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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conviction (M/M)

Wynhod bellowed.  Violent lust thudded at the base of his cocks, fed by the unrelenting hand pumping his secondary organ and the hot, wet mouth bobbing and sucking on the larger one.  Gelan’s rough tongue rubbed hard against the vein pounding on the underside of Wynhod’s prick.   Bloodcurdling ecstasy throbbed through the Nobek’s loins, demanding release.  Gelan’s constricting fist allowed no such thing, keeping him in an agonized thrall.  And Wynhod could do nothing but hold himself open for the abuse.
Even Wynhod’s delight in receiving erotic torture was tested in the next few minutes.  He quaked violently under the assault, alternating between choked sounds that resembled sobs and roars of furious demand.  Not one sane thought crossed his mind as Gelan enthusiastically mouthed one cock and rubbed the other.  All he knew were the brutal demands of his body, the downright painful need to climax, the frantic urge to escape his tormentor and not being able to.  He was reduced to the animal that dwelt behind his civilized face, a beast that tried to mindlessly flail against the trap that held it as it endured unceasing, delicious anguish.
Wynhod’s throat was nearly raw from his cries when the mouth at last released him.  The Nobek saw the man between his legs rise and consider him for a moment.
“Pure feral need,” his tormentor exulted.  “By the ancestors, I missed seeing that face.”
Wynhod growled and showed his fangs.  The other man showed his back.  Still holding the Nobek’s primary cock so that the he couldn’t come, Gelan leaned over him.
“Now that my domination over you is firmly established, what do you say we fuck?”
Wynhod couldn’t make much sense of what Gelan was saying.  However, the lust in his tone made him think that the awful pressure in his gut might finally be eased soon.  He just had to play along for a little while longer.
Still keeping his terrible grip on Wynhod’s cock, Gelan used his other hand to position himself.  Something thick and feverishly hot nudged the Nobek’s anus.
“Knowing how much you like pain, I’m not going to prepare you.  You’ll take me while you’re still tight.”
The words were still mostly meaningless noise.  It didn’t matter.  Wynhod knew what was about to happen and welcomed it.  When the other man was fulfilled, then he would be allowed release too.  That was how this game had always gone.  He knew the rules.
Wynhod pushed against the pressure against his ass, opening himself to its invasion.  With a long groan, Gelan accepted his invitation and slid inside.
The ache was burning and immediate.  Wynhod hissed, letting the sensation mix with the angry arousal fighting to get past the barrier of Gelan’s fist.  He unleashed a guttural snarl, at once accepting and warning.  
Gelan snarled back.  He was alpha.  He had won the right to dominate.  Wynhod responded by lifting his chin and offering his throat.
“The venom is wearing off, I see,” Gelan said.  He pushed deep inside and a sudden jolt of pleasure made Wynhod howl.  Liquid fire roiled through his smaller cock and billowed towards the primary one, joining the already agonizing need.  
Gelan drew back and slammed back in, finding that sweet spot once more.  Wynhod arched and yelled again.  His hands sprang free of their grip on his own thighs.  He grabbed hold of Gelan’s buttocks and wrapped his legs around his hips.  He squeezed hard, making the Dramok grind against his prostate, bringing more tormenting delight.
Gelan fell forward.  He managed to keep his fist wrapped around Wynhod’s primary dick as he did so, catching himself with the other hand.  Bracing himself against the floor next to the Nobek’s head, he pumped in and out of Wynhod’s ass, bringing shrieking pleasure with every stroke.  Wynhod’s hold on him made the thrusts stronger, driving him animal crazy once more.
Gelan’s face worked with need, showing he neared his end.  Wynhod had a moment of lucidity, in which he saw how the strong body over his worked, the muscles undulating and writhing in a beautiful wanton dance.  For an instant, the astounding sight stole his breath.
The Dramok’s face abruptly softened and his eyes closed.  The vicious clutch on Wynhod’s prick loosened just enough for him to pump it in and out of his fist.  “Do it,” Gelan gasped.   At last, molten elation drove through Wynhod’s cock.  He shrieked as it seared its way up and out, thick cables of lust pouring from his body to splash against both men’s bellies and chests.  Some distant part of the Nobek’s consciousness registered when Gelan jerked against him, adding his own cries of completion to the din.
Pulses of rapture were still shuddering their way through Wynhod’s groin when he returned to his senses.  He opened his eyes to see Gelan’s face above his.  The Dramok’s face went slack with rapture, his eyes still closed.
Wynhod reached up and grabbed the back of his lover’s head, pulling him down.  He gave Gelan a bruising, biting kiss, which the Dramok returned in kind.  Wynhod clutched the other man’s body close, remembering how it had moved with savage grace over his.  How stunning and gorgeous Gelan had been.

