Monday, July 17, 2017


Awake my Soul

Sam Bailey had always wanted to be an explorer. He got to be an engineer on an exploring mission, far from the tick of action but close enough to settle his hidden shameful thirst for adventure. He’d been a late child, born to his savant herbalist mother from an eprubete after she’d chosen the best dna to create him. He wasn't too bitter about it now, sure he’d not had an ordinary childhood but got to do and see things other children couldn't even dream off. His first journey off world, he’d been barely out of diapers.

Never a child, always a project and meant to be continuing his mother’s legacy, Sam’s biggest rebellion had been studying engineering instead of herbology after all his mother’s tutoring for the first eighteen years of his life. He had nothing against herbology, his mother was a galactic hero after all the medicines she’d developed and the lives saved. It was just that, well, it was boring. He already knew most of it by now and he wanted to feel challenged. Besides, sitting around in a laboratory for most of his life just staring at plants and glass plates with various experiments, yeah, not really his deal.

See, Sam was hyperactive. In old-fashioned Earth he’d had probably had more problems with it as at that time ADHD was difficult to manage. He wasn't that bad but his body still felt the need to be moving, his brain to be doing something. Something other than waiting for fungi to grow.

Unfortunately his mother had not really been selective when it came to physical traits. Sure, Sam’s appearance was pleasant enough with his green jewelled eyes that he considered his best attribute after his brain and his mousy brown hair. He kinda resembled a hamster after a work binge but what could he do? The bane of his existence was his height thought. Everyone knew that to be an active member on expedition missions you needed to meet certain physical requirements and Sam fell really short behind on those. Get it? Short? Dammit. He did have to admit that it came in handy when he had to crawl through the ship’s hull for some elusive damaged link. Which could happen more often from his part, he really needed the exercise and it always felt like his own mini-adventure. Unfortunately his mother reach was far and he’d been promoted to head-engineer after his first two weeks on boards and barely three adventure trips. Dammit again. After that he’d frankly waited for the cryo portion of the trip, sick and tired of just dealing with paperwork, reports and the random bossing around of people under his command. He even had people doing that for him. Sam had not studied engineering and advanced space technology just to become a paper pusher.

Well. at least the view was gorgeous. That it his office had windows pointed straight at the hand-to-hand combat rings. He was more that 90%  sure that was also his mother’s doing. She knew all too well how distracted he got when confronted to gorgeous male examples of body perfection. He was ashamed to admit that at twenty five he was the geek cliche and hopeless in the flirting department too. He’d tried to push his luck with the armed forces’ head officer, one Than Argant that was pure sex on stick. The guy had thought he was calling him for a meeting and Sam had chose the easy way out and went with the misunderstanding.

Sam sighed, not really in the mood to wake up and face another embarrassing boring day. Maybe he should consider framing himself with some gross misconduct or error just so he was demoted again. Cleaning the ship’s hull had always sounded exciting, no matter that it was mostly routine for his technicians and fairly gross. Similar to the old job of manually cleaning toilets. Even that sounded more interesting than reading another expenses report.

He stretched and lazily blinked, frowning at the lack of light or noise. Usually the ship was programmed to give him a good wake up call with all the bells and whistles. Yes, Sam was a bit lazy upon waking up, he needed the extra push. Old school caffeine or the newer adrenaline shots did squat for him. Not to mention that he hated being dependent on anything to help him function properly. His palms hitting stone, cold, abrasive, regular stone did the waking up trick better than any chemical enhancement. The sound of soil crumbling a bit around him speed his heart rate and Sam quickly realised that his eyes were wide open. And it was still dark.

“Okay, okay, deep breaths. Either you’ve gone blind due to-to. Was I in cryo? Cryo damage could explain this. Shit.”

His searching hands made quick word of exploring the space around him. Sam was not happy with what he found. Namely that no synthetic material was in his vicinity. Only rock, dirt and some strings that oddly felt like roots. Shit, shit, shit. Stone, dirt and roots. Tight, enclosed space as his nose had been fast to meet the ceiling of his abode when he’d first panicked and tried to stand up.

