Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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In the year 2334, the humans of Earth developed spacecraft that they thought would carry them out of Sol System. But they were surprised at what they found. When they reached the orbital plane of Neptune, a vast armada appeared, blocking their exit—a fleet of starliners too numerous to count, each waving a white flag of peace. The Earth ships received transmissions in English, Hindi, and Arabic: "This is a diplomatic retinue. May we meet for trade negations?"

And so the Earthens learned that beyond Sol was a collaboration of spheres, unified by a desire for peace. Nine Galaxies—populated by humans. There was no war. There were no governments; there were Trade Guilds—Manufacturing, Prison, Hospitality, Medica, Education, and so on. The 9 Galaxies operated on a corporate structure.

If your business succeeded, you had prosperity. If your business fell out of favor with the Guilds, you had no Trade partners and floundered. Weapons manufacturing did not exist, for no one would purchase weapons, and no one would trade with anyone who made them. Murder was unheard of.

Earthens had to choose. They could adapt, form their own Trade Guild structure, and join the 9 Galaxies. They would be welcomed. They could Trade for sophisticated technology, allowing for faster cross-galactic travel. There was a Universal language, with many cognates in the Earthen languages.

For whilst Earthens had thought themselves alone in the Cosmos, humans from the 9 Galaxies had been in their midst. The choice was up to them: change their sphere into Trade Guilds and partner with the 9 Galaxies, or remain isolated in Sol. For murderers were not allowed freedom of movement in the 9 Galaxies.

In 2337, Earth joined the Known Cosmos. This is a story of what followed.

- Sibsil Creed, Stories of Shurwinn, (2764)

SHAH

It's been seven years since my twin Ronnie and I've seen Euridyne Crieve-Madrano. Well, seven years since we've seen him in the flesh. I see him all the time in my fantasies. He's excellent fantasy material. I recon him all the time. He doesn't have a huge stream presence, but his brother does, so I get to see pics of him, and he's a delicious snack.

He was cute when we were fifteen— totally kissable. Now he's totally fuckable. Three inches taller than my 5'8," with dark brown eyes and that two-day scruff on his face that makes me want to lick him all over. I wonder if he'd like me to?

Yes, I have an active fantasy life. I have to— because of Rilla Sandewen. She's my female lead. The lead of my genre-bending fiction. I call it "genre-bending," but other people call it "erotica."

It's not just erotica, though. It's comedy and supes. My supes are beyond cosmic. There's vampires, yeah. But they are almost like normal humans. My vamps live everywhere humans do in the 9 Galaxies, and they aren't stupidly immortal. They're just like humans. Only they grow fangs so they can drink human blood, and if they don't drink human blood, then they lose their sex drives.

Limp vamps don't suck. See, isn't that funny?

Okay, maybe it's just really funny erotica and not genre-bending fiction, but I'm trying, and people LOVE it. I'm so successful that I bought a starliner for me and Ronnie to travel the Known Cosmos visiting other spheres and getting material for my stories.

Just like Rilla. She's a sphere hopper looking for a good time with supes, and Ronnie and I are story chasers for my series: Rilla And Rawl by Psy Ling. I've got four books so far, and still going.

My readers don't know that Rilla Sandewen's name is a joke. I named her "Rilla" which is short for "Drilled." Because she wants to get drilled— like, a lot. And "Sandewen" is for "sandwich," which is how Rilla thinks of her pussy.

Rilla wants her sandwich drilled on a regular basis— did I need to spell it out for you? I know convention has us use words like "taco," but I threw out convention before I was born.

I'm not above tropes, though. I need to use tropes so people won't figure out that I'm Psy Ling. Isn't "Psy Ling" the BEST pen name for a supernatural erotica writer? People can never find out that Psy Ling is a virgin. A virgin who travels the Cosmos with her virgin twin writing seedy stories that entertain.

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My biggest trope is Rawl Marker. Rawl is Rilla's gay best friend who believes in true love. Rawl and Rilla travel the Known Cosmos looking for Rilla's next lay and Rawl's one and only. Which is all just a disguise for the fact that Psy Ling travels the 9 Galaxies with her twin brother writing stories and avoiding pretty much every living being in existence, hiding the fact that they are telepathic from everyone they know.

Including their parents. Who know about Rilla and Rawl but don't know how much of it is true in real life. Because Rilla and Rawl are telepathic. That's how they met. I haven't decided if that's a trope or not. Is secret telepathy a trope?

I'm probably a trope since I'm a twin. And I'm a virgin in love with a man who lives a galaxy away, but too afraid of life to do anything about it. That's perfect trope material.

Ronnie and I live in my stories. My twin is the best artist in the Known Cosmos, and I have proof of that because he's what made us inconceivably wealthy.

It was the cover he did for our first stream serial Drop of Desire: Rilla And Rawl #1. That drop? The cover. Ronnie painted the most gorgeous androgynous hand with a single pearly-white drop that looked like it was going to drip off the middle finger into thin air, and readers were hooked!

What was it a drop of? Well, the best intimate moisturizer in the Known Cosmos, of course.

