Creations 3: Creating Chemistry
“She had a hard time concentrating on anything but him. Never had anyone cared for her so well. Even her brother, for all his love, couldn’t give her the tenderness he’d never been given. Set treated her like a queen. He fed her, touched her constantly, and ordered her about all day long. Heaven for a woman who lived and breathed to please others.
Her Handler, Synster had treated her like chattel. He’d never placed her needs above his own, but used her like a common whore. For all that she’d disliked him, the pain he inflicted had been minimal if memorable, and his attempts at sex had been quick. Of her three siblings, Anin alone retained the ability to procreate. She knew Synster had wanted her to carry his young. With her perfect face and form, and his brains, he’d told her, they would create progeny to rule the universe.
“What an ass.” She grinned with delight as Set raised a brow and returned to polishing his sword. She felt no guilt for the untoward thought, only pleasure ...that she had the freedom to say it.MoreLess
Her Handler, Synster had treated her like chattel. He’d never placed her needs above his own, but used her like a common whore. For all that she’d disliked him, the pain he inflicted had been minimal if memorable, and his attempts at sex had been quick. Of her three siblings, Anin alone retained the ability to procreate. She knew Synster had wanted her to carry his young. With her perfect face and form, and his brains, he’d told her, they would create progeny to rule the universe.
“What an ass.” She grinned with delight as Set raised a brow and returned to polishing his sword. She felt no guilt for the untoward thought, only pleasure ...that she had the freedom to say it.MoreLess
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