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Alien Caged Release Week - Excerpt 4

Miragin’s mouth covered hers, and every sense lit bright.  Elisa moaned, softening to him.  At last she was with one of the three men she’d fallen in love with, a love so taboo it would destroy her.
Let the destruction come, an insidious voice whispered in her head.  The alternative is to live your quiet, uninspired life never knowing what you missed.  Is mere existence really worth continuing on this way?
Elisa felt the wet, scratchy warmth of Miragin’s tongue slide along the parting of her lips.  She opened to him and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, stroking her tongue, tasting her.  For the several seconds he kissed her, Elisa forgot to breathe.  When his mouth released hers, she was lightheaded.
She looked into that strong face, softened by Miragin’s untamed curls falling over his forehead.  Damn it, she loved him.  She was ready to risk her life just to be possessed by his clan.
Elisa whispered, “Why am I so weak when it comes to you, Zemos, and Oret?  It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop feeling I need to be close to you.”
Miragin smiled.  “Attraction is not weakness; in fact, love gives us strength to dare when we otherwise would not.”
“I am weak though.  You can pretty it up all you like, but I am.”
The Imdiko shook his head.  “One woman, alone on this ship, who insists on persevering against the stares and comments of fellow shipmates.  One woman, struggling through an unkind life that never let you realize your dreams ... you are the definition of resilience, my dear.  It is a provocative element that has seized my interest from almost the moment I first laid eyes on you.  You have a strength many men only aspire to.  Yet I would have you find shelter in my strength rather than watch you fight your wars alone.”
He kissed her again.  Elisa melted against him, molding her body to his, lost in the security he offered.  When his hands wandered over her body, leaving fiery trails that set her insides churning, she let him.  She touched back, finally able to feel one of the men who she’d given her heart to.  Who she’d give everything to.
Miragin’s hands moved beneath her blouse, smoothing over her soft skin.  He pushed her back, making her lay on the desk’s surface while shoving her shirt up and over her breasts.  Those magic lips of his brushed over her stomach.  Elisa went pebbly with gooseflesh at the sensation, as delicate as a hummingbird’s wings.  His tongue, rough like coarse velvet, was a stomach-clenching counterpoint to the careful kisses.
Elisa stared down at the black curl-topped head moving over her torso.  Was this really happening?  Was she giving herself to Miragin, surrendering to his seduction?   Or was she tucked in her lonely bed, dreaming the sweetest dream she’d had yet?
Miragin moved up so that his mouth hovered over the white cotton peak of one bra cup.  His cat-slitted eyes flicked up to gaze at her as full lips descended down.  His mouth closed over the tip of her breast.  The heat of his mouth blasted through her.  Elisa cried out and arched to shove as much into his maw as she could.
It was no dream.  It was gorgeously, wondrously real.  The Imdiko was with her, making love to her.Miragin’s teeth scraped over the swelling nipple, the hard tip obvious against the fabric.  He mouthed her with eager abandon, sucking and nipping at her through the bra.  Elisa’s gasps rang loud in the room.  Every jolt seemed transmitted straight to her clit, as if the two parts were somehow connected and communicating with each other.
Miragin switched to the other breast.  He seemed not to notice how Elisa’s fists tangled in his mass of hair.  He breathed loudly as he mauled her, occasionally emitting an animal-like growl.  The air was now heavy with the spicy scent of his hunger, stinging Elisa’s nostrils.  It added to the tumbling excitement in her belly.
He pulled at the bra’s closure.  The Imdiko tugged it and her blouse free in one quick movement, making Elisa bare from the waist up.  She gasped as cool air touched her skin.  The alien pressed her back down onto the desk.  His ravenous mouth suckled on naked flesh, the rasp of his tongue chastising and delighting one nipple, then the next.  Elisa cried out at the sensation.  The heat of Miragin’s mouth seemed to fill her body, as if his breath had found a way in through her breasts.   Unable to process the wildness of the sensations pouring in, she writhed and jerked beneath the Kalquorian.  Miragin pressed more of his weight down, holding her still enough that his lips, teeth, and tongue could continue their plunder of her tender orbs.  Elisa’s heels thudded against the side of the desk, beating in haphazard rhythm as the Imdiko sucked first one pale breast deep into his hungry mouth, then the other.
He devoured her, too tender to be animalistic but too strong to be gentle.  Miragin struck the perfect chord to play her with, and Elisa’s entire body sang with carnal pleasure.  She prayed he would not stop.  Had Lieutenant Commander Robards burst into the room right now, shouting about sin and obscenity, Elisa would have paid him no mind.
A hand shoved up her skirt, greedy in its search for her ultimate treasure.  Fingers curled at the top of her panties and pulled.  With her body trapped beneath Miragin’s, the thin fabric was caught under Elisa’s buttocks.  A soft purring sound of cotton ripping joined the gasps that rang through the room.   Though Miragin was not rough, the sound seemed violent.  Elisa’s pussy spasmed as she was laid bare beneath her skirt in such a bestial manner.  Feeling the power of the man on top of her sent her further into wild surrender.  She sobbed as she ground against the hand now covering her mound.
Miragin released the breast he so lovingly attacked to look at her with heavily lidded eyes.  “Do you want this, Elisa?”  His fingers slid over her slit, unfurling streamers of heat within her core.
She arched into his touch.  “Yes, yes, please.”
The Imdiko slid up her body so that his mouth hovered just over hers, mingling their breath.  He rubbed over the soft petals of her womanhood, spreading the juices that flowed.  “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.  Oh God, yes.”
One thick finger probed, finding the entrance.  He circled it, and Elisa wept to be so close to the fulfillment she hadn’t known she was desperate for.  He hesitated, his intent purple eyes staring into hers.
Her words strangled with desperate need, she begged, “Please, Miragin.  I want ... I want...”
“Then you shall have,” he whispered, and his finger pushed into her.  


