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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule

            “I’ve never done this,” she whispered, her gaze locked on the two bullet-shaped organs.            “I will be delighted to teach you.”            Clajak put one hand on the back of her head while grasping the larger of his members with the other.  He ran the tip of the smooth-skinned cock over her lips, wetting them with his lubricant.  She licked the fluid, tasting the sweet spice of him.  She’d been afraid she wouldn’t like the taste, that it would make her gag.  However, Clajak’s lubrication was like cinnamon sugar.              “Kiss it as you would my lips,” he said, and Jessica did, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue flicking out to tease.  He was warm against her mouth, and she kissed his cock again, then again, becoming more passionate.  Her hands gripped Clajak’s buttocks, squeezing the rock hard flesh as she slid her mouth over the tip of him, wrapping her tongue around his sex.            Sounding strained, Clajak’s honeyed voice commanded, “Now use your hand on it while you kiss the other one, my sweet.”            Jessica wrapped her hand around the larger penis.  “Firmly,” the prince coached.  “Yes, stroke me just like that.  Now your mouth.”            Jessica tilted her head to one side to get to the smaller penis beneath her working hand.  It had no opening for ejaculation; she guessed it had evolved for pleasurable purposes only.  Remembering how Clajak’s finger had felt inside her anus made her shiver with anticipation.  How would it feel to have this thicker, longer flesh moving within her?            She kissed and licked, delighting in Clajak’s sweet-spicy flavor.  At his urging, she alternated between the two organs, both of her hands working his hard, fevered sexes.  The veins running the lengths beneath each penis throbbed against her palms.  He gasped and moaned as she serviced him, letting her know how much he enjoyed it.            Pleasuring the prince brought its own rewards.  Her belly had begun heating again, as if readying for more passion.  The insides of Jessica’s thighs were slick with her flowing juices when Clajak pulled away.  He looked down at her, his chest heaving with quick breath.  He put his hands on either side of her head, pulling it back with his fingers tangled in her hair.            “Lean forward.”  His voice was breathy, but still filled with command.  She did as he directed.  “Now I will fuck your sweet mouth,” he whispered.  His predatory expression lent danger to his face.  His fangs reappeared, giving Jessica an erotic fear-tinged thrill.  “You feel how when your head is tilted like this, that your mouth and throat are in a straight line?”            “Yes.”  Her voice was a bare whisper.            “It will help you to keep from choking.  Keep your throat relaxed, breath only when I pull out, and you will be fine.”            He stepped close and bent over her, angling his larger penis.  Jessica opened her mouth wide for him.  His cock slid over her tongue, the vein throbbing.  He slid in further, past the back of her mouth and into her throat.  She stopped breathing, forcing herself to relax against the gag reflex.  Clajak’s smaller penis ran down the outside of her throat, leaving a wet trail in its path.  He continued to fill her with himself until his groin met her lips.            He pulled back until just the tip remained in her mouth.  Jessica took a breath, then Clajak filled her mouth and throat again.              Listening to her lover’s breathing come faster, she filled with a sense of pride.  The prince was finding pleasure with her, as inexperienced as she was.  While she had always thought of herself as a strong, independent woman, she found it exciting to serve him.  Hearing him command her to satisfy his flesh made her eager to do so. 
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WIP Wednesday – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

The two men turned to her.  Daagiis said, “No camouflage for this exercise.  We’ll go hand-to-hand and test your abilities.”
Raven looked from one to the other.  She was used to being the smallest kid on the block, but she was still up against two muscled men who had unknown fighting abilities.  She scowled.
“So, no weapons.  Me against the two of you.  And this is fair because—?”
Daagiis grinned at her grumpy tone.  “Because I am going to load a program into your interface.  It contains all the information you need to defend yourself against two larger, stronger assailants.  Hold still.  You’ll go offline for a few moments.”
Before Raven could ask him what he meant by going offline, the face-changer grasped the underside of her jaw, holding her still while he plugged something into small port at the base of her skull.  Daagiis had pointed it out to her as he’d braided her hair.  The idea she had an actual computer port in her head plus a computer had been surreal, to say the least.  
She was definitely not in Kansas anymore.
The instant Daagiis plugged his device in, Raven couldn’t move.  A strange buzzing, felt more than heard, filled her skull.  Her mouth fell open and in a voice not quite hers, Raven said in a monotone, “Download successful.”
Daagiis unplugged what looked like a slender rod from her port.  Raven could think and move again, and she staggered a little.  Vendeen grabbed her shoulder to steady her.
Raven shook her head.  “Holy shit.  That was not pleasant.”
Vendeen thumped the back of his hand against her abdomen, letting her feel a slight thud from his knuckles.  “Your bodysuit is flexibly armored.  It will record any kill blows we land, but other than extreme pain—” he grinned evilly “—you will not truly be harmed.”
Daagiis added, “Head shots to you are off limits, but you are free to attack us in any way you wish.”
Raven gave him the meanest look she could summon.  “You don’t think I can do any harm?”
Daagiis rolled his eyes.  “Of course you can.  If we are foolish enough to allow it, we don’t deserve to live.”
Raven stared at him in shock.  The two men were serious about this.  The grim looks they gave each other told her they meant business.
Vendeen narrowed his black eyes at her.  “Let’s see what you know, my protector.”
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Sunday’s Serving – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (WIP)