“Shit. I’m underground. Underground where. How?”

Talking to himself wasn't helping any and Sam had the obvious thought that he’d not gotten buried underground by himself that quickly shut him up. That meant he’d been put there, or dragged as the case was. He could faintly feel air flowing around him so he was in a tunnel?

He didn't get the chance to explore that idea and start crawling for an exit as he felt his ankles being grabbed quickly and deftly. His yelp had nothing manly about it. The claws painfully digging in his soft skin put an end of his foot kicking. Sam’s breath hitched and he wasn't ashamed to admit he panicked. He was going to die after all, eaten by a sharply clawed unknown beast that was...purring? Sam tried to find a root or a stone, anything to cling to and stop being dragged to his doom. Everytime his hands got hold of something, the claws dug deeper in his ankles and the next pull will painfully dislodge Sam’s holding on the wall. The purring was still there, the digging claws will sometime trace over his skin before dragging him further in the beast’s den. Sam’s breathing was ragged and frenzied, interspaced with small whimpers and cries of pain when a stone scratched him or a nail broke as he tried to find a hold on the walls quickly constricting around him. The tunnel became narrower but strangely a bit less dark, not that it helped with his rising panic. He’d started to kick his feet again, regardless of the claws holding them and didn't notice that those claws were not really hurting him. He could feel his chest constrict, air no longer getting in his lungs and tried struggling one more time before passing out. His last thought was that he hoped he won’t wake up. He much prefered not to feel being eaten alive.


Sethel snorted in disgust as he dumped the alien on the rug. The creature had become so scared that it had lost consciousness. He didn't understand what kind of survival instinct that was, to become so completely vulnerable due to panic. He snorted again at himself. What the gods had he been thinking? Taking the prey for himself and defying the pathra. All for what? The slumbering mass of alien creature shivered even in its unconscious state and Sethel turned his back to it. There it was, the reason. Sethel knew all too well how it felt to be completely at others’ mercy and too weak to defend himself. Arkana had come a long way from the merciless times of its beginnings but was still a savage planet where only the strongest survived and the weak either went into priesthood or were doomed to perish in the wilderness. If the different clans let you live as a nomad, and that was a big if, then the planet would take care of you in the end. Between deadly vegetation and the tricky landscape, a single individual had low chances of surviving for long. Sethel had. He was probably the only exception on the entire planet, at least that he knew of. He’d been on his own for more than twenty moon cycles, since he could barely take his animal form. Now an adult on his own right with a large territory firmly established, pathras knew to leave him alone and drakar families the same. Even priests avoided his territory and Sethel knew weird rumors circulated about him. Good.

Now, what to do about the creature? It seemed sentient though not really bright. Sethel was loath to admit but another reason he’d “saved” the alien was that he was lonely. Wild beasts didn't make for good companions but maybe this one could be trained to be. He deftly prepared a meal for him and his guest, better show that he didn't want to harm him. He wondered if the alien could communicate intelligently. When the pathra had found him, the alien was noisily stumbling around the forest. Sethel had watched as they had joked around the unusual creature before deciding what to do about it. Some of the young pathros had wanted to feast on it and see if it was edible. THe older ones had not said no to that, just decided that they will study it first and see if it was some sort of new danger they should be wary off. Sethel knew what studying it meant. After all he was the result of one such intensive “study” of his mother.

A groan from the sleeping room alerted Sethel that his guest was waking up. He gathered the lamia skin plates filled with food and preened a bit. He was a good provider. The creature will do well if it accepted Sethel.


Sethel froze mid-step and almost dropped his plates. Unencumbered by fear the creature’s smell cleared and Sethel could almost feel the purity of it. THe creature was untouched and unmated, dammit. No wonder the older pathros wanted to study it first. This complicated things. The pathra will surely come after such a tasty prey and Sethel was only one. He could also not sequester himself to his caves, he needed to hunt on the surface to survive.

“Shit. Shit, where am I? Did I dreamt it? The beast, claws, the tunnels? Shit, I need to get out of it before I find out.”

