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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 8: Alien Caged

As she approached the far cell, the three Kalquorians came into view.  They stayed well back from the field that kept them imprisoned in their small, two-bunk cell.  Contact with the containment didn’t harm, it simply allowed no escape.  The Kalquorians didn’t approach too closely until they were sure Elisa was comfortable in their presence.  They seemed determined to show her they offered no threat.
The three large men bowed to her as she neared, as they always did.  Ever respectful, their faces nevertheless lit with smiles when they saw she came alone.  Elisa returned the smiles.
Captain Dramok Zemos who stood in the middle of his clan said in his wonderfully warm voice, “What a lovely voice you have, Matara Elisa.  Some day I hope to hear you sing.”
Elisa couldn’t help but take in the sight of the handsome Zemos.  Nearing middle age of the Kalquorian lifespan of 250 years, his black hair had the slightest dusting of gray.  His years showed not so much in the few lines of his face, but in the experience that shone in his purple cat-pupil eyes.   Maturity lay in Zemos’ attitude more than in his appearance.  That aura along with a strong jaw were almost at odds with a face that while unabashedly masculine, still tried to enter the realm of endearing.  Zemos couldn’t be called cute, but Elisa had come close to that description more than once in her head.
His well-muscled body, behemoth at what Elisa guessed to be around six-feet-eight, showed no hint of debilitation.  The uniform suit he wore, what the aliens called a formsuit, was black and clung to every curve of his carved body.  Elisa suspected he and his clanmates washed their clothing in the cell’s small basin, because they managed to look fairly clean.  Even Zemos and his Nobek’s boots shined.
Elisa stole a quick glance at the doorway of the guard’s station to make sure Remington hadn’t entered the block yet.  Rattling the cart to cover that she spoke, she told Zemos, “I can’t imagine the comments the guards would make if I was to serenade your meal.”
He rewarded her little joke with a grin.  The sight stabbed into her heart, and Elisa quickly looked away.  She fussed with her limited field disruptor, as if she couldn’t operate the small device’s controls in the dark.  It had only one setting and an ON/OFF button.
No release date set.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

It's a very bad day for Shalia and Eve.  This was a tough one to post.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

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

“Raven, can you hear me?”
It wasn’t some homicidal drunk with a gun.  It was Douglas Bringer, he of the chameleon hair and golden eyes.
Raven could feel the coppery-tasting froth spilling from her mouth as she spoke.  “You’ll have to fill in my sheet for me.  From eleven-fifteen to the present, I was shooting and dying.”
Her voice was little more than a wheeze.  Douglas seemed to hear her anyway.  “Do you want to live?”
Raven wished she had the strength to punch him for asking such a stupid question, especially when there was obviously no hope.  And what was he doing out here anyway?
Pissed off and unable to do anything about it – which pissed her off even more – Raven sighed, “Do I get a swimming pool and maid service?  You idiot.  Shut up and let me die in peace.”
“Listen to me, Raven.  Do you want to live?  It means being indentured to another man, a man who needs your protection.”  Douglas grimaced.  “And even when your contract is up, you’ll still belong to him.  There’s no getting around that, I’m afraid.”
Raven couldn’t make head or tails of what the man was blathering about.  Damn it, she just wanted to close her eyes.  Now that she’d had a glimpse of the void beyond and the delicious lack of pain that went with it, dying didn’t scare her at all.  
Tiredly, she mumbled, “Which of us is having an end of life hallucination?”
“You’re almost out of time.  Do you want to live?”
The bastard is insistent, I’ll give him that, Raven thought.  Then she felt warm drops falling on her face.  She blinked up at Douglas, noting how his expression screwed into such terrible tragedy.  Was he crying over her?
Releasing Autumn 2013

Weird Sex Laws in the U.S.

