My Sexy Saturday #15: Be My Human

Happy Weekend, everyone! And welcome to more of My Sexy Saturday, where we showcase WIP's or published works and show off our sexy couples!

This week, I'm offering a little snippet from a book that will be published this fall by Dreamspinner Press. Be My Human is the sequel to Be My Alien, and it's the joint effort of author M.A. Church (The Harvest, Nighttime series) and myself. Our couple is Taz and Reed, and I think the excerpt speaks for itself.  Enjoy!

“Gok,” Reed grunted, then cleared his throat. Fuck, Taz had sucked the ability to speak right out of him, through his cock. It had been much too long since the last time he’d gotten a blowjob. “I mean good. That’s good. Straddle me, babe.”

Taz stole a quick kiss, then swung a leg over Reed’s lap, balancing himself over the cock that pointed directly up at his ass. “As sexy as I think it is to be undressed while you’re still clothed, I think we might need to get your shirt out of the way.” What a time for his kitten to be practical.

“Just shove it the fuck out of the way then,” Reed growled. The head of his dick brushed Taz’s hole. He was going to start foaming at the mouth if he didn’t get in there and damn soon. How the hell Taz was still able to make any sort of sense was beyond him. His own thought processes were shot to hell. Reed tightened his hand around Taz’s slim hips and grunted when Taz finally pushed his shirt out of the way. “Taz… please.”

Taz impudently flicked his nipples and Reed saw stars. Another odd sound exploded out of him. He bit his lip when Taz wiggled then began the slow descent down his shaft. The need to just sink his fingers into Taz’s hips and slam him down was nearly overwhelming. He wanted to thrust, God he wanted to thrust… almost more than he wanted his next breath. The only thing that stopped him was how much that would hurt his lover. That, and the fact Taz would probably rip him to shreds with his claws. Which he would fucking well deserve since they were only using spit as lube. Rough was fine, bloody wasn’t cool—he knew that firsthand.

“Oh babe, God, you’re so tight. Does it hurt?”

Taz slipped down a little farther. Reed felt his tail make an appearance, jerking behind him. “Burns a little, but it’s not bad.”

“There’s that tail.” Reed flexed his hands on Taz’s hips. “Take your time. I want this to be good for both of us.”

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Tease Me Thursday #14: Be My Human

Hello, hello, and welcome to Tease Me Thursday! It's almost Friday, time to get into the mood for the weekend and have a little fun too!

The work week is almost done, so why not have a little fun with Reed and Taz! You might remember them from Be My Alien, my first joint book with my friend MA Church. Now here' s a little bit of the second book, Be My Human, which comes out in the fall. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other hoppers, their links follow my tease!  In this scene... well, I think you'll figure it out :)

“Reed, when can we get the swing you told me about?” He ran his tongue up the inside of Reed’s thighs, over the lightly haired delicate skin.

Reed thought he might lose it then and there. The very thought of having Taz in a swing stirred his imagination and his libido. But that was in the future, certainly not now. “We can’t. Not yet,” he panted. “I don’t think this ceiling… will hold… oh shit…” Before he’d even finished speaking, Taz had pushed him down into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Want to ride you,” Taz moaned. He turned about and bent over, presenting Reed with his plugged ass. “Pull it out, please. It’s time for you to be inside me, not that…”

It was time, Reed agreed, as he carefully removed the toy. He couldn’t help but think of its expensive counterpart, the overindulgent model that had originally brought them together, and he had to smile. This particular version, while not nearly as costly or sparkly, was perfect for their purposes, and had done its job well, keeping Taz simmering all day long. Of course, to be honest, that wasn’t hard for Reed to do.

“Lube, babe,” he murmured. “We need the lube.” He couldn’t resist lightly slapping that magnificent backside, remembering just how wonderful his lover’s dark place tasted. “Hurry,” he added, not sure how long he could keep himself under control. Taz lunged across the bed, not bothering to walk around it. He yanked out the drawer to the side table, spilling the contents on the carpet. Not taking time to pick anything up, he grabbed the tube of lube, rolled over and returned to Reed’s side, holding it out for his use.

God, but Taz was gorgeous… that was the last coherent thought he had as he teased Taz with the plug, sliding it between his legs and rubbing against his balls, before tossing it aside on the table next to him. He spread the slick, cool lube on his dick, hoping the sudden cold would dampen his need to come, and grasped Taz’s hip with one hand. Oh, Taz would ride all right, but he’d do it this way—facing away from him. Reed wanted to see his dick sliding in and out of that quivering hole.

“Straddle me, Taz.” Reed held his dick as Taz scooted back, his legs on either side of Reed’s. “That’s it, babe. Slide down on that dick.”

