Duocarn Portraits: David

Diese Woche: David

Tervenarius und ich - wir hatten uns ja auf eine etwas seltsame Art kennengelernt. Eigentlich ist es mir heute noch ein bisschen peinlich, dass ich wirklich gedacht habe ich könne fliegen. Aber, wäre ich nicht gesprungen, ich hätte Tervenarius nicht kennengelernt. Er wäre mit seinem Kefir in sein Auto gestiegen und einfach verschwunden. Aber nun ist er mein Freund und Geliebter, auf den ich niemals wieder verzichten will.
Ja, wir hatten eine Trennungsphase von vier Jahren. Es waren grauenvolle Jahre, in denen ich fast verzweifelt bin. Aber Moment, das kommt ja erst im zweiten Buch. Oder im dritten? Also erzähle ich an dieser Stelle nicht weiter.
Nur so viel zu mir: Ich heiße David Martinal, bin 28 Jahre alt und Häusermakler in Vancouver. Ich liebe alles was im Tier- und Pflanzenreich giftig ist. Ein außerirdischer Giftpilz passte also hervorragend in meine Sammlung. :)

Pat McCraw hat mir in der 7-teiligen Erotic FantasyBuchserie eine tragende Rolle gegeben. Tervenarius und ich - wir sind für die Homoerotik zuständig. Pat hat unsere Liebe so gut gefallen, dass sie uns einen eigenen Band gewidmet hat der "Duocarns - Ewige Liebe" heißt. fast hätte ich eben "dominante Rolle" geschrieben, aber das hätte nicht der Wahrheit entsprochen. Ich bin - wie man im Japanischen so schön sagt der "Uke" - eine Rolle die mir ausgesprochen gut gefällt.

Hier noch eine Leseprobe aus Band 2 in der ich Tervenarius mal wieder reize bis er etwas von sich gibt. (Verdammt, war das jetzt doppeldeutig?) Entschuldigt.
Ach so hier der Link zum Start - Duocarns - Die Ankunft gibt es als Ebook und als Printausgabe bei Amazon.

»Warum bist du denn so dagegen, dass ich zu dem Treffen gehe, Terv?«

   Terv hob den Kopf. Er saß auf einem gepolsterten Stuhl vor dem kleinen Rolltisch, auf dem sein Laptop immer stand. Er hatte sich auf Google Earth genau die Umgebung des Kensington-Parks angesehen und eingeprägt.
   David zog eine schwarze Jeans aus dem Kleiderschrank und betrachtete seinen kleinen Po in der gestreiften Boxershorts kritisch im Spiegel.
   »Ich glaube, dir ist überhaupt nicht bewusst mit wem du es hier zu tun hast, David«, antwortete er missmutig. »Die Bacanis sind brandgefährlich - und deren Weibchen machen da keine Ausnahme. Du bist in keiner Weise trainiert auf brenzlige Situationen zu reagieren. Ich bereue, dass ich noch nicht angefangen habe, dir wenigstens die Grundlagen des Nahkampfes beizubringen.« Er fühlte, wie sein Missmut sich verstärkte. »Chrom hat dich unüberlegt in eine Lage gebracht, die mir überhaupt nicht gefällt!«
   David hatte ihm mit großen Augen, mit dem Rücken an den Kleiderschrank gelehnt, zugehört. »Du liebst mich«, flüsterte er.
   Terv sah ihn an. Ihr Götter, wie konnte er ihn denn nicht lieben? - Wie er so dastand in der Boxershorts, die Hände um die Jeans verkrampft, die blauen Augen aufgerissen, die vollen Lippen leicht geöffnet.
David war bei ihm am Ball geblieben, hatte ihn davon überzeugt, dass eine feste Liebesbeziehung für ihn doch das Richtige war, obwohl er sich nie hatte festlegen wollen. Nun hatte er sein Herz verschenkt und das mit allen Konsequenzen. Natürlich wollte er nicht, dass sein Geliebter sich in Gefahr brachte! Das machte ihn sogar ausgesprochen wütend.
   David wartete immer noch auf eine Antwort. Terv knurrte nur und senkte den Blick wieder auf den Laptop. Aber David wäre nicht David gewesen, wenn er der Sache nicht hinterher gehakt hätte. Eigentlich hätte ihm das klar sein müssen. Er zog also seine Jeans nicht an, sondern ließ sie auf den Boden fallen und kam auf ihn zu. Sanft klappte er den Bildschirm des Laptops zu, erfasste sein Kinn und zwang ihn ihm ins Gesicht zu sehen. »Du liebst mich und deshalb möchtest du nicht, dass ich da hingehe, weil du Angst um mich hast«, stellte er fest. »Warum kannst du das nicht einfach sagen?«
   Beim Vraan. Er ließ sich nicht gern dazu drängen Gefühle zu zeigen! »Ist das nicht normal?«, knurrte er.
David schob den Rolltisch mit dem Rechner fort und setzte sich auf seinen Schoß. Er bedeckte sein Gesicht mit kleinen Küssen, was sehr angenehm war, aber auch ein bisschen kitzelte. David würde keine Ruhe geben.
   »Okay«, sagte er. »Ich liebe dich, David, damit du das jetzt endlich weißt.« Er packte ihn und schob ihn von seinem Schoß, sprang auf. »Ich liebe dich«, sagte er lauter. Er war wütend. Bacanis waren kein Spielzeug, mit dem so ein zarter Mann wie David einfach spielen konnte! »Hast du es jetzt gehört, David?«      
   Er riss die Tür ihres Zimmers auf. »Ich liebe David!«, brüllte er aus der Tür.
   »Das wissen wir schon, Terv«, sagte Xanmeran grinsend, der eben auf dem Flur vorbeischlenderte.
   Das nahm ihm den Wind aus den Segeln. Er schlug die Tür wieder zu, drehte sich um und näherte sich David mit schnellen Schritten. Jetzt war er dran!
   Der starrte ihn erst an, sah dann seine Augen und ein Strahlen breitete sich in seinem Gesicht aus. »Ja! Komm, noch ein kurzer Liebesbeweis. Dafür haben wir noch Zeit«, sagte er und ließ sich in seine zupackenden Arme sinken.

