#WIP Sci Fi Alien Erotic Adventure: Crashed in the Outlands

For the last few months I have been working on an alien story: Crashed in the Outlands


As I usually do, I commissioned an artist from DeviantArt to create the cover for me. This helps me visualize the characters and get a clear picture of the overall story.

In the story, an alien woman named Ida is on board a freight ship with her brother, and a mixture of other species of aliens. One of the hairy, barbaric passengers catch her eye. He is tall, muscular, and very keen eyed as he stares back at her. 


Here's a sample:

Something draws near. The colorful, leafy plants along the forest floor shuffle with some large thing moving through them. My chest tightens. Is it some animal, hearing the crash and coming to plunder? I have no defense against whatever approaches.
A thick brown arm pushes aside a yellow plant. A man steps forward. The same man from the ship, and his eyes lift directly to me.
I flush with relief, but it is momentary. In truth I do not know him, the barbarian who occupied the bio bay near us. He steps forward, gazing up at my pod suspended in the tree. What will he do?
“Are you hurt?” the man calls up to me, walking over crushed sticks and leaves across the ground, bits of the tree that must have fallen when my pod crashed into it.
“Listen, it's not too far of a drop.” He stops directly below me. “Just let go and I will catch you.”
I hesitate. He looks strong enough to be able to catch me without problem, but... I do not know if I can trust him. Now that he is here, however, I will soon be on the ground with him either way. I would rather not have a sprained ankle or broken leg when we meet.
“It's alright.” He calls up when it has been a few moments. His voice is genuine, not impatient, which surprises me coming from such a brute. “Just let go.”
He's holding out his large, muscular arms, crisscrossed with veins and lightly splattered with that dark hair. I harden my resolve, not that I really want those arms to touch me, but I do not want to be dangling from this capsule any longer, either.
I let go... but I do not fall. My left wrist is still wedged between the frame and the dislodged door. Pain flares when my attention moves to it. I hiss through my teeth.
“What's wrong?”
I try to rotate it free, but the weight of my body traps it between the metal.
“I'm stuck.” The words come out strained, but the man understands me. He steps to the side to try to see.
“I will climb up to help you.”
Walking to the tree trunk, he removes several large packs and an gray object, a third the length of his body, which I realize is a weapon when he sets it down. He gazes at the tree, staging his route. Many vines cover the trunk and dangle from the branches, so it will not be impossible, but it will be difficult to climb. He reaches his hand for the vine when a great creak snaps across the branch holding my capsule.
The man startles, as much as I do, holding in horror a moment, waiting to see if it will fall. I will be crushed beneath the metal capsule if it does. The tree groans and the bow sways.
“Shit, just hold on.”
Jumping onto the trunk, the man starts to climb with a swiftness I did not know was possible for a tall-standing being. His muscular arms reach, grasp, and pull up his thick form with such ease, he must have been built for such purposes.
The capsule shifts and catches on the branches, painfully jerking my arm. I grasp the edge with my right hand, trying to pull myself enough to ease my wrist free, but my left arm shakes with pain from the effort.
To my side I notice the man has reached the breaking bow, and he grabs onto it without hesitation. Grasping the sides of the bow with his thick hands, he swings his body closer.
The capsule starts to slide, raining down splinters of broken branches.
“Oh no!”
I pull harder with my right hand, trying desperately to free myself. There is movement beside me, and suddenly the man's hand closes around mine. He pulls my wrist free with a swift nudge, then lifts my arm over his shoulder.
“Hold on!”
The capsule is sliding down on top of us. I grasp around his neck, weakly with my left arm. He reaches up, grasping the bow, swinging like he did before. I try to hold on, feeling his skin is hot and slick with sweat. The bow he holds splinters. He moves quicker, with an unbelievable burst of strength, and we reach the tree trunk. With a thrust of his legs, he propels us on a vine to the other side of the tree, and onto a steady branch.
His arms are around me as the capsule crashes, taking half the tree with it. The whole thing hits the ground with a plume of smoke and green and blue leaves.
As the debris slowly settles, so does my racing heart. It takes me a few moments to realize he still holds me, steadying me against the tree trunk.
I look up to his slick, strong face. He is catching his breath, but does not seem nearly as rattled as I feel.
“Are you alright?” His voice, this close, is rich and smooth. It makes my body keep trembling, but for a different reason. When I don't answer he looks me over, lightly rubbing his hand down my arms, over my back, then my legs. I should be offended with him touching me without permission, but it does not bother me. When his fingers run over my wrist, I wince. It is dripping a steady stream of my life fluid.
I know there is a wound, but I do not want to look at it. I turn away as he takes out a cloth from his pocket and tightly wraps it.
“This will hold it for a while.” He squeezes my shoulder to get my attention. I meet his intense gaze.
His green eyes have striations of blue and gray, so vivid it holds my breath. I have never seen eye designs such as these in an off worlder. Which, I have never been so close to one either.
“You saved my life.”
He gives me a little space, out of respect, and lowers his head. This, by his mannerisms, means that I do not have to thank him.
“Let me help you down.” He offers his hand. “It will be a lot slower this time, I promise.”