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Alien Caged Release Week - Excerpt 3

Oret stepped forward as he always did, his hulking body looming over her.  It reminded Elisa of the brief moment they’d been pressed up against each other when Remington had thrown her into the cell.  She had given much of her daydreaming this afternoon to remembering that delicious contact.   It was too bad she hadn’t had the presence of mind to enjoy it at the time it was happening.
The Nobek asked, “You have no guard this evening?”
Elisa rolled her eyes.  “It’s Coombs.  You know how he is.”
She turned from Oret and picked up the first dish.  His gentle snarl of a voice was casual as he asked, “That’s his field disruptor you’re using, isn’t it?”
Elisa set the harmless plastic utensils in their slot on the tray.  She wallowed in her enjoyment of the moment.  She was alone with the Kalquorians, alone and able to chatter as much as she liked as long as she didn’t stay too long.  “I lost mine.  I can’t find the darned thing anywhere, and I had to report it to security.  Boy, didn’t I get an earful over that.  I hope they track it down, because I’ll be in trouble if we don’t find it.”
She turned around with the tray and performed the same task she had dozens of times in the last three months.  She slipped it through the opening in the containment field, handing it to Oret.
His grabbing her arm instead of the tray was so unexpected that Elisa didn’t credit it as happening at first.  Nor did the sight of her field disruptor in the Nobek’s hand alarm her.  She simply stood there, smiling up at him, waiting for him to take the fried liver and onions dinner and inspect it before handing it off to Miragin.
Oret’s harsh but pleasing features looked at her with a sense of sadness.  Regret, even.  His growling voice was soft as he said, “Consider your disruptor found, poor girl.”
Elisa’s happy mood stilled as she realized what was happening.  The room around her tilted as Oret clicked her disruptor.  The tiny slot of an opening between them bloomed wide open, big enough that she could have dived through to the other side of the field.  Electric alarm slammed in her gut, driving a gasp from her lungs.  
Oret dropped the stolen disruptor and reached through the opening.  Elisa’s heart took off at a gallop, trying to pound a hole through her chest in the sudden panic that drove it.  Her mouth dropped wide open as she stared up at the Nobek, still not quite believing what he’d done.  He grabbed Coomb’s disruptor off her belt and dialed it to the 100 percent setting with his thumb.  
Oret pressed the button to collapse the entire containment field as Elisa’s scream tore loose from her throat.  The wall disappeared and he pulled her hard, swinging her around to be caught in the waiting arms of Dramok Zemos.  The Kalquorian captain’s hold was like steel bands, pinning her arms to her body, rendering her helpless before she remembered how to struggle.



