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  The Hard Way

  Stephanie Burke

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  Table Of Contents

  The Hard Way (Box Set)

  A Man Called Lust

  Welcome to Prefect City

  Three The Hard Way

  Still Waters (13th Floor)

  The Sincubus (13th Floor)

  Stephanie Burke

  The Hard Way (Box Set)

  Stephanie Burke

  From the twisted mind of Stephanie Burke come some of the strangest tales you’ll ever read…

  A Man Called Lust: Sinopee doesn't want to lose her lover, but how can she stay when it may mean both their deaths?

  Welcome to Prefect City: Shaquandra discovers things aren't always Perfect, even in "Perfect" city!

  Three the Hard Way: Perfect submission was never this hard… or this good.

  Still Waters (13th Floor): She challenged his ideals and his body. But is it enough to escape the 13th Floor?

  The Sincubus (13th Floor): When worlds collide and ideas change, anything can happen… on the 13th floor.

  A Man Called Lust

  Stephanie Burke

  Trapped.

  I am trapped in a colorless world,

  One of many mindless drones,

  Living an existence filled with drudgery and loneliness.

  Escape.

  My only hope, the one thing that holds my sanity.

  Escape through the mirror.

  Him.

  My one true lover,

  Separated through time and space itself.

  Vibrant and joyful, beautiful to hold.

  Everything that I am not.

  So when our shared world is threatened,

  I will do what I must to protect it!

  Now, only if we can do it in time,

  before I am trapped in a hell between worlds.

  But I will risk it.

  I will do anything to protect the paradise

  a conformist thinker like me has found.

  I will protect him…

  A Man Called Lust

  Prologue

  Hold these close to your heart,

  So that you will never forget me.

  Our time is short!

  We are blessed with such a short time.

  One day

  Yet I know that this one day

  This one day eternal

  Will sustain me for the year.

  For if they discover our secrets

  Those secrets will destroy us.

  -- A letter from the box

  Trembling, I reached inside and let my hands gently caress the aged parchment paper. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt each bump and ridge of the old papers, felt the emotion that permeated each thin sheet.

  The appointed hour was almost here.

  I stared intently into the mirror that sat on my dresser and again saw nothing special, nothing unique, and nothing that I could figure would make me the recipient of such a wondrous gift.

  Large brown eyes, Plain Jane eyes. Same medium-length black hair, caramel-colored skin. Nothing exotic or beautiful, just plain old me.

  I wondered what my parents were thinking when they made me, plain old me, guardian of their secret treasures, the letter and the carved wooden box.

  But I blessed them, wherever they were, for the duty that had become a gift of immeasurable delight.

  From the moment I’d received it so long ago, it had changed my life.

  As the clock struck midnight on this night of all nights, I felt my pulse quicken and my eyes flash.

  It was time… time to greet my love.

  Even as I watched, the mirror began to grow cloudy. White and purple mists swirled and danced on its surface. Faster and faster they twirled, creating a cyclone of color in the dullness of my room. Faster and faster they turned, keeping pace with my pounding heart, and then I saw his face.

  Large lavender eyes blinked owlishly at me, before the mist began to fade. As I watched, a slender, almost delicate hand pressed against some invisible barrier, leaned against it and, without a sound, forced its way through.

  “My love,” the reed-thin tinkling voice, distorted by distance and space, whispered as the hand beckoned me to follow.

  It was time.

  My heart racing in anticipation, I eased the lid closed on the letters and placed my hand in his.

  It was Valentine’s Day and, for a few hours, I would be away from the wasteland that the wars of 3009 created. I would be away from the land that never produced enough to eat, away from the struggling people, the constant darkness that surrounded the earth, away from the misery of my life here.

  For a time, I would be free, I would be with him, and this yearly blessing allowed me to stay sane, to survive another year here.

  Without him.

  Chapter One

  Come quickly, come alone!

  If you are followed, disaster will surely befall us!

  Together, we will defy those who would separate us

  Those who are against us.

  But as I stare into this mirror,

  At my reflection, know this.

  In my eyes, I see you.

  And I love you, forever.

  --A letter to my love; from the letterbox

  As always, I first felt a chill as I pressed one hand against the glass.

  The mirror was all the vanity that I have left. All of my femininity, the only thing of beauty that I own. And as I leaned against its familiar chill, I again prayed that this time I would find a way to stay.

  The hand I held was warm, pulsing with light, almost hot to the touch. And he was mine.