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I have a gotten a lot of inspiration for this story from sci fi drawings of alien worlds:








And I have also found inspiration in carnivorous and strange plants found on Earth:










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Sex Camp ~ New Erotic Release by Derendrea


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Celebrating the release of Sex Camp: Complete four book set.

A sizzling hot story of a woman's journey into the world of menage and bondage.

When Helen completes the mysterious application to Sex Camp, she had no idea how it would change her life. She goes from being a lonely divorcee, to the center of many deviant - and pleasurable - sexual acts, each more extreme than the last. She comes to know the ecstasy that can come from having the right partner, or partners in some cases. After writing "bi-curious" on her application, she will find out exactly what that means.

She grows especially fond of Hayden, a movie-star gorgeous member of Camp, who accepts her application and shows her finer sides of life.

Contains the complete Sex Camp Series:
Sex Camp Parts I, II & III
And Bonus Stories:
A Midnight Visitor &
A Visit from Dr. T (Exclusively available in this set!)

CONTENT WARNING:
Contains BDSM themes and explicit sexual acts with multiple partners. Appropriate only for mature readers.

Work in Progress: Sex Camp Part II Preview



Working on Part Two of Sex Camp. 

Helen delves deeper into the world she opened after Hayden and Collin invited her to the mysterious camp. She kindles a love with one of them, while love and sex spurn many new arrangements in her life.

Here's some eye candy, inspiration for the love hunk Hayden:


He takes her to a New York City rooftop restaurant inspired by this: 


Here's a sample:

His car is waiting in the street. It is a silver luxury convertible, the kind you would only use to drive around town, escorting a beautiful companion.

Hayden leads me to the passenger side and holds the door. As I slide into the black leather seat, tingles form every place my body touches the plush cushion. I realize there's only one outcome to this date. It's just who he is, and who I am now too. I sink into the comfortable cushion as Hayden gets in and puts it in drive.

He takes it slow down the main streets, making a soft, cool breeze through my hair. He doesn't play music, and he doesn't talk.

It's strange that he doesn't even ask me where I'd like to go. Then again, I completely trust him to make the evening perfect.

We take the tunnel downtown. Traffic is light and we reach the shopping district with little trouble. Hayden pulls up to what looks like a hotel. Is he hoping to get right into the action? But as we turn the circle to valet parking, I see it is a restaurant, with patio and indoor seating. He hands the valet the key then comes around to let me out.

Hayden holds out his hand, but the look on his face makes me pause. It is so earnest, like newlyweds would be before entering the honeymoon suit. As I rise he places his hand on the small of my back, and I am reminded of how Colin escorted me to the main building at Camp. But Hayden doesn't lead me to another social club where everyone seems familiar with each other. This is an upscale restaurant, by the looks of it serving mostly European food. Hayden gives a nod to the hostess, and she lets him pass with a smile.

We pass the tables to an elevator on the back wall. Another couple enters with us and I humph. I think it would have been fun to be alone with this hunk on the ride.

Hayden traces circles on my back as we rise to the top floor. The blonde woman beside us glances at Hayden and visibly blushes. Of course, any woman would be jealous. He walked right out of Glamour Magazine.

When the elevator doors pull open, we are greeted by a calm breeze. The entire floor is open air, roofed with lattice and a thick network of vines. Goosebumps form on my skin, more from the beauty of it than from chill.