Duocarn Portraits: Ulquiorra

Jede Woche ein neues Duocarn-Portrait:
Diese Woche: Ulquiorra

Mein Name ist Ulquiorra. Ich bin auf Duonalia geboren als Sohn der Wissenschaftlerin Tarania und des Kriegers Xanmeran.
Ich habe meinen Vater als Kind nicht kennengelernt, da er mit den anderen Duocarns bei einer Mission in eine Raumanomalie geriet und verschwand. Ich beschloss nach dem Tod meiner Mutter Astrophysik zu studieren um so meinen Vater in den Weiten des Weltalls zu finden. Erst als ich meine eigene Energie dazu verwendet habe die Anomalie zu rekonstruieren, gelang es mir sie zu einem Tor zu öffnen und ihn letztendlich auf der Erde wiederzufinden.
Inzwischen bin ich ein Reisender zwischen den Welten und es ist wirklich sehr viel passiert - Dinge, die ich mir niemals hätte träumen lassen! Wenn du mehr über mich erfahren willst - in "Duocarns - Die Ankunft" geht es los!

Mehr Infos: http://www.duocarns.com

Duocarns - Die Ankunft bei Amazon


Leseprobe aus Band 2 "Duocarns - Schlingen der Liebe" mit Ulquiorra

   Solutosan hatte Ulquiorra zu einem Spaziergang eingeladen, was sein Gast gerne angenommen hatte. Der Energetiker stand ehrfürchtig vor dem Ozean, näherte sich ihm und tauchte seine Hand in die eisige Brandung.

   Solutosan hatten Trianora und ihm Übersetzermikroben gegeben, so dass sich die beiden Duonalier nun auch in Englisch verständigen konnten, was die Kommunikation mit David und den Bacanars erleichterte. Waren sie unter sich, benutzten sie weiterhin Telepathie.
   »Ich muss mit dir sprechen, Ulquiorra«, hatte Solutosan gebeten. Beide waren dick eingepackt gegen den schneidenden Wind.
   »Ich will dich fragen, was du in Zukunft vorhast. Du bist Wissenschaftler. Ich halte es nicht für selbstverständlich, dass du dein Leben dem Kampf gegen die Bacanis opferst. Aber wollen die Duocarns ihren Krieg fortsetzen, brauchen sie dich. Ich möchte deshalb wissen, wie du zu dem Ganzen stehst.«
   Ulquiorra richtete den Blick auf die rauschende Brandung und dachte nach. »Ich habe mein ganzes Leben damit verbracht euch zu finden – sicherlich nicht, um mich danach umzudrehen und meiner Wege zu gehen. Selbstverständlich werde ich dich und die Deinen unterstützen. Außerdem gedenke ich nicht mich abzuwenden, wenn es meinem Planeten schlechtgeht.«
   »Das heißt, dass du der Torwächter bleiben wirst? Wir werden uns zwischen der Erde und Duonalia bewegen müssen. Die zweite Frage, die sich stellt ist, wie ich das Tor öffnen kann, wenn du nicht da bist.«
   »Das wird nicht möglich sein, Solutosan – aber du wirst mich rufen können, so dass ich es von meiner Seite für dich öffnen kann.«
   »Wie?«
   Fasziniert beobachtete Solutosan, wie aus Ulquiorras Hand goldene Energie floss, die sich zu einem handtellergroßen Ring verdichtete. Ulquiorra nahm den Ring und materialisierte ihn in einen stabilen, goldenen Reif. »Entblöße deine Brust.«
   Solutosan tat wie ihm geheißen.
   »Der Schmerz hört bald auf.« Ulquiorra drückte ihm den Ring in die Mitte der Brust. Der Schmerz war heftig, heiß und brennend. Er zischte vor Qual und schloss die Augen.
   »Rufe mich«, befahl Ulquiorra.
   Solutosan konzentrierte sich, nahm die Kraft des Rings und schickte sie zu Ulquiorra.
   Den schlug es von den Füßen! Er saß im Sand und lachte. »An der Dosierung musst du noch ein wenig arbeiten«, lächelte er. Er stand langsam auf und blickte Solutosan in die Augen. »Sehr gut, nun ist der Ring auch in der Iris und unsere Verbindung ist da." Ulquiorra nickte. »Du bist talentiert.«
Langsam wanderten sie zum Haus zurück. Der eisige Winterwind riss an ihrer Kleidung. Das Meer schäumte.

   Solutosan öffnete die Garage. »Tervenarius hat mich gebeten, ihm zu erlauben, als Erster nach Duonalia zu gehen. Er hat Bekannte auf dem östlichen Mond und kann mit ihrer Hilfe eine Unterkunft für die Duocarns finden. Außerdem möchte er seine Forschungsergebnisse holen. Er hat lange an ihnen gearbeitet und glaubt, zusammen mit Patallia ein erfolgreiches Medikament gegen eine menschliche Krankheit namens Krebs entwickeln zu können. Würdest du mit ihm zuerst reisen?«

   Ulquiorra nickte zustimmend. »Ich werde ihm helfen und ihn dann zurückbringen.«
   Solutosan schloss das Garagentor. »Noch etwas anderes.«
   »Ja?« Ulquiorra entledigte sich seiner dicken Jacke.
   »Wenn du Hilfe bei deinem Vater brauchst, bin ich für dich da.«
   Ulquiorra runzelte die Stirn.
   Solutosan hob beschwichtigend die Hand. »Es ist nur ein Angebot, da ich ihn gut kenne. Ich werde mich natürlich nie ungefragt in deine Privatangelegenheiten mischen.«
   Ulquiorras schmales Gesicht entspannte sich. »Ich denke, ich werde mein Verhältnis zu meinem Vater beizeiten ins Lot bringen können. Aber ich danke dir. Das war sehr aufmerksam." Er verneigte sich leicht.

Das neue Cover für Duocarns - Band 3 ist da!

