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Changeling Press Presents Hot Toddy #3 Tales of the Quiet Kitty: Holiday Dreams Camille Anthony
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Chapter One
From the corner of her eye, Willa watched Taelen tilt his chair back and swivel away from his console. She jerked nervously and stiffened, head coming up to gaze narrowly at him. In the dimly lit almost deserted bridge, his golden eyes gleamed, the pupils eerily fluorescent. The sight sent chills skittering down her back. Still suffering the results of his devastating actions upon coming aboard, she didn’t trust this new crewmember. She touched a trembling hand to her naked skull and hunched her bare shoulders, mourning her lost fronds and wings. “This is my first Yuletide away from home, Willa. How do you celebrate the holidays?” Willa furrowed her forehead, wondering why she bothered. Her eyebrow fronds had molted when Taelen stripped her of all nourishment, leaving her frowns somewhat inadequate. “What did I tell you about talking to me? Besides, I have no idea what you are talking about and don’t
want to know, either! Thank goodness I share nothing with you.” “Oh, come on, Willa -- Yule. Christmas. Winter-festival. Rebirth Solstice? -- surely you celebrate one of those.” She slid closer to her console, turning her shoulder on him, dismissing him, muttered, “Never heard of them.” She heard Taelen heave a dramatic sigh and bristled. What does he have to sound exasperated about ? “Look, this is the traditional season of forgiveness and love. Why can’t you let bygones be bygones? I’ve apologized for draining you. I keep telling you I only did what was necessary. You couldn’t go into Avron’s presence sporting full wings and feathers. He’s already suspicious about you falling off his detection grid. Your healthy state would have sent him over the edge.” Willa scowled, mouth tight with anger, hatred for the Landresi prince scalding her. “I don’t forgive or love you. I will never place myself back in that monster’s power, so your actions were unnecessary. I wasn’t this naked after six years of abuse. Now I’m starved enough that even you begin to look good!” Taelen stood and sauntered to Willa’s side, a crooked smile twisting his full, juicy looking lips. He bent over and leaned an elbow on her console, coming too close. “Just say the word. I’m available anytime you want, sweet Sprite.” Taelen looked a lot like the exotic Earthlings in pictures Willa had seen of Earth’s ancient Egypt. His dark creamy skin stretched taut over sharp cheekbones, highlighted the eastern cast of forehead and eyes. Beautiful. Instinctively drawing back, she sought distance, cringed at his smarmy smile. He probably thought his good looks would overwhelm her. She frowned. Not a chance! He leaned closer, ignoring her body signals. “I’ve never encountered a female able to remain resistant to my will. You’ll be an adventure…” Willa’s pert purple-tipped breasts beaded in helpless arousal at his sultry words. Despite her body’s normal responses, she repudiated him with all her heart. Raising her arms, she pushed him away. “I don’t say the word, you krasn-head junkie. I’d rather starve!” “Sprite, we both know that isn’t true.” He cocked his head, eyeing her as if she were an intriguing bit of alien candy. “If it wasn’t the Yule season, I’d make you eat…” he licked his lips “…those words. But in the spirit of the holiday, I’ll leave you your delusions and let the insult go.” “That’s a fair exchange, Taelen, seeing I’ve let many of your insults go these last few days.” Taelen jerked back, cursing under his breath. “I wish you’d timed your entrance better, brother dearest.” “I’ll bet!” Willa snapped. Turning, she offered Brant a welcoming smile as she watched him come toward her. The sleek flowing muscles of his rangy body moved with the symmetry of a masterful symphony. Golden slitted eyes met hers, the look in them exciting her already heated libido.
“You all right?” he asked, searching her eyes for an answer. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he rubbed his palms over her skin in soothing motions. His expression hardened. “Or was my adoptive brother bothering you?” Willa threw her arms around Brant, rubbed her head against his chest. She loved the warmth of his furred muscles. “No more than usual.” Lowering her voice, she whispered in his ear. “His words made me hungry, but I crave another’s seed.” Brant ignored Taelen’s derisive laughter as he bent and licked her bottom lip. His rough tongue abraded her tender flesh. “I’m feeling a little hungry myself.” His hand swept down her bare back, cupped a gently rounded globe. Exploring, he eased one broad fingertip into the creamy well of her sex, pushed deep. Her muscles clenched about his rooting finger. “Stars, you’re wet!” Another finger joined in, stroking in and out of her drenched sex. “This little nest is so greedy it’s slobbering.” Willa knew he loved it when she slid up and down his hand, clasped his fingers the way she would soon be gripping his cock, and she rode his fingers, hissing at the thick, molten river of emotions rolling off him, inundating her senses. Drinking his pleasure eased her need while escalating her hunger. “Secure your station. Report to my cabin in fifteen minutes, Sexengineer. I’ve planned a three course meal…” Willa squirmed under his continued pumping, eyes lighting up. “Three courses, huh? That sounds… promising!” Brant leered, added a third finger. “I’ve got what feels like three full loads seething in my balls.” Willa swallowed past the lump of lust clogging her throat. Her stomach growled as she pressed against the fingers scissoring inside her. “You shouldn’t dump those loads just anywhere,” she crooned brokenly, “not when I’m volunteering three empty and willing receptacles.” With a snarl of dark need, Brant tugged her close. Keeping his fingers buried in her tight nest, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, aggressively blending their tastes as he worked her dripping flesh below. His rough tongue slid over her smooth surfaces -- rubbed against teeth and gums, flicked over the roof of her mouth and licked the tender skin behind her lips. A loud groan of male hunger sounded from the other side of the room. Willa sobbed as Brant slowly pulled away from their kiss, easing his fingers from her clinging pussy. Capturing her gaze, he swiped her body’s honey over the tips of her swollen breasts. Lowering his head, he licked and drew on her damp nipples, exchanging her pussy’s moisture with the slickness of his saliva. He added teeth and she drew a shaky breath, buried one hand in his fur. Delicately scraping his fangs against the sides of her jutting tips, he administered sharp little nips that set her gasping. She groped for his sex. His cock reacted to her sex sounds -- every moan and sigh -- by leaping under her hand, steely length flexing and twitching, blood-gorged head seeping pre-come. Willa groaned, writhing in his arms, responding to the eddies of his lustful feelings. “I’m starved,” she whimpered, “so hungry…”
“I know, baby,” he crooned, rocking her gently. “I’ll make it better. Come to my cabin.” He slowly backed away, settling her back in her chair with a last tongue swipe to both nipples. “Hurry with those security checks. I’ll be waiting in our bed.” His low, sexy tone made her insides spark. Her toes curled. “I’ll be there soon,” she promised on a gulp, reluctantly gathering her composure before turning back to the numbers flowing across her screen. Her fingers shook as they flew over her input board, charting and recording the pertinent data. When Taelen slipped off the bridge with a murmured excuse, she ignored him. Once the doors closed, she gave a relieved sigh. The male was seriously creepy.