Daagiis provided Raven with a sleek, one-piece garment like his and Vendeen’s.  He referred to it as a ‘camosuit’.  She wasn’t sure why it was called that since it had none of the olive and green or desert splashes of color she’d come to associate with camouflage clothing.  The iridescent black that shimmered beautifully in the light.  It had attached feet, the soles of which were made for serious traction like hiking boots.  It also had a hood to cover her head with, along with the attached gloves.
When she pulled it on, she discovered the thick padding over her torso and back.  At her questioning look, Daagiis nodded.  “Body armor, similar to the Kevlar vest you weren’t wearing the day you got shot.”
Raven scowled at that dig, but Daagiis was absolutely right.  Arizona desert heat or not, she should have been better protected.  Not wearing her vest had been a stupid mistake, one she’d very nearly paid the ultimate price for.
As soon as she had the bodysuit on, Daagiis said, “Say, ‘activate camouflage’.
Raven did so and gasped to see her body disappear.  Well, not quite disappear.  It simply showed everything behind her.  Her long, black hair seemed to float in thin air.
“If you put your hood on, your head will be camouflaged as well,” Vendeen said.  He demonstrated with the suit he wore.  Other than a slight distortion in the air when he moved, he had become invisible.
“It even works for the face though there’s nothing over it,” Raven noted with awe.
“It emits a field that takes care of that part of you.”
“Cool,” she breathed.
Vendeen said, “Deactivate camoflage,” and reappeared.  Raven followed suit.
“Anyone wearing thermal goggles will still pick up your body heat, but you’ll escape most detection by the naked eye,” Daagiis said.  He pulled out one of the dining chairs.  “Sit down.”
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace (2nd Edition)

            At last he stopped, his gasps loud in the small room.  He looked down at where they joined, his pupils so wide that only the slightest touch of purple outlined them.  Amelia had never seen anyone so beautiful as Rajhir was in this moment of sublime joining.            “Warm,” he breathed, his face rapturous with sensation.  “So warm and soft.  You are a wonder, my little one.”            His tone was one of absolute reverence.  It startled and moved Amelia.  No one had ever spoken to her that way.  The Dramok caressed her face, his fingers trembling minutely, as if he touched a holy relic.             Kneeling upright between her thighs, Rajhir’s hips rocked against Amelia’s.  He moved easily within her, and the delicious friction within both her passages made her arch against him in reaction.  Flencik bent over her to caress her face and breasts.  She gripped the Imdiko’s shoulders, desperately needing something to hang onto as heat built quickly within her belly.  Her legs wrapped around Rajhir’s waist of their own free will, giving her the leverage to buck against him, to drive deep him inside.  The Dramok responded to her need with a growl, pumping his hips harder and faster.  He gripped her buttocks in both hands, squeezing the pliable flesh to hold her still as he plunged even deeper into her flesh.              Flencik shifted to watch his leader dive into Amelia’s body and emerge glistening.  Breft also stared, his wet lips parted.  Far from being self-conscious, Amelia’s excitement grew as they watched Rajhir take her, as their close-fitting formsuits betrayed their arousals.            I can't do anything to stop them, Amelia thought.  The full weight of her helplessness against these creatures fell upon her.  No matter how she might struggle or beg, they would do as they pleased with her because they knew she wanted it.  The realization fed her desire and tipped her over the edge.            Orgasm exploded through her with pure electric warmth.  She cried out and hung onto Flencik as Rajhir rocked steadily inside her.  In time with his rhythm, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, shattering her into a million pieces.  She screamed peals of ecstasy.            Slowly Amelia came down from the high of the incredible climax.  Even as her body calmed, Rajhir's continued lovemaking kept her pleasure at a steady hum.  She'd never come more than once during each episode of sex before and doubted she would this time either.  Still, she enjoyed the sensation of having Rajhir move inside her.  She glowed with the aftereffects of the sublime release.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

