Damned and Desired

Damned and Desired Kathy Kulig

Stand-alone sequel to Desert of the Damned.

She’s a demon, he’s a shapeshifting leopard. From their first meeting in the Arizona desert, passion ignites and trouble begins. As a demon, Sakari Lock must harvest lifeforce energy through sexual seductions to sustain her exiled world. But when Sakari meets Brad, she breaks the number one rule of Anartia—don’t get personal with your quarry. Physician’s assistant Brad Montag is drawn to Sakari’s lustful advances with a blazing desire he can’t explain, unaware of how dangerous she is. No matter how enticing, she’s a complication he doesn’t need until he can conquer his past and regain control of his shapeshifting abilities. Sex this wicked and good can only lead to disaster. When immortals from an alternate dimension try to free their exiled world, Brad is caught in the middle of a battle that could destroy not only him, but the land he loves.

Reader Advisory: This book offers a bit of bondage for your BDSM pleasure, as well as secondary characters getting down with a little M/M/F fun of their own.

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Damned and Desired ISBN 9781419924699 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Damned and Desired Copyright © 2010 Kathy Kulig Edited by Helen Woodall Cover art by Syneca Electronic book publication January 2010 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

DAMNED AND DESIRED Kathy Kulig

Dedication For Bernard John Dawson (1932–2002) He never saw my first published novel but always said I’d get there.

Acknowledgements Many thanks to Susan, who told me at RomantiCon she had a sneak peek of this book and it blew her away. To Helen, my editor, who’s not only a talented editor but a lovely person. And much gratitude to the staff at Ellora’s Cave, who does an incredible job. Becky, Karen and Kathleen, my critique partners, who continue to teach me how to be a better writer. Thank you to my husband for his help and support, and for all the dinners he has cooked so I could write.

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Band-Aids: Johnson & Johnson Corporation Ford Mustang: Ford Motor Company Harley-Davidson: Harley-Davidson Motor Company Jeep: DaimlerChrysler NASCAR: National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing, Inc. Steri-strips: 3M Company Corporation Tarzan: Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc. The Twilight Zone: CBS Broadcasting, Inc.

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Chapter One “Why am I being punished?” Sakari Lock didn’t resist as Zorian raised her arms over her head and manacled her wrists, then secured the chains. Resisting would do her no good and would only make the session longer. Besides, his size and strength alone could restrain her without the chains. There was no escape for her or anyone exiled on Anartia. He gave a “Hmmm” ignoring her questions and angry tone as he pressed her shoulders against the marble column. A fierce wind howled through the great hall of Anartia, penetrating the thin fabric of her tunic and stirring her long hair. Outside, the storm assaulted their island world, blowing mammoth waves against the jagged cliffs and drumming rain on the temple’s roof. How much more could their world take? The magnetic bonds anchoring their alternative universe in a dimension close to Earth could cause Anartia’s destruction if the Drones weren’t performing their duties. Sakari’s performance as a Drone would not be called exemplary, which partly explained her predicament. She met Zorian’s gaze but didn’t see any emotion. “The demoness pronounced judgment but did not mention punishment. She said trained,” Sakari reminded him, hoping her annoyance hid her fear. Zorian’s smile was slow and amused. His blue-gray eyes held a glint of danger. The trainer and disciplinarian of all the Drones didn’t respond. Instead he wrapped a chain around her thighs, spreading her legs. Clamping her teeth tight, she raised her chin and glared at him. “Why am I being punished?” she asked again, knowing her defiance would only make this session more difficult. “Punished?” His smile faded. “Of course you would think that.” She stood silent for a long moment. “What do you mean?” Kneeling on the floor, he attached the chains first to her ankles and then to the bolts on the floor so her legs were spread. His broad back muscles flexed as he worked the chains. His long, dark hair was still damp after bathing in the pool. The demoness had interrupted his bathing with the other slaves to do her bidding. Despite her predicament, Sakari was still distracted by Zorian’s handsome features and masculine presence. Drone or slave, no woman could resist Zorian. “You don’t care much for sex,” he replied without looking into her eyes. She had to laugh out loud. “And what gave you that impression?” Her nipples protruded from her tunic. Couldn’t he see? And her pussy throbbed with need even though she knew in a few moments Zorian would be inflicting pain. Her punishment. A punishment she deserved.

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“You’d never seemed satisfied when having sex with me.” His mouth was tight. Now his eyes flashed with anger and a bit of hurt. “That was over a century ago. There was never love between us. Just two slaves looking for physical comfort in each other’s arms, a brief escape from Anartia.” “I’m not a slave,” he snapped. “I’m the trainer and guard.” “Aren’t we all slaves? Damned in this world until Gwyllain’s consort finds a way to break us free?” She softened her voice. She didn’t need to put Zorian in a worse mood. A very bad idea considering. “Perhaps. Your coolness toward me is why I thought you did not need training before going to Earth. I was tragically wrong.” He moved against her. His bare chest rubbed against her breasts, separated only by the thin material of her tunic. Her nipples puckered even tighter. Warm, rough hands moved along her skin, beginning at her manacled wrists, down her arms, skimming the sides of her breasts, then over her hips and slipped behind to her buttocks. He pressed his hard erection against her mound. Parting her lips, she sucked in a small breath and rocked her hips into him. He smiled. “Ah, not quite so cool, now.” “My coolness toward you then was because I knew you were in love with another.” He pushed away from her. Delaying the inevitable, she kept him talking to postpone what was coming. His eyebrows rose. “Who do you think I was in love with?” He picked up a braided whip from the table. With a flick of his wrist, the tips cracked the air. “One of the slave girls?” He turned his back on her and moved over to the wooden table, replacing the whip. Did she dare answer him? “And why do we have to do this in the great hall?” Zorian gave her a warning look then returned to finish securing the chains. “Tarik requested the training to be done here instead of my quarters.” She looked across the hall at the rulers of Anartia. Gwyllain and her consort, Tarik, were accepting their offerings of chi from a male and female Drone on the wide lounge. The male Drone was on top of the demoness, pumping his cock into her. The demoness didn’t touch the man in any way other than to adjust his position for her comfort. After the man ejaculated, she shoved him aside and waved one of the slaves over. The slave brought her a basin of water, soaps, scented oils and fresh towels. Then the next Drone stepped up for his offering. Tarik appeared to take a bit more pleasure with his Drone, fondling the woman’s breasts, grabbing her ass. But after the woman reached her climax, he too, released her and requested attendance from slaves. Other Drones waited in line to transfer their collection of lifeforce energy to the two conduits of Anartia—the rulers, Gwyllain and Tarik. “In the thousand years on Anartia, I have not seen so many Drones giving their offering at one time.”

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Zorian glanced over his shoulder to see what Sakari was looking at. “Missing your old job?” She nodded. “I’ve always served the mistress as her slave. I do not know the duties of a Drone. I’ve tried and failed with devastating consequences.” “You will learn. All the Drones are working much harder now. Tarik’s projects are causing quite a drain on Anartia.” When Zorian finished securing the chains, he stood, trailing his hand up her thigh. The light touch sent a ripple through her nerves, as she remembered how skilled he could be with his hands. The involuntary response was so sudden and so intense, she had to look away or he would see the desire in her eyes. Zorian still had that effect on her. How could she possibly be getting turned on considering what was about to happen? Sliding the table over in front of her, he picked up each object one by one, giving her an opportunity to examine them. She knew too well, what each of them were for, especially the boltstick. The cone-shaped object with a metal loop at one end always brought the loudest cries from his subjects. She gripped the chains again. “Would you like me to explain how this works?” Next to the braided whip, he held up the boltstick. “Or this.” He picked up rod-shaped object that would expand in width and length and could be used vaginally or anally. She knew what all the objects were. Why was he taunting her? She stared at him, not answering. He dropped the objects back on the table and came close, his hand stroking her cheek. The spicy incense burning from the censors mingled with Zorian’s male scent. His skin glowed in the flickering light from the flaming sconces, hanging on the white marble walls. Pressing his body against her, Zorian cupped her breasts. She arched into his hands, hanging from the chains. Quickly, his hand reached beneath her tunic and felt her pussy. “Hmmm. Wet. Good girl.” His smile was triumphant. Then his fingers rubbed her swollen clit. Heat coiled up inside her. Her body hung in a haze of lust. But fear of pain remained in the periphery of her mind like shadows lurking in the corners of a dungeon. She attempted to make eye contact with one of the Drones or slaves but doubted they would dare try to help her. One of the Drones, a large blond male named Valdon, was on top of Gwyllain now, giving his offering of chi, his ass pumping up and down while he fucked her. The demoness seemed partially amused. Tarik, now enjoying a massage by several slave women, seemed oblivious to his lover’s actions. His gaze lingered on Sakari as Zorian began his training session. Slaves did not have sexual contact with the demoness and her consort, only the Drones did during their offerings. The offering of chi from the Drones was the necessary evil that had kept Anartia in existence for the last thousand years.

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Sakari would find no assistance from them. The rulers of the exiled world had made their judgment for Sakari. She was now a Drone and after training she’d have to obtain the lifeforce energy like the others. Nuzzling her neck, Zorian’s tongue brought shivers and a gush of wetness between her legs. “Just a prelude to what’s coming.” She made a face. “I don’t understand. You’re giving me pleasure for killing a mortal? I didn’t mean to kill him. He was hiking alone. No one saw what I did.” “You need to learn how not to kill your quarry, especially when they are Sha Warriors.” “I didn’t know my quarry was a Sha Warrior. I tried to save him. I brought him here before he died,” she said through clenched teeth. The thoughts of her first disastrous trial as a Drone faded as Zorian thrust his finger deep inside her channel. She glanced sideways toward Tarik. A female Drone awaited his command. Instead he stroked his cock, his eyes blazing with lust as he stared at Sakari. As if Zorian knew Tarik was observing, he knelt between her legs, raised her tunic above her waist and licked her pussy, circling her clit. Startled by the erotic sensations awakening in her body, she gripped determined to remain in control. “You taunt me with pleasure. What next, pain?” “I’ll teach you how not to kill your quarry. Anartia needs the Sha Warriors alive.” “I should not be Drone. I’d much rather be a slave.” If she could only convince the demoness of that. She would better serve the demoness on Anartia, not Earth. “You must do the demoness’s bidding.” Frustrated, she exhaled in a huff. Zorian stood and eased her tunic back down. Walking over to the table, he picked up the braided whip again. He approached her. Slipping a hand behind her neck, he untied her tunic. The top dropped, exposing her breasts. “Nice,” he said. He cupped them and ran his thumb over the tips. Her nipples were raw and sensitive and her body responded. Slowly he stepped back, his face tight, his expression distant. The first strike of the whip across her breasts sent chills over her skin. Her heart rate accelerated. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to cry out. Surprisingly, the lashes stung but the pain wasn’t as bad as she thought. Another strike and she jumped as her other breast felt the sting of the lashes. Heat radiated at the place where he’d stuck her. Looking into his eyes, she saw that they had turned cold. Then his hand moved to her hip where the dress was tied. Slowly, he pulled at the tie and the material dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. He kicked the tunic aside. Her body shivered as cool air whisked over her bare skin. A gush of moisture trickled down her leg. She moaned. The demoness moaned louder. Sakari glanced over and noticed Valdon had changed form. He was just as muscular but his skin was now a glistening mahogany

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color, his hair short and black. Thick thighs tensed and buttocks clenched as he pumped inside her. When this Drone was first assimilated, Zorian said he had asked Tarik for the ability to shift into various human forms, not animal. Most Drones preferred to shift to animal form for the convenience of concealment and travel. In their shifted form, Drones could also extract chi. The great wooden doors of the temple swung open and slammed against the marble walls. Dante charged into the temple and marched across the hall to Zorian and Sakari. He did not wear the tunic of a slave. He wore human clothes—jeans and a black tee shirt. A nebula stone hung around his neck on a leather cord. His straight black hair reached his shoulders and his bronze skin gave him the American Indian appearance he’d requested when first assimilated as a Drone. Dante gave Sakari a long, appraising look. “I think she’s about done.” He didn’t seem to notice that Zorian had just dropped his loincloth and his cock was semi-erect and impressive. A chill skittered across her skin as Dante closely studied her body, marked with lashes, flushed with desire and quivering. “I’ll determine when she is finished.” Zorian stood straighter, gripping the boltstick. His erection grew harder and his muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat in the torchlight. “It’s important she returns to Earth soon,” Dante said. “I’m not finished with her training.” He brought his lips to her ear. “This will take a while.” Again, Sakari looked beyond Dante and Zorian, scanning the great room of the Temple of Anartia, wondering if the demoness would reconsider her judgment, hoping someone would come to her rescue. Tarik watched Sakari while stroking his hardened shaft with quick strokes. Beside him, Gwyllain waved forward the next male Drone to give his offering, apparently oblivious to her consort’s distraction. Tarik still hadn’t allowed his female Drone to present her offering. The Drone waited, not daring to show any sign of impatience. Zorian turned her away from the pillar enough so he could flog her ass and thighs. After a while she felt the heat and sting tingling over her skin. “I think you’re ready for the next stage,” Zorian said. “Why are you taunting me like this?” she rounded on him. “Why don’t you just punish me or train me and get it over with?” “Because I can see you’re getting turned on by this,” he answered. “I can smell it on you.” “And you.” Her eyes stared at the thickness of his cock. Zorian smiled. “I do enjoy my work.” He picked up the boltstick and Sakari’s pulse jumped several beats.

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“But you don’t understand. This is training.” “How so?” “You must collect chi energy from humans through sex without achieving orgasm or you’ll lose most of the energy you collect and kill them.” He clicked on the boltstick and the looped tip sizzled with electrical static. He turned it up and the loop glowed blue. “Okay, I get it now. No climax with my quarry. Can I go now?” “Afraid not, demon. Humans are difficult to resist. You must learn.” Difficult to resist? She wasn’t attracted to the one she’d killed. She just drew too much lifeforce too quickly, trying to get it over with. That was what killed him. “I’ll be careful next time.” She yanked on the chains. Even as a slave on Prygos she was never in chains. Here she was a Drone, a more respected position and she was manacled to a pillar. “Let me go, Zorian.” Zorian got in her face. “You must understand. The demoness won’t permit another mistake. Your life depends on my training. Don’t you want to return to Prygos?” She nodded. She had to return for her parents’ sake. “Then follow my instructions. The best advice I have for you when it comes to humans, is never let it get personal.” “Yes, yes, I know. Valdon told me that.” Her gaze focused on the boltstick. Zorian moved the glowing loop just above her skin. Holding her breath, she waited for the first contact where the electric jolt would surge through her. “No matter what I do to you. Do not climax.” He touched the sizzling loop of the boltstick to her thigh and the electric jolt traveled to her toes and straight to her pussy. Her clit thrummed. The stimulation was excruciating. She was on the verge of an orgasm. “Oh,” she moaned. “Focus,” he ordered. In this role he was all dominant. As she recalled in the bedroom, Zorian preferred the position of a submissive. “Trying.” She was aware that Dante was watching but not as a voyeur. He had his arms crossed appearing more restless than amused. Zorian slid the boltstick tip up over her hip and across her breasts. Her nipples were on fire. Red marks lined her creamy skin from the earlier lashing. Hard, stiffened nipples were already a bundle of raw nerves. Still he cranked up the power of the tool. She cried out. The loop skimmed her breasts as she tried to jerk away but her back was up against the pillar. Her other nipple was hit with a current of sensation that shot directly to her cunt. Her breath was short and rapid as if she’d raced Zorian around the tiny island world of Anartia. She took in a deep breath, trying to cool the heat and lust pulsing in her veins. The scent of sea and mountain heather drifted into the temple to where she was chained. She tried to focus on the nature images, tried to listen to the sound of the