Tease Me Thursday #8: Be My Human

Friday's almost here, right? So it must be time for more Tease Me Thursday!

Today's excerpt comes from Be My Human, the second book in the Moonlit Skies series by MA Church and me. It will be out later this fall from Dreamspinner Press. You might remember Reed and Taz from the first book, Be My Alien. I don't think I need to set the scene, it speaks for itself. Enjoy! And don't forget to follow the other authors in the blog hop, whose links follow my excerpt!

Reed had Taz pressed against the door of their apartment, kissing him for all he was worth, when his cell went off. He recognized the little jangle that blared out of his phone as his mom’s ring tone. Talk about being cockblocked in a major way.

“Need to answer that,” Reed panted into Taz’s mouth.

“Okay.” Taz rubbed his body against Reed’s, clutching at him.

“Shit, babe.” Reed grabbed Taz’s hands. He barely managed to stop him from shredding one of his better silk shirts. Those claws of his boyfriend’s were something else.

The phone stopped ringing and Reed shrugged. Some things were more important than a phone conversation, right? Just as he resumed his exploration of Taz, the same damn song rang out again.

“Fuck!” Reed squirmed as he dug his cell out of his pants. “Just hold that thought, babe. This won’t take long.”

“I need,” Taz whimpered.

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The Power of Love M/M Blog Tour 2014

Good morning and Happy Valentine's Day! Welcome to our Blog Hop! MA Church and I will be your hosts for this event, and we're happy to see you here! We hope this will be just the first of a lot of blog hops, and we've invited some of our fellow authors to help us celebrate the event! You can find the links to their blog at the end of my post. There will be fun for all, and there will be giveaways!

As the hostesses of the hop, MA and I are doing something together—a joint giveaway between our blogs. You can find MA here. (US only, sorry)

1. Two First place winners will receive one handmade Be My Alien pillow and Valentine's candy. (Colors of the pillow will vary)

2. Two Second place winner will receive one handmade Be My Alien pillow and Valentine's candy.  (Colors of the pillow will vary)

3. Two Third place winners will  win an ebook copy of  Be My Alien. 

Visit both blogs for a greater chance to win.

In addition, I'm going to offer one winner their pick of anything from my backlist.

To win, leave a comment, along with your email address. Following our blogs would be nice, but not mandatory.

So today is Valentine's Day, traditionally a day of love and romance. At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to run the flash that I wrote for the holiday last year, because I like it that much, and plan to expand it. I hope you like it too. It's a bit of a twist on giving your heart to someone. Enjoy!

This is going to be a series, one that I call Losing My Religion. The first book has no name yet.  

Someone had the worst timing in the world.

And judging by the jangled sounds of a lyre that emanated from his smartphone, it was his distant cousin and bandmate. When Sebastian caught up with Orpheus, he was going to have to hurt him for interrupting his pleasure.

“Who’s that, baby?” The man’s voice was muffled, its owner’s face buried in the thick pillows of the hotel’s double bed. Sebastian couldn’t remember his name. That was an inconsequential detail, nothing to clutter his mind with. Whoever he was, he had a very delicious ass, one that Sebastian had thoroughly enjoyed plowing. At least until the moment had been so rudely interrupted.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, before deigning to reply. “Someone. I won’t be long. Just lie there.” He pulled out, irritably, and slid off the other man, wrapping the sheet about him, ignoring the shiver his action produced. He grabbed the phone and stalked into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind him before answering.

“This better be damn good. I was busy—”

“I can only imagine.” A throaty chuckle from the other end of the line.

“Why don’t you find Cupid and torture him if you’re bored?” Sebastian searched his image in the mirror. The lighting was harsher than he might like, but he still looked damn good. That was one of the benefits of being a demigod. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the looks that some of them had, particularly the bastard offspring of Aphrodite, his own father’s consort. But Sebastian was certainly beautiful in his own right and he knew it.

He pushed back unruly locks of curly black hair that came just to the nape of his neck. Twisting his head for a better view, he decided he should let it grow out just a little more. The trace of sexy stubble that he maintained above his full carmine lips and along his jaw was pleasing to him—he’d keep that as it was.  His cool grey eyes were carefully lined in black. A perfect vision of loveliness. He blew a kiss at his reflection and smiled.

“Stop admiring yourself.” Orpheus laughed again. Sebastian scowled at the phone and turned from the mirror. “You know I can’t do that. The man’s busy, or have you forgotten what today is?”

It wasn’t so much that Sebastian had forgotten, he simply didn’t care. He found Cupid to be annoying, for the most part. Going on and on about love all the damn time. Like it really existed. Like it really mattered. As if it wasn’t anything more than hormonal urges that produced a vast mass hysteria. A hypnosis that muddled the brain and threw it into a tailspin from which it seldom recovered. It ruined lives, and made fools of normally intelligent men. The only useful byproduct was that it was also responsible for a great deal of violence, and had launched many a war.