Duocarns - Die Drei Könige wird noch im Mai erscheinen. Freut euch drauf. Hier schon mal vorab das Cover und eine kleine Leseprobe:

Das Bett war sehr schmal, so dass Maureen fast auf Xan liegen musste. Aber sie wollte nicht, dass er in seinen Ruhemodus ging und dabei auf dem Boden lag oder stand. Sie brauchte dringend seine Nähe und seinen Trost, so weit weg von der Erde. Das hatte er verstanden, sie deshalb an seinen nackten, roten Leib gezogen und zart einige Dermastrien um sie gewunden, um sie am Herunterfallen zu hindern.

Maureen schaute auf seine schwarz-goldene Haut, die sich an den entblößten Stellen langsam bewegte. Sie staunte über ihren eigenen Mut. Sie lag doch wirklich und wahrhaftig mit einem Außerirdischen in dessen Armen auf seinem Heimatplaneten!

Sie konnte vor Aufregung, trotz ihrer Müdigkeit, kein Auge zu tun. Sie hatte für diesen irrsinnigen Trip alles auf der Erde aufgegeben. Kettlestone war völlig überrascht gewesen, und hatte versucht sie von ihrer „Weltreise“ zurückzuhalten. Die Kids im Dojo hatten sich an sie geklammert. Dort auf Wiedersehn zu sagen war ihr besonders schwer gefallen. Aber, als sie dann auf Xanmeran blickte, der riesig und lächelnd in der Ecke des Dojos lehnte, wusste sie, dass ihre Entscheidung richtig war. Er war der Mann ihrer Wahl und sie würde alle nötigen Konsequenzen ziehen, um mit ihm zusammen zu sein.

Er konnte so frech sein, kämpferisch und halsstarrig, aber war dann doch von einem Feingefühl und einer Zärtlichkeit erfüllt, die sie immer wieder neu überraschte. Zart strich sie über die schwarze, entblößte Haut. Sie war fest und weich zugleich.

»Das kitzelt«, brummte er, ohne die Lider zu öffnen. »Kannst du nicht schlafen?« Er schlug die Augen auf, betrachtete er sie mit seinem schwarzen, prüfenden Blick. »Bereust du etwas?« Er sprach duonalisch und nicht mehr englisch. Das ließ ihn endgültig fremdartig wirken.

Maureens Herz klopfte. Sie liebte ihn wie verrückt. Sie wusste nicht, wie hellhörig die duonalischen Häuser waren, deshalb wollte sie aus Rücksicht auf ihre nette Gastgeberin die Ruhe dort nicht durch lustvolle Geräusche stören. Obwohl – sie hätte ihn verschlingen mögen, als er sie so ansah.

    »Nein, ich bereue nichts, Xanmeran«, lächelte sie.

Neue Rezension von Duocarns - Schlingen der Liebe

http://krimiundco.wordpress.com/2012/05/06/rezension-ebook-erotic-fantasy-duocarns-02-schlingen-der-liebe-von-pat-mccraw/

eBook-Sonar: "Duocarns - Schlingen der Liebe" von Pat McCraw

eBook-Sonar: "Duocarns - Schlingen der Liebe" von Pat McCraw: Erotic Fantasy: Der Kampf der außerirdischen Krieger gegen die Bacanis beginnt. David, der Gefährte des Duocarns Tervenarius, hilft, die Bac...

eBook-Sonar: "Erotic Fantasy Kurzgeschichten" von Pat McCraw

eBook-Sonar: "Erotic Fantasy Kurzgeschichten" von Pat McCraw: Sechs erotische Kurzgeschichten mit Niveau aus dem Fantasy-, SM- und Science Fiction-Bereich.

Erotic Fantasy Shortstories by Pat McCraw

Erotic Fantasy Shortstories
Pat McCraw loves erotic appetizers and serves them up with pleasure. Ensuing are a few erotic fantasy samples from the years 2000 to 2010:
1. The Visit – The dream of a dominant woman.
2. Like At Mothers – What can happen to you in the future
3. The Monster – How a courageous Daniela saves her lover.
4. Lizzard Love - Christine finds a lot of scaled friends in the Brazilian Jungle.
5. Black Devil – is the name of a Strap-On.
6. Cat Food – Human cats have to learn how to behave themselves as well!

Rezension http://magischewelten.com

http://magischewelten.com/2012/04/10/%e2%80%9eduocarns-die-ankunft-von-pat-mccraw/

Rezension http://krimiundco.wordpress.com

http://krimiundco.wordpress.com/2012/04/10/rezension-erotic-fantasy-duocarns-die-ankunft-von-pat-mccraw/

Erotic Fantasy Shortstories now in English

now on Smashwords

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/148709

Contents:
          
THE VISIT – The dream of a dominant woman.

LIKE AT MOTHERS – What can happen to you in the future while having sex!

THE MONSTER – How a courageous Daniela saves her lover.

LIZZARD LOVE - Christine finds a lot of scaled friends in the Brazilian Jungle.

BLACK DEVIL – is the name of a Strap-On.

CAT FOOD –Human cats have to learn how to behave themselves as well!

Interview mit Pat McCraw - der Duocarn Autorin

http://lotusbluetesleseleidenschaft.blogspot.com/2012/03/interview-mit-pat-mc-craw.html

Duocarns - The Arrival gonna be translated - here the excerpt

Duocarns - The Arrival is the first book of an 6 book series.
Up to now its only available in German - but, its on the way to be translated by Beatrice. Therefore today I am able to give you an small excerpt:

The story: On the hunt for their archenemies, the Bacanis, five attractive Duocarn alien warriors and their spaceship are stranded near the Kanadian city of Calgary.Their leader Solutosan, like his men, was endowed with extraordinary abilities. Solutosan slowly becomes aware of his erotic attraction to humans. The energetic Aiden manages to win his love.
Even the homosexual warrior Tervenarius admired for the first time by the real-estate agent David. Tervenarius is elusive at first, but David is not discouraged by rejection. The situation is escalating!
The Duocarns suspect that the Bacanis are also on Earth. Though diverted by lusty adventures, the Duocarn warriors search for them unwaveringly.
The Bacanis who landed in Vancouver have less luck than their enemies. With their ruthless, domineering boss Bar, they go on a rampage, consuming and murdering their way into mankind. Bar establishes a drug empire, unaware that his old enemies are silently watching him…

