Thursday, November 19, 2020

Only Real Men Allowed In Wolf Peak

 

 

Introducing Razor... this pic is similar to his physical appearance sans the beard. 

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

 

 Mid-November Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers. 

So, today I heard it was International Men's Day. Unlike the wimpified, pussified so-called soy-boy males being celebrated... well, oh hell yeah! Only real men are allowed in Wolf Peak Territory. As merely one example of real men, here's the first chapter of a recent WIP, very unedited. Of course, I'd hoped to finish and publish another ShapeShifter Seduction erotic romance, but nope, life isn't cooperating at all.


Wolf Peak Territory, Montana 


The small town of Moonrise Lake, Montana ... home to shapeshifters of all types and stripes... and to supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind.

Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality meet and mate during the ferocious heat of passion, during erotic pleasures—and during the inferno of love, of lust.  

 

Introducing Razor ~ Zratliff Durston III, the third ~ Freedom Rider ~ Razorback Boar Shapeshifter  

His family are an Arkansas dynastic family who own most of Hot Springs, Arkansas, but behind the scenes. Given they are tougher, they keep the mafia in check. Razor loves his family, but has gone outlaw, or on his own, letting his brothers and sisters take over the operations.


Chinese Year Of The Brown Earth Pig
February 5, 2019~February 24, 2020

Chapter One

"Yeehawwwww!" Razor bellowed against the icy-cold wind. "You'll never catch me, little pig cops!" The strength of his voice matched the thunderous roar of the giant bad-ass Harley he rode. 


Growling above the scream of several sirens behind him, Razor leaned forward, and kicked up his speed. He shot like a bullet onto the twisty highway that would take him most of the way to the Last Bite Lodge. The backwoods biker bar was in shapeshifter country. 


"Gotta love it," Razor grunted to himself. Slowing, then zooming up the highway's steady incline, he taunted the officers trying to chase him down. 


Tech-modified beyond anything James Bondian, the black and chrome chopper eclipsed any capability of local law enforcement. Including the chase drones. And, including if they used satellites to track him. 


"Time to get the squealing, black and white piglets off my ass." With a press of his thumb, both he and the Harley were enveloped inside an invisibility shield.
The plasma-magnetic field also cut off the wind. Warmth surrounded Razor immediately. Not that he cared so much, given his body's metabolism adjusted to frigid temperatures. 


Once the wailing sirens ceased, the patrol cars breaking off the chase, Razor slowed to cruising speed. He scanned his instrument panel, given his enemies were legendary. So far, though, nothing else to battle. 


As Razor negotiated the forest road in the fading light of twilight, he allowed himself to think of her. Khryssa. The woman had Sophia Loren curves, the exotic face of her half elfin heritage, and piles of coppery auburn hair he longed to run his fingers through as he made hedonistic love to her.  


Khryssa also possessed plenty of spirit and spunk. Her firebrand defiance of his mating courtship of her drove Razor lusting wild. 


The big bad truth, the woman just plain made him stud crazy. 


Khryssa kept claiming she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet snort, her female scent beckoned him to like one of those singing Sirens. 


These days the more-than-gorgeous woman plagued him during his mission-ops for Dante, the alpha wolf leader of their enormous shifter community.  
Hell's mud, his body hardened already. His cock was like a damn flagpole. 


Once Razor entered the dome-shaped, electronic web that protected the Last Bite Lodge, he switched off the chopper's invisible-making tech. Even being deep in  winter, several rows of top-dollar and custom-ride motorcycles sat side by side in the parking area, along with various heavy-duty pickups, many expensive four wheelers, and a few snow-worthy cars. 


'Course the winter snows hadn't buried them yet, and Dante made certain the crew kept the logging road clear enough for travel. Well off the beaten track, the structure above ground looked like a typical biker bar, only larger than most. 


As he passed by, Razor saluted the bar. Yeah good-time hell, he was home again. 


Astride his beast Harley, roaming the country from sea to shining sea was his thing. But there was nothing like coming home to Wolf Peak Territory, Montana. Yep, it was like a boar rolling in springtime's green grassy heaven--in clover as the saying went. 


At his slow-rolling approach, the door slid open, and Razor  coasted inside his private garage. The huge, ten foot high boulder had been hollowed out. His bike tools, parts, and equipment were shelved on either side. Neatly, of course. 


Whisper-silent, the door shut, and lighting flooded the compact area. Dismounting, Razor threw his leg over the back of his trusty Hawg Heaven—as he'd affectionately named the bike. He removed his super-spy helmet placing it next to what he called the scanner. Instantly, an array of tiny, variously colored lights flashed on. 


On auto, the scanner would do a complete diagnostic of his helmet and the Harley. In the morning he'd check what needed to be fixed, tuned, or repaired. Likely there would be more spy-gadget upgrades. 


Razor shed his leathers and boots in record time. Given he'd showered not that long ago, he grabbed his dressier jeans, pulling them on.  Next he slung on his *good ole boy* shirt, buttoning it up fast. After  changing his weather-proof socks for a silkier pair, he slid on his fanciest black biker boots. 

  
With a grunt, he appraised his large face in the small mirror. Yeah, some stubble, but some women liked that look. He didn't know if Khryssa did or not. Razor swiped a comb through his shoulder-length hair until the fair-colored, red-tinted strands behaved well enough. 


He'd never lacked the company of a woman, whenever he wanted. Many went gaga and gooey-eyed over his large, tall muscular build, superior to most men. But they weren't Khryssa. 


Razor strode through the short hidden tunnel, hungry for a hearty meal and thirsty for a giant mug of lager beer. But mostly he was stud-desperate to find Khryssa. Tonight she'd be at the bar, working her shift. 


After palming the security eye, as it was known, Razor shoved open a large steel door, and moved inside the tunnel-like storage room that was next to the bar's busy kitchen. Sounds familiar to him, the clanging of pots and pans, the endless sizzle of the grill...yeah, home. 


"Razor, good to see you back, big bro." The guard on duty, one of Dante's many  relatives, grabbed Razor's hand briefly pumping it. 


"Darthuz, how's it hanging?" 


"Long and hard. The ladies can't resist." 


Razor shot his huge fist toward the top of Darthuz's head, roughly rubbing the twenty year old's hair. 


"Hey, stop that brutish behavior." Darthuz imitated the wussy voice of those called soy boys in current American slang. He grabbed hold of Razor's forearm, tussling like a wimp. 


"Where's Dante? Tell me and I'll let go." 


"Boss wolf will be here in about an hour. He told me he needs an immediate meeting with you, freedom Hawg rider." 


"Got it. I'll be around, wolf boy." Razor strode past Darthuz. The hearty food aromas caused his stomach to growl. It'd been awhile. 


"Pile the chow up high, Hal," Razor hollered to the night's head cook.  


"Slinging hash is my game my only game." Hal laughed at what he believed to be his cleverness. The diner cook had settled in Wolf Peak several years ago. Being human he'd adapted to the shifter-supernatural community surprisingly well. 'Course, Daisy had a whole lot to do with it. The half-breed Pomeranian dog shapeshifter doted on him. 


A man on a mission of love and lust, Razor shouldered his way through the rowdy patrons in the main bar, only pausing to bump fists, and slap biker friends on the back. 


"Lager?" Charisse, one of the wench servers, yelled over the jukebox's blaring, thumping-metal music. 