Sebastian Laguerre loved no one but himself.

And thank the gods he was beyond Valentine’s Day.

 “Go bother my brothers, why don’t you? I’m busy,” Sebastian repeated. Okay, technically Phobos and Deimos were half-brothers, but whatever.

“You’re the only one that likes to hang with them,” Orpheus pointed out. “Normal people avoid them.”

“Are you saying I’m not normal?”

“You’re you and I love you for who you are, Sebby.”

“Zeus’s beard, don’t call me that. I’m going. Go fuck yourself. Literally.” He clicked off the phone without waiting for the smart reply he knew was imminent and exited the bathroom. He let the sheet fall away as he wound his sinuous way back toward the bed; it trailed behind until he stepped from it. Dropping onto all fours, he crawled across the bed in a predatory manner.

“I’m back,” he purred in a sultry voice. The other man shivered in anticipation, lifting his head at Sebastian’s return, although he was well trained enough that he did not turn to look. “Miss me, love?”

“Mmm, yes, I did. Missed your cock up my ass. So much…”

“Of course you did.” Sebastian wore a very self-satisfied smirk. “Roll over, pet.”

“Is it time, then?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He had a nice body, Sebastian admitted. Darryl? David? Dan? Something with a D, he was fairly sure. He was young, early twenties. Young and eager to please. And so far, he’d done a decent job of it. But, alas, all good things must come to an end. Sebastian wasn’t going to let that stop him from enjoying himself thoroughly.

He positioned himself between the boy’s legs—Dirk? Devin?—and took himself in hand, pumping his cock a few times. Orpheus’ ill-timed interruption had brought it down slightly, but a little well-applied pressure restored its former tumescent state.

“Now where were we?”

“About to reach glory,” the innocent supplied.

“Ah yes, just so.” He thrust inside of that tight channel in one hard stroke, producing a gasp of pure pleasure. Hot velvet surrounded his cock, a sensation heightened by the tightness of this boy’s muscles that clung so deliciously. “Touch yourself,” he instructed and the boy obeyed, grasping his cock and pumping.

“Not too fast,” Sebastian cautioned. “And don’t close your eyes. I want to see.”

The lids fluttered open again. Sebastian drove into him again, over and over, watching for the right moment. He’d know it by the boy’s responses. He’d see it in his eyes. He’d laid his instrument within reach; when he was ready he picked it up, looped the silk necktie about the boy’s neck and began to tighten it slowly, slowly…

Sebastian could see the play of emotions in the boy’s blue eyes as he spun into euphoria, until his orgasm was inevitable, and Sebastian had wrung out all that he could. As the boy came, he tightened the tie completely, until all breathing ceased.

* * * *

The body was discovered in front of a café near the Eiffel Tower, the heart in a small box beside it, along with a note—Happy Valentine’s Day, Inspector.

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Celebration time - Revelations is here!

This day has long been waited for, and anxiously, by a number of people, including myself and my friends and loyal readers.And now it's here! Revelations is a happening thing! Today is release day and it's time to party. Like it's 1999 or 1699 or even 99 BC!

Revelations is available here!

This book has been more than forty years in the making. No I didn't spend that long writing it. It took a great deal of thought. I know I've told this story on other blogs, but I'm going to tell it here, so make yourselves at home!

The idea was born many years ago. Over forty, actually. When I was a teenager. Back then, it didn’t have a name, and it had no real shape. But I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to tell the story of Judas Iscariot. The trouble was I didn’t know how.

What drew me to Judas, is probably what you’re asking yourself, and that’s a valid question. Ask anyone else who Judas is and you’ll get answers that are probably all variations on a theme of betrayal. I’m not sure exactly when I began to question that, but I do know that when I saw Jesus Christ Superstar performed live back in 1971 (or thereabouts), I had an epiphany regarding him. I saw him, not as the bad guy as often portrayed, but someone who not only believed in Jesus but was willing to do what he needed him to do. For without Judas’ “betrayal” of Jesus, the story would not have worked out the way it did. It needed to happen that way. And if you read the Gospel of Judas, he was the only apostle who trusted Jesus enough to do that for him. Gives one food for thought, doesn’t it?

Very interesting, but where’s the story, I wondered. Was I going to take an historical perspective, research the man and his life? Easier said than done, especially back then. We had no Internet. We didn’t even have computers. Research was all done through books. Libraries had card catalogs, a far cry from today when you can log onto your library website and browse their selection, then request what you want. So I looked and I found bupkus (nothing). I had the Bible, of course, but it tends to be limited on information, as well as a bit biased.

