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Flash Fiction Friday

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 26, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

A slightly longer one today. This is the first meeting of Kyra Issarei and Raiven a’Tor, from the Shifting Lust series. Enjoy…

Clean and cool, the colour of untouched Terran snow, her hair slipped through Raiven a’Tor’s fingers like Jyan silk. He stared into her ink-black eyes and clenched his hand into a fist, holding her still. His cock stiffened, just as interested in this mysterious creature as he was. And he was very interested.
He slid his hands from her hair and raked them down her back, charting the dips and curves of her body. She felt like sin and his cock throbbed, hungry.
Eyes unreadable, she reached for his left wrist, lifting his hand from the curve of her ass and placing it directly on the smoothness of her mons. The hot curve of smooth flesh scalded his palm — not with tactile heat but erotic seduction. Her skin was like satin, the damp cleft of her nether-lips parting beneath the tips of his fingers as she pressed them into her pussy.
The tight wet muscles sucked greedily at the penetration, taking his fingers deeper until A’Tor felt the base-knuckle of his middle finger rub against the hooded button of her clit.
Provocative black eyes held his. “Yes?” Her voice was low and husky, the slight Chamelyon accent making the first word she’d spoken sound like a promise.
A’Tor’s throat clicked as he swallowed. “Yes.”
She smiled, undulating her hips against his hand, grinding her clit harder to his knuckle. “No names.” Her tongue flicked out and moistened her bottom lip. “No sharing stories.” She trailed the fingers of her right hand down A’Tor’s torso to the ramrod pole of his cock, tracing its length, eyes holding his. “Just sex.” She circled the head of his engorged arousal. “Just two strangers losing themselves in each other.”
He stared at her, his fingers buried in her sodden, clenching cunt. He’d been standing in the seedy spaceport bar, contemplating his next job when she’d entered, wearing nothing but a long Pallion leather jacket and a frown. She’d looked ferocious and as sexy as all Hades. His pulse kicked up a notch and his cock — that brutally honest organ – twitched immediately.
He watched her cross the crowded bar. She ignored everyone. Determination shone in her black eyes — so unusual for a Chamelyon. Determination and something else. Something A’Tor couldn’t decipher. It intrigued him. He could read anyone with just a glance, without fault or failing. But not her.
She stopped at the bar mere meters from where he stood and ordered a Jaxian Rush. Hard liquor. A’Tor watched her down the beverage in a single mouthful and knew he wanted to discover her story. He lowered his own drink, but before he could make a move, she turned. To face him.
Eyes the colour of a starless sky studied him, traveling his body. He saw her interest in their inky depths.
Five minutes later, without a word spoken between them, they were in a’Tor’s rented cubicle. Twenty seconds after that, they were both naked. Hot. Sweaty. Naked.
He clenched his jaw, driving his finger deeper into her pussy. “Just sex.”
She smiled, the action somehow sad and sultry at once. “Good. Now shut up and make me forget.”
Forget what? he wanted to ask. But didn’t. With an abrupt move, he shoved her backward, fingers still buried in her clenching cunt. She gasped, eyes growing wide. Her ass hit the edge of the room’s com-desk and her feet jolted from the floor, her legs automatically splaying to keep her balanced. The move spread her cunt wider and A’Tor plunged his fingers harder into her slick passage, his other knotting in her hair to yank her head back, granting his mouth access to the bowed column of her neck.
She cried out, the sound both victorious and surprised. She sank her nails into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips to lock him to her. The imprisonment sent A’Tor’s pulse pounding. He groaned against her neck, driving his fingers harder into her gripping cunt.
“Just sex,” she whispered and, before A’Tor could move, she gripped his rigid cock in one hand and cupped his swollen balls with the other.
Heat exploded through A’Tor’s body. “Fuck!”
“Later,” the mysterious Chamelyon murmured, kneading the sensitive knot of flesh under his cockhead with the pad of her thumb.
Wet electricity scorched a direct path straight into his sac. He sucked in a breath, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. It had been too long since he’d been touched like this, and this nameless female did it so well. So very, very well. “God.”
She chuckled at his groan, tugging on his balls with a blissfully painful hold. “I don’t think your deity is watching, Terran.” She ran her thumb over the end of his cock, catching the beads of pre-cum squeezing from the tip’s tiny slit, smearing the slightly viscous moisture over his burning flesh. She drew her closed fingers up his shaft, closed them tighter around the taut, rounded head and then pumped her hand down again.
White pleasure poured into A’Tor’s sac, spread out to his ass, his spine. He hitched in another hot breath, the Chamelyon’s somehow wild scent invading his very body.
She leant forward, nipples brushing his chest as she placed her lips to his ear. “You like that, yes?” Her fingers tightened around his cock and she pumped her hand again. “You like when I squeeze your cock?”
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
“You like when I squeeze your balls?”
Exquisite pressure closed down on his sac and A’Tor bit back a cry of delicious pain. “Yes!”
