Creations Collection 1: sci fi alien romance

by Marie Harte

She moaned and stroked faster, plunging a finger into herself. The heat was unbearable, a coiling tension needing release. She hadn’t believed she would ever feel such bliss at her own hands.

  “That’s it.” Nu leaned close and pinched her nipple.

  She arched toward him, shoving two fingers deeper into her pussy.

  “You like the pain, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, overwhelmed with it all. “Please, it’s too much. I need to come.”

  “Let it out, Meena,” Nu said softly and squeezed her other nipple before releasing them both. “Show us your desire. Make your masters happy.”

  She cried out and came, her orgasm powerfully draining. Before she knew it, Set held her in his arms while Nu stared down at them, his expression unreadable.

  A glance down his body showed him aroused again. He leaned down to kiss her then turned and left the room.

  “You’re perfect,” Set whispered as he nuzzled her cheek. He shifted her and stuffed her full of his hard cock. “Don’t ever change, Meena. Dear Vas, you were made for us.” As he worked himself deeper and kissed her breathless, she gave him everything. She floated on waves of rapture, having found that perfect plane of existence she’d often heard about but had never experienced.

  Anin fell headlong into love.

  9

  From his doorway, Nu watched Set fuck her slowly, immersed in her scent and touch. Damn, but I’m in trouble. Taking her had been beyond his expectations. He wanted to do it again, right now. To join his brother, cement their bond, and plant himself deeply inside her. Instead he watched Set take her. Anin molded around his body, femininity incarnate. Her limbs were small but muscular and proportioned to her frame. Those tits smashed against Set’s hard chest, and Nu could only imagine how they’d feel against his.

  He was hard yet again, aroused because he couldn’t get enough of Anin. With just one thrust he’d lost himself in her. Guilt ate at him as he felt now what he should have felt for Lita, his late wife. Never had he felt such lust, such all-consuming need. It made him second-guess himself.

  Had he been too forceful with Anin? He’d held himself back, but the little submissive had acted as if she’d loved his rough handling. Then again, Lita had pretended to like it while she’d told everyone else she hated it, hated him. She’d taken a lover, someone to ease her heavy heart.

  By marrying her, Nu had ruined her chances to marry her lover, another Ragga. By law, a female could only bond once with a Ragga. Unless the bond was initially three, she could never join with another of his kind because her womb would fail to bear fruit, or so he’d been taught. Religious doctrine forbade the desecration of a true Ragga union. One special female, one bonding.

  How could he feel so deeply for another woman? Sex was one thing. He solved his physical needs often enough. Willing females for the right price would do anything he wanted. But since Lita, he’d been unable to give in to the base desires that drove him. Instead, he shared females with Set, compliant women who eased his body but did nothing for his heart. Sex was safe, enjoyable, and nothing more.

  Set shouted Anin’s name and clutched her tightly as he came. Nu sensed the closeness already between the pair. Set meant to claim her. He’d so much as said so on the shuttle. But he wanted Nu in the bonding, to truly join with a mate. A real threesome—with Anin.

  Nu’s palms sweated as he thought about opening up on a level like that again. He didn’t know if he could do it. He prized control. Loving Lita had given him nothing but heartache and problems. She’d made him vulnerable, and it had nearly killed him. He’d loved her enough to marry her, a woman he’d known his entire life.

  What did he really know about Anin?

  He stared at her as she settled against Set, who stroked and praised her. The woman cuddled against him like a well-fed myan lion. Nu thought the comparison just, considering the two sides of her personality. The docile woman who wanted to help everyone and the brazen wench who disagreed with everything he said.

  His eyes narrowed on his brother’s smile.

  Earlier, while Anin had cleaned up in the lav, he’d forced Set to confess. His brother admitted to tampering with Anin’s head, but only to help her see who she really was. As if Nu believed that. Granted, her physical strength pleased him to no end. When he looked at her, he forgot where she came from. But her power couldn’t be ignored. Anin was a Creation, pure and simple. She just might be able to best him. And why did that though make him harder than stone?

