On Corridian Wings: Mira’s Deception Steven W. Boiseman All rights reserved. Copyright ©2005 Steven W. Boiseman No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Changeling Press LLC. ISBN: 1-59596-156-9 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1561 Shepherdstown, WV 25443-1561 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Carolyn Robinson Cover Artist: Karen Fox This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. Chapter One The bug-eyed Gaffi snorted through three moist nostrils. Lars Dax gagged at the foul misty stench. His eyes watered and he cleared his throat before restating the demand. “Look at it.” His menacing tone cut through the cacophony of interspecies chatter that saturated the bar room of Bawdy Town’s seediest brothel, the Hairy Knobb. The bartender raised his eyebrows making them stand a clear centimetre above his orange forehead. His oversized pea green orbs then dipped as he considered the holo-portrait being projected from the ring on Lars’ forefinger. Standing on the grimy bar top was a miniature female Corridiana of exceptional beauty. The bartender had seen a lot of hot females in his time but this one was way out of his experience. She was slim with a halo of blonde hair framing a delicate oval face. Above her fragile smile shone luminous grey eyes, which even in this low quality projection, were mesmerising. She had perfect breasts, round and pert within the tight bodice, and her wings, a pure virginal white, were folded behind her back so that the tips crossed above her head. “Who is she? A holo-star?” “Her name is Elenii Dax. Have you seen her?” The Gaffi grunted in amusement. “Not in here.” Lars’ patience began to drain away. “Have you seen her anywhere?” The nostrils twitched and the slit of a mouth curled sarcastically. “Nooo.” “Have you heard of any Corridianas in Bawdy Town? She would have arrived within the last six months.” “What is she to you?” the Gaffi asked, glancing at Lars’ impressive wings. Steven W. Boiseman On Corridian Wings: Mira’s Deception - 4 - “That’s only important if you’ve seen her,” Lars said as his right hand shot out and grabbed the Gaffi by the shirt collar, pulling him half over the bar and sending a glass of flat cinder crashing to the floor. The Hairy Knobb went suddenly quiet as the bemused clientele stopped their parochial gossip to watch the unexpected drama being played out in front of them. “Do you know where she is?” “I told you,” the Gaffi said, his nostrils flaring and his eyebrows joining together in a threatening frown. “Now why don’t you walk out of here while you still can?” Gaffies were not usually so assertive and Lars regretted his impatience. In an establishment like this there were obviously toughs standing by. A feminine voice came from his left. “I know her.” Lars released the Gaffi and turned to the human female who had come up silently to stand beside him. He quickly sized her up; a few centimetres shorter than himself with glossy black hair hoisted in a coil on top of her head which increased her height by a good ten centimetres. She was naked to the waist, with a tiny neon green loincloth covering her sex. Her brightly rouged and ringed nipples were erect and pointing at him. “Where is she?” She flicked glowing green eyes to the Gaffi. “I’ll have a cinnamon cinder.” The Gaffi snorted and after straightening his shirt plucked a bottle from a shelf behind the bar and sloshed its fuming contents into a tumbler. The human picked it up, gave Lars a mercurial smile and, with swaying hips, sauntered suggestively to a vacant booth. Lars produced a coin between thumb and forefinger and as the Gaffi went to take it he closed his fist. Lars nodded at the half naked human. “Who is she?” The Gaffi shrugged. “No name. Just a puss from Blow Row.” Lars closed his dark eyes. Blow Row was, as the name suggested, a dark alley in the ghetto where cheap anonymous mouths would suck whatever organs required pleasuring. Lars prayed to The Odin that Elenii was not anywhere near there. He dropped the coin onto the bar. “Keep the change.” The Gaffi snorted fragrantly. “Wonderful. I can retire at last.” Steven W. Boiseman On Corridian Wings: Mira’s Deception * * * - 5 - Mira watched the red-haired Corridian pay the bartender and walk gracefully toward her. She had never been so close to one of his breed before and he had literally taken her breath away. This one was muscular with long slim legs encased in the thin grey film of his flight suit. His sturdy hips were girdled by a shiny black