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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged

Threads of gray wove themselves in his head full of messy curls.  Wide, intelligent eyes often sparkled even though he was a prisoner.  Elisa’s favorite feature on Miragin was his plump lips, sumptuous to the point of decadence.  She often wondered what it would be like to kiss that delicious-looking mouth.  He was also the least intimidating of the men, several inches shorter than the other two and built more like a long-time runner than a muscled powerhouse.  The youngest of the three at a century and a quarter, Miragin had a dreamier aspect.  Elisa imagined him taking long walks as he mused the concerns of his world.  Any time the Earther guards were present, Zemos and Oret kept their bodies between them and Miragin, determined to shield the Imdiko from all harm.
Oret came forward again to accept another dish from Elisa, passing this one to Zemos.  “You prepared these meals yourself?” he asked in his wolf-growl voice.
She nodded.  “Yes, Nobek Oret.”
He nodded and took the final tray from her.  Oret’s demeanor was often one of suspicion, and Elisa knew he didn’t trust anyone else to cook his clan’s food.  In those cases, he ate first and insisted Zemos and Miragin not touch their meals until an hour after he’d finished his.  His distrust of their captors hadn’t been shaken in three months though no one had attempted to poison the trio.
Even at the beginning of their imprisonment, Oret had been more relaxed with Elisa.  After the first two days of her bringing their meals, he’d relaxed his dictates to the other two that they wait to eat until he felt confident of the food’s safety.  Elisa thought it was because she was a woman that Oret trusted her to the extent he did.  She’d often thought about telling him he really should know better, but she liked that the fierce Nobek felt confident of her motives.
Miragin had already started eating the chicken stir-fry, practically inhaling the pile of food she’d made for him.  Between mouthfuls he said, “Delicious as always, Matara Elisa.  Thank you so much for preparing our food.”
Elisa closed the window in the containment field, smiling at his praise and obvious enjoyment of his dinner.  She glanced down the corridor towards the guard’s room.  There was still no sign of anyone coming to join her, and she knew she should get going.  Yet her whole day revolved around stolen moments such as these.
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Shalia's Diary Monday Post

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Sunday’s Serving – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (WIP)

Daagiis gave him a narrowed glare.  “Some day it will be you under my lash once more.  You will kneel at my feet and call me master.”
Vendeen answered the challenge with a cold stare.  “Perhaps.  But for now, I own you, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”
The men stared at each other.  Raven sensed a struggle of wills happening.  She wondered if it was possible to turn Daagiis against Vendeen enough to allow her to escape this sentence of servitude.
Vendeen’s tone was unfeeling as he asked the other man, “Do you wish to have this out now, or shall we enjoy the lovely protector you acquired for me?”
For a moment, Daagiis’ features twisted.  Raven saw frustration, anger, and agony mixing in his expression.  But there was no sign of hatred.  In fact, Daagiis looked at Vendeen with a kind of desperation that made her think of – love?  Was that what put the tortured feeling in his golden eyes?
The moment lasted barely a second before Daagiis turned his gaze on Raven.  Her stomach executed a slow roll as the heat in his stare sought to sear her.  A smile crept over his face.  “Having already had a taste of this exquisite creature, I am definitely on the side of making love, not war.”
Releasing in autumn 2013

Guest on the Blog – Tamara Jock

My first real love when it came to reading was horror stories.  Nothing piqued my interest like ghosts, vampires, and things that went bump in the night even as a child, possibly because I grew up in haunted houses.
Back on the blog with her latest offering is Tamara Jock, who writes mainstream sci-fi and horror novels.  Lilith’s Return is the sequel to Lilith, in which the succubus mother of demons tries to destroy all of mankind to claim the Earth realm.  While you’d do well to check out the original story first, Lilith’s Return reads fine as a stand-alone.
Tamara also had some freaky haunted house experiences as a child, the earliest of which she shares below:

