ASMSG Scifi Fantasy Paranormal Emagazine April 2015 | Page 31

RELEASE BY TREATY
Kayla Stonor

of screwing a lizard. No act could betray his men
more viciously.
Commander Jeremiah Smith, combat pilot and
asteroid belt navigator extraordinaire served with
Marcel’s sister, until the K’lahn shot her down.
Smithy and his sister both deserved better. Then there
was Lieutenant Eustace “Zeus” Windsor, direct
descendant of British Royalty and expert K’lahn
exterminator. Zeus would murder Marcel for even
considering the idea, as would Raiss Tyrone, a deep
thinker who could turn a quarter into a lethal weapon.
Marcel vaguely remembered Tyrone screaming that
the K’lahn had chopped his hand off. He couldn’t be
sure. Everything in that hell hole merged into a dark
haze. Captain Bea Solomon had stopped screaming
first. A United Regions Marine and brilliant engineer,
she was the toughest woman he’d ever fought with,
forever berating the boys for thinking with the wrong
head.
Got that right, Bea.
A black depression seeped out of his memories. He
let Bea down. Let them all down. Colonel Abe
Marcel, decorated officer, led the best team he could
have asked for into an ambush.

Marcel winced. She was putting out that damn smell
again, that cinnamon spice cocktail that turned his
cock into a rampant flagpole distraction until he took
direct action to relieve the ache. His frequent need to
visit the bathroom embarrassed him. The thought of
mating with a K’lahn lizard drove him insane. So she
was blue, with yellow lizard eyes, and skin covered in
tiny little sparkling scales. The woman also had the
tightest ass he’d ever seen, curvy handful breasts with
dark blue pebbled nipples, and he could only imagine
the things she’d do for him with that long, wicked
tongue of hers that darted out to wet her lips.
Blue luscious wet lips, she breathed hard like she was
about to pop off right there in front of him. She
stared, unblinking, lizard fuck-me eyes. She wanted it
bad, and he wanted to give it to her, but he just
couldn’t do it.
He jolted himself from the sexual spell she constantly
cast over him and focused on his revulsion at the idea

Got cocky. He didn’t deserve his freedom. He didn’t
deserve his life.
They’d sworn to go down together. Never submit to
the enemy. Never.
Every illicit moment taking pleasure from a lizard
sullied his team’s sacrifice.
None of that conquered his need to kiss this magical
creature’s lips as she leaned in to him. The craving
consumed him, twisted his perception and dulled his
mind in a roaring rush of need.
His head dipped to meet her and time slowed. The
bass hum of the ship’s engine faded into the distance.
She tasted of sweet burnt caramel, so hot his blood
raged through his veins. The urge to bury his ramrod
shaft inside those soft delicious curves disintegrated
any shred of integrity.
Grasping Dol’ce by the throat, he rammed her against
the wall and assaulted her tasty mouth with a vicious
tongue. He veiled his guilt with anger, as if violence
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