  Pressing harder, I began to feel the barrier of glass, like some thick gel, part for me. Its coolness eased past my face, making my nose itch as I began to force my way through. That warm hand was a beacon urging me to move faster. I closed my eyes and my body tingled as my face began to pass through.

  This was always the hardest part, the face. Even the popping of my ears never sent a shiver up my spine as the coolness of magic and time slipping by, as if it would rip me back or toss me into an eternity lost in a void of darkness. I neve
r watched. Once I had opened my eyes and was almost thrust into shock as the colors filtered and danced before my eyes. They surrounded me like they knew I was something that didn’t belong.

  But as soon as I felt the coolness on my neck, the hand that still held mine gave a tug, and almost like a pea popping from a pod, I was forced through. I was free of the mirror and once again, I faced my love, my life, my air, my reason for being.

  “Sinopee,” he said as I threw myself into his arms. His voice was as raspy and deep as I remembered.

  “Lust,” I breathed into his chest, inhaling the rich scent of him, almost tasting him as I lost myself in his touch.

  His name was Luster, but I called him Lust. And oh, how he sparked and shone in the sunlight.

  His large, almond-shaped, lavender eyes perfectly matched his hair, which was so silver it sparkled. The long mane hung to below his buttocks and shimmered with his every movement. His skin, so pale and delicate in appearance, gave him an elf-like quality, an illusion supported by his set of high, pointed ears. But that was all that was fae about Luster.

  He was over six feet of strong, muscled warrior. The sword that hung at his back was no mere ornament. I had seen him practice with the sharp blade, and he could do serious damage when he wanted.

  As always when he greeted me, he was dressed only in tight black leather pants and knee-high boots. The silver ring in his left nipple glistened, as did his hair, as did his whole body. On his wrists was a set of huge, black braces, tooled with the name of his clan and the land that he was born to control, but was denied… by them.

  “You have come back to me.” His hands, those warm, work-hardened hands, caressed my face as he lifted my head to meet his gaze.

  “I will always come back to you. You are my life.”

  “I am your fuck toy and you know it.” His rumbling laughter belied any seriousness in his tone.

  “And I only have a day, so let’s get to it!” I playfully demanded.

  “Commanding creature,” he hissed, tangling his hands in my thick hair. “Do you not know who you order about?”

  “Yes, my fuck toy, and the best fuck toy I ever happened to own.”

  “Own? Me? Great warrior that I am? It is you who are my object. And it is you who will find herself in serious trouble if you do not give me the respect I deserve.”

  One would almost think he was serious, if it were not for the laughter sparkling in his eyes.

  “I respect you,” I taunted. “Now take off the pants! I don’t have all day!”

  He threw his head back, roaring with laughter, this merry sound carrying over the lush green grasses and tall trees that I would have never experienced had he not performed the sacred ritual that drew me, through the words in the letters, through the mirror.

  “I have missed you, Sinopee.”

  “And I you, Lust,” I replied, tears welling up in my eyes against my will.

  “None of that! You have time for tears after the mirror draws you back. For now, I intend to enjoy what I have missed during your long absence.”

  “No relief?” I teased as he took the wooden box with the letters and placed them in a pouch at his side.

  He said nothing, but took my hand and began to lead me to where he had set up a camp.

  “Only my left hand,” he sighed mournfully. “You know I am connected to you. I could never derive any pleasure from the act if I were with another woman.”

  “Lucky me!” I giggled as he led me to his tent.

  Large, black, and made of some silky material, Lust’s tent was filled with lush carpets and huge pillows. It resembled some desert pasha’s harem from Old Earth.

  “Is this how a rebel leader lives now?” I teased.

  “Only for you, only on this day,” he replied, serious as he eased me inside and lowered the flap.

  “And if they attack?”

  “Glow and Glimmer will alert us. We are alone, but never totally alone.”

  “I understand.”

  I looked up at him. Even in the dim light of the tent, he sparkled and shone with an inner light, an energy that I had never experienced before.

  As I watched, he reached out one hand and gently caressed my face.

  His fingers trembled.

  He pulled me closer, and his hands began to explore my features, one by one, memorizing them for the long separation we faced after this day. His pupils, black islands on seas of purple, dilated and became hazy. His nostrils flared as his skin began to heat, to burn.

  “I want you,” he breathed, pulling me close to his hardening body. A noticeable bulge grew in the confines of the supple leather, taunting me with its hidden secrets.