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Alien Caged Release Week - Excerpt 2

Zemos nodded.  It would have been nice to make Remington pay for his abuse of Elisa.
That reminded him that she had stuck her neck out for them, giving them the destination they were bound for.  She had given them the warning even though it might have led to trouble for her. 
He hated that they would repay her kindness by betraying her.  He could see no other way of escape now but to take her as his hostage in the hopes it would keep Captain Walker at bay until they could get off this ship.  Zemos grimaced as hot anger tried to steal his resolve.  Elisa didn’t deserve to be used the way he would use her.  She deserved to be kept safe from all harm, cherished for the wonderful creature she was.
Then again, she had no real future on board the battlecruiser.  Her lot would continue to be too little food and too much danger.  It was Zemos’ understanding that Elisa was the sole female on board.  If men like Remington were the rule and kind but weak Joseph Walker were the exception, she could be harmed very badly.  It could be that making her Zemos’ prisoner would do Elisa a favor.
Zemos thought of taking her away with him, of making her a part of his clan.  He’d never held out any hope of gaining a Matara for himself, and he would be a fool to do so now.  Even in the unlikely event that Elisa would want to be the lifemate of three men, it was probable that he and his clanmates would die in the effort to escape the battlecruiser.  
Still, the fantasy intrigued him.  If Elisa didn’t want to go with them, Zemos could well imagine forcing her to.  And after that?  A sweet, slow seduction, in which his clan would ultimately win the Earther woman’s heart.  She would be kept safe and cared for as only Kalquorian men could do.
Under those circumstances, the Dramok thought he could be excused if he outright abducted the lovely little Earther.  If the opportunity presented itself, he would ... for her own good of course, Zemos told himself.



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Alien Caged Release Week - Excerpt 1

Elisa hummed to herself as she primped in front of the big mirror in her quarters.  It wasn’t easy to apply makeup in the dim lighting, but she had it as bright as the latest power restrictions allowed.
She didn’t try to fool herself about what she was doing.  She worked to make herself as attractive as possible for Clan Zemos.  Every smile, every kind word, every hint of approval she received from them was saved in her heart.  Even the Dramok’s clumsy compliments the day before were gold, as little as she believed them.
“Your pretty face could brighten the darkest night,” she gruffly informed her reflection in a terrible imitation of the handsome alien.  Elisa laughed and did her best coquette in response.  “Why, you smooth devil, Captain Zemos.  You still don’t get seconds on your meals.”
Elisa shook her head, noting the crow’s feet that appeared with her smile.  She acknowledged them with sad acceptance.  No, she was not pretty anymore, if she ever had been.  It was still nice to hear someone say she was, though.  Sometimes Elisa believed the falsehoods Clan Zemos spoke, simply because they offered them with such warmth.  The three men were always kind to her.  Was it any wonder she’d fallen for them?
Elisa liked all the Kalquorians that had been taken prisoner.  Even the ones in the general population brig had been unfailingly nice to her.  They bowed at her approach and thanked her warmly for bringing their meals, as if it wasn’t a part of her duties.  Despite the fact the alien species was without many women, they never acted untoward with her.  There were no ugly comments, like the ones Remington constantly made.  Sure, their gazes might contain a certain amount of heat, but Elisa thought that was to be expected.  Even with need in their expressions, the Kalquorians also managed a measure of reverence at her presence.  She never got a sense of violation around them.
Elisa had entertained fantasies of the Kalquorians breaking free and escaping, of them taking her with them as an adored prisoner.  Her body warmed to think of being held helpless, bound naked in a dungeon-like setting as man after man came to her, taking his pleasure with her body.  They would ignore her pleas for mercy, intuiting she wanted them every bit as much as they wanted her.  In those visions that made her stomach churn with ticklish warmth and her sex grow wet, the Kalquorians made her acknowledge her animal lusts, giving her the ecstasy she’d only experienced with her own fingers.
Elisa was used to such feelings, as strange as they were.  Before the capture of the Kalquorians, she used to daydream about other men getting her alone, of them demanding her to surrender to their passions.  Those fantasy men had never had faces or been anyone she actually knew.  No one on the ship had interested her in that way, especially since she was afraid one of the men might actually end up raping her.
Elisa had long given up trying to understand why she fantasized about forceful encounters with the men.  She didn’t know why she found the idea alluring, particularly when it came to Zemos, Oret, and Miragin.  How could she imagine such things yet still despise the threat that came from men like Remington?  Was it because she sensed the underlying goodness of her objects of affection, rejecting those who looked only to their own desires with no thought for hers?
She made no sense to herself, especially since realizing Clan Zemos had turned into more than a delicious and decadent fantasy to be served in her lonely virgin bed.  She was aware their seeming kindness could be a lie.  Yet it never felt like a falsehood.  Every time they asked after her welfare, it was with the sense that they truly cared to know she was happy and healthy.  
It was crazy that Elisa had fallen head over heels for the trio, yet she had.  She was convinced she was in love.

