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Friday, September 9, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Zara represents the force of life and love through sex. Origin has sent her into the universe to battle her counterpart, an escaped spirit who brings enslavement and death. She's followed Raven to Earth Con to save humans from Raven's evil. What she doesn't expect to discover is a human with the power of Origin strong inside him.
Nolan Price lost his sister to a cult, and since then he's devoted himself to freeing other victims. He never thought to encounter a charismatic leader from another part of the universe. Nor did he understand the depths of his own strength.
Raven was here. She could almost smell him. As Zara circulated amid the crowd, normal Earthers all despite their colorful costumes, she kept all her senses alert for signs of Raven’s presence. Even if she hadn’t embedded the tracer into the bulkhead of his ship, she would have traveled to Earth Con. Gullible in the extreme, the inhabitants of this planet would make perfect fodder for Raven, especially since this convention allowed beings from other worlds to mix in with the locals. He must have been salivating as he entered this solar system and set down outside the city limits.
“Hey, cutie, what are you supposed to be?” a human male said as he sidled up to her.
“Origin,” she answered. A truthful answer that would mean nothing to him.
“Nice.” He raked her over with his gaze. “Hey, you’re a tall one aren’t you? I like them big.”
Humans would have this reaction to her, and she’d have to get used to it. After all, she was here to seduce them as much as Raven was. Unlike Raven, she’d also come to help. Raven had his own motivations, none of them for the Earthers’ benefit.
“Are you going to the concert later?” he asked.
“Is it something special?”
“I’ll say.” He laughed, deep in his throat and with definite overtones. “I’m not normally a fan of jazz, but this new guy does a special kind of fusion, ya know?”
That would describe Raven’s music. Fusion of melody and death. Something exotic to lure his victims in and then seduce them with promises of eternal pleasure. Then he’d steal the energy of their souls, and they’d never realize what had happened to them.
Zara stopped in her tracks and finally took the time to study the Earther. Tall by human standards, although he only topped her by an inch or so. He had light brown hair, and he’d painted his face green and added fake wrinkles to his forehead. If she’d had more time to study human lore, she might have figured out what sort of creature he was supposed to represent.
He lacked the dazed look -- the empty expression -- of someone Raven had already jazzed-up. Neither did he possess the powerful sexuality Raven would endow in his Second-in-Combat. So he most likely wouldn’t have encountered Raven in person. Yet.
“And the concert… who’s performing?” she asked.
“A serious new dude. Has a wicked way with a guitar.”
“Does he look like me?”
The Earther stared at her for a few seconds as if he hadn’t considered the possibility before. “Yeah, he does.”
Origins appeared human enough, although their greater height, black hair, and pale skin made them stand out in a crowd. Raven had all of that in spades as well as an ethereal beauty that drew anyone in -- Origin or Earther.
“I would like to attend this concert,” she said.
That appeared to surprise him because his eyes widened. “You would?”
“I’ve never heard of this musician. What do you know about him?”
“Well, he looks like you, as you said. People say he plays like no one else they’ve ever heard,” the Earther said. “Everyone’s excited.”
“Well then… what’s your name?”
“Joel.” He stuck out his hand. “And yours?”
“Zara.” She might as well give him her real name. It wouldn’t mean anything to him. In Origin, Zara would be recognized as the goddess of sex and life as opposed to Raven, the god of sex and death. She’d won the battle for the souls of Origins for the most part, which had sent Raven to other worlds to recruit. The Earthers here had no idea they were to become part of an ancient battle.
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Thursday, May 5, 2016
For years, Mora has studied the ancient art of sex in the literature and history of her planet, Vesta. Now she's been assigned to visit Earth to discover, hands-on, how sex is performed so she can re-teach the pleasures of the flesh to her people. Unfortunately, she's been paired with an aristocratic prig who prides himself on tight control of his emotions and denial of any sensual pleasure. Thank the Universe he's a handsome devil, or the job would be impossible.
Laer has spent his life in pursuit of the intellectual over the carnal. Unfortunately, he scores high on Mora's so-called tests of sensuality. Now he's been assigned to a mission to Earth to study how to give and receive sexual pleasure. Watching a pair of Earthers make love opens up a new reality for him, but what follows between him and Mora in the bedroom steals not only his dignity but his heart.
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An exquisitely sensitive and crucial mission, and Mora’s home planet had assigned her a stiff-backed, high-born, coldly intellectual, self-satisfied prig of a partner to complete it. At least, he looked good, which would be a benefit. Her job, after all, was to teach the man how to enjoy sex.
Laer Mi-Artes Yar DoCardi, Scion of the First House stared around him at all the Earthers and their colorful costumes in obvious disapproval. He’d deny was doing it, of course. Contempt was an emotion, after all, and he held those in… well… contempt. She’d have to help him get over his aversion because sex was something Earthers understood, and whether he liked it or not, Earthers would be their teachers.
The gathering called EarthCon attracted an odd bunch of the planet’s inhabitants -- people who liked to dress up in costumes and impersonate characters from their popular fiction. Luckily, those characters were largely beings Earthers referred to as “aliens,” as if coming from this small, insignificant planet qualified one as normal and everyone else in the Universe as other. Still, the premise of the conference suited Vesta’s needs as Vestans could pass easily among the attendees despite the Vestans’ sixth finger on each hand and the color of their skin, which an Earther would describe as “aquamarine.”
Mora watched Laer as they walked among the crowd in the main exhibition hall. Haughty to the extreme -- a trait considered a virtue among Vesta’s ruling class -- Laer could ruin the mission by rejecting any kind of involvement with the participants at the conference. She’d have to remind him again and again, if need be, about the importance of the task before them and how his cooperation was mandatory.
“This entire endeavor is ridiculous,” he muttered. “I don’t know why I have to mingle with this great horde of the unwashed.”
“It seems to me they’re very well washed, indeed. There’s a shower in every hotel room.” The idea of bathing in water had taken some adjustment, but after a few tries, slicking oneself with soap and splashing it off had become quite pleasurable. Especially in the huge sunken tub in their luxury room. Another sensual experience to introduce to their home planet. Along with the obvious they’d come here to explore -- copulation. She’d have to overcome a great deal of resistance in that regard with Laer.
“What’s the one over there supposed to be?” Laer said, pointing a long finger in the direction of an Earther dressed in little more than strategically placed feathers.
Mora grabbed his hand. “It isn’t polite to point.”
He lifted an aristocratic brow. “It’s a simple enough question.”
Mora regarded the Earther. They’d both studied the various personalities of the local mythology, but this one had her stumped. “I don’t know. Some kind of bird-creature perhaps.”
The bird-creature in question had spotted them, and instead of taking offense at Laer’s pointing at her, appeared to view it as an invitation to approach. She sauntered over and gazed up at Laer from under feathered eyelashes. “Hey, you’re kind of cute.”
Mora held her breath waiting for his reaction. Luckily, he responded out of his training, not his natural inclination to bluntly order the woman out of his sight. He did nothing. He might have straightened a bit. At his considerable height, it was hard to tell.
“That’s a neat costume.” The Earther took his hand and studied his fingers. “Do all of these work?”
In answer, he clenched his hand into a fist around the Earther’s. Clenched his jaw, too. He probably wouldn’t tolerate too much more contact.
“Ooooh,” the Earther said. “Must be fun in bed.”
Mora reached over and gently removed Laer’s hand from the Earther’s. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Yours, too, I’m sure.” The Earther looked Laer over from top to bottom. “He has big hands and feet. Nice.”
The implication came through -- he’d be well-endowed sexually. A quaint superstition among these people. Laer obviously took its meaning because he glared at Mora, asking without words how much of this familiarity he was required to tolerate.
“My friends and I are having a special kind of party in my suite,” the bird-creature said. “Adult fun, if you know what I mean.”
“That sounds intriguing,” Mora said.
“You could come, too.” The bird-creature batted her eyelashes at Laer again. “Suite 650. Seven pm.”
Laer managed to maintain his composure, but Mora knew him well enough now to detect some cracks in his calm façade.
“We’re tired, having travelled light years to get here,” Mora said.
“Yeah, sure.” The Earther waved a dismissive hand and then leaned into Laer, splaying her fingers over his chest. “Suite 650.”
Before the cracks in his control turned into fissures, Mora stepped between him and the Earther. “I’m afraid he’s mine. And beware, my bite is venomous.”
“Kinky,” the Earther said. “Whatever floats your boat. Suite 650 at seven.”
Finally, the bird creature moved away but not without glancing over her shoulder to give Laer a smoldering look.
“Must I…” He hesitated for a moment. “Copulate with this Earther?”