utility belt from which a holstered laser pistol hung casual and deadly. Her eyes took in his thin waist, flat stomach, deep chest and broad shoulders. She took a shallow breath to avoid inhaling his scent, which was, even from a distance, intoxicating. She had almost melted at the bar with her head awash in the syrupy thickness of his pheromones. Drawn in by his magnetic presence, her eyes had been locked onto the scalloped edges of his pure white wings. It had been all she could do not to reach out and touch his penna and feel for herself those feathers rumoured to be as soft as silk. Her pussy had liquefied and she could feel the blood pumping through her veins as he approached. How she was going to stay on purpose and stop herself from grabbing him by the shoulders and planting a kiss on those firm lips she didn’t know. With a gentle sweep behind his back his right arm moved his wings to one side and he sat down. “You know Elenii?” He had a deep, masculine voice and it seemed that it reverberated within her chest so that she felt that somehow he was inside her already. Here was a being of strength, she thought approvingly, with much power and determination. He was exactly what she was looking for. Mira blew a cloud of vapour from her drink, pursed her full lips and took a dainty sip. She had to play this right. She needed him. “Rooms are twenty-five clits. Fifty clits for an hour.” The Corridian’s dark eyes raked her furiously and then something passed over his eyes, a broiling cloud of frustration, despair and exhaustion. He began to stand. “An extra twenty-five clits for the gist.” He sat down again. Steven W. Boiseman On Corridian Wings: Mira’s Deception - 6 - “You have to get a room or they’ll beat me.” The Corridian dropped a pile of coins onto the table. Mira picked them up, took him by the hand. As she led him past the bar she flipped a coin at the Gaffi, who snorted a room code to her. The room on the third floor was barely a cubicle with a single pallet on the floor and a UV shower in the corner. She sat on the pallet and started pulling off the most substantial part of her costume -- her black knee high boots. Hands on hips, the Corridian stood watching her. The feathers of his wing coverts were bristling and within his flight suit she could see the outline of a significant cock. He dressed to the right, she noted. “Well,” she prompted. “Are you going to undress?” “Elenii,” he said flatly. “I’ve never had a Corridian before. What’s your name?” “What do you know of Elenii?” Mira smiled as sweetly as she could and peeled away the loincloth that hid her shaven pussy. Spreading her legs, she ran her fingers over her dewy slit. She smiled with triumph as his cock swelled and pulsed. It must be enormous, she thought. Come to me, my Pegasus, my winged horse. The Corridian stood motionless, staring down at her imperiously. Mira dropped to her knees before him and ran her fingers up his muscular thighs, careful not to touch that pulsing organ. Not yet, she cautioned. Let his excitement build. She breathed deeply, letting his powerful scent wash over her. Within Mira, right down at the molecular level, his pheromones were initiating hormonal reactions that were making her as horny as she had ever felt in her life. He reached down and, grasping her under her arms, lifted her effortlessly, suspending her in midair, eye to eye, her toes stretching to, but not reaching, the floor. “Elenii,” he pressed. His breath was sweet and hot. She felt desire wash over her once again and feared her pussy was shamelessly dripping her desire onto the floor. His eyes were dark Steven W. Boiseman On Corridian Wings: Mira’s Deception - 7 - pits, blacker than the ebonisian void and she felt she could fall forever into their mysterious depths. Mira had an irrational sense that she was losing herself to him and if she didn’t do something quick she’d be lost forever. She kissed him. His lips were warm and firm and they almost opened to her probing tongue, but he resisted and clamped them shut. He was certainly a determined one. With her lips still firmly locked onto his she reached around the wide expanse of his chest and gently stroked the scapular feathers of his wings. Her fingers slid along their frictionless length and she luxuriated at their almost liquid texture, so soft, like the finest silk. He shuddered and Mira sensed rather than heard his groan of pleasure. She trailed her fingers down along the leading edge of the primary wing unt...
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