Chapter Two
“Brant, wait up!” Taelen drew alongside his younger adoptive brother, reached a restraining hand toward his shoulder. Brant turned and cautioned him off with a warning snarl, claws extended. Taelen drew back before actually touching flesh. “Don’t be so testy. I only want a word with you.” Brant stopped in his tracks and stared at his newest pain in the ass. “I can’t believe your nerve, Taelen. The first thing you do is waltz aboard my ship and almost kill my lo -- my Sexengineer. You’re lucky I didn’t stun you and dump your uppity ass out the airlock!” The Landresi sighed. “Damn it! I only did what was --” “If necessary leaves your lips one more time, I’ll knock you on your ass,” Brant warned in a voice so gruff it rumbled through his chest. Taelen threw up his hands. “Chill out. I’m not apologizing again. You’ve ignored my first hundred. I will say… again… that Avron is too dangerous. His temper’s always been iffy, but lately he’s turned rabid. Seeing Willa’s healthy state would probably trigger one of his wrathful rages… the kind that almost ended in her death several times.” Brant couldn’t ignore the logic of Taelen’s arguments. “Damn you for making sense.” He slumped against the bulkhead and scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “All right, say it was necessary. Did you have to do it so abruptly? Frighten us -- her -- that much? I thought she was dying.” “If I’d taken the time to explain, would you have given me permission to do it?”
“Hell, no, but I still deserved a warning.” Taelen sliced his hand in a chopping gesture. “Once you said no, I would have been bound to non-action by that asinine promise Ehoneh dragged from me. It needed doing. It’s done. End of story.” Brant straightened his spine, eyes burning with renewed anger. “That right there is one of the things I can’t stand about you, that ‘I’m the authority -- I’ve spoken!’ attitude of yours.” Taelen smirked, full lips softening in an amused moue. “What’s the matter, Captain? Don’t like your chain of command threatened?” His smile faded. “Get used to it. I am a Landresid prince, with more than double your years. I am accustomed to ruling.” “Not on my ship, Landresi. I rule here.” Taelen’s head flew up, eyes sparking, and Brant braced, ready for a fight. He wished like hell the Landresi would follow through on his threatening stance. Feeling helpless or cornered always made him mad enough to destroy something. Holding Willa’s limp, unresponsive form had left him feeling more helpless, more frightened than he ever had. A good sparring match was just what he needed. He felt the need to pound something… preferably Taelen. “You’re right,” Taelen admitted. “You are the captain and I have agreed to serve under your command and obey your orders.” Instead of accepting the challenge, the prince had backed down. Mixed emotions -- anger, astonishment, disappointment -- assailed Brant. He’d really wanted that fight. Damn it and damn that contrary Landresi. “What do you want, Taelen? If you’re not going to fight, I don’t have time to trade insults with you. I have an appointment…” “Yeah, I heard… and saw. A word of warning? Don’t replenish her too much. I’ll only have to deplete her again.” Brant glared at his adopted brother, irked at having to look up to meet his placid gaze. Taelen was a big motherfucker. “Try it! I’ll rip your guts out and let Bevel play with them.” Taelen threw his hands up in the air. “Where’s your Yule spirit? Didn’t your mother teach you respect for the season?” “You know, she did, but I haven’t celebrated Yule for over six years. Not since she died along with all the rest of my family and friends. Not since I became an unwilling resident in a Corporation zoo.” “Well, isn’t it time to rekindle the spirit of love around here? Scatter some brotherly crumbs, spread some inter-species pieces, uh, I mean peace!” Brant turned to face his new, unwanted relative. “Taelen, stop, please. You’re making me nocuous.” The Landresi stuck out his tongue. “Bite me. Stop evading the issue, Brant, and concentrate on the Corporation scum we both want. I’m not your enemy.” “So you keep saying, Taelen,” Brant returned, giving the male his shoulder as he started walking away from him. “Most days, I want to believe you. Then you pull some asinine stunt and your actions speak
otherwise. There’s an ancient saying -- ‘To have friends, one must show oneself friendly.’ Take note.”