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waves crashing on the cliffs, anything to keep her mind off her throbbing clit. No luck. Her own aroused essence mingled with the outdoor scents. Then he trailed the boltstick down toward her pussy. “No, I don’t think I’m ready,” she pleaded. “We’ll see. You must resist.” She glanced down and saw his fully erect cock. Images of him thrusting his engorged cock into her flashed into her mind. The sex had been good between them but that’s all there was, all there ever would be. She wanted to feel his shaft sinking deep inside her. She groaned. Damn, no! Cannot think of this. The boltstick reached her pussy, only a fraction of an inch from her clit. “Zorian, don’t.” “Good girl. You’re ready for the next step.” “What next?” Sweat trickled at her brow. Her body quivered. She needed release. How much longer could she hold off her orgasm? “She needs to be put to the test,” Dante said. Sakari sucked in air and tried to shift position. Not easy to do when she was spreadeagle against a marble column. “It’s important she doesn’t make another mistake,” Zorian interrupted. “And equally important we keep the demoness pleased and maintain the stability of our world.” “I’ll be finished soon.” Zorian pointed the boltstick at Dante. “Would you like to try it out? I’m sure I could bring you to the brink of some serious sweet torture.” “Another time perhaps.” “I’ll look forward to that time.” Zorian lowered his gaze to Dante’s groin area. Dante left without another word and crossed the room toward the demoness. The tall, lean male approached Gwyllain’s lounger. Hands on hips, Dante disregarded her current Drone’s activities. Valdon appeared to be near climax by the strain on his face and the primal grunting sounds and pumping action. Gwyllain even seemed to be somewhat amused by Valdon’s offering. Dante hovered over the demoness and her Drone. Sakari expected him to yank Valdon off the demoness before he finished his offering. Then Gwyllain glanced up and saw Dante. She tapped Valdon on the back. “Be quick now. My next offering has arrived.” Valdon groaned but with the disapproving look from Gwyllain, he finished and stood and as he did, his mahogany skin lightened to his regular tone and his hair lengthened to the blond strands that reached past his shoulders. He gave Dante a sharp look. The rejected Drone retired to one of the servant quarters down the hall. A slave quickly met the demoness’s needs. Sakari noticed Zorian watching the whole scene with interest. He stood at the table rearranging the tools while he studied Dante. Across the room Dante conversed with 12

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Gwyllain quietly. This Drone had just returned from Earth ready to give his offering. Then Gwyllain stood and walked with Dante into her private chamber. The demoness rarely took Drones to her private chamber. “Does it bother you to see him with the demoness?” Zorian shot her a look, then shrugged, not committing to an answer. “Your predicament is Dante’s fault.” He pinched a nipple, held it firm and pulled it out until she moaned. Then he tightened a nipple clamp onto it. Another clamp was attached to a chain at the other end. He clamped that to her other nipple. A new level of pleasure and pain, excruciating sensation that threatened to send her over the edge with an orgasm. “How is this Dante’s fault?” She closed her eyes to the heightened awareness to every nerve in her nipples and breasts. Damn, if Zorian wasn’t turning her on again. “If Dante hadn’t lost his nebula stone, the demoness wouldn’t have been so impulsive to demote him to a slave.” “But he was wearing a nebula stone.” “Taken from a Drone who no longer exists.” A Drone who fell out of favor with the demoness? A Drone who had killed a Sha Warrior like she had? The thought was one she did not want to think about. Instead she preferred to focus on Zorian’s hand, which was stroking her ass. Her pussy throbbed with an ache that needed attention. “Zorian,” she breathed. “And that’s why you’re a Drone now. Tarik needed another Drone and selected you.” His hand traveled just above the junction between her legs. She rocked her hips, urging him to move lower. Smiling, he locked eyes with her. “Almost done. Ready for the final level of training?” “Enough. Please, Zorian.” He walked over to the table and picked up the rod and came back to her. Dante strolled out of the demoness’s chamber. Naked, with a sheen of sweat, he walked to the edge of the bath and dived in. After swimming a couple laps he got out and dried off with a thick towel one of the slave women handed him. Zorian paused, distracted by Dante. She would not pass this test. This was where she failed with her quarry. Every nerve throbbed and ached to be touched. Sakari thought she’d jump out of her skin if she couldn’t climax. How much more could she take of this? Holding the rod in front of her, Zorian pressed a control and she watched the tool lengthen and thicken. At the same time, she noticed Zorian’s cock harden. “Why don’t you just fuck me?” She nodded her head toward his erection. “Because I need to remain in control.” As Zorian rubbed the tip of the slick rod tool at the opening of her channel, Sakari bit back a cry of pleasure. She drew in a ragged breath. Gauging her expression, he eased up on the pressure of the rod.

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“You’re doing well, work through it.” Zorian glanced repeatedly at Dante, then continued to torment her pussy with the rod. He took his cock in his hand for a few quick strokes and stopped as if undecided what to do next. Was her trainer going to fuck her after all, or was this a show for Dante? “Still wet?” Using his fingers, Zorian slipped between her folds, stroking her swollen flesh and tapping her sensitive bud. “Very.” Then he brought the rod to her entrance again. “I don’t know if I can handle any more, Zorian.” “Focus, Sakari,” he said loudly, glancing over to see if Dante had heard. Then he thrust the rod inside her channel and she cried out. He touched a lever and the rod expanded and began to vibrate. Gritting her teeth and gripping her chains she fought the orgasm building inside. “Slow down. I can’t hold it.” All Zorian would have to do is touch her clit right now and she would climax. She had to distract him. “You’re showing off for him, are you?” Zorian pumped the rod in and out. So close, she was so close. “Who?” he whispered. “Dante, of course.” Zorian locked eyes with her and for a moment, giving her a silent warning. He pushed the rod in a little deeper. She tried controlling her breathing. “Well, Zorian, how’s the training going?” Tarik, naked and still partially erect, quickly approached with a towel in one hand and a goblet of wine in the other. “I think she’s had enough. She needs to go back.” He placed the goblet on the table and walked over to Sakari. Zorian slid the rod out of Sakari and turned to face Tarik, giving Dante who was watching at a distance, a fine view of his muscular physique and assets. “Yes, we are finished.” “How did she do?” Tarik’s eyes lingered on her body for a moment, then he wrapped the towel around her. His fingers brushed her hair away from her face. Zorian kept his stern expression. “Very well, I think but I won’t know until her first quarry.” Tarik grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Yes and it looks like you enjoyed the session too.” Tarik glanced down at Zorian’s hard-on. “I always enjoy my work,” Zorian said as he unchained her. Sakari was still on the edge of an orgasm. Hell, at this point she’d jump Zorian, Tarik and Dante and she had no interest in any of them. “I’m ready to return,” Sakari said. “Really?” Amusement and something darker crossed Tarik’s face. “You better be. Your life depends on it.”

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Chapter Two Brad Montag really needed to get laid. Considering the way his evening was going and that he didn’t have a special lady in his life, hot sex wasn’t happening any time soon. Leaning back on his folding chair in the small conference room, Brad glared at Karl, the team leader for the Sedona, Arizona Region Search and Rescue. The preppy marathon jock hadn’t made eye contact with him all evening and Brad knew why—his application had been turned down again. While the man finished his assessment of the last operation, volunteers from the local search and rescue team sat in the visitors’ center conference room and as far away from Brad as possible. Karl rattled on from behind a rectangular table to the dozen men and three women. With any luck this meeting would be over in fifteen minutes and Brad would find his release in the desert, his alternative release when sex wasn’t available. At the moment he could hardly stand his own skin, much less the people in the room. He hated closed-in places. It made him feel like a trapped animal. This was all bullshit. I could’ve saved that hiker. “After evaluating our planning strategy and search tactics, we’ve concluded there was nothing in our routine or operations that could’ve prevented the death of Gordy Gray,” Karl said. “I could’ve found him,” Brad argued. Karl shot him a look. Then ignored him and turned to the rest of the group. “We have a couple of new applicants and they both have experience. We can take them out for a field test but I’m sure—” “Why won’t you field-test my skills?” Brad asked. Karl twirled his pen in his fingers. “You have been tested. And your past military experience in Special Forces exceeds our requirements for wilderness survival,” Karl said in a sarcastic tone, chuckling. Some of the group laughed as well. “Hell, when we search for lost hikers, we only have to worry about a rattlesnake, a mountain lion or a bear. We don’t have people shooting at us.” The group broke out in laughter, all but Brad. Brad waited for the laughter to die down. “As a volunteer organization, you need to pool your resources to save lives. If you’d accepted my application then, with my tracking skills, I’m sure I would’ve found that young man.” His tracking skills far exceeded those of any man’s but he didn’t want to explain why. Karl held up his hand in a calming gesture. “Even if you had gotten to him—”

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“I’m an EMT and a physician’s assistant, for God’s sake,” Brad interrupted. “He might’ve had a chance. If you’d let me use my skills during the search.” “No!” Karl slammed his hand on the table and the room went silent. Brad stood up. “Why the hell not? If it was good enough for the military…” “Too risky.” Everyone in the room stared at Brad. He took a breath to calm himself. This was not the time to go off. He couldn’t negotiate with this asshole. He lowered his voice to make his point. “I can’t discuss how many missions I went on where I utilized my special skills, or the details of such missions. Don’t worry about risk. Many of my missions were dangerous and many were successful.” Karl crossed his arms and raised his chin defiantly. “What about your commander? The one who was killed. Wouldn’t you call that a risk? Or an accident?” An icy lump formed in the pit of Brad’s gut but he stared at Karl hiding his anger. After waiting several long, long moments the confident gleam slipped from Karl’s eyes and a flicker of fear crossed his face. Brad smiled. “Who do you know in the military?” Karl looked down at his hands. “My father.” “Dandy. Did he tell you the details?” “He wouldn’t tell me what happened.” “He can’t. I can’t either but it was an accident,” Brad said. “An accident,” Karl said, sounding pleased with himself. “Details of missions can’t be discussed.” “Is that why you retired?” Brad kicked the metal chair across the room. “You son of a bitch.” Flushed with anger, Karl raised his hand to calm Brad. “Relax. I’m sorry.” He stacked up his papers and stuffed them into his folders. “Look, Brad, I appreciate your interest in wanting to help but we can’t be liable for any similar accidents.” “There won’t be any accidents.” Brad wondered if his doubt could be heard in his voice. After the accident he’d lost most of his powers. His grandfather said he needed to cleanse himself in order to gain those powers back. What better way to cleanse himself than to help someone in distress? “That’s right because we won’t be using you on the team,” Karl said in a condescending tone. “Unless you can stop Arizona from having these bizarre earthquakes and storms. It’s making hiking hazardous.” Brad bit back a stream of curses. “I think we can call it a night.” Karl stuffed his papers and folders into a backpack. “Right.” Brad turned, stomped out of the room and headed for the parking lot. Outside he took in a deep breath of the cool, desert air scented with earth, sage and a touch of ozone and looked up at the crescent moon. The fresh air cleared his head and

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his anger. A run in the wilderness would do him good. He donned his helmet and leather jacket and hopped on his bike. Gripping the throttle on his Harley-Davidson Heritage softtail, he cranked it up a notch to around ninety as if the speed could exorcise his frustration. Hell, he was more than sexually frustrated, he was pissed off. It was well past midnight as he sped up Highway 89 somewhere between Sedona and Jerome. Thankfully, there were no cars in sight. If he saw the lights from a police car, he was going off-road. The flat Arizona desert stretched out in all directions marred only by tumbleweeds, cacti and stands of spiny mesquite trees. The headlight from his bike blazed a luminous island on the pavement. If they had found that hiker in time, would that have been enough for his powers to return? He suspected the cleansing his grandfather spoke of would be a most difficult trial. He stared beyond the island of light, trying to see into the darkness. How would he ever leave the past behind him? His fatal error during a mission overseas years ago would haunt him for the rest of his life. He stroked the tawny leopard fur on the seat beneath him. A curse or a gift? His brother Jake who had the same ability thought it was a curse. Whatever it was, the need was strong to indulge in his mysterious heritage. Stress, anger, sexual frustration, all these intense emotions had worked his muscles into twisted knots, now needing release. The desire to shift was strong. Even with his weakened powers, he shouldn’t have any difficulty this time. Focus was the key. He just needed to concentrate and the change would occur easily. He slowed as the road curved into several S turns. Was he getting older and being cautious or had he lost his nerve in addition to some of his powers? Brad cranked the throttle and careened through the remaining turns. Not getting older or losing my nerve. A shadow darted out in front of his bike, a coyote, loping across the highway. Brad swerved, nearly losing control but managed to get her going straight again. Keep the shiny side up. The biker phrase tossed around in his head. He downshifted and swung off the highway onto the open desert. Dirt, rocks and grass kicked out from his wheels. When he was about a half mile or more off the road, he parked behind a stand of juniper trees surrounded by thick sage. His bike was well hidden from the road. A vibration rumbled beneath his feet as if a tractor trailer was rolling by on the highway but the highway was empty and the desert night was eerily silent. After several seconds the vibration stopped. Another earthquake? Weird for Arizona. He was sure he’d hear about it on the news later. The rugged, wind-parched land glowed grayish white beneath the crescent moon. He turned off the bike, stepped out of his boots, tossing the keys inside one and tucked them beneath a sage bush a few yards from the bike. He craved the change as much as he craved the rush of danger just before a mission or craved the intensity of sex.

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Then he got out of his clothes and folded everything neatly on the seat resting the helmet on top. Stripped naked, he felt the cool desert air chill his skin. Taking the leopard pelt from the bike, he slung it over his arm and strolled to a small clearing protected by trees and rock formations, out of sight from the highway. His hands smoothed over the coarse fur as his mind calmed and connected with the beast who once wore this skin. He pushed aside the memories of the earlier argument with Karl, the regrets of his time in the service, especially the death of his teammate. The more he submerged himself into the role of leopard, the sooner the beast would yield to him and evoke the shift. His father had worn this fur a few times but his father’s chosen animal was the wolf. As an Eigi Einhamr descendant, Brad could change into any animal he wished as long as he wore that particular pelt and had the desire to shift. A deep ache and longing stabbed in his chest, missing his father, remembering his tragic death. Like a ritual, he wrapped the skin around his shoulders and prepared for the transformation. His body shivered partly due to the chill of the night desert air, partly in anticipation of the change. Focus. He had to focus or he’d slip out of form. Claiming his powers back was like working out an injured muscle. Although he appreciated his grandfather’s offer, he didn’t need the shaman’s cleansing ritual. A twig snapped behind him. Loud enough to be a large animal or a man. Shit. Years of training as a soldier taught him not to twitch at the sound of a potential enemy. Movement drew fire. He listened. Footsteps approached in his direction and he estimated they stopped only a few yards behind him. And there he was with his bare ass hanging out for all the world to see. A woman laughed. Slowly, Brad turned around pulling a corner of the fur diagonally across him to cover his engorged penis. The adrenaline pumping through his veins had the added affect of giving him a hard-on. “Do I dare ask?” A woman stood there smiling at him, her hands propped on her hips, giving him a mocking grin. She was stunning. The one-shouldered white dress clung to all her luscious curves and a gold braided belt crisscrossed the bodice accentuating her breasts. Her outfit, her sleek black hair and exotic eyes gave him the impression that she’d stepped out of a Cleopatra movie where she was playing the starring role. He nodded in her direction and answered with an equally smart-ass retort. “Toga party, right?” What else could it be? “No,” she said irritated. “What are you doing out here?” he asked.

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Maybe she was one of those New Agers meditating or something. What was she doing out there all alone surrounded by the vast expanse of flat desert and dusty sage brush? And why would she approach a naked stranger in the middle of the night? Either she had a lot of nerve or was completely mad. She appeared to think for a minute. “Taking a walk but now I’m late for work,” she said. He gave a short laugh. “Work? Where do you work?” She didn’t answer. Something in her eyes made his need for sex even worse, despite the urge to shift. She shot him a mischievous look. A flicker of something passed through her eyes and his balls drew up tight. Moving closer, she reached out a hand and touched the fur. “What kind of animal was it?” “Leopard.” “Did you kill it?” Her nails caressed the fur and he thought about her doing the same to his balls and he shivered with desire. “No, it was passed down in my family.” She nodded. “Then it must be special.” She regarded his bare shoulder and ran her delicate fingers over a twisted scar. “How were you injured?” “In the service.” Nodding again, she continued to glide her hand over his chest. Sure she was turning him on but who the hell was she? He backed up a step, giving her the hint to stop. She crossed her arms over her chest, the position accentuating her cleavage. An unusual stone pendant hung at the cleft of her breasts. She fingered the pendant and smiled. Obviously, she didn’t mind him looking at her. Beneath his fur his libido was kicking into gear. His penis was hard and fully erect, partly because of the adrenaline pumping through his veins but also because of the lascivious fantasies coming unleashed concerning the woman. His aroused state was her fault. She had interrupted him in the middle of a transformation. Holy smokes. He could smell her too. He’d been close to shifting so his senses were acute. The delicate scents of earthy soaps, female musk and desert breezes made her even harder to resist. He was overly aware of his nakedness and had a sudden urge to toss the fur on the ground and draw her down. Oh, yeah, that would be hot and insane. Images of the two of them naked on the leopard pelt formed in his mind. Flesh against flesh, his hand slipping between her thighs and feeling her warm, slick pussy ready for his aroused cock. Yes, he would opt for hot sex with this beauty instead of a wild romp as an animal. Tarzan and Jane in the desert. She smiled and looked at him quizzically, then cocked her head, nodding toward the fur that was covering his groin area. “What’s that all about?”

