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WIP Wednesday - Righteous Fury

              The Paatiin’s tone dripped with revulsion. “Did you think I expected you to obey me? You are a fool to think so badly of me. And I’m a fool to have thought you had any real fight left in you. You call that an attack? It was the most pathetic display I’ve seen.”              Kimi huddled, ashamed and miserable. She’d once been a badass, capable of beating men twice her weight. Several times her strength. She’d defended herself dozens of times against people determined to hurt her. She’d always won out.              She didn’t have to be told Laaruu had barely needed to try to fend her off. To put her in this humiliating position. He’d called her pathetic, but that didn’t come close to what she’d become. She was contemptable. Laughable. Absurd.              The bad news kept coming, adding to her emotional misery. Still gazing at her with contempt, Laaruu said, “Despite your many failings, I am most happy to demonstrate the error of your ways.” His next words were delivered in his language, and Kimi cried out before the button switched on.              It was the pleasure setting, which in this instance, was almost as bad as being given pain. It felt wrong at a basic level to be writhing on the floor at Laaruu’s feet, brought to the edge of climax and left to beg for release.              Instead, Laaruu untied her, moving so fast that he seemed a blur. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her crawling across the floor to her bed. There he sat and pulled her up on his lap, draping her across his legs, her ass up and ready for punishment. Which he delivered, wearing her ass out with his hard palm, bringing torment that somehow twisted itself into added excitement. Her pussy convulsed, trying to come despite her humiliation and hurt.               To finish her mortification, he made her climax at the end of it all. She lay across his legs, moaning and crying out as exaltation billowed through her body. She should have been too ashamed to orgasm, but she did. She orgasmed hard.
Releasing March 2019 (subject to change).

Happy New Year!

Monday Motivation

2018 could have been a better year.

Beginning in July, a series of health problems occurred that left me wondering when the sun would rise. Illness and injuries piled up at once, leaving me exhausted, gaining weight, and miserable overall. It's not been a great time lately.

My family is the sort that you never hear from them unless the worst is happening. I'm the opposite...except for the handful of people closest to me, I don't talk about the bad until it is in the process of passing me by. I'm still tired, still hurting, still putting on the pounds (thanks to the meds I have to take now), but the overall prognosis isn't bad. I'm slowly finding my footing once more, so the worst is over. I'm getting better. The sun is rising, and the dark night is beginning to pass.

It always does. I keep this knowledge firmly in mind when things take a dive. Life is a cycle; we have good times and bad in turns. Understanding that the bad won't last forever keeps me moving ahead. I wait out the night and look for the first signs of the morning light. As always, the sky is brightening once more.

I hope when things are blackest for you, you can also remember that the morning is coming. You may not see any hint of it, but it is on its way. Hang in there.

Friday Fiver Challenge

Five sentences from the fifth chapter of a Kalquorian universe book. Can you name it?


“It is too early to go into that part of my life.”
He got a shrug for his stubbornness.  “Then I’m not making a request.  We’re having dinner with my parents tomorrow night.  Shut up and deal with it.”

TBT: Alien Hostage

There's an alien in my shower...


Wekniz rushed the woman and child into the house. He knew he had no more than seconds to get them hidden somewhere. There was one secret safe room in the home, but it was crammed full of valuable belongings. There wasn’t enough time to put the princess and her cousin in there and not leave a mess for Ket and his band of soldiers to find. They’d figure out pretty quick where the pair were hiding.
As he ran down the home’s main hall, Wekniz heard the sound of a shower running. An insane idea hit, but it was all he had. “In here,” he shouted to the winded woman staggering behind him as he veered into the clan’s sleeping room.
He hurried to the adjoining lavatory, where the running shower had filled the room with steam. The low lighting gave it a dreamlike quality, but Wekniz was in the middle of a nightmare right now. Without warning, he flung the stall door open. Nur looked over his shoulder at him, not immediately realizing they had company.
“Hey. What – wait – shit!”
The Imdiko spluttered and grabbed a washcloth to cover his nakedness as Wekniz shoved the wide-eyed Noelle inside. Then the Nobek grabbed the woman and pushed her into the stall too. She and Nur both yelled their surprise. The woman grabbed the princess and covered her eyes even though Nur did a good job of hiding his attributes.
Wekniz shouted to be heard over them. “Ket and his men are coming! They’re looking for the princess, so keep quiet!”
He slammed the door on the astonished trio. Damn it, it wasn’t going to be enough, not with the females’ scents hanging in the air. 
Wekniz looked around and spied a spritzer of Nur’s cologne. He grabbed it and started spraying wildly.
The shower door opened and Nur’s head popped out. He stared at Wekniz as the Nobek bombarded the room with fragrance.
“Hey! That’s my most expensive—” 
“Stay in there!” Wekniz yelled. He palmed Nur’s face and shoved him back into the stall, slamming the door shut behind him.