Chapter Three
The bridge portal whooshed open and Willa came barreling through. Taelen braced himself as her body slammed into his. His arms came up, grasped and steadied hers, stopping her fall. “Whoa, there! I’ve got you.” Willa jerked loose, her small body humming with anger and something else… something not disgust. Probably hunger, he decided, slowly releasing her. She backed away, hissing with displeasure. “Keep your hands off me!” “Fine!” he snarled, suddenly tired of being everyone’s whipping boy. He wasn’t used to this level of disfavor. Damned if he’d put up with any more. “I should’ve let you fall on your ass.” “Better a bruise than your touch,” she sniped, slapping the manual override to the door. “I can do without your brand of help. It’s death to my kind.” “For the hundredth time, I’m --” The bridge doors slid closed, leaving him alone, the bitter taste of another being’s hatred in his mouth. “ -- sorry!” Taelen sank into an empty seat, pounded his fist on the armrest. “Fuck it!” His mouth tightened, brow lowered. He honestly hadn’t meant to drain her so completely. Raking fingers through his thick unruly curls, he slid down in the chair. A second later, he dug in his side pocket. Agitation always made the need greater and his hands shook as he scrabbled for his supply of dried krasn. Removing a piece of fruit, he stuffed it in his mouth with almost frenzied greed. Three slices later, he licked his fingers clean, propped his elbow on the chair arm and rested his chin on his palm. He’d dulled the edge, but he badly needed to fuck. If one assigned blame, his own actions had closed off any present avenues of relief. Brant, Bevel and Willa couldn’t stand him and wouldn’t touch him or help him. They’d probably relish withholding the fucking they’d soon know he needed, opting to watch and laugh as he withered from the lack of sex. Well, the hell with that. He wasn’t going to spend the next few weeks being the Quiet Kitty’s resident pariah, on the outside looking in, left in the cold while they fucked each other to satiation. Saying sorry to those three didn’t work. He’d tried that until it stuck in his craw. So, no more apologies
-- words were cheap. What could he do to show his true remorse? How could he change their minds about him? He couldn’t even reach Willa’s mind, closed off and wary as it remained. Ah, but even closed minds can be controlled when they’re relaxed in sleep! If I render them unconscious, induce and enter their dreams… Taelen caught himself. What was he thinking? He’d promised not to use his telepathic or kinetic powers against Brant. He didn’t dare. Not to put too fine a point on it, but if he transgressed, he’d have to face his father’s displeasure. He wasn’t prepared to do that anytime soon. A moment later, he laughed aloud. Worked right, he could keep his word and wouldn’t need to do a thing to Brant -- he’d simply influence Bevel and Willa into doing it for him. Tricking Bevel into administering a sedative to Brant and Willa didn’t forswear his oath. After all, he’d never said he wouldn’t try to influence the crew. With a targeted goal, Taelen felt much better. Moving to the captain’s chair, he sat and swung the console about, locking it in place. Screens lit up, depicting various areas of the ship as he directed the location monitors to find everyone. Willa was in her quarters. It was a simple thing to kinetically lock her portal and shut off her intercom, neatly isolating her. Bevel was in the main corridor, heading for Brant’s quarters. This couldn’t be better for his plans. A small mental push sent Bevel veering off toward the galley, obedient to the planted suggestion to share a glass of doctored wine with his captain. So far so good… now for the complicated stuff! Taelen nodded, satisfied with the way things were shaping up. He called a carafe of water to him, hooked a cup out of the air with his talent. He’d need the liquid to wash down the krasn he was about to consume. Crafting this type of interactive dream took concentration and a lot of internal heat. He couldn’t afford to lose control while orchestrating the sequences. His stash bag only held twelve more pieces of fruit. If he spaced them out, taking two slices every hour, it might afford him six hours of sexual relief. Those six hours had to be enough time to accomplish his goals. Settling back, Taelen shifted into a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes, he began the difficult act of concentrating on several people at once. Aha! There they were -- Bevel and Willa -- bright sparks of heat and life displayed on his inner lids, glowing in more than living color… A shock roiled through him as his perceptions registered a third hotly flaring presence -- leveB! He’d forgotten the sentient cock. That might change things. Taelen squared his shoulders and glanced at the krasn lined up on the console. It had to be enough. He was gonna be at this awhile…
Chapter Four
When the chimes sounded, Brant struck an indecent pose. Lying naked on his bunk, legs splayed to allow his rampant cock freedom, he hollered, “Get in here, Willa. Let’s get this fucking started!” Eyes trained on the portal, he adjusted his pose so his cock -- already hard as crissrock -- reared high between his thighs. Blood, hot and volatile as sevol, careened through his veins, pooled and throbbed in the head of his penis. One clawed hand rested behind his neck, the other shredded the bedding by his thigh. He’d extended the claws for Willa, knowing how she craved the pleasure pain gave her. Marking her would heighten and extend their foreplay. As starved as she was, she should be able to take a lot of sensory input before it overloaded and spilled back on him, forcing his crisis. He’d try not to come too fast and put a premature ending to their lovemaking. “Sshould I toss my hat in before me or sshould I just be glad you are happy to ssee me?” “Bevel!” Brant rolled over and sat up. “Shit!” Snatching a pillow and plastering it to his groin, he cursed again, his erection wilting. “I thought you were Willa.” “I’m not, more’ss the pity!” The Jenari’s tongue flicked rapidly between his open lips, the agitated movements a barometer of his jangled emotions. Broad head shrouded by its collapsed hood, leveB drooped, its tentacles limp and motionless. Brant knew his disappointed reaction had caused some of his brother-in-law’s dejection. “This drooping --” he indicated leveB -- “is about more than not being Willa. What’s wrong, Bevel?” “I brought you a drink. I thought we might take a drop in memory of our loved oness. Our missing family.” “Bev… oh, shit, man.” Brant took the tray out of his slack grasp and set it on the bed. Turning back to his brother-in-law, he put his arms around him and hugged him tight. “I’m teasing and rattling on about fucking Willa when Letshya has been missing six years to the day. I’m sorry.” The Jenari returned the hug, burrowing deeper into Brant’s embrace. “Willa iss good for you. It iss jusst… ssometimess, I feel we sshall never find her, never be reunited. We ache with the loss, leveB and I…” Oh hell, I so didn’t need to hear this. Enough angst, fellas. I feel your pain honestly, but this is not getting us where we have to go. Drown your sorrows… now! Closing his lips on his tongue, Bevel shook himself and disengaged from Brant’s hold. “Enough of thiss angsst. Let uss drown our ssorrowss. I found a cassk of fressh Evass wine. I had thought it all gone.”
