Creations: Vol 1

Excerpt from: The Perfect Creation

Planet Mardu, the Vrail System

A cautious glance around her showed Erin she’d picked the right establishment. Raucous music and drunken carousing made it nearly impossible to hear anything anyone said. The illegal haze of popper smoke sat over the din like a blanket of obscurity, and the intentional darkness in the gaming bar more than told her the law was just as welcome, as say, someone like her. Not at all.

Furtively keeping to the deepest shadows in the place, she kept her eyes open for the one person she’d been guaranteed could help her. The prisoners on Eyra had assured her that for the right price, Cheltam would do anything. And if it meant crossing System law, so much the better.

Studying the slop of a watering hole, she had less and less confidence in the infamous Cheltam. Unwashed, hard looking men and women dotted the area. Shockingly, couples engaged in sex wherever and whenever they pleased, while others placed bets on anything from vid-displayed threll races to which woman over the bar would orgasm first. Not the best place to find herself a saviour. But with no other option, Erin would do what she had to in order to survive. A large body bumped her, and as she turned to apologise, the sight that met her stunned her into silence.

A large male shoved his trousers to his knees. He stood between the naked thighs of a heavily made-up female, one currently moaning and groaning as the male latched onto one of her bared breasts with a slick, open mouth. Slurping and sucking noises grew, grunts and straining flesh pressed at each other in odd places, and to her surprise, Erin felt heat rush to her face. What? I’m surprised? Embarrassed? Another thought occurred to her. I’m sexually aroused?

Curious, as she’d never before felt the sensation, she watched the couple slam up against the wall, oblivious to their audience. The male pressed into the female, and without further pause gave in to her demands. He lifted her against the wall, wrapped her legs around his waist, then… Erin and several others shifted to get a better look. The male gripped something between his legs, probably his penis, and shoved inside the female with a long, drawn out groan.

They moved against one another, and the male began pumping his hips. The joining ended rather quickly, with the male’s sudden stillness, a groan, and the female’s cries for more.Much like an animal coupling, Erin thought, no longer intrigued by the act itself. The pleasure the male appeared to have received, however, made her curious. In all her studies, she’d never quite exhausted human reproduction. Oh, she had the basics from books and such, and her sister was a font of information, but a live demonstration had been deliberately avoided. Even her schooling on the subject had been brief. Why had Canunn left off that part of her education? And why had Synster been so adamant to instruct her in the act? Was this male’s pleasure the reason her Handler constantly looked at her so oddly?

And why am I wasting time on this crap when I have more important things to do? Like keep my damned neck out of a peacemaker’s collar? Disgusted with her rampant curiosity, which, if she weren’t careful, would be the death of her, Erin bypassed the ragged couple and sought the tall, scarred man she’d been told would lead her to Cheltam.

Trying to make herself appear much smaller, she hunched her shoulders, tucked into her stolen black netter’s jacket, and carefully stepped through the bar, trying hard not to invite undue attention. In addition to the darkness and smoke, the long collar and drape of her jacket sufficiently covered the parts of her not encased by long trousers and a thin sleeveless shirt. Boots and gloves hid her extremities. And the dark glasses on her face hid the unusual, mismatched hues of her eyes. One glimpse at her unique colouring and System law would be all over this place. The sinful denizens around her would have to be insane to pass up the exorbitant reward Blue Rim Labs offered for information on one of their ‘scientists gone rogue’. An out and out obvious lie, but they knew she’d never tell anyone the truth…not if she wanted to live.

She grimaced at thoughts of the prison she’d recently escaped. Four hellish years, almost her entire life, spent surrounded by drab green walls and Eyran scientists. Everything had a reason. Everything, down to the last detail, was planned. Tests, tests, and more tests. Pain and numbness, followed by experiments that even now made her shudder in remembrance. And Canunn thought she would come crawling back ‘home’ if given enough time in the real world?

Erin huffed and moved faster through the bar. With her brother and sister now taken care of, she had no other thought than vengeance on her mind. Too bad the law couldn’t be trusted worth a damn. She glanced back over her shoulder and narrowed her gaze, calling on her second sight. In seconds the haze in the room cleared, and she plainly saw a pair of peacemakers—the ones she thought might have been following her earlier—talking to one of the huge thugs working as bar security. The guard, a Ragga, one of the System’s strongest inhabitants, would be invaluable in a place like this. Very few could defeat a Ragga, and though Erin’s own manufactured strength had been tested, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out if the practical application of what she’d been taught would hold.

Quickening her pace, she all but ran into the man she’d been looking for.

“Sorry.” She coughed and deliberately lowered the pitch of her voice, fixated on the distinctive scar marring his left cheek. “You Drekk?”

“Maybe.” The man wasn’t thick enough about the torso and arms to be Ragga, but he had height and strength of presence. Something told her he could hold his own in a fight, and as she instinctively sized up a potential enemy, her body automatically readied to protect itself. It was with some effort that she maintained calm and held back her pheromones in the face of this dangerous male. Drekk’s eyes were gunmetal grey and flat, the scar on his cheek pinching the corner of his mouth into an unhappy grimace. “Your contact?”

“Wheller.”

Drekk stared at her a moment. Then he nodded, and she released the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. He motioned for her to follow him, and they left out of a side door she hadn’t seen when she’d previously scouted the bar. Drekk opened the door of a nondescript rover, and she hesitated before getting in. Her instincts were screaming at her not to enter the vehicle, where her defensive manoeuvres would be limited by the constrained space.

“You come with me, or you don’t see him.” He waited.

If she’d had anyone else she could turn to she would have. But she’d only been on the outside for four measly months, and two of them had been spent healing and evading the law. It had taken her a month to track down Cheltam, and as long to find a ship to stow away in to Mardu. She’d made it this far. A little courage would get her where she wanted to be soon enough.

Excerpt from: Creating Chemistry

Nu Fas swore and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. His biceps ached from the many weight presses he’d indulged yesterday, hoping to get this craving out of his blood. The damn shuttle was too small to fit him, his brother, and her. And they still had another three days until they reached his home planet.

Nu should have had more discipline than this. The physical toughness often associated with his kind mandated a certain mental ability to endure. But one small slip of a female continued to erode his control. Over his own damned body!

He breathed deeply and tried to stop thinking about sex. His constant erection was more than uncomfortable, but embarrassing. By the stars, he hadn’t been this out of control since he’d first discovered how to climax. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

His brother, Set, grinned. “That’s the problem, idiot. You aren’t taking. You don’t understand what Anin needs.”

“And you do?” Jealousy reared its head, an awkward emotion he hadn’t felt in years, and never in conjunction with his brother. They’d shared women often, since both of them liked and disliked exactly the same things, with the exception of one person long ago...

“I do. If you would stop burying your head in the sand, you’d realise Anin needs it. She craves it like a drug.”

It—submission.

Nu’s head hurt. He hadn’t been able to think of anything but domination, submission and sex with their newest ‘guest’ since he’d first laid eyes on her. Rescuing the shy woman from a torturous lab facility on planet Eyra a month ago had been one of the most satisfying things he’d ever done.

As bounty hunters aboard Mara’s Light, he and Set often worked as the muscle when retrieving their bounties. A native of planet Ragga, from which the strongest men in the System were born, Nu had little difficulty subduing the criminals they went after. He and Set had yet to figure out which one of them was stronger, but they’d never been bested by any other male, with the exception of Anin’s gigantic brother. And he didn’t count.

Though Raggas were the largest and strongest of the races naturally born in the Vrail System, Eyran scientists had tampered with nature and made something not quite right—Creations—men and women designed with the blessed looks and attraction of Nebite pleasurers, the strength of Raggas and the skill of Mardu thieves. Enter Anin and her family.

“Hello, Nu?” Set snapped his fingers. “If you’d spoken to Erin like I told you to, this wouldn’t be so difficult to understand.”

“I’m not going to talk to Anin’s sister about this.” Nu flushed, wondering how in the hell he and Set had come from the same womb. “What should I say? That I jerk off constantly to images of Anin? That I want to do...things...to her that would make her cringe?”

“At least you admit it. And it’s about time. I know what you like. Hell, we might as well be twins. We share everything, you drun. You think I don’t know what you really want from Anin?”

“Yeah, well, then you should know calling me a shit isn’t going to win you any points.” He slugged Set in the stomach, encouraging their brawl even though he knew it would attract unwanted attention.

As if he’d summoned her, the ethereal creature appeared in the hallway, knocking him off balance enough to let Set manage a blow to his chest that stole his breath.

Anin exclaimed something and was suddenly beside him. Her hand covered his chest and he froze.

Staring down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life, Nu couldn’t look away. Long, thick blue-black hair with hints of violet framed a goddess’s face. She had full, red lips, a slim nose, high cheekbones, and eyes the colour of cobalt. Where the whites should have been pooled indigo seas, and in their midst sat pupils of gold. Her skin flushed as he stared, glittering with tan and pink lights. She seemed more alive than he’d ever seen her.

Her lips parted and she licked them with a tongue he wanted to capture in his mouth, to feel over his skin, to stroke his cock...

“Are you all right?” she spoke hesitantly, as she always did around him. With Set she laughed and occasionally smiled. But around Nu, she withdrew into herself, reinforcing his desire to be extra-gentle around her. Normally wary of encountering smaller females than himself, Nu took care to avoid Anin at all costs, lest he give in to this damning, nearly irresistible lust.

“Nu?” she asked again, her breasts lifting as she breathed in. She wore Set’s overlarge shirt like a dress, which hit her knees and draped off one shoulder. Her curves taunted him. The growing outline of her nipples beckoned him to touch, to taste. He could rip that thin shirt off her in seconds, filling his hands with her full, ripe breasts. Stars, he wanted to taste her nipples, to see if they were as berry-red as her lips or as soft and pink as her cheeks.

“I’m fine,” he rasped, hoarse with desire.

He didn’t need her gaze down his body any more than he needed such lecherous thoughts for a woman who’d already been through so much.

She’d been built, literally, to serve. And serve she had. From what little he knew, Anin had been repeatedly raped by her Handler and abused by her Creator. She had a brother and sister, both Creations like her, humanoids with the combined genetics of several races in the System, designed illegally by Eyran scientists. If discovered, both Creation and Creator would be put to death. The Creations of old had started the War of 2845, where crazy, psychotic, man-made killers nearly wiped out the population of planet Eyra. Hell, years ago, Nu had happened upon one such abomination, finding dozens of body parts hanging in the fucking thing’s ship. It had taken him and Set to kill the bastard, and they’d nearly died in the process.

Anin, he knew, was different. Abused and forced to serve her Handler’s every whim, she had endured what no woman should. As part of a race that treasured females, Nu feared accidentally harming her whenever they neared, so angry at what had been done to her, at what he could never fix.

“Poor Nu.” She stroked his chest, causing whorls of heat to race through his heart. “I don’t like to see you in pain.”

She slid her hand lower and shoved.

Shocked, Nu landed on his ass. Had she pushed him? Or had he been so off-balance by her nearness he’d stumbled back? He looked for Set and found his brother conveniently gone.