Enjoy these crazy laws that are still on the books:
In Alabama, sex toys are banned.
In Florida, you may not have sexual relations with a porcupine.  Does that mean someone tried to perform such an act for it to have been made a law?  By the way, you can’t shower in the nude in Florida either.
My fellow Georgia residents, sexual intercourse between unmarried individuals is illegal.  Yep, still on the books.
In Idaho you may not engage in public displays of affection for more than 18 minutes.  Tell me, how did they arrive at that specific length of time?
No oral sex is permitted in Indiana.
Making out in Iowa is limited to five minutes.  I bet the men in that state are fast on the trigger, if you catch my meaning.  ;)
In Minnesota it is illegal for men to have sexual relations with fish.  Ladies, the trout are all yours.
In Mississippi, men may not become sexually aroused in public.  I recommend cock cages.
If you are a member of the Nevada legislature, you cannot wear a penis costume while in session.  Unfortunately, you're still allowed to act like the typical politician douche.
My home state of North Carolina forbids sex in graveyards.  It's also a bad place to receive flowers from someone.  :P
Cincinnati, Ohio bans anal intercourse.
San Antonio, Texas bans flirting.
Only the missionary position is legal in Washington, D.C.  Maybe that's why they make everyone else bend over and take it up the ass...except for Cincinnati, of course.
No sex with animals over 40 pounds in Washington State.  Run Fluffy, run!

Shalia's Diary Book 1 Now Available

It's out!  The first storyline that ran from August - September has been compiled in one book.  You can get your copy at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.  The best part is it's only $0.99.  Enjoy!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption

Conyod’s grin spread over his face, and she saw dark promise in his intent.  She whimpered, her pelvis jerking upward in need.
“Don’t worry, lovely little Ray-Ray,” he said.  “I will take such good care of you.”
His hand still gripped the back of her knee, and he lifted her leg over one of those great, broad shoulders.  Then he grasped her other leg to settle it over the opposite shoulder.  She was wide open now, and his face was right there, so close that she could feel his breath on her nether lips.
“You smell of the seaside during a rainstorm,” Conyod told her.  “It is a most delicious scent, my Ray-Ray.  I am going to taste you, and you are going to let me.”
Rachel jerked a nod.  Oh yes.  She’d definitely allow him to do that.
His lips were parted as he descended down to her trembling flesh.  He spread her open with calloused fingertips.  She had a moment to wonder how a doctor had gotten such rough skin.  Conyod’s eyes closed and his tongue peeked out just before the lower part of his face was lost to sight.
The wet, scratchy flesh spread over her more tender sex.  It slowly lapped up her parted nether lips, intent on catching every drop of her flowing juices.  Rachel groaned from the tips of her toes, which waved in the air over Conyod’s head.  The sound became a wavering cry as the wicked tongue moved up and up, nearing her clit.  The Kalquorian’s mouth closed on that throbbing morsel, and he sucked hard.  Sensation rocketed through her belly and shot up her spine.  She arched against him.
Conyod’s grip slammed her back down to the mat surface.  He kept her pinned flat as he licked and sucked and shoved his tongue into her core, devouring her like a starved animal.  Rachel kicked the air wildly, her fists slamming against the bed’s soft surface as blistering heat built higher and higher.  She was going to come quickly, too quickly if he didn’t stop.
But Conyod showed no inclination of halting his gorgeous assault.  Ignoring her agonized cries, his mouth was demanding, voracious, insistent.  No amount of writhing or pulling at his hair blanketing her lower belly deterred his feeding.  Lips, teeth, and tongue conspired to tie her in ever tightening knots, bringing pleasure so acute it was almost painful.  The soft, gentle intoxication of his bite faded in her massive need for release.
The orgasm was on its way now, stampeding with such force that Rachel was actually fearful it would rip her apart.  She doubled her efforts to escape the brutal ecstasy that closed in on her, but Conyod’s insistent pleasuring would not stop.  His fingers joined in the fray, two pressing deep into her pussy, moving easily in the slickness of copious moisture.  She groaned to feel a part of him inside, plunging in and out of her channel.  Then he found the bit that made every hair on her body stand at attention.   Rachel had a moment to gasp before her world shattered.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

The Academy comes under attack.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

And coming next week:





I will be placing Shalia's Diary Book 1 on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords next week.  If you want the first storyline (August 17 - September 30) for your e-readers, you will be able to get it.  I will announce as it goes live on each distributor.  Thanks for all the love you've shown Shalia!