But also, it alluded to a single drop of psychedelic spunk that Rilla found once she got to AcerRubrin and shagged the cursed Treant Forest Largo. Here's what happened with that: Rilla and Rawl had caught wind of the "Legend of Forest Largo," and went in search of Rilla's next adventure.

Forest was cursed so that he couldn't get hard until he'd made a woman come four times, and then once he was hard, he couldn't release until she was on her seventh climax, but a single drop of his pre-cum was magic.

So, on their way to AcerRubrin to find the cursed Forest Largo, Rilla had to make an extra-special batch of homemade mayonnaise for her sandwich, if ya know what I mean. If you don't, then please go back and read the paragraph about Rilla's name.

Do try to keep up. Hilarity ensued as Rilla self-explored recipe after recipe of lube and finally developed Pearl Intimate Moisturizer, her own personal batch of bliss: pearl powder, grape seed oil, cocoa butter, refined shea butter, vitamin E oil (which was a preservative, but had the added benefit of providing just the right amount of slip) and a faint scent of essential oils of davana, frankincense, and grapefruit.

Well, Ronnie's cover art of Pearl Intimate Moisturizer drew people in. Then my hilarious stories of Rilla self-experimenting with batch after batch of Pearl Intimate Moisturizer on her starliner kept them reading.

Of course, I had to develop the recipe myself which is how I got so much material for my stories. Yes, vibrators were involved. I'd planned to put the recipe on stream for my readers, but Ronnie said, Don't give it away. Sell it! Tell mom.

Mom is an event planner. A crazy successful one. Here's the thing about our mother: Mom isn't actually a mom. But I'm using Universal for this story because I have to. Since Universal's a limited language, I'll have to call her "Mom." Mom says it's fine. It doesn't bother her that Universal is so limited and doesn't have non-binary words. But it bothers Ronnie, and it bothers me. Our other two languages, Trauton and Sturm have words for people who don't feel like "Mom" or "she" or "he" fit them. But not Universal.

Sigh. Anyway, I showed Pearl Intimate Moisturizer to Mom, and she found a boutique cosmetics company to produce it and a marketing firm on her home world Trauton 4 to sell it.

We didn't just make one product; we made a product line! The entry level bottle wasn't Pearl, it was Slingin' Personal Lubricant, a two-ounce pump bottle that cost three times what you'd pay on stream for basic lube. Then there were the travel sizes: Slingin' like Rawl and Slingin' like Rilla; little lipstick-sized pump bottles that were inexpensive and had tops with either a keyring or a hook to make them easy to find in your bag.

The big-ticket product was Pearl Intimate Moisturizer, which had an extra ounce of product and a unique scent: plumeria, myrrh, and lemon. When you bought Pearl, you bought an experience. The packaging was exquisite: think the most expensive perfume money can buy. It was marketed to high-end customers and sold very well on adult vacation spheres. The price was ten times that of a bottle of Slingin.'

Pearl Intimate Moisturizer— my most expensive product. Yeah, I sell lube to stupid people.

That's how Ronnie and I made our fortune, became famous writers, and bought our starliner the Good Time.

Oh, did you wanna know what happened to Rilla once she found the cursed Tree Man Forest Largo? Well, she had a romping good time with Forest, and when he finally came, she found out that his jizz was psychedelic.

Umm hmm, she was transported into a vision, and because she's telepathic, Forest Largo saw the whole vision in her mind and finally learned how to end his curse. Rilla woke up two days later floating and fulfilled beyond her dreams.

Hallucinogenic jizz. See, I told you Psy Ling had the best supes. You know you wanna read my stories now.

Ronnie does all the art and book covers for Rilla and Rawl. I've told him so many times that he could do so much more, but he's afraid that people could recognize his art and trace it back to Psy Ling. He doesn't want to give away my secret identity. Plus, he says he's just happy doing art for Rilla and doesn't need anything more. That's Ronnie.

I don't know if Ronnie's looking for his true love, and I don't know if he's gay like Rawl. I kind of want him to find out, but if I even mention anything at all about his personal life, he rolls his eyes at me. He won't even tell me if he has a fantasy life.

Obviously, he knows a bit about mine because it's fodder for Rilla Sandewen. I mean, how am I going to write about sex if I don't have a good time with my vibrator and fingers on a regular basis?

The reason I think Ronnie might be gay is that he rewrites my scenes when Rilla's with more than one man at a time. He seems pretty into the scenes with multiple men. That's the closest I can get to finding out what goes on in his private world.

I've never let him see the secret I hold dear: that I hope I can find a true love for my twin. Because every one deserves true love, especially someone like Ronnie who is love incarnate. There's nothing dark or hateful or unkind in Ronnie. He is pure love and pure kindness. I just keep hoping that somewhere out there a person exists who deserves him.

And in the meantime, I'll keep traveling the Known Cosmos with him and writing stories. Keeping us entertained and keeping the 9 Galaxies laughing.

Except Mom and Dad asked us to come home and visit Five Spheres with them. So, that's where we're heading now. We'll be docking tomorrow at the Sturm Transfer Station and joining our family on a trip to Shurwinn to pick up the Crieve-Madranos.

I wonder if Euri will be happy to see us?