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  He pushed her back suddenly and Tamara fell atop the altar. She hadn't even been aware they had moved. He was still inside her, now atop her and pounding into her body with lusty abandon. She tensed and moaned loudly, rushes of sensation filling her, exploding into millions of fiery spasms. She arched her back and grabbed her tits, pulling on her nipples and coming again. Her pussy slapped wetly against his soaked balls as he continued to pump her while her sheath squeezed his shaft with her orgasms. She screamed again and he chuckled softly.

  He exploded inside her, tensing and groaning, filling her up with come. His cock continued to pulse as he filled her to overflowing. Tamara gasped, coming again. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in ecstasy.

  The fiery-haired man leaned close to her, deep inside her still-trembling body and whispered, “You have done well, Tamara Sable. Welcome to Sybar."

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  CRASH LANDINGS

  Tamara made her way across the forest floor and stumbled over the thick mass of roots. She grumbled to herself as she grazed her shoulder against the rough bark of a tree and sighed.

  Crashing on this planet was a nightmare from the beginning. She didn't know where the hell she was, and all she'd seen so far was damp, smelly, murky swamp and forest.

  She stumbled a little further, into a relatively dry clearing covered with blue-green grassy stubble, and dropped to the ground with a disgusted grunt.

  She pulled her leather flight jacket closer around herself and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

  A light, icy drizzle began to fall just then and Tamara groaned louder.

  "Fuck,” she spat. “Hell."

  * * * *

  Karayan chuckled softly.

  Dirandans were supposed to know better than to land here. The agreement the elders had with the Dirandan Directorate was that no unauthorized crafts were to violate Latharna's airspace, especially if they could be seen by the common people. If he could locate the pilot, he'd have an advantage over Elders. He could use such an advantage to further his own magical career.

  The pilot was a stunning Dirandan woman with hair the color of wine and clear, bright blue eyes.

  She sat up, unholstered her weapon and fired it at a nearby lightning struck stump. It made a loud discharge and the stump exploded in a black cloud of charcoal. She smiled grimly and dropped the weapon back into its holster.

  Karayan hefted his sablewood runestaff and walked into the clearing.

  * * * *

  Tamara didn't jump but she was surprised. She unholstered her pistol again, and trained it on the tall, robed man who appeared in the clearing. Standing slowly, she asked, “Who are you?” in Standard, hoping he understood her.

  * * * *

  About all Karayan caught was ‘who', but it was enough. Considering her, he grinned. The woman was clearly Dirandan, with the slender, sharp features and large gemstone colored eyes of her race. Her robust body was sheathed in snug black pants of a kind of twill-weave, a sleeveless, thin, violet cotton tunic, that clung enticingly to her generous curves and a fitted black leather jacket.

  "Karayan Varick,” he said flawless Dirandan. “You have landed illegally."

  The woman blinked. “Where—?"

  "Latharna."

  She frowned. “Then I'm hell and gone from the course I started out on."

  Karayan nodded. “Quite likely."

  "And in a lot of trouble.

  He offered a rather nasty grin. “Quite true."

  Tamara holstered her gun.

  She looked at the Latharnan man in front of her, leaning casually on a satiny, charcoal colored staff engraved with strange characters. His face was sharply handsome, intelligent, with a crafty cast to it. Long wine colored hair was caught loosely in a black leather thong at the nape of his neck. He wore rich, crimson brocaded robes over his black leathers.

  "Somehow I don't think you're the guy in charge around here,” Tamara said.

  Karayan chuckled. “True, but I am a runemaster and chaos sorcerer. I wouldn't try to use that weapon, should you consider it. I'm the best bet you've got for escape from Latharna."

  "Is that so?” Tamara smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

  Karayan's insolent gaze followed that gesture, sliding appreciatively over her. “It is."

  Taking a step toward her, he hefted his staff and the symbols carved into it seemed to catch the ambient light, shimmering a pewter color as he moved through the clearing.

  "Once the Elders figure out you're here—and they will—they're going to come looking for you. If I should turn my back on you, you'll suffer more at their hands, not only for being an unauthorized Dirandan, but a Dirandan with only average ability."