A Terrified Toddler:  My First Haunted House
Yes, I believe in ghosts.  I have good reason to, having lived in at least two haunted houses.  The first of these my family moved into when I was only two.
Having been so young, my memories of that converted garage rental in Newport, North Carolina, are spotty for the most part.  I remember the day the stove caught on fire and my mom carrying me out.  I remember there was a swingset in the back yard.  All the rest of my memories from that place are of the strange things I saw and the terror I felt living there.
I don’t recall telling my mother that witches were trying to get me.  She remembers it well though, and I was convincing enough in my fear to have her put a cross necklace around my neck.  She prayed fervently over me that God would keep me safe from whatever made me scream at night.  That what made me run from one room to another, searching for protection, would leave me alone.
What I do remember was my tiny bedroom after dark, lit by the cheerfully smiling face painted on my nightlight.  This bizarre room had a habit of changing size before my confused stare.  The corner of my room, only two feet away from the foot of my bed, would suddenly stretch several yards away.  My bedroom door was so far as to be unreachable should something pounce out of the shadows.  It was a funhouse effect that wasn’t fun to see at all. 
Most often were the shadows that wandered into our living room, shadows which belonged to no one.  I huddled as small as I could make myself in my father’s recliner as one, two, three shadows entered the room, came close to each other and gesticulated as if having conversation (though I heard nothing), then leaving again.   This occurred at least half a dozen times during the months we lived in that house.
The most frightening thing of all that happened, I remember as clearly as if it was yesterday.  I had gone to bed and was lying facing the wall it butted up against.  My pulse was loud in my ears, loud enough to nearly drown out the sound of my parents’ conversation in their room, which was right beside mine.  That steady whooshing sound of blood rushing through my veins bothered me for some reason.  As I lay there, the beating of my heart sped up as if to warn of impending danger.  I thought perhaps lying on my other side would make it go away.  I rolled over.
Looming over me was the dark figure of a headless man.  I saw him in glaring relief; his long, black coat belted at the waist, every fold and crease sharp in the nightlight’s glow.  Above its neckline – nothing.  It was tall and broadshouldered, much bigger than my father, even without its head. 
The apparition simply stood there for the brief moment I beheld him.  If he ever moved to threaten me, I didn’t know it.  I was up and out of the bed in an instant, screaming as I bolted out of my room.  Of course when my parents went in, turning on the light to banish this ‘bogey man’, he was gone.
It could be that whatever roamed that house wasn’t looking to attack or even frighten a small child.  Perhaps the fact that I was the only one that could see them made one reach out to me for help.  Whatever the intent, I was too young and too frightened to encourage the experience.
Now I’m intrigued by the paranormal.  If I saw independent shadows on the wall, I’d be doing my best Ghost Hunters imitation, trying to record EVPs and inviting any unseen entity to knock ‘Shave and a Haircut’ back at me.  But my terrifying ordeal as a pre-schooler has left its mark.  To this day I hate the sound of my pulse whooshing in my ears when I’m lying in my bed at night.  And I never turn my back to the room, as if keeping watch alone will ward off any ghost who wishes to creep up and surprise me.  Some scares you just never get over.

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Lilith’s Return

When Alex, Colwyn, and Jacob Lasham exiled the mother of demonkind from Earth 25 years ago, they thought they’d never see her again.  Yet evil refuses to stay dead, and Lilith has a score to settle with the trio.  She is determined to have Earth as her undisputed realm, and the Lashams will be the first to fall in her renewed war.
Alex and Colwyn’s daughter Lena has no interest in the family business of destroying demons.  She is young and carefree and wants to be normal ... as normal as a clairvoyant quarter-demon can be, anyway.  However, Lilith’s return threatens her family, and Lena is forced to take up the fight alongside her parents and uncle.
This time, Lilith has the upper hand and the destruction of mankind is imminent.  Lena discovers that to save the Earth she must do the unthinkable:  join forces with the one creature more deadly and profane than even Lilith.  But will Lena’s agreement with the Father of Lies be worth the lives of all mankind, her sanity, and her soul?  Or will she become the gateway for a greater destruction to Earth?

Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Oblivion.  Nowhere.  The endless void.  Perfect, sublime nothingness.  Here the essence of what had been a dread creature rested, one despised by mankind, angelic beings, and evil entities alike. She drifted, feeling safe and quiet for the eternal moment.  Restoring.  Recovering.
She always came to this place between struggles.  Where pain disappeared and she could huddle with her neverending disappointment and anger, screaming silently against the unfairness of her situation.  Where she could castigate herself for blind stupidity once again. 
But she hadn’t been stupid this last time.  She’d been smart, her plan flawless, her supremacy unmatched.  Still, it hadn’t mattered.  She’d been sent away, defeated once more.  Here between the realms of Heaven, Hell, and Earth she knew she’d find a semblance of peace eventually.  She floated in the ethereal plane, where nothing else existed and nothing mattered.  While others found only madness in this vast void, she found relief. 
The entity didn’t know how long she’d been here this time.  She’d at last gotten to the point where ceaseless rage no longer held her in its violent grip.  She was able to rest for longer and longer periods of time, to not think of what had been kept just out of her straining reach once more.  Long enough to bask in nothingness.  Still, she knew it hadn’t been a great stretch of time because she didn’t want to go back to Earth yet.  The abyss still comforted her too much, offering a reprieve from the chaos.  It was safe here, away from the burning hatred, the overriding need for revenge, and the pain.
Oh God, there was so much pain in that other place.
Later she would reflect that last thought must have been what had summoned the golden light.  It crept in so gradually that she remained blissfully unaware of it at first.  Who knew how long the Other had waited for those words, patiently biding its time?  But time was meaningless here.  Seconds felt like eons, and eternity waned within seconds.  Time was only a fabrication made by man after all.
The light snuck up on her, so very stealthy that it had chased away most of the black oblivion before she grew cognizant of its arrival.  It had inched in to fill her senses with warmth and alien contentment.  It was like being in a living sunbeam.  Its silent, imperceptible advent lulled her.  She remained blissfully unaware she was no longer alone until a sound like an eternally exhaling breath drifted mistily through her essence.  Even then she didn’t panic until she heard something like tinkling bells in the nonexistent distance.
In her great dread, she didn’t try to reason that the Other was never far away.  The Other was everywhere.  It simply chose to express itself only in certain places and for certain entities.  But right now, all she knew was she needed to get back to the empty ether, to where the Other never spoke.  Where the questions and accusations would not come.  But where had the void disappeared to?  Everywhere she turned, she beheld only the golden light, and those terrifyingly sweet tinkling bells were coming closer.
Then the Other’s voice spoke, still so well-known despite the millennia since she’d last heard it.  It was as much felt as heard, no harsher than a summer’s breeze and yet mightier than the most earthshaking clap of thunder.  She shrank before its quiet, monumental force, becoming a tiny mote of consciousness in its vast presence.
Lilith.  Lost, angry child of Mine. 
She made a soundless scream to hear her name spoken by that yearned for and despised voice.  She made herself smaller, as if she could ever deny the all-seeing eyes. 
Why are you hiding from me?  Stay in the light and let yourself see for once. 
Instead, she flew away, feeling the atmosphere around her growing denser as if it would hold her in place, a helpless insect caught in a Venus flytrap.  No, no, she had to escape.  She could not face the Other, could not bear the disappointment, the millennia of wrongs she had committed, the judgment that must follow.  The air thickened, bearing heavily against her as she sought the empty void.  She came up against a barrier, something solid. 
Lilith.  Stay with Me.
It almost sounded sad, as if entreating a long lost lover.  It was a trick, of course.  It had to be.  She could never feel its adoration again.  She wandered permanently astray, with no way home ever.  She clawed at the unseen wall trapping her, dashed herself against it until she broke through. 
She fell like a stone, plummeting faster and faster.  The golden light changed; it became orange and then hectic red, and she imagined she fell into a fiery pit.  She closed her eyes against the angry glare, the light behind her closed eyelids scarlet like blood. 
When she came up hard against another barrier, too solid to be the flames she’d been certain she’d find, she clawed at it too.  Pain dug into her fingertips, the obstruction gritty against her skin, the scent of brine filling her nose…
Fingertips?  Skin?  Nose?
She opened her startled eyes.  She had returned to the material without trying, back before she was ready, she was solid, she was…
…on Earth again.  Shuddering all over, Lilith dragged herself to her bare feet in the middle of a thin, one-lane gravel road. 
She was corporeal and naked.  Usually, she carefully prepared before chancing the Earth realm again, looking for just the right time and place to launch another offensive against the children of Adam.  To cleanse the world, her world, of mankind’s infestation.  Panicked by the presence of the Other, she had blundered back senseless and blind.
Lilith looked around at her surroundings.  Dark enveloped the world, signaling nighttime, with no one around to see her naked.  Long wavy red hair flowed over her shoulders, covering her bountiful breasts.  The air wafted soothingly warm, the breeze refreshing rather than leaving her shivering with cold.  No, the fine tremors that ran down her frame were from reaction to the near encounter with the Other on the ethereal plane, not to mention the shock of suddenly finding herself physical once more. 
A slight breeze sighed.  In its wake, the few pine trees that dotted the area whispered secrets overhead.  The soft splashing of waves of the nearby creek lapped against a wooden bulkhead.  The sound seemed very familiar to Lilith, as did the sea salt teasing her nostrils. 