"The usual, Charisse. Thanks. Headed back to Pirate's Cove." 


The Last Bite Lodge had many party rooms now, having greatly expanded since Dante first built the original biker bar. That was some nine years ago.
 

Razor caught a whiff of her delicious womanly scent. Khryssa. Bristling with the wild need of his shapeshifter boar side, Razor charged inside the Pirate's Cove. There she was, the woman of his every fantasy. 


He stopped in his tracks, silently snorting, staring like a besotted fool. Because hell-bellowing yeah, he was absolutely besotted. Razor shoved his hands in the pockets of his cowboy denims. 


He couldn't go cave man-boar. Capture her, throw her over his shoulder. Carry her off. That wouldn't win Khryssa's heart. 


Before she became aware of his presence, Razor soundlessly slid into the nearest open booth. He was darn good at it, despite his size. Spycraft did that.

Watching Khryssa like a voyeur, he ogled her beautiful bountiful breasts, on display above the tight black corset. Down, buddy, he told his impatient cock. Gotta woo her first.  

 
Khryssa served up tall tankards of ale to the patrons, a dang throng of them. She wore an adorable wench's outfit that had his tongue almost hanging out, especially whenever the woman bent over showin' her cleavage. 


Hell yeah. Warning! Dangerous Curves Ahead. 


She wasn't top heavy, though. Razor had no humpin', ridin' appetite for those women. No, he wanted his hands surroundin' that small waist of hers. He wanted to plunder her round gorgeous hips, her sexy generous ass with his stroking hands. 


A man could feel her ass. Yeah, fill my hands, babe.  

Khryssa bent over, and Razor had a perfect view of her shapely derriere, as the Frenchies said. And those full luscious thighs of hers... 


"There you are, Razor." Charisse cheerily spoke as she placed his favorite Lager before him. "I should have known." She winked. "Dinner will be here soon, handsome. How was your trip? Everything okay on the freedom circuit?" 


"Gettin' larger everyday. Lots of freedom lovers out there. We're pullin' together more and more. Humans and the rest of us." Razor told her what he could. 


"Good to hear, Razor. I pray everyday." 


"Me too, honey." 


Charisse gave him a sweet smile and departed. 


The Pirate's Cove had become a favorite hangout for many in Wolf Peak Territory. And those outsiders who knew about the deep-woods, party-like-a-pirate tavern. But then, the biker bar itself remained popular as ever with the renegade types, the highway warriors, and those who craved the freedom of riding on the open road. America was grand that way, in Razor's opinion. 

 

He lifted the mug, larger than his ham-sized fist. Downing a big ole swallow, Razor fully tasted the cold brew. Soon enough though, he'd quaffed half the specialty beer.
 

Damn, it had been a long, hard day. And a difficult mission. 


Razor had to grin as he slowly scanned the crammed-in crowd. Outrageous pirate gear, and beyond-flamboyant costumes. There were several colorful parrots, actually shapeshifters—they'd perched themselves atop of many a brawny shoulder. 


A few of the parrots wore a pirate's Tricorne hat. Yep, Piedros had donned his eyepatch, too. Razor grunted a laugh. 


"Boss wolf," he boomed. Dante joined him, a tankard filled to the brim in one hand. 


"Boss Hawg," Dante wolf-affectionately growled. "We got some serious jawin' to do." He gave a nod toward Khryssa. "That is, before you go chasin' after that lovely wench." 

 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Steam Hop With His Winged Filly #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg

 

 


Welcome To Wolf Peak Territory, Montana

Home to shapeshifters of all types and stripes, to supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind, and also to many humans.

Enter the Shapeshifter and Supernaturals Towns of Moonrise Lake, Green Buffalo, and Sunrise Prairie.