About the author: Pat McCraw wrote short stories all her life. After the death of her husband she began her big “Duocarn” work. Influenced by their youngest daughter and her penchant for fanfiction and yaoi, she created in her erotic fantasy book series fascinating dream-men that make more than one heart beat faster. She lives with her three children and two dogs in the Eifel region in Germany.´



DUOCARNS - THE ARRIVAL
The delicately colored veil between the Eastern and Northern moon of Duonalia moved aside. Solutosan squeezed his eyes shut. There they were! A Bacani spacecraft had tried to use the moon as cover in an effort to escape unseen . The patrol had been worth it after all.
"Chrom, can you see them?" he asked, impatiently.
"No." Chrom’s eyes wandered around on the screen."Damn! Look to the left! "
Solutosan jumped to the main screen and tapped his finger on the left corner. At that moment, the little black dot disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared.
"Do you see them now?"
Chrom finally nodded and his fingers flew over the four keyboards on the main console.
By Vraan! Was the navigator blind today?
Solutosan threw himself into the big swivel chair, his hands tight on his knees. The hunting fever had gripped him. He felt the tension rise among his warriors. Apart from the gentle touch of Chrom’s fingers on the keyboards, it was suddenly eerily quiet in the control room.Xanmeran stepped behind his chair.
"Where in the world do they want to go?" he asked Chrom.
Chrom did not answer, but concentrated further on navigating.Patallia, on his medical console and Tervenarius at communications were holding their breath. As the veil thickened, the Bacani spacecraft appeared only sporadically on their screen. Meanwhile, though, always growing bigger and closer.
"Don’t lose those damn parasites!"
Chrom glanced at him with his violet eyes. Solutosan held his gaze. What were the Bacanis but parasites anyway? And the Duocarns were the exterminators who were hunting this scum without mercy for Eons. Chrom had joined them and now pursued his own species.
“Faster Chrom!” ordered Solutosan. “But keep enough distance! We may have not been discovered yet. We will get them!“
As always, when he was hunting, Solutosan felt tight in his space suit, especially around the neck. That was nonsense, of course. He could have inflated himself in the suit but it would still have fit well and adjust his temperature. For this he was very thankful, because he could feel the heat under his long hair gathering around his neck.
"Holy Vraan!" Chrom had extended his fangs with excitement. "With them zigzagging around like that, I can’t possibly find any target coordinates. Where do they want to go?"
Solutosan didn’t care about the course of the Bacanis. It was ridiculous to assume that their spacecraft would hold up with the speed and armament of his cruiser. He would snap them before their destination!
He clutched the armrests of his chair. "Maybe they think they are clever! But we're faster! "

*******

Aiden shook her long red hair furiously. "How can you do this shit, Ben? For years, we’ve struggled with the city administration and now this?"The collapsed junkie knelt with hunched shoulders in their street worker bus, unable to answer. He was simply too tired and too full.
Aiden looked at him with an angry glance. "People have seen and clearly identified you! The drug-room is located on the Ingra Street, and you leave your garbage right next to the playground!"Doris Bohlen, the most experienced among the Calgary Helpers was wrapped in a red parka. She climbed to Ben on the back seat. "Stop picking on him, Aiden."
She turned to Ben. "Want some tea?" Ben lifted his gaze with his tiny pupils."Oh, damn!" Aiden jumped out of the VW bus. Now she really needed some fresh air. She had long fought for their non-profit association with the authorities to find a place for the homeless, the drunks and the junkies. She and her team had established a small kitchen, where there was something to eat at all times and where people could shower. A small, clean room was also provided for the local drug addicts to consume their drugs. All of that was in danger now.
She trudged around the bus, helpless and angry. "I'll tell you something." Aiden put her head into the side door of the bus. "We are clearing away the rubbish now!"Ben lifted his head with his greasy hair.
"Ben? Let’s go. You will help me. Then I'll call Mr. Martin at the city council and try to calm him down. Let’s go!” Aiden stretched out her hand to Ben.He picked himself up without paying attention to the hand. She opened the driver's door, grabbed some latex gloves and a garbage bag and trotted off with Ben. She did not care whether she was seen with the worst junkie in Calgary. She looked at him sideways. His nose was running. The man was a wreck.
She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket. For years she had to deal with drunks and broken people –she almost never got to know normal men, except perhaps the pencil pushers she quarreled with over money. Sometimes she was quite fed up with that.The playground was deserted, as Aiden and Ben entered it. The junkie tried to orient himself.
"Now tell me where this stuff is already," she snapped. Indiscriminately, he pointed first to a bench, then to the sand box, and finally in the vicinity of the swing. "Holy shit!" An icy gust of wind whirled her to find the package with a syringe. "You make me crazy, Ben," she snapped. He only nodded resignedly.


***********

Psal tapped her fingers impatiently on the edge of her keyboard. She wanted to get her claws out: Pok was getting on her last nerve. There he stood again, his bloodshot eyes looking over their control panel, staring at her. "Go to the side, Pok," she hissed to him. "You are covering the screen!"To be the only woman on a spacecraft with a rough gang of Bacanis was really a tough job. But she had accepted the job and fit firmly with the guys.
Psal activated the panoramic view on the screen, because Pok was still not moving."Pok! Don’t get in Psal’s way when she is working! "Finally, Bar, the leader of the gang, stepped in. He had sat behind her, turning on one of the rotating chairs.
Pok finally moved biting his tongue.Psal looked at the screen again. What was that? They zoomed in closer! "We are being pursued!"
Bar jumped up and stood, legs apart, staring at the screen. "I see it! Damn it! One hundred percent the Duocarns!" Krran, his second officer, was immediately at his side."Where to now?" gasped Psal. "If they catch us, we are dead! I've heard that these warriors do not take prisoners!" Her heart pounded as she called up the star maps on the computer.
"You are the navigator!" hissed Bar, turning to her. His fangs were fully extended.Psal’s fingers searched the maps with trembling hands. "The Centaur System! It’s the best choice, close enough! They won’t find us there!"
"What are you waiting for?" creaked Bar. “Set course!"Psals fingers flew over the console. She brought the ship to full speed. To her great fortune, the moons of Duonalia had turned recently, pushing the veil in her direction. Psal tried to delve into it to get more coverage. She did not know how well armed the Duocarns were. Maybe they would even fire on the ship. She looked at her hands and tried to suppress the tremor, because Bar had them in plain view. Betray no weakness, she thought.
Bar now stood beside her. "Can`t we go any faster?""No! We're on maximum speed!" His high-handed posturing got on her nerves."Well you get out there and push, if you want!" she growled.
Bar gnashed his teeth, but did not answer. He turned back, rigid and authoritarian, in front of the main screen. "What's that?" He pointed with the claw to a black, slowly growing area.Psal quickly looked at the maps. "No idea, no records of anything, nothing charted!" The spacecraft was closer to the Duocarns. The cruiser clearly outperformed their ship in size and speed."I do not want to die here! Fly inside there!” roared Bar."What?" she shivered, stunned. "Who knows what that is? Or what is behind it? It could be very dangerous!"
"I do not care!" screamed Bar. "Do you think the Duocarns are harmless?"


