Creations 3: Creating Chemistry (7 page)

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 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 colours 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 stitchwork in her garments, until she knew 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 stroke 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.

She 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 the letters. Lita 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.

Caught in her emotions, 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 harbour 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 skin.

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

He stopped and stared at her. “Truly?”

“Yes, Sir.” She thought he might have groaned. “I just wanted to help.”

 
He pulled on her nipples, playing with them until they formed painfully hard buds. “And then?”

“And then I found that secret compartment. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy,” she said on a gasp as he shoved his fingers under her skirt, through her wet slit. He rubbed her clit with light strokes, enough to make her plead for mercy. Though as strong as a Ragga, Anin felt so weak she could barely protest this sexual agony. Stars, she wanted him so much...

“But you saw everything.” Nu shoved a finger inside her, and she moaned. “You looked inside the box, didn’t you? Tell me the truth.”

His quiet voice should have warned her to lie. But she couldn’t disobey her master. “I did. I don’t know why Lita said those things about you.” She met his furious stare, tears pooling at the sight of his banked hurt. “You’re so much more than what she knew. So kind, so generous—”

His harsh laughter cut her off. “You don’t know a thing about me.” His touch grew rougher as he shoved another finger inside her. He touched so deep, to her very core. “Do you like pain, Anin? Would you like being told what to do, handled like a plaything by a man who can do whatever he wants to you?”

She nodded, and he swore.

“Let’s see how much you like this.”

Nu shoved her onto her belly and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She wasn’t afraid of him, though she knew she should be. Instead she ground into his bed, wanting to feel his hands and body all over her. To mark her again, as he had when he’d bitten her neck. So powerful, so demanding. Only she could soothe the beast inside him.

He yanked her skirt off her body and shoved her legs wide. “Don’t fucking move.”

She said nothing as she waited. Clothing rustled. He returned and shoved something inside her, something cold and large.

“Do you like this? It’s one of my favourites.” He pulled it out and commanded her to look. The large blue dildo. “It looks perfect in that pussy. So smooth and glassy.” He shoved it back in and fucked her with it.