Howls and Yowls, Welcome To the Interspecies Pleasure Club, an enormous subterranean complex.

 ~~~This is my fictional world where I Dare To Dream My Wildest Desires Into Existence ©~~~

 

 
Keina, the Heroine In Flight, In Her Pegasus Form

 Welcome everyone, since WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL is Thanksgiving Day-themed, I'm featuring this erotic romance for the Steam Blog Hop. The sexcerpt is the second one in this post. Because this is a fictional world I offer the blurb, etc.--and the first excerpt.

May you have the most wonderful Thanksgiving ever!





A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance Novel 
 
A passion that cannot be denied...

A woman banished from her realm...

A man who will fight for love no matter the cost...

 
Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl.
Will they live happily ever after?
In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible.

 
 BLURB:

Drev Zander, ex super-soldier, built a new life in Wolf Peak Territory. His traumatic past is fading. On the Guardian Team, he battles sinister enemies threatening the shapeshifter community. After a mysterious Pegasus ruins his T-day plans, Drev finds the woman he's been waiting for. Will she rule his heart?

Keina Svonj, winged horse shifter, is banished from her realm—the dastardly Prince has convinced the King. Flying above the Montana forest, Keina interferes with a hunter. She mind-melds with him, and realizing her mistake, makes amends. Passion explodes between them. Love follows. Will Drev save her from a forced marriage? 


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Warning: Unbridled passions, including whipped cream and pumpkin pie. Yes, absolutely, there's adult language and explicit sexuality, including black leather and a riding crop.
Also...
Super-soldier action scenes. Exotic weaponry. A massive drone attack on Wolf Peak Territory by the Ophylus, the secret, octopus-like cabal determined to exterminate every last shifter on planet Earth.
But watch out! The Peak's dragons have their own scorched drone policy.
And...
A large cast of secondary characters, from a real-estate agent witch who spies for Dante, the territory's alpha wolf leader—to Dugger, a dingo dog shifter from down under.


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Chapter Three:
The Blue-Sky Blues

I've got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.

Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering  mad scientists...well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.

Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.

Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.

For the fourth time now, she'd been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.

No good deed goes unpunished, as she'd heard on Earth.

Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.

Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she'd refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she'd clouded the minds of the court judges.

This time, though...double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King's terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.

Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal.

...love will find you...his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she'd watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.

Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.

Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.

Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.

They'd practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff's grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she'd whirled out of reach.

But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.

Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She'd spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.

Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince's bulging crotch.

Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.

Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff's unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.

With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he'd backed away, only turning around when she didn't rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.

Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she'd finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.

Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.

Earlier in the day, she'd discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.

The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.

If she could interfere...save a life...

Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter's face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.

Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference...she judged the hunter's height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.

According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?

The need to know flash-fired through her.

Keina studied the man's powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.

Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.

Yet...Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn't understand.

Did he know?

The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.

Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.

Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.

Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.

Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter's bullet would harmlessly pass through her.

There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.

Keina raced in front of the hunter's line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn't fired.

Knowing she'd saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.

In her run past him, she'd glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man's warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.

The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.

Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.

Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff's edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.

Oh flubergastov no! She'd deprived his family of needed food.

To make her actions worse, she'd dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.

Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.

How was she going make this right? How?

Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.

When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn't hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.

So she hoped.

Somehow, some way, she'd find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.

With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.

Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.

Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man's handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.

There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She'd check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn't take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.

Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.

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 Sexcerpt ~

...A "no" squeaked out, and before Keina realized it, she'd shaken her head.

"No?" Alarm, disappointment owned Drev's voice. His hold on her loosened.

"Not you," Keina hastily corrected. She raised her head to meet his gaze. "The King's visage...he...well, it's torture to remember." She pressed a kiss to his sandpapery chin. "Mmmm...I like your stubble, hunter."

"This King in your realm, I don't like him intimidating my girl."

My girl. Keina trembled within.

The truth, oh yes, she wanted to be his. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him—feel him lunging inside her. His stud-hard cock jutted against her jean-covered pussy.

Drev hugged her close again. His body heat warmed her sex-o-liciously, and Keina stroked her hands up the back of his neck. She slid her fingers into his thick hair, then slowly loosened the band, pulling it off, freeing his mane.

"A boss stallion. My kind of man." She throatily spoke, her lips still against his chin.

Keina combed her fingers through the long strands of his hair, and also teased him by languidly undulating against his magnificent and stud-superior torso.

"Please, kiss me again, Drev."

He seized her lips, his kiss on the untamed side. Hungrily, his mouth moved over hers, possessing, persuading, and so fierce.

Fisting his mane, she clamped her legs around his waist. Goddess Equine, she sizzled down to her clit.

Wild for his masterful and talented lips, Keina returned his kisses with her own frenzied mouth. Their lips tangled, caressed, and erotically played in ways she'd never experienced. Yet, had always desired.

At the same time their upper bodies felt as though they couldn't be separated.

With an impassioned growl, Drev stroked his large hands over her ass. His hold engulfed her haunches, arousing Keina further—passionately flaming her insides. Kissing her hard, he cupped her butt, his grip dominant, and oh-so sexy. Keina reveled in how absolutely feminine he made her feel. Joyously, running-free feminine.

Lost to all reason, she moaned, then danced more fast kisses over his boldly shaped mouth. Keeping hold of her ass, Drev glided his thumbs over her thighs. The sensual strokes heightened her pleasure, and only increased her unbridled need for him.

As she sinuously moved against his chest, Keina feverishly fastened her lips to his. The delicious friction awakened her breasts further. Now pleasure competed with the torment of wanting him, of wanting Drev's hands, his mouth all over her breasts.

"Woman," he rasped.

Drev nipped her bottom lip. For instants, they stilled, their rapid pants crashing together. Then, their tongue tips touched, slowly exploring. Moments later, the points of their tongues pushed against each other in a contest of passion.

"You're driving me crazy, Keina," Drev hoarsely murmured against her lips.