Sethel’s mind came to a stop at the mumbling he could hear. That. That was his mother’s tongue. That. The creature was indeed similar in shape with his mother but the coloring was all wrong. His mother had been dark as the half-full moon nights, with long fur coming from the scalp and stocky powerful limbs. This alien looked fragile like a newborn, light too and Sethel had noticed the forest color of his eyes even in the darkness. Still. That was his mother’s tongue. The words familiar and bittersweet in Sethel’s ears but nonetheless intelligible.

This changed everything. Sethel allowed himself a bright short smile before quickly entering the sleeping room. Better not leave his guest get too many ideas and endanger themselves. He thought the alien was male but it didn't really matter to Sethel. He wanted to keep them regardless. He will keep him.


Sam startled as the tall, dark man entered the stone chamber. He noticed the plate shaped objects first and his second thought was yes, food!, the first being to be glad that it wasn't a beast and it didn't seem that Sam was about to be barbequed. They both stood like that, frozen in their study of each other. Sam breath was slowly started to hitch again as he took in small details of the man in front of him. Like the way he moved, all animal grace, the claws that held the plate-thingies, the shape of the odd purplish eyes. He wasn't stupid. His mother may had dedicated her life to the study of plants but Sam had been equally fascinated by animals. All the signs pointed to some sort of alien humanoid feline. Black, clawed and dangerous one. Panthers came in mind, but those were long time ago extinct.

“Hello? Please dont eat me. I bet I taste stringy. I never could gain weight. THe most you can do is make a soup on my bones. Not really worth the effort, you see. And you dont understand a word Im saying. Shit, Sam, why didn't you find the time to adjust your translator to animal sounds too? You have all the data you need. Well had. Shit, shit, shit.”

“You like to say that a lot. Shit. You need to go... do it?”

The panther was speaking english. Stilted english, accented with growly sounds english, but english. Sam closed his mouth and tried slowly breathing to calm himself and asses.

“Im Sethel. Welcome. This will be your new home.”

Wait. What?

“What? No, no, no.”

Sethel’s elongated eyes seemed to crinkle at the corners and Sam had the impression the creature was laughing at him. A peak of those sharp incisors cemented the idea and Sam shuddered. Those were some wicked teeth the dude had on. He hadn’t failed to notice that the feline-guy was built too, taller and wider than Sam and indubitably stronger. He had the type of body that Sam used to drool on, would be now too if not on the verge of becoming some alien’s pet or slave or worse- dinner.

“Yes. You are prey, they look for. You. Not safe out.”

Sethel seemed to be unused to speaking but he got his message across with no problems. Sam shrunk when the guy got closer, wary and not really ready to accept what he was being told. There was always another way. He won’t accept it. He wasn't anybody’s prisoner, the least some primitive species’.

“Eat. Strength. You. Weak. Need to be strong for kindru.”

Umm. Sam hesitantly took the plate, more because the guy was practically showing it in his face and that, that meant he was too close. His brain was working a mile a minute and he’d already noticed there was only one way out of this room, that it straight behind his so -called savior slash jailor. He was halfway through his plate, hesitantly chewing on the more fruity type of things he could see on it when his brain screeched to a halt.

“Kindru? What is that?”

Sethel’ smile was frightening at the least. The guy simply took both their plates, carefully putting them aside before coming to close for Sam’s comfort.

“Marriage first. Then kindru.”

Oh, hell no. He didn't want to know what that word meant anymore.

Sam had enough time to boggle his eyes and lean back before the feline guy’ teeth glinted dangerously. He scrambled back and got pulled by his ankles in a laid down position on the coarse rug. That was becoming an unpleasant habit.

“No! No mate! Whatever kindru- no!”


He didn't see Sethel teeth again but boy, did he feel them. The junction of his shoulder and neck was on fire, the sharp incisors deeply embedded in his skin, the soft suckling making Sam even more agitated as his blasted dick seemed to have a straight connection to his sensitive neck. NO, no, no.