Bevel’s abrupt change of focus threw Brant off stride. He frowned as his second-in-command retrieved the tray of drinks from the bed. “The fresh Evas is all gone.” He took the proffered glass, held it to the light. “Landresi Ereh gave me a crate of the aged liqueur as part of the payment for the krasn. I haven’t had the chance to log it into stores yet.” The Jenari sipped judiciously, tongue tentacles lashing in appreciation. “Certainly not fressh.” He raised his glass. “To family, then… wherever they are.” “To Letshya.” With a sigh, Brant lifted his glass and held it to the light, watched the silver starbursts in the liquid sparkle and swirl. Eyesight still blurred with tears, he mistook the eddy of gold bubbles for age spots. The best Evas occasionally developed such impurities and this batch was centuries old. “To the brother that remains and to new family. Thank the Power for you, Bevel-leveB. Your presence has kept me sane.” Bevel shrugged, leveB nodded. “We sshare a twin ssoul between uss. Sspeaking of family, where iss Willa?” “She’ll be here any minute. Would you like to join us?” Bevel shook his head, ignoring the interested lifting going on below. “You know better, leveB!” He wagged a finger at his cock in admonition before turning sightless eyes toward Brant. “You and Willa need thiss time together, to ssolidify your bond. If you both wissh it, we will come back later.” Brant nodded. “I do wish it. I know Willa will, also. Give me two hours with her then return. I’ll have taken her edge off by then.” Bevel stepped up to the sensor and waited for the door to open. He turned back, head cocked at a tentative angle. “You know… now that you have bitten her, leveB can enter Willa.” Brant smiled, knowing where this was going. “Yeah, I’m way ahead of you.” “leveB wantss that very much. Sso do I. We have not been ssqueezed by hot, wet pussy for a very long time.” “I hear you. I know Willa’s been aching to get leveB in her cunt. She’ll be thrilled. In fact, why not come back in an hour and we can do her together?” Bevel’s cock and hair waved in excitement. leveB thumped against his belly three times then angled toward the door as if to say soonest left, soonest returned. Bevel giggled at his cock’s antics. “We will go and prepare lunch. We will need the nourisshment.” “Good idea, though leveB looks to be energetic enough.” Brant hoped the sex would help the Medusoid keep its minds off the pain of this anniversary. That’s more like it, boys. Taelen mentally rubbed his hands.
Now, to get Miss Willa out of her cabin…
Chapter Five
“What is wrong with this damn door?” Doggedly, Willa pried her fingertips in between the smooth seam of the portal and tugged in opposite directions. When that didn’t work, she tried again, determined to get out. Almost in tears, she slumped against the door, pounding on it in desperation. “Brant! Bevel! Answer me! Get me out of here!” Fear and rage, cold and hunger ate at her, sharpened her reflexes as they dulled her thinking. Adrenaline surged and roared through her nervous system, signaling the need for flight -- she no longer had the strength to fight. She couldn’t even get a lousy door opened. Something had happened to both Bevel and Brant. Otherwise, they’d have answered her calls. What had Taelen done? She wouldn’t put anything past him. “Taelen, you better let me out of here right now!” The door whooshed open. She fell into the hallway, landing in a heap of tangled limbs. In a flash she scrambled up and raced toward Brant’s cabin, yelling at the top of her lungs. “Brant! Bevel-leveB! I’m coming, Brant!” Two hands snatched her off her feet and swung her into a heated embrace. A laugh boomed out. “Not without me, I hope.” Sobbing thankfully, Willa climbed up Brant’s chest, examining his naked form with frantic hands and eyes, searching for an injury, for any hint of compulsion in his golden pupils. He met her anxious gaze, his eyes clear, expression indulgent. “I couldn’t get out, couldn’t get to you,” she gasped, between the frenzied kisses she peppered over his cheeks, mouth and chin. “Taelen… sneaky bastard… must have locked me in.” Brant’s chuckle vibrated the furred expanse of chest beneath her cheek. “Willa, Willa, you’re here now, in my arms. Forget about Taelen.” “I tell you, he’s up to devilment, Brant. Don’t trust him --” Bitter laughter rang out. She lifted her head and drowned under the intense scrutiny of Brant’s cat-like pupils. His eyes glowed with determination. “Honey, I don’t trust Taelen one bit.” His jaw firmed. “But I also don’t want him between us while I’m fucking you. Forget about him and concentrate on me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, locked her legs around his waist as far they would go. Beneath
her, his muscles bunched and shifted, easily upholding her slight weight. “I guess I can do that.” She trusted him. In his arms, she was safe. He’d let nothing harm her. Her fears melted into heated need. “Good.” She stroked his hair and shoulders as he strode through the open portal of his cabin, buried her hands in his dense, soft ruff as she offered her lips for a kiss. A low growl accompanied the press of his lips to hers. “Where shall we pump the first load?” Willa hummed greedily. “My mouth, please. I’m starving for a taste of you!” He sat down on the side of the bunk, eased her to her knees before him. “Then suck my cock until I come, which won’t be long. I need your mouth on me, burning me, like a planet needs the kiss of solar heat.” “Lie back and let me warm you --” “Wait. Bevel brought up some Evas wine. Swirl it in your mouth before you take me in. I think you’ll like the effects.” He retrieved the half-filled glass and held it to her lips. She opened her mouth at his urging, accepted the shining liquid. “Oooh!” A drawn out sigh escaped her. “Um, sparkly! It dances on my tongue! Thank Bev for me.” Brant widened his legs. “You can thank him yourself. He’s joining us later. He has a surprise for you. Quick, take me in, see how it feels.” Eager for the new experience, Willa dived for his cock, mouth opening wide to take in the large ruddy head. “Yes!” Brant fell back on his elbows, threw his head back and slowly pumped his hips up at her face. “Planetary stars, Willa. I can feel the wine like explosions on the head of my cock!” She couldn’t talk with his heavy erection filling her mouth. Raising her eyes, she met his loving gaze, her own filling with tears. The emotion flooding her heart was the same evident in his indulgent stare. Tenderness driving her, she rolled his balls in her palm as her lips engulfed the ridge of flesh ringing the head. Her tongue flicked the small opening, pried it open to taste the salty-sweet flavor of his silky pre-come. Willa crooned. No one tasted like Brant. leveB was tart and tingly ginger-honey, spicy and sharp on her tongue. Brant, though, was smooth, heavy vainlia and cinnaberry, creamy and warm in her mouth, smooth and fluid down her throat. Brant cupped the soft bare skin of her skull, fingers stroking her nape as she swallowed his length to the balls. His touch felt so good, so necessary. She tightened her lips around his cock and sucked, focusing on making him come. A moment later, she exulted. He shouted, gripped her head and pumped his hips at her face, pushing his
