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EARTHLY POSSESSION readings...
Name: KHEYRA BAAL Mission: To find an alpha mortal and
experience real sex for once in her life. Clothing: Whatever it takes, including a pair of damned wobbly stiletto shoes. To do list: ******************************************************** Before escaping Dattar, Kheyra wrote this letter to her estranged brother. Dearest Dargon: By the time you get this, I will be long gone. Most likely, I’ll be dead. Forgive me for not telling you anything about my plan. You were the only one I wanted to confide in, but I could not take the chance of endangering you. If my protocols withstand scrutiny, this should reach you long after the interrogation. If you’d known anything about my escape, they would have gotten it out of you, one way or another. People have been disappearing. I believe I know why, and I just couldn’t take the risk you might be one of them. I am a submissive, Dargon, and I can’t go on pretending to be otherwise. They’ve chosen me a husband, but I refuse to spend the rest of my eternity living a lie. I cannot marry a man I know deep down could never satisfy me. How could anyone satisfy me if I don’t know what it would take to feel satisfied? I’d rather die trying to figure it out. That’s why I’m going to Earth. If everything we know about Earth is true, one of their males should be able to give me what I’m looking for. I’d like to be happy with a man, sexually, at least once before they find me. The calculations show I have about five days after landing before the posse tracks me down, maybe more, if I immediately travel far from the landing site, but the point of going to Earth is not to run and hide, but quite the opposite. I wish I could have told you the truth about myself sooner, but you’ve been so withdrawn after your initiation. I’m so sorry, Dargon. You should have waited. Why did you rush into it a whole decade before they would have come for you? I can’t imagine what they did to you. It must be so much more difficult for a man. I could hardly stand to watch how experienced men were humiliated at my initiation. Your first time… I’m afraid. You were always the strong one, but I’m afraid they might have broken you. Please, don’t let them. Please. You must survive this. Find a way. Once I’m gone, they’ll probably erase every record of my existence. The enclosed files will be the only remaining proof. Be careful. If they’re discovered in your possession, who knows what they’ll do. If by some chance they bring me back, you cannot tell me that you know any of this. You cannot trust me. I do not know what they’re capable of, but nothing would surprise me. One of the two attached files contains the details of my escape. The protocols will probably be changed as soon as my escape destination is discovered on the ship’s log, but I still wanted you to know how I did it. The second file is the record of my initiation. I don’t know why I wrote it at the time because there wasn’t a single fraction of that experience that I want to remember. I haven’t read it since, but I have to share it with you because it is the only recorded truth about who I really am. Someone must know what they did to me and to the men who were there. The files are encrypted, but you know the key. Remember where we used to meet and the dream you had. Keep these files safe and remember me as I might have been. I want to be free to submit to a man. I want to know what it’s like to be possessed. If a miracle happens, and I survive, I’ll keep a record of my experiences at the following path: http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419908873 Forgive me for leaving you and please take care. I love you. Your sister, Kheyra ******************************************************** The club’s drumbeat pulsed through misty air. Kheyra took a languid breath, hoping to decipher every one of some dozen flower scents woven into the ocean breeze. Earth smelled so rich. Even Angelinos chattered about the abundance of flowers after the record winter rainfall. The scents on Dattar were so different. Everything was different. Kheyra looked at her clothes, smiling. It was still hard to believe she was here. No way would she be wearing anything so revealing back home. The pale blue sequined top barely reached her navel. The black leather mini-skirt molded to her ass like second skin, and the spiderweb black hose… Okay, maybe those were a bit much, but they worked. Earth’s males needed so little to get interested. Her parents would probably hemorrhage if they saw her, and Morna, the planet’s matriarch, would have her committed, or worse. Wearing something so cheaply provocative tarnished Kheyra’s family stature and her class as an alpha female on a planet of beta males. Kheyra waited for her latest dance partner in the alley adjoining the club. He wasn’t exactly the alpha male she’d come to find but he certainly stirred her appetite. With that starved look, and the stiff erection jammed against her crotch, he all but had sex with her right on the dance floor. Kheyra reeled with the discovery. On Dattar, all males were submissive and meant to stay that way. They offered themselves to the dominant females in whatever kind of sexual or other submission the female demanded. Only Kheyra wasn’t a dominant. She’d suspected from the very beginning. Her initiation partner, hand-picked by Morna, had gone down on one knee in the offering ritual. Kheyra commanded positions, told him what, when and how