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Authors: Marie Harte
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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 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 joining the others.
Except the home remained empty.
“Hello?” No one answered.
Curious, she took the time to look around. Nothing out of place. An organised 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 centre table. Nu and Fas stood proudly behind the group, their heads easily visible due to their massive height.
Too easily Arin recalled being caged by such strength, and she shivered, her soul clamouring 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 realised how wonderful sex could be. Her Handler’s selfish needs and less-than-noteworthy performance had coloured 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
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 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 joining the others.
Except the home remained empty.
“Hello?” No one answered.
Curious, she took the time to look around. Nothing out of place. An organised 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 centre table. Nu and Fas stood proudly behind the group, their heads easily visible due to their massive height.
Too easily Arin recalled being caged by such strength, and she shivered, her soul clamouring 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 realised how wonderful sex could be. Her Handler’s selfish needs and less-than-noteworthy performance had coloured 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
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