Flash of the Buccaneer King

Avast me hearty fierce Big Cats, the Kougar luvs Pirate Day at the Liquid Silver SEx blog... thanks for the mighty flashing entertainment, Roscoe James, host of Flash Fiction Sunday.

Here's moi’s piratey flash from the last piratey good time, plus two more flashies added ~

The Buccaneer King’s Captive

Zambrono drastically reduced the speed of his space hawk jet. He’d launched from his Galleon cruiser mere minutes ago. Someone was about to steal the cargo he’d already claimed with his own eye via his senors. On his galleon’s main screen he’d watched a three-person Slip, a small battle cruiser, flash-shoot toward the heavy-bellied transport craft being escorted by a fleet of six warships. Whoever engaged the warships must have balls as heavy as dense black matter because the other galactic pirates he knew would have given it a wide berth without enough attack ships. Zambrono growled, his lip curling.

Selendra streaked her Slip between two of the warships, blasting them both with one of her secret weapons. Streams of diamond-fed plasma disabled one warship and significantly damaged the other. Looping above them, she dove toward the warship on her tail and fired hydro-shots into its central energy core. That would slow it down until she could finish it off. Zigzagging past the limping warship, she flew beneath the whale-like transport and targeted the bay hatch. Her red cutting beams seared away the magnetic-hold field. Having dispatched two warships already, she spun her ship like a top, searching... oh, no!

Zambrono caught the charging warship’s core with his gold suspension rays, and left it floating helplessly close to the transport. While he roared a laugh of triumph, he watched the Slip halt its amazing spin, then lock on his hawk jet with a particle scan beam. A second later the balls-brave captain slid the Slip up and to the side of the transport, out of his firing range, unless he wanted to take a chunk out of the transport’s cargo hold. “Later,” he snarled the promise. Corkscrewing his jet toward the warship still able to attack, he gold-coated its core.

Selendra’s innards flinched for an instant. Her scan didn’t lie. That was the hawk jet of the man known as the Buccaneer King. Well, frizzle frazzle hell, he wasn’t getting her hard-won cargo. Avoiding the pulse cannons peppering space around the third cargo bay’s entrance, Selendra carefully wove toward her real target, located within the bay she hadn’t attacked. Keeping one eye glued to the jet hawk’s advance, she unsealed the tiny bay’s field and cruised her Slip inside the instant the door cracked open. She re-sealed the door enough to allow for some gravity. The ten giant cases settled.

Zambrono barked with irritation. The Slip had vanished from his sensors and not within the bay that had been opened with red cutting beams. With the warships useless, he aimed for the guts of the transport and fired his plasma ice ray, freezing the four energy cores to gelatinous goo. The cores would reform in a short time powering the transport again. He grrrrrd, then sneered. What the black hole hell was the other pirate captain up to? His curiosity engaged and his wrath, Zambrono combed his sensors over the transport looking for the balls-to-the-space-walls captain. He found him, departing.

Selendra sidled the Slip close to the cases, filled with the red diamonds that had been stolen from the Juijitts, then illegally sold, and now on their way to a weapons’ manufacturer. Swiftly placing on her breathing helmet, she opened her own holding bay. She seized her magnetic grappler and jogged the short distance to her bay. Waiting for the atmosphere to stabilize enough, she hauled ass outside and rapidly attached the beam-lock to the cases, loading them one by one. About to enter her hold, she felt muscular arms latch onto her waist, and squeeze unmercifully. “What the hell...”

Zambrono finished, “you’re a girl.” His new prize twisted like a fairy fiend, seeking any way to hurt him, and escape. He kept his capture of her, barely. Her exceptionally rounded ass attacked his engorging cock without mercy. Her soft, beautifully firm breasts were no easier on his forearms as he carried her to his hawk jet. The heels of her boots struck his booted shins. And he would have laughed heartily at the way her arms flailed seeking his harm, if he could be certain of his hold on her. Tossing her within, he dived on top of her.
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July 5, 2009

Selendra writhed furiously beneath the heavy-bodied beast of a man. Hell-stars! His Lass-Picker felt as weighty as the anchor of her sea yacht and his reflexes were nearly as quick as her own. “Hold still, ya female demon thief. Yer my prize now. An’ I’ll do with you what pleases me, I swear to the Almighty Galactic.” Selendra stilled utterly, sensing the approach of the cargo vessel’s guard. “That’s better, girlie. Let’s get a look at you.” With swift ease, he removed her helmet. She glared her wrath as her hair tumbled around her shoulders. “They’re coming, you crass mammoth.”

Zambano rarely lost his speech when gazin’ at a woman. “Get off me, you uncouth lout!” Her snarling voice coiled through him like a nebula serpent threatening to feast on him and his ship. “If you want to save your worthless ugly hide, Buccaneer King,” her tone stripped his skin off, “you’ll get off me, so we can both escape.” The fae beauty had a definite point... and not the point of his fleshly broadsword inside her petaled port. Zambrano leapt upward. Spinning on his boot heel, he beam-attached her Slip, then shot into space, the guards blasting his backside.
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X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues....

Part 190 ~

Sylva tingled at the primal glitter in her cowboy’s eyes, her sex hormones tickled as she liked to think about it. Obviously, Zeke had grown beyond that youthful brawling behavior, given what she’d observed and what she sensed about him. Still, if she was honest with herself, didn’t a woman want a man who was fighting-tough enough to protect her? She’d always been conscious about protecting herself. It’s not like men were around to do it, or would do it. Besides, she liked the inner satisfaction of relying on herself. Yet, she whirled with a lovely dizziness over her cowboy.

Zeke refocused on his bride, his memory fading into the past where it belonged. He wouldn’t change a durn thing about those two days, despite the brutish after affects. He’d learned about the deep reservoirs within himself, the ability to keep on fighting no matter what the circumstance, especially if a man had been wronged in some way... like Ranson’s cheating. “Have I crossed the line, darlin’? Too much gory detail?” Her eyes glinted with the soft smile she gave him. “No,” she shook her head, “I asked. I wanted to know. Did you whoop a victory, or fall over?”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 170 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
KISS WEEK IS HERE!
Lindsay begins with a ‘shy kiss’ from her historical romance novel, BRONZE LIGHTNING.
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THE PINK BLOG ~
Lots of good author entries!
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Saturday ~ Paris blogged about the process of writing her novels.
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ The release date of the THE CHALLENGE.
Tuesday ~ The Kougar - “I slowly reach for the hammer...”
Monday ~ Francesca blogs about her upcoming trip to DC for the RWA Nationals.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story the Kougar blogs ~ WRATH OF THE DRAGONESS ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
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Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

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