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And Here We Go Again

It’s that time again ... time for major companies to pick on independent and self-published erotica writers.  Honestly, those idiots need to get a hobby.  Has anyone introduced these people to knitting?  Model building?  Basket weaving? 

The latest round of nonsense apparently started when someone  from a British e-zine called The Kernel posted this article:  http://www.kernelmag.com/features/report/exclusive/5961/how-amazon-cashes-in-on-kindle-filth/.  The story was picked up by major UK news sites like The Daily Mail and BBC News.  From there, it picked up steam:  http://www.the-digital-reader.com/2013/10/13/amazon-bn-whsmith-now/#.Ul1mUxBvzdl.
The long and short of it was, The Kernel, a self-proclaimed technology GOSSIP site (emphasis mine) alleged they used the search word ‘daddy’ on a certain bookselling site.  When they did, the search engines pulled up titles like ‘Raped by Daddy’ alongside children’s books.  As you might imagine, the media jumped all over it.
In typical knee-jerk fashion, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo began pulling titles off their virtual shelves.  Self-published titles only, mind you.  None of those put out by the major publishers, though incest and pedophilia figure largely in books like Lolita, A Song of Ice and Fire series (on which the show ‘Game of Thrones’ is based) and nearly everything by V.C. Andrews.  Oh no, no one is touching those, as usual.  Just the indie publishers are suffering in the onslaught.  Tons and tons of books are falling victim due to certain words appearing in titles and descriptions and who knows why else.  As is typical in these situations, there is no discernable rhyme or reason as to which books suddenly disappear from the shelves.
How arbitrary is this purge?  Here is an interesting article (please read the whole thing; it’s very good) at http://kateaaron.com/censorship-again-in-erotica/from author Kate Aaron.  It reads in part:
Firstly, numbers. According to Bowker, in 2011 there were just over 148,000 new self-published titles released, across all genres. In 2012, that rose to over 391,000 books. That’s over half a million titles in two years, and that only accounts for those books which have been issued with an ISBN. There is no such requirement for ebooks on Amazon, for example, meaning the actual number of books published is sure to be considerably higher. Those books are published on a number of platforms, of which the biggest are Amazon, iTunes, Barnes&Noble, and Kobo. Most of those half-million books will, undoubtedly, be available through Kobo and therefore through WH Smith. Of those half a million plus, how many do you think the media found that they could deem ‘objectionable’? Sixty four.
SIXTY FOUR.
And you can bet your ass that creepy journalists were all over that library like a rash, each trying to find a title worse than the last. On Amazon they found 73; on B&N, 30; and on Waterstone’s, 5 (although there’s some debate about whether or not all those titles were actually available as the website ties in with Nielson’s catalogue, which lists all books with an ISBN and not all of them are stocked or supplied by the distributor).

