That’s a bit much for me,” Raxstad muttered.  “That is definitely something I don’t find arousing.”
If her cock hadn’t been so hard and hurting, Michaela would have bellowed laughter at their misunderstanding of Earther slang.  Instead, she was getting madder by the moment.
“It means stop teasing and toying with me!  Fuck me if you’re going to, or stop getting me excited!”
Korkla looked at her crotch and winced.  “I’m sorry, little girl.  We shouldn’t have gotten you so aroused.  It’s not fair to you.”
Govi moved close and stroked her curls.  “This is my fault, and I beg your forgiveness.  I still say we have to take this slowly.  You can be assured that we do want you.”
Raxstad glowered at the Imdiko.  “Some might say desperately.”
Govi sighed.  “I agree.  However Michaela, you still despise yourself to the point where you’re not ready to believe we do want you.  This is not something to be rushed.”
Michaela glared at him, still not quite believing they would refuse to have sex if they really wanted her.  Govi stared back steadily, his expression filled with regret.
She supposed that if he was really rejecting her for fear of damaging her psychologically, she should be touched by his concern.  Yet for all Michaela knew, Govi was repulsed despite the cinnamon smell that came off him and his clanmates in almost chokingly thick waves. 
One thing was for sure.  Govi was not going to relent, and Korkla and Raxstad were letting him run the show.  Michaela pushed past the Imdiko, getting away from the three men.  She jerked her head towards the door.
“I think you should go now.”
Korkla sucked in a breath.  “I’d rather not leave you angry with us, little one.”
“Too fucking late.  Go.  Get out.  I want to be alone.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and turned away.  Even with her back to them, she could sense the three Kalquorians looking at each other.  She could feel their emotional distress as if it was her own.
Good.  She wanted them to be upset.  They deserved to be.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

At last his own need, curled tight and flushed against his belly, ended that round of torment.  Tristan’s fingers pulled free of my sheath.  His thumb continued to draw lazy circles around my clit as he sucked the honey he’d gathered from his thick digits.  He sighed with pleasure.
“Tasting good as always, little lady.”
I felt so empty without him.  Incomplete.  I poured emotion into my eyes, begging him to fill me again.  I wanted his long, thick cock with a desperation that made me cry anew.
“Poor girl.  My Brandilynn needs to come, doesn’t she?”  Tristan smiled sympathetically.  “In a little while.  You’ve been a good girl so far.  Just a little longer now.”
I warmed at his praise.  He knew how hard I’d tried.  He was pleased.  Now if he’d just shove his sex into mine…
I was so happy as he crawled forward to crouch over me.  Yes.  I was eager for him to screw me silly, but I had to keep still, keep quiet.  I wasn’t going to ruin this when I was so close to getting what I needed.
Tristan pressed gentle kisses all over my face.  He rubbed my nipples, still trapped in the clamps, to make me stiffen with reaction.  He chuckled indulgently and rubbed harder for a moment.   Then his hand traveled down, moving between us to grasp himself and position for entrance.
A thrill shivered down my spine to feel the hard heat of him part my nether lips.  Then he was slowly pressing in, filling me with his length.  The gradual possession was as tormenting as the feeling of his fingers driving quick into me.  I was crying again with the need to be taken with strength, to be drummed against until I came, allowing me to release all the pent-up exhilaration that almost hurt with its intensity.
But Tristan was determined to make me wait, to keep me excruciatingly aware of who was boss in the bedroom.  If you’ve never had a man who looked at you with a confusing combination of love and ruthlessness, then I can’t explain the stomach-churning emotion I was feeling right then.  And I kept my place as the obedient submissive, accepting what my master deemed I may have.
But gosh, how I wanted more.
He slid into the body I had given him, his possession until our lovemaking was through.  I lay there quietly, trembling, crying with need as he crept further and further in.  I wanted to groan with relief when he finally reached the end, our bodies at last pressed as close together as they were allowed.   The pleasurable pressure of his cock greeting my cervix had me bright with impending climax once more, and a slow convulsion waxed and waned in my pussy.  Tristan’s eyebrows lifted.
“You will wait for my permission, sub,” he warned, his voice cold.  A hard palm smacked the side of one breast, which only got me hotter.  But I made myself go utterly still.  Control, I coached silently.  Control it.
Tristan propped himself up on his hands, like he was about to do pushups over me.  He looked down, down to where our bodies became one.  He began to draw himself out, watching as he emerged shiny wet with my juices.
He took me slowly, watching his cock spear my pussy over and over.  I watched too, loving how he stabbed in and out, taking me so completely, possessing me as a man was made to possess a woman. 
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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