A simple, rustic cabin occupied the lot on one side of the gravel lane where she stood.  Its porch light glowed like a tiny golden sun, orbited by dozens of fluttering moths.  On the other side, facing the cabin, was a pretty white cottage with a wraparound porch.  She’d never seen either place, but the general landscape seemed eerily familiar.
After a moment, Lilith gasped, recognizing her surroundings.  She only had to imagine a tidy doublewide trailer instead of the cabin and a derelict two-story house in place of the storybook cottage.  This was where she had last left the Earth, falling in all-too familiar defeat while battling a member of her age-old enemy, the Segreto.
Her lips wrinkled back in an unconscious snarl.  The Segreto.  Had there ever been such a hated entity?  For untold centuries, the organization had kept her from claiming what by all rights should belong to her.  First it had been the Hebrews who had defied her, loose confederations located in the larger towns.  Those ancient people performed rites to send her away when she dared to walk the Earth.  They defeated her at every turn as she tried to take back what Adam and his simpering second wife Eve had stolen.  Then with the rise of Christendom and the Catholic Church, the secretive Segreto had taken up the fight, thwarting her time after time in her pursuit of murderous justice.
The last time Lilith had tried to wrest control of Earth from mankind, she’d wiped out all but one of the holy sect.  With no way to know how many years had passed since that last fight, she wondered if the bitch Alex Williams still lived.  If the Segreto had reformed and awaited the demoness’ return.
“I’m not ready to do this again,” Lilith hissed to herself.  She felt a scream uncoiling in the pit of her belly, but she refused to voice it.  Prepared or not, she was back on Earth.  She would not be able to return to the calm darkness of the ether until the body she’d spun out of nothingness was destroyed. 
At least the cover of night concealed the mother of demonkind for now.  Had she descended into the middle of a busy marketplace in daylight, she would have had many problems to contend with.  Her enemies might have been made aware of her quickly.  She had time to do a little thinking before she had to make a move.
Before any real decisions could be made, she needed to find clothing and a place to live.  A safe base of operations, if she was to take up the fight for her realm once more.  But for the moment, curiosity won out over self-preservation. 
Lilith looked at the crude but homey cabin, now on the site where her enemy had lived.  Where Alex Williams had destroyed her hopes yet again.  Was she still in residence?  Did she live on this spot yet, thinking herself safe from the immortal succubus who’d nearly killed her and her unborn child?
Lilith crept to the home’s front window.  The sheers were closed but the curtains pulled back, giving her a gauzy glimpse into the cabin’s den.  Blue light from the television flickered.  In its illumination, she caught sight of a man seated in a recliner before it.  He was intent on the images flashing across the large flat screen, so she looked over the situation as best as she could.
The furniture was big and bulky, the television the only thing hanging on the wall.  What looked like a pile of clothing heaped on the floor on one side.  Fishing rods leaned in the far corner.  Wooden TV trays on crossbar legs served as tables.  She saw nothing to suggest femininity about the room. 
Lilith decided to take the chance that the man stayed alone in the cabin.  Perhaps he was a bachelor or just getting away from his family, but the single vehicle in the driveway, a huge mud splattered pickup truck, also gave her reason to believe the man had no company in the cabin.
Reassured, she went to the front door.  A small diamond-shaped window reflected her image back at her, and she blinked to see herself with the same features as the last time she’d been on Earth.  Big green eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes.  Straight, upturned nose.  High cheekbones.  Full, pouty lips.  A gorgeous creature that turned men’s heads.  She looked down at her body, paying attention for the first time.  She had formed exactly as before; huge tits, tiny waist, round hips.  If Alex Williams was still alive, was still living in this spot, she’d know Lilith on sight.
The demoness dismissed the concern and knocked.  She waited patiently, listening to heavy footsteps approach from within.  Seconds later the door swung open, and a ruggedly handsome man peered out at her.
“Yeah – whoa, what the hell?”  His eyes were perfectly round as he took in the improbable sight of a statuesque naked redhead standing on his porch.
Lilith didn’t give him time to realize he was in trouble.  She grabbed him by the back of the neck and captured his gaze with hers.  Almost immediately his face went slack.
“Is anyone else here?” she demanded.
“No.  They’re at home.”  His voice sounded low, as if he dredged it from somewhere deep inside himself.
“Only you?  And you don’t expect anyone to come here tonight?” she pressed.  She had to be sure.
“Yes.  I am all alone for the weekend.”
“Do you know Alex Williams?”
“Never heard of – wait, she owned this property before the guy I bought it from.  I saw her name on the papers.”
No Segreto bitch to fight right away then.  Tension bled from Lilith’s shoulders.  “Do you have any women’s clothes here?”
“My wife has some things she keeps in the closet.”
Lilith could hope there would be something that would fit.  She smiled.  “You want me.”
Her victim said nothing, but a line of drool escaped from one corner of his slack mouth.  When Lilith’s hand went to his crotch, she found him hard.  And big.  Her smile grew.  “Good.  You will do very well.  Show me to the bedroom and take your clothes off.”
The man immediately turned and marched inside.  She followed him down a hall, admiring his wide shoulders and the taut buttocks wrapped in tight jeans.  Very delectable for a descendant of Adam, though she reviled the race.
Clothing, shelter for the night, and a delicious-looking man to feed on.  It was a good start.

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Also from Tamara Jock:
Lilith


Alex Williams has battled demons all her life. Now Lilith, the mother of all demon kind, has declared war on the human race. To defeat the immortal succubus, Alex must lay aside her hatred and work with two half-demons, Colwyn and Jacob.
Alex and Colwyn are prepared to destroy each other at the first sign of treachery. What they don’t expect is the passion that overcomes them. To defeat Lilith, Alex must embrace what she believes profane and trust the half-demon who might turn against her at any moment.
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The Willow and the Stone


Four years ago, insectile aliens arrived on Earth in great pyramid ships. Now mankind is reduced to a few pockets of survivors, skulking in the shadows to elude the creatures that rule the planet. Among those survivors are Carli Dixon and Renee Johnson, an ill-matched pair thrown together through circumstance.
Battling their extraterrestrial enemy and the betrayal of their own kind, Carli and Renee struggle against impossible odds to find safety. Rescuing each other from certain death cements their friendship. But to survive and save others like themselves, they must risk everything … including each other.
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Willow in the Desert


Six years ago, an alien invasion nearly decimated the human race. Carli Dixon and Leo Black Elk lead a small band of survivors against the insectoid extraterrestrials, determined to win Earth back for mankind. In between attacks on their enemies, they rest in the tiny desert village Freetown, one of the last outposts of human civilization. Here, people have realized some semblance of the lives they knew prior to the invasion.

But the seemingly lifeless Black Pyramid that sits in nuclear-blasted San Francisco isn’t as harmless as they thought, and death is heading east to Freetown. A new menace has been birthed in the dark, dead pyramid, one that could finally finish off humans once and for all.

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Keep up with Tamara’s books on her blog ‘Rifts in Reality’ at http://tamarajock.blogspot.com/.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer (M/M)

Tranis stopped again.  “There.  I’m in.  For how long remains the question.”
Lidon felt a pressure beneath his lower cock.  He looked beneath his crouched body to see Tranis’ second cock nestled up beneath his.  He shivered.  The Dramok had mounted him, had made Lidon his bottom.  Few men had had the power to do so.  He let no one master him who didn’t deserve it.Tranis drew back, emptying Lidon slowly until only the tip of his cock remained just inside the Nobek’s ass.  Then he thrust back in, powerfully.  Lidon had a moment of hot agony as his ass stretched grudgingly for the invasion, then Tranis hit that spot.
Pain and pleasure, both equally excruciating, clenched his lower body.  He arched back, his upper back smacking against Tranis’ chest.  A low howl trembled from his lips.
“That’s it,” Tranis hissed in his ear.  “Let’s see how much you like this.”
He drew back and filled Lidon once more, again finding the spot.  At the same time, he dragged fingernails down the Nobek’s back, bringing pain and the knowledge he was drawing blood.  Lidon made animal sounds of agonized want, and he ground against Tranis despite the pain.  Inviting the pain.  Begging for it.  It added so much to the rapture.  
Tranis’ hand closed tightly over Lidon’s front cock, near the tip.  “Push into my fist.”
Lidon’s hips jerked, forging his cock into that firm grip.  By the ancestors, yes.  Ecstasy coiled tight in his belly.  He jerked back, letting the Dramok’s hand bring him bliss.  At the same time, his ass took Tranis’ cock in a rush, the friction against his hot button curling his toes.
“Slow down before you bring me,” Tranis growled.
Lidon couldn’t make sense of his words over the violent demands of his cock.  He had to come.  Need made the civilized part of him crumble before the primal creature that always fought to escape.
He shoved back and forth violently, plunging into Tranis’ grip and then bucking back to take that hard length into himself.  All was sensation and want.  His second cock was flexing, tightening.  A surge of heat moved from it to his front prick.  He was going to come.  He could feel the sizzle of orgasm sliding forward, drawing itself together.  Here it was.  His rhythm stuttered as everything clutched hard...
Tranis’ hand moved to the base of his cock and squeezed, shutting off his release.  Lidon screamed defiance, trying to move, trying to climax.  The other man’s arm tightened around his waist, holding him still.
“I told you to slow down.  I’m not done fucking you yet.”
Lidon’s shattered brain didn’t quite understand the exact words, but he got the crux of the message.   He was being denied. 
He couldn’t come.
He roared his furious agony at the man riding him.  It did no good.  Worse still, the prick in his ass was sliding in and out much slower now, rubbing the hot zone lighter than Lidon wanted.  His cock throbbed in desperation to spill, but that merciless hand kept the hot river of cum dammed up.  
A long, drawn-out groan sounded in his ear.  “That’s right.  It feels good to master someone like you.  Not just shoving my prick in your hot, tight ass, but also being in control of such a strong Nobek.  Making you submit to me is half the thrill.”
Lidon felt a surge of pride at Tranis’ praise.  At the same time, he wanted to get free and beat the Dramok into submission so he could fuck hisass.  
The Nobek desperately fought to move.  He couldn’t, not with his arms and ankles pinned by the hover cuffs, his right leg useless, and Tranis holding him so tightly.  All he could do was crouch beneath his conqueror and take the achingly slow strokes.
Tranis pressed deep and ground hard into Lidon.  Heady, brutal elation burst through the Nobek as he bore against that spot.  Lidon shoved his face into the mat and screamed with all his might.  
The Dramok gasped.  He pounded hard and fast, his groin thudding loudly against Lidon’s buttocks.  Lidon writhed, desperate for release.  He’d never wanted to come so bad.  If Tranis would just release his hold on his prick...
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WIP Wednesday – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

Daagiis again added to the story.  “Hanos killed Vendeen’s parents right in front of him when he was only eight years old.  He raised Vendeen as his own son.”
“His heir,” Vendeen spat out. His fingers stilled in her hair.  “He liked me for some reason only his mad mind can conceive of.  I was forced to kill on his behalf.  To hurt people as I had been hurt.  He stole my soul, and every opportunity I’ve had to oppose him has brought it back, a little piece at a time.”
Raven stared at him.  She thought of the horror of such a life, to see one’s own parents killed in cold blood and then forced to live as their murderer’s son.
She couldn’t help but find Vendeen utterly riveting.  His whole tragic persona and the strength he displayed in trying to thwart the pain that would have destroyed so many others.  
Raven swallowed.  She didn’t want to admire Vendeen.  She didn’t want to feel understanding or sympathy for what had happened to him.  Yet she couldn’t drag her gaze from his face.  
Trying to hide the rush of these unwelcome feelings, she said, “Holy shit.  Let me guess ... he’s tried to kill you for turning on him.”
One side of Vendeen’s mouth twisted in a smile.  “Every chance he gets.”
Daagiis tossed his drink back and swallowed with a grimace.  “That is who you are going to protect Vendeen against.  I have been a warrior for many years, and even I can’t do it on my own.”
Raven looked at the two men.  “So what do I need to do first to prepare?”
Vendeen’s gaze sharpened, and alarm coursed through her veins at the calculating smile he gave her.  “We can get to that part soon enough.  For now, I wish to become intimately familiar with you.”
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