“You like when I press my finger into your ass?”
The question flayed his control — seconds before the Chamelyon pushed a steady finger between his ass cheeks directly onto his clenching rectum. “Oh, fuck!” he burst out, bucking in her hold.
Black eyes flashed. “I said later.” She reached for his wrist and slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt, lifting them to her mouth. She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to lick at her own cream slicking his skin. “Would you like a taste?”
A’Tor stared into her face, his blood lava in his veins.
She cocked an eyebrow, teasing the tips of his fingers with her teeth. “Well?”
His nostrils flared. “Yes.”
She leant forward and traced his bottom lip with her tongue. The musky, sweet-saltiness of her juices filled his breath and, unable to stop himself, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her saliva, her desire… tasting her.
Jesus. She tasted good.
A low chuckle vibrated deep in her chest, making his lips tingle and his muscles coil. She pulled away, a smug smile curling the sides of her mouth as she kneaded his balls with her artful fingers. “Do you want to fuck me, Terran?”
Ropes of tight pleasure knotted in his groin. “Yes.”
“As I am?” She nipped on his fingertips again. “As you see me now?”
The question confused him, but it didn’t stop his body reacting. “Yes,” he answered. “As I see you.” He closed his hands over her breasts, kneading their swollen form. “You are perfect.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed and for a brief moment he thought her skin shimmered with iridescent light. “Perfect?” she murmured, opening her eyes to stare at him again.
“Perfect,” he said.
An ambiguous expression flashed over her face — hope? Happiness? It made his chest ache. “What is your name?”
The question fell from his lips before he could stop it.
Black eyes flashed and she pushed her finger harder to the tight ring of his anus. “Just sex, remember.”
Forbidden, unknown pleasure tore through him. He’d never felt so… so… Fuck, he didn’t know how he felt, but if the Chamelyon’s finger penetrated his ass further, he’d come all over her belly.
“No names,” she murmured, the softest echo of sadness in her voice… a second before she sank her finger deeper into his virgin ass.
He arched against her. “Holy fuck!”
“After you give me head, Terran,” she answered, any trace of vulnerability gone. She wriggled her finger gently inside his rectum, tickling his prostate. His cock jerked, beads after glistening beads of pre-cum oozing from its tip. “After you make me come with your tongue.” She slowly withdrew her finger from his ass. Immediately, his body cried out in dismay, wanting to be penetrated once more. Harder. Deeper. Longer.
He held her gaze, so on fire he could barely draw breath. “Who hurt you, Chamelyon?”
A shadow of pain flittered through her black stare and she tensed. For a second. “You keep breaking the rules, Terran. No sharing of stories, remember.” She placed both her hands on his shoulders and unlocked her ankles from behind his butt. “Now, get on your knees and make me scream.” She pushed down. Once.
Without hesitation, A’Tor sank to the floor, his knees hitting the floorboards the exact moment his arms curled around her hips and his tongue found her clit. The Chamelyon shifted, shoving her cunt to his mouth, spreading her legs wider to let his tongue plunge deeper. Her skin seemed to shimmer again, and then she moaned, the raw cry crashing over him, drowning him in her rapture. His balls ached for her punishing caress, his ass longed to be finger-fucked again, but even as licentious desire consumed him his gut churned. With confusion. With suspicion.
No names…
Just sex…
As I am?
The Chamelyon’s thighs slid up the side of his head and she lifted her hips, demanding more, erasing A’Tor’s hesitation. He would learn her story, regardless of her “rules.” When he wanted something, he got it.
“Give it to me, Terran. Hard.”
He did, plunging his tongue repeatedly into her sodden slit, flicking it again and again over the swollen nub of her clit. She bucked. “Druentia wept! Yes!”
The surprise in her cry made A’Tor suckle on the tiny button of flesh with hungry force. She bucked again, her feet slamming down on his shoulders as she drove her cunt harder to his mouth. “Gods! What a tongue you have!”
Her moans grew louder. He felt her muscles tense, coil tight. Felt her orgasm grip her body. Another cry burst from her lips and a shudder wracked her body. “Yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
In one fluid move, A’Tor snapped to his feet, hauled her ass off the com-desk, flung her down on to the narrow bunk and drove his cock into her cunt. “My turn.”
“Oh, fuck me, Terran!” she screamed, bucking wildly underneath him, taking his impaling shaft so deep his balls smacked her ass. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
White-hot heat erupted in A’Tor’s balls and he pumped into her, his cock punching deeper and deeper into her wet heat, each spurt of his seed a scorching explosion of released power. “Jesus Fucking Christ!”
Rhythm deserted him. His blood turned to fire. Pounding into her sex, he dropped his head, wanting to see the rapture on her face, wanting to see the bliss in her eyes…
They stared back at him. Vulnerable and wanting and lost. The eyes of a creature used to pain experiencing joy for the first time.
Raiven A’Tor, last of the Terrans and the six system’s most feared bounty hunter, knew he was in trouble. This nameless, mysterious Chamelyon had done something no one else had before. She’d found his heart.
In the space of an orgasm, she’d found his heart and touched it.
And he’d never be the same again.


A New Trailer

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on July 9, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

I took Renee George’s advice (*waves* G’Day, Gorgeous!) and made a trailer for Changeling Press’s Spaceport series. It’s short but packs a kick…I hope.

Spaceport: Highest Bidder – The Book Trailer!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 25, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

What do you think?

Hot Excerpt – The Boundaries: Awakenings

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 25, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

The Boundaries: Awakening
Deception Never Felt So Good

Content Warning: Contains graphic sexual content that may offend some readers.

“Slave,” Tornada snarled, his blood running hot, his mouth dry. “Show the Archeron how talented you are.”
He jerked on the leash again, the long strip of leather snapping tight. For a moment Jai’Enna didn’t move and a cold sense of unease twisted in Tornada’s gut. But then the finely toned muscles in her back flexed, her ass cheeks tightened and she lifted slightly from her obeisant bow, turning while still on her knees to face him, her head aligned with his crotch, her hands folded loosely in her lap.
A lump formed in Tornada’s throat. Thick. Solid. He looked down at her, his eyes drinking in the fire-red of her wild hair, the smooth pale perfection of her shoulders. His cock twitched and stiffened, eager for the touch of her lips. His chest however, squeezed tight, knowing the heaven, the sheer rapture of her mouth on his shaft might very well end with his suicide.
And then she lifted her head and wide eyes the color of Keltarian jade stared at him. Unreadable. Indecipherable. Enigmatic. “As you command, Master,” she said on a husky breath, before reaching forward, unsnapping the fasteners of his trousers and releasing his cock of its snug confinement.
Her long, tapered fingers closed around its throbbing length immediately, sending shards of liquid pleasure straight into Tornada’s balls. He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting — no, battling for control. The need to bury his fingers in the thick tumble of her hair was overwhelming. To bury them into the cool, silken strands and direct her mouth to his cock, to feel her slide her full lips over its bulbous head. Almost as overwhelming as the inescapable knowledge she was going to kill him, slipping into his mind the second he orgasmed and suggesting something ominous and irresistible. That the pleasure he felt now, was the last he would ever feel.
He ground his teeth, every fiber of his being taut, every muscle burning. Silently, slowly, she leant forward at the hip and touched the tip of her warm, wet tongue to his turgid erection.
A low, raw gasp filled his lungs and his eyelids fluttered closed. By Aop, he remembered this. So well. Too well.
Her tongue swirled over the stretched skin of his cockhead, tracing tiny lines across its hot surface, flicking at the sensitive glands just below its distended rim. Her fingertips found his thighs and slid up their bunched length, teasing the soft hairs on his balls with a feather-light stroke before slipping around to grasp his ass cheeks.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at her, fisting his hands on his hips, forcing his body to be still. No matter how much he longed for every exquisite, dangerous second of her touch, he needed to convey the impression of a slave master, not a man ruled by a heart that should know better.
Her head dipped forward, her teeth nipping ever so gently at the very tip of his cock. Her fingers caressed his ass, kept his hips motionless as her tongue painted his cock with long, wet strokes — head to base, base to head. His blood sang in his ears and his pulse quickened, more so when she closed her lips over that bulbous, throbbing head and took it into her mouth. She sucked lightly, the pressure sending shooting ribbons of tension down his shaft into his balls. A low groan sounded in his throat and he pulled in a short breath through his teeth.
Control. Control.
Her tongue worked the underside of his cock, lathered it, teased it. Her head bobbed, drawing her lips up and down his turgid length, drawing another groan from deep within his chest. A movement in the room caught his pleasure-fogged attention and he flicked his gaze to the Archeron. The Master Slaver stared at them, the snug material of his leather breeches tented at the crotch, his right hand cupping at the bulge beneath. But his eyes, glowing orange with hunger, still revealed his wariness. Either he knew who they were, or he suspected they weren’t who they pretended to —
Jai’Enna’s fingers slipped from Tornada’s ass and cupped his balls and the disturbing thought vanished from his mind to be replaced by utter sexual fervor so intense his eyes closed and his muscles coiled. Her tongue curled around his cock, her teeth scraped its sides. Pain threaded through pleasure and he let out a raw moan. By Aop, her mouth was better than the Ninth Heaven!
He thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper, feeling its swollen head ram the back of Jai’Enna’s throat. The tip of her tongue flicked at the swell of his sac, sending a wild wave of wet heat into his groin and up his spine. He ground his teeth, determined to hold off the inevitable. If this was the last time he drew breath, he wanted it to last.
“Very good,” the Archeron murmured, voice oily with appreciation and approval. “Very good.”
Tornada tuned him out; drew to his mind a room scented with fine incense and decorated with even finer silks and satins. He no longer stood in the seedy viewing room of a Cluster-Fuck Barge, but the master suite of his family’s primary castle. He no longer feared for his life from the woman at his feet, but feared for the day she would leave him, claimed by time and old-age, gone to the Nine Heavens after decades of contented, blissful life together.
Jai’Enna’s fingers slipped from his balls, worked their smooth way past his perineum to the clenching hole of his anus. One firm fingertip pressed at that puckered hole and Tornada bucked, ramming his cock deeper into her mouth. She knew exactly what to do to make him boil with scalding pleasure. She always did. Her finger pressed harder to his ass, penetrating ever so slightly the gripping circle of muscle even as her mouth continued to pull and suck at his cock.
“Aop!” The cry burst from his lips, hoarse and savage. He grabbed at her hair, tangled his fingers in the cool, thick strands, a lifeline he knew she would both enjoy and despise. Unable to control himself, he fucked her mouth, plunging into the hot, wet well in wild thrusts, his aching, heavy balls slapping against her chin, his body burning with the need to erupt.
A moan sounded in the room, a vibration filled his balls. He opened his eyes and, blood like electricity, dropped his gaze to Jai’Enna.
She sucked at his cock, her lips glistening with moisture, her own eyes closed — the perfect picture of an obedient slave. But it was the expression on her face that made Tornada’s heart pound. Ecstasy. Another moan tickled his ears, another tiny wave of vibrations rippled his balls. Euphoria flooded through Tornada. Jai’Enna was enjoying what he’d ordered her to do! For three moon-cycles they’d devoured each other’s bodies in lustful hunger. Just as she knew him, so too, he knew her. The expression that softened her face could not be created, no matter how important for deception.
She wanted to give him pleasure. Drew her own from his.