much in every variation she could think of, but even though he worked hard to obey, the climax left her hollow. Nothing had changed since. Other women so relished being dominant that Kheyra never dared confide in anyone, not even her brother Dargon. They used to be so close but something happened to Dargon. He hardly ever saw her anymore. Then the dreams came. The things the man did… He moved her body until the lust ached and she begged like a child for the full taste of pleasure. She’d lived on those dreams for years, until Morna announced Kheyra’s marriage to an appropriate male from an important family. When you lived forever, dreams eventually faded, but forever was a long time to be sexually frustrated. Kheyra couldn’t object to the marriage, of course. She obeyed her family, law and tradition, but she was tired of pretending. A part of her hid locked up somewhere and she had to know what it was. She had to experience true passion at least once. She wanted to be seduced by an alpha and give herself all the way, in every way he asked. She could tell no one, though. From time to time, females disappeared. No one dared to ask where, but in the throng of hushed voices, the word “submissives” stood out like the threat of plague. Only on Earth, where most males were sexually dominant did Kheyra stand a chance of discovering a submissive’s pleasure. She had little time, though. The encrypted transportation logs would eventually be hacked, and the trajectory of the missing ship would point to Earth. She swayed toward the corner to the beat of the drums and the staccato of high heels. No doubt letting her wait was a part of the game. She peeked at the entrance in case he was looking for her then strolled back into the shadows. Although the guy made all the right moves, his presumption of her readiness, even though she was more than ready, mentally anyway, gave her pause. She imagined a man who guided her from cold to explosive in slow-burning agony of desire, not a guy interested only in a quick score. She’d play along for now to see how it went. In any case, her latest selection made a good learning sample, just like all the others in the last few days. The more she learned, the more certain she became about exactly what she wanted. If she was going to die for it, she would at least die satisfied. The man appeared around the corner and sauntered toward her. Kheyra approached, aware of the man’s eyes on the gliding motion of her hips. She wanted to jump up and down, laughing. Being the object of a man’s desire more than pumped up the volume of blood through her veins. “There you are, gorgeous,” he drawled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I was afraid you’d changed your mind.” His hand coasted to her ass and splayed on it possessively before he shoved her against his erection. Kheyra gasped. A quiver ran between her legs. Only a dominant would do something like this. “I’ve been waiting,” she said. Only she didn’t want him in that way and she couldn’t figure out why. She only hoped that she’d run into the right guy soon. Only five days tops remained before the posse found her. No Dattaran was ever allowed to set foot on Earth although they studied it extensively as an example of what happened to a planet ruled by dominant males. With his hand on her ass, the man led her deeper into the alley, behind a dumpster. His heartbeat punched in time with the muted drums, and Kheyra relished the telltale sign of his excitement. Even at the peak of exertion, vampire hearts beat so slowly. He dragged her against the wall and grabbed her breasts with both hands. A bit too rough but her nipples still responded. He kissed her neck and licked a hot trail to her ear. “Babe…” he groaned. “I can’t wait…” His hand slipped under the hem of the skirt then up over to edge of her stocking until it molded to her bare buttock. “Sweetheart…” he groaned at the discovery she wore no panties and snaked his hand between her legs, right to the parting of her vaginal lips. The invasive gesture shocked. It shouldn’t be like this. It was too soon. She wanted… Not this. “No…” she croaked and pushed against his shoulders. He pinned her harder against the wall. His fingers parted her, pushed inside her. Kheyra winced at the rough intrusion. He pulled away just enough to unbutton himself and shove his pants to his mid-thighs, exposing his penis. She grabbed both his shoulders and leered into his face. “I said ‘No’!” In a lightning move, she twisted him around to trap him against the wall. He laughed, pushing back to regain the upper hand, but he couldn’t move an inch against her superior strength. His face twisted, his mouth gaped open to protest, but she slapped a hand to shut him up and buried her fangs in his neck. He wiggled and strained but he was going nowhere. When she drank her fill, she looked into his bewildered face and licked off the traces of blood from her lips. “Sorry…” She smiled. “You are not what I’m looking for.” She released him but he stood paralyzed with fear. She waved dismissively. “Go!” He flinched but kept staring. Well, she had no interest in killing him. How messy! No more point to leaving bodies around than wearing unnecessary undergarments. On Dattar, vampires fed from each other for survival as well as pleasure. Well, if he wasn’t going to leave, she certainly was. Time flew and the club teamed with potentials. She moved around the dumpster when a man descended upon her victim. Kheyra froze in her tracks. He came out of nowhere, from