  “How?” I whimpered, feeling my body respond to the nearness of his.

  “Hard,” he whispered, lowering his head to mine. “Deep,” he added as his tongue, long and pink, lashed at my lips, moistening them with his essence, marking me as his. “Now.”

  His mouth touched mine, that agile tongue reaching out to part my lips, to invade the territory he marked as his own.

  I closed my eyes and moaned. The large warmth of him took command of my mouth, exploring each tooth before delving deeper to taste the very essence of me.

  “Yes, now!” I whimpered. I began to rub against him, like a cat in heat. My nipples tightened and began to swell with my racing emotions. My heart pounded as I inhaled his scent, the smell of earth and musk. Desperately, I ran my hands along his thighs, feeling his muscles tense under the leather, now hot to touch.

  Slowly, I dragged my hands upward, skirting his obvious erection and sliding up the muscled abs that supported a chest built for pleasure, my pleasure. I shuddered at the feel of his hot skin and pulled back to watch my progress as my fingers grazed his erect nipples, tugging lightly at his ring.

  Lust threw back his head and groaned, the almost pained sound filling the confines of the warm tent. His hair cascaded backwards as he arched his back and reached for my touch.

  “Yes,” he hissed. One large hand covered mine, forcing my fingers back to his ring, silently telling me to pull at it, to stimulate his nipple with a touch of pain.

  Knowing his limits, I grasped the ring and gave it a gentle tug, my breath catching as his body sheened with sweat and he began to tremble beneath my touch.

  Then suddenly I was lifted from the ground, his arms a tight vise around me as he carried me to a pile of pillows in the center of the room.

  He grasped the material of my tunic and rent it in two with one fierce jerk, his knuckles grazing my chest. My bouncing breasts were exposed to his hungry view.

  “Have you been waiting for me?” he demanded. He sat and roughly pulled the boots from his feet. “Have you been a good little girl?”

  “For you, always,” I breathed, excited by his touch and the lust in his eyes.

  “I will know.” He stared at me a moment before his hands went to the drawstring that held up his pants.

  Slowly, under my watchful eyes, he tugged the thong free, exposing the firm, pale flesh beneath his navel and the silver treasure trail that marked the way to his greatest prize.

  “Let me,” I whispered as I reached out and grasped his slim hips, my torn tunic falling from my body with my movements.

  Slowly, I rose to my knees, grinning up at him, before I leaned in close for my first taste of paradise.

  His skin was slightly salty and, oddly enough, tasted fresh and new. Slowly, I ran my tongue down that glory trail, tickling his muscles, wetting his flesh, then I gently blew on the wet path I had blazed.

  He moaned and then I could feel his hands shifting through my hair, tugging slightly, massaging my scalp, urging me onwards.

  Eager to comply, I moved my hands from his waist to gently score his sides with my nails, then slipped them down to the opening in the confining leather. Almost teasingly, I ran my fingers around the small indention made by the waist of his pants. I tormented him further by moving my hands to cup the hard firm globes of his ass.
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br />   “Sinopee,” he groaned as I played my erotic game of touch. “In a moment, I am going to forgo any tenderness that I feel and just fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

  “Promises, promises,” I purred, but firmly gripped his pants and peeled them from his body.

  Instantly, I was assaulted by the scent of hot leather and even hotter man. Inhaling deeply, I gently eased the front of his pants down, carefully freeing what I had craved for so long.

  A thin sprinkling of hair made up his pubic bush, in the same silver tones as the hair on his head. It trailed lower until it surrounded the base of the most beautiful cock that I had ever beheld.

  Thick was the only word that would do him justice. Thick and long, reaching about ten inches in length. The most amazing thing about his hard flesh was not the super soft skin, the near scalding heat it threw off, or even the sight and smell of the sweet pre-cum that oozed from the purple, mushroom-shaped head when he was really excited, like right now. It was the curve.

  Lust’s cock was bent in such a way that no matter what position I was in, the head scraped against my hot spot with every thrust. It was also perfect for double stimulation, as I lay beneath him and let his hardness slide down my throat. There was a lot to love about Lust, and I was ready to begin!

  Chapter Two

  Looking up at Lust, I lowered my head enough to run the tip of my tongue up the backside of his cock, from the base to the hard ridge of flesh at the tip. He closed his eyes and his breath hissed from between clenched teeth.