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Sunday’s Serving – Nuns of Europa: Sister Katherine (WIP)

Thinking of her girls, especially the smallest ones, brought anger to the fore.  It chased away some of the horror that wanted to make her fall to her knees before this Kalquorian.  Katherine let the fury rise and consume her.  She stood as tall as she could and spat out the foul words that came.
“Spoils?  You claim us?  Including the children? You would attack little girls for your profane sexual pleasures, Nobek Miv?  What cowards are Kalquorians that they would do such a thing?”
Miv’s eyes went perfectly round at her words, and his mouth dropped open.  Katherine waited for the stunned expression to turn to anger.  For his still hovering hands to clench into fists, which he would use to hurt her.
Instead, the Nobek’s expression went horrified.  To Katherine’s surprise, his tone was desperate as he answered her accusations.  “Matara, no.  We would never touch the little ones in such a way.  They are not to be harmed.”  Then his expression did turn mean.  “I would kill any man I saw hurting a child.  I would rip him apart with my bare hands and make him scream until I tore his beating heart from his chest.”
The purple eyes glittered with rage, and Katherine saw fangs appear behind the man’s square teeth.  Miv had gone utterly primitive with the idea of little girls being attacked.
Every hair on Katherine’s body rose at the bestial fury.  She had no doubt the Nobek meant what he said.  He was not going to hurt the children, and he would not countenance such actions from his fellow Kalquorians.
“I believe you,” she whispered.  She put a hand on his shoulder, feeling how he shook with suppressed rage.  “I believe you, Miv.”
Releasing July 2013

June 2013 Update

Nuns of Europa:  Sister Katherine – First draft is done.  I now have two more edits to go, then it’s off to the editor, and last comes the final round of edits.   This means it will be out no sooner than mid-July.
Clans of Kalquor 1:  Alien Embrace (re-edited) – Same song as the last update.  Re-release is dependent on when I get the notice of rights returned from the publisher.  The contract runs out June 30.  My fingers are crossed you’ll see the updated version in July or August.
To Protect and Service:  Ravenous Virtue – At long last, the end is in sight!  The first draft should be finished this coming week...yay!  Do I dare hope to get this out in August?
Shalia’s Diary:  Book 1 which covers the August – September entries is now available for your e-readers at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.  Coming during this month’s posts, the threat to the Academy grows, putting someone close to Shalia in grave danger.

New Year’s Challenges
Start a new book each month:
(January)  Clans of Kalquor 8:  Alien Caged– I’m getting into the swing of writing this one’s first draft.  October should see this one in your paws.
(February)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan, Honor, and Empire – I should be done outlining this in a couple of weeks.  Rajhir, Flencik, and Breft have tossed me more than a few surprises.  Seeing them all so young and somewhat immature has been quite the revelation given how confident they were in Alien Embrace.
(March)  First Mataras:  Michaela – I’m about 3/4 of the way through the outline.  All I can say is that where bitchiness is concerned, Narpok had nothing on Matara Feyom.  Look out, Michaela.
(April)  Clans of Kalquor 9:  Alien Indiscretions– Clan Diltan has their hands full with our heroine Cissy and with major problems confronting the Empire.  The rebellion is about to get a monumental push forward.  I’m a third of the way through this outline
(May)  Clan Beginnings:  Clan and Crown– I’ve just finished plotting this one out.  The first story with Clajak and Egilka looks like it will be full of fun.  The second story, in which Bevau comes into the pair’s life, will be another matter.  It’s going to be hard to write about the accident that killed Clajak’s mother.
(June)  Untitled – This will be part of yet another series (!) related to the Clans of Kalquor.  This group of books will revolve around the rescues of Earthers by Kalquorians immediately following Armageddon.  The first story will be about a young man many wanted to hear more about:  Dramok Sojan, who rescued Rachel Hicks in ‘A Prelude to Redemption’ in Alien Interludes.  I will begin character profiles this month.

The Couch to 5K Running Program:
I’m still waiting on the knee to heal.  Meanwhile, I’ve kept up on walking and the stationary cycling.  I’m up to 29 pounds lost.  A big boon to my little fitness kick has been an online tool called ‘Fitbit’.  I use the Zip pedometer they sell that links to their website to help me keep track of what I’m eating versus the calories I burn.  You can check it out at http://www.fitbit.com/home.  It’s a great motivator.  Master St. John has dropped over 50 pounds using this resource. 
That’s it for now, folks.  Take care, all!