A server leads the other couple to a table. Hayden, completely at ease, guides me to the right. The roof top is gorgeous. Living palms stretch to the retractable ceiling, which is partially open to let in a cool breeze and a view of the hazy city stars. Along industrial beams hang cubical planters, draped with ferns and vines and flowers, like they were trying to make a living ceiling.

There is no one seated on this side. I imagine on a busier night it would be bustling with couples, all crammed at the small wooden tables. Tonight this place is ours. Hayden directs me to a table near the balcony. I absorb the view of the twinkling city as I take my seat.

A thin, squirrely haired waiter approaches us. I fully expect Hayden to rattle off our order in some mysterious European language, but the waiter does not speak to us. He fills two frosty glasses with a very clear wine and then leaves the bottle tilted in a bucket of ice on the table. He warmly catches my eyes as he gives a slight bow and leaves us.

“Try the wine, it is my favorite.” Hayden leans back comfortably in the iron chair and takes a sip. I try it, delicately, not a big fan of the tart beverage. But this wine is smooth, pleasantly sweet, and slides across my tongue like some luscious dessert. I cannot speak for a few minutes as my mouth relishes the taste.

“It is very nice.” When I do speak, it has changed my voice a little. Made it a little more... succulent.

My handsome date just stares at me, like he is memorizing every nuance of my face... and my body. I take him in, especially the shapely muscles beneath his white shirt and blazer. What he had worn at Camp had been a touch more revealing, and even then I had not seen much skin. My mouth waters a little, and it is not from hunger.

“Hayden? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“At the camp...”

I rub my lips together, trying to find the words.

“All those people... They were all so intent... on... me. Like you are right now.”

I cannot help how my voice quivers.

“I'm nothing special. I'm not beautiful. Just an ordinary woman, with a more ordinary life. I just want to know...”

Staring into his light brown eyes, I speak from the depths of my soul.

“Why me?”

Hayden leans forward and takes my hand. He holds it gently, but presses his fingers along my bones.

“We are all a little jaded.”

He pulls my hand up and lightly rubs his moist lips along the joints of my finger.

“What we enjoy most is breaking in a novice. To first show you our world. Your innocence...” Hayden traces the path between my fingers. “...is intoxicating.”

Someone clears their throat, and we both turn to the thin, black haired man standing a few feet from the table holding a tiered tray. Deftly the server places the tray between us.

It is magnificent. Upon each tier rests perfectly placed miniature gourmet creations, some upon zig zags of different colors of sauce. Each is a tiny masterpiece, with curls and frongs of carrot or herb for embellishments, layered with foods that were cooked or pressed or cut in colorful layers, half of which I cannot identify. They are each like the fancy dishes you see served in the movies, but small enough to be eaten with your fingers. And that may be exactly what the server intends we do with them, as he does not leave us any silverware.

Hayden slides him an envelope out of his coat pocket and the man farewells us with another bow. “Have a good evening.”

My date smiles at my intense interest in the food, his usual serious face brightened by the subtle creases along his flawless skin.

“Go ahead.” He ushers me toward this decadent feast.

I do not have the capacity to argue with him. Hating to disturb such perfection, I choose a roll from the bottom shelf, a golden crispy shell with tuffs of something orange and brown stuffed inside, along with sprigs of some herb. It is drizzled with a red-brown sauce and I cannot help but smear it on my fingers as I lift the small creation.

I bite half of it into my mouth. It is decedent, first a buttery crunch then a rich and salty chew. The sauce adds a nutty zing that gives the rest of the flavors a semi-sweet tone.

For a moment, I fear Hayden will not partake in this fine meal. But he reaches for the twin of the roll I chose and takes his time to savor it.

Each of the creations has a pair. It is a dinner made for two.

We both lick off our fingers, then take a drink of the wine. Hayden slides his chair closer.

“Try this one.”

He lifts a square-shaped cream dish wrapped with a soy colored sleeve and topped with a single herb. I open my mouth and lean forward to accept it, and he takes his time sliding it on my tongue. As I bite into it, I find the outer part is made with soy, and tiny nuts that give it a slight crunch. The creamy inside is a wonderful mix of squash, perhaps pumpkin and subtle spices. I rouse myself to feed Hayden the counterpart before I am lost in its taste.

