scientists forced to duplicate more and more of the humanoids using advanced maturation, chemical and mechanical construction and stimulus, the Creations built a formidable army in no time at all, and nearly wiped out a good portion of the System’s population before the peacemakers stepped in and stopped them.
Rafe ducked under an overhanging branch and swore he caught the scent of Erin just ahead. As he ran, he wondered just where Erin fell into the Creations’ evolution. In their short time together she’d wanted to be in control at all times…until she experienced a woman’s pleasure. He nearly stumbled as the notion dawned. Erin had been incredibly firm with him on every front, up until he’d given her ecstasy. In his arms, she melted, becoming a softer, malleable woman who catered to his needs. Rafe hadn’t thought much of it at the time, too involved in feeding their desires. The excitement in finding such a strong yet pliable woman overwhelmed the intriguing contrasts in her behaviour.
But as he neared her, he thought he may have found his answer. In Erin, it seemed the Eyran scientists had created a masterpiece. She functioned on her own and had the presence of mind to call her own shots. Yet with the right stimulus, she’d been his for the taking. Rafe grinned and sped up, the jungle around him a blur of heat flashes and darkness as he sought his prey.
Finding her now was only half the fun. Because when he caught her, he intended to get the rest of his answers, and teach Erin a thing or two about obedience in the process.
Erin couldn’t move another step. She’d pushed herself to the limit, sure Rafe would be hot on her trail the moment he regained consciousness. And since the last time she’d put him down he’d revived in half the time she’d thought, she’d made extra sure to give herself the advantage by tying him up. Surely those knots had given him fits.
She frowned as she bent over at the waist to catch her breath. Hopefully, Rafe wouldn’t be too upset about her escape. Erin still couldn’t believe she’d confessed the truth of her identity. Why the hell had she admitted to being a Creation? The prison ploy was perfect.
Experimented on with those other hapless souls. When pressed, she’d mask most of her abilities to lend credence to such fiction.
The smart thing after leaving Rafe would have been to kill him. No one else but Blue Rim and her siblings knew how she’d come to be. Erin’s ‘childhood’ had rushed by her in a blur of animated lessons and chemically stimulated cell development. After a year, she’d advanced to the physical level she currently maintained, that of a healthy, mature female.
The next three years had been spent in constant training. Perhaps that was why Canunn had insisted that she, Anin and Ryen forge close ties. Despite some common genetic factors, none of them were truly siblings. Yet that closeness—the love—between them all had made their constant tests bearable.
Love.
Erin sighed and sank to the ground, feeling astonishingly close to tears, not because of what she’d lost in her youth, but because of what she feared she might lose now. Rafe knew she was an unnatural thing. A Creation. He probably hated her now, and she wouldn’t be surprised to learn he’d summoned an Ari to take care of her. A Mardu assassination squad, the Ari could conceivably terminate her, with no one the wiser of her disappearance. Blue Rim might not be happy about her loss, but they’d deny all knowledge of her if Rafe made known the fact that he’d ordered a Creation killed.
Depressed, Erin wondered if she and Rafe might have continued their association if she hadn’t confessed her ugly truth. She knew she’d given him pleasure. That dreamy state of repletion they shared had been as close to descriptions of a heavenly afterlife as she could imagine. To feel such closeness to another physically, and to have that magnified emotionally…she didn’t know how to
Rafe ducked under an overhanging branch and swore he caught the scent of Erin just ahead. As he ran, he wondered just where Erin fell into the Creations’ evolution. In their short time together she’d wanted to be in control at all times…until she experienced a woman’s pleasure. He nearly stumbled as the notion dawned. Erin had been incredibly firm with him on every front, up until he’d given her ecstasy. In his arms, she melted, becoming a softer, malleable woman who catered to his needs. Rafe hadn’t thought much of it at the time, too involved in feeding their desires. The excitement in finding such a strong yet pliable woman overwhelmed the intriguing contrasts in her behaviour.
But as he neared her, he thought he may have found his answer. In Erin, it seemed the Eyran scientists had created a masterpiece. She functioned on her own and had the presence of mind to call her own shots. Yet with the right stimulus, she’d been his for the taking. Rafe grinned and sped up, the jungle around him a blur of heat flashes and darkness as he sought his prey.
Finding her now was only half the fun. Because when he caught her, he intended to get the rest of his answers, and teach Erin a thing or two about obedience in the process.
Erin couldn’t move another step. She’d pushed herself to the limit, sure Rafe would be hot on her trail the moment he regained consciousness. And since the last time she’d put him down he’d revived in half the time she’d thought, she’d made extra sure to give herself the advantage by tying him up. Surely those knots had given him fits.
She frowned as she bent over at the waist to catch her breath. Hopefully, Rafe wouldn’t be too upset about her escape. Erin still couldn’t believe she’d confessed the truth of her identity. Why the hell had she admitted to being a Creation? The prison ploy was perfect.
Experimented on with those other hapless souls. When pressed, she’d mask most of her abilities to lend credence to such fiction.
The smart thing after leaving Rafe would have been to kill him. No one else but Blue Rim and her siblings knew how she’d come to be. Erin’s ‘childhood’ had rushed by her in a blur of animated lessons and chemically stimulated cell development. After a year, she’d advanced to the physical level she currently maintained, that of a healthy, mature female.
The next three years had been spent in constant training. Perhaps that was why Canunn had insisted that she, Anin and Ryen forge close ties. Despite some common genetic factors, none of them were truly siblings. Yet that closeness—the love—between them all had made their constant tests bearable.
Love.
Erin sighed and sank to the ground, feeling astonishingly close to tears, not because of what she’d lost in her youth, but because of what she feared she might lose now. Rafe knew she was an unnatural thing. A Creation. He probably hated her now, and she wouldn’t be surprised to learn he’d summoned an Ari to take care of her. A Mardu assassination squad, the Ari could conceivably terminate her, with no one the wiser of her disappearance. Blue Rim might not be happy about her loss, but they’d deny all knowledge of her if Rafe made known the fact that he’d ordered a Creation killed.
Depressed, Erin wondered if she and Rafe might have continued their association if she hadn’t confessed her ugly truth. She knew she’d given him pleasure. That dreamy state of repletion they shared had been as close to descriptions of a heavenly afterlife as she could imagine. To feel such closeness to another physically, and to have that magnified emotionally…she didn’t know how to
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