His tongue dived inside her mouth. To a beautiful torrid rhythm, their tongues twined, tasted each other, and fondled.

When the pace quickened, Keina dirty-danced her tongue against his, as she thought of it.  To a sultry beat, she rubbed her aroused nipples against his chest.

Recently, she'd entertained herself with the Patrick Swayze movie, "Dirty Dancing." Alone in her apartment, she'd practiced the suggestive moves, and invented her own. Nothing like that style of dance existed in Equirion.

No man like Drev existed either.

With excitement blazing through her, Keina untangled her tongue from his, and nipped so her teeth lightly grazed his chin. She slid her lips along his stubbly jawline until she could nibble his earlobe.

Drev crushed her against him. "Damn, I'm about to bust out of these pants, woman."

Keina rocked her pussy on his hard-charging cock. "I'm steamy hot," she whispered into his ear.

 Drev placed several seductive kisses on the side of her neck. "Clothes." He panted the word against her skin. "We don't need them, do we?"

Keina grabbed the hem of his Henley knit shirt, jerking it upwards. Before she could unwrap her legs from his waist, Drev bolted across the room. Keina found herself pressed against a smooth warm wall.

With hurried tugs, she pulled Drev's shirt off one arm, then over his head. She stripped it off his other arm. Where it dropped she had not a clue.

She clung to his bare, muscle-bulging shoulders. Relishing the ultra hunky feel of him, Keina covered his chest with kisses. Ravaging kisses.

"No fair," he ground out. With a firm shove on her shoulders, Drev pinned her against the wall. His mouth smashed against hers in another delirious-making kiss, even as his fingers impatiently undid the buttons on her shirt.

Before she knew it, Drev slipped the garment from her shoulders and arms. A cool draft of air brushed her exposed breasts, and Keina felt her nipples pebble more.

Breathless, wanton, she arched. Her breasts flattened against the muscle-carved heat of his chest, causing arousal to zing through her.

"Boots," she burst out. "Take them off, please."

Drev loosened the ties, sliding them off her feet, and Keina heard the thunk as her boots hit the floor. Immediately, she planted her heels on the solid strength of Drev's ass.

She rubbed her slick sex on his six-pack abdomen, and writhed against him.  "Your pants, take them off, hunter."

"Anything you want." Drev secured her against him with one arm. Keina shivered inside at his warrior strength—red-hot shivered.

Obviously in the throes of lust, he bent to the side, keeping his hand beneath her butt. After a brief struggle with his zipper, Drev shoved at his pants, while half-hopping and contorting his body.

The instant he stepped out of them, and straightened, his cockhead thrust against the crotch of her jeans.

"Stud," she throatily praised.

"Hang on to my neck, darlin'. You're comin' out of those denims."

"Coming is right." Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck.

Drev clamped her waist with his hands lifting so her legs released his waist. "Hang on," he raspy encouraged.

His thumbs slid beneath the waistband, and with quick finesse, he unzipped her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and thighs. Gravity did the rest.

Keina swung her legs up, surrounding his waist again. The crown of his cock penetrated her juicy folds, torch-hot penetrated. Yet he didn't buck inside her.

Instead he seized her hair, and gave a passionate yank. With her lips beneath his, he growled, "I want more."

Flubergastov! Deep in his eyes, gold and emerald exploded into sparks.

Blistered on the inside, and stunned by his power, Keina did some exploding of her own. Her desire flamed way out of control.

"Please, hunter, my breasts want you."


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BEWARE and TAKE CARE! Wolf Peak Territory is home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes ... to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind ... to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds ... and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, and their descendants.
[Not all those living in Wolf Peak Territory are featured in this book.]

NOTE: This fictional shapeshifter/supernatural world, and all the characters within this world, are under copyright.

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Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalog ~ AMAZON KINDLE
 
 
Publisher: Purple Silk Books

Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey

Novel: 75, 500 words approximately


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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side... 

Savanna

 Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
 
 

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Halloween Naughty Pinups & Sexy Men

In Wolf Peak Territory

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Paranormal-Passionate 'Howls and Yowls', shapeshifter lovers!

Indeeedy, a whole lot of lusty howling, yowling, and growling happening in the Peak during these October days! Okay, in this 2020 witchy season many of the shifter/supernatural ladies are expressing their sexy-wild side with pinup style photos and fantasy art. It's become a thing. alright. 

Meanwhile, the shifter/supernatural men are also featured in all their alpha-handsome glory. Yep, Halloween eye candy for All.


 
Want to pet my pussy? 
 

 Welcome to my All Hallow's Eve Lair

 Come, taste my potent witch's brew. We'll fly to the Full Moon this Halloween.


The Magick of My Passion, Beloved. Come to me. 
 
 
Wanna very good-time Halloween. Be the broomstick between my thighs.
 

My inner wolf howls only for you, beautiful woman.
 
 
Take me to the moon, my sexy lion cowboy. 
 
 
 
 We'll run the forest together, my chosen mate. 


Wanna play in my pumpkin patch, big bad wolf? 


Magickly seeking you, the one who belongs to me as I belong to you. 


This witch girl wants to ride you instead of her broom, my black wolf stud-man.


Her black wolf stud-man.

 
Come carve my pumpkin tonight, bat man. I'll be waiting, my super hero.


Celtic stag shifter looking for a bride to share life with in Wolf Peak Territory.


Just for you, my panther man. Strip me with your fangs and claws.


Fantasy portrait of a shaman leader in the Peak.


Monster Slayer For Hire. I'll tame that monster in your pants, wolf man. Promise. 


One sexy natural and supernatural healer, alright. He's recently arrived in the Peak. 


All aboard the steampunk broom-train. This fantasy witch has a ticket for the right man. 


The Dark Sorcerer of the Peak. All his magickal spells are for Good, however.


Do you need the right witch to perform a cleansing ritual for your lair, your home? I have White Sage and a Hoover, will travel. 


Handsome elf warrior and scholar, with others he has opened his Ancient Mysteries University. 


Wickedly sexy, is this what you want, my tiger-god man?


Phantom of Your Opera. Only a gentle bite from a Vampire playing on the Good Side. Dance with me at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.


Your old-fashioned fantasy witch. Let's fly the cosmic skies together, my purrfect lover. 


Fancy a workin' cowboy, ma'am? 'Cause, I sure do fancy you, my beautiful filly shifter. 


Your dungeon or mine, handsome wolf lord?

 
He arrives for a visit to the Peak, the carnal angel son of Sedona and Volcano, the heroine and hero, from my erotic romance, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS.




Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Steam Hop In Gardenia, New Atlantis #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg




 Once Upon a Time During the Antediluvian Age... the sinking of Atlantis...

 Welcome, everyone. Featured today is my erotic romance futuristic novel, MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS.

 I've been mesmerized, utterly fascinated by the legend of Atlantis since first learning about this lost great island-land when I was thirteen. Yes, I admit it, I resonate strongly and believe I have lived in the Atlantean culture during a past incarnation. One of the first books I read as a young teenager when looking for information was Edgar Cayce's ATLANTIS.

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis



It’s not just a legend anymore...

*** MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ***
 
 ~ This story spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm ~ then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean, during a time lost to history when gods and goddesses ruled the world and the heavens above.

Gardenia, New Atlantis... The future begins here...

The story of beginning a new world on a legendary land...
The beginning of a love Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing never believed was possible for her, especially not after a hundred years on Earth...
The beginning of a love Federal Agent Zryphus has arrived on Earth to find, only he didn’t plan on remaining in a land where women are in charge... 

More background info... 

Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rises. Once again.

Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff. 

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Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis

She’s not about to give in... He’s not about to give up...

Kalypso has had one hundred years to despise the way human males behave in relationships.
Zryphus has had a lifetime of wanting, of searching for his one woman.

One hundred years later Sheriff Kalypso despises relationships. Zryphus has found his one woman. The Battle of the Sexes begins.


EXCERPTS, INCLUDING A SEXCERPT....

 Excerpt ~

The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia's only motel, The Eternal Magnolia—so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.

"Reminds me of seventh grade, after gym class. When I avoided the noxious fumes of spurting hair spray," Sheriff Kalypso spoke to her deputy.