My own novel Sister Katherinefell prey to this witch hunt at Amazon.  Those of you who have read Sister Katherine know it’s one of my least outrageous books as far as the whole captive/coerced sex thing goes.  However, its description sent up warning flags, and it was put into ‘Draft’ status until I cleaned it up.  The offense?  The word ‘children’ appears in the blurb:
Katherine’s world is torn apart when she learns she is to become the mate to a clan of three fierce Kalquorian men.  How can she save herself or the convent’s children from their conquerors when her body, heart, and soul cries out for the blasphemous touch of her captors?  How can it be that her peoples’ sworn enemy is her only chance for true salvation?
Okay, so I went in, changed the word ‘children’ to ‘residents’, and that brought Sister Katherine out of purgatory.  Realizing Alien Refuge would probably also be targeted (because the heroine has a young son), I went in and took the two words ‘son’ and ‘child’ out of that description as well...with a hearty helping of eyeroll.  A few choice words commenced as well.
Other books with seemingly no connection to any of this craziness have been hit, including those in the YA category.  I’ve seen books much tamer than mine disappear.  As I said before, there is no rhyme or reason to any of the madness.  It’s the same battle, just a different day.
And yes, they can take the books away from you.  When you buy an e-book, you are purchasing licensing rights, not the book.  You are essentially renting e-books.  Many people don’t realize this.  Here’s the scoop on that:  http://www.zdnet.com/why-amazon-is-within-its-rights-to-remove-access-to-your-kindle-books-7000006385/
There is also a way around that when you back up your books elsewhere.  http://ebookfriendly.com/how-to-back-up-kindle-books-to-a-computer/
The tale, unfortunately, doesn't end there.  Just as I was beginning to relax and think my work was in the clear, two of my e-books disappeared from the 'All Departments' search on Amazon.  Alien Embrace and Alien Refuge could only be found if one searched for them under the departments 'Kindle' or 'Books'.  Amazon gave me no heads-up this was happening.  The only reason I discovered the books were gone from the general search criteria was because I saw that sales on those two had bottomed out.

I immediately contacted Amazon's customer dis-service.  Here is what I wrote:



Two of my books, which have been on your site for some time with no problems, have suddenly disappeared from the All Departments search. This is having an effect on my sales, which have dropped substantially in the last 24 hours. They can still be found in the Kindle and Books department searches, but not in All Departments. If there is an issue, Amazon has not bothered to contact me about the matter.
The books in question are:
Alien Embrace,  ASIN: B00DSGNBUO
Alien Refuge, ASIN: B00BTJKHEK
This disappearance of my books from searches with no warning or explanation has become an ongoing issue with Amazon and the KDP program. You have already lost many of my regular readers to other sites like Smashwords because they are disgusted with having a difficult time finding my books on your site.
Please explain this latest issue as soon as possible so it may be addressed.

Before I heard back from Amazon, Alien Embrace returned to the All Departments search category...but with the old cover art.  Huh?

The next day, I heard from Amazon:



Thank you for contacting us. I would love this opportunity to assist you.
I've searched our website using your name and your books' titles and can confirm it's working as designed.
When you search on Amazon using the author's name/ do a keyword search on Amazon, products are displayed in order based on popularity, availability, and other factors. In general, the search results give a mix of the most popular products across various product categories.
In order to find more results for a given keyword, you will either need to use the drop-down menu to search within a specific store or choose the link to one of the product categories from the left-hand side of the search results page.
You should be able to find your product in the larger set of results for your specific product category.
I hope this helps. Thanks for using Amazon KDP.
Idiots and their customer-response templates.  Obviously, the issue was never addressed at all.  So I fired off yet another complaint including the fact that Alien Embrace was showing up under the search with its old cover art.  This is what I got back from Amazon:

Thanks for your reply. I understand your concern regarding the searchability of your titles. I've searched for your book "Alien Embrace" in our website and can confirm it's working as designed. Your book is searchable by ASIN, author name and title name.
As my colleague informed you before, when you search for an item, in this case, in "all departments" on Amazon, products are displayed in order based on popularity, availability, and other factors. In general, the search results give a mix of the most popular products across various product categories. In order to find more results for a given keyword, you will either need to use the drop-down menu to search within a specific store or choose the link to one of the product categories from the left-hand side of the search results page.
You should be able to find your product in the larger set of results for your specific product category.
However, this is not the case for your book "Alien Refuge". Even though, your title is live in the Kindle Store, we reserve the right to make judgements about whether or not content is appropriate; this can include the cover image or the content within the book. We have found your Kindle book contains mature content and it will not surface in our general product search results.
I hope this information helps to better explain the way this feature works on our website.
Thanks for using Amazon KDP.