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

The feeling of Ospar’s hand cupping her mound and gently rubbing along her slit shut Iris’ brain off immediately.  The assured touch, moving the soaked crotch of her panties all over her sensitive parts, made everything spasm hard, stealing her breath.  She arched hard into his grip.
“There we go, sweet Iris,” he breathed, watching her with dark, dark eyes.  “Very nice, little one.”
She moaned, her gut suddenly heavy with demand.  Ospar bent lower until his mouth met hers.  His tongue slid across her lips, and she opened for his kiss.  His tongue plunged in to stroke hers, tasting of feral male and blatant desire.
Iris knew no conscious thoughts as the searing kiss burned a fiery path from her mouth down to her pussy.  Her hips writhed to get more of that delicious contact with Ospar’s hand.  Her feet climbed up to the surface of the bed, bracing against it so she could move harder against the Dramok’s touch.  Her hands moved all over him, feeding on the granite muscles that covered his body.
He ended the kiss, his mouth traveling down.  Teeth scraped her chin and she raised it, baring her throat to the heated feeling of dominating male.  A soft sound trickled from Ospar’s throat, something between a purr and a growl.  He bit softly down the column of her throat, never hurting Iris, simply letting her feel the restrained power of his ability to do as he wished with her.  His tongue dove into the hollow of her throat, tasting her.
The hand not delighting her lower parts grasped the cup of her bra.  Ospar bared one breast, kissing his way down to the soft curve.  Iris’ nipple was already tight with excitement, pointing stiffly with unabashed desire.  The Kalquorian sighed softly at the sight of  the rosy tip.  His tongue flicked it hard.
Iris cried out and arched against him once more.  The brief lick somehow felt as if it had landed directly on her clit instead.
“So sensitive,” someone said.  Iris wasn’t sure who the voice belonged to.  All she knew was the rioting insistence of her flesh and how wondrous it felt to have a man touching her again after all this time.
Ospar licked her nipple again, slow languorous tastings, like a little boy with an ice cream cone.  The rough silk of his tongue galvanized Iris, sending her entire body into a paroxysm of desire.   Meanwhile, he tugged the crotch of her panties to one side, baring her secret flesh for exploration.  The calloused pads of his fingertips traced her folds.  Iris made a choked sound as a shard of bright rapture stabbed into her belly.  The questing fingers investigated every crevice, smearing her juices all over.
Ospar sucked her breast deep into his mouth.  At the same time, his thumb brushed her clitoris.  A shock of brightness appeared for an instant, nearly blinding her before the touch moved away.  Her strangled cry seemed to echo.
“Poor girl,” a voice like muted thunder murmured.  “She very nearly climaxed, I think.”
“Too much need,” a silkier voice answered.  “We will have to take great care of her.”
Iris jerked, desperate to get that elusive touch back on her clit, to release the phenomenal pressure building in her loins.  She made a guttural, pleading sound to the man now baring her other breast.
His gaze was knowing as he licked the second, erect nipple.  “I know, sweetling.  A little preparation, and you’ll have all the pleasure you want.”
Something settled against the entrance to her pussy.  Iris spread her legs a little, inviting it in, needing it to take away some of that awful need.
The thick finger pressed in.  Eased by the fluids flowing from her, it slipped easily into her.  Iris warbled a welcome, delighted to be filled if even just a little.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

An unlikely dinner companion.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday – Nuns of Europa: Sister Katherine