It didn't last long but felt forever as Sam was held firmly in place and Sethel finished doing whatever he was doing to his neck. Sam had first been afraid to even move with those teeth so close to his jugular, not that he could under all that muscle mass pinning him down. After a couple of seconds the pain blended with shameful arousal and Sam’s brain went practically offline. He could feel every millimeter of teeth leaving his neck, but strangely it didn't hurt anymore. Sam’s neck was not the only thing on fire now, his all body was fevered and he got the impression that this was not normal. Something was happening to him. Sethel had done something, something more than just biting his neck.

“‘Tis done. Marriage. We need work for kindru and aspa.”

“Wha? What did you do to me? I feel...”

Sam blinked lazily, Sethel’s face a blurry image above him. He was floating, Sethel’s body the only thing keeping him anchored to the ground. His thoughts were like flashes of unknown computer script and he could not hold on to any of them. Something… something. He had to do. He didn't want. Something…

“Sleep. Bond settles quick. You safe here.”

Safe… safe… Safe from who? What? Kindru, aspa… Marriage!!! Hell, no. Sam feebly pushed at the strong arms keeping him close before slowly succumbing to the lethargy overtaking his body. His purring pillow felt comfortable as he let his head drop and rest, his tired mind had had enough with all the shocks of the last hours.

Sam had wanted adventure. He’d more than got it.

To be continued (in a proper story ;) )


A Valentine Surprise: Big, Bad Dragon ( Fated, Book 1)
by Aeryn Jaden
120 pages, English
Genre MM Paranormal Romance
Tags mm, dragons, shifters, mpreg, paranormal romance etc

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 What if you suddenly found yourself in a Dragon's Lair? What would you do? Mmmm. Enjoy it, of course. Especially when the dragon is so yummy! 

Ryuu had spent his life having to explain why he likes dressing in woman's clothes and resenting that he was different. Travelling the country with his boyfriend and working as a drag queen entertainer had been fun. Until it got old. The moving around and the boyfriend. Finding a new stable job in Boston is a godsend. He doesn't know yet just how true that statement is. 

Troy lives in his caves. He hardly goes out, unless his somewhat friend, Hermes, makes him. Yes, that Hermes. And Troy's that old. And weary. He's a naga dragon and has no time or patience for humans' bullshit. Then he hits a human with his car and takes him home to heal. His life will never be the same. 

Will the stubborn dragon realize in time what treasure he had stumbled upon, with a bit of friendly help? The sex is great but is that the only thing that is special about Ryuu? Even if he does open his eyes in time , Ryuu may not survive the sudden immerse in a world where dragons are venomous snake-like hunky guys and mythological gods own clubs. Especially if you mix in all the craziness an impulsive competitive brother and a scary as hell future mother-in-law.


Snowing? No. The sky was falling in the shape of microscopic symmetrical crystalline ice structures. It was beautiful, if you weren’t freezing your ass off. Ryuu felt as if he was another of those ice formations, just ambling along with the gusts of wind eerily blowing down the deserted streets. The snow was quickly piling. The only reason Ryuu’s body could still shiver and be cold opposed to already transformed to ice was the bus driver taking pity on him and giving him his old sweatshirt. ‘Frozen’ seemed to be the theme for this particular night. The streets were frozen in silence, no human in sight. The poles were frozen over, he was turning into ice and even sound seemed to have stilled all around him. Taxis weren’t working, if there were any in the quaint little town, and his boyfriend of three years wasn’t answering the phone. Ryuu was screwed in a very unpleasant way. Good thing he wasn’t the type to linger on the unpleasantness of life.
He stopped in the middle of the road, snow scattered on his hair and shoulders, making him feel buried alive in the stuff. It continued to pile everywhere, so much so Ryuu could no longer see where the sidewalk ended and the street began. Not that it mattered. He seemed to be the only one crazy enough to be out in this weather. The good part was that the snow was making him feel a bit warmer; he wasn’t shivering so hard anymore. He turned around, looking to see any lights on and maybe get some help. He had heard people in small towns usually were kinder and he hoped someone would take pity on him and not let him freeze to death. It all looked the same and now he didn’t know which direction he had come from. There had been a light on, near the bus stop. Which way had been the bus stop?
So pretty. The snow was coming down harder and it was even more difficult to see. Ryuu stopped completely and turned his face up, watching the ice falling down to earth, the streetlamps’ glow making the particles shine like diamonds. Sticking his tongue out, he chased the big ones, remembering when his parents had let him and Rei play in the snow. He hadn’t thought about that in a very long time. He did now, and it didn’t hurt as it used to. Maybe it was because of nature’s magic. Ryuu could feel it was a special night, though his childhood stories about special nights involved a lot of scary Japanese legends. Ryuu had never believed those. Even if spirits did come out to play some nights, they’d not be as evil and mangled as those stories made them. Magic was too beautiful to be evil. Or, maybe, Ryuu was purely delusional and currently freezing to death in a whiteout.
His eyes blinded by a sudden flash, he froze in place, certain something was about to happen. It was, after all, a special night like that.
He was right. The car sped towards him and skidded on a patch of black ice hidden by the new layer of snow. Fortunately, the hit wasn’t direct. Ryuu’s eyes blinked unseeing, the noise clamouring in his head too much to make sense of anything. He soon found out what was happening when a hard object pushed him up and threw him in the air to land some three feet away from where he had been standing frozen, like a deer in the headlights, in the middle of the road. Luckily, the snow had piled up enough to build snowdrifts right around where Ryuu landed after his short and sudden flight. 

* * * *

“You almost broke my present.”
“Shut up, Hermes. You’re not to speak to me for the next century or so.”
“But, then, how will you thank me?”
“Are you an idiot? I could’ve killed him! And you don’t ‘gift’ human beings!”
The enraged shout penetrated the void enveloping Ryuu’s mind and he felt his leg move as if during sleep.
“Why not? It’s not as if it’s the first time. Well, it is for you but I did this before.”
“Go away. Talking with you is like hitting my head against a brick wall.”
“Um? Painful and stupid? Hey! I resent that!”
Ryuu groaned at the jarring shout and tried to open his eyes. Not working yet, it seemed.
“He’s coming around.”
“I sure hope so. I never killed a human that didn’t deserve it. But, then again, I’m not sure he doesn’t, considering he was stupid enough to sit in the middle of the street and not duck a truck.”
“He’s human and it’s snowing pretty hard. He may be “weather afflicted” or something. You know how strange and fragile they are.”
“He’s also awake and listening to all we’re saying.”


“Spread your legs.”
“Oh, god! Say that again, I think I just came in my pants.”
“Not yet, not without me. Now, spread them.”
He moans and complies. The change comes with the added bonus of feeling Troy’s hardness press down on his swollen dick and this time he does almost come from the friction. Letting the rest of his weight down, Troy starts to slowly circle his hips and push down.
“Gawd! What are you doing to me?”
“Mmmm. Trojan. Say my name. Scream it.”
Um. Okay. But, then again, the guy has the technique to make Ryuu scream it, so…still. Trojan? He starts to laugh uncontrollably and sadly all movement in the southern hemisphere comes to a halt.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Not”—hiccup—“your fault”—another snort of laughter—“big guy.”
Somehow, Troy isn’t buying it.
“Okay.” Ryuu takes a calming breath, by now wanting nothing more than to beat his own ass for interrupting their session of heavy petting.
“Your name. Trojan? It seemed funny. Especially when you wanted me to scream it instead of god.” He snorts again, then gives up and lets loose another bout of laughter.
“Don’t get me wrong. You’re a terrific guy, really nice from what I’ve seen so far. And really nice to look at. You also seem to have the moves to back up all that “modest” ego you got going there but, really, dude? And Trojan? What were your parents smoking when they named you Trojan and your brother Python? Or thinking off? Condoms and sex toys?”
Troy’s face is an interesting study of mixed emotions. For a moment, Ryuu fears he has gone too far, as he usually does when he lets his mouth get the better of him. Then the most miraculous thing of all night—well, almost morning by now—happens. More incredulous than almost freezing and being saved by a beefy macho man who proves to be a gentle giant in disguise—with few words to speak but louder actions. More than having that same guy respond to Ryuu’s stupid impulse of kissing his sensual lips which have been driving him crazy from first sight. Troy doesn’t get offended by his bad-timed sense of humour. Nope. The guy’s aquamarine eyes slowly light up as his, reddened from their kisses, lips quirk up and slowly two twin dimples make their appearance on the chiselled cheeks. Ryuu feels faint and weak in the knees. Luckily, he’s still on the table. Under Troy.
“You’re a peculiar human. Damn be Hermes and his plans!”
The ‘peculiar human’ doesn’t get the change to wonder about that as Troy gets right back to it, starting, of course, with Ryuu’s sensitive neck. His hips begin their gyratory move again, the friction harsher than before but still not enough. He opens his mouth to suggest they get some of their clothes out of the way but it proves unnecessary when a cool hand travels up his abdomen and pinches harshly on his pebbled right nipple. Another, slightly cold, hand makes short work of Ryuu’s zipper and pulls him out. He moans and gasps for air.