"We sure can't go in yet. Till some of this evil stuff airs out," Deputy Anna agreed. Holding up her Video Multi, she stood in doorway, scanning the room before they entered.

"Lucy," Sheriff Kalypso yelled, her voice aimed toward Gardenia's only enforcement van, parked near the bottom of the steps. "You got International linked up yet?"

"The operator's comin' on shortly," Deputy Lucy hollered up.

"Track down the Agent-slash-agency that's in charge of the Hair Spray Serial Killer, will ya? Anna, you finished scanning yet?"

"Almost, Sheriff. Large number of odor pixels installing now for later analysis at the lab. Looks like two males so far. One she entertained, sexual wise, that is—nothin' kinky I can pick up, though."

"Too bad. The Tribune needs a sensational story," Sheriff Kalypso half-joked, half-mocked.

"Murder by hair spray isn't kinky enough?" Anna drawled. "Hell's little bells, Marzzie would dance one of her jerky bar jigs on top of her news table."

"We'll give her whatever exclusive we can. But I gotta feeling the Federals are gonna request some private investigation time. Unless it's a copycat? Other than who she was with, any of our people been in the room since our victim occupied?"

"Naw—only with her and trace genes from before. Elsie's cleaning crew looks like."

"When exactly did Elsie's assistant click on the room camera?"

"Barb got concerned when the guest, now victim, didn't ring down for breakfast. She'd been here for an old-fashioned week, and always rang at eight. Waffles with fruit, rice milk and dark chocolate souffle. Barb clicked on at about eight thirty. Took her a time to find the body on the floor. Medical monitor never chimed emergency. She did a med scan immediately, then called us."

"Yeah, our poor victim is stiff as a board with hair to match, apparently." Sheriff Kalypso carefully stepped into the guest room, gazing around for any detail the Video Multi couldn't retrieve. "Go ahead, deputy. Video her body as is."

"This hair spray stench is demonic, I swear. One can of the stuff is by the body, Sheriff. Looks new. But this nasty crap hasn't been made for several decades." With meticulous precision the deputy scanned the face-down victim, inch by inch. "She was gone in sixty seconds. Death by hair spray asphyxiation."

"Any chance of a blast from the past? That stuff is highly flammable. I remember reading it on the back of the cans."

"Don't light a candle for her," Anna suggested, her tone pure irony. "She was definitely here to have a private good time. Multiple sex partners. Most of them male. Earth human or hybrid human." Anna inhaled sharply. "Oh my Goddess! She was with child. Twelve days since conception."

"Still viable?" Sheriff Kalypso moved toward the corpse."Checking status."

The hair spray victim was a small slender woman with mother-of-pearl skin. She wore an early sixties Jackie O blue shift and pumps, with the hair style to match.

"Shellac for the hair," Sheriff Kalypso commented. Kneeling, she sat back on her haunches, observing the body. "Shiny and not one strand has moved."

"We have a two hour window, if we can round up the proper womb incubator."

"Sheriff," Lucy hailed from the doorway. "Head Agent Vasquoz will be here by portal, to quote 'soon as I'm shaved and down a cup of coffee'."

"I take it Vasquoz is male and didn't mean his legs. Lucy, get Dr. Victoria up here now. We need her expertise. Tell her we have a viable twelve day pregnancy. Then go meet 'Head Agent Vasquoz' for me."

"Sure as shootin' fish, Sheriff." Deputy Lucy athletically ran down the steps, already signaling Dr. Victoria with her Handheld.

"You know Georgia's been seeking a viable fetus. She's in the mood for motherhood again. And she's the best." Deputy Anna completed her corpse scan. Leaning back on her calves, she studied the results as they appeared on screen.

"She is the best. I didn't know she was seeking again. Though, I hate to put her through the process if there's another claim on file. You know how heart-vulnerable she is."

"Yep, she is. Let's see what Dr. Victoria recommends. Sad, haven't had a murder in over a year. And the last case was a boundary dumped body...an escaped rapist."

"Yeah, nothing to mourn there, except his soul and his family."

Sheriff Kalypso frowned. "Our Jackie O's real identity hasn't even popped yet. We may not own the time to find out who she is."

"Sheriff," Anna crooned with excitement, and absolute surprise, "the fetus is Venutian hybrid, female. Someone wanted our victim pregnant."

"Yeah, the bio father wanted her pregnant. Or it never would have happened. Check the International missing partner list. Venutians are extremely protective."

"Checking. Unless it was done by nefarious deception."

"Absolutely on target, Anna, thanks. The perpetrators could have stolen the semen, treated it with the right bio hormones, then inseminated her."

"Whoever she is. Her ID still hasn't popped. She was taking whole-food pregnancy nutrients."

"Why would a woman who knows she's pregnant, using natural nutrition, even come close to decades-old hair spray?" Sheriff Kalypso stood, studying the woman's body for a moment. "I'm looking around for any form of ID."

"The Vid Multi picked up a personal bag in the bottom chest drawer."

Watching her step, Sheriff Kalypso moved to the small bureau. "It's not just her hair. She's entirely coated with the stuff. But lightly, like an artist's touch."

"Like a death portrait. Great moons away. Some poor artist type gone round the bend for whatever good reason. And there are a lot of good reasons in this world."

"Conform or it's time for a psychological lobotomy. Could be. Or it could be the killer gene was stimulated, like during the Conflicts."

"The super soldiers, bred to be killers, and hyped up on adrenaline. You had to blast their heads off to stop them," Deputy Anna recalled.

"Sheriff," Dr. Victoria hailed from the doorway. "How do I help?"

"Stay there. Anna will show you her results. We'll go from there."

"Sheriff," Anna summoned. "Got an ID on one of the males in here. Brody...Lavern's son."

"Crap and snap! He's only sixteen. Ring Lavern. Have her bring him to the constabulary office. I'll get Woodson to talk with them. He can get the full story out of most anyone, the easy way, with no harsh chemicals involved. Woodson, that you?" Sheriff Kalypso spoke into her wrist vid unit.

"Yeah, Sheriff. What's going on at the motel? The town's buzzin' like a beehive."

"Keep it on suppression, deputy. Nasty scene. Need you to work your dialogue magic with Brody. He was here. Might have shared some saliva and seed. Keep it friendly for now. No use stirring up a hornets nest of feelings yet."

"Will accomplish, beautiful. Let you know if I discover what you need."

"Thanks, Woodson. Later." Sheriff Kalypso slid on her working gloves, then used one finger to open the bottom drawer, just in case the vid scan hadn't picked up all the evidence. The bag perfectly matched the woman's pumps. Since it was unlatched, she gingerly opened it wider. She could see makeup, lipstick, and grooming accessories, all early 60's period reproductions. Then, as she leaned over peering deeper inside, she spied the piece of folded up paper, a rarity these days. Especially because it didn't look like a love letter reproduction, a trendy sentiment currently.

Nope, it was plain white note paper, the kind the Sheriff knew about. She'd had a recent birthday, turning one hundred years old. As a shared joke, one hundred cupcakes had been delivered to her from the people of New Atlantis, each with its own tiny candle. Actually, the pastel candles had been miniature fireworks' sparklers. She'd lit them all, one at a time, at the impromptu party her friends had insisted on.

"Anna, you and Victoria decide on anything yet?"

"We need to turn her over, Sheriff, for removal. Location of the fetus," Dr. Victoria explained. "The vitals indicate survival in a temp incubator will be for thirty minutes, only."

"Anna, did you talk to Dr. Victoria about Georgia's possible availability?"

"We have Georgia on contact now," Anna answered. "She's willing. Understands the hybrid genetics. Says she'll be a surrogate if necessary. But does want the child."

"Let me check what's on this piece of paper, in case there's ID info." Sheriff Kalypso unfolded the strip of paper, which had been precisely creased four times. There was only one handwritten word or name, Beatrice. "Beatrice," Sheriff Kalypso spoke. "That's it, all that's written here. Go ahead, remove the fetus for Georgia."

"Sheriff." The man's voice commanded first, and announced his presence second. "Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing."

"Yeah, that's me." Turning, Kalypso's gaze gave no quarter, hard as diamonds on the outsider. "Agent...?" Dang it to hang, he was a tall and broad drink of water. She'd expected the usual tight-ass wimp, with grim lips and eyes that were mirrors, reflecting nothing but the orders he’d been given. No, this man burned with sheer vitality. His gaze assessed, a damn force of nature. She'd bet if she struck a match and tossed it toward his eyes, they would sizzle like her birthday candles, then explode at his will. Yep, he was definitely a whole load of nano dynamite, unlit.

"Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz," he answered. "Give me your evidence retrieval. I'll take over from here."

Audible gasps burst from Anna and Dr. Victoria at the man's patriarchal and patronizing tone.

"No, you won't, Agent Vasquoz. You're here at my invitation. Only. You follow my rules or you don't get to play 'Find the Hair Spray Killer'. Do you understand?"

"Wowzi Powzie," Deputy Anna whispered, watching her vid screen light up with the sparks flying between the Sheriff and the outsider Agent.

"It's a Federal Union case, Sheriff. I have priority investigation." The Agent's gravelly deep voice filled the entire room.