cock further down her throat with each cadenced thrust. Groaning, humping madly, he held her scalp with steely fingers. “Oh hell, here comes the first load, Willa!” *** When his balls emptied for the third time and his cock remained hard, Brant’s heart plummeted to his belly. He’d somehow ingested raw krasn. Streamers of fear wound throughout his body. Fear that he would hurt Willa with his intemperate lust. As he positioned her and plunged recklessly into her welcoming heat, he thought about killing Taelen. Get in line, little brother. Everyone wants a piece of me lately… and not in a good way. Now, it’s time for you two to sleep…
Chapter Six
Willa woke, rolled over and gazed down at her still sleeping captain. Brant lay sprawled naked before her, furred muscles relaxed, face peaceful and quiet. Poor baby, she’d worn out his magnificent ass. Ripples of satiation flowed through her as she traced a finger over his curved lips, marveling at their gentleness, recalling how masterfully they’d taken charge. These lips, this mouth had ravished her breasts, devoured her pussy, given comfort, nurture… and sparked five or six full feedings. She pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss of gratitude and a long, frilled frond fell in the way. Idly brushing it back, she tried again to touch his mouth with hers. Another lock of violet hued plumage drifted between them. What the… She reared back and up, looked down at herself and screamed. “Great Sparkle! My fronds, plumes and wings are back!” Brant snapped awake at her scream and came up on his knees, claws extended. “Willa? What’s wrong?” “Wrong? More like right! I’m in full feather!” Brant’s eyes widened. “Damn, Willa, that’s more than three loads worth! Just how often did we fuck before falling asleep?” She paused her preening to glance up at him. “Who cares? I’m fully covered for the first time in years.” “You are beautiful! Your breast fronds cover your entire breasts.” He ran his fingers through the abundant growth, flicked her hard nipples as he ruffled the feathers. Her stomach tightened with renewed lust.
“It’s so soft, but I know your nest feathers are softer.” He slid his hand down, cupped her pussy through the short tuft of down-like fronds. “By the ssighted sstoness, your wingss are magnifissent!” Willa’s head snapped around at the sound of the naked Jenari’s slurred voice coming from her other side. Brant continued to pet her, parting her swollen labia and sliding a testing finger inside her as he asked, “Where did you come from, Bev? I don’t recall you joining us.” “I haven’t come yet,” the Jenari complained. “I found you both ssleeping.” I want some pussy! I want frond-covered, hot, juicy, tight pussy now! That wasn’t Bevel’s voice. Willa and Brant both looked about, trying to discover the speaker. They finally noticed their surroundings. Brant immediately leaped into a half-crouch, claws in full extension, body in a defensive stance. Willa sank to her knees, sobbing. Beside them, Bevel-leveB stood, tentacles waving as if in a strong breeze, sightless eyes and receptors trained on Willa, not the landscape. leveB stood out in a stiff line of demand, his hooded mantle in full shroud. Kiss me, Willa. Suck me into your mouth. Then I will take your sweet, hot pussy. Willa ignored the demanding voice speaking in her head. Nothing, not even the wonder of hearing what she strongly suspected was leveB’s thoughts, could draw her mind from this miracle. She was home! “We must still be sleeping. Taelen probably drugged the Evas wine.” Brant curled his hands into angry balls, his claws digging into his palms. “I’m going to kill him.” Willa absently took one fisted hand in hers, kissed the small injury. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up yet. I have not been this complete since --” She paused, faltering as she caught sight of a clump of shrosa flowers. Tears raining down her cheeks, she wandered off to reacquaint herself with her beloved home. “Willa, baby, do you know where we are?” The worry in Brant’s voice penetrated her absorption as nothing else could have. Greedy eyes recording each beloved feature of her native planet, she knelt, fingers sinking past the stalks of verdant purple grasses, digging deep into dark blue soil. “This is my home, Brant. This is Sparkle!” She turned back to Brant and Bevel, a smile wreathing her face as her tears flowed. “Somehow, Taelen found my planet and brought us here while we slept.” Brant straightened out of his crouch, cautiously glancing in every direction. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Willa, be sensible. We can’t be on Sparkle. You said yourself, nobody knows where it is.” Willa shook off his touch and stood up. She ran over to a tall, broad tree and flung her arms about the