In my response to Amazon, I pointed out that the damned search for Alien Embrace was NOT working correctly once more.  I went on a rant then:



As to the sensual nature of the other book's cover 'Alien Refuge' and that being the reason it no longer shows up in the 'All' search, I would like to point out that this book came out in March, seven months ago.  It was reviewed and put up for publication at that time and was readily available via the 'All' departments search until just two days ago.  Yet it is suddenly too risqué after Amazon had some fingers pointed at it for selling adult material that minors might find.  The timing is quite interesting.
You may be interested to know that a search of keywords 'Two Virgins' in the 'All' category brings up a photograph -- not a painting, mind you -- of full frontal nudity of a man and woman.  Penis, breasts, and a woman's hair-covered pubic area are there, front and center, for all to see.  Even more interesting is that searching the words 'adult toys' in the 'All' category -- something very possible for an unsupervised child to type in and much more likely for them to do so than the book title 'Alien Refuge' -- will yield penis-accurate vibrators and dildos, as well as and fake vaginas in blatant and shocking detail, alongside children's toys.
May I ask how these images are less shocking for children to see than the cover of my book, in which ALL nudity is masked?
The issue isn't that Amazon really cares whether or not there is smut on its site and that children can readily access it.  The issue is that Amazon is making a scapegoat of indie authors and small publishers because we're easy to attack.  One might consider this discrimination.  And when one considers the hardest hit by Amazon's tactics are authors that are overwhelmingly female and that their customers are also overwhelmingly female, it makes us wonder if the discrimination is aimed at women. 
I have no problem with my books being hidden from children.  If you'd be sensible and install an Adult Filter option on your site, many issues would disappear.  It works for Smashwords, and not one erotica author I know cries over it.  By all means, keep adult content away from children, but do it across your entire site.  Stop using indie writers as your whipping boys. 
And fix the cover for the digital version of Alien Embrace under the 'All' search.  Otherwise for my own protection, I will inform that book's first publisher you're using their copyright-protected material to promote a book they no longer sell.
Their response: I'm sorry your experience so far has been poor.

I checked the cover image when searching for your book "Alien Embrace" in All departments, and the new cover image for your Kindle book is the one showing online. 
With regards to your feedback on our adult content search policy, thanks for your comments. I understand your position and have forwarded your message to our leadership.

They'll consider your input as they plan further improvements.

Feedback like yours helps us continue to improve our author and publisher experience. Thanks for taking time to offer us your thoughts.

Have a lovely day further.

In other words, nothing got fixed, nor is it likely to.  When I plug in 'Alien Embrace' in the All Departments search, I still see the old cover.  Surprise!  Such is the life of the self-published erotica writer.

I got to vent, at any rate.  That made me feel a bit better.  Alien Refuge is harder to find than it should be, but I'm fairly confident those who want it badly enough will search it out.  Life goes on, and I'm tired of feeling pissed off.  I've got better things to do with my life then scream at Amazon.

So what do we do about this?  The final solution is the same as it’s ever been:  money.  If you readers want to continue to get your books from your favorite indie authors, you have to hit Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo where it hurts; the ever-powerful pocketbook.  They don’t know any other language.  Buying from indie sites like All Romance or Smashwords, which do support platforms for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo readers, also takes sales away from the worst offenders.  They pay your authors better royalties.  

I am personally getting away from my Kindle and going to a tablet.  Downloading apps from all the bookselling sites will guarantee that when one bunch loses their minds (as they too regularly do), I will still be able to get the books I want.  I know that’s not feasible for everyone, but it’s the route I’m going.