“Not laughing anymore, are you? Ready to scream my name yet?”
Dare? Ryuu likes a good dare.
“You wish… TROJAN!” Ryuu bellows as Troy wraps his mouth around Ryuu’s throbbing dick.
Troy doesn’t even mind the muffled laugh, it only adds to the vibrations traveling up his cock to settle in his ball sack. Ryuu’s back arches off the table, pushing his dick further in Troy’s peculiarly cool mouth. The contrast between that chilliness and the way Ryuu’s skin is practically boiling, makes Ryuu trash and whimper. He needs…he wants…
Troy leaves his dick pulsing and Ryuu growling with frustration.
“Hmm, I think I like the taste of you. Maybe I’ll think about keeping you for a while.”
The guy could still talk? Ryuu wasn’t having that! He pulled Troy up by his ears, more because he surprises the guy than overpower him. Feeling all parts align nicely, he gets his hands down and dirty. Oh, yeah! That’s the sound he wants to hear.

Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much that some days she doesn’t know what reality is anymore. Her friends and family usually have to yell a bit and remind her. Must be why she’s twenty eight and still searching for a special person of her own. The second best thing in the world for Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively sane and clears the voices in her head clamouring for her attention (meaning the characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to randomly hear voices! Yet.). She was born in Romania but cannot stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in Greece or Belgium. Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next... One thing remains constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can find her on Facebook or better yet at
She’ll love to hear from you, so please stop by!



  1. I hope this does well for you :) . Thank you for being a part of the blog.

  2. I am intrigued. Thank you. Can't wait for a full story

  3. Good excerpt.

  4. Liked this story!

  5. Well that was interesting. Lol. Thanks for sharing.


  6. Yeah, I liked it. I want the rest of the story.

  7. Enjoyed it.

  8. That was different and enjoyable. Hope there's more

  9. I want more!!! ;)

  10. I don't often read futurist/space type of books. But I have to admit this one pulled me in! I will be watching for the whole story to become available.

  11. Can't wait to read the whole story

  12. I hope the story comes out soon because I want more!

  13. Looking forward to reading more. I like what I have read so far.
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  14. Wow, these pieces are really interesting.... look forward to the rest.

  15. Can't wait to

  16. Well, now I want to know how he got there!

  17. Can't wait for more in the "proper story"!


  18. Now that was just mean...

  19. More. I need more. 😀

  20. Loved this!!!

  21. Well he wanted an adventure! Thanks for sharing.

  22. Can't wait to see what happens next!

  23. Really enjoyed it. Thank you for posting.

  24. Can't wait to find out what happens next.

  25. Interesting.

  26. Interesting and some what good. Need more

  27. This was fun.

  28. lovely
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  29. Thank you!

  30. Oooo....can't wait for the "proper story!"

  31. Fabulous! Can't wait to read part 2. I love your books.
    j dot stonewright at gmail dot com

  32. Interesting. I want to know how he got from the ship to the planet.

  33. I need more.

  34. Definitely want more!

  35. Thanks for the excerpt.

  36. thanks for the story <



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