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Friday Fiver Challenge

Do you know your Kalquor? Identify a character from the five clues listed below:

1. Either my best friend just showed up or the trash needs to be taken out.

2. Don't mess with me or my friend. I'll cut you.

3. I know things that could save the empire. Let me tell you my secrets...well, some of them.

4. Don't treat me like I have the plague.

5. I make some guys happy. I make some guys sick. Sometimes, I manage both.

Who am I?

TBT: Righteous Fury

Desire filled her with stomach-clenching force. She shoved her sweatpants down, not caring about Laaruu standing there, not caring because what was about to happen would be far worse than him staring at her cunt. She had to get that button-bug thing off her before—
Too late. Climax stampeded through her, setting her entire body alight. She came, curled into a ball at Laaruu’s feet as incredible spasms pulsed. Her pussy clenched over and over, and she shuddered with unspeakable bliss.
She was vaguely aware of Laaruu speaking, but his words were incomprehensible. The effect was immediate, however. The button-bug continued to clasp her clit, but the violent arousal ebbed. Her pussy gave half a dozen more surges before quieting.
From far above, Laaruu’s deep voice descended. “You have had your first lesson in belonging to me. As you felt, the rewards of doing as you’re told can be great. The punishments for disobedience, however…they are just as intense. Feel free to invite either. I enjoy doling out both.”

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WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Maryam

The ill-suited clan


“I’m going to my own quarters. You have a lot to discuss with your clan.”                At last, Briel’s haughty control wavered. “But—”                 “You said it would be fine.” Maryam addressed Kels, since as the clan leader, he spoke for the rest. “It will be fine? You’ll handle this with the understanding she’s young and, um, energetic?”                Immature and irresponsible were more like it, though Briel had a good heart. That was why Maryam had agreed to be present when her clan showed up, to help blunt the immediate anger the men must feel for their runaway bride. With the situation as good as it would get under the circumstances, Maryam was ready to let them figure their situation out. Without her.                As she stood, she noted the interested gaze Kels leveled on her. “I don’t know what my Matara has told you about us, but we have gone out of our way to be understanding of her energy.”                “That’s exactly what she told me. In fact, she’s been complimentary of the patience of her much older clanmates toward her attempts to gather more life experience. I commend your tolerance for youthful drives.”                With that not-so-subtle hint of her regard for men who married—or clanned, as it was with the Kalquorians—a woman decades younger than themselves, Maryam winked at Briel. “Make sure to say goodbye properly before you leave. I’ve been working on a special present for the baby.”
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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues that point to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you name this person?

1. I suspect you need to be patted down. Assume the position, please.

2. I don't mind if you resist. I enjoy little fighters.

3. Hunting, brothels, killing Tragooms...the perfect vacation.

4. Clanmates who spend too much, spill everything, and run away from me. I wouldn't trade any of them for all the world.

5. I love a woman who blows the heads off her enemies.

Who am I?

TBT: Ravenous Virtue

A traffic stop gone wrong.


Raven stopped cold.  The man wasn’t getting into the truck, he was reaching in.  She immediately abandoned the taser and reached on her right hip for her firearm.  As it cleared the holster, the man straightened, coming out of the truck cab.  With a shotgun.
“Put it down!  Put it down now!” she screamed.
The shotgun’s barrel was still coming up, still on its way to sighting on her when she had hers ready to fire.  She squeezed the trigger, but the man was standing sideways to her.  He jerked as she shot him in the shoulder.
His face suffused not with pain, but with rage.  It was not a surprising reaction given he might be psychologically impaired, drunk, high, or all of the above.  
Back at the academy when Raven had trained to become a ranger, she and her fellow students had been shown dash cam footage of officers caught in similar situations.  They’d been warned how such people might not react to injury, including being shot.  It was real life, not Hollywood.  Single gunshots rarely killed and often did not incapacitate attackers.
This was the first time Raven had seen it in person, however.  Even footage from real life altercations held none of the immediacy of being in the middle of the situation.  She lost precious seconds gaping at the man when he didn’t go down.
Instead he screamed, “Fucking cunt!  You can’t shoot me!  I’ll kill you, bitch!”
Training kicked in and Raven moved back, hurrying to get behind her truck.  She shot again, but she was in the grip of tunnel vision, only seeing the black hole of the barrel sighted on her.  She shot at that instead of at the man who was now running towards her, bringing that deadly maw closer and closer.
A spark of fire emitted from that immense cavern.  An instant later something kicked Raven in the center of her chest, knocking her backwards.  There was a thunderous blast that echoed all around.  It was followed by a horrible, high-pitched scream splitting the air, the screech of a terrified rabbit facing a coyote.  It came from her own throat, shredding the tissues as unspeakable agony burst through the center of her body.


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WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Maryam

Maryam jumped with a little shriek when the door to Briel’s quarters on the station’s guest level suddenly whooshed open and the three huge men burst inside the room, their expressions thunderous.              Beside her, Briel uttered a startled noise too, but she recovered quickly. “Hello, my clan. You didn’t waste any time getting here.” She smoothed the long skirt of the flowing gown she wore, as if unconcerned now that the surprise was over. Maryam marveled at the acting job—seconds before, Briel had been jittery with nerves, pacing her well-appointed guest room until Maryam insisted she sit down.              The man in the middle stepped forward, angling his large frame between two luxuriously upholstered bench seats. He regarded Briel, his jaw set. “Of course we hurried to find you! Our pregnant Matara runs away—”               “I didn’t run away. I’m having a last fling of freedom before the baby arrives. Now lower your voice. Don’t give my friend Maryam the wrong idea about Kalquorians. Earthers thinks we’re awful enough without that.”              The speaker had to be Dramok Kels, the head of Briel’s clan. Briel had described him to a tee, from the blue-black hair that spread in waves over his wide shoulders, to the ruggedly handsome features that hair framed. He wore what was referred to as a formsuit, a body-hugging one-piece uniform that molded to his chiseled form. A belt wrapped around his waist. He and the man to his left wore percussion blasters.              Maryam had to remind herself to not look too closely and not because they were armed with weapons. They showed no indication they would threaten her, even while they appeared pretty irritated. No, her traitorous gaze wanted to revel in how well the black clothing hugged the men’s muscled frames, though as an Earther female, she knew the dangers of doing such.
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Monday Motivation

Be your flawsome selves!

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues revealing a Kalquor universe character. Can you guess who this is?

1. Don't call me boy.

2. I have a thing for big jerks with nice butts.

3. Engineers are the hottest--they give good brain.

4. Hands off my sister, holy man.

5. I don't mind ordering around my Dramok--or taking orders from my other clanmates.

Who am I?

TBT: Not of This World

A question of interstellar etiquette...


“Hey! Watch it, Mister Touchy-Feely,” Jeannie said, covering her breasts with her hands, ignoring how they tingled from his touch. “Those are off-limits.”
He stared at her, his expression confused and a little irritated. Kren threw his hands out wide, as if to say, what’s your problem?
Jeannie wondered how he could not understand about touching a woman’s chest when the sanctity of her pussy hadn’t been in question. Hadn’t he ever had to deal with boobies before? Didn’t the women of Risnar nurse their children? Did the men of this planet go around grabbing ta-tas as whim dictated?
Fine. The man wanted to touch stuff. Jeannie decided two could play at that game. Or at least she could try since Kren had no stuff to speak of. Still, she might be able to get her point across.
When on Risnar, do as the Risnarish do, Jeannie decided.

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