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Tender Master by Yamila Abraham Cover by Ero‐Pinku Copyright © 2012 Yaoi Press. All rights reserved. * * * * *
Caleb dislodged himself from under the sleeping god Fizu. His bare feet touched the cold stone tile beside the bed. He stood and donned his underpants as quietly as he could. The rest of his clothes he gathered in his arms to put on in the hallway. Caleb leaned against the wall and sighed. He couldn’t complain of any injuries (all asacrats could handle rough sex) but his muscles ached. Fizu ordered him to ride him with furious gusto all night long. The insatiable god hardly rested between his numerous orgasms. Caleb, however, still felt tension in his groin. He considered going to his quarters to masturbate. Before he’d finished dressing the desire faded. He went to the prayer shrine instead. Caleb filled a crystal bowl with water and laid some tapestries over the floor. He already felt some peace. The asacrat looked up at a mural above him. The Crystalline gods poured out light into the universe while the demons of Darkhelm cowered below their feet. Fizu looked noble in the painting. He wished the selfish lascivious god he’d just slipped away from was more like his illustration.
Caleb knelt and prayed. “When I was a child growing up in the asacrat nursery I knew of you all only through the divine legends I was taught. My love for you was so powerful—I wept when I prayed. You were perfect to me. “Now I’ve come to know all of you—but only as…a creature to warm your beds. Tears still come when I pray to you. They are no longer the tears of adoration. “Why can’t I see you as the glorious beings I imagined in my youth? Without my faith to anchor me I’m drifting away from you.” Caleb covered his face with his hands. Tears wet his cheeks. “Please bring me back.” “What you need is to get away.” Caleb looked behind him. His sister April stood in the doorway of the shrine. She was dressed in a revealing glittery costume that had to be for the pleasure of one of the gods. “I’ve been here a lot longer than you, Caleb. Things aren’t going to get any better. I wish I could run away for good, but I always get sick.” Caleb swallowed. “I don’t want to run away. I want to serve them, April. Just— just not like this. They’re like swine in bed—so uncaring and disgusting.” She shook her head and walked to him. “Sex is all they want from us. It’s a horrible joke—to be raised as chaste priests and priestesses, and then to have your
innocence torn away the first night you meet your idols. The goddess mother said I should be grateful to be a sex slave. Asacrats were created to satisfy their lust. If not for that we wouldn’t exist.” “But they’re the light of the universe, April. You can’t think everything we’ve learned is a lie.” “I stopped being in awe of them a long time ago.” She took his hand. “I don’t want you to get like me, Caleb. Don’t lose hope. There’s nothing worse than feeling empty inside. Life stops having meaning. You’re just filling time.” April led him to a domed alcove in the castle. She brought him to a sleek computer console. “The gods tell everyone outside this planet that we’re their priests and missionaries.” “They do?” Caleb said. “Yes. So go on a mission.” She brought up a message. “Look, here’s a request from the leader of the settlement on planet Risden. He’s asking for a priest to come and set up a church to the Crystalline gods.” Caleb read the email over her shoulder. “Risden is in Darkhelm’s solar system. I had no idea anyone settled there. The whole area must be demonic.” April met his eyes. “Sounds like an emergency, Caleb.”
His heart started to race. The gods and goddesses of the complex would be asleep for several hours. Surely none of them could object to him running off to deal with an emergency. He decided not to ask. *** When Caleb’s ship dropped out of hyperspace he felt the oppressive demonic aura clouding the sector. He became nauseous, and then had tightness in his throat. Caleb uttered a fast prayer. He finally was able to steer the ship down toward the landing coordinates. Once the ship cleared the atmosphere Caleb realized the world was a bleak tundra. In his haste he hadn’t packed the appropriate clothes. Caleb hoped his contact would detect his ship and meet him. A man appeared in the snow buried in a thick coat. He got Caleb to land the small craft beside the largest building in the sparse settlement. When the hatch opened the man rushed Caleb inside. Virulent icy winds drowned out his words. The severe cold made it painful just to draw in a breath. The man closed the door and the howling wind ceased. Caleb hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself. His greeter took off his coat. He was a large man with an overgrown black beard and shaggy black hair. His massive gut was barely contained by a button-down shirt. “You must be the asacrat.”
Caleb righted himself. “And you are Julian?” “I never expected them to send someone so fast. A real asacrat! And just as beautiful as I heard. Our luck’s finally turning around.” Julian said most of this to himself. He met Caleb’s eyes. “What should I call you then? Is it priest?” “Just Caleb will do.” Evening came at an arbitrary hour since the planet never saw daylight. By then Caleb had retrieved his belongings from his craft and appropriated still more from Julian. He dared not venture out of the building. Julian explained it was the meeting house and a refectory. Caleb was assigned a tiny room behind the kitchen. He couldn’t comprehend the joy unpacking gave him. The air still had an oppressive aura. It didn’t affect the hope burgeoning within him. He prayed that he could do the settlement some good. Julian sat with him in an area of couches beside the dining hall. He gave Caleb a hot brown drink that was so delicious he felt like celebrating. The books of Exinious caught his eye on the small shelf beside them. “Why do you have these demonic texts?” “Huh?” Julian didn’t look at them. He scratched at his beard. “I don’t know. Never mind.” “Well, um, I want to tour the settlement, but I just can’t bear the cold.” “It’s late. I’ll take you around tomorrow in a car.”
“What’s the history here? I never knew there was a settlement in Darkhelm space. According to my religion you’ve moved into Hell.” Julian grew flustered. “Ah, alright, I’ll tell you it all. This is as much a mining colony as a settlement. All the Darkhelm worlds are loaded with sulphite. We figured we could set up a little operation right on the edge of his space. We’d mine a chunk out of this iceberg and be gone before he knew it.” Caleb almost spit up his brown drink. “You thought you could go behind Lord Exinious’ back?” Julian chewed his bottom lip. “So what happened?” “What happened? Who said anything happened? We’re here mining just like I said. ‘Bout 160 of us.” “If nothing happened why did you summon an asacrat missionary?” Julian looked away from him and scratched his hair. “Why? Why not? On the edge of Darkhelm space. Figured we needed one.” Caleb still felt confused. “I see. But, if you’re only going to be here a short time—“ “We’ve been here one Earth year. We ain’t leaving.” Caleb sipped with a furrowed brow. Then he said, “I thought you were going to be in and out before Darkhelm noticed?”
“What I said was, that was our plan when we first got here. Things change. Situations can change in a heartbeat.” Julian rose. “Anyway, we ain’t leaving.” Caleb shrugged. “Well, I’m happy to be here. I hope I can provide an uplifting ministry for you and the other settlers.” “Ministry, right. That will be great.” He grabbed his big coat off the hook beside the door. “Thank you, Caleb.” He spoke without looking back. “Thank you for…coming to save us.” “I haven’t done anything yet.” “You will.” Julian let in the icy blades of wind from outside for several moments, and was gone. Caleb remained at the couches to finish his drink. He could tell from the silence that he was now alone in the large building. His joy at a new purpose felt marred with foreboding. He wished Julian didn’t perplex him. *** In the darkness of his room Caleb could hear the wind blustering outside. He shivered in his cot despite several oversized blankets. A choking sensation started in his throat. He realized he wasn’t shivering, but trembling. Caleb closed his eyes causing tears to spill out. The dark aura had spiked. And here he thought he’d gotten used to it.
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A Snippet From the Hit Series Maelstrom!
Malstrum walked in with a bowl of mana stew. He froze to stare at Demetri. His face appeared to show no emotion, but as the instance stretched on Demetri saw the traces of pain around the edge of his eye. “I’m fine.” Malstrum looked down. “I don’t like fucking up.” “Happens to the best of us.” He crossed the room to set the bowl on a nightstand. Malstrum nudged himself on the edge of the bed. He splayed his fingers into Demetri’s hair. His hand soothed back the dark tresses twice as he gazed into his eyes. Then he leant over and embraced him. Demetri wrapped his arms around Malstrum’s lean back. The hug gave him rapturous twinge inside. He couldn’t fathom the emotion; he just enjoyed it. He savored Malstrum’s warmth, his scent, and the strength of his hold. Everything about his touch made Demetri feel good. He caressed his back so he’d linger. Malstrum squeezed him tighter. Demetri had to suppress a sigh. Malstrum pulled away, but not far. He broke from the hug and put their lips together in one fluid movement. Demetri’s eyes widened. Malstrum’s hand went to the base of his skull to pull him into the kiss. “Mmph—!” This had the same enchantment as the hug. Demetri’s chin trembled. Both their mouths were open and Malstrum worked over his lips with moist clicking sounds. Demetri tried to back away. He hit the headboard. Malstrum’s hand went the side of his face to trace his fingers down his jaw line and then caress his throat. The touch made his flesh tingle. Demetri’s lips puckered. It was the barest sign he was meeting the kiss. Malstrum tilted his head and touched his tongue against Demetri’s. He curled it back in his mouth, but then realized how stupid that was. It was either push Malstrum off him, or accept the full brunt of his kiss. He made his tongue available again. Malstrum lathed it. The stunning intimacy made Demetri’s stomach quiver. Any where Malstrum touched felt ignited with tingles. Even his breath became stilted. Malstrum’s fingers soothed over his collar bone down to the middle of his chest. He found his nipple under his shirt and pinched. Demetri jerked his head away.
“Cut the shit!” Malstrum stayed close. His face was flushed with lust. “Need to go lock the door, then fuck you senseless.” “No!” “Yeah.” “Fuck no!” Malstrum turned away and fumed. “I guess ‘fuck no’ wins.” “What happened to apologizing to me?” He sat on the side of the bed and considered. “I was all apologetic, babe. But then you let me kiss you.” “Let you? I didn’t let you do shit! I’m in no shape to defend myself.” Malstrum laughed softly. He soothed Demetri’s shoulder. “Stop acting so adorable if you ain’t gonna let me fuck you.”
A Snippet from the Series Incubus Master
There were tendrils of frost growing on the ground. Figaru built a fire, then made the tent open on the side facing it. Jinady removed his boots, but kept his socks on. He crawled inside the down blankets while shivering. Figaru sat against a tree nearby him. Jinady looked at him. The demon’s garments left most of his flesh exposed. “Aren’t you cold?” Figaru shook his head. He crept over to the tent, and then gingerly climbed over Jinady into it. He pulled off the down blanket on top of him. “Gah!” “Endure it just a moment.” Figaru took Jinady’s coat off him and threw it aside. Now Jinady’s teeth were chattering. Figaru’s hot body nestled against him. He covered them with the blanket, and enclosed Jinady in his large arms. The fire heated the front of him. Figaru’s warmth was against his back. Jinady closed his eyes. He was in bliss. He brought his hand over Figaru’s embracing arms. “Better?” “Wonderful.” His voice sounded too dreamy. He snuffled to try to negate this. It was hard not to sink into the euphoria Figaru’s touch brought him. The full length of Jinady’s body was connected to him. His chest rose and fell beneath Figaru’s arms in a sigh. He was utterly Figaru’s now. He no longer had a reason to resist. He caressed Figaru’s arm with his fingers. He’d wanted to trust him. Now he felt he could. Jinady closed his eyes. Figaru’s chin and throat were behind his head. His arms were wrapped around his chest. His bottom was against the leather garment over Figaru’s crotch. He let his mind drift. Figaru could release him, lower his arms, undo Jinady’s pants, pull them down to expose his ass, move aside his leather garment, and— “Jinady.” He opened his eyes. Figaru’s hot breath touched his temple. “I’ll molest you if you become any more aroused.” Jinady whispered. “What?” “You’ve been warned.” His brow furrowed. The word molest just ignited his imagination. All Figaru had to do was grind his hips and he’d be molested. Then there were his arms, already conveniently in front of him. He could pinch a nipple. Maybe that’s the reason he removed his coat? “Lovely little creature.” Figaru half‐sang the threatening words.
Jinady’s eyes widened. “You’ve sealed your own fate.”
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