  He stopped about two feet away from her. “If you were a Crystal Master or Sorcerer, you'd have some bargaining power. As it is...” He tilted his head to the side, assessing her with his glittering storm grey eyes. “You need me, and I think you realize that. I am a not inconsiderable magician. If we agree to work together, we can both get something out of this."

  Tamara looked at him quietly for a bit.

  "You're right,” she said finally.

  Karayan smiled. “I would have a name from you then, Dirandan."

  "Tamara Sable."

  "Tam Sable?” he exclaimed in astonished amusement, “By Loki, I thought you a man."

  "I get that a lot,” she said, smirking in spite of herself. “I'm surprised anyone knows about me here."

  "There's not much that goes on anywhere that my Patron does not know about,” Karayan said with a touch of smugness in his voice. “Thus, I know much."

  Tamara ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at him. He stepped closer to her. “Loki, I take it, is your patron?” she said slowly, her breathing quickening as her eyes fixed on his.

  Karayan nodded. “Among other things, I am what your people call a Priest. Loki's High Priest to be exact. Favored by the Clever One.” He trailed a finger down her cheek and slid it under her chin, lightly but firmly drawing her face toward his.

  "Oh,” Tamara mumbled, moving toward him.

  She'd not seen hair that color in a long time. His eyes were like silvery black hematite.

  He pressed his lips to hers and slid his hand down over her throat to her shoulder. Slipping inside her jacket, he trailed warm fingers over the full roundness of her breast and cupped it, squeezing it a little and she moaned softly into his mouth.

  He kissed her deeply, wrapping his other arm around her waist.

  She felt the staff press against her back as he pulled her tight against him, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned louder, her arms sliding around his waist, inside the heavy velvet robes. Her hips pressed against his and she felt the hard length of him rub her stomach. She twitched, her hips pushing against him as he kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue and plunging in and out of her mouth. His staff rubbed her butt slowly, sliding up and down against her as his hand slid under her top and began pulling on her nipple. She squirmed against him, panting, as she felt him slide his staff between her legs and begin to rub it against her.

  He stopped kissing her, grinning. “Like that?” he murmured, pushing her top up over her breasts as he rubbed his shaft against her.

  Tamara reached down to wrap her hands around it and began to slide along it, groaning.

  Her breasts bounced and Karayan watched her, letting go of the staff to watch her a moment.

  With a quick twist of his fingers, he tore Tamara's violet top off, the thin fabric giving way easily. Taking each nipple between his finger and thumb, he twisted them hard, pulling them with each bounce. She gasped, shuddering a little.

  "Fuck me,” she moaned, squirming, riding the staff like a witch on a broom, her breasts bouncing harder. “Oh...” she groaned, shivering, “Gods, this feels so good...” She slid along his staff, the runes glowing brighter as she did so.

  He could smell her musky scent and twis
ted her nipples again, watching her face as she came with a cry. He laughed softly and pulled the staff away from her, tossing it gently aside, into the moss. It continued to glow for a while as he took Tamara by the shoulders and slid her down to her knees.

  Tamara mmmed softly as he buried his fingers in her hair and pushed her head towards his hips. His belt unfastened and she reached up as his swollen cock pushed its way free of his quickly unlaced pants.

  He pushed her head down and she obediently opened her mouth to slide over his thick, smooth head and began to suck. He shivered and began pumping her mouth, his hands pulling on her silky auburn hair.

  Tamara moaned loudly. Wet, slurping and sucking sounds filled the clearing.

  "Yes...” he growled, “that's it ... very good...” He thrust faster, grunting as she moaned and gasped.

  She sucked on him, hard, swirling her tongue over his cock, scraping her teeth against his sensitive skin.

  He pulled her hair, shoving her up and down as his hips thrust harder and he growled, stiffening. Then with a loud groan, he began to pulse, hard, his come spurting down her throat.

  Tamara swallowed and kept sucking as he came, as he continued to jerk and spasm in her mouth.

  Finally he tore her head away from his cock and pushed her backward.