*************


 On that flight, he had taken over the communications between the ship and the interstellar space port on Duo-nalia, something that was now of little interest to him. "Duocarn coordinates 1/6.4.90.13bz. Pursuit started." This radio message had to reach the base only once, until they would be able to hijack the Bacani ship and catch the parasites.
Tervenarius smiled grimly, thinking about the hijack-ing. Once again they would see who was faster and stronger: Bacanis with their weapon, claws and fangs or Duocarns with their gifts. He was trained and fast - his opponents would be unable to stand against his toxic fungal spores.
Their ship lurched and swayed as they followed the zigzag course of the fugitives. The Bacanis had a really good navigator; one had to give them that. Their constant immersion in the veil and their maneuvering to avoid the enemy was professional – but it was impossible to take down the warriors especially because Chrom sat at the navigation.
"That's enough!" roared Solutosan. "Shoot them, Chrom! Otherwise they are gone! "
"An anomaly!" panted Chrom. "Too late! They're too close! Far too dangerous! "
Tervenarius stomach made itself more and more un-comfortably noticable. He clung to his console. "Chrom, you will surely not follow them in there?"
He glanced at their navigator, who was staring fixedly with bared fangs at the screen and whose hands were zooming like crazy on the keyboards. "Chrom?" Tervenarius watched in horror as the larger anomaly grew bigger and bigger. The Bacanis had reached it and were in front of the barely recognizable black mass.
"If I countersteer now, we are going to hit the moon!" roared Chrom.
“Ye gods! The Bacanis are really not worth that much!”
"I don’t care! Turn off," thundered Solutosan.
At that moment a monstrous sucking force caught the ship with full power!


*****************


Their space cruiser reeled and staggered leaderless, ex-posed to the gigantic, black force. Solutosan’s insides felt like they were twisting into knots as he watched the main screen flicker and fade. The massive shock wave knocked him out of his seat to which he was clinging with both arms at the last minute. He tried to think clearly, but his brain refused to obey. Helpless on his seat, he turned his head with difficulty. Chrom gripped the control panel with the legs and tried to navigate. How did he do this? He thought infinitely slowly, as the vibration stopped and his brain with a painful jerk in the head came to rest. It seemed as if their ship had plunged sideways in an atmosphere. The droning sound turned into a wild noise. He could feel it with every fiber! An impact was imminent! Solutosan tried to open his mouth to warn the others, but he could not form the words. Chrom was still moving at the console. With a crash, the space cruiser tore a swath into the ground, which declined crunching. The ship screamed shrilly. They probably just lost the lower deck, including the engine room! The sled seemed to have no end. Chrom had managed to fire the braking jets? Finally, finally, the ship came to a shaking standstill.
He freed his cramped arms from the seat and fell to the ground. He crawled back on the chair, gripping the ar-mrests to force his stomach to settle.
He slowly looked around. The control console was aban-doned. "By the gods!" roared Solutosan, “Chrom! Status report!" The little navigator did not answer.
Meodern wedged between the communication console and the wall, choked. Not only the eyes flashed now in a poisonous green, but his face had turned green as well. "Chrom, you Warrantz! Are you insane?"
Groaning to regain self-control, he looked relieved, as the little navigator clambered off the floor pushing his thin butt back into his seat.
"Always me! That was a hell of an anomaly!"
"Shut up! Status Report! We collided somewhere!" Solu-tosan yelled at Chrom to relieve his stress. For his broth-ers, he had no major concerns, for they were indestructible. But to lose the little mortal Bacani navigator would immediately be a total disaster.
"Where are the Bacanis?" Tervenarius bounced up his soft, white body from the ground and clinging to the medical panel to which Patallia was still gripping with both hands.
The physician, his body fully transparent with terror, and his entrails pulsating, stared at the warrior. "Did you not get it, you brainless Flusch? The Bacanis are the least of our problems! We have crashed this box on some planet!" He groaned and felt his bald head. Gradually, his body changed into the familiar white milk color.
"What kind of a planet?" a deep booming voice sounded from the floor at the main control. Xanmeran’s monster-ous red hands surrounded the main console, then, his red bald head appeared; his expression was grim. He heaved his more than two meters tall, muscle-bound body into the air and switched to the on Duonalia usual telepathic understanding. "Where, by Vraan, are we?"
Solutosan moaned, relieved. His men all seemed unhurt, just horribly shaken up. He touched his head again but as a precaution. Yes, everything was fine. Slowly, he slid from his seat. He was still able to stand he thought. Cau-tiously, he stepped to the main console.
Chrom crawled around under it, fumbling and cursing, but succeeded. The control lights on some of the computers blaze back on. With one swing, he jumped back in his chair and tapped at lightning speed on the four keyboards.
"Quiet now!" Snapped Solutosan. "Chrom," The other hunters, all now back on their feet, surrounded them.
Chrom bared his teeth. He sticked in telepathy. "It looks bad! Emergency energy runs, life support is ok, cooling to 50 percent, drive and shields to zero. "
"Camouflage?" He asked insistently. He started to run back and forth in the control room. That felt good and finally calmed his shaken body.
Chrom tipped back around on the keys. "Could still work."
“Positioning?" The locating device had wedged crooked above the console into the dashboard. "Meo"! He gave the warrior with the golden skin a sign. Meodern carefully put the locator back to its rightful place, making sure not to damage any cables.
Chrom watched Meo anxiously, and scratched tufts of hair on his forehead with an extended claw. "I said it at the time of the departure that the thing with the cables was out of date!" With two claws he snapped at the device that stuttered on. "Boss, as far as now, locating is okay."
Solutosan sank back against the wall of the control room. "Well then let's start now," he sighed. "Chrom, where are we?"
The tension in Meodern, Xanmeran, Patallia and Terve-narius rose noticeably. Chrom’s nimble touch was the only sound in the stranded ship.
"I'm afraid." He turned to him. "I'm afraid," Chrom re-peated. "We are fifty thousand and forty-eight light years, three hundred and twelve point eight eons and three terzi off course," he stammered.
"And what does that mean?" roared Xanmeran.
"It means," Solutosan said flatly, "that we are stuck in a completely foreign system!" He further asked, "What are our chances to bring the cruiser afloat again"?
Chrom shook his head slowly. "Zero, chief! Damage report says, the engine room is no longer available! We’ll be demo-lished." A groan went through the ranks. They were stranded!
 Now it was time to stay calm and gradually work through the key points. He felt a little draft there, where his metallic space suit was torn at the shoulder, and one of his muscle strands pressed through the hole. This draft did not bode well. Solutosan lifted his head and sniffed. Was there a burning smell? No, no! What was it then? Gradually, his mind became alert that the unusual flow of air could just be the atmosphere of the foreign planet, which had already flowed through the broken-off lower deck in the command center.
"Quick!" Ordered Solutosan. "Measurement of the atmos-phere: oxygen, nitrogen, temperature!"
“21 percent oxygen, nitrogen and 78 percent other. Temperature 234 gran."
"All right," he moaned in relief. Chrom, who was the only mortal on board and needed breathable air felt the dan-ger.
Patallia gasped. "Is this an ice planet, or what?"
Chrom droned on his equipment, typing. "I have some-thing here. The planet has radiations. Looks like satel-lites."
"Can you not get into the system, Chrom?" He asked anxious.
The small Bacani nodded. "Tons of information!" The auxiliary screen showed a variety of flashing lines and marks. This meant that the planet was inhabited and developed.
Solutosan was satisfied. "Well, that's something!
“Away Team: Xanmeran!" The red warrior nodded grimly.
"Meodern!" Meo raised his hand. "You two look around out-side! Handheld measuring devices with you!" The two nodded. “In the meantime we look at the data" Solutosan pointed at the screen, "and try to go in disguise!"
The two trudged to the door. Tervenarius also pushed slowly toward the exit.
"Terv, you stay here!" ordered Solutosan. "We need to check whether your skin can make it there."
Terv pursed his lips, but he nodded. "I'll go check the inventory."
"Good idea!" Solutosan looked over Chrom’s shoulder at the screen with all the information and leaned towards Patallia who still sat like a pillar of salt on his medical panel. "Infiltrating microbes, Pat!" Solutosan stretched out his commanding hand.
Patallia returned to normal. The hellish ride through the anomaly had clearly taken its toll out of him. He opened a compartment under his console, took two small pressure guns and handed it to him. Solutosan pressed the microbes into his neck and put the gun against Chrom’s bony neck.  At the pressure of the gun, the navigator hissed angrily.
"Well, then let‘s go!" he said to Chrom.

Erotic Fantasy Kurzgeschichten von Pat McCraw

EROTIC FANTASY KURZGESCHICHTEN von Pat McCraw

Sechs erotische Kurzgeschichten mit Niveau aus dem Fantasy-, Sadomaso- und Science Fiction-Bereich.
1) Katzenfutter - Auch menschlichen Katzen müssen gehorchen lernen.
2) Wie bei Muttern - Wie Sex in der Zukunft aussehen könnte.
3) Das Monster - Die mutige Daniela rettet ihre Geliebten. (Fantasy)
4) Lizzard Love - Christine findet im Dschungel geschuppte Freunde. (Fantasy)
5) Black Devil - ist der Name eines Liebes-Spielzeugs.
6) Der Besuch - Eine Domina träumt.

 Kindle Edition - brandneu auf
http://www.amazon.de/Erotic-Fantasy-Kurzgeschichten-ebook/dp/B006YG512G/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

Excerpt - Duocarns - The Arrival

Duocarns - The Arrival is the first book of an 6 book series.
Up to now its only available in German - but, its on the way to be translated by Beatrice. Therefore today I am able to give you an small excerpt:

The story: On the hunt for their archenemies, the Bacanis, five attractive Duocarn alien warriors and their spaceship are stranded near the Kanadian city of Calgary.

Their leader Solutosan, like his men, was endowed with extraordinary abilities. Solutosan slowly becomes aware of his erotic attraction to humans. The energetic Aiden manages to win his love.

Even the homosexual warrior Tervenarius admired for the first time by the real-estate agent David. Tervenarius is elusive at first, but David is not discouraged by rejection. The situation is escalating!

The Duocarns suspect that the Bacanis are also on Earth. Though diverted by lusty adventures, the Duocarn warriors search for them unwaveringly.

The Bacanis who landed in Vancouver have less luck than their enemies. With their ruthless, domineering boss Bar, they go on a rampage, consuming and murdering their way into mankind. Bar establishes a drug empire, unaware that his old enemies are silently watching him…

About the author:  Pat McCraw wrote short stories all her life. After the death of her husband she began her big “Duocarn” work. Influenced by their youngest daughter and her penchant for fanfiction and yaoi, she created in her erotic fantasy book series fascinating dream-men that make more than one heart beat faster. She lives with her three children and two dogs in the Eifel region in Germany.

DUOCARNS - THE ARRIVAL

The delicately colored veil between the Eastern and Northern moon of Duonalia moved aside. Solutosan squeezed his eyes shut. There they were! A Bacani  spacecraft had tried to use the moon as cover in an effort to escape unseen . The patrol had been worth it after all.

    "Chrom, can you see them?" he asked, impatiently.

    "No." Chrom’s eyes wandered around on the screen.

    "Damn! Look to the left! "

     Solutosan jumped to the main screen and tapped his finger on the left corner. At that moment, the little black dot disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared.

    "Do you see them now?"

    Chrom finally nodded and his fingers flew over the four keyboards on the main console.

    By Vraan! Was the navigator blind today?

    Solutosan threw himself into the big swivel chair, his hands tight on his knees. The hunting fever had gripped him. He felt the tension rise among his warriors.  Apart from the gentle touch of Chrom’s fingers on the keyboards, it was suddenly eerily quiet in the control room.

    Xanmeran stepped behind his chair. "Where in the world do they want to go?" he asked Chrom. 

    Chrom did not answer, but concentrated further on navigating.

    Patallia, on his medical console and Tervenarius at communications were holding their breath. As the veil thickened, the Bacani spacecraft appeared only sporadically on their screen. Meanwhile, though, always growing bigger and closer.

    "Don’t lose those damn parasites!"

    Chrom glanced at him with his violet eyes. Solutosan held his gaze. What were the Bacanis but parasites anyway? And the Duocarns were the exterminators who were hunting this scum without mercy for Eons. Chrom had joined them and now pursued his own species.

 “Faster Chrom!” ordered Solutosan. “But keep enough distance! We may have not been discovered yet. We will get them!“

As always, when he was hunting, Solutosan felt tight in his space suit, especially around the neck. That was nonsense, of course. He could have inflated himself in the suit but it would still have fit well and adjust his temperature. For this he was very thankful, because he could feel the heat under his long hair gathering around his neck.

"Holy Vraan!" Chrom had extended his fangs with excitement. "With them zigzagging around like that, I can’t possibly find any target coordinates. Where do they want to go?"

Solutosan didn’t care about the course of the Bacanis. It was ridiculous to assume that their spacecraft would hold up with the speed and armament of his cruiser.  He would snap them before their destination!

He clutched the armrests of his chair. "Maybe they think they are clever! But we're faster! "

*******

Aiden shook her long red hair furiously. "How can you do this shit, Ben? For years, we’ve struggled with the city administration and now this?"

The collapsed junkie knelt with hunched shoulders in their street worker bus, unable to answer. He was simply too tired and too full.

Aiden looked at him with an angry glance. "People have seen and clearly identified you! The drug-room is located on the Ingra Street, and you leave your garbage right next to the playground!"

Doris Bohlen, the most experienced among the Calgary Helpers was wrapped in a red parka. She climbed to Ben on the back seat. "Stop picking on him, Aiden."

She turned to Ben. "Want some tea?" Ben lifted his gaze with his tiny pupils.

"Oh, damn!" Aiden jumped out of the VW bus. Now she really needed some fresh air. She had long fought for their non-profit association with the authorities to find a place for the homeless, the drunks and the junkies. She and her team had established a small kitchen, where there was something to eat at all times and where people could shower. A small, clean room was also provided for the local drug addicts to consume their drugs. All of that was in danger now.

  She trudged around the bus, helpless and angry. "I'll tell you something." Aiden put her head into the side door of the bus. "We are clearing away the rubbish now!"

Ben lifted his head with his greasy hair.

"Ben? Let’s go. You will help me. Then I'll call Mr. Martin at the city council and try to calm him down. Let’s go!” Aiden stretched out her hand to Ben.

  He picked himself up without paying attention to the hand. She opened the driver's door, grabbed some latex gloves and a garbage bag and trotted off with Ben. She did not care whether she was seen with the worst junkie in Calgary. She looked at him sideways. His nose was running. The man was a wreck.

She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket. For years she had to deal with drunks and broken people – she almost never got to know normal men, except perhaps the pencil pushers she quarreled with over money. Sometimes she was quite fed up with that.

The playground was deserted, as Aiden and Ben entered it. The junkie tried to orient himself.

"Now tell me where this stuff is already," she snapped. Indiscriminately, he pointed first to a bench, then to the sand box, and finally in the vicinity of the swing. "Holy shit!" An icy gust of wind whirled her to find the package with a syringe. "You make me crazy, Ben," she snapped. He only nodded resignedly.

***********

Psal tapped her fingers impatiently on the edge of her keyboard. She wanted to get her claws out: Pok was getting on her last nerve. There he stood again, his bloodshot eyes looking over their control panel, staring at her. "Go to the side, Pok," she hissed to him. "You are covering the screen!"

    To be the only woman on a spacecraft with a rough gang of Bacanis was really a tough job. But she had accepted the job and fit firmly with the guys.

    Psal activated the panoramic view on the screen, because Pok was still not moving.

    "Pok! Don’t get in Psal’s way when she is working! "Finally, Bar, the leader of the gang, stepped in. He had sat behind her, turning on one of the rotating chairs.

    Pok finally moved biting his tongue.

    Psal looked at the screen again. What was that? They zoomed in closer! "We are being pursued!"

    Bar jumped up and stood, legs apart, staring at the screen. "I see it! Damn it! One hundred percent the Duocarns!" Krran, his second officer, was immediately at his side.

    "Where to now?" gasped Psal. "If they catch us, we are dead! I've heard that these warriors do not take prisoners!" Her heart pounded as she called up the star maps on the computer.

    "You are the navigator!" hissed Bar, turning to her. His fangs were fully extended.

    Psal’s fingers searched the maps with trembling hands. "The Centaur System! It’s the best choice, close enough! They won’t find us there!"

    "What are you waiting for?" creaked Bar.  “Set course!"

    Psals fingers flew over the console. She brought the ship to full speed. To her great fortune, the moons of Duonalia had turned recently, pushing the veil in her direction. Psal tried to delve into it to get more coverage. She did not know how well armed the Duocarns were. Maybe they would even fire on the ship. She looked at her hands and tried to suppress the tremor, because Bar had them in plain view. Betray no weakness, she thought.

    Bar now stood beside her. "Can`t we go any faster?"

    "No! We're on maximum speed!" His high-handed posturing got on her nerves."Well you get out there and push, if you want!" she growled.

    Bar gnashed his teeth, but did not answer. He turned back, rigid and authoritarian, in front of the main screen. "What's that?" He pointed with the claw to a black, slowly growing area.

    Psal quickly looked at the maps. "No idea, no records of anything, nothing charted!" The spacecraft was closer to the Duocarns. The cruiser clearly outperformed their ship in size and speed.

    "I do not want to die here! Fly inside there!” roared Bar.

    "What?" she shivered, stunned. "Who knows what that is? Or what is behind it? It could be very dangerous!"

"I do not care!" screamed Bar. "Do you think the Duocarns are harmless?"

******

Next part coming soon!

Tipps für Autoren Teil 1

Schreiben - Ein Handwerk
"Ich werde ein Buch schreiben!"
Gehörst du auch zu den Leuten, die das schon einmal gesagt haben?
Gratuliere! Nein, ganz im Ernst, - es ist wirklich toll, wenn jemand eine Idee hat und diese zu Papier, bzw. in den Computer bringt! Besonders wenn, ich spreche jetzt eigentlich nur mit den Roman-Schreibern/innen, die Story fesselnd ist und die Charactere spannend. Vielleicht hast du sogar eine Botschaft in deine Geschichte verpackt! Klasse!

Die Gründe, ein Buch zu schreiben sind sicherlich vielfältig.
Ich habe aus Therapie-Gründen angefangen zu schreiben.
Aus einer zweiundzwanzig Jahre dauernden Ehe kommend, die mich völlig eingespannt hatte. Als der geliebte Partner erkrankte, Pflegefall wurde, und letztendlich starb, hatte ich phasenweise den Eindruck selbst überhaupt nicht mehr zu existieren.
Dann, so nach und nach, kam die Erkenntnis, dass ich ja nun frei war. Ich konnte meine Zeit wieder bestimmen wie ich wollte, musste mich um niemanden kümmern. Das war eine regelrechte Offenbarung! Ich bin immer sehr freiheitsliebend gewesen, aber hatte das bereits schon fast vergessen!

Wie ich auf die Idee kam, die Duocarns zu schreiben, erzähle ich bereits in meiner Vita.
Bisher hat die Story 1200 Seiten und ich bin bei Band 6. Sicherlich wird es auch noch einen siebten Band geben.
Ok, zum Thema. Da stand ich nun mit 1200 Seiten Herzblut. Wie viele Seiten hast DU bereits geschrieben?

Man geht den Text durch, wieder und wieder. Er erscheint einem in keiner Weise wie die literarischen Ergüsse eines Hohlbein. Aber eigentlich möchte man schon, dass jemand die Geschichte liest, denn man ist ja überzeugt davon. Man sucht die Bestätigung.
Gut, ab ins Internet. Wie machen es die anderen?
Holla! Manche putzen zehn Jahre lang vergeblich die Klinke bei den großen Verlagen! Hat man dazu Lust? Vielleicht. Hat man dazu Zeit? Man blickt auf das eigene Geburtsdatum und entscheidet: Nein!
Also muss jemand her, der das Ganze liest, um es zu beurteilen. Und, Teufel noch eins, man findet niemanden! Alle Freunde und Bekannte haben Bücher auf den Nachttischen, aber wenn es darum geht, das Werk einer Freundin am Rechner zu lesen, ziehen sich alle kleinlaut zurück. "Ach weißt du, am Rechner liest es sich so schlecht!" Klar, das weiß man ja selbst!

Die Idee, das Ganze auszudrucken, um denn den lieben Freunden ein Bündel Blätter in die Hand zu drücken, kannst du ebenfalls vergessen!

Hast du das Glück einige Testleser zu finden - was sagen die? "Och, ganz gut!" oder "Hat mir gefallen!"
So kommt man nicht weiter! Also muss ein Lektor her! Man äugt auf den eigenen Kontostand. Ähm - was verdient denn so ein professioneller Lektor? Ich kann es dir sagen: Zwischen 30-50 Euro pro Stunde. Und, lass es dir gesagt sein: Jemand, der dir 50 Euro für das Lektorat eines ganzen Buchs abknöpft, taugt nichts!

Langsam dämmert, nach all den Informationen, vielleicht auch bei dir die Erkenntnis: Schreiben ist ein Handwerk! Kein Schreiner kann einen Schrank nach seinen Ideen bauen, wenn er nicht vorher die Tischlerei gelernt hat! Bitte, bitte, auch wenn du dich für ein Naturtalent hältst - beherzige das! Versuche, wenigstens die wichtigsten Grundzüge des Schreib-Handwerks zu verinnerlichen!
Nun, wie erlernt man ein Handwerk? Man liest Bücher und versucht einen Lehrer zu finden. Wenn du das Glück hast einen Deutsch-Professor in der Familie zu haben, kann ich dir nur gratulieren. Die meisten Leute haben keine so elitäre Verwandtschaft. Ich für meinen Teil habe mir Bücher gekauft. Hier meine Starter-Buchliste der Bücher, die mir besonders geholfen haben:

Echte Nr. 1:
Schreibstil Ratgeber von Susanne Strecker
Erfolgreiche Heilung von Adjektivitis, Bindewortentzündung und Co.
Prima und humorvoll geschrieben.

Nr. 2
Heinz W. Pahlke
Buchsatz für Autoren
Vom Manuskript zum Buch mit Publishing on Demand
Das A und O!

Nr. 3Hans Peter Roentgen
Vier Seiten für ein Halleluja

Nr. 4
Hans Peter Roentgen
Drei Seiten für ein Exposè

Zu den Büchern drei und vier muss ich sagen, dass sie helfen, aber nerven. Ganz einfach deshalb weil sie einen auffordern Übungen zu machen. Ich hatte weder Zeit noch Lust dazu. Wenn man die ganzen Schreib-Übungen macht, die der Autor empfiehlt, braucht man schätzungsweise ein Jahr bis man die Bücher durchgeackert hat. Anfängern, die wirklich von der Pieke an lernen wollen, würde ich raten, diese zu machen. Ich habe in meiner Arroganz darauf verzichtet...

Hans Peter Roentgen war sehr freundlich als ich ihn angeschreiben habe, und empfahl mir einen preiswerten und guten Lektor. Also: Lektoren nur auf Empfehlung engagieren!

Die Zusammenarbeit mit einem Lektor ist ein Kapitel für sich. Wählt man diesen Weg, besorgt man sich am besten schon einmal Shampoo für die Kopfwäsche!
Bis zum nächsten Mal!