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“The fur?” How did he explain the fur? Screw it. He wasn’t going to explain anything. “Why are you out here alone?” She didn’t seem at all intimidated by his directness. “I was going to ask you the same question.” Neither of them offered an explanation. She frowned and broke the uneasy silence. “I’ve heard of people who have a fetish to dress in animal furs. They’re called furries.” “Ah, no. This is nothing like that. It’s not a fetish.” He wrapped the fur around his waist and secured it so his hands were free. “Okay. Tarzan and Jane?” He shook his head in disbelief. Was she on the same wavelength? “It’s a bit difficult to explain.” She took a step closer. “I don’t have time for an explanation. I’m late for work.” “So you said.” “Goodbye.” She turned and started walking away. “Wait! Can I give you a ride?” He stepped forward and nearly lost his fur. She smiled as he quickly covered himself. “No, thanks. I have transportation.” “A car? Where?” “Have to go.” “Will you be back?” he asked. She shrugged. “Can I see you again?” She frowned, looking around. “Not safe.” Now we’re getting somewhere. “Not safe for you?” “No, for you.” “Tell me why.” “See you.” An amused expression flitted over her face. She turned away from him and jogged into the darkness. Brad wondered if he’d ever see her again. When he didn’t hear the sound of a car after several minutes, he stepped into his boots and started off in her direction. After walking around for quite some time, moonlight reflected on a patch of white cloth beneath a tree. His heart leapt to his throat. No! He investigated and found her dress neatly folded with the gold braided belt and her gold sandals. What the hell? Disappeared like down the rabbit hole. He searched for her but gave up after an hour or so. There was no sign of a struggle. His animal senses didn’t pick up another human or blood as if she had been attacked. He’d talk to his grandfather in the morning. Something told him this incident had some mystical explanation and his grandfather would know what it was.

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After he prepared himself again for the Eigi Einhamr shift, muscles tensed and coiled into a new form to be one with the skin, a leopard. His body shifted in painful contortions until he was standing on all fours. Brad as leopard looked up into the starfilled sky with the night vision of a predator. He sniffed the air and smelled many other animals, the turpentine and sage scent of the bushes and trees, the earthy scents of the dirt. Staring down at his paw, he tested the claws. The sensation felt strange and he instantly shifted back to human form. Fuck. Just when he thought the power had fully returned. Looking up into the sky, he did the breathing exercises his grandfather taught him. His grandfather the shaman said the breathing would help. After several moments, calm and more at peace with himself, Brad donned the skin again and willed himself to become one. Vibrations surged through his body and he was again the leopard. There was something erotic, hedonistic and possibly dangerous about indulging his senses with the beast. He raised his head, looking across the miles of flat ground to the great buttes, the large red rock formations in the distance, the mystical pyramids of the desert. He raced off into the night. Hours passed and his body grew weary. During his travels he hadn’t seen the woman, although he continued to watch for her. He returned to the place where his bike and clothes were, using his sense of smell. He recognized the juniper trees, noticed the tire marks in the sand, then saw several footprints that weren’t his own. The hackles on his back went up. He loped around the area in circles like a trapped animal. Danger was near or something wasn’t quite right. He could hear each leaf twisting on its branch on a tree over two hundred yards away. A breeze blew sand over his fur and he heard the granules clinking together like tiny glass beads. The air hummed with an electrical charge and nearby rocks pulsed with a faint blue glow. Static electricity? A storm approaching? Glancing up, he searched for thunder clouds but the night sky shone with thousands of brilliant stars and the moon. Feeling a drain on his muscles, he backed up, trying to get away from the charged area. His body felt sluggish. Whatever was wrong with the area, he needed to leave it. The sensations decreased the farther away he got from the area. Returning to where he parked his motorcycle, he found his boots under a sage bush. He sniffed them and was about to will himself back to human form when he heard a moan. Now what? The moaning sound drew the hackles up again along his powerful shoulders. He slowly turned, expecting to see an enemy. His soldier and animal instincts turned up to high alert. The moaning changed to whimpering, a woman’s voice. Was it pleasure or pain? A mating? Had that woman returned? 21

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He crept low toward the sound. Behind a group of rocks, several yards away, he saw a man with long black hair and buckskin pants crouched over a naked woman, a different woman. The man was on his hands and knees and the woman was writhing beneath him. There was something odd about her. She lay there not touching the man and when she opened her eyes, she had a wild, stare-off-into-space look. Positioned between her legs, the man began to caress her breasts roughly, pinching both her nipples. The woman stretched her arms above her head. Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, tugging on it until she cried out. He repeated his attentions on her other nipple then moved down her stomach to her mound. She sucked in air and raised her hips off the ground, grinding her pussy against his mouth. He sat up again and she groaned her disapproval. “You’ll have to beg for it,” the man said. “Please. I can’t wait. Make me come or fuck me now.” “Spread your legs,” he commanded as he pushed her legs wide apart, then stroked her pussy. Brad couldn’t stop watching. Not because he was a voyeuristic type but because he sensed something wasn’t right with this man. He could smell it. Humans had a coppery and salty scent beneath the normal smells of sweat but this male smelled like ozone right before a thunderstorm and something else. Earthy and wild. Whatever it was, he’d never detected that on a human before and it made him nervous. The man continued to tease the woman, touching her, tormenting her with his hands, his mouth. Finally, he thrust a finger inside her cunt. The scent of the woman’s arousal mingled with the man’s odd smell. Maybe they were getting a storm, the leopard thought and he was just picking up too much. “Don’t move,” the man said as he licked her pussy. The woman’s face strained, as if resisting the urge to move. “Yes, like that. Please don’t stop,” she said. But he did stop and she swore. “Soon. Make it last. Now close your eyes and do not open them for anything.” The woman sighed, obviously getting frustrated but complied and closed her eyes. “Good.” His hand went to her pussy again, teasing and stroking, then thrusting deep inside her with his fingers. Her hips bucked against his hand, then her body convulsed. “Don’t open your eyes.” She nodded as she was still writhing in her orgasm. “Come inside me now.” “Shhh.” He waved a hand over her face and she quieted, her body stilled. She seemed to be asleep. A pale glow appeared around the man and the leopard saw the image of an animal superimposed over the man’s face, a coyote. The fur stood up across the leopard’s back. A skinwalker! Was this the Coyote Trickster, the one his grandfather told him about in his folktales?

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Brad thought skinwalkers were Navajo folklore. The stories had the element of campfire tales. He thought his grandfather used them to entertain two boys who had lost their father in a tragic accident and whose mother had deserted them. The image of the Coyote faded and the man lowered his face close to the sleeping woman’s. A beam of light traveled from the woman’s forehead to the man’s mouth. What the hell is this? His human logic was trying to cross the animal boundaries and make sense of what he was seeing. The leopard instincts took over. A low growl formed in his throat. Soundlessly, he crept closer, an animal hunting his prey. Man or skinwalker, he was an enemy. Everything in his being, human and beast, said this was so. He had to stop the skinwalker.

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Chapter Three When Sakari finished clearing the empty margarita glasses and beer bottles off the bar, the nebula stone started vibrating. It signaled the presence of another Drone in the area. Dante or Valdon? She couldn’t decide who she’d rather face right now. Neither would be pleased with her progress. Fingering her pendant, she stiffened. It was warm too. Which meant she was being summoned to return to Anartia. So soon? She’d just returned and couldn’t possibly go back tonight, not without a sufficient offering for the demoness. How could she attain what was demanded when she feared the consequences? The training session with Zorian had done little to build her confidence. If anything she was more nervous about failing. She was damned, desperate and out of time. Three guys sat at one end of the bar, cowboys by their mode of dress and their discussion. With her demon senses, she could detect a slight scent of leather and horses. Their discussion for most of the evening dealt with squabbles on a ranch and NASCAR. One of the young men waved her over and ordered a round of Oak Creek ale. Good, they did get her telepathic message for more alcohol, proving they were receptive to her will. A necessary quality for her Kithra, her prey. These cowboys were the only potential Kithra in the Red Rocks Bar and Grill. She hadn’t decided which one she was going to fuck yet. Some mortals were strong-willed and not easy to influence. Alcohol helped to lower the resistance, which was why she chose this profession to aid her with her Drone duties. She also liked the interactions with mortals, a refreshing change from serving the demoness and her consort. A mixture of country and classic rock music pumped through the speakers. Not the sexiest atmosphere for enticing desire but the dark wood paneling on the walls, the tables and booths and the dim lights helped. She opened her mind and descended into their thoughts one at a time, searching for the most receptive one, the path of least resistance or the one most attracted to her. After reading their minds, she knew they were from a ranch close to town. She poured the beer and placed the mugs in front of the guys, then touched the mind of each cowboy with sensual thoughts—her fondling her breasts, then slipping her hand inside her panties to play with her pussy. She waited and noted their response. Finally, the younger one with blond hair looked up from his beer with hunger in his brown eyes. Yes, he got the message and she bet she could confirm that if she slipped her hand down his jeans. He could be her Kithra, her quarry for the night if she played

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him right. There was hesitation in his expression but enough interest to work with. She smiled. He smiled back. The thought of her task ahead made her stomach turn. There was no attraction with this male. This was a task she had to complete. I just want to be free from Anartia, leave this planet and go home to Prygos. My parents need me. She had her duty to fulfill to Anartia and to her parents. She pushed the thoughts away. This was what she was and she couldn’t stop what was about to happen. “I’ll get those tables cleaned up,” the other bartender, Haley Moore said, interrupting her flow of seduction with the Kithra. Haley dodged around the bar and strolled across the room to wipe down tables. She wore the same outfit Sakari did, a short tan skirt and black tee shirt with calf-high cowboy boots. Her spiky blonde hair still held its style even after the long night. Her eyes were heavily rimmed with way too much black eyeliner. “Okay. I’ll start back here,” Sakari answered from behind the bar as she considered her options. She needed to seduce this cowboy before he left. “Don’t make it personal”, was Valdon’s recommendation. He had warned her that getting close to her quarry was risky. Valdon didn’t get close to Drones, slaves or Kithra. As a guardian Drone, he reported to Gwyllain when a Drone was not performing his or her duties to the standards required. Haley brought a tray full of dirty glasses and dishes to the bar. “Now that the crowd’s all gone, I can finally tell you about my classes with Ambros. And you have to let me read your palm later.” She glanced over her shoulder at the moon shining down through the giant eyebrow window above the entrance to the bar. “If the moonlight doesn’t interfere, I bet I’ll be able to see your aura too.” “My what?” Sakari took the glasses and put them into the dishwasher behind the bar, trying to hide her impatience. How was she going to harvest her offering of chi if she couldn’t get the cowboy alone? “Aura. Ambros said people have an energy field surrounding them called an aura. Those who are spiritually advanced have the brightest ones.” “What kind of classes are you taking?” Sakari understood the levels of education from her studies of Earth Culture over the last thousand years but not these classes. Leaning over the bar, Haley lowered her voice. “Metaphysical at the New Age Bookstore. Ambros is teaching classes about auras, palm reading and understanding the attributes of crystals.” She fingered the quartz crystal hanging around her neck. “Ambros says I’m psychic but I need to develop my talent.” “Is that right?” Sakari had known Haley for six months and hadn’t seen any evidence of psychic power.

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Haley nodded and smiled as if she held a great secret. “My parents would never have allowed me to do this in Texas. They were close-minded to the esoteric world.” “Do your parents still live in Texas?” Haley tugged on the crystal pendant around her neck and averted her eyes. “My mom died a few years ago and my dad took off.” “I’m sorry. What happened to your dad—” “I wonder if bad people have very small auras,” Haley interrupted. “I’ll have to ask Ambros at my next class.” That caught Sakari’s attention. “And how does your teacher know of this? Everyone has this aura? Do you think some people have more than others?” Haley leaned on the bar, her chin in her hand. “Ambros is very wise.” Her eyes glittered with the amusement of a child. “He was trained by a Navajo shaman. I’ll ask him.” “Sounds interesting,” Sakari said. “Maybe you’d like to take his next class with me.” “Perhaps.” She was getting confused. Could this be a means to help her with her Drone responsibilities? If it made her job easier… Becoming a Drone was supposed to be her reward, a step up from being a slave. The one in control of seductions and harvesting chi. But being a slave had few responsibilities and she had many opportunities to walk along the rocky cliffs on Anartia that reminded her of the landscape on Prygos. Then again, as a Drone she had gained the respect from all the slaves and from the other Drones. “Last call,” Haley yelled out to the handful of customers remaining as she spun around and crossed the room to finish cleaning tables. Sakari strolled back to the cowboys to get working on her Kithra. “How’s your night going, boys? Got any plans for this evening?” They looked up from their beers and glanced at her. “Fine,” said one, who looked to be around twenty-five, just a few years younger than Sakari. “Nope, no plans, this is it.” “We’ll take the check,” the other one said. Then to his friends, “Come on. We gotta get up at five.” “Can’t leave yet,” she said below her breath. “What was that?” said the one on the end, his cowboy hat tilted low, shadowing his brown eyes. “I said, you can’t leave yet, you just got here.” She smiled in a teasing way as she walked to the other side of the bar. Think fast or you’ll lose your chance. Touching the pendant at her breast, she was relieved to find it was cool. For the moment the demoness had stopped summoning her. The cowboy’s gaze dropped to her hand and hovered around her breasts. His smile widened, then he looked away.

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You. Lowering her head, she glanced up at him for a moment and formed the image of the two of them frantically stripping off their clothes. His jeans yanked down to his ankles, cowboy boots still on, his tan shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside. She imagined his hands ripping at her shirt, hearing the material tear, then the bra coming off. As she sent him a mental image of her full breasts, bare and exposed in her mind, she sent thoughts of her skirt dropping to the floor. The cowboy’s mouth opened slightly. Yes. He saw her thoughts. Wetness pooled in her underwear and her breasts tingled. Her own imagery was turning her on. She locked eyes with him. Want you. She started the images again. Him lifting her up on the barstool, spreading her legs and plunging his thick cock into her, pumping deep into her dripping wet channel. Was he still with her? The cowboy stared at her in a daze, his beer untouched. He thought this was his fantasy, Sakari mused. Thoughts of the man in the desert kept invading her mental seduction. He was more attractive than the cowboy and she couldn’t get his body out of her mind. Something about the man tugged at her core. She’d give anything to have him as her Kithra but that would be a dangerous ordeal. Zorian had advised her not to select Kithra that she was overly attracted to. Much too hard to resist personal attachments and orgasms. What would it be like to be consumed by lust and love without fear? Focusing on her Kithra, she sent out a command. Take me. Her words, her thoughts were mental whispers, seductive strokes, like a new lover’s caress. Fuck me. He looked up and locked eyes with her again. Yes, Fuck me hard and deep. She leaned on the bar, crossing her arms, knowing her breasts swelled above her black tee shirt. “You really have to work tomorrow?” She leveled her gaze on him, hinting of possibilities if he stayed. “Yep, ’fraid so.” He didn’t break eye contact. Nice brown eyes. The other two were busy arguing about NASCAR. Her customers were always arguing about NASCAR on the televisions in the bar. “Too bad.” She noticed the iron grip on his beer mug. She knew he had no idea what he was in for and by the glint in his eyes, he wanted her. At the prospect of performing her duties as a Drone, her pussy clenched and throbbed. He gave a slow shrug, then took a swig of his beer. “What’s your name?” she asked the cowboy as she poured herself a soda and sipped it slowly through a swizzle stick, then licked the edges of her teeth. “Austin,” he breathed, looking at her mouth. “Sakari.” An eyebrow arched. “Sakari? Hmmm. I like it. You don’t sound from around here.” “I’m not.” He smiled.

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She hoped he took her being evasive as an attempt to be mysterious. “Feel like hanging around for a little.” “Maybe.” She didn’t comment but turned to wipe down the bar and put a few glasses away. You will. She sensed his anxiety, heard a jumble of confused thoughts as she attempted to pick up on his images. Reading minds was quite a challenge with horny men. This guy was horny and a bit shy. The man in the desert hadn’t been shy. There was a cocky boldness about him. Confidence and intelligence. He hadn’t shown any sign of being embarrassed at her finding him naked in the desert. If anything, he was annoyed that she interrupted some sacred ritual. As much as the idea appealed to her, the man was not her Kithra. She had to focus or lose the one she had marked. She sent Austin an image of her taking the full length of his cock into her mouth. His pulse kicked up a few paces. Sakari heard it and felt her own do the same. “Sakari, I can hang out for a while,” Austin said as cool as he could but he couldn’t hide his nervousness. “Good.” She tipped her head to one side and gave him a sultry look. He sat up straighter. “I don’t have my car. I rode with them.” “I can drive you.” Before the demoness summoned her again, she’d have to drop him off and travel through the vortex and back to Anartia. He glanced down into his beer, hesitating. Just her luck to pick the one with a girl at home, or a shy one. Finally he looked up and nodded. “All right then. When do you get off?” His two friends laughed. He shot his buddies a warning glance. “Shit. Get some manners will you?” Austin shook his head, then turned back at Sakari. “Ignore them. What did you have in mind?” She was doomed if she didn’t get this right. “I could use a hand in the wine cellar,” she said. “It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other a little.” His mouth went slack. Taking off his hat, he ran a hand through his short blond hair and took in a breath, then put his hat back on. His brown eyes smoldered with lust. Cowboy was shy but not stupid. He knew exactly what she had in mind without sending suggestive thoughts into his head. “Be happy to help, ma’am.” He downed the rest of his beer, slid off the bar stool and tapped one of his buddy’s shoulders. “Be back in a few.” “Where you going?” the friend asked. “Wine cellar. Bartender needs a hand.” His friend frowned, then after a moment his eyebrows rose. “Oh.” Sakari stood behind Austin with an empty crate in her hands. “Ready?”