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WIP Wednesday - Righteous Fury

His high-handed attitude infuriated her. She’d said she’d be his slave, but as far as she was concerned, they still had yet to establish all the parameters of the agreement. She had every intention of going to Laaruu’s dimension with him, but only to locate Raven and rescue her.               She also had the added mission of getting the kidnapped women of her world safely home. Laaruu’s disinterest in their fate didn’t sit well with Kimi. It was another strike against him, and one she would take great delight in correcting.              Pretending to submissively do as he told her, Kimi pulled her shoe laces loose and toed her shoes off. Socks, sweatpants, and shirt followed. She made the movements slow and enticing, wanting the Paatiin distracted by lust. His wide eyes and tented pants crotch informed her that he was indeed enjoying the show.               Down to her bra and underwear, Kimi grinned saucily. She sauntered close to Laaruu, reaching behind her back as if to unhook her bra. With Laaruu’s gaze locked on her chest and only inches away, she struck.              Her knee flashed upward, driving towards his avid groin. He reacted, deflecting the blow by twisting to one side so that she caught his thigh instead. Though it wasn’t the disarming hit she’d hoped for, Kimi felt a flash of delight to see him wince and hear a grunt escape him. She pressed her advantage, attacking hard and fast.              Kimi enjoyed the upper hand for all of perhaps five seconds. She was out of shape. She was weak. She was slow. Laaruu was none of those things. It was humiliating how easily he took her down, using moves Kimi would have thwarted only months ago. It demonstrated better than anything how far she’d fallen.
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Monday Motivation

Friday Fiver Challenge

Here are five sentences from the fifth chapter of a Kalquorian universe book. Do you know the title?


"I got caught for indecent behavior only once. My father used his connections to get me out of trouble.” 
“You’re a lucky girl,” the Nobek observed. “We’ve heard stories of how extreme the punishments could be for your people for supposedly lewd actions.”
She shrugged.

TBT: Alien Indiscretions

You never get a second chance to make a first impression.


He was fabulous to look at. The tall Kalquorian was almost as ridiculously handsome as Emperor Bevau. Despite her impatience with the tedium, Cissy couldn’t help but admire the councilman. His bone structure was model perfect while still masculine. His hair was a little shorter than the norm for Kalquorian men, barely brushing his shoulders. He wore it swept back from that flawless visage. His smile showed straight white teeth that gleamed from his bronze god face. The slight creases at the corners of his purple eyes added character rather than detracting from his looks.
As he straightened from his bow, his silky robe settled about his body. The loose folds did nothing to hide that his frame was as perfectly made as his face. Cissy liked that she only got a hint of the muscular beauty concealed within the robes rather than a blatant look at the package. Sometimes a tease was more alluring than getting to see everything.
The delicious morsel before her was a good way to end this whole ridiculous formal mess. Her return smile to the Kalquorian councilman was close to sincere.
She thought, one last quick hello, thank you, and goodbye. Then maybe I can finally get the hell out of here. Maybe I can get this one to go with me. Welcome to Kalquor with a bang.
The man spoke, his deep voice delivering yet another version of the same thing Cissy had heard for what she thought must be the thousandth time. “Matara Cecilia, welcome to Kalquor. I am Councilman Dramok Diltan. We are most delighted that more of our beloved empress’ family has been found.”
It was a voice made for speeches, beautifully modulated, deep without sounding thunderous, spoken with an air of the educated man. It tickled Cissy’s eardrums, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Cissy wanted to hear that voice say dirty words while he did dirty things to her.
Forget it. He’s too damned handsome. I know the type. This Diltan knows he’s hot and probably uses it to get whatever he wants. I bet I’d see the arrogance within one minute of conversation.
Deep down, Cissy knew she was intimidated by the gorgeous creature in front of her. More than ever, she regretted her casual outfit of jeans and tee shirt. The rest of her clothing had been too wild to greet her family and dignitaries in, however. Cissy had shaken off Earth’s repression with a vengeance in the last few months. Tasha had once called her Miss Cleavage, and not in a joking manner.
So she’d gone a little wild lately. The outfits she owned that weren’t tomboyish were a bit on the showy side. Okay, extremely showy, leaving no doubt that she was very much a woman. 
Cissy hated pretension, but she could have at least bought a nice demure outfit. That, or borrowed something of Tasha’s. Something that might have impressed the gorgeous Kalquorian in front of her long enough to get him naked. Oh well, too late now.
Keeping her tone offhand so Councilman Eye Candy wouldn’t think she’d been affected by his insane amount of gorgeousness, Cissy said, “It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for taking the time to say hello.”
As she spoke, a movement behind Diltan caught Cissy’s eye. She glanced past him to see Lindsey standing several feet away. Her cousin was shaking her head, a note of warning in her eyes as she surreptitiously pointed at Diltan.
Meanwhile, the councilman regarded Cissy with a slight frown. He started to turn his head to see what had distracted her. Lindsey moved away, walking behind a group of conversing councilmen so Diltan couldn’t see her.
He turned back to Cissy, clearly puzzled. His ingratiating smile returned as he spoke to her again. “If there is anything at all—” 
“That you can do on our behalf, just let you know,” Cissy interrupted, her tone going cold. “Thanks, Diltan. Tasha, this is Diltan, another councilman. Say hello so he can go do something important.”

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