  She fell into the grass.

  He looked at her a moment, then came down on top of her, kissing her hard. He moved aside. “Take off your boots and pants."

  Tamara immediately moved to obey him.

  Karayan watched her with a smile as he shucked his own clothes.

  In only her slim leather flight jacket, she knelt on the grass in front of him, legs spread, the light sprinkling of soft curls between her legs glistening and wet. Her enticing round curves flushed pink, her large, soft breasts thrust from the front of her jacket invitingly. She licked her lips and watched him. As she did, she slid one hand between her legs. Her hand began to move, a soft wet sound coming from her. She moaned.

  "Oooh ... Karayan,” she breathed, “I'm so wet ... I need you to fuck me in the worst way..."

  He grinned. “Do you?” he teased, standing in front of her, just out of her reach, his thick cock beginning to harden again and turning a deep shade of reddish purple as he watched her.

  Tamara slid her fingers into her pussy and began to thrust, her thumb playing with her swollen clit. “You seem to be doing fine on your own."

  Tamara licked her lips again. “Yes, but I need you ... your nice, thick cock in me, filling me...” she said, wriggling. “Come on, I know you're ready again..."

  He considered her, then picked up his staff. He pushed her down onto her back and spread her legs.

  Tamara watched him as he pulled her hand from her sopping wet pussy, then slid his staff slowly into her. She groaned loudly. The staff was thick and hard, smooth and warm. As he pushed it into her, it warmed and she gasped, squirming.

  Grinning, he watched Tamara's juices stream down over the runes, causing them to glow even brighter.

  "Like that?” he asked her softly, caressing her swollen clit with his free hand.

  Tamara's answer was a loud moan and tremble. She twitched her hips against the staff once, twice, then groaned as he slid it slowly out a little, then back in. She shuddered. “Ohh ... Yes ... fuck me with your staff..."

  She reached down to wrap her hand around the thick, hot shaft invading her and Karayan smiled as she shuddered again. “It's so big...” she whispered. “Fuck me with it ... please."

  He began to pump the staff slowly, in and out of Tamara's dripping pussy. She groaned and squirmed, thrusting her hips against it.

  He murmured and a soft shudder went through the staff. It began to vibrate inside her.

  Tamara gasped loudly. “Oh! Yes!” she cried out, squirming. “Yes!"

  He began to pump it faster, and she responded, writhing, moaning and shaking. He leaned over her and sucked on her shuddering tits, licking the quivering mounds of flesh, sucking her stiff and swollen nipples.

  She screamed, arching her back, pushing her breasts against his face.

  A gesture, and the staff began moving of its own accord, fucking her as Karayan concentrated on her lovely, big breasts, burying his face between them, squeezing, pulling, twisting them, enjoying the view as they shook with each thrust and squirm.

  He then lifted her and turned her over. “On your hands and knees.” he muttered in her ear, sucking her earlobe.

  The staff continued to fuck her without stopping as Karayan straddled it and brought his own staff to bear on Tamara's ass. He smacked the full, round flesh with it a couple of times, then slid between, prodding her.

  Tamara groaned, “Ooooohhh ... yes ... fuck my ass too..."

  He grinned and pushed his cock deep into Tamara's gorgeous, tight ass.

  She gave a sharp, shuddering gasp then moaned so loudly it seemed to echo through the forest around them. He could feel his staff continuing its enchanted activity beneath him, lightly brushing his balls with each thrust. That only helped to increase his pleasure as he filled her and began to fuck her ass with abandon.

  Tamara shuddered, the sensation of two thick, hard lengths inside her, vibrating and thrusting hard and fast, driving all coherent thought out of her mind. “Oh...” she groaned, “I'm sooo full ... ! Yes ... yes ... harder ... oh, fuck me harder!” The pounding increased and Tamara groaned loudly, gasping. She writhed and rocked, her body stiffening in continuous explosive bursts of pleasure.