            Gegra looked at him with visible pride.  “My son, Dramok Rajhir.  Here you are, a young man on the threshold of his life.  Schooling and internships completed, ready to begin your journey into a life of service to your people.  I have offered my congratulations?”            Rajhir bowed his head in respect.  “Yes, my father.  Even if you had not spoken them, the new shuttle you gave me would have sufficed.”            “Enjoying it, I presume?”            Rajhir thought of how impressed his recent Imdiko dates had been with the sleek vehicle, the newest model fresh from the factory.  He thought the Matara he planned to enjoy the night with would be quite delighted to be escorted in such finery too.  He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face.  “I’m enjoying it very much.”            Gegra snorted.  “I thought so.  Imdiko Iresh’s father contacted me two days ago to remind me his son, as infatuated as he is with you, is already promised to another Dramok.  He requested you stop turning the young man’s head with expensive dinners and fine shuttles.”            “He’s not clanned yet.  Iresh can enjoy his freedom while he has it.  Besides, I’m not chasing him.  We were only having a night out as far as I’m concerned.”            “Good, because it’s now time to get serious about your future.  While we’re on the subject of Imdikos, you have been of clanning age for two years now.  No valid prospects yet?”            “Nothing of note.”  Rajhir was in no hurry to settle down quite yet.  He greatly enjoyed the few Mataras available, both their company and their bodies.  His family’s connections and high rank had allowed him the rare opportunity to bed the scant few in the territory.  Rajhir knew six such women, and to judge by how they always commed him when they visited the area, he knew they enjoyed him too.  One of them had contacted him just today to let him know she expected to see him tonight, and he looked forward to the diversion.            To gain a female as a permanent mate, to even court one seriously, required Rajhir first clan a male from each of the other two breeds, a Nobek and an Imdiko.  He had not yet met many men he was particularly attracted to so far, certainly none he wanted to spend the rest of his 200-plus remaining years of life with.  Besides, he was having fun with the various men and women he took to dinner, events, and his apartment.            Gegra had other ideas.  “You need to get to work on that.  Those Imdikos become almost as rare as the women in a dozen years or so.”
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Sunday’s Serving – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire (WIP)

            Gegra’s smile faded as his gaze flicked over Rajhir’s shoulder.  His features went hard as stone in an instant.  “Good afternoon, my Matara.  Is your workday over?”            Rajhir twisted in his chair to see his mother Nivere walking into the room.  Her lovely face was as distant as Gegra’s as she answered.  “It is.  Shall I wait for you or go home on my own, my Dramok?”            Gegra busied himself with his computer.  “I am nearly finished if you would be kind enough to wait for a few minutes.”            “That is not a problem.”            Nivere turned her attention to Rajhir.  Her smile, the loveliest thing he knew in his life, spread over her fine-boned face, lifting his heart.            Rajhir’s mother had clanned young, and she barely looked older than the men and women he dated.  Her thick black hair waved gently to her knees, but for the crown of braids that circled at the top.  Her purple gown matched her almond-shaped eyes, bringing their light shining from her face.  The dress was custom-sewn for her, a sleeveless light sheath that reached her slippered feet.  She held out long, lithe, toned arms to Rajhir, inviting his embrace.            Rajhir stood, pausing long enough to bow respectfully before accepting the gift of her hug.  As always, he experienced a tug of pain in his heart over the distance between his parents.  He understood Gegra’s coldness towards Nivere.  Perhaps it was disloyal to love her so much, but Rajhir couldn’t help his devotion to her.  Hers was the first smile he remembered as a child, her voice offered the first encouragements.  No wrong she had ever committed could remove the adoration he felt for her.            He hugged her close and dropped a kiss on her still unlined forehead.  Her arms tightened around him briefly before they released each other and stood gazing with sappy looks of devotion that might make a Nobek groan.            Nivere’s throaty voice was filled with pride.  “My son, I am always glad to see you.  Will you join your parents for dinner tonight?”
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