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“Holy cow,” the friend said, snickering. “Don’t be late for work,” one of his friends said. Austin elbowed the friend sitting next to him. “The lady’s closing shop soon.” The guy groaned. “Fuck you, Austin. We can take a hint. We’re outta here.” The two men threw money down onto the bar and slid off their barstools. “She’d better ride your ass home. We’re not coming back.” If she messed up like she did with the hiker, these two might remember her and would wonder what happened to their friend. Sakari directed a subtle suggestion to them that would work through their thoughts and by morning, they would forget they were even at this bar. “Don’t break his heart,” said one of his friends as they left out the back door. Sakari called across the dimly lit room of mostly empty booths and tables. “Going downstairs for stock, Haley. Be right back.”

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Chapter Four He was a shadow in the desert night perched on the edge of the boulder, eight feet above the skinwalker and the woman. Brad, in leopard form, prepared to attack. Naked and stretched out on the ground, the woman responded to the man’s touch. She writhed as if in pleasure. Her clothes were in a neat pile to one side, not ripped off as one would expect in a rape. Still, the woman seemed drugged, moving in slow motion. The man was on hands and knees over her, turned sideways so the leopard couldn’t see his face clearly. The man brushed her blonde hair from her face and the woman kissed his hand and smiled. Could he be wrong? Were these just two lovers? Had he imagined the coyote form? His heartbeat hammered in his chest. Instincts told him something wasn’t right. The man abruptly stopped pleasuring the woman and leapt back, crouching between the woman’s legs, sniffing the air as if ready to pounce. Had he sensed danger? The leopard’s muscles tensed. A low growl simmered in his throat. The man raised his head and the image of Coyote reappeared over his face. Leaning toward the woman so that their faces were only inches apart, the coyote form remained motionless. Then a golden light swirled at the point on the woman’s forehead and expanded into a beam moving toward Coyote’s mouth. The light coiled and pulsed in intensity. Static hummed in the air as Coyote absorbed the light coming from her. Whatever he was doing to her, the leopard knew it wasn’t good and decided he had to stop him. His grandfather said skinwalkers were fast, impossible to catch and could use mind control on their victims. Which would explain why the woman was lying there and not struggling. Claws extended, the leopard leapt off the rock, a shadow moving through the darkness. The skinwalker must have sensed the movement. The enemy rolled out of harm’s way the moment the leopard leaped. The leopard missed and landed next to the woman. She didn’t move, although she was still alive because he could hear her breathing, smell her arousal. The skinwalker, in full coyote form, paced and snarled with territorial rage a few yards away. Stepping over the woman, the big cat advanced toward the animal, baring his teeth. Surprisingly, Coyote didn’t back away or run. Instead he attacked. Teeth and claws dug into the leopard’s shoulder and neck. Pain shot through him but he managed to wrestle away while inflicting his own claw swipes. Coyote let out a yip as blood oozed from his legs. Skinwalker’s powers aren’t boundless. Coyote staggered away and for a moment the leopard thought he’d won the fight. But then a moment later, Coyote came limping back, lunged for him, jumped onto his back and clamped his jaws around the leopard’s neck. 30

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The snarling predators rolled on the ground, kicking up dirt, grass and small stones. Claws and teeth tore at each other. Branches snapped as they rolled over bushes and dropped down an embankment. The leopard landed on his back with Coyote on top of him. Air rushed out of his lungs from the terrific impact. Coyote now had him pinned. Gasping for air, the leopard struggled to maneuver out from under the claws and teeth. For such a small creature, he never believed the skinwalker would have enough mass to knock down a leopard. As the leopard tried to get back up, Coyote hovered over him, staring down at him. Adrenaline pumping, bloody and beaten, he stared defiantly back into malevolent, triumphant eyes uncertain of what would befall him in the next moment. Never underestimate your enemy. That was his first mistake—overconfidence. The leopard was tempted to shift back into his human form just so he could shout, “Fuck you, asshole!” But defeat was unthinkable especially when he was in leopard form, especially while he was still breathing. He took in a breath, tensed his muscles with all his might to get the goddamn creature off him. But in that breath he forgot everything and a veil of darkness engulfed him.

***** Sakari ignored Haley’s disapproving look. The other bartender narrowed her eyes at Austin, then at Sakari and pressed her lips tight. The sooner she got this over with, the better. Sakari led Austin down the basement stairs. Her stomach fluttered more from worry than anticipation of what was going to happen. If she kept Zorian’s warning in mind, she’d be safe. He said to draw only from the inner lifeforce level one and not to go deeper or she would penetrate the core or soul level. This was the dangerous area of harvesting, the part she feared most. A person’s vital essences or soul energy resided here and if she tapped into the deep inner level, she could destroy that person. And Dante wondered why she preferred being a slave. Who wants the responsibility of holding a mortal’s fragile soul in her hands? If she screwed up like with the hiker, she could end up with a dead cowboy in the wine cellar. The basement was cool and had an earthy, musty smell. Dust covered most of the wine bottles resting in the rows of floor-to-ceiling racks filling most of the room. At the bottom, Austin studied the room and ran his hands over the gray stone foundation. “The temperature must be about ten degrees cooler down here. How old is this place?” “About eighty years, I think.” She put the empty crate on the floor, and selected a couple of bottles from one of the wine racks, then stacked them in the crate. He walked over to a double refrigerator with see-through doors and picked up a few chilled wines. “Wow, some collection.” “You know wines?” Austin picked up another bottle and examined the label. “A little. My parents’ obsession.” 31

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She nodded. “The restaurant is known for their eighty varieties of beer but we have quite a selection of wines. My boss’s obsession.” “Next time I come, I’ll order wine.” Austin put the wine back then stuffed his hands in his pockets. Sakari walked over to the large rectangular table in the center of the room that held two more wooden crates, and moved them to the floor. Mixed with the smell of alcohol and musty basement was the scent of Austin. Her heightened senses detected leather, horses, hay and his arousal. She could hear his breath quicken. She selected several more bottles and filled those crates. “You want me to carry these upstairs?” he asked with a hushed tone. “Not yet.” She closed the door at the bottom of the stairs. Turning back around, she pushed Austin up against the stainless steel table. His eyes widened, then his mouth quirked in an approving grin. Spreading her legs, she planted them on either side of his thighs, then reached up and took off his hat, placing it on the table. Without a word, she uncrossed his arms, slid her hands up under his shirt, exploring the taut muscle beneath for a moment. He licked his lips and she smiled as if she was getting turned on. Of course, she wasn’t. Her insides were jumpy because she feared a repeat mistake. And she was in need of an offering but she wasn’t turned on. He was averagely handsome, too young for her taste, but not unappealing. He fondled her breasts, vigorously working his palms and fingers. “Hmmm, that feels good,” she said, making sounds to urge him on as if her body was responding to his touch. He was a bit rough like someone inexperienced or overexcited would be. “Nice,” he said. Her mind filled with images of the man in the desert touching her. Her nipples tightened. Eyes closed, she smoothed her hands over Austin’s chest. Beneath her touch, she felt his heated skin, his pulse pounding and the surge of chi. Don’t draw beyond the first level. “I guess we’ll take care of the wine later,” he teased, moving his hands up to brush back her hair, his fingers lingering at the nape of her neck. “Yes,” she breathed. She hadn’t realized how much she liked a man to play with her hair, especially at just that spot. “I want you.” But her thoughts were for the mysterious man in the desert. “Good.” He smiled. The fingers of both hands combed through her hair and her knees were losing the strength to hold her up. Her eyes closed slightly, accepting the attention. “You take guys down here a lot?” She opened her eyes and the cowboy was in her arms, not the man in the desert. She needed to finish her task and get this over with. “No. First time.” 32

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“Really?” He tilted his head as if he wasn’t quite sure he believed her, then ran a finger down her cheek, along her jawline and touched her mouth. “Why me?” Sakari leaned into him. There was nothing in her training that would help her with questions like this. Because men like you make the best prey? Then how quickly would he escape? Instead she said, “I have a thing for young, handsome cowboys.” He smiled at that. Torn between dragging out the seduction for a better offering or finishing it so she could leave, she made a decision and felt for his cock over his jeans, teasing the hardened length. She was determined to do this right. “But we don’t have much time. I have to get back to work.” “No need to apologize,” he breathed against her neck. “I like spontaneous women.” She nearly laughed out loud. Spontaneous? This planned, manipulated and calculated seduction? “Good.” He nuzzled and licked her neck. Her mind drifted to the sensations building in her pussy. The offering had begun. She tilted her head to give his mouth access. His mouth came down on hers and she felt the flow of lifeforce entering her. The kiss deepened and the rush of chi filled her, fearing it was too much too soon. She broke the kiss, sucked in a small breath and waited. But the flow of chi stopped, in fact, a small surge returned to her Kithra. Her pussy ground against the hardened bulge of his cock. “Yes,” he said as he cupped her ass and pulled her closer. She drifted into his thoughts where the details of his sexual cravings became known to her. “You like it a little rough?” He gave a short laugh. “What makes you say that?” His chi flowed freely again. “A hunch.” She needed to understand the rituals better, especially his desires. Images of some of his past encounters flooded her mind—sex out in the wilderness with tall pine trees all around, his lover bracing her hands around the rough tree trunk while he gripped onto her shirt and pulled. Fabric tore. He reached around and grabbed her breasts. Yanking down the woman’s jeans, he thrust into her from behind. He then turned her around and slammed her against the tree and drove into her again. The vision looked like an assault but the woman spread her legs willingly and threaded her fingers in his hair. By the sensual look in Austin’s eyes and the twitch his cock just made against Sakari’s mound, it appeared she read his thoughts correctly. He shrugged. “Could be.” He smiled in a teasing way. “When it comes to rough sex, either you like it or you don’t,” she said. Austin leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was so sudden, hard and unexpected. Sakari flinched, then stifled a groan as intense sensations of flowing chi rippled through her. She took a breath and broke the kiss and he gave her a smoldering look. 33

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“What do you want?” He grabbed her breasts harder than she expected and she pulled away from him. Instantly, the lifeforce she’d gained slipped away. She had to maintain a pace. Keeping her eyes on him, she played it cool. The more time she took, the more chi she could acquire. Not too much time though, or Haley would come looking for her. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said. His mouth twitched in a slight smile. Her gaze was now riveted on his hands that were tugging on her tee shirt. “Tell me anyway.” He slid his hands under her shirt and without hesitation reached around her back to undo her bra. Finally, this Kithra would not get away. Sakari would have an acceptable offering for Gwyllain and Tarik. “I want a lot of things.” “Tell me.” His voice was deep and husky and she knew he wanted to be fucked and badly. She could smell his arousal, hear his thoughts of desire. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” she said in a whisper. “Where?” “Everywhere. A deep kiss, my neck, my breasts, along my back, my pussy…” “Yes.” He yanked her shirt off, tossing both the shirt and bra to the far end of the table. Cool air hit her heated skin and her nipples hardened. He took in her exposed breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands moved up from her stomach and grasped them, squeezing and then pinching the nipples into erect points. She unbuttoned his shirt and sent an image of his cock thrusting inside her channel. The more she worked him up… “I want to suck you but I want you to beg for it.” He groaned low in his throat. “Cool. Do you want me to fuck you too? I have protection with me.” “Yes, I want that.” Protection didn’t matter for Sakari but she knew it was a practice of Earth mortals. “And protection is good.” Easing his legs between hers caused her skirt to hike up her thighs and he slid the skirt even higher. She realized this collection of lifeforce was easier if she thought about the mysterious man in the desert. What was it about him that turned her on? A rush of wetness pooled between her legs. His hand went under her skirt and pressed at the juncture. “Damn, you’re wet.” In a swift movement, his hand dug inside her panties and worked a finger inside her wet channel, pressing upward as far as he could. She allowed the sensations roll through her body without getting carried away. Remain in control. With shaking hands, she undid his pants and slipped her hand inside, grasping his hard cock. He responded immediately, growing harder in her hand and sucking in a breath. She could get used to this. If she played it right and didn’t kill him. Is this how it will always be with Kithra? Am I doomed to always have dispassionate loveless sex?

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Her body felt the surge from this prey but she felt empty and cold inside. Sakari attempted to remember Zorian’s lessons and suggestions. This wasn’t right. The flow of chi was transferring too fast. Her body stiffened. Had she reached his core essence? Her hands moved over his body as she found herself losing control of the collection, her body pulled more and more from him. It wasn’t physical pleasure but more like the floodgates had opened and she couldn’t close them. “Yes, I’m going to fuck you hard.” His hand rubbed against her moistened slit and he finger-fucked her deep. Her hips moved to his rhythm and sensations coiled within her groin, dangerous sensations, ones she couldn’t allow. She had to get the desert man out of her mind. Thoughts of him were turning her on. She was in control and could stop in time. She wouldn’t make a mistake like last time. “Yes,” she breathed. “More.” “You want that?” “Yes.” He moved his hand in the most amazing way. While she demanding more of him, she tugged on his pants and pulled them down over his hips, exposing his cock for her attentions. By the fierceness in her movements, he would understand her need. Although he would mistake it only for sexual desire, not the duty of a demon harvesting chi. “Ah, yeah,” he said into her neck. “You want it bad. Don’t you?” She felt his tongue licking her, teeth biting her and her knees quivering. “Yes,” she breathed. Except not what you think. His coil of pleasure began to intensify and rise. This was where Valdon had said to be careful. The rush of chi from her prey was entering her. At the time of his orgasm she needed to stop immediately or she would reach his inner core level. She knew his desire was mounting. Prolong the pleasure and the collection of chi would be greater, Valdon had said. Sweet torture. “And I’m going to make you come,” Austin said. No! She moaned too close to the verge of an orgasm. Her body stiffened and she pushed him away. That would surely kill him. “Something wrong?” He looked at her, worried. “Don’t want to come yet.” She smiled. “Fuck me now.” He didn’t take the time to remove his pants, just dug into his pocket for a condom and slipped it on, then lifted her ass up on the table, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Her cowboy boots were still on and her skirt was up around her waist. He rammed hard into her cunt. His groans matched hers, along with their breathing. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she let him plunge his cock inside her and, at the same time, pump his lifeforce energy in her. “Hurry,” she ordered. She worried she was approaching the edge of danger. She had to finish him, not wanting to think of the consequences.

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“Oh, God,” he yelled. Grabbing her hips, he thrust harder and deeper. She was captured in his grip, her breasts quivering with each thrust. She tried to relax her body, fighting the flow of chi spiraling into her. “Oh, no, don’t.” “Don’t stop?” “Hurry.” “Don’t worry, I won’t stop.” He thrust harder and let out a groan as his cock pulsed and his body shuddered in orgasm. At the same time Sakari planted the heels of both boots on his shoulders and kicked him away. Stumbling, he tried regaining his balance, then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor. Sakari stared down at the motionless naked man. No, no, no. Not again. Didn’t she learn anything from Zorian’s training? Kneeling down, she rested her ear to his chest to listen for a heartbeat. “Is he dead?” a man’s voice asked. Sakari screamed and spun around, standing, half undressed. “Dante! What are you doing here?” “I need you. There’s a problem in the desert. Get dressed.”

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Chapter Five What problem in the desert? Sakari had a problem right here. She dropped to her knees beside Austin and noticed the rise and fall of his chest. She sighed in relief, brushing the hair out of his face. “He’s okay. Just passed out.” She looked up at Dante. “What happened in the desert?” She got up and put her clothes back in order then approached Dante and examined his face and arms. Thin bloody slashes and cuts crisscrossed his skin. She touched his cheek with the back of her fingers. “Had a little trouble with the natives,” Dante said with humor. “What the hell happened to you?” “While I was with a Kithra, I was attacked by a shapeshifter.” “A Drone?” She couldn’t imagine a Drone doing something like that. “No, a human shifter. Can’t afford drawing any more attention to ourselves after your first incident.” “I didn’t mean to kill that hiker.” Sakari clenched her teeth, trying to regain her composure. Dante pointed to Austin who was moaning and slowly moving. “Almost did a repeat.” She glared at him. “Can’t kill any more Kithra and must protect the portal. The demoness has summoned me to return and I don’t have time to deal with an unconscious mortal man.” “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Take him home so I can return to Anartia. I took the female home. I think it best you deal with the man.” “I’ll have to go through the portal alone?” Dante huffed and rolled his eyes. “Traveling though the portal is safe as long as you have your nebula stone. You’ll get used to it.” “My sister had her stone when she entered.” Sakari’s sister had traveled between portals on Prygos as a messenger for the rulers, when her stone must have been lost during her journey. She never returned. “But it slipped from her neck and was probably damaged. That’s the only explanation.” Dante was losing his patience. “Hold the stone in one hand when you enter and you won’t have that problem.” “And what about…” She inclined her head toward Austin. He groaned.