Also, we need to push these sellers to do the same as Smashwords:  the sites need an Enable/Disable Adult Content button for us to click.  I have no problem with that at all because kids don't need to read my work.  It's as simple as that, in my opinion.
If you’re in a confrontational mood, you can also feel free to clog up snail and email by giving Amazon’s head honcho a piece of your mind:
Jeffrey P. Bezos
Amazon Corporate Office and Headquarters
410 Terry Avenue North
Seattle, WA 98109
jeff@amazon.com

Here’s hoping the latest bout of censorship dies quickly.  Fortunately, I have put aside some savings to see me through a few months if my books go away again and sales go down the toilet.  Other authors aren’t as lucky, and in the long term, we’ve all got bills to pay.  Not that it matters to the big boys.  They just want to pretend they own the world, and by extension, us.
It’s another day in paradise, gang.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge

            Meanwhile, Ospar leaned back so that he knelt between Iris’ legs.  He lifted one by the ankle, holding it so that her toes pointed to the ceiling.  Jol knelt beside him and pointed a small, black wand-shaped instrument towards their coupled sexes.  He spoke in his own language.  A floating vid suddenly appeared over and to one side of Iris’ head.            At first she wasn’t sure what she was looking at.  Dark brown and peach white filled the vid.  Then Ospar’s hips moved back, dragging his cocks from her with delicious friction.            Iris gasped.  The vid showed the sexes of a man and woman joined, the man’s two cocks emerging glistening from the woman’s pussy and ass.  Ospar’s cocks.  Her pussy and ass.  Jol was showing her how the Dramok fucked her.            Viewing pornography on Earth was an offense that could get one thrown in prison.  Iris instinctively shut her eyes and turned her face away.            Rivek’s breath was sweet and warm on her face.  “No, little Iris.  It is a beautiful sight.  Look.  See him making love to you.”            Ospar encouraged her as well.  “It’s all right.  I want you to watch.  Look at us forged together, Iris.”            His tone was gentle, but the command that underlay it made her eyes pop wide open.  Before she could think about what she was doing, she looked again, obeying him.            Those long, thick lengths were still drawing out of her, sliding with agonizing delight against her clutching sheaths.  The lips of her pussy protruded, engorged and a deep rose color that blatantly exposed her desire.  Her clit was swollen, stretching out, begging to be stroked.            The ends of the cocks were narrowing, drawing close to their tapered ends.  Ospar stopped.  “Now,” he said, his raspy voice becoming more gravelly.  “Now watch your sweet body surrender to mine.”            The Dramok pressed slowly back in, and Iris moaned as she both felt and saw the invasion.  Her ass widened with the growing circumference of the dark brown cock feeding into it.  Thick cream exuded from her pussy as the other cock slipped back into its snug confines.  She watched her trembling sex and ass take the double impalement at once until Ospar’s loins snugged tight up to hers.            He watched her watching the vid.  “Good girl,” he said, and she warmed under the approval.  “You like seeing what I’m doing to you.  I can tell.”            “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes still riveted to the vid.            “You like seeing my cocks moving in and out of you.”            Ospar started that slow, sensational drawing out again.  Iris moaned as their sexes came into view once more.  He was fucking her.  She was watching it.            “Yes.”            “You like feeling me inside you.”            “Yes.”            He pressed back inside, and she watched him disappear into her.  He was moving against that interior spot, the place where it felt like the friction melted something inside, making her hot and molten.            “You like that Rivek and Jol are watching me fuck you.”            Iris’ breath caught.  The other two men were indeed watching, seeing everything.  She had an instant of wanting to hide.  It was too much, she was too exposed.  But there was nowhere to go, no way to escape.  They surrounded her, and Ospar’s grip on her ankle was like iron.            Helpless.  Vulnerable.  Displayed.            Iris’ insides clenched in abrupt and violent arousal.  She arched with a cry.              Ospar’s voice was deeper than ever.  “Yes.  They are looking at your beautiful pussy and ass as I fill them.  They see how you respond to me fucking you.  They will take their turns with you too, and you will let them.  You want them to.”            “Yes!”  The word flew from Iris’ lips without her realizing she was going to say it.  Once more her vision was filled with the sight of the Kalquorian’s cocks working in and out of her, moving smoother and faster.            He abruptly stilled, crammed deep.  He ground against her, rubbing her clit.  Sharp delight shivered through her pussy and she cried out, thrusting her hips, trying to make harder contact.  As the delightful sensations filled her lower body, the vid picture widened out.  Iris could see herself in full now, her mouth opened wide and her eyes half-lidded in an expression of pure lust.  Ospar loomed over her, dark and huge.  She looked so pale, tiny, and defenseless beneath him, and again a surge of elation overtook her.            Ospar began thrusting once more, harder and stronger than before, sending blasts of erotic ecstasy billowing through her.  Iris watched him both before her and in the vid, amazed at the sight of all those muscles rippling through his body as he took her.  She’d never seen anything so raw and beautiful.            “Look how easily you take me now,” he invited her.  “Your body has yielded totally to mine.  I claim it, Iris.  It belongs to me now.”            “Yes,” she groaned.  She wanted to give everything up to him.              His body slapped against hers, driving bliss in larger and larger waves through her body.  Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts.  She looked wanton and sinful, accepting the alien’s eager needs and bowing to her own base drives.            The friction grew hotter and stronger inside her passage, rubbing that electrical spot over and over.  Iris’ excitement grew.  Orgasm loomed, hurrying towards her.  Her every breath ended in a sob.
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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged

Elisa hummed to herself as she primped in front of the big mirror in her quarters.  It wasn’t easy to apply makeup in the dim lighting, but she had it as bright as the latest power restrictions allowed.
She didn’t try to fool herself about what she was doing.  She tried to make herself as attractive as possible for Clan Zemos.  Every smile, every kind word, every hint of approval she received from them was saved in her heart.  Even the Dramok’s clumsy compliments the day before were gold, as little as she believed them.
“Your pretty face could brighten the darkest night,” she gruffly informed her reflection.  Elisa laughed.  “So smooth, Captain Zemos.  Are you hoping for seconds on your meals?”
She shook her head, noting the crow’s feet that appeared with her smile.  She acknowledged them with sad acceptance.  No, she was not pretty anymore, if she ever had been.  It was still nice to hear someone say she was, though.  Sometimes Elisa believed the falsehoods Clan Zemos spoke, simply because they offered them with such warmth.  The three men were always kind to her.  Was it any wonder she’d fallen for them?
Elisa liked all the Kalquorians that had been taken prisoner.  Even the ones in the general population brig had been unfailingly nice to her.  They bowed at her approach and thanked her warmly for bringing their meals, as if it wasn’t a part of her duties.  Despite the fact the alien species was without many women, they never acted untoward with her.  There were no ugly comments, like the ones Remington constantly made.  Sure, their gazes might contain a certain amount of heat, but Elisa thought that was to be expected.  Even with need in their expressions, the Kalquorians also managed a measure of reverence at her presence.  She never got a sense of violation around them.
Elisa had entertained fantasies of the Kalquorians breaking free and escaping, of them taking her with them as an adored prisoner.  Her body warmed to think of being held helpless, bound naked in a dungeon-like setting as man after man came to her, taking his pleasure with her body.  They would ignore her pleas for mercy, intuiting she wanted them every bit as much as they wanted her.  In those visions that made her stomach churn with ticklish warmth and her sex grow wet, they made her acknowledge her animal lusts, giving her the ecstasy she’d only experienced with her own fingers.
Elisa was well used to such feelings, as frighteningly strange as they were.  Before the capture of the Kalquorians, she used to daydream about other men getting her alone, of them demanding her to surrender to their passions.  Those fantasy men had never had faces or been anyone she actually knew.  No one on the ship had really interested her in that way, especially since she was afraid one of them might actually end up raping her.
Elisa had long given up trying to understand how she could fantasize about forceful encounters with the men.  She didn’t know why she found the idea alluring, particularly when it came to Zemos, Oret, and Miragin.  How could she imagine such things yet still despise the threat that came from men like Remington?  Was it because she sensed the underlying goodness of her objects of affection, rejecting those who looked only to their own desires with no thought for hers?
She made no sense to herself, especially since realizing Clan Zemos had turned into more than a delicious and decadent fantasy to be served in her lonely virgin bed.  She was aware their seeming kindness could be a lie.  Yet it never felt like a falsehood.  Every time they asked after her welfare, it was with the sense that they truly cared to know she was happy and healthy.  
It was crazy that Elisa had fallen head over heels for the trio, yet she had.  She was absolutely convinced she was in love.
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