Allyson James - Tales Of The Shareem ...

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REES
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, March 2005
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ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0193-1
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REES Copyright © 2005 ALLYSON JAMES
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by
Heather Osborn
.
Cover art by
Syneca
.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers.
Rees
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TALES OF THE SHAREEM:
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Allyson James
Allyson James
Chapter One
A Shareem male.
Easy to tell he was Shareem, first because he was tall, more than six and a half feet.
Second, because of the slim black chain on his left biceps. Third, because he was naked,
except for a loincloth around his waist.
From the other side of the airy white hall, Talan watched the Shareem pause in
front of the door to a holo-block.
The Shareem had long hair, dark blond and pulled into a tail that hung between his
shoulder blades. His back muscles were sculpted to perfection, tapering to a small waist
and muscular thighs.
The loincloth left his backside bare. Talan had never seen a man’s backside before. It
was enough to dry her mouth and start her juices flowing.
Reading about Shareem was one thing. Researching in a dusty library was one
thing. Seeing a Shareem in the flesh was something completely different.
She knew now why women had once gone crazy trying to get them.
Shareem. Genetically enhanced males, grown and bred for the pleasure of females.
A craze twenty years ago, very illegal these days.
Despite the cooling system inside Talan’s robes, sweat trickled down her back.
He paid for the holo-block with a credit strip, and the big door slid open. Beyond,
Talan glimpsed an ocean, palm trees and a beach. Good choice.
The Shareem entered the room. The door started to close.
Talan had never broken a rule in her life. Talan d’Urvey would never, ever sneak
into a holo-block rented for only one person. That would be wrong.
But she’d followed him this far, and she could not linger for hours waiting for him
to come out.
The door had nearly closed. Talan flung herself across the hall and into the holo-
room just before the door boomed shut behind her.
Rees stared out across the blue-green waves of the tropical ocean, sank his toes into
the warm sand, and thought about the woman following him.
Rees liked oceans. The desert world of Bor Narga had no oceans, except for a dried-
up one in the middle of the planet.
He liked the soothing cool of the water and the tropical air touching his ass, kissing
his skin like a woman’s lips. It was a perfect place to ponder the problem Rio had
brought to him and to think about the woman.
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She’d been following him all morning, ever since he’d left the bazaar. At first he’d
thought she was a patroller, one of that fine body of women who enjoyed harassing the
now-free Shareem.
A closer glance told him no. Her robes placed her as upper-class. The patterns and
colors on them indicated she was unmarried, educated, and celibate.
A celibate young woman following a Shareem.
He wanted to laugh.
Naughty girl
.
She’d followed him into the holo-block then dived for cover behind the broad-
leafed plants and stayed there.
Maybe he should give her a show. He could stretch out on the sand, place his hand
on his thigh and brace his cock so it would point straight to the sky. He’d spread his
legs a little, show her that his balls were tight and lifting for her.
The DNAmo programmers had designed Shareem to respond to even subtle
stimulation. Just being watched by an interested woman could make his cock rise.
Besides, she was cute.
He imagined her coming out from her hiding place, kneeling and taking him in her
mouth.
Mmm, he wanted that.
A celibate wouldn’t know what to do. He’d have to show her. His cock tingled in
anticipation.
She must not know what he was, or she’d have run away as fast as her high-heeled
boots would let her.
She should have picked a level one Shareem to follow. Level ones were pretty
harmless. Even level twos could be fun, if a lady enjoyed, say, a little spanking.
Level threes could get even more creative.
Rees was a level all by himself.
Even ladies used to Shareem said Rees was dangerous. They said it with an excited
tremor in their voices.
Rees was one of the reasons Shareem were taboo now. He’d been an experiment, a
risk,
a step too far
, some said.
One day he’d heard the scientists say that they needed to terminate the
experiment
.
He’d been pretty sure how they were going to do that.
He’d gotten away, and the next week the company went bankrupt. DNAmo, who’d
thrived for a hundred years breeding the perfect servants and then the perfect males,
disappeared.
People had looked for Rees at first, then had forgotten about him. They believed the
DNAmo scientists had fled with him. No one even knew what he looked like.
Rio knew. Rees knew. A few women thought they knew, but couldn’t be sure.
And here he was.
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