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“At least you didn’t kill this one.” Dante placed a hand on her shoulder. The tone of his voice softened. “Get him up and let’s go.” “I have to take him home.” “Then do it. Time’s wasting.” Dante walked toward the stairs. “Where’s the man, the shifter?” Sakari asked. “By the portal. He was still unconscious when I left. If someone starts looking for him there…” “Could someone find it?” Another moment of uneasiness reminded her of the difficult duties as a Drone. Not only did she have to worry about harming her Kithra but she had to provide a continuous supply of bio-energy to Anartia and protect the location of the portal. Dante shrugged. “Some mortals sense the energy of the vortexes and a vortex aligns with this portal but no one can get through it without the nebula stone. However, I’d prefer to keep the area secure.” Austin struggled to sit up, appearing like an intoxicated customer. Sakari pointed at Austin. “Fine. We’ll take him home. Let’s go.”

***** After dropping Austin off at his apartment, she said little to Dante on the drive into the desert. The stark Arizona night was a welcome change after being exiled for a thousand years on the isolated world of Anartia. The air was dry, cool, with a rich organic fragrance unlike any Sakari was familiar with on Anartia, or could remember on Prygos. She was surprised she could remember anything about her home. In the distance a thunderstorm lit up the sky. Would Prygos be the same after all this time when she returned? She gazed out the window. Jagged bolts of lightning crisscrossed the black sky and violent cracks of thunder shook the car. Was the shaking caused by the thunder or earthquakes? Since she arrived on Earth more and more of these storms hit the area. “Are these storms normal for Earth?” Dante glanced at her as if she was crazy. “No, it’s not normal for this area. Not this bad.” “I haven’t lived here long enough to know what’s normal.” “I have and this isn’t normal for Arizona.” “Can the storms harm Anartia?” He didn’t respond for a while, then finally spoke. “Anartia is causing the storms. It’s Tarik’s experiments. He may end up destroying us before he frees us. His projects are draining the core energy from Anartia.” “Anartia used to be a paradise. Doesn’t he realize what he’s doing?”

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“Anartia can’t stay in this dimension much longer without consequences.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugged. “Tarik could explain it. What’s important is the demoness won’t tolerate a Drone who doesn’t provide. Understand?” Sakari nodded. What else has Dante learned during his offerings to Gwyllain? He could easily manipulate information out of her. Being the demoness’s favorite had other benefits like telling him things that she wouldn’t dare tell the other Drones. “Let’s find the shifter before he’s found wandering around or someone reports him missing.” “Shifter? You didn’t mention what kind of shifter.” “A leopard. I’ve only seen one other like him. These shifters can cause a lot of trouble.” Now she understood why he wanted help. Could this night get any worse? Pulling the car off the main road, she drove onto hard-packed ground and found a place to park about a mile and a half from the highway behind a group of juniper trees. They got out of the car and started walking. “This way,” Dante said. “It’s not far from the portal. That’s why I’m concerned.” She followed him, unease building in this midnight task. The lightning had stopped for the moment. Was the storm over or had Tarik ceased his experiments for a time? She scanned vast expanses of desert draped in ghostly moonlight. Tree branches, bushes and grasses were coated in an ashen white glow. “It’s very peaceful here,” Sakari said nervously. Without the incessant sound of rough seas battering the rocky cliffs and the demoness yelling her demands, this part of Earth was quite peaceful and pleasing despite having to deal with a human shapeshifter. “Why do we need to worry about this human shifter? Is he stronger than most humans?” “Arizona was quite different a hundred and fifty years ago when I lived here,” Dante said, his voice distant. Was Dante completely ignoring her question or did he not know? They were close to the portal now, she could feel the magnetic pull. As they continued to walk, the energy eased. They were moving beyond it. At least the shapeshifter wasn’t right on top of the portal. “How has the area changed?” “More people.” She could sense something in him had changed. His cold, hard-as-steel manner had softened. “Is there anything you miss from back then?” Dante looked at her, his brown eyes clouded for a moment as if his thoughts were faraway and he didn’t speak for several moments. Straightening, he said, “I hope he’s still alive.”

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Sakari stopped walking. “You said he was injured. Now you think you may have killed him? Was that why the demoness made you into a slave for a time?” Dante laughed. “No. I know how not to kill Kithras. That’s not why she made me her slave. I’d lost my nebula stone. A year ago, a human stole it from me and it’s still missing.” She shook her head. “What can a human do with the stone?” “They could travel to and from Anartia if they can find the portals.” “Dante!” a male’s voice called from behind them. They spun around, confronting the new presence. Valdon stood several yards away. A blond shadow dressed all in black. “What the hell are you doing here?” Dante asked him. “The demoness has grown impatient and awaits the presence of her favorite Drone,” he said with an annoyed tone. “She doesn’t want to be kept waiting. Obviously, you don’t know how to stay out of trouble.” Dante stiffened. “This is a complicated situation and—” “And I will take care it and assist the new Drone.” He patted Sakari on her shoulder in a condescending manner. “Tell me what happened.” Dante gave him a sharp look, then explained about how he was attacked by a mortal shifter during his collection of chi. “He’s not the first mortal I’ve seen who could shift.” He motioned Valdon to follow him around a cluster of juniper trees. “I left him over here. He was unconscious.” “There!” Sakari ran over to the man who was half naked, muscular and very handsome. The same man she’d seen earlier, this time smelling of sweat, blood and earth. Thankfully, she’d drawn away any memories of their first meeting when she left him. He wouldn’t remember her. Unconscious and injured, the man still appeared powerful and dangerous. An appealing tug went straight through her, slamming her up against an invisible wall. No matter how beaten he was, she desired him now, his naked body pressed to her. She ached to feel him inside her. The sensual need continued to build in her. She needed a release she thought she could never get with a mortal. The intensity of the lust and her reaction to this man surprised her. Did Drones have these feelings for their Kithra? She hesitated to ask Dante. Standing beside the man, she saw his lips part as he took in a breath. Her pussy quivered. Wake up. I want you inside me. She closed her eyes and imagined him taking her hard. His swollen cock, ramming and thrusting inside her cunt. She wanted him, like nothing she’d ever wanted before. Was she insane? Obsessed? If she had this strong a response, she didn’t dare take him as her Kithra. If she fucked him, she’d end up killing him.

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“Sakari!” Dante said, giving her an odd look. Could he see inside her thoughts? Drones could only read mortals’ thoughts, not other Drones’. Dante held his gaze on her as if he didn’t trust her. “You’re wasting time.” “He’s not moving. Did you kill him?” Valdon asked. “The demoness will not be pleased if you did.” Dante gave him a wry smile. “I can handle the demoness and the guy’s not dead. I just stunned him. We could kill him if we had to. Out here in the desert no one would know.” “No!” Sakari shouted. She went into her slave mode and knelt beside the injured mortal. On Anartia she occasionally had to attend Drones when they returned from Earth injured. Obtaining chi for the demoness was sometimes a dangerous task. She smoothed her hand over his forehead and the male stirred. Well-sculpted chest and arms were covered in sand and bits of grass. Bloody claw marks crisscrossed his arms and chest. “Dante, did you have to? Look at his wounds.” Valdon shook his head in disgust. “No, Sakari, we won’t kill a mortal because Dante lost control and attacked him.” Dante paced. “He attacked me first.” A pain twisted inside her, feeling the pain from his wounds transferred to her. “I doubt it was necessary,” she said, her voice hardening. “It was.” Sakari raised the man’s arm and noticed some bruising besides the scratches. The man didn’t awaken. “Why didn’t you subdue him with thoughts?” “He caught me off guard. No time,” Dante said. “I bet,” she said, anger making her shake. Her hands continued over his arms, shoulders, chest and down to his abdomen trying to sense for any injuries. Her gaze darted to his groin and her body temperature kicked up a few degrees. “What’s he wearing?” Around the man’s waist, he had on an animal fur of some kind. “You need to leave,” Valdon said to Dante. Dante ignored him. “I think the fur has to do with the animal he shifted into,” Dante answered Sakari, sounding impatient. “He was a leopard.” “A leopard?” Valdon asked, distracted from his power struggle with Dante for the moment. She tried imagining this man shifting into a leopard. Then her mind drifted to him coming to her bed in her private chamber on Anartia. Where she could have a man, give herself completely to him in every way without concern for the loss of chi. What was it like to have a man without fear when getting personal could mean his life, or the death of her alternative world? It had been so long since she felt so drawn to a man like that. “Never make it personal,” Valdon always said. What if she did? “If you can’t keep your hands off the mortal, then jerk him off and get some chi out of it,” Dante said, leaning up against a rock, his arms crossed. 41

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“We were driving back to town and saw a commotion off the side of the road,” Valdon said. “We stopped. Must have seen the animal attack.” “Must have,” Brad pursed his lips together. It didn’t look like he believed their story. “I think it was a coyote. Weird. There was a guy though, having sex.” Valdon shot her a look and she quickly thrust a thought toward Brad’s mind, a sensual image of her and him lying on the sand naked with Valdon observing and jerking off. “What other guy?” she asked. Brad rubbed his forehead and looked around. “Never mind. My mistake. And what happened to the other guy who was with you?” “Had to leave,” Valdon said. Brad made a face as if he didn’t like the answer but thought it better not to ask why. Valdon glanced at her and gave her a slight nod of approval. She let out a breath of relief. Then the sparkle in Valdon eyes gave her an unmistakable message. He wanted her to seduce Brad. Here? Now? At least distract him more with her thoughts so he wouldn’t remember the fight with a shapeshifting coyote. She gave Valdon an understanding glance but this mortal had already proven he would remember. Her powers weren’t dependable for controlling his memory. What was different about this human? Still she needed an offering because she’d lost so much during the incident with Austin. She had Valdon to assist her if things went bad like they had with Austin. Then she reached out with her thoughts and touched his mind. Sakari formed a clear image of her and Brad deep in the throes of passion. Right there in the middle of the desert, naked, arms and legs meshed, lips pressed together. Heated flesh pleasuring each other in wicked ways. She and Brad entangled on the ground, hands, fingers exploring, muscles tense, bodies straining. Then he was straddling her face, knees pressed in the soft sand while she eagerly took the full length of his cock into her mouth. The details of the seductive images were getting her worked up. Caught up in her own mental picture, trapped by her own bait, her pussy quivered. She tensed. How could she possibly have sex with a man like Brad and not have an orgasm? If she had sex with him now, she didn’t know if she could stop her body from finally indulging in the senses. Look at him, she wanted to shout. Every nerve wanted to scream she was on the edge of an orgasm. She stroked across his chest in slow, rhythmic arcs, moving lower, sliding beneath the fur to grasp his engorged cock. All this was just in her mind and apparently in Brad’s too. Beneath the leopard fur was a sign of his arousal. He gripped the seat of the motorcycle and stared over his shoulder at her with a lustful but confused look. Moisture dampened her panties with the seduction of this Kithra. Engaged in her imagination, Brad’s hand spread her thighs, lubricated his fingers with her fluids and worked her clit, making it plump and harden. A whimper escaped her lips and she tried to cover it by clearing her throat.

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He locked eyes with her, like a predator ready to pounce. Who was the predator here? She didn’t care that Valdon was there, he could watch. She didn’t give a damn. She would take Brad now. His pleasure, not hers, was what she had to focus on. But her clit throbbed and her pussy muscles clenched, begging for attention. How did this seduction of a Kithra get so out of control so quickly? She didn’t care. She’d have him here, right now. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt. Valdon placed his hand over hers to stop her and continued to walk toward Brad. Sakari let her shirt fall back into place. Instead she tried to shake off the lust pulsing through her veins. God, she wanted him and wanted him bad. Looking pleased, Valdon approached Brad and grabbed his arm. “Come on, I’ll help you. The car’s over here.” Damn him. Valdon interrupted just as she had Brad fully tuned to her. She approached Valdon. “Why did you stop me?” she asked. “You were getting out of control and we need to get away from the portal.” Hell, she could’ve handled it once she got going. And she would’ve enjoyed it too. Maybe too much. Brad glanced over at Sakari. The lustful look he gave her also let her know her thoughts had reached him. “Wait. I have clothes with me.” He retrieved his boots from under the sage bush, and his clothes and helmet from the bike. “Bring the clothes. We should go,” Valdon said. They helped Brad into the red Mustang. When they got to the car, Sakari realized she was about to lose control again. She opened the back door and helped Brad in. She glanced at Valdon. “He’s in no condition to be my Kithra tonight,” she whispered. She told him she was terrified to take this one as her Kithra because she was immensely attracted to him. “This one has plenty of chi. Once you get home, try again. If you can safely obtain chi from this one, you’ll be able to handle anyone. Here’s your first test.” Worried that she couldn’t control herself, she planted her hands on her hips. “But he’s injured—“ “He’s practice. And you need a better offering.” “I’ll practice on a mortal who’s not semiconscious.” “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t let it get personal.” “I’ll do the demoness’s bidding.” But she didn’t like it. Sakari understood why, the more she looked at Brad. She was more attracted to him than any mortal she’d known since she had been on Earth. This was a situation she hadn’t thought she’d have to deal with. “Get in.” Valdon opened the back door for her. She shot him a scathing look before getting in beside her next Kithra.

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Chapter Six Brad got into the backseat of the car, praying the woman wouldn’t change her mind about giving him a ride home. His head was spinning and his body weak. She got in next to him which surprised him. The guy called Valdon drove. Frankly, he was surprised that she was letting him, a stranger, a naked stranger in a leopard fur, get into her car. Then again, she did have the bodyguard friend with her. “I appreciate the lift. I suppose you want me to explain this. I had clothes with me. I should’ve put them on first.” Valdon held them up. “We got them.” He adjusted the fur so it covered all the vital body parts. No need to scare the girl. Especially since the sight of her was giving him a bit of a hard-on. His sexual fantasies were out of control. He had sex on the brain. “You’d only have gotten blood on them,” Valdon said. “You can have someone drive you back tomorrow to get your bike.” “Right.” That sounded logical. Didn’t it? Brad shook his head, hoping the grogginess would pass. “Can you give us the directions to your house?” “Drive back to Sedona and I’ll direct you as we get closer.” Brad rested his head on the back of the seat and half closed his eyes, watching from beneath his lashes. The car drove along the empty highway. The whole situation seemed too Twilight Zone for him, or maybe he had a concussion. No emotion. No awkwardness, no suspicions from picking up a stranger in the middle of the desert in the early hours of the morning. What do you make of that? Something wasn’t right with his beautiful companion and their chauffer and he was going to find out what it was. “Where’d you get the fur? Are there leopards in the desert?” Sakari asked. Brad raised an eyebrow. Leopards in the Arizona desert? He laughed, thinking she was joking—she wasn’t. He stopped laughing and wondered if he was in trouble. “Where are you guys from?” They didn’t answer right away. Then she said, “I live in Sedona.” “You’re accent isn’t Midwestern.” “No, it’s not.” The finality of her response prevented him from pushing the issue. Being rude could get him dumped out on the highway. He caught the scent of her skin, soap with a citrus smell, and also of her arousal. His animal senses were still acute. Maybe that was why he kept thinking about having

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sex with her. He wasn’t normally a sex maniac, not any more than the average guy. After a shifting he retained some of his animal senses, including animal sex drive, for several hours. Then his mind drifted to thoughts about spreading her legs and lapping her cream while he buried a finger or two into her slick pussy. God, she was turning him on. His cock stirred and swelled. Easy soldier. Keep your mind off sex. What the hell is wrong with me? “The leopard pelt belonged to my father.” He stared out the window remembering the first time he put the skin on. He was only eleven. His mother did not allow Brad or his younger brother Jake to watch their father’s transformation or to attempt their own shift. The Norwegian anomaly had terrified her. Brad always wondered if she’d found out about his father’s abilities before or after they were married. His father noticed that Brad seemed drawn to the leopard fur and had told him that one day he would give that skin to him. The shapeshifting abilities of Eigi Einhamr descendants developed around the time of puberty. Brad’s mother probably hoped that her sons had not received the rare Norwegian gene. Brad and his brother rarely saw their father shift into his favored animal form—the wolf—because their mother was so freaked out by it. Jake was the one who snuck out of bed and saw their father shift into wolf form and also saw him shot by a hunter. His brother never accepted this gift as Brad had and they grew apart after their father was killed. “Was your father a hunter? Did he kill that leopard?” she asked, as they continued down the road, picking up speed. He didn’t understand why she wanted to know so much about the fur. His mind was foggy and he couldn’t stay focused. Not good. “No, my father wasn’t a hunter. He was killed by a hunter in a hunting accident.” “How did that happen?” “An illegal hunter at night thought my father was an animal.” “I’m sorry.” She winced. “What do you do in Sedona?” “I work as a physician’s assistant at the Hilltop Health Clinic. What about you?” He paused for a moment to see her reaction. Would she finally reveal something about herself? She sighed. “I bartend, waitress.” He nodded. Valdon didn’t offer any information about what he did and Brad didn’t ask. It still didn’t give him a clue as to why she and her friend were out in the middle of the desert at this hour. Just driving by? He didn’t believe that for a second. Well past midnight, there wasn’t a soul out on the road. His instincts told him to keep his guard up. He’d been taught that innocent looking people could be the most deadly. “You okay?” he asked her. His voice low so that maybe the big guy wouldn’t hear. “Sure. I’m fine.” She glanced at him, looking down at his groin area covered in fur. “Really fine.”