"You have nothing, Agent. Unless I say so. You can turn around, hit the portal. Or you can cooperate. You'll have full access. Anna will give you all she's retrieved so far. If you want, I'll even act friendly, let you 'analyze' this bag more closely." Sheriff Kalypso approached, a lioness with no fear. "I'll even sweeten the pot, Agent Vasquoz—let you do a quick exam of the body before we save the fetus. As they used to say, deal or no deal?"

"Whirlwind in the room," Deputy Anna whispered to Victoria, who still watched her vid screen.

"Deal. For now, Sheriff." Focusing his gaze like a cannon laser, the Agent straightened his over-large shoulders, his latent power obvious.

"Pull anything against my authority, Agent Vasquoz, and I guarantee you won't like the results. Deputy, feed your vid evidence to the Agent's data base, will you, please?"

Once Anna stood, he handed his data vid to her without looking. His gaze relentless, Agent Vasquez followed the Sheriff's arm wave to the corpse. Moving easily in the small confines of the room, despite his size, he knelt with deliberate care, scrutinizing every detail of the body.

Sheriff Kalypso couldn't deny his concentration was impressive. She watched him turn the victim over with gentle precision.

Awed, her heart tripping rapidly, Sheriff Kalypso moved closer. "Even her face resembles Jackie O."

"How do you know?" Agent Vasquoz demanded, not looking up.

"I was born in 1951. Check out your history data base, Agent."

"Call me Zryphus."

He stood, gradually moving around the corpse. His gaze never deviated until he halted, and faced Sheriff Kalypso. Immediately, she nodded toward Anna and Dr. Victoria. Kneeling, they worked as a team, rescuing the fetus.

"Got an ID on her, Zryphus?" Kalypso ignored his intense study of her.

"I know who she is. Vrilesa Corzinski. We've been looking for her ever since she disappeared. She fits the Hair Spray Killer's profile. Before she discovered her ability to bear children easily, she was an elite prostitute. Baby-making is a premium moneymaker in some circles."

"Who reported her 'disappearance'?"

"Her brother. He became suspicious of an ongoing vid relationship she had. He was worried when she just packed, and went on vacation, and wouldn't confide where. He claimed it was unusual behavior for her, even when she was pregnant."

"Then there would be parents for the fetus."

"No one on official record. She may have just conceived, and decided to keep the pregnancy."

"Twelve days ago. A Venutian hybrid is the father. That doesn't add up to a 'let's have sex fun' conceived child. Unless you know something I don't."

"Point accepted, Sheriff. May I call you Kalypso?"

With the fetus safe, Anna grinned and checked her vid. Sure as the sky, the Agent's voice suddenly registered as masculine velvet.

Kalypso hesitated. Dang and wolf's fang, was he putting the moves on her? "Why not? We try to stay friendly around here."

"Fake charm or real charm?" Dr. Victoria whispered.

"He's for real," Anna spoke near her ear.

"Now that I have new leads, Kalypso, I'll research later, discover if there are waiting parents. Where's the victim's handbag?"

"Down in that drawer. I used gloves, and had a look inside. Found this folded piece of paper at the bottom." Sheriff Kalypso handed over the evidence. "If the handwriting doesn't belong to our victim, your resource base is larger than ours. I expect full knowledge of whatever you find out."

"Mutual giving. It's a deal," the Agent purred, his meaning obviously beyond investigative cooperation. He gazed down at the unfolded paper, as if it could be the key to solving his case.

"Mean anything to you?" Sheriff Kalypso finally prompted.

"No. Not any connection to a 'Beatrice' that I've come across."

"We have a volunteer surrogate for the fetus." She arched a brow. "Do you object?"

"I can't offer a surrogate soon enough. No, Kalypso, I don't object. What autopsy methods do you have here?"

"Dr. Victoria, let me know how insertion goes, will you?"

"Sure, Sheriff. On my way."

"We have machine autopsy. Holo program or real cutting. Our town butcher knows her way around the human body. She worked forensics in Chicago before the permanent break up of the United States. You got a preference?"

"Start with Holo. From my examination it looks like 'the Hair Spray Killer'. Not a copycat."

"Anna, give a holler to Deputy Lucy. You two take the victim to autopsy after you've scanned her clothing, and all her personal items. Once the Agent and I have satisfied each other on the collection of evidence, I'll check in."

"Sure as fire, Sheriff. Sorry, bad joke. No sparks allowed in here with all these fumes. Heck, the corpse could still explode from all that hair spray covering her. We'll keep the ride real cool."

"Lost several of our victims that way, Kalypso. One static spark before we arrived, the body burned," Zryphus seriously stated. "Leave the hair spray can here. I need to do an analysis."

"How many victims so far?"

"Twelve. If this proves out, it will be unlucky thirteen. Or lucky thirteen. I have a feeling you're a very persistent woman."

"Truth, justice. That's our way here, Zryphus. Play it that way, we'll get along. Once Deputy Anna finishes scanning, you can take her data, or follow in her footsteps, and get your own." She eyed him, wondering if he was a wolf dressed in wolf's clothing, as he appeared. There was no pretense of wearing sheep's clothing that she observed. "Do you usually work alone?"

"Back up team for forensics, investigation. Yes, I work alone. No partner. You're the exception, Kalypso. Let's investigate the contents of her handbag together."

"From what I can tell. the makeup and lipstick cases look like replicas of the early sixties era. We have lab verification and analysis, if you want use of it."

"Let's see what we've got first." Agent Zryphus carefully dumped out the handbag's contents. After scanning each item, he professionally murmured, "Just her prints and bio cells. Take a look at the lipstick. Is it the color she's wearing?"

"Wouldn't your scan data verify that?"

"Wrongly phrased. You're the period expert. I wanted your impression of how real the lipstick and the makeup itself are to your recollection."

Sheriff Kalypso uncapped the lipstick. "It's been ages, but it looks real. Smells real. Not the same color she's wearing."

"The color of lipstick has been the same on each victim. Never found a container."

"How could you tell on the burned victims?"

"Enough residue remained for holo reconstruction. Take a look inside the other cases," he suggested.

"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived." Sheriff Kalypso did some burning of her own while she picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."

"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We're on our way. I'll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."

"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case, solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty heavy covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn't stand it. I used the sheer version they came out with, when I used makeup. Except when I acted in college theater. We used the heavy stuff because of the lighting. You haven't answered my question, Zryphus."

"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."

Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don't think so," she slowly enunciated each word.

"Do you have a lover?" Zryphus handed her the powder case.

"None of your business, as they used to say. Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"

"Please. You don't have a lover. Neither do I."

"Probably because you're married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair. Something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business, that creates these replica products?"

"Three, to be exact. I can't tell where these originated. I'm a one woman man, Kalypso. You'd have all my attention."

"No thanks. I politely decline. Eyelash curler. Never used one. They always looked so barbaric. Hmmm, brow tweezers. Unfortunately, I tried this a few times. Way too painful."

"I'll convince you. What's this?"

"Eyebrow darkening powder. No, you won't. I don't like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don't know much about our social structure here. Women rule."

"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."

"No. Make me say 'no' again and something ugly will occur to you. Eye shadows. Definitely not the colors she had on. Let me see the blush."

"Ever been married, Kalypso? Which one is the blush?"

"I'm not answering. This case." Snatching it up, Kalypso lifted the lid. "Looks like the same color she had on. But we'll have to test. What's in the white satin bag?"

"Rings, three of them. They scan out at the same time period." He answered as if they were merely investigating together.

"Those have to be worth a fortune. To an investor who can pay."

"Approximately four ounces of platinum on the investor's market."

"Inscriptions?" she asked.

"Jim loves Mary forever on this one."

"Wonder if they're family heirlooms?"

"Intuitively, how do you read it, Kalypso?"

"Our Jackie O look-alike, was searching for something. I don't know if these rings are part of what she was looking for. Or maybe they were just an insurance policy."

"Insurance policy?"

"Like 'diamonds are a girl's best friend'. But since they're period, maybe they hold more sentimental value. Maybe a way of life she wanted to create for herself. The sixties Camelot of the Kennedy's, which wasn't, of course. But it was certainly a lovely shining hope at the time. Until the day certain powers-that-be at the CIA killed him, President Kennedy."

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend?"

"Come on, how old are you? Don't you ever watch vintage movies?"

"I'm 150 in Earth years. I have inhabited Earth for thirty-two years. Vintage suspense and crime movies. Dinner later? I'll bring diamonds."

Well hell and do tell, that explained his bull-massive size. He wasn't Earth human. "I'm ignoring you, Mr. Space Man. Except for a temporary professional relationship. What next?"

"We check out her clothes. You tell me your favorite kinky sex acts."

Kalypso decided a scowl in his direction wasn't worth the energy. "Only if you tell me why your behavior is so reprehensible toward women. Her clothing is mostly hanging in the closet, except for her underwear."

"What is reprehensible about sexually pleasing you? Several Jackie O outfits, I believe. You tell me."

"I don't want you 'sexually pleasing' me. That's what is reprehensible. Yes, three more. Travel clothing, as if she arrived by auto-bus rather than portal. English horse riding outfit circa late twentieth century, early twenty-first. Yoga exercise garments. Wow! negligees. Too bad you missed out on those vintage movies. These are early sixties styles, too. Boas, shoes to match everything. Find any stray hair that doesn't belong to her?"

"These aren't the clothes she wears with a sexual partner. Let's check the drawers. Yes, you do. You want me to do all those fantasy carnal acts you play out when you orgasm."

Used to commanding men during the Conflicts, Kalypso didn't flinch. "Meet me at our training gym. I'll show you what I want. To mash you like potatoes, into a begging pulp." She opened the first drawer. "Oh, my Goddess...she came equipped to play out fantasies. You should have asked her about favorite kinky sex acts."

"See what you mean. No new evidence recovered on the vid. Same males that were in bed with her. Two women. One-on-one, far as I can tell by the evidence. Actively used, however. Maybe enthusiastically would be a better description."

"Must be the type of woman whose hormones leap to insatiable when she's pregnant."

"Promise not to make you pregnant, Kalypso. If that's a worry for you."

"Why would I trust you? Next drawer?"

"You open. I'll vid any evidence. You'll learn to trust me."

"You'll learn to trust my incredible dislike for you." Sliding the drawer open, Kalypso gasped, poignantly. "Baby clothes, early sixties. She was planning on keeping the baby. At least, that's the way it appears."

"It does," Zryphus gently uttered. "Maybe she wanted to raise her child here."

"It's happened before. A mother who wants to change her life, start over. She decides to live in New Atlantis. Maybe she was searching for a life partner, also. By the way, we've got one of our own people coming down to the office for an interview. He's only sixteen, though."

"Why didn't you inform me earlier?" Zryphus growled.

"Why should I? It wasn't the priority. I've got my best person handling the interview. Male, if that makes you happy. He'll let me know immediately, if anything vital to the case plays out."

"This male want you as a lover?"

"Geez Louise, you're a bore."

"You won't say that after I kiss you. Bathroom, let's check it out."

"Picture my knee plowing into your male jewels." Kalypso pictured it with great satisfaction as they moved toward the bathroom door.

"You've got the most exquisite lush ass. Doggie lust at least once a week."

Kalypso whirled, feeling her face ignite to red. Her rage barely suppressed, she demanded, "What woman has ever responded to that degrading approach? Never mind!" She whirled back toward the bathroom, and forced her fists to unclench. "Obviously they have or you wouldn't be using it on me."

"You're the first. Believe it or not. What's that overwhelming smell?"

Pausing, she inhaled deeply, just to make certain. "It's Chanel #5. A popular perfume during that era. Personally I never liked it." Wishing she could jab her knuckles into his throat, a shot that would knock him off his big fat feet, she snapped, "Of course, I don't believe it. Men usually lie. Why would you be an exception to that rule?"

"What was your favorite perfume during that era?"

He'd spoken as if they politely conversed. Figuring she'd be rid of the monstrously framed irritant soon, she answered, "Emeraude it was called. Don't like perfumes now. Too synthetic still. Even with the revolution toward eco life styles. Look at all this replica stuff. Electric hair curlers, ancient hair dryer for heaven's sake. I wonder if she was trying to live the way she remembered her mother or grandmother? She showed up about half my age on the bio data. Do you know her birth date?"

"April 26, 2000. Five life path."

"Yeah. Lookin' for adventure. Never the bored girl. But she needed roots somewhere, if she was planning on keeping her daughter."

"Your town, Gardenia, and even your settlement area here on New Atlantis, remains isolated. Was it a new life or was she running from something?"

"If she was running, she should have kept on going. Maybe she could have outrun the Hair Spray Killer. The Hair Spray Killer, male or female, or both sets of genes, do you know?"

"All indication is male. Although the bio isn't conclusive. One male's presence looms larger than the others in here. A primary lover, do you think?"

"Client? Whatever. We don't tell people how to live their sex lives here. Keep it away from the children. Keep it private from those who don't want participation—and you can do whatever consenting adults do. Should be right up your preference alley." Kalypso knife-inserted her voice. "Get enough bio on the primary male for ID?"

"He's a Venutian hybrid. Maybe the baby's father? Nothing pops on immediate ID. Sending the bio to world search." He glanced at her professionally. "Got a local bio bank of all your people?"

"No. Just those who want ID for safety purposes. That's how we knew it was Brody, and his age, sixteen. You won't put his bio in your system." She stressed won't. "If you do, which we will discover, I'll make certain your systems are fried. All of them. In fact, you will not put any of our people in your federal system or any system—without permission. Do you understand?"

"Sure, gorgeous. You got sovereignty. Curious though, how are you planning to southern fry our systems?"

"Intention. Ever get a group together...a little concentration? A whole lot of intention. The system fries up like catfish. And if that doesn't do it...well, we always have a backup plan. Which I won't divulge." Kalypso half-turned away, before her itching kneecap enjoyed some exercise between the tree trunks that were his thighs. "Where's her underwear drawer?"

"Where's her underwear?"

"Good question, crazy man. She was wearing a bra, panties and hose circa the period. Showed up on the vid scan. I'll check all the drawers in here. You check her luggage, since there was none in the chest of drawers."

"Rather have you squeeze past me, our bodies in mutual contact...gorgeous." Zryphus grinned in that overbearing male, highly irritating way.

"Deviant. Why don't you advertise? There are women here who would 'appreciate' that particular lack in your character. 'Male Deviant. For sexual hire and doggie style pleasure. Top dog position required'," Kalypso sarcastically crooned, and shrugged one shoulder.

"Ruff, ruff, baby." He spun out of the bathroom before Kalypso could sock his jaw with her balled-up fist.

"I'd probably break my hand on his square rock-hard jaw," she muttered, then leaned over, and pulled open the first drawer. Lotions, nail polishes, and a manicure set were neatly arranged. "It would be worth it," she groused.

"I heard that, gorgeous."

"I hope so. If you know what's good for ya." Kalypso opened the next drawer. Anti-aging health supplements and creams lined the bottom. Most of them she was familiar with, and used.

After years of deliberate misdirection, and lies by the Global Elite-run corporations, the truth had finally come into full raging spotlight. There were three basic corrections that could be made naturally, which would effectively reverse aging back to a peak state of youth and beauty. A truth that had come to 'cosmic light', in part, because of Contact. Contact with the ancient Humans, who had returned to Earth as visitors. Many of them had departed before the destruction of the Atlantean empire, one more story of biblical proportions on the billions-year old Earth.

Deciding the fantasy-playing Jackie O may have hung her 'unmentionables' in the shower, Kalypso slid open the shower door. Only a pair of red lace thongs hung from the shower head. "Darling," she called out as if she was in a Doris Day/Rock Hudson movie. "In here...with your equipment, please."

"Our first sex act in the shower, darling?" His low gravelly voice seized her.

Kalypso whipped around. "Get your equipment up, stud dog, for these."

"Not worn long," he stated, watching his vid scan. "And not worn by our victim. Must be one of your citizens. She's not showing up on my ID. I can analyze her gene material, give you a profile, unless that's contrary to your sovereignty, Sheriff gorgeous. By the way, no underwear, anywhere." He fastened his gaze on her. "You're not wearing any."

"Don't like it." Kalypso averted her face, and twisted the corner of her mouth. Men! "Except on special occasions," she added for affect. "Give me a profile on our red lace gal. My prerogative as Sheriff of our fair land and town."

"I like it. That you're not wearing any...underwear. It'll take a few minutes. I have to use the central program."

"Really don't care what you like. And don't like," Kalypso grouched. "Anything else you want to investigate here?" She shoved past his great hulking frame, and breathed in the air of freedom, from him, even if it still reeked of hair spray.

"Feeling trapped by our ferocious attraction?" Zryphus sauntered toward her, his gaze locked on the vid.

"If I have to personally tromp through hell, I'm finding the killer just so I don't have to be around you!"

Zryphus raised one dark ruthless brow, then both brows. "If I were the killer I'd be quaking in my killer boots...my killer shoes, or my killer bare feet."

"Is that the diabolical plan? Make me hate you so much, I'll do whatever I have to do to get the killer, despite my duty to the sovereignty of New Atlantis?"

"No, the deviant diabolical plan is to trap you in my bed, take advantage of every carnal thrill with that exceptional and sweet body of yours."

"Disgusting doesn't cover it!" Kalypso marched toward the door. She grabbed a breath to calm herself. "Before I touch the door handle, do you want a second close-up scan?"

"Better scanning-safe than sorry. You've got me slightly off my game, gorgeous. Or I would have thought of that." He strode to the front door, watching her pivot to one side, then fold her arms tightly against him. She tapped her foot impatiently, while he thoroughly ran his super vid over the entire surface. "The handle, it's been intentionally cleaned, on the inside and outside of the room."

"Cleaned with what? Top dog detective," she sniped.

"It reads out as old-fashioned Windex. Effective enough."

"Defeated by Windex. Great holy cow!"

"I see your Deputy Anna scanned the direct area around the room outside."

"Yep, when we arrived. As we walked up the steps to the room. The camera feed from the motel is already in process at the office. The little amount there is...we don't spy on our people here!" Kalypso heatedly defended at his hard glance. "Do you want to view it, or not?"

"Anything to stay next to you, gorgeous. The profile on your red lace gal is coming up." He flashed a small cock-of-the-walk grin at her.

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Excerpt #Two:

“How many victims so far?” 


“Twelve. If this proves out, it will be unlucky thirteen. Or lucky thirteen. I have a feeling you’re a very persistent woman.”


“Truth, justice. That’s our way here, Zryphus. Play it that way, we’ll get along. Once Deputy Anna finishes scanning, you can take her data, or follow in her footsteps, and get your own.” She eyed him, wondering if he was a wolf dressed in wolf’s clothing, as he appeared. There was no pretense of wearing sheep’s clothing that she observed. “Do you usually work alone?”


“Back up team for forensics, investigation. Yes, I work alone. No partner. You’re the exception, Kalypso. Let’s investigate the contents of her handbag together.”


“From what I can tell. the makeup and lipstick cases look like replicas of the early sixties era. We have lab verification and analysis, if you want use of it.”


“Let’s see what we’ve got first.” Agent Zryphus carefully dumped out the handbag’s contents. After scanning each item, he professionally murmured, “Just her prints and bio cells. Take a look at the lipstick. Is it the color she’s wearing?”


“Wouldn’t your scan data verify that?”


“Wrongly phrased. You’re the period expert. I wanted your impression of how real the lipstick and the makeup itself are to your recollection.”
Sheriff Kalypso uncapped the lipstick. “It’s been ages, but it looks real. Smells real. Not the same color she’s wearing.”


“The color of lipstick has been the same on each victim. Never found a container.”


“How could you tell on the burned victims?”


“Enough residue remained for holo reconstruction. Take a look inside the other cases,” he suggested.


“Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived.” Sheriff Kalypso did some burning of her own while she picked up the mascara wand. “Black, black. Just like I remember.”


“Sheriff,” Deputy Anna called out, “finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out.”


“Thanks, Anna. You know where I am.” Kalypso picked up a compact case, solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty heavy covering. “Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. I used the sheer version they came out with, when I used makeup. Except when I acted in college theater. We used the heavy stuff because of the lighting. You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus.”


“Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed.”


Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. “No, I don’t think so,” she slowly enunciated each word.


“Do you have a lover?” Zryphys handed her the powder case.


“None of your business, as they used to say. Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?”


“Please. You don’t have a lover. Neither do I.”


“Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair. Something like that. No ” Kalypso shifted gears. “Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business, that creates these replica products?”


“Three, to be exact. I can’t tell where these originated. I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention.”


“No thanks. I politely decline. Eyelash curler. Never used one. They always looked so barbaric. Hmmm, brow tweezers. Unfortunately, I tried this a few times. Way too painful.”


“I’ll convince you. What’s this?”


“Eyebrow darkening powder. No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule.”


“I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship.”
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*IT* Happened One Night... after the murder

Sizzle Excerpt #3 ~ from MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS

“Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent.” Kalypso turned to him. “You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really.”


“Over-sized?” Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable and smoky, except for what Kalypso labeled the puppy look.


“Oh, for gawd’s sake  And men think women are over-sensitive. Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. I just meant large, as in bigger than most males I know. Not un-handsome.” She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. “I didn’t talk about your over-sized organ ” she pointed out.


“Organ?”


“Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call it in your language. Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more than a ‘brow’?”


“You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon it, yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?” He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso and unnerving her a bit.


“Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before,” Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all. Maybe he was the biggest shark she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids, wanting to shut out her own thoughts. She waited, feeling the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.


“Let’s test it out,” he whispered, “I’ll let you feel it.” He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. “You can decide if it’s over-sized.” His dark rasp close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins, and ignited her to liquid fire. And made her ability to think turn into corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle where lovers went an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.


‘No,’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips. 


He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.


 His kisses conquered her senses, and spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest. 


He played her lips, the Viking virtuoso, and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.


Him. 


Damn  Damn  The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.


When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress, she did nothing but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him. 


She let him caress her, boldly caress her thighs.


Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, and claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, and the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers, that she couldn’t refuse. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.


Somewhere—in the very back of her mind—a teensy voice begged and warned, telling her everyone knew. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.


And somewhere, she knew he was doing exactly what he wanted to do with her, and do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.  


With excruciating heat, her loins blazed, wanting him. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs. 


His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment. 


Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.


She tensed, believing he would just grab between her thighs, and crudely try to excite her. 


His caresses didn’t halt, and his seductive rhythm continued. 


She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely. 


She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her sex moundas he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. His hand was so large, she kitten-moaned.


Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her. She burned impossibly hot.


Tenderly, insistently he caressed her mound. His kiss savagely pressed on her lips. When she slightly rocked her hips toward his hand, he gently shoved his finger inside her sex lips. Kalypso stilled, wild with pleasure and wild with shock. His finger slid over the juicy length of her clit, shivering her within. She didn’t deny him. She couldn’t. He groaned against her mouth. A man’s want, so brutally passionate she shivered inside again. And couldn’t deny herself what he was about to do to her.


Even if it had been ages...and ages. And everything she had fought for, victoriously fought for, was about to be lost. To him. To these moments between them.


His finger rubbed tenderly, masterfully over her swollen clit. When he lifted her off her feet, her thighs seized by his powerful huge hands, she was helpless, and helpless with her own need as he parted her thighs...just enough. He fused his mouth to hers, scorching her lips all the way to heaven. He thrust it, his cock between the length of her inner thighs. So she felt him, the towering potency of his manhood, fully between her slickened thighs. The immense shape of it tightly pressed by the flesh of her thighs, was different, and more defined. She shuddered to her core with shock and an ache to mate. Goddess, she ached while her sex dripped with juiciness.


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Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis

Savanna  

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~ 
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~~~ Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~ a match made in intergalactic heaven ~~~ 

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