So nothing was written, and I let it go, as my thoughts formulated in the back of my head. In the meantime, I was reading, watching… and learning. King of Kings was my first Biblical movie, and I loved it. Jeffrey Hunter’s portrayal of Jesus is very moving, and I was very enamored of the film. Jesus Christ Superstar – I think I know all the words, I’ve listened so many times. I liked the stage version, but the first film not so much.

Besides watching these things and others, I read. Christopher Moore’s Lamb, The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. What a fabulous book! I loved it! So much I bought the special edition. And I read The Gospel of Judas! Forty years ago I’d never heard of such a thing. Of course I read the DaVinci Code, and watched the movie. And everything began to percolate inside my head…

Then one day it happened. Judas spoke to me, for the first time. And I simply began to write it down, not knowing what he might say, or where his story might lead. It turned out to be quite the story and took me on quite the journey, and led to places that I didn’t expect it to. If he’d have spoken forty years ago, I would not have been ready to receive his message. But my life up until the moment that I first heard him speak prepared me. And the result is Revelations.

The original title was Kyrie Eleison, a tribute to the Mister Mr. song, Kyrie. Kyrie eleison means Christ, have mercy on us. But then fellow author Marie Sexton, who was reading Kyrie for me at the time, suggested a simpler title. A better title. Revelations. So Revelations it became.

I know there are people who will not like Revelations, and by extension, me. People who will not see the message it carries, only that it does not follow what they believe. But ultimately, no matter what you believe, Revelations is a story of love. Love is the message, and love is something that binds us all together.

Revelations is love.

I'd like to celebrate Revelations release with you. Oh, I almost forgot! I have a book trailer:  

I hope you like it! I'd like to giveaway a copy of Revelations to someone! All I ask is that you comment, and tell me what you think about the book, or anything related to Revelations. And don't forget your email address!

Also, as part of my celebration, I'm guesting at two blogs:  Chris T. Kat and Marie Sexton. Stop by and say hello!

I'll announce the winner in a week. And I haven't forgotten the Backlist Bloghop. I'll be announcing that soon too!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Sci Fi Sunday - Reality Check Continues

Happy Sunday and welcome to another Sci Fi Sunday! This week Reality Check continues with the further adventures of Kay and Reno.Will Kay kill his sister for having a big mouth? Will she ruin everything? And what's going on over at Reno's place? Stay tuned and find out! Don't forget to check out Sui Lynn's blog at 2 Cents and our joint blog at Backdoor Divas!

Reality Check  

Chapter Four

Normally, I’m not a violent man. Not at all. Rather, I’m considered to be a lover, by those who know me. A great lover, in fact. But that’s entirely beside the point. At this moment, I’m ready to commit violence, and on no less a personage than my sister Luci. Luckily for her, I remain a gentleman and a brother, despite my urgent need to strangle her and thus collapse her vocal chords before they can utter anything even remotely resembling an end to the carefully laid plans of Reno and myself.

I cast about in my mind for something that will divert the child from her tragic course of action.

“Luci! Why don’t we go outside and… and… play with your dolls?” It’s the first thing that comes to mind. Don’t ask me why. She gives me a strange look. Silly child.

“I haven’t played with dolls for quite some time, Kay. Probably since the last time you were home, before you left to attain your… education.”

Why does she have to snicker when she says that? As if there’s any doubt as to why I traveled off-planet for those four years? I was pursuing my higher education. Anything else I might’ve done in the way of extracurricular activities is simply none of her business.

Why does everyone snicker when they say that? Sometimes I wonder.

But never mind that now. While I was puzzling her words, she’s walked away from me, toward our parents. I hastily pursue her, managing to almost stumble over my own feet. Instantly, Swy’s hand is at my elbow. Good man, Swyddogh. Worth his weight in… well, in something valuable, but I can’t think clearly right now. My mind and heart are too filled with the fear of losing Reno to something as senseless as my sister’s big mouth.

She hugs our parents, first Mother, than Father. Everyone’s smiling much too much for my liking, as I see my short but spectacular life flash before my eyes. For a moment, I actually think about turning and running to my room to escape what’s coming. Until a vision of Reno flashes through my brain, and my body recalls the feel of him, of his arms around me, and I’m powerless to do anything but remain and fight for this man I love.

My eyes widen as the word zings through me. What did I just say? I. Love. Reno.

I LOVE RENO!

The more I think it, the more I know it’s true. And the more determined I am to keep Luci from destroying 

my love before I even discover if it’s mutual or not.

What is she saying? Heavens above, what is she saying?

“Mother, Father. About this courtship thing, I want to tell you again how pleased I am with your choice, and I’m sure he’ll make a good husband for me.”

“Just a minute…” I begin to protest, even as her words sink into my head. What did she just say?

They’re all staring at me now, Luci in open annoyance. Or is she smirking at me? Whichever it is, I think I need a drink. No, I know I need a drink. And a good translator. One that speaks sister, ‘cause I sure don’t.

“Kay, my goodness, what in the world is wrong with you?”

Think quickly, or all will be lost, I can’t afford to blurt out that I’m in love with the man we’ve just set up to marry my sister. Pretend to go along with it. And most of all, please breathe.

“I… I…. “ Damn, the words aren’t coming.

Mother turns to my sister, since I’m obviously a lost cause. “Liusaidh, your brother’s going to chaperone your visits, including the one we’ve set up for today.”

Today? Set up? What’s going on here?

“Thank you, Mother, what an excellent suggestion. I’d love to have Kay’s company. I’ll feel safer with him there.”

My parents are beaming at us both, while I’m looking suspiciously at the girl who wears my sister like a spare suit. That can’t be Luci. Can it?

She links her arm with mine. Just before I feel like I might fall to the floor. “Come, brother dearest, let us get you something to eat. I think your blood sugar is too low. Some orange juice should do the trick, don’t you think?”

She’s walking me out of the room, with Swy hastening after us, while I attempt to collect the scattered shreds of my dignity. She commands a passing native to bring some food to my room, which is where we end up. Why my room, I’m tempted to ask, but think better of it, focusing instead on the issues at hand. Like what the hell is going on?

“You sleep too late, brother,” she begins, sitting cross-legged upon my bed, forcing me to sit at the end of the bed, where it’s far less comfortable and… Again I digress.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that even before you dragged your pretty little posterior out of bed, I’d already seen our parents and broached the idea of your handling the courtship as my chaperone. They said yes, of course.”

“But… but… how… I mean… they never let on…” I’m totally unhinged now.

“Because I told them to let you think it was your idea. See? Brilliant, eh?” She looks so very self-satisfied. I’d slap her silly face if she hadn’t accomplished just exactly what I wished her to. Alright, so maybe I’m not as brilliant and convincing as I thought I was. Who cares? The point is that it’s all set. It’s happening. It’s fait accompli.

It’s Fate.

I feel a grin coming over me like a new strain of the flu, as I contemplate the pretty future which lies ahead of us. Ah, life is so wonderful. Wonderful indeed.

“When are we to receive them, sister dearest?” I ask, visions of Reno floating through my head. Naked Reno, I might add.

 “About the twelfth hour, brother dear. I’ll be back well before then, trust me.”

“Back? From where?”

“From dressing, of course. I need to look my best for my intended.”

“For your intended…” I find it hard to get the words out.

“Oh Kay, you know what I mean!” She sounds exasperated. “Don’t make me spell it out. Not yours, mine. Now hush.” She kisses my cheek and climbs off the bed, flouncing toward the door, which Swy opens for her. She turns and blows a kiss through the air at me before disappearing out the door.

Now I have only two things to do—dress myself to please my lovely Reno, to gain his approval. And wait for the time of his arrival.

That’ll be the hardest thing, waiting for him. But I shall. Oh, should I tell him I love him? Or wait until he asks? Or until he makes his intentions known?

What to do? What to do? What to do?

§§§§

I carry my baby brother, clutched tightly in my arms. Jaou on my heels as we ran for the garden. To say I’m a bit protective of my sibling is an understatement. I truly fear for his life in this moment. His body feels completely limp in my arms; there’s hardly any color in his skin. His hair and complexion are completely gray.

“Come on Dorian, don’t you dare give up. I’m not ready to have my baby brother leave me for the guardian.” I rub my cheek against his, willing every ounce of my energy to flow through my skin and into my baby brother. I don’t care if my hair turns pale— as long as Dorian recovers.

Jaou jogs ahead of me, sliding open the door that leads to the garden. I run as quickly as I can to the center of the garden and drop to my knees, laying Dorian into the center bed of rich soil. Jaou’s instantly at my brother’s feet, mounding the black soil around him. Jaou kneels with Dorian’s feet against his knees. I sit at the other end, Dorian’s head on my thighs.

“He’s gotta be alright.” Jaou’s concerned eyes meet mine, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“He will be.” I reply, ignoring the stinging pressure of tears pressing against my own eyes. I’ve almost lost two brothers to the wastes. When this is over I’ll find out what’s behind this phenomenon and help the earth mother dispose of the hazard. Maybe Kay can help with that. I tip my head back and stretch my arms out toward the rays of the guardian. Jaou sits exactly the same way at Dorian’s feet, both of us pouring forth energy blessed onto us by the guardian into our sick brother.

I vaguely register the footfalls of my baby sister, Alangelainea. I’m surprised mother has allowed Angel into the garden, what with Dorian being so ill.