above. The intruder tossed the man around and plunged his fangs into the mortal’s neck. Impossible. The noise from her heart deafened her. It never beat this fast in her whole immortal life. Impossible… Vampires didn’t exist on Earth, except in myths and stories that Dattarans had planted for their amusement. But those were just stories. Yet, this man actually plummeted from the sky to capture his prey. Kheyra wanted to run but she could only stare. While he drank, the vampire’s gaze caught hers. Now she knew what ice felt like because his nutmeg eyes cut her like frozen spears. Kheyra prayed for the sudden miracle of teleportation to take her straight back to Dattar. Too late… The vampire shook the mortal man until their gazes locked. He held him that way for an agonizing minute then shoved him away. The mortal stumbled past her with a blank and bewildered expression as if he never even saw her. Before she had time to face the vampire again, he grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air. She struggled to inhale against his bone-crunching grip. “What are you doing? Release me! Right now!” “I’d rather that you pipe down and pay attention.” The gruff tone commanded obedience. She would have fought except that his tight grasp proved he was stronger than her. Much stronger. If she weren’t a vampire, he could probably crush her bones. Impossible… On Dattar, females were at least three times stronger than males. He flew high over the city where he stopped and hovered. He unhooked one of his arms from her waist and pointed to the streets below. Kheyra gasped and reached for the sides of his thighs. Only one arm. How long could he hold her like that? Who was he? Where did he come from? Were there others? Why were Dattarans led to believe that vampires on Earth were only fiction? And he was so strong. “Stop it and pay attention! See that intersection there?” He pointed east. “That’s Franklin and Wilton.” His finger skimmed southeast. “From there, past Hollywood Cemetery and the studio to Wilton and Melrose, then to Melrose and Highland, and back to Highland and Franklin. Less than two square miles and they’re my hunting ground. Stay out.” He shifted into a free fall so fast that all blood rushed to Kheyra’s head. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Both his arms were around her again, but she still felt the need to hold to his forearms. Muscles tightened beneath her grasp, a lot of muscles. Her hand skimmed up his arm, feeling them. “Bugger!” he cursed, setting her to the ground with a teeth-rattling thud. “Just stay away from my territory,” he bellowed, pronouncing ‘territory’ with such a delightful accent that Kheyra couldn’t take her eyes off him. When she started learning English, she was fascinated with its multitude of accents. At some point, she could identify a good number of them, and she was certain she recognized the shaved o’s and softened r’s. British! Of course. Fear took an instant back seat to fascination. “How old are you?” she uttered. His scowling gaze traveled from her sequined top and bulging breasts, down her exposed midriff, to her mini skirt. Her body temperature must have jumped four degrees before his mocking gaze rose to meet hers. Those light brown eyes seared her breath. Even his face looked strong with high cheekbones, square lines, deep-set eyes, and they held her captive until she had to command herself to stop staring. But why should she? He was a vampire—an Earth vampire, stronger than her. The only soft thing about him was his long black hair, which enticed her to run her hand through it and find out how far down his back it reached. He raised an eyebrow. “How old am I?” He shook his head. “Listen, I don’t give a damn who in the bloody hell you are, just tell me what born-yesterday idiot sired you so I can rip out his heart and stop him from making more harebrained fools.” Sired? What did he mean? “I…” she stammered. He waved her off. “On second thought, I don’t care to know. Just be gone.” He turned away. “Who do you think you are, talking to me in this way?” she shouted. Earth vampires may not care about manners of civilized society, but she would still not allow him to talk down to her. Faster than a blink of an eye, he had her pinned to the wall, his eyes flaming with blood, his fangs glinting in a rabid snarl. She tested her muscles to their limits by pushing at him. Few Dattar females could match his strength. His head came down and he tore into her neck. Kheyra nearly fainted from the rush of heat. He was so savage, so in control. Instead of pushing, she grabbed and clung. His fangs were in her flesh, her blood was flowing into him. She could hear the hum and it shimmered right down to her clitoris. On top of her, the vampire exhaled in sharp bursts while drinking more, faster. Her awareness dimmed, her strength waned. No one had taken that much blood from her before. She should be terrified. Instead, she savored the most amazing arousal of her life. This was the alpha male she had traveled light years to find. He drew away from her neck. Kheyra’s head fell forward. If he let go, she would crumple to the ground from a toxic blend of weakness and lust. But he didn’t let go. His grip tightened. “I am Deacon Quincy,” he announced. “I talk as I please, and it would please me not to have to repeat myself. Staaayyy awaayy!” ******************************************************** To read more, download Earthly Possession for $5.20 at: |
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