light blue trunk. “This is Sparkle. I know it… I can feel it in here --” She touched her chest, a new spurt of tears flooding her eyes. “Willa, this isn’t real!” Brant snapped his head around to confront his pilot. “Bevel, tell her this isn’t Sparkle.” Bevel offered advice instead. “Pinch yourself.” “What? Why?” Brant’s confused look made Willa giggle. Everything made her giggle right now. She felt giddy with happiness. “Good idea, Bevel. If it hurts, it’s real, right? So pinch yourself, Brant, see if you’re awake.” “Willa, that’s not a legitimate test of reality. While asleep, we will feel everything as if it were truly happening to us.” “That’s my point.” She reached over and pinched his arm. Hard. “Ouch!” He snatched away, frowning at her. Rubbing the red spot she’d created on his forearm, he snarled, “That hurt!” “Sleep or not, you felt that. If this is a dream then anything we do is okay. There’ll be no lasting harm and we can leave it all behind when we wake up. If it isn’t a dream, then I have found my home and father. There are so many things I want to show you, share with you…” Brant sighed, cupped her face in his hands. She covered his hands with hers. His broad, warm palms felt so good on her skin, so right. “Okay, let’s assume we’re awake. We still have to proceed with caution. How do we get in touch with your father?” Willa laughed aloud. “We are in touch right now. My father is the planet. Sparkle is a sentient world.” “You mean like leveB?” His head jerked toward Bevel. Brant’s skeptical look rankled. “Yes, like leveB, who has been talking to us since we awoke here.” She turned to look at Bevel-leveB. “What do you think about this?” “I think --” Willa is happy here. leveB will make brother’s new mate happier. Sister soul’s pussy is now ours. Bevel grinned. “Yeah, what he said.” Willa turned to Brant. “What does he mean, your new mate?” She planted her fists on her hips. “When did this happen and why am I the last to know?” Brant lifted a fist to his mouth and covered a cough. “Er… um… impulse I guess…” “You guess? Is that all you have to say?” “Brant?” Bevel’s voice wavered. “Do you see what I sense? Please tell me I am mistaken.”
“By the powers that be… Bevel-leveB, it’s Letshya!” “Letshya?” My mate! Bevel started toward the tall stately woman, his steps faltering and uncertain. leveB led the way, a divining rod held stiffly in her direction, its urgent need to reach its mate an aching throb in the forefront of Willa’s mind. “How can this be?” The disbelief in Brant’s voice held a wealth of pain. “How can you be here, now?” The woman never took her eyes off her approaching mate, but she tilted her head toward Brant, her thick brown hair swaying with her movement. “It is the season of miracles, of Yule. I was drawn here by your love -- yours and Bevel-leveB’s.” Bevel reached her by the time she finished speaking. With an anguished sob of joy, he wrapped his arms about her, holding on with all his might. Tears flooded Brant’s eyes and he swayed forward, as if he would join the reunited lovers. At the last moment he drew back, shook his head. Willa slid a hand down his shoulder, a gesture of comfort. “What’s wrong? I thought you would greet your sister.” He answered her with another shake of his head, followed by the convulsive movement of his throat as he swallowed thickly. “They deserve this time together. She’s my sister and I love her dearly, but they are mates. That’s a much deeper connection… and they’ve been apart for so long --” “Come, then and let me show you my world?” She held out her hand offering companionship. With one last glance backward, Brant nodded and tucked her hand in his larger one. He met her eyes, his own still swimming with unshed tears. “I need this time alone to talk to you, anyway. Remember when you asked me why I bit you? I told you I would tell you when I knew the answer. I know it now.” “Wait.” Willa placed her fingers across Brant’s lips, stopping his confession. Her heart swelled with a resurgence of the loving emotion she’d felt earlier. Pulse pounding with anticipation, she whispered, “I want to hear what you have to say but please wait until we get to my special place.” Brant gripped her hand tight, his voice sounding thick and tear-clogged. “Okay. Let’s tell Bevel where we are going then you can lead the way.” They turned toward the other couple and froze. Bevel and Letshya lay in the clump of soft purple shrosa, limbs entangled and mouths busy on each other’s genitals. Tears still leaking from his sightless eyes, Bevel’s long, tensile fingers held her wide as he dipped repeatedly into Letshya’s flushed pussy. A broken, needy hum reached them where they stood. Willa tightened her hand on Brant’s, wordlessly instructing him not to interrupt. “They will be all right. Nothing can harm them here.” He nodded, a small smile widening his mouth. Lips moving almost imperceptibly, he mouthed, “We won’t go far.”
Go! Leave us! leveB, with more than half his full length buried down his mate’s throat, wriggled his balls and tentacles in acknowledgement of them, but didn’t cease his decobra-like strikes in and out of his woman’s mouth. Willa couldn’t believe what she’d just witnessed. “He heard you from this distance? I barely heard you standing right next to you!” “leveB is telepathic. I suspected the possibility before, but now I am sure.” “Why haven’t I heard him before now?” Brant tapped her nose playfully. “You’ve never heard him because you are not telepathic, my little Sprite.” He lifted his head and scanned the area. “Where is this special place of yours?” “Come. It is not something I can describe. It must be experienced…” “What is this?” Brant bent his neck back and stared up and up, trying to see the top of the massive growth. He’d never seen anything so huge, so alive. Willa tugged Brant closer to a low-hanging branch. “It is… sustenance is the only word that most explains the meaning. Just place your hand here, like this -- on this lower limb and wait…” She demonstrated, almost shimmering with excitement. He followed suit, marveling at how radiant she appeared in her natural setting, all her exotic features melding into his idea of perfection. For the first time in his life, Brant thanked the powers for his cross-species mating ability. Determined never to love or open himself up to the pain of losing another person dear to him, he’d tried to resist her allure. Every day, he saw the pain his normally happy-go-lucky navigator tried to hide. His own heart echoed that sadness, reminded him how losing a loved one hurt. Despite the arguments against falling in love, he couldn’t resist Willa’s innocent magnetism. She was all he’d ever want -- smart, loving, and adventurous, sweet, loyal and devious. Best, her sexual needs were such he had no fear of overwhelming her with his own extreme passions. And she liked his Tygyr… “Nothing’s happening. What are we waiting for?” Her giggle lightened his heart and raised his spirits. “You’ll see. Just hold on a second longer…” “I’d rather hold you than some odd colored plant.” He heard her mutter what might have been, “That’s what you think!” when a flash of heat engulfed the hand in contact with the alien plant. “Arrghh!” “Be calm, Brant. Let the power flow through you. Relax and it won’t hurt at all!” Eyes clenched against the flow of stinging energy, he felt his waist encircled by Willa’s small hands and tried to unlock his spasming muscles as she’d suggested.
