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Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues related to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you guess who it is?

1. I have the best Imdiko anyone can ask for. Okay, my Dramok isn't so bad either...but don't tell him I said that.

2. Speaking of my Dramok, I do what he wishes. When I feel like it.

3. My fort was destroyed by the cutest traitor imaginable.

4. I will defend my pie to the death, as well as the amazing person who made it.

5. I run with bombs, not scissors.

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Caged

Miragin’s hand had tightened on her shoulder.  “A kiss as a crime?” he whispered.  When Elisa looked at him, his expression was filled with pain. 
A huge, dark figure came to stand over them.  Oret’s fists were clenched and his voice came out shaking.  “Please make her stop talking.  There is no one here for me to punch.”
Zemos’ grave expression lifted as he considered Elisa.  A tight smile curled his mouth, making him look excitingly wicked. 
He told them all, “I will gladly quiet her words.  We all will.  Let her body speak to us instead, since there is no one left to harm her for such things.”
The Dramok kissed her again.  It was not as tender as his first kiss had been.  Instead of quiet coaxing, his mouth took Elisa’s in absolute demand.  His hand cupped the back of her head, giving her no way to escape.
Her brain seared clean of all thought.  Even when Zemos pressed her down and to one side so that she lay with her head pillowed on Miragin’s thigh, there was no thought.  The mouth on hers, plundering without restraint, the hand that slipped between their bodies to cup her breast, the pair of hands that slid up her inner thighs ... the sensations filled her with need and blasted away lucidity.
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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues about a character in the Kalquorian universe. Can you name this person?

1. I suppose you could consider me "one of the boys", but I'm not.

2. I take swinging my hips to a whole new level.

3. My second language is profanity.

4. I don't play hard to get. I mean that shit.

5. I love long garden walks, pausing to appreciate the flowers (and those I'm with).

Who am I?

TBT: Clan and Conscience

Let's play a game...


“You want to bet on the contest?”
“It’s more fun when something’s on the line. Go on, Nobek Jol. If you win, what do you want from me? Besides my head removed from my shoulders?”
Jol snickered and considered. After a few seconds he declared, “A case of last year’s leshella from the Lisidian Valley.”
Ospar grinned in appreciation. “My, my, what good taste you have.”
“What of you?” Jol challenged. “I will remind you that I don’t possess a sizeable pocketbook. You’ll have to be inventive when it comes to your prize.”
“We don’t pay you well?” Ospar couldn’t help but tease. 
“I have no complaints. Even from your ivory tower, you must know a security guard’s wages won’t cover the price of fine Plasian vintages.” 
Ospar chuckled. He pretended to consider what he’d take as his winnings, though he’d chosen before they’d sat down to eat and play. “Hmm, what would I like from you?”
“Anything but demanding I quit my assignment.”
“After today’s demonstration of selfless honor and duty, I’d never consider such a thing,” Ospar assured him. “Ah! I’ve got it. If I win, you’ll allow me to return the favor of last night.”
Jol flushed and dropped his gaze for an instant. Guilt filled his expression. Though his attack on Ospar had been warranted, it was nice to know he felt some remorse for his momentary animalistic turn.
Perhaps he even wanted to make up for it, because he said with perfect equanimity, “I assume you would be on top this time?”
“You would be correct.” Ospar’s cocks gave an eager throb at the idea. It was his turn to flush, remembering how he’d responded to being on the bottom. 
“Fair enough.” Jol’s agreement came without hesitation. Ospar set aside the humiliation, delighted his ruse was working thus far.
They set up the match and Ospar focused on winning. A supposed-revenge fuck wasn’t the only thing on his mind, however. He hoped the convivial atmosphere of playing would give him the opportunity to draw Jol out. He owed the Nobek his life. The more he understood about his bodyguard, the more he could do to repay the debt.

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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

It's that time again. Here are five clues pointing to a Kalquorian universe character. Can you guess who it is?

1. Older doesn't necessarily mean experienced...but I'm happy to learn.

2. I won't sing for my supper, but I'll sing and bring you supper.

3. I prefer to sneak around the back halls.

4. Travel the universe! Meet aliens! Get caught in an uprising! Find the men of your dreams!

5. I know the way to a man's heart and am happy to use it.

Who am I?

TBT: Alien Refuge

“Nothing happens that you don’t want,” he said, his voice softly raspy.  “Tell me what you want, Iris.”
She didn’t even have to think about it.  “Hold me.  Kiss me.”
His pupils widened.  A strong band of steel circled her waist, pulling Iris close to the man sitting next to her.  As if in a dream, Ospar’s handsome face drifted down to hers.  She closed her eyes.  The softest of touches caressed her lips, a slow sliding of the Kalquorian’s mouth against hers.  It closed around first her lower lip, then the upper, as if testing the softness.  Then it settled firmly over her mouth.  She felt the hardness of his teeth through the kiss.
Iris sighed, her lips parting beneath Ospar’s.  He took the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue between them, a careful tasting.  Iris opened her mouth more, inviting him in.  He accepted the invitation, his warm tongue reaching in to stroke hers, soft and slow.
It was as gently raspy as his voice, like rough velvet rubbed in the wrong direction.  Ospar’s flavor was salty musk.  Somehow primitive, with an undercurrent that Iris could only have described as masculine.  Tasting him made her chilled insides heat suddenly.  She moaned.
Ospar responded to the sound with a moan of his own.  He held her tighter still, and his tongue fondled hers with greater force.  The kiss became more demanding, as if the taste he’d gotten of her had awoken a ravenous appetite.  He plundered her mouth with desire.  She arched against him, a thrill of pure want chasing from her sex to her spine, up to her skull, and back down again.
Hands plucked at her clothing.  Too many hands, reminding Iris she and the Dramok were not alone.  But Ospar was still kissing her, the searing heat of which burned away any thoughts save the ones that she needed to be closer to him, to feel his flesh against hers.  Even the moments when they were forced to part so that her sweater and blouse could be lifted over her head couldn’t calm the storm of desperate want.  The instant she was freed of those pieces of clothing, his mouth found hers again, kissing her every conscious thought away.
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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues about a Kalquorian universe character. Can you name this person?

1. I might be a bit crispy around the edges, but you prefer your men hot, right?

2. I like long walks in the woods. Running to save a woman and child, not so much.

3. I was coerced to clan because of my parents' crimes. Good thing my clanmates are decent guys.

4. I have the worst in-laws anyone could imagine. I wish they would stop inviting themselves over.

5. Isolation is one thing, but being a prisoner in my own home is ridiculous.

Who am I?