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“Good. Turn here.” He pointed to his street. Valdon made the turn and drove up the winding road, past single story houses. Most of the houses on this street were adobe style with white stucco and red barrel tiled roofs. Glancing sideways at her, Brad’s focus drifted down to her breasts for an instant. He rubbed his head with his hand. Looking out the front window, he pointed. “This is me on the right.” When they pulled up in front of his white stucco ranch house, Brad got out and balanced against the car. “Thank you. I really appreciate your help.” He hated leaving his bike out there but they were right, he was in no condition to drive. He started staggering to his door, when Sakari and Valdon hopped out of the car carrying his helmet and clothes. He saw Valdon glaring at the woman, giving her some silent message. Before he had a chance to consider what had passed between them, Brad’s thoughts shifted to images of him drawing her across his lap, his warm mouth pressing to hers in a kiss that had them clinging to each other. He’d thought about kissing her hard like that, he’d reach under her tee shirt and squeeze her breast, then slip beneath the bra to cup smooth, warm flesh. He tried to push the thoughts away but his mind continued to get right back on track. Was he that horny or delirious? All he knew was that he wanted nothing more than to pleasure her and he didn’t give a damn if her companion stood on the sidelines and cheered. He wanted to touch her breasts, stroke between her legs. Overcome with the possibilities of what he could do to her, he was heating up inside, aroused and hard. Sakari rushed up behind him. “You’ll need help with all those scratches. Some of them are pretty bad.” “No, I’m fine. I work at an emergency clinic. I can handle it.” He stumbled as he pulled his keys out of his boot and tried to open his front door. “You’re not fine.” Moving around him, Valdon put his arm across his back to support him, while Sakari snatched the keys from his hand and opened his door. Valdon led Brad to the couch and sat him down. “Sakari, why don’t you bandage him up? I’ll wait in the car. I have a couple of calls to make.” Valdon pulled out his phone. It sounded a little suspicious to Brad. If these people were planning to rob him, they wouldn’t find much in his house but a dog who was a good watchdog. Zeus was in the backyard barking. While she rubbed his neck, his gaze wandered to her mouth. He imagined her taking his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking the head and down the shaft… “A little early to be calling people, isn’t it?” Brad asked. The suspicious tone crept into his voice again. Valdon shrugged as he punched numbers into his cell and placed it to his ear. He waved them on with a flick of his hand.

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“I’ll be okay, Sakari. You don’t need to stay,” Brad said. She held his gaze as another wave of images flooded his mind. He closed his eyes but the detailed pictures remained, along with the sensations of touch and smell. She takes my whole cock into her mouth… “I can tend to your wounds—” And slides down my hardened shaft… “Bandage your cuts and ice the bruises.” Taking all of me into her mouth down to the root. “Okay,” he breathed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Hang on.” He got up and opened the back door and returned after a moment with his black Labrador retriever. “Zeus, meet Sakari,” Brad said as the dog stopped tugging on his chain to investigate the visitor. Zeus cautiously walked up to her and sniffed, whimpered, then backed up. “What’s with you, bud? He’s shy with strangers sometimes. I need to feed him and get him some water.” The furniture was sparse—only a couch, a table and a big-screen television. There was no dining table and chairs in the connecting dining room, but his house was clean, neat and painted in warm earth tones. “Have a seat,” Brad said. “Can I get you something to drink? Beer, soda, coffee?” “No, thanks.” She sat on the couch. Zeus gave her a short growl before following Brad into the kitchen. “Zeus, behave.” Moments later Brad returned and plopped down next to her, resting his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. “Are you going to tell me what you were really doing out there?” Sakari ignored his question and gently touched his forehead. “Are you all right?” “Yeah. Feel like I was in a barroom brawl and lost—” Then she placed a hand on his arm. “You look like you’re in pain.” “I’m fine.” “Yes, you look fine,” she said with an edge of sarcasm. He grinned, opening one eye and looking at her. He was about to ask her something when she interrupted. “Did you just move here?” He frowned as if confused. “No, I’ve been here a while.” “Your house looks so empty,” Sakari said referring to his minimal furnishings. He didn’t need much more right now. He’d plan to add stuff as he needed it. “Moved back about eight months ago. Retired from the military.” He didn’t look her in the eye, hoping she wouldn’t ask more questions he wasn’t prepared to answer or had to two-step around. “Then you must like it here if you returned.”

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He thought about that for a minute. The early morning hour and the bump on his head were slowing his thought patterns. Not good. He needed to stay sharp when there was a beautiful woman in his house under these strange circumstances. “Yes.” “Did you like the military?” He chuckled a little. “Interesting question. Can’t I get you a soda or something?” “No, thank you.” She remained on the couch, looking very sexy. Looking down at himself, he noticed dried blood, sand and grit on him. “If you’re going to hang for a couple minutes. I’m going to rinse off and put on a pair of shorts. I can’t bandage over dirt.” “Okay and I’ll be making friends with your dog.” In his bathroom, he removed the leopard pelt and jumped into the shower, wincing at the sting as water hit his wounds. Washing with soap and water, he managed to clean the worst of the dirt off his wounds. Then he dried off and collected a box of firstaid supplies—gauze, antibiotic gel, Band-Aids and peroxide. Taking a quick glance at himself in the bathroom mirror, he almost recoiled in horror. He looked as if he’d been in a boxing match—the losing end of one. The whole situation seemed surreal. He strode into the bedroom and draped his pelt over the bedroom chair, then dug into his dresser for a tee shirt and a pair of workout shorts, and slipped into the shorts. He carried out the tee shirt but didn’t put it on because the worst scratches were on his chest. He half expected to walk back into his living room to find it empty as if he’d only imagine Sakari as a product of his concussion. As was Valdon who was outside and the coyote who attacked him. Could they all have been the result of a head trauma? Maybe he fell off his bike and dreamed them all up. No, he had the claw marks to prove the animal attack. “Brad? You okay?” a sweet voice called from his living room. Not imagined. He should go in to the clinic to get his head x-rayed and get a tetanus shot. Tapping her foot on the floor, she looked up at him with a worried glance. How sweet and she doesn’t even know me that well yet. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I wanted to clean up a bit and get some clothes on.” “Sit,” she ordered in an impatient tone. He smiled. He hadn’t had a woman fuss over him in a while. It was kind of nice. Placing the box of first-aid items on the coffee table, he sat beside her. “I saw myself in the mirror. I look like hell.” “You look better without the fur on.” He grinned. “Yeah? Don’t care for the Tarzan look?” “Who?” He frowned. “Don’t know who Tarzan is?” She shook her head.

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“Where are you from?” “Sedona.” She opened the bottle of peroxide and poured it on a cotton ball and dabbed at his scratches. Brad didn’t wince. “Right. How long?” “Six months.” “And before that.” She didn’t meet his eyes. “Interesting question.” She squeezed some antibiotic gel onto Band-Aids and covered a wound. A deep one she covered with a square of gauze and taped it down. “Why not provide an interesting answer?” But she remained silent and stroked his arms and chest with the cool peroxide. Brad’s body was responding in ways he didn’t think possible during medical treatment. Each time she touched him, another erotic image drifted into his mind. Just as he was linking onto that thought form, she’d move on to the next wound. Then a new series of thoughts assaulted him along with a wave of sensual delights. He saw her naked standing at the edge of a cliff while he watched another man touching, licking and pleasuring her. His head lolled against the back of the couch and he focused on a point on the ceiling as she dabbed at his scratches with peroxide or antibiotic gel. He was enjoying this entirely too much. The pain had been forgotten ages ago. He didn’t know who she was or why she was in his house in the middle of the night except that she and her friend were kind enough to drive him home. And what was up with her friend waiting outside? He didn’t care as long as she kept touching him. Hiding his erection was nearly impossible when a vivid image of him pressing her down onto a grassy slope and fucking her hard flooded his mind. “Finished. Does it hurt?” she asked. “What hurt?” Had she been talking to him? Definitely needed to get his head x-rayed at the clinic. “Your wounds and bruises. Do they still hurt?” “Not much.” Not when you look at me like that. “Good.” The deep crease in her brows relaxed. Her fingers slid over the hard curves of his abdomen and chest. The flat of her thumb rubbed over his areolas and his body jerked from the sensitivity. When she started to pull her hand away, Brad stopped her and held her hand at his chest. “Feels nice, Sakar. He said her name like he was testing how it sounded. “A very sensual name. I like it.” His hands slid up her arms and his fingers laced into her hair. “Yes.” Moving closer to him, she rubbed her thigh against his. Her breasts rose and fell with deep breaths. He was so fucking horny and the look this woman was giving him said she wanted him. Who was he to argue? She had nice breasts and it didn’t look like she was wearing a bra. 50

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“You’re tempting me to hell here and I don’t know you. Perhaps we should get together again later this week under normal circumstances.” She shot him a glance full of sexual intent. Then her hand slipped down to his cock, resting it there. “Have me?” Sakari asked in a seductive whisper. “Okay,” he breathed as he leaned down and took her mouth, giving in to the lust that overpowered him. Her lips were warm and sweet, tasting slightly of expensive tequila. She kissed him back hard, her tongue thrusting deep, stroking. Fire stirred in his chest and eased to his cock. He took her whimpers as an invitation to do more, so he cupped her breast and squeezed. Moaning, she pressed against his hand. The visions were burning through his thoughts like a porno movie where he and Sakari were the actors, each scene becoming more intense. They were on that grassy cliff overlooking an ocean, touching, kissing, then ripping each other’s clothes off, then fucking… He looked into Sakari’s eyes at the dark, sinful lust in them as she tugged on his shorts, getting them halfway down his hips, then yanked her tee shirt over her head. He accepted the invitation and took a nipple into his mouth and at the same time, slid his pants off. “What are you doing to me?” he asked as he moved to her other nipple, clamping down lightly with his teeth. She smiled, then her smile faded a bit. Fear flashed in her eyes. “I can do this.” Was he going too fast for her? He sat up and stroked her hair. “We can stop. What do you want?” “You.” She began to work him, pumping his cock in her fist. An alarm went off in his head considering the reality of the strange events of the night. Just being paranoid. But with the way she was working him, rational thinking would be dealt with in the morning. He murmured something incoherent as her mouth slid over his cock. When the tip of the head rubbed against the back of her throat, his balls tightened up and he raised his hips. “Better slow up a little there, or I’ll be coming in a moment.” “No, don’t come yet. You must make it last.” She sat up. “I’ll do my best,” he said, his lips brushing against her neck as he unbuttoned her skirt. The yellow lace panties were pretty but he didn’t want them on either. In one swift movement he slid off both. “I need to get protection from the bedroom.” “Not yet.” She knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth again. “Yes,” Brad said. Damn, how was this happening? I just picked this woman up in the desert in the middle of the night. Rather, she picked me up. “I won’t hurt you,” she added. Brad gave a short laugh. “I’m not injured that badly. Just some cuts and scrapes.” As much as he was enjoying her mouth on his cock, the pressure building in his groin was going to finish him off soon. Lifting her up, he pressed her down on the couch.

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“My turn.” Hovering over top of her, he spread her legs and touched her pussy with his fingertips. “Oh.” She moaned and raised her hips, then pushed his hand away. “Let me pleasure you,” Brad said against her mouth, brushing her with a kiss. Her eyes widened. “I won’t do anything you don’t want,” Brad added, waiting for her approval. One minute she all over him like a sex goddess, the next, she was hesitant and pulling away. His Eigi Einhamr skills may have faded since his accident but there should be nothing wrong with his lovemaking skills. He’d never had a problem in pleasuring a woman and bringing her to orgasm. Going down was his specialty. Give him the opportunity and he’d have her screaming with pleasure. Her eyes held hesitation, so he slowed his pace. Before she knew it, she’d be begging him to make her come. Keeping her legs spread and exposed, he didn’t touch her. Let her anticipate the touch and wonder when and how he would touch her there. Instead he used his mouth on her neck just below her ear, using his tongue and gave her a little nip. She shivered and moaned, her hands roaming his hips, his back and down to his ass. Then his mouth moved slowly down her body, sucking her nipples, tugging on them. Sakari’s sudden inhalation and moan let him know exactly what she liked. The flood of sexual images that he’d been getting since he was in the desert finally stopped and he could focus on what he was doing and his own reality of pleasure, not a vivid daydream. Using his hands to massage and squeeze her breasts, he continued to suck them. She stopped her own stroking. Her hands hung limply at her sides, totally involved with her own pleasure. “You like this, don’t you?” “I never knew it could be this good.” Trailing his mouth over her abdomen, he moved down to part her moist folds and circled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Dragging his tongue back and forth over her most sensitive bud, made her body shudder. “Oh, yeah, you like that.” Brad slipped a finger inside her cunt and Sakari arched her back. “It’s good. I can’t.” “Yes, you can. Come for me. Then I’ll make love to you.” She bolted upright and had him on his back. How the hell did she do that? Martial arts? “I’ll get a condom.” “In a minute.” Kneeling between his legs, she took his cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. She leaned over and gently sucked one testicle into her mouth as she stroked the hard length. A drop of pre-cum seeped out and her thumb rubbed it over the head. “I want to be inside you.” His voice low and husky. “Soon.” 52

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She deep throated him again just as he was about to lose it. She seemed to sense it and stopped. Gripping his shaft almost painfully until the throbbing eased, she went down again. This time she moistened her finger and pressed it at his anal opening. He groaned. “Sakari, I’m on the edge here.” He sucked in a breath as she gripped him again, stopping the climax. “God, I want to make love to you.” Gripping her wrists he tried to draw her up to him but he didn’t have the strength. “Now.” Her mouth slipped up and down in a quick rhythm, giving him the sensation of fucking her. He had no strength left to resist. The orgasm pulsed through him. He felt his seed shoot into her mouth. After several moments, she raised her head and smiled. “You’re okay, right?” Darkness rolled in from the edges of his vision and soon he couldn’t remember anything.

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Chapter Seven Early the next morning, Sakari arrived at the entrance to the portal with Valdon. She’d left Brad sleeping peacefully. All she’d wanted to do was curl up next to him, feel his warmth beside her through the night. Instead, she had to drive out to the desert with Valdon and return to Anartia. The demoness wouldn’t wait for her offering. The scent of the sea flowed through the portal from Anartia mingling with the desert air. Leaving her car parked far off the road, she rushed toward the gateway between two worlds. Tiny lizards skittered across the cool sand. And a pair of crows perched in a tree silently watched them pass. She suspected peaceful was not the state of Anartia. And calm was not how the demoness Gwyllain would greet her when she returned. Like a massive magnet, the vortex charged the air with an invisible current, drawing her closer. Its energy swirled like a horizontal tornado. The nebula stones unlocked the gateway for passage. The ground rose to a grouping of boulders overlooking a dried-up riverbed. The portal was invisible at the base of the ten-foot-high rock formation but its magnetic pull disoriented her. As she got closer Valdon stopped and glared at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I feel dizzy.” She held her hand to her head, waiting for the moment of discomfort to pass. “It’s the portal’s location. Tarik placed this one in the middle of an energy vortex to conserve energy by using natural forces from this planet. The vortex amplifies the portal without draining energy from Anartia. The dizziness is caused by the conflicting energies. It should pass.” She nodded. “Let’s go then. I want to return as soon as possible.” Traveling through the portal with Valdon would give her some comfort. The sooner she got the trip over with the better. She also wanted to see Brad again. But did she dare? She had managed not to harm him. Zorian’s training had worked. The thought of transferring her collected chi through a sexual encounter with Tarik gave her an odd feeling. This was her job, why should she feel awkward about it. She had never been swept away by the sexual attentions of a man before. In the past while she was a slave, she would find pleasure with slaves, or another Drone when her body demanded release. And for a time, she even indulged in Zorian’s masterful skills. What she and Zorian had was never more than a friendship. In those heated moments, she would submit to his scorching attentions, pushed beyond her limits. From intimidation, to pleasure, to pain, she proved that she could remain neutral, enjoying some of their sessions and numb to others. She later learned the reasons for 54

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their repeated encounters were quite different. She only wanted to prove to him and herself that she could be a good Drone, by never crossing the line in feeling emotion. But Zorian wanted to uncover those emotions and feelings and connect to her. She realized this when he suggested she move into his chamber. She didn’t believe Zorian had been truly in love with her but he was hurt when she’d turned him down. Now he wasted his time on the one Drone who showed the least amount of emotion or caring for anyone—Dante. Zorian was setting himself up, loving what he couldn’t have. Keeping emotions out of her work, is what made life as a Drone easier. She could take pleasure with Brad if she kept her feelings and emotions out of it. As she approached the portal, Valdon yelled, “Stop!” “Now what?” “Where’s your nebula stone? Are you crazy? You can’t enter the portal without it.” Her hand flew to her throat, searching for her pendant. “Oh, no, it’s gone. I must’ve dropped it.” She looked down on the ground and started retracing her steps. “It’s probably at that mortal’s house.” Thinking about what she had done to Brad, the pendant’s clasp could’ve slipped. “Can’t I go through without it? I should be safe if I hold onto you.” The nebula stone was a navigating tool as well as a mini conduit to direct energy from Anartia to each Drone and servant. That energy provided the lifeforce that maintained immortality. She couldn’t be without it for very long. “It’s risky. Lose your grip and you’ll never return to Prygos. You’ll be trapped between dimensions forever. Even if you’re not killed, Gwyllain will be furious if you return without it. Dante lost a stone and the demoness nearly eliminated him— permanently.” Sighing deeply, her shoulders sagged knowing she had to go back and find the stone and that the demoness would be furious when she returned late. “She’ll punish me anyway.” “Then come back with me to give your offering and I’ll bring you back later so you can locate your stone. And you’d better find it.” Valdon turned without another word, grabbed her arm and walked toward the portal’s entrance. As he placed his hand over his stone, he pulled them both through. After several moments of swirling blackness and some dizziness, Sakari’s vision cleared and she found herself standing at the edge of a high rocky cliff. Below, fierce ocean waves beat against the rocks, spraying a salty mist high into the air. The sky was turbulent with gray clouds and the wind threatened to blow her and Valdon over the edge. He pulled her away from the precipice. A rumble of thunder echoed through the roiling black clouds. “This doesn’t look good,” Valdon said, looking up at the sky. “Must be a shortage of chi again.”

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The fierce ocean winds swept upward over a wide grass field toward a large stone building. The structure, with its marble columns and stairs resembled the Greek Parthenon. A sense of anxiety hit her. The amount of offering she had would not be enough. “How can the state of Anartia be bad when all the Drones are working at the same time?” she asked. Usually they cycled a few at a time while the rest remained on Earth. The demoness could only accept so many offerings at once. Valdon shrugged. “I don’t understand the workings of Anartia any better than you.” Zorian was waiting for Sakari halfway down the hill, his blue-gray eyes fixed on her with disapproval. Beside him, the air appeared denser, stirred with an occasional spark, difficult to see but Drones knew what to look for. Zorian had been entertaining the demoness. The residual energy surrounded him. Zorian shook his head. “You’re late. And you didn’t acquire much lifeforce energy from that mortal. What were you doing with him all this time?” “He was too strong-willed and injured.” She silently cursed herself for yet another failure. Would Zorian buy her excuse? She wanted to return to see Brad again, wanted him as her Kithra. She could have him many times if she was skilled like Dante. “To subdue him would’ve taken too much time.” Zorian didn’t comment. “Why is Anartia in this state?” Sakari asked looking around. “All the Drones are working, the demoness must be busy.” “She is very busy, taking two, three or more at a time,” Zorian said. “She and Tarik haven’t had much time together because of that. He’s been busy working on his new project.” “Will the demoness punish me? Is she displeased?” “Perhaps she will be displeased with both of us. I’m supposed to assist new Drones when necessary,” Zorian said. “You’ve had a few…inconsistencies.” She winced. His gaze softened. “Don’t worry. She’s too busy to worry about one Drone’s difficulties. You’ll get better.” “I’ve learned much about Earth’s culture during the thousand years in exile but little about how to live among the people as a Drone. I only know how to be Gwyllain’s slave.” Zorian sighed wearily. “Valdon and Dante agreed to assist you.” His words should have given her comfort. Valdon and Dante were both Drones and guardians to new Drones. They were also not among the original exiles from Prygos. They’d been assimilated from Earth. A few Drones had been forced into exile with the demoness and her consort. The idea of having a guardian supervise her prey and collection of chi filled her with cold and dread. “Is that necessary? Do I need looking after?”

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Zorian sighed, his eyes softened. “Drones that don’t provide, disappear.” The look she gave him must have shown her fear and doubt. Zorian stroked her hair like an uncle would his niece and smiled. “Come. Gwyllain and Tarik wait.” Resigned, she nodded, hooked her arm in Zorian’s and approached the entrance. Sakari hesitated as Zorian opened the massive wood door. The sound of breaking glass echoed loudly off the white marble floor and tall pillars. It was not a good sign. Past the foyer a large sunken pool took up most of the main hall. Several women and a couple of male servants wearing white tunics or partially naked knelt at the pool’s edge facing two lounge chairs. Gwyllain, in a sea-green metallic dress, lay on a chair shouting at the young woman scooping up the broken bits of glass. “Hurry, Natesa, clean this up.” Next to her Tarik was receiving a massage from one of the female slaves and ignoring his lover. The woman had a blue wrap around her waist but her breasts were bare. She kneaded Tarik’s shoulders and neck while he rolled his head and smiled. “Yes, that’s good. Gwyllain, you really do need to relax. Maybe a little time with Zorian—” “Can you not hear the state of Anartia and see? You’ve asked to decrease the numbers of our Drones and I have. We’ve ordered the ones remaining to increase their duty but Anartia is still in such a state.” Tarik gave her a pat on her arm. “A period of adjustment is needed while I work my experiments.” “Your experiments may destroy our world,” she snapped. Sakari looked at Zorian for assistance. “Maybe we should come back.” “Do not leave,” Gwyllain commanded. “If you were not once my personal servant, you would not exist right now. Come here.” Gwyllain shook her head as if Sakari was an incorrigible child. “Are you trying to destroy us all?” What could she say? It seemed like a week passed before Sakari could answer. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, she knew whatever she said would not be good enough or would only anger the demoness more. “I wish only to serve you, mistress. I have much to learn.” With a snort, Gwyllain ordered more wine from the servant seated at her feet. “I had to lose another of my servants, because of your incompetence,” Gwyllain said to Tarik. “First Dante and now Sakari. If you spent less time in your laboratory and acquired better quantities of lifeforce then I would still have my servant.” Gwyllain’s smile was mischievous. Tarik looked annoyed. “My experiments required more bio-energy and using the most superior Drones, like Dante, is necessary. At the same time we’ve had to release several Drones that haven’t performed well. All this in order to free Anartia.”

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Sakari wondered if release meant destroyed. Then a glimmer of hope eased into her mind. “I would be honored to serve as your servant again, mistress.” Gwyllain’s eyes blazed in anger. “Servants I don’t need. What I do need is all my Drones performing their duty.” Sakari didn’t dare ask why Tarik didn’t just assimilate new Drones from Earth to meet the energy needs of Anartia. The demoness must have guessed Sakari’s thoughts. “Tarik’s new plan to break Anartia free from exile requires us to decrease the number of Drones by half but increase the amount of life energy collected about three times.” Tarik merged science and magic to keep their fragile artificial world together, a world he’d helped create for him and Gwyllain as a secret love nest. They were all there because of Gwyllain’s infidelity to her ruler husband. And the ruler of Prygos was not a forgiving man. After discovering the affair, the island world was altered by the ruler’s scientists and was transformed into a prison. Not only of the demoness and her lover but of those believed to be loyal to her. “If you please, mistress. I have an offering to give.” She wanted to leave as soon as possible so that she could return and find her nebula stone. The demoness huffed, losing patience. “Tarik has other Drones waiting. You will have to wait your turn.” Tarik interrupted. “I may see Drones in any order I wish.” The demoness shot him an evil look. Sakari had always thought she preferred Anartia to Earth but now she couldn’t wait to return to Earth. “I’d welcome an offering from my new Drone, Sakari.” Tarik held out his hand to her. “Better now. Each moment the energy drains.” She was grateful to give her offering to Tarik. The male Drones had to deal intimately with Gwyllain. The thought made her cringe. Tarik could be stern but he wasn’t cruel. “Fine,” Gwyllain snapped. “Make the offering quick. Then show her to your lowerchamber as a warning to what happens to Drones who don’t perform.” Sakari understood. The demoness wouldn’t allow any more mistakes. In the thousand years exiled on Anartia, Sakari had never been to the subterranean chamber where Tarik worked. In the lower chamber humans were assimilated into Drones. The core controller was also located there and was responsible for collecting all the lifeforce essence and distributing it throughout Anartia. The Drones had to give their offering through sex with Tarik or Gwyllain, because they were energy conduits to the core. “Are you ready, Sakari?” Tarik asked in a commanding tone. His words went through her and thoughts of Brad suddenly entered her mind. She’d only just met this mortal. Why couldn’t she get him out of her mind when she was about to give her offering to Tarik? “Yes, of course, Tarik.” She took his hand and

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walked past the demoness whose attentions were on a male slave. He stood behind her stroking her shoulders, then sliding his hands into the top of her dress and fondling her breasts. Tarik smiled. “Come, Sakari. Let’s pleasure each other and replenish Anartia.” Sakari followed Tarik into his private chamber. “What happens in the lower chamber? The demoness forbids us from going there.” Tarik laughed. “Don’t fear. The core is where the energy is stored and distributed on Anartia. And my lower chamber is my laboratory where I am completing a project to release Anartia from the magnetic binds of Earth. Soon we’ll be home on Prygos.” Sakari sighed with relief. She always thought it was some sort of torture chamber the demoness used to punish the Drones or slaves who angered her. Tarik approached her and stroked her arms. “I will give you a tour later but now we have an offering to address.” He gazed at her with hungry eyes and began to untie her tunic. She stiffened and he sensed her hesitancy. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. You should’ve always been a Drone, not Gwyllain’s servant. Just relax.” Her tunic fell to the floor and she stood completely nude before him. Before he laid a hand on her, Gwyllain barged into the room. “Tarik, this Drone does not have a sufficient offering for you.” “How so?” Tarik restrained his annoyance. “I can sense the level of chi within her and it’s substandard. It’s a waste of time to give an offering without an adequate amount.” She glared at Sakari. The demoness had it in for her. “Yes but I wasn’t planning on taking long with this Drone. I have others today.” Gwyllain slithered over to her consort, touching his chest. “Others with better offerings. And when you are finished, if you are not tired, we will have time for each other. Don’t waste that time with a new inexperienced Drone.” “True.” Tarik slipped Gwyllain’s dress aside and sucked on a nipple. The demoness moaned in pleasure and pressed her thigh between his legs. “Send this Drone back to Earth. I forbid an exchange of offering with her.” It was a command. She said “Drone” like the word disgusted her. “Of course. We shall meet later.” He sucked her other nipple and his hand reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her dress. “Yes, later then,” the demoness said breathlessly. She slipped out of his grip and left the room. Tarik huffed and turned to Sakari, stroking her hair and looking at her with lust in his eyes. He lifted her tunic back onto her body, very slowly and tied it at her shoulder. Did Tarik look at all the Drones this way? “Shall I go?” Sakari asked. He nodded. “I guess you need to go back to obtain a better offering. Too bad. I’ve been looking forward to this for a very long time.”

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***** Sakari arrived on the other side of the portal still clinging to Valdon. The journey between worlds was unnerving enough with her nebula stone. Without the pendant, for those few seconds her life depended solely on another Drone. “It’s not lost,” she said, hoping she sounded convincing. “I’ll find it.” “Don’t take long,” Valdon said as he turned and disappeared back into the portal. When Sakari returned to her car, she spun tires along the rutty, abandoned road, swerving her Mustang onto the deserted highway. Punching the gas pedal, she got the car up to eighty mph. Fortunately, that early in the morning, there weren’t too many cars on the road. She would make good time getting to Brad’s place and retrieve her pendant. She’d used her powers to calm his mind and change his brain waves so that he’d fallen asleep. With any luck, he might still be sleeping. What worried her was that she was unsuccessful in altering his memory. He’d recognized her from their first encounter in the desert. Was she risking exposure by seeing him again? But then weren’t all the Drones risking exposure by luring victims with their bizarre sexual encounters? Drones were like succubi and incubi, energy predators and there would always be risks. As much as she was attracted to this mortal, continuing to use him as her Kithra was not very smart. He would eventually get suspicious that something odd was going on. That’s why Zorian recommended moving on to other quarry. But she had to get her pendant back. The punishment would be severe if she didn’t. She didn’t want to think about what Gwyllain would do if she failed. Tears stung her eyes. She was messing up again and after she did so well with Brad. She’d obtained the chi she needed and hadn’t killed him. She rubbed her itchy nose and sneezed. Then sneezed again and again. The car went off the road, dropped hard off the shoulder, spinning out on loose gravel. The car pitched to one side and jerked her against the door. Then she screamed as she heard the crunch of metal and shatter of glass. She bounced around inside the car. Moments later, at least it seemed like moments later, she opened her eyes. The sun was higher in the sky and brighter. Had she passed out? The world looked strange. The sky was growing trees and scrub brush and the desert had blue sand. Then she realized she was upside down and dangling from her seat belt. Groaning she tried to undo the belt but couldn’t reach the release. Damn, Gwyllain is going to be furious. Then she thought about the nebula stone. How was she going to get it now? Finally, she thought about her pretty red Mustang, dented, scratched and upside down. Dante helped her buy it. It was a present, something to smooth over her adjustment to her new life on Earth. He knew how she was fascinated by machinery and gadgets. Would he help her fix it now? She heard a whining sound, saw flashing lights and looked out her window. A man’s face peered in at her. She screamed.

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“It’s okay, miss. I’m a paramedic. We’re going to get you out. Are you hurt anywhere?” She shrugged. She reached for the button to roll down the window, or would that be rolling it up since she was upside down. With that thought, she started giggling and couldn’t stop. “Don’t cry, miss. You’ll be okay.” “I’m not crying, I’m laughing.” “Laughing? What’s so funny?” the paramedic asked, giving her an odd look. “Never mind. Can you give me a lift to my friend’s house?” He smiled. “No ma’am. I need to take you to the emergency center to make sure you’re okay.”

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Chapter Eight Shadowy images flashed in Sakari’s mind like dream fragments. A cool cloth wiped her face and arms. Then a sharp prick in her skin made her jump and she opened her eyes, blinking from the bright room. Two women were standing over her. For a moment she thought she was back on Anartia being attended to by slaves. “Where am I? What happened?” Sakari asked the young woman in a white coat and short blonde hair who had stuck the needle in her arm. The woman was extracting small tubes of her blood. Another woman wearing a white uniform wiped her forehead and a cut on her other arm with soapy water. Sakari flinched a little from the sting. “Hilltop Emergency Clinic,” the woman said without looking up or stopping what she was doing. “You were in a car accident. The PA will be here in a minute.” “Who?” “Physician’s assistant,” the woman said louder as if Sakari had a hearing problem. She placed a bandage on her arm from where she took blood. “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches,” said the other woman much older with wavy dark hair and long, thin features. “A couple of Steri-strips. You were lucky. They said your car flipped.” Sakari stared at her. “I’m Jan. I’m going to bandage your forehead now. It might sting a little.” She dabbed something on her forehead and it did sting, a lot. Sakari jerked away. The woman shook her head and clicked her tongue. “Try to hold still. I know it hurts.” “She’s awake now?” a male voice said. “Yes. I’ll get her chart and have her sign,” the older nurse said. “Be right back.” “Thanks,” the male voice said. The bright lights hurt her eyes and she couldn’t focus well yet. She heard the shuffle of the other women leaving. The room started coming into focus. Next to her on either side were other patients’ beds and nurses wandering around attending them. Brad moved next to her bedside. “I thought you were a dream,” he said. Her eyes widened and her heart jumped in her chest. “No, not a dream. What are you doing here?” He remembered her. How? The first time they’d met, she hadn’t collected chi but the second time, she had drawn the lifeforce from him. Her mental influences over him should’ve been stronger. Kithra were not supposed to remember after the collection of chi. How much did he remember? What’s different about this mortal?