Between one second and the next, the power changed, accepted him. The stinging turned to caressing and suddenly the plant swallowed them both up.
Chapter Seven
The colors were dizzying, the sensations mind-blowing, intense and wildly pleasurable. The vibrant, cocooned space glowed with power and warmth. Floating on surging waves of emotional highs, Brant sighed and sagged against Willa, his body hardening with desire and fluid with satiation, all at once. A contented purr rumbled his chest, vibrated his entire body. She stated she knew nothing about Yule, yet this was it -- Rebirth… Renewal… Life and Light. “Willa!” Words escaped him. Phrases deserted him. She seemed to understand for she wrapped her arms about him, snuggling close to his back. One hand coasted down and gripped his jutting cock. The other palmed his tight sac. “In here, we can become truly one. If you want that…” Tears flooded his eyes. “I do, Willa. More than I can tell you.” Her lips brushed his shoulders, stroked calm and acceptance into his flesh. “Show me. Take me, Brant. Fuck me like you love me, like you mean it.” “Like I’ll never let you go,” he added, shifting and turning so he could settle her in his lap. His hardness butted against her soft nest fronds. Tilting his hips, he nudged the short feathers aside, exposing her fuchsia labia and deep purple opening. “You smell delicious. I bet you’ll taste like soft, sweet, sticky Yule candy on my tongue.” Willa shuddered. “Just thinking about your rough Tygyr’s tongue on me, scraping my clit…” She shuddered again. Moisture slid out of her pussy to glisten in her dampening tuft. “Hurry! Taste me.” She bit her lip and angled her neck, offering her soft skin to his sharp teeth. “Bite me like you did before.” A growl of need escaped him as he gazed down at her, eyes flashing over the treasure spread before him. He opened his thighs, widening her legs for a better view of her sex. Driven by fascination, he slowly reached out and palmed her mound, curling one broad finger into her small, tight entry. Her muscles clamped down on his finger. The heat and tightness felt incredible and he added another digit, forcing her flesh to accept his intrusion. The small panting sighs and the way her muscles rippled and quivered told him she enjoyed his slight roughness. “Good?” “Mhmm-hhmm, so good!”
“Come up on your knees so I can get my fingers deeper. Move your hips for me, baby… I want to feel your tail feathers brushing my cock and balls.” The first brush tickled, made him shift beneath her and accidentally drive his fingers too deep. Her hips bucked forward, avid for a repeat of the painful pleasure. “Again, Brant! Harder!” Brant brushed her mouth with his, gave her a hint of teeth. “I love your greed for me. I’m just as greedy. Lean back and grip my ankles. I want your breasts.” Willa stretched back, body bowed into a perfect arch. Pert breasts lifted high, sharp little nipples presented for his taking. “Yeah,” Brant purred, bending to accept her offering, “like that.” His mouth closed over the first tip, sucked up the tender morsel, pulled on it hard, straining the stiff flesh between his incisors, threatening pain, promising pleasure. Her sharp cries music to his ears, he moved to the next nipple, gave it the same treatment. All the while, his fingers surged in and out of her hot nest, thumb riding her clit, stroking, stroking, stroking… She shuddered around his fingers, clamped down hard enough to restrict his movement in her. Her response sent desire raging under his skin. A wave of pure lust scalded his nerves. His pulse stuttered and skipped, pounded for love of this petite being that held his heart in her tiny hands. He pulled his hand away and cupped her cheeks, turning her face up to his. “I want total joining with you. The last time I mated you as a Tygyr was an accident. This time, I want your permission to mount you in my true form.” Willa smiled up at him, her eyes soft with acceptance. “There is no need to change. In this place, we can only be our true selves. Look down.” Brant followed her gaze and saw his cock jutting between them, covered with lethal looking, fully distended hooked barbs. Beneath the bottom edge of his cock, a wickedly curved hook of hard flesh -designed to enter the womb of his mate and latch on, assuring the opening couldn’t close against the outpouring of his seed -- protruded beyond his leaking head. He lifted his eyes and locked gazes. “Sit on me, ride me. Decide how much to take, how deep.” A grin split her pretty mouth, a flash of white teeth peeked at him as she rose up and rocked forward, seating his cock at the entrance of her wet cleft. “That’s easy! I want all of you, strong and hard and fast.” With an excited, happy grunt, she dropped down on his rearing cock, taking him as deep as he would go. A roar split the air as Brant’s arms swept around her, his head nestled in the bend of her neck as she rode him furiously. Beneath his cheek, her skin felt warm and soft, smelled like home… rich and fragrant -- precious. He fought to hold back, to hold on to his eroding control, willing her to take him at her own pace, wanting her pleasure above his own. Her hands ghosted over his face, plucking his emotions through his skin. “Let go… become one with me,” she urged, reaching to take his lips. Encouraged by her words, surrounded by her heat, her smell and her taste, he closed his eyes and sank
beneath the whirling landscape of his thoughts. Met her in the depths of their shared passion and suddenly, he felt his/her nest stretched tight by his/her cock. He/she rode the knife’s edge of pain and pleasure as the barbs caught in sensitive flesh to be ripped free as he/she drew out only to surge back in, repeating the movements, increasing the ecstasy, feeling what she felt, knowing what she knew… even as he was known. Together, joined in body and mind, they fell into the heat of a sun gone nova. Sorry, folks, I’d hoped to make this last longer for you but I’m all played out…
Chapter Eight
The bulb of the shrosa plant -- its nodes flushed a bright wash of multihued purples and indigoes -opened and gently dumped them out. In an equal exchange, it had fed off their orgasms while sustaining their life force in its oxygen-rich interior. Brant stood and shook himself, looked over at Willa in wondering disbelief. What a ride! She stood and shimmied, unfurled and flapped her wings to remove the dusting of pollen gathered while in the heart of the flower. “It was, at that.” He gasped. “You heard me!” She froze, cocked her head. “Well, yeah. We are one now.” You can hear me too, can’t you? We’re not telepathic! How is this happening? Willa laughed. “We weren’t telepathic -- might still not be with others, but between us, there are no longer any barriers.” “This is… a little disconcerting.” “Tell me about it,” she replied, coming over to take his hand. An electric shock traveled up his arm and settled in the region of his heart. His grip tightened. “I figure we’ll get used to it.” He caught the sideways glance Willa slid his way. “You think?” Brant sighed. “A Sh’Bahkyr can hope!” “Brant! Willa!”