Simdow entered the colony’s dining room.  His eyes widened to see the women clustered together in tight knots.
He’d seen females, of course.  The barren Matara who had unofficially adopted him as her own had been the sole example of women of his own species, but there had been plenty of the feminine gender to be had on Dantovonian brothels.  All alien species except Kalquorian and Earther had been available for myriad carnal delights.  Yet these women he looked at now were so similar to his own race.  Shorter, smaller, of many differing colors, but still remarkably like him.
His gaze swept over the dozens of frightened faces turned to him, but he couldn’t seem to locate the pretty blonde Vadef had sent him a picture of.  He did see Miv watching him.  His Nobek’s face showed unmistakable relief, his tight jaw easing as he nodded to his clan leader.
With Vadef at his side, Simdow walked over to Miv.  The other guards he passed issued slight bows as he passed, acknowledging his rank.  He gave brief nods in return.
He looked up at Miv, who stood a good five inches taller than himself.  “My Nobek.  It seems you have the best duty of them all, guarding these pretties.”
Simdow’s address to him as a clanmate rather than a lower-ranking crewmember allowed Miv to respond informally.  The Nobek grimaced.  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”  
The Dramok cocked his head.  He rarely saw Miv look upset.  The expression on his face was fierce, as usual, but there was definitely unhappiness in his eyes and the tight set of his mouth.
Restraining the urge to put a comforting hand on Miv’s shoulder, Simdow asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“They’re frightened, my Dramok.  They cry.  They call us monsters.”
Vadef’s face paled.  “But it’s been explained they’ll be taken care of, hasn’t it?  That we won’t hurt them?”
Miv snapped a sharp nod.  “As best we can manage, but they don’t wish to hear it.”
Simdow’s excitement faded quickly.  “They are prisoners who are being taken from the lives they know.  We should have expected this.”  He could have punched his own head.
Vadef bit his lip.  “Oh no.  What of the one we’ve chosen?  Kather-Ine?”
Miv blinked.  “She said her name was Sisterkatherine.”
“Katherine.  Like you said, Simdow.”  Vadef hurried to explain.  “‘Sister’ is her rank, my Nobek.  She’s a kind of religious leader among the women, if I understand it correctly.  Third in command.  The one called Mother Superior is the ultimate authority at this colony.” 
“Oh.”
Simdow was more interested in Miv’s earlier statement.  “She spoke to you?  You’ve talked to her directly?”
Miv nodded.  “She has many questions.  I don’t know how to make her understand she’s safe with us.”  He blew out a frustrated breath.  “I’ve left her alone since she first approached me, because I’m afraid I can’t explain the situation well enough to make her feel better.  I’m sorry, my Dramok.”
Simdow gave him a half-smile.  “You’ve done fine.  There’s probably very little anyone could say to any of them to ease their fears right now.  Who’s in charge here?”
Miv nodded to a Nobek lieutenant who stood a few feet away.  The other man watched them and nodded respect at Simdow’s notice.
He said, “I’ve already received word Nobek Miv is off duty upon your arrival to attend his Matara, Commander.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant.”  Simdow turned back to his clanmates.  “Well, my Nobek and Imdiko, let’s see what we can do to give Matara Katherine a sense of relief.  Miv, which one—?”
“She’s in the center of that group.”  Miv nodded at the largest cluster of white-gowned women who stared and whispered in fearful voices as they realized they were the center of the trio’s attention.
At last Simdow saw her.  That tiny face surrounded by foaming golden curls was just as afraid as the rest, but unlike those surrounding her, Katherine displayed determination.  A sense of fight.  By the ancestors, she was magnificent, and Simdow swallowed.  Was this beauty really to be his?
Releasing July 2013

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Another attack on the Academy.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Sunday’s Serving – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged (WIP)

Elisa activated it so that a window in the containment field opened just enough for her to slide the covered plates of food into the cell one at a time.  She clipped the disruptor onto her belt and pushed the first tray through the opening.
As always, Nobek Oret stepped forward to take the food from her.  “Good day, Matara Elisa,” he said in a low, growly voice that might have come from the mouth of a wolf capable of speech.
He must have known how intimidating he looked, because he came just close enough to the containment barrier to stretch one long arm out and accept the plate she offered.  Oret was younger than Zemos by one year and his long curly hair retained all of its blue-black color without the slightest sign of gray.  Yet he looked harder and more careworn than his Dramok.  Elisa could never call such a creature ‘cute’, indeed she did not think him precisely handsome either.  However, his feral face with its stark features and intense demeanor was riveting.  As long as one appreciated the perfection of creatures such as sharks or rearing cobras, such a person might deem Oret a beautiful predator.
If Zemos’ body was chiseled, then Oret’s had been carved, sculpted, and polished within an inch of its life.  Veins stood out on his arms, exposed by the sleeveless formsuit he wore.  He looked capable of breaking steel beams in half with nothing but brute force.  His skintight uniform left nothing unimagined.
Oret was fearsomeness personified.  Yet, like a mouse hypnotized by the stare of a deadly cobra, Elisa found him riveting as well.  She was drawn to this walking, talking icon of destruction.
Release date not set.

Sex Trivia

The word “clitoris” is Greek for “divine and goddess like.” The clitoris is present only in female mammals. It is actually approximately 4 inches long, with 3/4 of the clitoris extending inside a female’s body. (The so-called ‘G’ spot)
For most men, the left testicle hangs lower—but in some men, most commonly left-handed men, the right one hangs lower.
Married people are more likely to masturbate than people living alone, according to the National Health and Social Life Survey (NHSLS).
The condom is said to be named after the Earl of Condom, a British physician at the court of Charles II who was asked by the king to design him something to keep him from developing syphilis. The oiled sheep intestine was a big hit.
The average number of times a healthy male will ejaculate in a lifetime is 7,200. Of this number, approximately 2,000 times will result from masturbation.
Leonardo da Vinci discovered that blood filled an erect penis—not air, as had been previously believed.
President Lyndon B. Johnson referred to his penis as 'Jumbo'.
Approximately 80 cases have been reported in medical literature of men born with two penises. A diphallus can present as either one organ that separates into two or as two distinct organs. The penises can be side by side, on top of each other, or in separate locations. Most men with diphallus are sterile.
When men of Australia’s Walibri tribe greet each other, they shake penises instead of hands.
To maximize oral sex, it is worth paying attention to what food you eat. Foods such as kiwi, celery, and pineapple can make genital secretion sweet. Dairy products, meat, and alcohol are generally thought to worsen the taste.
Upper Paleolithic art dating back 30,000 years depicts people using dildos to pleasure themselves and others. That means mankind invented sex toys long before the wheel.
The average man has 11 erections per day and 9 erections a night.
Contrary to popular opinion, the word “fuck” is not an acronym for the phrase “Fornication Under Command of the King.” It is a very old word that is hard to trace because the editors of the initial Oxford English Dictionary considered the word taboo in 1893. It may have a Scandinavian origin, similar to the Norwegian wordfukka, meaning to “copulate,” or the Swedish foka, meaning “to copulate, strike, push,” or fock, meaning "penis".
The US has more laws governing sexual behavior than every country in Europe combined.
It was considered elegant for aristocratic ladies of the 16th century to let their pubic hair grow as long as possible so it could be pomaded and adorned with bows and ribbon.
In Guam it’s forbidden for female virgins to marry. For this reason, some men travel the countryside deflowering virgins as a full-time job.
The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television was Fred and Wilma Flintstone.
Dr. Kellogg introduced Kellogg's Corn Flakes in hopes that it would reduce masturbation.
25% of heterosexual Americans have engaged in anal sex.
The average time that a man lasts after penetration is two minutes.
Most Female Orgasms on record: 134 in one hour for a woman.
About 50% of women have one breast that is larger than the other.
The earth could be re-populated to its current level using the number of sperm that could fit into an aspirin capsule.
A chicken egg could accommodate the number of female ova necessary to repopulate the earth to its present numbers.
Almost a third of all women over 80 years of age still have sex with their spouse or boyfriend.
Women consider penis size the ninth most important feature for a man, while men rate it much more highly, in third place.
A penis can shoot semen anywhere from 12 to 24 inches.
Australians are the most receptive to the idea of having a threesome – 28% of them claim to have tried it. 
For up to 70% of women, simultaneous direct stimulation of the clitoris during intercourse is essential for them to reach orgasm.

Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font

Naya had never felt anything so glorious in her short life.  The vampire’s mouth latched on her, feeding from her, making everything hazy and dreamlike.  His body was heavy on hers, solid contact with his strength.  And that sensation of being filled with another over and over, bringing things alight, making her lower body clench in growing pleasure, was beyond amazing.  The brief flash of pain as he’d breached her virgin barrier was already forgotten in this swirl of gut-wrenching bliss.
As the dark, beautiful fiend thrust deeply into her, she let her fingertips drift over his ribcage, up to his shoulders, feeling the wiry muscle beneath his shirt.  She wished he was as naked as she so that she could experience his skin against hers.  It was the only thing lacking in this unexpected attack.   She wasn’t sure what had made her open in invitation to him.  He hadn’t commanded it.  He’d initially seemed content with simply touching her with his hands.  But something about the eagerness in his eyes, the feeling of him straining his clothes in want of her, and the melting exploration of his fingers on her had dashed sensible fear away.  The deep craving drove her to make her wordless plea for his invasion.
Naya had dreaded lying with a man, having only seen the deprivations of Heriolf’s vampires when they raped and consumed their victims.  But this … this was an ecstasy of the body to be joined with another.  That her attacker had expressed contrition for his overwhelming lust and the stealing of her maidenhead let her know he was not the brute she was used to seeing.
The friction of his flesh plying hers incited not just that heavy feeling of growing brightness, but also small, quick darts of pure stomach-twisting delight.  Her hips were moving against his now, forcing him in deeper, as deep as he could plunge.  She made little sounds of breathless encouragement as his glamour faded and she could vocalize again.
Naya didn’t call for help.  She knew she was being stupid.  This vampire had forced himself on her, had drank of her blood, was even now still licking the wounds he’d made with the slow satisfaction of a cat tasting a few drops of cream.  But inside, she was winding up tight, her guts coiling in on themselves as pleasure grew larger and larger, so large she didn’t know how she could contain it in her slender form.  And the vampire who made her feel so good was drumming faster than ever against her, breathless moans emitting from his lips stained red with her blood.
A shivering spasm seized her where their bodies met, and Naya gasped.  Another miniature explosion rocketed from her sex up her spine.  She made a high, warbling sound, and the vampire answered her with a groan.  The look on his strong jawed face hovering above hers was euphoric and tense all at the same time.  He was perhaps the most handsome man she’d ever seen, especially with that expression of need on the brink of realization etched on his well-formed features.
Another jagged bolt from her nether parts, and then something mighty and huge ballooned all at once within her.  Naya’s mouth opened wide with the force of it, but the sensation’s monstrous proportions choked off the cry she strained to make.  Then it broke open, spilling blinding whiteness and excruciating rapture all over.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

Dealing with the latest situation.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/