“Is he going to be alright?” I almost miss Angel’s softly spoken question which comes from over my right shoulder.

“We’re doing everything we can. If the guardian wills, he’ll recover,” Jaou says softly. He’s making no promises because although we’re dumping energy into Dorian, he hasn’t begun to recover any of his color. His system has been poisoned and it’s taking everything we have to purge the toxins.

“Can I help?” Angel kneels down beside Dorian. She looks from me to Jaou and back to our brother.

“Jaou and I are purging his system. But he needs to know we love him, so he’ll fight to stay with us. Why don’t you hold his hand?” I brush a hand down my sister’s hair. Mother wouldn’t be happy but I can see in Angel’s eyes that she wants… no needs… to help her brother too. Angel smiles sadly and picks up Dorian’s hand, clutching it to her chest. Dorian may be our little brother, but his hand looks huge clutched in the tiny hands of our baby sister.

I can hear Angel whispering to Dorian. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but tears are slowly running trails down her cheeks, dripping on his chest as she slowly rocks. As close as Jaou and I are, I can see that Angel and Dorian are just as close. I can feel through the connection that Jaou and I are winning over the toxins. Dorian’s beginning to get his coloring back. It’s faint but still it’s getting there. That little bit encourages me and I pour more of myself into my brother. I glance over and lock eyes with Jaou. I see his little smile—I know he can feel it too.

“He’s getting better Angel.” I mumble as I continue to focus.

I vaguely recognize that the door’s sliding open. Father enters. He takes Dorian’s hands in his, sending Angel away. Hours pass with the three of us pouring energy and healing into Dorian. His breathing becomes easier and the gray pallor, becoming a light green as the black dirt around him becomes gray with the toxins that leech from his body. I can practically feel the color leaving my hair and body to rejuvenating Dorian.

“My sons, you must stop now. You risk yourselves and Dorian would never forgive you for endangering yourself in order to save him.” Father rests a hand on my shoulder. I look down from the guardian hanging in the afternoon sky, the morning is gone, my stomach is rumbling in protest to its malnourishment. I realize as Jaou falls forward on his arms that neither of us have eaten since the party. “You both need to rest and eat. Then come back and soak up the last of the evenings rays before you sleep.”

“Thank you, Father,” I mumble.  I brush the hair from Dorian’s face before I rest his head gently into the graying soil under him.

“I’ll change his bedding and feed him more energy. Your mother’ll be in to assist me as soon as she’s finished with her Vid meeting with the Advisor to the Crown.” Father takes up Dorian’s hands and I hear him whisper a blessing as I struggle to my feet, pulling Jaou along with me. He was barely healed from his own escapades in the wastes, so dumping so much into our brother has turned his pallor an alarming gray as well.

“Let’s go. We’ll be back soon, Father.” I see him nod his head in a miniscule motion before we leave and make our way to the kitchen.

Angel’s there. She’s setting out fruits and vegetables on the table for us to devour, but the water’s the first thing I grab. Both Jaou and I are dehydrated to the point where my very skin feels wrinkly from lack of moisture. If I look half as bad as Jaou, I’m certain that Mother’ll be furious. All of the hours of work and preparation for attracting Luci have all been poured into keeping my brother alive. And regardless, I wouldn’t change a thing. My brother still lives. I start putting together nutbutter and fruit sandwiches, slicing the exotic banana fruit imported by the humans into slices and layering it with bread and the nutbutter.

As I devour my sandwich in silence, too exhausted to make conversation, I realize I can hear Mother talking on her vid conference. She sounds very angry and I’m pleased that she has someone other than me to vent her frustrations at. Although I’m sure that nothing will prevent her from giving me a piece of her mind soon enough.

I’m about to suggest to Jaou that we return to the garden when I hear a familiar voice saying something about how do you request entrance to a home that has a paper door. My fear-filled eyes lock with Jaou’s… Kay has arrived. Why is he here?

to be continued

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Sci Fi Sunday - Reality Check Continues

Good morning, happy Sunday, and welcome to another edition of Sci Fi Sunday! I hope you're looking forward to seeing another chapter of Reality Check, cause we're excited to bring it to you! Kay and Reno are on Cloud Nine! They just have to figure out how to see one another while pretending to have Reno court Kay's sister Luci. Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. Enjoy this episode, and don't forget to check out Sui's blog at 2 Cents, as well as our joint blog at Backdoor Divas

!  Reality Check

I waken with the taste of something wonderful in my mouth, my lips are tingling, my heart is singing, and I’m feeling as giddy as the time when I was hung upside down by Swyddogh until the blood rushed to my head (it was at my instruction, and it was a very long time ago, I was only seven, I think). There is a name that has carved itself into my heart, and I smile 

as I speak it aloud to myself.

