Emma Unfolded the brown cardboard flaps of the moving box and began to fill it with hardcover books. Each book was exactly the same. Revenge of the Starlings, book five of the Nebula Saga, in thick bold futuristic font. Written by award winning erotic author Lucy Lust.
Emma smiled at the book cover. Nebula Rain, a leather clad well endowed warrior woman, brandishing a laser pistol. At her feet three shackled blue skinned slave women.
Emma had written under the name Lucy Lust for three years now. Finally her popularity was beginning to take hold. At first she had written a few plain Jane romance novels, that had some gained her some recognition. It wasn't until she wrote her first science fiction book, Nebula Rain Space slave, that her fan base began to grow.
She pick up her coffee mug that read No Coffee No Workee. Took a sip of the rich dark Sumatran blend, and then placed It back on the side table next to her bed. Emma folded the flaps under each other and sealed the box. Taking another copy of her book she sat down on the bed. No matter how many books Emma published, she still received a rush when holding the finished narrative in her hand. It had become tangible. Not only did people like the series, but there was a growing base of devoted fan.
Her main character Nebula Rain had caused quite the uproar among readers of erotica. Heroic, strong, and a lover of men and women both Nebula fucked her way across the galaxy one orgasm at a time. The adventures were fun and the sex many and varied. The series had rocketed to the top of the erotic book charts. Of course the subject was campy in a pulp fiction kind of way, but that was the charm of it.
Emma opened the book and thumbed to the dedication page. To my soulmate...forever will we journey. The passage was written to her husband Noah, the man that had stood by her long before anyone had read one word of her erotic stories.
When they were first married they had survived on his freelance photography jobs. Weddings and glamour shots were his bread and butter. Unfortunately with the invention of digital photography his services were sharply in decline, but as the book series took off the money began to flow in. Then life began to get much easier, at least financially.
After Finishing the last mouthful of Sumatran coffee, Emma laid back on the bed. Staring up at the blades of the ceiling fan as it rattled unbalanced, she closed her eyes. Since the release of the book her life had become a hectic blur. She was up to her neck in conventions, interviews, and book readings. In a few hours they were to leave for Atlanta and the last convention for the next few months. She was ready for a vacation.
The Atlanta Erotic-Con was the largest of it's kind on the east coast, and her Harem would turn out in force. The Harem, the fan club of the Nebula Series, had it's origins in Georgia by one Alicia West. Alicia was the founding member and President. Over the past year she had become much more then just a fan. Emma had hired her as handler, assistant, and in charge of merchandising for her online store.
Alicia served another vital function on Emma's staff. She would screen the Harem for prospective play partners . In the nebula fan club the women were Starlings and the men Palace Guards. Alicia would pick out those Emma and Noah would take back to their hotel room after the conventions. They had become notorious for their late night escapades with the Harem. Alicia would also partake in the sexual cosplay, and in fact the three had developed a real physical and emotional chemistry. Noah often joked they should move to Utah, become mormons, and make it official.
Emma was starting to relax for the first time in recent memory. Her mind began to relive many of their past encounters. Starlings painted blue and dressed in leather sex slave outfits. Young fit Palace-guards hard and willing.
As she fell deeper into her thoughts she could feel the mattress press down on either side of her. She sank deeper into the plush comforter.
She opened her eyes and her husbands blue eyes stared back at her. Noah's toned arms holding himself in a plank position above her.
"Dreaming of me?" Noah said as he gently kissed Emma on her forehead.
"Always babe. Thinking about your hard cock as it slides in and out of some wet blue Starling pussy." Emma's hand moved to Noah crotch, massaging the bulge in his pants.
"I thought you were supposed to be packing, not daydreaming about my package?" Noah said with a smirk.
"I am. All the books are packed and ready to be loaded into the RV." Emma said as she sat up, guiding Noah to sit next to her on the bed. "Is the RV ready to go?"
"Yes ma'am, I have to secure the kayaks, then we'll be set for adventure." He said and hugged his wife with one arm.
With the sales of the book series taking off they were able to purchase a brand New Sightseer RV. Equipped with all the bells and whistles of the top end model. Emma and Noah both had a great passion for the outdoors, and the RV would be a wonderful way to explore it. They couldn't wait to put the craziness of the convention circuit behind them for some wilderness adventure.
No matter how much they enjoyed the benefits the Nebula books had brought them, they were ready for some rest and relaxation. It was almost time to go off grid, or as off grid as you could get in a state of the art Winnebago.
Noah walked to the bedroom window and pulled up the shade to take a look at the RV parked in the driveway. As he moved across the room Emma admired his strong lean body. He was built for endurance, a avid biker and runner, his calves pulsated with each step.
"She's a beauty."' He said titling his head.