“Bevel -- we’re over here!” Brant tugged on Willa’s hand, dragging her as he took off at a ground-eating sprint. Willa’s feet left the earth as she spread her wings, letting them support her as she trailed slightly above and behind him. Fear for his brother-in-law lending speed to his feet, he wondered how he could have forgotten all about Bev? They found the Jenari standing alone where they’d left him, cock and tongue dangling in lifeless dejection. Alarmed at his sister’s absence, Brant spun in a circle, looking for her, a sense of dread tightening his muscles, squeezing his heart. “Bevel-leveB, where’s Letshya?” “Sshe iss gone.” Willa touched his shoulder. “I am sorry to hear that, Bevel. I wanted a chance to talk with her. She is a beautiful woman.” Both men exchanged amused glances before chuckling at her. “What’s so funny?” Head snapping left and right, she glared at the two men. Brant answered her question. “It’s only, Letshya looks nothing like she appeared. You were seeing her ‘true’ self, as you explained to me.” Willa’s brow furrowed. “Okay, I can understand that, but where did she go?” “Sshe jusst faded away.” “Faded away? You mean…” “She was only part of the dream,” Willa broke in. “Taelen must be tiring.” “Or running out of krasn,” Brant added bitterly. He had forgotten this entire series of events was part of a dream sequence somehow engineered by the Landresi prince. “He hass ussed uss!” Bevel cried, anger at his renewed loss plain on his grey face. “We were puppetss danssing about for hiss ssalaciouss pleassure!” “Perhaps,” Willa conceded, looking pensive, “yet I think not. I believe this was Taelen’s way of saying… sorry.” “Please!” Brant snorted. “I don’t buy that for a second.” “Think about it,” Willa insisted. “It may have been for a short while, but we all got what we wanted. Bevel-leveB, you spent time with your lost mate. Brant, you and I experienced closeness only possible on my home planet and I…” She glanced about her, tears springing to her eyes. More and more of the landscape disappeared, faded into the familiar boundaries of the cavernous docking bay. “For a short time, I was home.” Brant put his arms about her and led her toward their cabin. “There’s only one thing wrong with your scenario, babe. Bevel had another wish, one that wasn’t granted.”
She twisted around to face the plodding Jenari. “Really, Bevel? What was your wish?” Brant leaned over and whispered in her ear. A smile blossomed on her face, lit her eyes. “Well, Taelen’s gift dream has ended, but who says I can’t offer a Yule gift of my own?” With a flirty flash of her naked bottom, Willa sprinted down the corridor. “Last one to the cabin gets the tail feathers, not the nest!” The sound of laughter and heavy male feet pounding the deck echoed through the ship. On the bridge, Taelen tiredly wiped his brow after giving a cursory check to the unmanned consoles. All lights were green. With a grunt of effort, he rose from the command chair and lifted his drinking glass in a toast. “Here’s to you, Brant, Willa, Bevel and leveB. May all your dreams come true!” Exhausted, he made his solitary way to his cabin. If the krasn proved kind, he’d have a dream or two of his own…
The End… For Now. Stay tuned for the next episode of Tales of the Quiet Kitty
Tales of the Quiet Kitty 3: Naked Secrets
Nya is a Sprite stripped of everything -- power, passion and plumes. All she has left is her secret knowledge of the whereabouts of the planet Sparkle, and she is prepared to take that secret to her grave. When a daring rescue removes her from the clutches of the Corporation, Nya and her jailor find themselves among people who have an agenda of their own. Can she trust Willa, a Sprite like herself? What of Taelen’s plans? The Landresi prince’s need may be her salvation… if she isn’t killed by the Quiet Kitty’s own crew once they learn her companion’s identity.
Camille Anthony
A California native, Camille Anthony now lives in the beautifully wild Low Country of South Carolina. A fertile imagination and a love of Sci-Fi/Fantasy Romance fuel her writing, which she has been doing since grade school. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race or planet of origin -- who are driven by love and lust to find and hold that one special someone. Camille likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot! She loves to hear from her readers. You can email her at CamilleAnthony@CamilleAnthony.com. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated.