Tagline: ...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...
Author: Savanna Kougar
Artist: Jinger Heaston
Corporal Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.
Prince Ziocese, Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal parents won’t accept. Renegade from his world, he still honors his sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not. Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with extreme pleasure.
Excerpt: From Chapter One ~
“Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope.”
“I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole.” Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level–humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
“Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya.”
“Katta, where are you?” Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
“Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque.”
“Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to get him.”
“He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything.” Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
“I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything...”
“Katta, even you can’t–”
“I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground.”
“Come back...” Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
“Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free.”
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
“Tangerine carnal dreams, here I come,” she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder,” she mocked.
Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. “I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars.”
“Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land.”
The Adonis male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.
“Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?”
“In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?”
“Too much chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya on the ground, handsome.” Katta raised one brow. “No men hiding in the bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?”
Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.
Katta shook her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all passion-encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to undercover gear.
“Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to...” Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my goddess!” she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. “I’m already ruined."
Okay, this is a promo post written for the first anniversary of TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS ... the flash scene is titled: Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
August 8, 2009
Eight Reasons the Heroine Refused the Hero...
The story opens with my heroine, Corporal Katta, pursuing a bad guy who has framed her father. She’s in an old space cruiser headed toward Yemisque, a tiny planet-world where the tangerine light acts like an aphrodisiac. Little does she realize the stallion-man who has chased her half-way across the galaxy is waiting.
Prince Ziocese, the hero, is In Pursuit. This is the traditional courtship of his people. The men will chase the wife of their dreams no matter how long it takes until they win her. Okay, Zio is also enjoying the carnal playground, the way of his race until they actually claim their Mate. Yep, being the virile studs they are.
Zio first sees and scents Katta when he enters the wrong room at a spaceport hotel, on the way to being with another woman. He’s utterly enchanted, especially since she’s bathing in a translucent pink tub.
I never wrote that actual scene of Zio and Katta’s first meeting... so, why not now?
Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
Anticipating a rolling romp with the elf-like Bregril seductress, Zio shoved the crystal entry card into the tiny slot. Within moments the opaque force field lowered and Zio knew the female he scented was the same women he’d watched leave the spaceport bar. He’d trained his lusty eye on her deliciously round curves and on her beautiful athleticism as she’d disappeared from view.
Lamenting the woman hadn’t stayed long enough for him to saunter her way, Zio committed the unique signature of her scent to his memory. It would be easier to track her later. Had she remained, he would have nibbled her ear with words, convincing her out of that intergalactic military uniform she wore, one that was also specific to her world.
For some reason he didn’t understand, unless the Bregril woman wanted a threesome, he stood inside the luxuriously appointed room, inhaling the officer woman’s honey musk scent and knew she bathed. Moving closer, he fully indulged his flaring nostrils, drawing in her flame-wild fragrance, partially due to her fire-shooting ability. Some in her race possessed the power to shoot lightning-like blazes from their palms.
It had been whispered about the galaxy, though, that when they were immersed in water, the power was dampened and nearly useless. If this was some kind of nefarious setup against him, he hoped that was true. Not all of his business trades were considered legitimate by any number of worlds.
Zio wasn’t prepared for the sight that met his gaze once he rounded the long sweeping pearlescent wall. Entranced, he stared.
She lay supine in the pink translucent soaking tub. Her mane of fiery goldspun hair tumbled in waves down the side and pooled on the clear platform, a most splendid loveliness. Her strongly formed face was also a sweetness that tugged at his soul, despite his raging arousal.
Obviously in a deep state of relaxation, her eyes shut, she didn’t move a muscle. Folding his arms, he leaned against the stout pillar that formed the edge of the wall. Gradually, Zio ran his gaze down the length of her body, seeing only one arm and her leg dangling outside the tub. Her skin was the color of sun-shimmering ivory and he glimpsed the shape of her round sumptuous curves through the florescent pink of the bathing tub.
Stars straight to Eros, even the way her calf was formed belonged to a Love Goddess. Suppressing his urge to snort ownership like a primitive, he straightened approaching her.
Almost immediately, she opened one eye. One brightly jeweled eye the same color as the sky above his family lands.
“I didn’t request the attentions of a gigolo.” She spoke in universal galactic, her tone commanding.
“Are you certain? I’m quite accomplished in the carnal arts.” Zio halted, giving her time to become accustomed to his physical appearance.
“I’ll just bet you are.” She trained her gaze like a weapon on his standing bulge, yet remained languid in posture, not moving.
“Would you like a demonstration of my prowess?” Zio eased closer and sank to one knee before her. Her gaze, ferocious with warning, raised to his face as he smiled with his male charm. To be singed by her hand would be worth it, if the whispers were wrong.
“I’d like a demonstration of you leaving my room. I’m quite accomplished in the use of a pistol phaser.” With deceptive slowness she lifted her arm from the water, the tiny weapon held in her palm. “Your career as a gigolo could be temporarily abated.”
Zio didn’t doubt her intention or her aim. He didn’t doubt his next words, either. “Most gorgeous woman in all the galaxy, please, be my bride.”
Her eyelids fluttered. Staggered, she regarded him seriously. With her training in the detection of truth, she would know his utter sincerity.
“I must decline.” Her softly spoken words held a stern note and she didn’t lower her pistol phaser.
“Eight reasons why I should become your husband. Counter them and I will leave. For now.” Given her high intelligence, Zio decided engaging his future Mate in this manner would let him remain with her for a longer time.
She blinked once, then brought the pistol higher, his bare throat her target. “Eight reasons, I’ll play your ridiculous game. But if you don’t leave, your voice box is mine.”
Who would have known his chosen woman would be a warrioress? Zio had certainly never considered such a wife. Now the thought excited him unbearably and unbridled his savage passions.
“First reason. My kind are monogamous.”
“A definite plus in a husband. Your kind, against my view, aren’t allowed on my home planet.”
“Second reason. My kind are faithful. No philandering ever.”
She hesitated for several moments, her breath quickening. It beat his heart faster. “Another plus. However, bonding by genetic disposition is not necessarily love.”
“Third reason. I’m fun to ride as a stallion and as a stud.”
The corner of her mouth threatened to quirk upwards and a hint of amusement shone in her eyes. “There are other stallions to ride on my world. And I’m not interested in living with an arrogant stud.”
“Fourth reason. I have the means to take care of you, to provide your every desire.”
“Is that so? How would I know that? True, your garments do display a certain level of wealth. However, that hardly guarantees your words.” She eyed him, her expression as intense as a no nonsense mare.
“Fifth reason. My endurance will be to your liking in our marital pleasures.”
A small smile possessed her kissable, temptress-full lips. “Endurance is one of my requirements in a husband. Since I’m not willing to give up my home world, your studly endurance doesn’t count.”
“Sixth reason. My heart already favors you. Ours will be a marriage of love.”
The misty softening of her eyes for the barest moment had Zio ready to lunge for her and capture her as his. Only his promise to her kept him immobile.
“My heart is not easily won. If you want a loving bride, choose another.” Emotional pain as he’d rarely witnessed flared up in her eyes, only to be swiftly hidden.
“Seventh reason. I dance extraordinarily well.”
She raised one redgold brow. “By yourself?”
“Alone, and as your partner. You will find it a delight to dance in my arms.”
“A delight? That is tempting, I admit. Still, who do I dance with on my world? I’m betting a year’s pay, you’re nature as a husband is possessive.”
“Primal and possessive.” Zio reined in his rearing ‘nature’. “Is it Corporal, your rank?”
“Your eighth reason. I’ve been on a long draining assignment and my patience is hanging by a thread. Or should I say, by a horse hair?”
“Eighth reason. With one touch I will bring you down to your knees, your passion for me as scorching as the flames you shoot.”
She studied his face, speculation flickering in her eyes along with something else, embers of awakened desire. “Maybe.” Her voice was tight with restraint. “With one touch of my thumb I will bring you down to the floor, writhing in agony and clutching your throat.”
Lastly, this is a series of flash scenes I posted on Shapeshifter Seductions. They are a prequel to TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS.
June 25, 2010
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part One ~
“Asteroid crapola!” Katta muttered. Impatience sliced through her with a viciousness unusual to her. From her intel-alliance with other intergalactic law agencies she knew Zio, the sky horse, as she thought of him, practically stud-nipped at her butt. Once again.
His private vessel was due to dock shortly. True to his equine race’s mating behavior, he’d chased her to every spaceport, his pursuit annoyingly relentless.
Slinging her lightweight travel bag onto her back, Katta entered the stream of disembarking passengers. Distracted with thoughts about how to escape the stud not-of-her-dreams, she remembered to smile at the star cruiser’s steward as if she merely enjoyed her vacation.
The tiger-shifter Huugosox man smiled engagingly in return. His direct gaze suggested he found her more enticing than the women ahead of her, now passing through the ship’s opulent, holo-generated exit.
Yeah, that’s what she so needed, a sex-clawing tiger instead of a wild-to-mount-her-ass stallion.
Not that she blamed the steward. To make herself appear like a fun-girl tourist, Katta had donned her outrageously pink bodysuit, the one that gleamed like water over her curves and served to sexually stun many alien-race men. Always an advantage when it came to protecting herself from numerous enemies, plus the other vermin-like villains she encountered on assignments.
Resisting the urge to extend her palm and shoot her flame at will, Katta flattened her hand on her thigh. Star hole hell! She hated being in the midst of crowds. Yet, here she was temporarily trapped. Taking deep breaths of the good-quality atmosphere, she moved with the other passengers along the corridor that led to a three-layered complex. Filled with shopping areas and galactic-cuisine eateries, the accommodations also ranged from simple to extravagant.
Katta’s palm itched nastily, ready to fire. Even though the area was spacious, she instinctively wanted to clear a path so she could flame Zio’s ass. Or his front. Whatever she could flash-fast target.
Once she reached the ultra-enormous sphere that was the spaceport complex, she strode onto the center walkway because it cut straight through like a diameter. Briskly moving, Katta scouted for a strategic place to hang out until she could hop onto the space jet she’d chartered. Not available for another quarter of the day.
By now, her stallion shifter pursuer knew the type of places she favored for food, for entertainment, and for gear. Seeing a large selection of possibilities, she ignored the inviting gaze of a Gracc man and leapt onto one of the stairway gliders. Used to various levels of gravity, her body automatically adjusted, and she landed lightly. In no time, she stepped onto the second level. Spotting a lingerie shop that only allowed women inside, she practically jogged toward the entrance.
“Nova-sex wow!” Katta slowly rotated, gaping at the gorgeously presented displays of exotic and beautiful lingerie. From dreamy ethereal to hardcore I-want-it-rough, each collection had its own setting that was mood perfection.
When she noticed how tightly she clutched the strap of her bag, Katta brought it before her and slipped her hand inside the weapon’s pocket. Her tiny pulse pen could blind most races with one strike.
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Two ~
“Goddess do behold,” Katta whispered, “this shop could be on Yemisque, tangerine carnal playground for the rich and famous. And, everyone else. But, especially for my sister.”
“May I be of assistance?” The galactic-speak of an Isyrik woman had Katta whipping around. The woman’s melodic voice was ‘anti-matter’ at odds with her appearance. A couple of heads taller, she was muscled to the max, yet, attired in a gown made out of soft fluid fabric.
Katta relaxed her stance. “You’re an expert. What would you recommend? I mean, this wouldn’t be for a lover. I want something for myself.”
“To enjoy your own beauty?” The Isyrik’s gaze sparkled with understanding, and Katta mentally sighed with relief.
“Yes. For my own pleasure.”
“May I show you to a private room?”
The thought was music to her ears, and Katta changed her expression to brightly hopeful. “Please. I have extra coin I’m dying to spend.”
“Ah, truly the universal language. This way.” The woman led her toward the surrounding ring of rooms. Most of the entries had been sealed indicating a large number of customers.
In short order, Katta waited inside an old-style, glamorous changing room, one that used mirrored surfaces instead of holo projection. With charming efficiency, her Isyrik attendant had presented a series of images. Katta chose her five favorites. Now, she sizzly tingled with anticipation at the thought of trying on the lingerie pieces.
Stripping off her bodysuit, then removing her adhering weaponry, she moved into the cleansing tube only briefly. Since the sky horse had been notorious at gaining entry where he wasn’t allowed, Katta retrieved the weapon she called her stud inhibitor, once she’d slipped on the gauze covering.
Katta had already used the device twice on her stallion-man nemesis. While she didn’t relish punishing his balls with pain, or paralyzing his body, it had been worth it the first time. Staggered, more from being unable to move, than any actual pain, Zio’s pride had suffered huge as a red giant sun.
His cryogenic-like frozen expression had said it all. Katta giggled at the memory spontaneously. Giggling was a rare occurrence for her, except when her sis, Jessa, got hold of her funny bone and didn’t let go.
At the time, Katta had sauntered the entire length of the raucous frenetic danceclub. She’d used her psi-hindsight to watch the rutting-disabled sky horse as his gaze ‘chased’ after her. Like a high class harlot on Mryub, Katta had exaggerated the sway of her hips, unable to resist tormenting him. He deserved it, given the *caught in a comet’s tail* hell he put her through.
Grab-a-laugh, yeah, Zio had been one mortified and fiercely frustrated man-stallion. Katta figured that would end his intergalactic chase. Nope. And no blue-star hope of ridding herself of his pursuit. He’d recovered all too fast, galloping his fleet trader’s craft over and under a space field of plasma clouds with an expertise that surprised her.
As the Isyrik woman entered with the gleaming rack of lingerie, Katta placed the stud inhibitor within reach. Smiling, she presented a small pouch of coin. “Whatever the difference in purchase price is, we’ll settle once I’ve decided.”
With a gracious nod of her head, the woman departed. Excitement quivered her belly and Katta quickly shed the gauze covering. Outrageously purple, the ultra-thin leather barely contained her breasts, and made her nipples look like beckoning sluts. The matching swirly micro-skirt clung below her hips. At each turn, it rippled showing off her butt.
Katta grinned and strutted, happy with her super-sexual appearance. After removing the simple design, she placed it on the buy tray. Since flaming red was one of her favored colors, Katta reached for the garment that wrapped around her bare body like an animal’s stripes.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” she whispered, and felt herself moan in appreciation.
“Primitive and definitely to my liking, beautiful woman. Shall I watch you parade before the mirrors again? Before I claim you?”
Katta froze for a fraction of a second only. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she grabbed for the stud inhibitor.
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Three ~ Hung Like a Horse
Using her palm to flame the incorrigible stud would cost Katta seconds she couldn’t afford. The inhibitor glowed, ready to fire. She whipped around with it, pointing at the apex of his all-too-handsome thighs.
Even as she shot the bright orange pulses, Katta knew she’d lost this round. Harmlessly, they sparked off his flight breeches. The sable-brown leather not only hugged his legs, but faithfully displayed the outline of his balls... hell’s own moan... larger than some planetoids she’d seen.
Lowering the inhibitor gradually, Katta followed the I-intend-to-take-you monolith that was his crotch. Obviously, the sky horse had protected himself with a sheet of platinum-diamond composite. The expense was galaxies-beyond her pay grade.
“Your welcoming perusal of my passion for you encourages my heart, my future mate.” The man-stallion approached with a smooth gait, despite the large impediment trapped inside his elegantly fashioned breeches.
“Welcoming?” Katta dead-aimed her hand for his heart, given his rakishly styled shirt exposed the deep bronze skin of his chest.
Mere strides away, Zio captured her wrist. Katta smacked her other palm on the impossibly hard muscles of his chest and called forth her fire. But her flame fizzled, betraying her. Her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled his maleness. Damn it to the cosmic wasteland, his virile scent always put her beneath his stud spell.
Their gazes clashed as he backed her against one of the mirror panels. “Katta.” His harsh breaths did terrible and wonderful things to her nether sex parts. So did his long tall cock as he pressed it against her belly. “Kattalonia, beautiful one, you know you belong to me.”
“I belong to no one, but myself, you decadent beast.” Somehow she’d managed to get the words past her embarrassingly quick pants, and even made them sound defiant.
“Decadent beast. I adore how you tease my libido with your lover’s names for me.” His dark amused tone rubbed over her deliciously.
One more time, Katta attempted to flame his chest, but she was hopelessly lost to her desires, a pool of hot yearning plasma. For him. Crap-particles, her usual luck had failed her.
“I am not your lover.” She might as well as have told him they were lovers eternal, given the impassioned flicker in the depth of his eyes. Only for her.
“My woman.” Releasing her wrist, he caressed to her elbow with a slow sensuality that made her gasp in pleasure.
Katta let her eyelids fall shut. “No. You can’t...I swear I’m going to laser-bake those balls of yours.”
His answer was to more firmly nestle his cock against her belly. Despite the leather barrier, the heat of his flesh monolith caused her to smolder all over, but especially between the lips of her pussy. Katta whimpered before she could suppress it.
“Just thinking of you, and now seeing you.” His nose nuzzled up the side of her neck. “Smelling you, Kattalonia, laser-heats my balls. I am ready to mount you. Lunge inside you until I hear your sweet screams of surrender. Your wild moans of bliss.”
“Oh, God of starfire, take me.”
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Four ~
Did those words really slip past her lips? Katta knew they had. Why, oh bent-space-hell why did she turn into a mindless wanton for him? Only him.
“Katta.” He groaned her name against her mouth. His lips seized hers in that dominant way that made resistance impossible. In that way, also, that ignited her like old-fashioned rocket thrusters. Zing out into space she went, lust’s slave.
He leaned forward pinning her to the mirror’s slippery surface with his stud-muscled frame. Goddess of the universe, could anything ever feel better? Certainly not in the I-want-this-man department. Planting his hands on either side of her, Zio fused their lips and ground his mouth against hers until she moaned uncontrollably.
Returning passion for passion, Katta let her hands go wild, and have their way with his back. The slick fabric of his shirt only encouraged her, defining the fierce strength of his stallion-like physique.
Feeling like a sex starved she-devil, Katta lunged upward. At the same time, she thrust her tongue past the barrier of his lips. The sky horse had never denied her before. He didn’t now. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Tangling, sliding, writhing furiously in an all-out war that brought about the most intense spikes of pleasure and need.
Zio stepped back suddenly, and lowered his hooded gaze. With a deliberation that drove her straight to weak-kneed insanity, he claimed every inch of her. His, the star-storm glitter of his eyes proclaimed. His to take as he pleased.
Helpless, with her hands trying to clutch the mirror panel, Katta watched him strip off his shirt. He tossed it aside, his demeanor the casual arrogance she despised, but dreamed about... unbidden dreams that became raunchy fantasies and always ended with his cock ravaging her. Oh, Goddess, don’t save her.
Katta whimpered as he loosened his breeches, the nano-specialized leather yielding to his touch. The slickness of her inner thighs threatened to be her undoing, as in landing on her ass. Loosed from its prison, she watched the forceful lunge of his cock toward her. Katta fell back against the mirror, barely glimpsing him palm off his boots, then his breeches.
“Woman. My woman.” His gaze was only for her face, only for her eyes. And, only for her.
She witnessed it in the deep-space black depths of his eyes.
Katta screamed inside for him to come take her. She might have screamed the words, maybe... but her loud breathy pants didn’t allow for any other sound to escape.
With a growl that was utter possession, he launched against her. She felt the edge of his teeth slightly graze her shoulder a split second before he gripped the red striping. Zio tore the lingerie from her body so ruthlessly, Katta’s entire body quaked.
Beneath his hungry gaze her breasts trembled. Out-of-this galaxy sensations she’d never felt ripped through her. Simultaneously, her nipples ripened to an ache only he could stop.
That’s what got her every time – why she couldn’t fight him, or deny him – their overwhelming take-no-prisoners passion.
“Zio... yes. Yes, you bad wicked stud.”
I hope you enjoyed my authorly trip down memory lane. Smiles.
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