Hayden accepts, drawing his chair closer. Placing it past his perfect teeth, I dip my finger on his tongue then trace the moist along his lips as he closes his mouth. He breathes deep, enjoying the taste as well as my touch.

His hand is on my knee. The look in his eye suggests I am in for more than just a delicious meal. He leans to me and then all I know is his lips pressed against mine in a passionate kiss. His head tilts to the side and his tongue licks between my lips, urging me to open them.




Check back for updates. Sex Camp Part II will be released soon (Once Hayden and Helen have their fun!) 


Glass Animals: My Favorite Band from 2016

By far, my favorite band from 2016 was Glass Animals.


There is something about their music that makes life peel away. It is almost hypnotic. If you have not discovered them yet, here are some of my favorite songs for you to sample:

From their Album "How to be a Human Being"


Check out their new song Season Two, Episode Three:


And Their Popular New Release "Life Itself"


Some of my favorite songs come from their first album "Zaba"


"Black Mambo" might be one of my favorite songs of all time. I love the smooth quality of the vocals.


Another of my favorites is their popular song "Gooey"


And this song called "Toes"


A very strange video for an awesome song "Jdnt"


Listen to their complete playlist on YouTube:


Discover Glass Animals Online:

http://www.glassanimals.eu/




Derendrea's Ultimate Erotic Book Set

New Release:

Derendrea's ULTIMATE Erotic Book Set



13 Delicious Erotic Stories
$3.75 on Amazon




Thirteen delicious erotic stories, all based on dreams. Enjoy the strange, seductive, and decedent world of Derendrea's Erotic Stories. 

Includes medieval, fantasy, science fiction, urban and contemporary erotica. 18+

Save over 75% by buying them as a set! 

SKINWALKER - Native American Erotica / Shapeshifter

PLAIN SKIN - Abduction / Medieval Erotica 

FORGOTTEN - Sci fi Erotica / Cybernetic Suits

MY BEST CUSTOMER - Modern erotica / Sex therapy 

COURTSHIP - Medieval / Teaser 

FOR THE KING - Medieval / Dubious consent 

A FOREST ENCOUNTER - Fantasy Erotica 

SENSITIVE - Psychic sex / abduction 

VALKYRIE - Gothic / Paranormal Erotica 

THE SULTAN'S HAREM - Historical Erotica / Light BDSM 

SAVAGED - Medieval / Abduction / Barbarian

SACRIFICE TO TANGAROA - Tribal Fantasy 

SEX CAMP - Menage / Light BDSM

(Includes a sample of SEX CAMP II)







Underwater Dreams

In my new release, Sacrifice to Tangaroa, the main character finds herself swept into the under water world of the god of the sea. The dream that inspired this story was very vivid, featuring many different facets of ocean life.

But dreams about being able to breathe under water can have some interesting interpretations.



#1 DREAMING ABOUT WATER CAN INDICATE STRONG EMOTIONS

Water in dreams can be interpreted as one dealing with strong emotions. Water can signify fear or anxiety, or on the other end of the spectrum, can signify peace and tranquility.

#2 DREAMING ABOUT BREATHING UNDER WATER CAN MEAN SUCCESS OVER A TRIAL

Being under water, but being able to breathe, can mean a retreat back to the womb, to the safety and security before birth. It can also mean a feeling of calm when faced with a trial or danger.

#3 DREAMING ABOUT WATER CAN INDICATE PRESSURE

Dreaming of being under water can indicate emotional or situational pressure in one's life.

#4 DREAMING OF WATER CAN SIGNIFY CHANGE

Water is a force of change. Dreaming of water may indicate some change the mind is fearing, or is preparing for in the future.




Learn more about the symbols and associations that can be found in dreams, visit:



or the Dream Bible



Interested in the erotic, tribal fantasy inspired by my underwater dream? Find it on Amazon:










Free Erotic Audio Books

I have recently released my entire library of erotic stories on Audible and iTunes. To celebrate, I am giving away copies of each of my books. Ten stories are available, including my best sellers, Sex Camp, Forgotten, Courtship, and For the King.

To request a free copy, complete the form below. You will hear back within 3-5 days.

To learn more about my books on audio, visit:

Sneak peak of Valkyrie:


Sneak peak of Courtship: