Free Creations 2: Creation's Control by Marie Harte

paused. Waves of satisfaction filled him at the sight of his cum and Ryen’s mingled over Ryen’s belly. Uneasy at the intensity of such feelings, Drekk wiped evidence of their passion away. He took his time cleaning, unable to resist the beauty of Ryen’s frame.
    He trailed a damp cloth over Ryen’s muscular arms and chest, past his ruddy cock, thick thighs and sculpted calves.
    “I am in way over my head with you,” he murmured to his sleeping lover. What he’d intended as no more than a way to help Ryen—a fellow Creation—overcome what fate had handed him now seemed a path towards a new relationship. Drekk readily admitting to loving the intimacy he and Ryen had shared. But a relationship with a male so like the ravaging animal he’d once been? Could he afford to release that side of him when he’d worked so hard to bury the past?
    Ryen could pull that out of him as no one had in hundreds of years. In all the time since his escape from madness, Drekk had shared sex and affection, but he’d never truly loved.

    Around Ryen he wanted to possess and be possessed. His inner balance, at peace with dominance and submission, now fluctuated upon Ryen’s moods.
    I’m the master. Me, he reminded himself. This domination, this sexual closeness exists only to save your sorry ass, Ryen. Your beautiful, tight, firm, sorry ass.
    Drekk rubbed his eyes in frustration.
    Ryen, fortunately, chose that moment to moan, interrupting his moment of self-crisis.
    “Drekk? What happened?”
    “I fucked you so hard you passed out.” Drekk grinned at the astonished look on Ryen’s face. “Actually, I think your newfound passion fried your circuits. It’s happened to me a time or two. You’re healing, Ryen. All that emotion bubbling inside you is finally leaving you without violence.”
    Drekk resisted the urge to glance away from Ryen—the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Fascinated didn’t begin to describe Drekk’s feelings. Kaleidoscopes of blue sparkled and meshed around the golden pupils of Ryen’s eyes. The black collar’s studs gleamed against his now-glowing golden skin. The strength apparent in Ryen’s frame contrasted with the uncertainty in his expression. Exotic, powerful, and achingly vulnerable, Ryen made Drekk want to indulge himself in his infatuation and fuck him now.
    But after such progress, sex would not only be foolish, but selfish. Though Drekk knew he’d satisfied Ryen, Ryen wasn’t yet ready for the burden of intimacy real sex between them would create.
    For that matter, Drekk wasn’t sure he was ready either.
    Ryen shook his head and stared at Drekk’s body as if he couldn’t help himself. When he zeroed in on Drekk’s perpetual hard-on, he flushed. “Did we really just fuck?”
    “Not exactly.” But we will. “How did it feel when you took control?” Ryen paused in thought. “It felt, well, good. I was in charge one minute and not the next. Your taste, it, ah...”
    Drekk grinned. “Yes, yours as well. We complement one another, Ryen. That’s not a bad thing. Tell me how it felt when I took that control back from you.” Ryen frowned. “At first I didn’t like it.” He struggled with his next words. “Then it felt right. I wanted, hell, I can’t believe I’m saying this. I wanted...more. Penetration more, if you can believe that.”

    His candour warmed Drekk from the inside out. “I can. That’s called progress. You wanted to be taken.” Stars knows I want to take. “The need to submit is so ingrained in you that even Synster’s abuse couldn’t mute it completely. We were Created to serve. You can’t deny that as much as you and I might want to. Your problem is that you’re a strong male.
    That dominance wars with your submissive yearnings. But you can have both. You can be commanding in the world outside, and free yourself to serve sexually, at least until you feel confident in your control. ”
    For a minute, it looked as if Drekk had gotten through to the