“Reno.” I repeat it for good measure. “Reno, Reno, Reno.” Yes, I know his full name has a lot more syllables and letters, but I cannot be bothered to learn those when Reno says it all to me.

I roll over, my hand automatically going to the hardness I’ve wakened with. How I wish he were here. I ache for his touch. Thinking of his lips, I begin to moan, stroking myself through the silken sheet which covers me. I probably shouldn’t be doing this, I need to get up, but damned if I can tear myself away from thoughts of him. My urgent need for him.

“Mmmm, Reno.” I’m fantasizing that it’s his hand; he’s touching me, keeping one hand on my cock, while the other… the other is moving toward my rear entrance, and he’s touching me there in ways no other man has ever done before. I arch my back in deepest ecstasy, my lips hungry for his, my arms wound tightly about him, and just as I’m about to offer him my essence….

I hear a discreet cough, and I’m so startled I leap from my bed. If by leap, you mean fall onto the floor, twisting the arm which now lies beneath me, my limbs tangled in my sheet, my erection deflating like a spent balloon. Dammit, right on my ass! Cruel, cruel Fate, could you not wait but a few short moments longer to burst in upon me and my dearest love?

It’s Swy, of course. I don’t even have to look to know that. No one else would dare to enter my chamber thus.  As I start to wrap the sheet about me, I realize that I’ve managed to soak it fairly well with pre-cum. It feels wet and nasty, and I re-think my idea as I toss the scummy piece of linen onto the floor for the servants to deal with, run my hand through my hair, and seek to maintain some scrap of dignity. I’m not about to let him see that he’s caught me by surprise, although I suspect he knows that, as he’s turned away from me in his usual discreet manner.

“Good morning, Swy, I was just about to get it up. I mean get up,” I hastily amend. “Shall we begin our day, then?”

“Yes, Your Highness, at once, Your Highness.”

The man is the soul of discretion, luckily, and I know this will stay between us. Besides, he’s caught me in far more embarrassing situations.

“Does Your Highness require any… medical assistance?”

I gingerly feel my arms and legs, just to make sure I’ve not damaged anything. No, maybe a little sore, but nothing that a good hot soak won’t take care of. But not right now. I have other things to do, before I prepare to see… him….

The tension leaves my overwrought chest at the very thought of him. Did I just giggle? I cover the sound with coughing. That’s better.

I sweep imperiously past Swy, heading to my bathroom. All I intend for the moment is a quick cleansing to freshen myself. “Prepare my clothes,” I command. By the time I return, feeling much fresher (and yes, I’ve taken the opportunity to complete what was almost finished earlier, thinking of Reno the whole time), he has laid out an outfit for me to wear. I nod my approval. I’m going to see my parents, and discuss this courtship thing between my sister and Reno’s brother. What is his name again? Maybe I’ll just call him Jow. I want them to take me very seriously. This is serious business. I just have to make sure that they allow me to act as Luci’s chaperone, and not have them suspect anything of the truth, which is that Reno shall be courting me, and Luci will be not courted.

I realize that might not fly with those two, so I grudgingly decide that perhaps Jow may court my sister, but I shall keep a careful eye upon them. Although how I think I shall do that when being around Reno makes my thoughts turn into colorful butterflies which flit about my brain, and I find I can pay attention to no one and nothing else—well, we shall just have to deal with that later. The important thing to remember is that we must leave the actual marriage date open-ended. That might be tricky, but I think I’m a skillful enough negotiator that it shouldn’t be anything I cannot handle.

My skirt is maroon and hangs just above my knees, while my jacket is black and maroon, with silver buttons. Black boots which hug my calves, dangling silver earrings, and black eyeliner. I like the way it makes my eyes look even wider. I preen before the mirror Swy’s holding, admiring the view. “Sexy baby,” I murmur aloud. If only Reno could see me now. Soon, I vow to myself, soon.

“Are my parents up?”

“Yes, your highness. They are in the reception room now, I believe.”

“Good. I’ll join them there.” My stomach rumbles, and I know I should eat, but my business is too urgent, so I tell it to hush, I’ll deal with it later. I debate on whether or not to wear gloves. I like the way they look, the black ones match this outfit perfectly, but I end up deciding against it.

“Come.” Head held high, I exit my rooms, Swyddogh just behind me, heading toward my parents in order to negotiate my future happiness, and Luci’s—at least for the foreseeable future.

§§§§

“Aren’t you awake yet!” Jaou has barged into my room, the door ricocheting back and closing of its own accord with the force he’s used on it.