  Karayan felt her come over and over, her body stiffening and twitching around him. Through his magical extension into his staff, he felt her sheath twitch and squeeze it as she orgasmed again and again and he groaned softly, feeling his own body respond to her. He twitched, pulsed and exploded, shooting his own juices deep into her body, with a loud, long groan of release.

  Tamara continued to come as Karayan's staff continued to fuck her. She was panting and shaking, her voice hoarse.

  Finally, Karayan withdrew the staff and Tamara collapsed on the soft moss with a shuddering moan.

  He slid down beside her.

  "Very, very, very nice.” he muttered after a long while. “You're one of the best fucks I've ever had."

  Tamara turned hazy, soft ocean-blue eyes towards him. “Yeah,” she managed in a thick voice. “Oohh yeah ... I have got to do that again..."

  Karayan chuckled. “Oh yes. And again, and again."

  His fingers curled around the staff and, placing a hand on Tamara's exposed breast, he grinned.

  The two of them vanished.

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  THAT WHICH I DESIRE

  Irisa Latham lifted her head out of the dirt and leaves and looked around her.

  Every muscle in her body ached from the hard fall she'd taken and she slowly pushed herself up. As she did, she heard a soft, low snicker that sent a chill shooting through her, her already tired and aching body going rigid. She froze, where she was and closed her eyes a long moment.

  She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach clenching tightly as she felt his presence coming closer. His soft, nasty snickering assured her that this unfortunate accident was in reality, nothing of the sort.

  She gathered herself and got to her feet.

  "Captain Derian,” she said softly, brushing leaves, dirt and grass from her soft, brown leather jacket and fluffy grass-green tail, fighting to maintain an attitude of cool aplomb, “you're making a mistake."

  "Oh, I don't think so."

  Renwyk Derian smiled. The ambient sunlight caught strands of gold in the fine sable-black fur covering his face, glinting off his tufted, pointed ears. He showed a row of sharp white teeth that made Irisa step back in spite of herself.

  Absently, she moistened her lips with her tongue and frowned intently at him. She ran a hand across the fine satiny fur on her forehead, brushing stray silver-white curls away from her face. She was rather dismayed when her fingers came away damp.

  Renwyk chu
ckled again and she glanced up sharply at him.

  He had stopped only a few feet from her and leaned back on one leg, considering her. A thin, calculating smile crossed his lips and his intensely rich blue eyes slitted.

  He wore a long, black leather captain's coat, trimmed in gold over a dark, royal blue shirt. His tailored black leather pants were tucked into a pair of tall black boots. On one hip was holstered his plasma pistol, but it wasn't the gun that concerned her. No, it was the aura of barely contained sorcerous power he had, the very power, in fact, that had finally run her to ground here on this dusty, dirty backwater planet.

  She swallowed hard, looking up at him apprehensively.

  Renwyk continued to gaze coolly at her, towering over her; tall, massive and imposing. His gold-sheened thick sable hair was gathered loosely at the nape of his neck with a navy leather thong, and he wore one narrow golden hoop at the tip of his ear. She blinked up at him, fighting against her own fear and the powerful desire to break and run again. His long, slender black tail swished slowly, hypnotically, back and forth, brushing the scattered dead leaves littering the forest floor behind him. He said nothing, arms crossed over his chest, almost as though daring her to try to escape ... knowing she wouldn't succeed.

  She swallowed hard, her own peridot eyes narrowing at him. “It was an accident,” she breathed, not sure why she was going into this again, but the look in his eyes was frighteningly intense and it was doing things to her insides that were beginning to scare her. “I don't know how many times—"

  Renwyk's hand shot out, long, leather-clad fingers closing tightly around her arm, jerking her toward him.

  Irisa gasped sharply, her words lost as she stumbled forward, her tail and free arm flailing about trying, to regain her balance.

  "I don't care what you want me to believe, Irisa...” he snarled, pulling her harshly against his solid chest. “I know what you intended ... and trust me, I plan to make you pay for it."

  She swallowed hard. “No, Renwyk,” she said, fighting to keep her voice even and unemotional, but it shook anyway. “I know what it looked like, but all I wanted was to get out of there alive ... I didn't set off the charge ... I wanted to..."