Cissy and Tasha’s new home was in an underground cavern, created by the mining that was the Kalquorian Empire’s greatest asset.  Cissy hadn’t been too sure about living underground, but she’d been told she would never know the difference.  We’ll see about that, she thought as the small Imperial shuttle left the cliff to perform a steep banking maneuver that took them into a tunnel within the cliff face.
Jessica said, “Usually only emergency vehicles are allowed in the underground. You have to walk or run everywhere otherwise.”
“I guess being royal has its advantages, Your Grace?” Cissy teased.
“Be nice or I’ll shove my silver spoon up your nose,” Jessica said in a snotty tone.  It was ruined as she broke down into giggles.
Lindsey didn’t join in the humor. “Jessica has to be careful, as little as she wants to admit it.  This rebellion issue has meant abduction attempts. It’s scary how close we’ve come to losing her.”
“But you haven’t and you won’t.” The young woman tried to wave off everyone’s concern.  “The Basma doesn’t have enough followers rallied to his cause of an Earther-free Empire to make his rebellion a true threat.”
“Yet.” Lindsey was dogged in her determination to give them the full story. “There are signs that more Kalquorians are swayed to his cause every day. He damned near cost us Haven Colony a few months ago.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Jessica complained.  It was funny for her to ascribe that to Lindsey, since Cissy knew how temperamental her youngest cousin could be.  Jessica’s stormy temper was legendary in their family.
“I heard what Governor Ospar told you.  Earthers and Kalquorians on that colony banding together under the common cause of keeping the races separate?  Even though it could drive us both into extinction? That’s unheard of.”
“Ospar loves to be dramatic.  He thrives on the hint of conspiracies and mayhem, though I suspect he’s behind quite a few such things himself.  I love that guy, but he’s not happy unless he’s in the middle of trouble.” Jessica waved her hand dismissively. “Enough talk of rebellions.  Full vid on.”
Cissy and Tasha yelped as the entire shuttle seemed to disappear from around them.  Except for the doorway that opened into the vessel’s cockpit and the lushly cushioned seats they sat upon, there was nothing but a lit tunnel rushing past them.
“You ass,” Cissy said, shoving her royal cousin.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Royal Guards stiffen, coming to alert attention.
Oops.  I didn’t think of how Jessica’s security would take an ‘attack’ on her royal person. It’s a good thing she’s laughing at me or I might be a spot on the non-existent floor.
Lindsey wasn’t worried about the Royal Guards either, aiming a kick at Jessica’s shin.  “You are an ass, scurvy dog. I think Tasha wet herself.”
“No, it was a good trick.” Agreeable as always, Tasha smiled at Jessica.  “It’s amazing to see everything like this.”
Jessica blew a raspberry at her. “Damn it, I forgot how good you are at making me feel guilty. When are you going to get an ugly side like Cissy?”
Cissy had heard enough. “That’s it. Hold her down, Lindsey.  I’m going to tickle her until she pees her royal panties.”
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave

Krijero pushed his sexes into her, filling her so delightfully she thought she might climax right away.  Her hands clenched, digging nails into Wynhod’s thigh and Krijero’s forearm.  Two growling chuckles greeted her reaction.
“Feel good?” Wynhod asked, fingers stroking through her scalp.  “Perhaps we will earn a few marks of honor to match Gelan’s.”
Krijero matched his easy rhythm, keeping the fire in Dani’s guts stoked without engulfing her in the greatest pleasure.  The bliss of the two men’s lovemaking held her in a sweet embrace.  Just when she thought the aliens couldn’t possibly match earlier delights, they managed to somehow exceed their previous endeavors.
Would three years of this really be so terrible?  Or a lifetime, should they decide to keep her prisoner?  God, it felt so good!
Wynhod caressed her face as he used her mouth, the brute’s touch tender.  Dani twined her tongue all around the driving length of him, making his breaths come in pants.  Krijero drove in and out of her pussy and anus with long, sure strokes, moving his hips in slow circles as he did so, hitting every sensitive spot she possessed.  In response, she rewarded his efforts by clenching inner muscles rhythmically, tightening around him to make him groan with delight.
They became more demanding, working her body faster, harder.  Their growing excitement was contagious, making Dani’s insides roil with heightened zeal.   A slow, hard spasm rippled through her, a precursor to the quakes that would soon shudder her to pieces.  Her tongue zealously worked Wynhod.
Dani usually selfishly concentrated on her own pleasure, just as her past lovers and customers had.  But for some reason, gaining that gorgeous peak of shattering exaltation wasn’t enough this time.  She wanted to take the two men with her, to make them come hard until they felt they turned inside out.  She needed them to explode, to flood womb and mouth with their precious juices.  Never had others’ gratification been so essential to her own wellbeing.
She sucked hard on Wynhod and clutched strong muscles around Krijero’s cocks with all the force she could muster.  Twin growls, almost roars, rang in the air.  Close.  They were so close.  She almost had them…
Wynhod’s tempo faltered, became erratic as Krijero pistoned against her, driving into her like a madman.   Dani moaned loudly, sending vibrations through the thick cock that jerked with its own life in her mouth.
With an earsplitting bellow, Wynhod climaxed.  Hot fluid inundated Dani’s mouth.  His pulsing cock poured spicy-salty-sweetness down her throat, and she drank down the wondrous flow.
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WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

Korkla explained, “Up until a decade ago, most of us had hoped to rescue our species by restoring our own women’s fertility.  It became apparent that wouldn’t happen to everyone but the most devoted scientists, of which Egilka was one.  His work was our last chance to survive as the species we currently are.  However, the Empire has at last acknowledged nothing he can do will save us.”
“Oh.”  Michaela’s face lit with understanding.  “So now Prince Egilka is being forced to face it too.  Only he’s not taking it well.”
Korkla nodded.  “Our race as we know it will die out.  But with Earthers, our culture can continue.  That is what we hope, anyway.”
Govi smiled at the pretty Earther.  “Kalquor will welcome a new race.   It is our only hope now.  I, for one, am not saddened by it.”
To prove his words, he leaned over and kissed Michaela before he thought of the ramifications.  He’d gotten swept up in the moment, and he was about to pay the price.
For a moment, she froze.  The next instant, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips moved against his.   What Michaela lacked in finesse, she made up for with enthusiasm.  When her lips parted and her tongue found the Imdiko’s, arousal roared in his groin.  The young, sweet body against his held promises his cocks demanded the little Earther keep.  He felt his clanmates touching her too, making her give off that exciting smell that said she was eager for carnal exploration.
Govi knew Michaela could not deny them right now.  She was theirs for the taking.
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