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Legendary Tails III
Reviews~~
"...Ellora's Cavemen: Legendary Tails III is a terrific book that will definitely stay on my keeper shelf."
Blue Ribbon Rating: 5
"...I have read Kate Douglas before, but this story will make me seek everything that she has written. I absolutely loved this...I am pleased I had the opportunity to review ELLORA’S CAVEMEN LEGENDARY TAILS III. With such a variety of wonderful writers, there will be a favorite story for each of us. This is definitely not gold; you can only say, it is platinum!!"
"...This tale was especially touching....I am often reluctant to buy an anthology because I am usually disappointed by at least one of the stories. Happily this was not the case in Ellora's Cavemen Legendary Tales III! I enjoyed every one of these tales!
"...Ms. Douglas's Pleasure Port 27 is a fascinating story with emotionally written characters who tug at your heartstrings...Six enticing stories, heroes that are sinfully sexy, heroines that give as good as they get, and spicy sexual encounters are what make ELLORA'S CAVEMEN: LEGENDARY TAILS III too hot to put down."
    "...Ellora’s Cavemen: Legendary Tails III is a compilation of one exciting story after another....Kate Douglas takes the fantasy of being the viewer and the viewed and makes it (Pleasure Port 27) a great and original story. How amazing to take something ‘dirty’ and make it wonderful. Evan is a tragic hero and that really makes this story fabulous.
"...I really enjoyed this twist on the traditional Pinocchio tale... I also like how Ms. Douglas wraps it all up…but you’ll have to read the story to find out!"
"...Pleasure Port 27 is an out of this world romance that blazes hotter than an inferno and was a pleasure to read."
"...Ellora’s Cavemen: Legendary Tails III contains some of the most exciting paranormal stories I’ve ever read...This anthology is a definite must-read and has earned a permanent place on my bookshelf!"
"...Ms. Douglas has penned a terrific tale of lust and otherworldly beings that many readers are sure to enjoy just as much as I did."
Reviewed by Susan White for Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"...Ms. Douglas's Pleasure Port 27 is a fascinating story with emotionally written characters who tug at your heartstrings. Mira goes from being a machine to having human feelings in the span of a few short pages, while Evan learns a little about himself as well....Six enticing stories, heroes that are sinfully sexy, heroines that give as good as they get, and spicy sexual encounters are what make ELLORA'S CAVEMEN: LEGENDARY TAILS III too hot to put down."
Excerpt~~
Pleasure Port 27
from Legendary Tails III
Chapter One
Evan shifted the window blinds to one side, tilting the metal strip just enough to allow the eye of the telescope entrance. He took a long time adjusting the focus, getting it just right, making it perfect.
She was there. She was always there at night, her heavy drapes open as if in invitation, lighting just so, the mirrors positioned as if she had him in mind. Sometimes he wondered if she'd subconsciously invited him, if she knew he watched.
If she performed, just for him.
Leaning closer to the eyepiece, he pushed his unruly hair out of his eyes. He adjusted the towel covering his bare hips and legs.
He watched.
And waited.
Mira checked her make-up, applied a bit more blush to her high, well-defined cheekbones, ran her hands along the form-fitting gown that barely covered her hips, and stared at the closed door to the apartment.
Her first of the night would be here any minute. She sighed, wondering what he might want from her, wondering what it would feel like to actually care about the man she fucked.
She'd been doing this so damned long. She glanced back toward the mirror, saw nothing but perfection-a slim woman who appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, long of leg with fair, almost translucent skin and thick blond hair falling straight and heavy to just below her waist. She ran a finger across her eyebrow, smoothing its contours, and once more studied the door.
No one. She looked at the slim watch on her left wrist, noted the time at just before nine. If he wasn't here in five more minutes, she might begin to worry, but so far he wasn't really late.
She was used to travelers showing up early for their appointments. Each was allotted the standard three-hour visit and they rarely took a chance arriving late. Mira's interstellar reputation meant she always kept her nights booked.
Lately, though, she'd felt anxious, uneasy. At first she thought someone was watching her…maybe quality control from the head office? All it took was a single complaint and she knew she could end up deconstructed just as easily as she'd been constructed.
Did her customers sense a change in her? Was the perfect body she'd been endowed with no longer attractive? Was she growing less desirable, looking used up…old?
Never. She knew better, though she'd held this post longer than most. Constructs eventually aged here on Earth, but on her home world her productive life span with her perfectly endowed body would still far surpass that of the normals.
A slight tapping drew her out of her musings. Smiling, she shook off the vague sense of unease, sauntered across the room and opened the door to her first visitor of the night.
Evan adjusted the focus on his telescope and sighed as the tall blonde opened the door. The men who came to her were all huge, ruggedly handsome, not the type he'd figure on needing a prostitute. This one was no different.
He was shrugging out of his odd coveralls before the woman had even closed the door. Evan's breath caught in his throat as he watched the now familiar ritual-the blonde's long fingers slowly sliding across the man's broad chest, the look of anticipation on the face of yet another male sharing the favors of the most perfect woman Evan had ever seen in his life.
She tugged the man's suit down over his lean hips, following the trail with her mouth. Within moments, she knelt before him, their bodies a perfect tableau in the lens of Evan's powerful telescope. The man's un-circumcised penis twitched and bobbed in front of her mouth, almost knocking against his flat belly, but she waited, licking her lips and smiling up at the visitor.
Evan felt the tight curl in his belly and shifted himself in his chair. He stroked the smooth frame of the telescope as if it were his cock, heating the cold metal beneath his large hand.
When she finally took the man's penis in her mouth, Evan sighed. Good Lord, she was gorgeous, her throat convulsing as she swallowed the guy's cock deep, her cheeks hollowing with each suck and pull, her eyes closed in obvious pleasure.
The man tangled his hands in the mass of long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. He kneaded it in rhythm with the woman's mouth. Her hands swept over his lean flanks, the one nearest Evan slipping around the firm curve of the guy's muscular ass, the other sliding down between his legs.
Her hair blocked much of Evan's view, but from past experience he knew exactly what came next. His body clenched in almost unbearable anticipation.
Suddenly the man's body stiffened, his hips thrust forward as he buried his cock in her mouth. Her throat worked convulsively until his entire cock disappeared between her lips, the rippling, swallowing motions easily visible in the telescope's powerful eye.
Her left hand moved against the man's buttock and Evan imagined the thrust and jab of that long, perfectly manicured finger slipping in and out of his tight ass. Her other hand held the man's testicles as he climaxed.
Evan tried to imagine how that would feel. Was it a smooth, squeezing rhythm? Did she hold him softly or crush the tender sac to the point of pain? Were her fingers tickling that sensitive spot of flesh behind the man's balls, or wrapped fist-like around them?
Suddenly, his mouth wide and gasping for air, the man slumped forward, resting his hands on the woman's shoulders. She slowly pulled her head back until his flaccid cock popped from between her full, red lips.
Evan watched as she licked the last few drops of semen from the tip, his heart aching, his thoughts a painful combination of guilt and regret.
He sighed as the image faded into a bright blur.
Once more he'd managed to fog up the lens.
*****
Mira licked the man's cock clean, barely aware of the taste. They all tasted pretty much the same anyway, though she recalled a time in her long career when she'd noticed each man's unique flavor and had rejoiced in it.
Now this was merely a job, one she'd been genetically engineered to fulfill, one she should enjoy for many years to come. Where had the joy gone? What was happening to her?
She glanced up and saw pale starlight though the open window. She tried to guess which one was home. Once a man had pointed to a star far to the north and said it was closest to their world. She couldn't imagine choosing to travel so far, leaving everything familiar to go off and explore new worlds.
Of course, she'd traveled to this one, though she'd had no choice and didn't recall the journey. Newly created, she'd been placed here on Pleasure Port 27 for the sole purpose of easing the strain of star chasers, those extraordinary space pilots who traveled the known-and often unknown-universe, slipping between dimensions as easily as they traversed worlds, always searching for new goods to trade, new civilizations to conquer.
Three different men a night, almost every night. The routine rarely varied. The men were all clean, attractive and free of disease. Of course, if any of them arrived at Pleasure Port 27 with any kind of bacteria, illness or injury, she had the ability to cure, repair and heal.
Just another duty for a pleasure port construct.
A strong hand grasped hers, and the man helped Mira to her feet. He stepped out of the skinsuit she'd left tangled around his ankles and led her to the large bed.
Slowly he lifted her gown over her head, as if he savored each inch of skin he uncovered. She reveled in his sigh of appreciation, the soft smile hovering about his full lips. Smiling seductively, she thrust her breasts forward in a well-practiced invitation.
Neither one of them had spoken, but there was no need for words. He knew why she existed just as well as Mira did. Without instruction, she lay back on the silken sheets, spread her legs wide and tilted her hips, mimicking the age-old rhythm of procreation while she slipped one finger between the wet and ready folds of her sex.
She'd never understand why some men more than others seemed to enjoy watching her fuck herself. Not all of them, but this one obviously loved it. He'd already taken his partially erect cock in one meaty fist, sliding his fingers back and forth over the smooth skin in a slow and steady motion that matched her speed.
He grinned at her and Mira smiled back. Nice. This one appreciated her skills. Some men just wanted a couple of hard, fast fucks, maybe a quick blow job. A few wanted anal sex, and there was always the occasional weird one who showed up and just wanted to talk.
It was a pleasure to have a man who relished good sex, especially with a woman whose body was literally designed for the carnal arts.
His cock was huge now, already bigger than when she'd taken him in her mouth, the foreskin fully retracted around his sizable girth. She buried two fingers deep in her pussy and closed her eyes for a moment of pure pleasure, then slipped her fingers out and raised them to her mouth.
The man grabbed her hand and sucked both her fingers between his lips, encircling them with his tongue as if he savored each drop of her juices. Mira raised her hips in open invitation and glanced at the clock. They still had almost two and a half hours. She wondered if he might be good enough to make her come. They had plenty of time, but it was such a rare gift. She'd almost forgotten what real sexual satisfaction felt like.
Breathing hard, Evan adjusted the focus and quickly wiped the steamy lens with a tissue. He loved the way she had her room arranged, so that the foot of the bed tilted perfectly toward his window.
The large man had stood beside her, his hand squeezing his cock, his other hand fondling his own balls, but the woman had shown Evan everything. Lying back on a mound of pillows with her knees slightly bent and legs spread wide, she'd fucked herself slowly with her fingers.
Damn, she had the most gorgeous pussy he'd ever seen. It was cleanly shaved, and the folds of flesh glistened a deep rose, the lips thick and wet with her fluids. He wondered what she'd taste like and tried to imagine putting his mouth on her, sticking his tongue as far inside as he could while he slipped at least one finger up the tight channel of her ass.
He'd seen her take men that way, men with bigger cocks than his, but he wasn't sure how much she enjoyed it. She always acted like she loved every act, every man with equal emotion.
He wondered if she could ever love him?
The question faded from his mind as he watched the man climb between her raised legs, hiding the view of her beautiful sex from Evan's line of sight. Now all he could see was the man's tightly muscled ass, his heavy testicles swinging between his legs as he thrust his cock into the woman.
Evan took another deep breath and pulled the telescope out from between the metal blinds. They rattled and banged against the window when the lens caught one edge, but he twisted it loose and set the telescope aside. He brushed his hand across his lap, smoothing the towel over his flat belly and even flatter groin, then leaned back against the headrest on his chair.
Watching another man screw the woman he'd begun to think of as his own wasn't entertaining at all. He wanted to see her face, not some nameless jerk's ass, wanted to watch her hot, quivering sex, not another man's body tightening with an orgasm she'd so unselfishly given him.
Evan thought about that a moment. In all the time he'd watched her, he'd never once seen her come.
She had to know he watched.
Maybe she waited for him.
Mira caught a reflected motion in the big mirror beside her bed. Without breaking rhythm, she tried to focus on the image and suddenly realized she was watching someone watch her!
Lifting her hips to each thrust, she kept her partner entranced with her practiced body while she traced the reflected image to the apartment directly across the street from hers. A flash of light from a passing car glinted off a round lens, then disappeared as the window blinds settled back to a smooth, dark surface.
Whoever, whatever had been spying on her, no longer watched. She turned her attention back to the man thrusting deep inside her body, and remembered to tighten her muscles in perfect counterpoint to his strokes.
Her directive from the company was explicit and to the point. Discovery was not an option. Whoever studied her, for whatever reason, must not be allowed to live.
A quick burst of adrenaline flashed through her body and tightened her with a sensation she'd not felt for years. Her breasts suddenly tingled with new sensitivity, her large nipples peaked into tight points. Riding the man's huge cock, Mira's body surged close to his groin and she rubbed her sensitive clit hard against the root of his cock.
The climax caught her by surprise, lifting her hips closer, tighter as he drove hard and deep inside her spasming folds. Panting, gasping, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders, she cried out just as he joined her, surging deep with a long, low growl of his own.
Her partner collapsed over her shivering body, then rolled his heavy frame to one side. He grinned at her. Playfully, he flicked one of her nipples with his fingertip, fully aware he'd just done something not many men could manage-he'd brought a pleasure partner to climax.
Mira stroked his shoulder as she struggled to catch her own breath, then slowly tilted her head to one side. She saw their sweat-soaked bodies reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
And in the small reflection of the window across the street, once more she saw the round, smooth glare of a lens. Her nipples tightened even more. Her breath caught, released, caught again. It took an act of will to look away from the lens.
Mira's body trembled, but she wasn't sure if it was anger or excitement affecting her most. She tried to figure out her own response, the fact she'd climaxed with the full knowledge someone watched.
Her partner stroked his hand along her thigh, then buried his fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Her muscles clenched, holding onto him. She put her silent watcher out of her mind and turned her full attention back to the man who owned her favors for this next two hours.
She had two more scheduled for the remainder of the night. The thought of performing for her unseen audience was oddly unsettling…and tremendously arousing.
She could close the curtains.
She could even turn out the lights.
Or, she could let him watch while she studied her own reaction, then make him pay for it in the morning.
Since he had just this one night left to live, Mira decided to make it a good one.
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