WIP Wednesday – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

“I protest the circumstances I was brought here under.  I was misled by this man – or whatever Daagiis is – into handing over my freedom in exchange for my life.  Since you are a judge, I expect you to allow me to open an inquiry into the matter.  You will recuse yourself as the determining official in this case, handing it over to someone who can be objective about the matter.”
Raven half expected him to laugh at her.  No, she totally expected him to laugh at her.  Instead, Vendeen set his goblet on the table and crossed one knee over the other.  He folded his hands over his thick, muscled thigh that was shown to just as good advantage as Raven’s.
He gave her a very serious, considering look.  “I see.  May I hear your concerns regarding this case?”
Well, at least she would be able to bitch about the issue, if nothing else.  “Daagiis presented himself to me as a fellow ... Earthling.  In my dimension, just to be clear on that point.  I had no idea I was being vetted for a position of slavery.”
Vendeen held up a hand, cutting her off.  “Let’s cut to the chase, Raven, as any objective judge on this station would.  We don’t do a lot of nitpicky details here; we simply look at the crux of the matter.  To that end, did Daagiis ask you if you would like to pursue justice on this space station?”
Oh shit.  Major problem.  Raven barely kept herself from clenching her fists.  “Yes, but I thought it was a joke!  He knew I didn’t take it seriously.”
“That may be.  Still, what might have been and what is are very specific things.”  Vendeen regarded her with those fathomless black eyes and spoke with cold command.  “You will speak the truth and nothing but the truth.  If you knew then what you know now, including the fact you would be indentured to me, would you have still agreed to come here to save your life?”
Raven’s mouth popped open before she could think the question over.  “Yes.”
Horror slammed in her gut.  She gasped.  “Hey, wait a minute.  How did you make me say that?”
His voice conversational again, Vendeen said, “The collar is connected directly into your brain matrix.  It is programmed to allow Daagiis and myself to command you, and I have ordered you to tell the truth.  You have no choice but to do so.”
She spluttered, “But ... but truth isn’t always black and white.”
He arched an eyebrow.  “For my purposes and in this situation, it is.  Now answer my next question:  would you accept your circumstances as they are to capture and bring to justice this man Wills, known to us as Taambaa, who escaped his due punishment?”
“Yes.”  This time she did clench her fists.  He’d done it to her again.  “Damn it, this isn’t fair!”
Daagiis’ tone was light.  “No one guaranteed it would be.”

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Shalia gets on top.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

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

“Raven.  Can you hear me?”
It wasn’t some homicidal drunk with a gun.  It was Douglas Bringer, he of the chameleon hair and golden eyes.
Raven could feel the coppery-tasting froth spilling from her mouth as she spoke.  “You’ll have to fill in my sheet for me.  From eleven-fifteen to the present, I was shooting and dying.”
Her voice was little more than a wheeze.  Douglas seemed to hear her anyway.  “Do you want to live?”
Raven wished she had the strength to punch him for asking such a stupid question, especially when there was obviously no hope.  And what was he doing out here anyway?
Pissed off and unable to do anything about it – which pissed her off even more – Raven sighed, “Do I get a swimming pool and maid service?  You idiot.  Shut up and let me die in peace.”
“Listen to me, Raven.  Do you want to live?  It means being indentured to another man, a man who needs your protection.”  Douglas grimaced.  “And even when your contract is up, you’ll still belong to him.  There’s no getting around that, I’m afraid.”
Raven couldn’t make head or tails of what the man was blathering about.  Damn it, she just wanted to close her eyes.  Now that she’d had a glimpse of the void beyond and the delicious lack of pain that went with it, dying didn’t scare her at all.  
Tiredly, she mumbled, “Which of us is having an end of life hallucination?”
“You’re almost out of time.  Do you want to live?”
The bastard is insistent, I’ll give him that, Raven thought.  Then she felt warm drops falling on her face.  She blinked up at Douglas, noting how his expression screwed into such terrible tragedy.  Was he crying over her?
Releasing Autumn 2013