  Nu shook his head and moved back into his room, needing time to gather his thoughts. Anin appealed to him, no doubt. Both as a strong woman and a compliant lover, she suited him. He couldn’t complain about her appearance or the way she performed on her knees.

  Vas knew he still couldn’t forget that first orgasm she’d given him. And taking her ass was bliss. But they’d only just rescued her from a lifetime of oppression. How could she know what she really wanted? He’d taken Lita’s choice from her once before. He’d convinced her parents and charmed her into marrying him when her heart had been set on Ivar. Now Lita and Ivar were dead, and Nu had trouble trusting what he felt. A hell of a circumstance.

  Why do you have to love the woman to fuck her? Why not keep it simple and take what you need without giving your heart? If Set wants Anin, let him have her. No point in you getting caught up in that love trap.

  His sense of self-preservation had the right of it, and as he settled into sleep, he resolved to keep his emotional distance while he took Anin in every way imaginable. Enough to push her out of his system, one way or another.

  Anin woke the next morning alone in bed. Glancing around, she guessed the room to be Set’s. A haphazard mess of trinkets and weapons from around the System littered shelves while clothes scattered over the floor in a trail towards a black armoire.

  Recalling all she’d done yesterday, she blushed, but she couldn’t help a huge surge of delight as well. She’d experienced enough pleasure to last a lifetime with two strong males worthy of her affection. Set had warned her about Nu, but nothing Nu had done had scared her. The intense pleasure had shocked her but in a good way. She felt a connection with both men, now. She wondered if they felt it as well.

  She saw something special in Set’s eyes when he looked at her. Growing affection, she liked to think. She felt love for her sister and brother and thought they shared that same fondness for her, as much as they could. But she’d never before felt that special warmth for another male, much less had it returned.

  Set constantly praised her. He gave her the firm hand she needed without making her feel weak for craving it. He seemed to understand her. He’d said she was perfect, made just for him and Nu. Could he really see her as more than a Creation but as a real woman? A mate?

  Chastising herself for wishing for things best left to real women, Anin left the bed and looked around for something to wear. Though she appreciated Set’s shirts, on this arid planet, they wouldn’t last in the harsh, sandy environment. Too bad, because she liked the silken feeling of shin against her skin. Almost as much as she liked the Fas brothers against her.

  Grinning, she noted a large box with her name on it sitting on a smaller dresser. Curious, she opened the package and pulled out several items of clothing. They looked much like what Nala Fas had been wearing—thin scraps of a lightweight, nearly transparent material with a few alterations. Nala had worn the same kind of material that covered her from shoulder to ankle.

  Arin stared at halter tops that would bare her shoulders and belly but cover her breasts. Matching skirts would expose her thighs in thin slits, for ventilation, most likely, while covering much of her lower body to mid-calf. Tough-soled, soft-lined boots completed her inventory.

  In sets of blue and brown, the material fit as if made for her. She counted five outfits and two sets of boots. Tucking a blue set of clothing under her arm, she moved through a door in the bedroom towards the lav. Thankful to find it empty, she cleaned herself and dressed before joinin
g the others.

  Except the home remained empty.

  “Hello?” No one answered.

  Curious, she took the time to look around. Nothing out of place. An organized home full of masculine touches. Several pictures of distant planets lined the walls, as well as a large holo-vid of the crew of Mara’s Light on a center table. Nu and Set stood proudly behind the group, visible due to their massive height.

  Too easily, Arin recalled being caged by such strength, and she shivered, her soul clamoring for more of their attention. It was probably a good thing the men had gone. She needed time to come to grips with her situation.

  With Mara’s Light in for repairs, she’d been at loose ends. Her sister was newly mated, and now apparently her brother was as well. Anin had no place to go. Most likely pity had forced Set to lend a hand, and she’d been too desperate to refuse him.

  But now what? This trip wouldn’t last forever. She needed to figure out what to do with her life. Anin enjoyed helping others, especially those she respected. Living with the Fas brothers and taking care of them would be heaven, especially if the pair gave her the same pleasure they’d bestowed last night.

  By the stars, she’d never realized how wonderful sex could be. Her handler’s selfish needs and less-than-noteworthy performance had colored her experience with men.

  She was learning a lot, now free from Blue Rim. And I’ll never have to go back. Satisfaction brought a large smile, which faded as thoughts of the future loomed. She fingered the fabric of her top with interest. At the labs, when not involved with tests and horrible experiments, Anin had assisted her handler with research. She’d always been drawn to other worlds and cultures.

  Ragga, it appeared, had many surprises in store. Though at first the land seemed barren, Anin hadn’t missed the many signs of life around her. The colors of the setting sun had brought tears to her eyes when Set had sat with her to watch. The scent in the air was clean here, not tainted by synthetic chemicals and cheap perfumes.

  All in all, Anin liked Ragga. She especially liked the closeness of Nu and Set’s family. Though she’d been rushed away from their parents, she liked what she’d seen. And she was especially taken with Nala’s clothing. And now my own.

  Anin spent an hour studying the stitch work in her garments until she understood exactly how to make similar styles. She loved working with material to create things. The laundry duties on board Mara’s Light had been fun, because while cleaning and caring for the clothing, Anin had catalogued every stitch, pattern, and weave in the garments.

  When her stomach growled, she put her remaining clothes back in the box and scrounged for something to eat. She didn’t see a food preparator but found a small bowl sitting on a warmer plate. The stew inside tasted delicious, salty-sweet with tender bites of meat. After eating, she cleaned her dishes by hand.

  Others might have complained about the lack of technological amenities in the house, but Anin liked it. She loved doing for herself, small spurts of independence that clawed for release.

  Feeling worthy, able to contribute if even in a small way, gave her a sense of purpose. Since mending clothing was one area where she had no equal, Anin scrounged in Set’s room for work. It took her another hour to find the necessary stitching equipment to fix his shirt, and she finished in no time.

  Then she neared Nu’s room.

  10

  Anin paused at the entrance, aware that although Set wouldn’t mind her poking around, Nu certainly would.

  “Too bad he’s not here to tell me to stay out.” She swallowed hard and entered, aware of the differences between brothers. Nu had nothing out of place. A holo-vid of his parents sat on the stand next to his large bed. The lone sheet had been tucked around the mattress in military fashion. Nothing marred the stone floor, not so much as a speck of sand. In his armoire and dressers, his clothes were hung with care and folded neatly.

  Nothing to fix for Nu. But a small inconsistency in the back of his armoire tugged at her. She pushed his clothes aside and pulled a small tab. To her shock, the back wall of the armoire slid aside, showing a hidden area. A small light glowed brighter until she could see what lay behind the secrecy.

  “Stars and suns above,” she whispered as she saw a bevy of foreign objects. As she stared, she suddenly remembered where she’d seen some of these items before. Her handler had kept a vid-guide on hand when he needed visual stimulus to help him sexually perform. Many of the pictures in that guide had been of women using some of these items in, to quote Synster, “deviously sinful ways.”

  Whips, floggers, a ball gag, and several dildos sat on several shelves. She couldn’t help herself as she leaned closer, studying one large neon-blue phallus roughly the same shape as Nu’s. She cradled it in her hands, fascinated and wet at once. I wasn’t imagining things. He’s huge.

  Anin replaced the dildo and sought an innocuous looking box. Wondering what Nu might hide within a hidden space, she brought the box down. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw and heard no one. Peeking into the box, she saw pictures, a lock of hair, a record of marriage and a few letters. Record of marriage?

  Her curiosity caught, she read about Lita and remembered Set talking about her. Nu’s ill-fated marriage to this woman had turned him bitter. She could well understand it as she read some of Lita’s letters. The woman complained time and time again about Nu’s rough handling. Though why would she send him letters when she could tell him to his face?

  Anin answered her own question as she read on. The letters here weren’t from Lita to Nu, but from Lita to her lover, Ivar.

  Saddened to think of Nu with a woman who couldn’t appreciate him, Anin was drawn to discover more, to learn as much as she could about Nu’s tragic past in hopes that she could heal him, as Set wished.

  But all she read showed Lita as nothing more than a spoiled bitch. With hateful words, she made fun of Nu at every turn. Nothing he did was good enough. Lita attributed any act of kindness on his part to bribery, forcing her to endure his sexual battery. She’d convinced Ivar to help her kill Nu, for stars sake!

  Anin thought it lucky for Lita she was dead, else she’d be forced to take action. Never had Anin felt such violent tendencies, even against the bastards who’d held her in Blue Rim. But this dead woman stirred anger, hate, and a need to visit justice upon her sorry person.

  Lost in ideas of vengeance, Anin slowly replaced the box, wondering if Lita was the reason Nu seemed so closed off all the time, or if he’d been like that prior to his marriage. Did Set know the extent of the woman’s perfidy? She’d bet he didn’t. And why did Nu still keep such ugliness? Surely he couldn’t harbor love for that woman after all she’d done and after so many years. Could he?

  She dragged her hand down to the tab which would hide his secret panel when a large hand caught hers.

  “Well, well. Trespassing, Anin?” Nu glared at her with fire in his eyes. She looked past him to see Set grinning. He gave her a thumbs-up and closed Nu’s door, sealing her and Nu alone together.

  Though she appreciated Set’s agenda, she didn’t think this was the time to throw her to Nu. He seemed really angry as he clamped down on her wrist.

  “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I was trying to look at your clothes when—”

  “My clothes, hmm?” Nu dragged her away from the armoire after looking at it carefully. “Did you like my collection?”

  “Ah, that was unexpected.” She blushed, she couldn’t help it.

  Nu’s stance changed. Subtly, but she sensed it. He went from angered to aroused in a split second.

  “Do you like my toys?” he asked in a silky voice. He threaded his hands through hers and pulled her with him to his bed.

  “I’m sorry to intrude.” She tugged her hands and couldn’t move. Like lightning, arousal flared. She bit her lip to hide a moan. Stars, she loved his strength. So powerful, able to conquer her if he so chose. “I just wanted to help.”

  “Oh, you’ll help.” He turned her in his arms and
shoved her back onto his bed. “You look beautiful in that feshwa.” At her confusion, he explained, “That outfit you’re wearing. It’s Ragga. And it suits you.” He licked his lips and focused on her breasts. “It’s built for comfort. The heat won’t bother you, but the fabric will protect you from the sand and the sun’s rays.” He lowered a hand to her belly, the heat in his touch making her gasp.

  His palm looked dark against her skin. Excitement pulsed in the pink and golden sparks lighting her flesh.

  “You’re so pretty, even when you’re bad,” he breathed and inched his hand higher. “The feshwa lets your skin breathe, and it allows for easy access, if one were so inclined.”

  He palmed a breast and squeezed. She moaned, arching into his touch.

  “That’s it.” He pushed her shirt up to bare both breasts. Leaning down, he took one nipple in his mouth and bit hard.

  She gasped, and he soothed the sting, sucking her into a near-orgasm.

  “So sensitive,” he said with a chuckle. He alternated his touch, sucking on one nipple while he tormented the other with his rough palm. “Tell me, Anin. What else did you see in my closet?”

  She could barely function, lost in a blaze of lust. She ached, so wet for Nu as he tortured her slowly.

  “Tell me, Meena. Tell your master what you were really looking for. Now,” he added in a mean tone. He left her breast and sucked hard on her neck, marking her with his teeth.

  “Oh, oh, Sir.” She squirmed under him, wanting more. “Please...”

  He bit her hard, and she screamed, needing more.

  “Tell me, sweet.”

  “I just wanted to find your clothes. To mend them for you,” she said, and he eased his bite and licked her neck. His other hand left her breast and settled on her belly, perilously close to her sex. “I have a skill with needle and thread. I fixed Set’s shirt.”

  He stopped and stared at her. “Truly?”