“I am now. By the guardian Jaou, what is wrong with you?” I sit up and pull the blankets up to cover my morning wood. I’d been having the most wonderful dream, about my little princeling. Part of me is sure he’s already forgotten about me and moved on to his next conquest… and yet… Part of me hopes he hasn’t.

“I – I went to see Mother this morning.” Jaou has my undivided attention now, as he paces around my room.

“What the hell did you do?” I try to remain calm but if Jaou’s destroyed it all by telling our parents what we’ve done, knowing how adamant mother was when I tried to get out of this mess….  Well, words fail me at the moment. I don’t know what I’ll do.

“I tried to convince Mother to let me court Luci. I told her that a match between you and she does not appear to be very likely. She said it didn’t matter if a match was likely or not. Your future had been decided and I need to stay out of the way.”

“Please tell me you didn’t tell them what we did. Tell me you didn’t tell her about Kay, did you?” Oh please guardian let him have kept his big mouth shut! I plead with the powers that guide our lives.

“Well, of course not. I’m not stupid. I just hoped, if she thought there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to attract Luci, she might let me try. I told her that I’d danced with Luci and she liked me. I told her that the two of you didn’t appear to be overly friendly to one another. That’s the truth, after all.  I don’t like lying to our mother and father.” I cross my legs under the blanket and pat the bed beside me, and Jaou joins me. I put my hand on Jaou’s shoulder, intending to comfort him.

“I don’t like it either. I just don’t know how else to deal with this. Mother’s decided that it must be this way. I don’t begin to understand her thinking.” Jaou sighs and hangs his head, but he’s still listening. “We must keep our liaisons to ourselves. Maybe if the King and Queen were to request a switch of courtiers, then maybe Mother would be more open to a change of plans, but she’ll not change her designs just on the desires of her sons.”

“But why? Why is she being so adamant? Moma and Doda (Jaou always did use his baby names for our parents when he was feeling upset and sentimental) have always loved and cared for us. I don’t understand why they won’t let us choose our beloved for ourselves. They always said a loving relationship is the basis for good leadership.”

“I don’t know, Jaou. Maybe the Seer has been to see Mother, bringing dreams of our future, and she’s just trying to assure our happiness?” I get up out of bed and walk to my wardrobe, stroking the smooth material of the clothing I’d worn. No scent of Kay remains in the cloth but I can still see him in my arms, feel his warm body as I held it tightly against my own.

“They want you to go see them when you awaken.” Jaou stands and heads for the door.

“Will you please let them know I’m awake and I’ll attend them after I’ve taken care of my morning necessities?”

“Sure. I’ll see you at breakfast then shortly?”

“Yes.” I smile at Jaou although I don’t feel much happiness with the situation we’re in. It’s regrettable that I can’t be open about my desires. I’d thought to try to have mother request the switch as well, but with Jaou’s preemptive attempt it’d be foolhardy to follow the same course. Instead I need to make plans for the courtship of Luci and hope that Kay will find a way to convince his parents to request a change in the courting order, or we’ll simply stick with the original plan. Whatever it takes.

I walk into my private bathing room, wash my face, still glowing with the colors of courtship. The colors aren’t quite as vibrant in my hair, not as bright as they’d been yesterday. I’d need to spend an hour with the guardian to maintain them, something I’m sure Mother will insist upon. I spend a few minutes in running a comb through my hair, before I secure it at the back of my neck with a leather tie.

Visions of Kay keep me company as I review our short time together over and over in my mind.  Unfortunately along with visions of Kay, I become achingly hard and in need of release. The troublesome part is that if I give in and release my seed, Mother and Father will be able to smell my pollination and they’ll disbelieve Jaou’s story. I painfully need to subdue my deep desires. Taking myself in hand and painfully pinching the tip of my erection, I wrest my mind from my beautiful princeling to the most hideous sight I can imagine… the Seer, unclothed. The Seer, a one hundred and twenty plus cycle female, who’s body has long ago become rotund and sags with wrinkles and layers of fat, is the epitome of unattractiveness,  if not repulsiveness.

Concentrating on holding her appearance in my mind’s eye, I thump the sensitive head of my cock severely, causing a moment of pain. It works; my desires quickly flag. With a last wash up at the sink, and a resigned sigh, I prepare to join my brother and parents at the breakfast table. Knowing afterwards I’ll be sunning in the gardens while Mother and Father go through their contact channels in order to arrange our next day of courtship.

I wonder who Mother’s contact at the court could be. Surely not Orm Schlangeleben. He’s the councilor who attends many of Mother’s council meetings in the name of the King; he’s supposed to bring forth native concerns to the Royal Council. Although there’s a native representative who attends all meetings in the name of the population, Orm Schlangeleben is supposed to be our connection to the Royal Family.

The family is all seated at the table, as I take my seat. “Good morning.”

to be continued

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