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He gave her a knowing smile and a bold stare that told her, he remembered everything. “I’m Brad Montag, a physician’s assistant. Remember me?” Beneath his professionalism, his eyes flashed with unmistakable lust. She couldn’t deny the response her body was having. Her eyes lingered on his mouth. Thoughts of his firm lips and tongue pleasuring her filled her mind. Perhaps she could claim this male as her Kithra again without causing him harm. Why move on to another male when this one pleased her so? “Yes, I remember. I need to leave here.” “Are you feeling any pain?” “Headache but not too bad. A little sore here and there.” He smiled. “Sore where?” She pointed to the cuts. He explained the tests they were doing—X-rays and blood tests. “So far everything has come back normal. Surprising considering you flipped your car.” “How do you know that?” “The paramedics. How are you feeling? You look pale all of a sudden.” “I’m fine.” Except the demoness would have her executed when she returned without her nebula stone. “Nice car, they said,” Brad added. “Not too badly damaged. I have a friend who does body work and repairs if you need a name.” “Thanks. I love that car. It’s what made the adjustment of moving here easier.” “From where?” “I really need to go.” She was looking for a way to get out. Would anyone stop her if she got up and tried walking out? “If your X-rays are fine, I can release you.” “When.” Her smile was more like a grimace. He had no idea the kind of trouble she was in with the demoness. “Soon.” Brad reached into his pocket. “I think this is yours. You left it.” He swung her nebula stone at the end of its leather cord. She thought her heart would stop. “Can I put it on?” Her hands were shaking. If he had been near the vortex with the nebula stone, he would’ve been transported to Anartia. She didn’t want to think of that implication. “Sure. I’ll help you.” He hooked the necklace around her neck. She hoped he didn’t notice her huge sigh of relief. “I’ll check on the X-rays.” She nodded, then noted she was clasping and unclasping her hands. Slipping her hands under the sheet, she slid them under her thighs. “Maybe sooner if I’m lucky?” she asked. “Maybe dinner when you feel better?” “Perhaps.” She smiled and couldn’t take her eyes off him. 63

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“You’re smiling so I guess I’ll see you at the Red Rocks Bar and Grill.” She frowned. How did he know? “Your medical chart,” he answered her unasked question. “You’re in the computer.” She nodded. Employee physical. About an hour later, Brad came over and said, “You’re free to go. Can I call someone for you? Family member, friend?” She thought a moment. Who could she call? Haley was taking a class today. She was her only friend. He frowned and looked sad. “Hang on.” Moments later he returned. “I can take my lunch break and give you a lift. Beats paying for a cab.” She needed to get home and this was the fastest way. “Okay.”

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“Who then?” “Don’t know.” He was confused. “Why do you have photos of people you don’t know? The frames?” “No. They remind me of my family, I guess. Sounds silly, huh?” This woman was a real puzzle. “Where’s your family?” A look of worry crossed her face and then she looked away. Now, he was concerned. What was she hiding? Worse. Who was she hiding from? He was almost afraid to hear any of the answers. “They’re faraway.” “Hmmm. When did you see them last?” She wouldn’t make eye contact with him but at least she was still talking. “Long time ago. Have time for a soda?” “Hmmm. Can’t, my lunch break is up,” he said. She was done talking. Either she was running from the law or in witness protection. Or maybe the war had made him overly paranoid. “I’d like to call you and do dinner. Is that okay?” She smiled and met his eyes again. The worry gone for now. “Can I ask you a question before I go?” “Sure.” There was an edge of hesitation to her voice. “When I first met you in the desert, how did you do the disappearing act? I found your dress and shoes beneath a tree but no sign of you, no car…” “Some questions are better left unanswered.” He laughed. “Right. Like a magician who won’t tell how the trick is done?” She didn’t answer. “I’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

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demoness would prevent her from seeing anything other than the small area of Arizona. A hand over the nebula stone made sure it was in place. She looked toward the red rocks and drew in all surrounding energy to initiate her shift. Her muscles tensed painfully, then relaxed to where she thought her legs wouldn’t hold her. The shift was even more painful this time because of her accident. Then she collapsed onto the floor. Violent tremors coursed through her body while the change took place. She stretched her wings and talons, becoming accustomed to her falcon body. Testing her wingspan, the falcon flapped her narrow, curved wings and flew up to perch on the railing. Gripping her claws, she crouched as if ready to take off but then stood tall, folding her wings at her sides. Looking left and right and straight ahead, her acute vision allowed her to see details of the mountain and valley before her. Her vision was two and half times sharper than a human’s and her sense of smell was keen. Outdoor smells assaulted her with a lush earthy fragrance, flowers from wild blooms, plants and trees, a human. A man was taking an afternoon jog up one of the trails. She could smell his sweat. Time to go. She’d stalled long enough. Crouching down on the railing, keeping her eyes on her prey, she lifted off the balcony. Silently, she dipped down low over the man. Alone on the trail, he found his way uphill through thick trees and underbrush. He was in his twenties. Sweat glistened on his skin, outlining his muscles. She circled overhead, a predator studying her prey. One more offering for the demoness. Maybe she wouldn’t be as angry with her after all. As soon as he came to a dense area, overgrown with trees and grasses, the falcon drew her wings close to her body and dived for the man. The wind whistled by her and ruffled the feathers around her face. She stretched out her claws and hit the man behind his shoulder blades and knocked him off his feet. He lay there stunned. After a few moments, he slowly rolled over and looked up into Sakari’s eyes, now human and naked, her Drone influences already working on his mind. He tried to sit up but she put up a hand and he lay back down, his eyes focusing on her breasts and her pussy. She knelt down beside him and noticed the evidence of his arousal. His dark hair was tied in a ponytail and she reached around and slipped the elastic out. “Touch my breasts, I know you want to,” she said as she spread his hair out. Brad’s hair was the same color but shorter. A pang of guilt hit her. An emotion strange and unexpected for a Drone. The man blinked and started to rise. “Who are you and why did you hit me?” Sakari returned her focus on the man and sent him another sexual image of him fucking her and his eyes fluttered closed. His cocked twitched under his running shorts. She had to make this fast and couldn’t afford a mistake. With thoughts of Brad, she had no desire to have sex with this Kithra. What a failure of a Drone she’d become. Without touching him, she mind-fucked him in explicit detail with a stream of sexual images, each one more intense. He rocked his hips as though she was taking his

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hard cock into her mouth, sucking him deep, licking the head and gliding up and down his shaft. He groaned and grabbed on to her imaginary head to guide her but she was standing beside him. The dream she was giving him was lucid and real to him in every way. In his dream, a Drone’s creative dream, he imagined her straddling his hips and guided his cock into her wet channel. The images she sent to this male were vivid and intense but she wasn’t wet or aroused. She was an observer. Do other Drones ever have this problem? Becoming distracted by a Kithra could be dangerous while she was attending to another quarry. But she couldn’t get the other Kithra, Brad, out of her mind. Reaching orgasm with this mortal would not be an issue here. Her thoughts wandered to the sex she’d almost had with Brad and her body began to respond. The man reached into the air as if he was cupping her breasts and then gripping her hips while he pumped into her, or imagined that he did. The man blinked several times and focused on her. “Who are you woman?” he asked. “Shhh,” she raised her hand again and the man moaned in pleasure. He arched his back and she knew he was close to climaxing. Kneeling down, she brought her face close to his. “Don’t come yet.” “Oh, God,” he groaned. “Don’t do this. It’s too good.” He pushed his shorts down, exposing his engorged cock. “Make it last. It’ll be worth it.” He nodded, his face straining. Her lips hovered over his and the flow of chi poured out from him, out of his mouth and third eye in a golden-white glowing stream that only she could see, and entered her mouth and third eye. Between the rush of energy surging through her and thoughts of Brad filling her cunt, her muscles and clit throbbed. If she let her mind wander, she could get turned on, even climax. No, she mustn’t. The consequences would be dangerous. Tightening her muscles, she tried to fight the throbbing in her clit and the clenching in her vagina. She touched her swollen clit, hoping the pressure of her fingers would stave off the throbbing. She wanted Brad and she wanted him badly. The hiker groaned and shot his seed across his belly. His breathing slowed and his head dropped to one side. He was out. Dead? Sakari stepped away. No, no, no. Then she saw his chest moving. Still breathing. Moments later his eyes blinked. He was coming around. Stepping behind a grouping of trees, she shifted back into the falcon and flew off.

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Chapter Nine Brad had dragged himself up the next morning and got to work late. The events that happened the previous night hung over him like nightmares and wet dreams. But it wasn’t a dream, it did happen. He just didn’t know what to make of it all and what to make of Sakari. He’d get someone from work to give him a ride out to pick up his bike. He never thought he would meet someone quite like Sakari. He’d had beautiful women in his life one time or another but there was something about her exotic looks and her cobalt blue eyes that unsettled him. He couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing. “Do you know her?” Jan the attending nurse asked. “I think she had a thing for you.” “I met her briefly the other night.” He didn’t go into more detail about the strangeness of their meeting. “I may sound like your mother but you two make a nice couple. Did you ask her out?” Brad shrugged a shoulder. Jan huffed and rolled her eyes. If his mother hadn’t left when he was eleven and his brother Jake was nine, would he have talked to her about his potential dates? He liked to think so. “Getting involved with a woman isn’t in my plans right now. Not until I get a few things settled.” She stopped putting medical supplies away in a cabinet and turned toward Brad. “Like what?” Frowning, she placed her hands on her hips. When all my Eigi Einhamr powers return. “When I can do something worthwhile for the community like use my training to help the mountain rescue team, then I’ll have time for a relationship.” “It has nothing to do with time, Brad,” Jan rubbed his shoulder. “You’re trying to compensate for the accident in Iraq.” “I was responsible for the death of someone on my team.” She pulled him into the break room and poured him a cup of coffee. “Sit,” she ordered. “Tell me. You never told me exactly what happened.” He gripped the coffee cup in the palms of both hands. “Why do you want to know?” “Because telling sometimes heals the wounds that medicine can’t.” The fiftyish woman frowned with the caring face of a nurse and mother. “Some wounds leave scars that don’t go away.”

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“I know. But tell me anyway.” She sat and crossed her arms. If Jan had seen her husband shapeshift into a wolf, then get shot and killed by a hunter, how would she deal with it? Would she have left two young sons, knowing they too would inherit the same abilities when they matured? Brad hesitated. She patted his arm with one slim hand. “Tell me.” “Okay.” He took a breath. “During a mission, RPG fire had trapped my team.” “RPG?” “Rocket-propelled grenade. A number of men were injured. We had to get out or kill the guy on that weapon.” He left out the part about him stripping down, wrapping in the leopard skin and slinking up toward the enemy. “I crawled up the hill alone.” “Wow, you’re brave.” He shrugged. He’d been a buff-colored shadow creeping up the hill at night. They wouldn’t expect an animal to jump out of the darkness. “Just doing my job.” He’d ripped out the first man’s throat, tasted blood in his mouth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He’d stalked the next victim. One by one, he’d mauled the enemy, taking out the soldiers firing down on his men. But after a dozen kills, the bloodlust had overridden his soldier’s training. “I won’t tell you all the gory details but in the heat of battle, I heard someone behind me and reacted.” She nodded, understanding. “One of your men.” “Yes.” He put the coffee cup down and gripped his thighs. “Go on,” Jan whispered. “Not much else to tell. I swung around and wounded him. He later died from those wounds.” He’d pounced in leopard form on his next victim. But as he’d attacked the scent was familiar and he’d eased back. But too late. His buddy’d had to use his knife to slash at his shoulder to draw him off. Jan squeezed his hand. “The whole team might’ve died if you hadn’t tried, right?” “Perhaps.” “Some wounds heal, others not so easily.” There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me,” said a young nurse. “They just brought in a twenty-something man who was found on one of the trails either hiking or jogging. His vital signs are erratic, similar to the cowboy they brought in earlier and that woman the other day.” Brad jumped up. In the examination room, the clinic’s doctor was treating the jogger. His blood pressure, respiration and body temperature were all decreased. “The hikers who found him said he had his shorts down around his knees and had ejaculated,” the young Asian doctor said.

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“He’s waking up,” Jan said as she took off the blood pressure cuff. “You’re in the Hilltop Emergency Clinic. Can you tell us what happened?” The man frantically glanced around. “Is she here?” “Who?” Brad asked. “Was someone with you?” “Yes, I’m not sure.” “It’s okay. Try to remember. You were on a trail hiking? Jogging?” “Jogging. Then I fell, I think.” “You were found unconscious,” the doctor said. “I can’t remember much. But she was there.” “Who is she?” Brad asked. “The naked woman.” The doctor and Brad glanced at each other with a knowing look that said, yeah, they’d heard a few similar stories from other patients who’d mentioned naked—a naked man on the hiking trails, now a naked woman. “What naked woman?” The man smiled. “She was sexy. Dark hair, blue eyes and she had a bandage on her forehead and naked.” An image of Sakari and her bandaged head came to Brad’s mind but he pushed it away. The nurse came in to attend the patient. The doctor pulled Brad aside. “We had another guy in here the other day with a similar story. And a number of women patients admitted with extreme fatigue after meeting a guy on the hiking trails. But they didn’t mention any sexual interaction. At least they didn’t admit to any. And they didn’t look like they were molested, or drugged. Tox screens were negative.” Brad rubbed his head. “Okay, so not drugged and not sexually attacked. I still don’t get what you telling me.” The doctor gave a nervous laugh. “Very peculiar. It’s like they were all physically drained almost to the point of death with no apparent cause, no dehydration, sunstroke or illness. Almost like they were attacked by a succubus.” Brad made a face. “A little too far in the metaphysical realm don’t you think, Doc?” The doctor shrugged. “Could be. I’ll ask around at the hospital, talk to some of my colleagues. See if anyone has come across this.” “Probably don’t want to let this get out or this tourist town will soon turn into a ghost town,” Brad said.

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Chapter Ten The next morning, Brad met his grandfather at the Bell Rock trailhead. The large red rock formation always reminded him of a giant UFO. It was early, the air crisp and cool, the sky a gray-blue. This was Brad’s favorite time, before the tourists started hitting the trails and scampering up rock formations like a bunch of ants on a sugar cube. “Why won’t you stay at my house while you’re in town?” Brad asked Bill, as they walked Zeus, his black Labrador along the trail. “I stay with my cousin and his wife when I visit. Emily cooks better than you.” Bill patted Zeus as they walked along the trail. Bill had on a pair of dusty old hiking boots, jeans and a long-sleeved denim shirt with the cuffs buttoned. How he didn’t sweat to death in that, Brad didn’t know. In a couple hours, the desert would heat up. Brad wore jeans to protect his legs from the brush and a tee shirt. “Thanks a lot. I can cook,” Brad argued. “Not like Emily.” “I can take you out.” “I have other stuff to do too besides worrying about food.” “Shaman stuff,” Brad said. “Yeah, shaman stuff.” Bill chuckled. “Have your powers returned?” “I’m working on it. I go out into the desert, focus like you said.” He tried to keep the frustration out his voice but he saw his grandfather studying him. “What are your dreams like?” “My dreams?” Brad held back a laugh. “What are you dreaming about?” Dreams were always important to Bill. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve had some dreams about tornadoes,” Brad said. “Must mean I have a lot on my mind.” “Could be. Tornadoes can also be a spirit trying to communicate. Maybe leopard spirit is trying to reach you. Tell me about the dream.” Bill picked up a stick, unhooked Zeus’s leash and tossed the stick. “Go get it boy,” he yelled at Zeus. “Bill, leash law. We’re in a park.” Brad pointed to his dog who was taking the scenic route to fetch the stick. “Yep.” His grandfather looked at him and smiled. After several figure eights and fake outs, Zeus finally snatched the stick and raced back to Bill. Tail wagging, Zeus dropped the stick at Bill’s feet. “Good boy.” Bill patted his head and tossed the stick again. “About the dream…” 71

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Brad watched Zeus run around in circles with the stick in his mouth. “I’m usually in my house and I can hear the wind outside. I look out and see the tornado coming. I watch it for a while, curious, then look for a safe place in the house and can’t find any. I wake up.” Bill nodded. “Next time you have this dream, you should go outside and walk into the tornado.” Brad laughed. “That’s against all common sense, like standing up in the line of fire.” “I’ve never known you to walk away from a fight. When you were a boy, you were angry at your mother for leaving. Yet you would come home, stiff-lipped with a black eye or bloody nose for defending her honor when the other boys made fun of her.” Brad pressed his lips together. After all these years, the pain still ran deep about his mother leaving and his schoolmates teasing him about it. “It wasn’t their place to judge her. She made her choice, right or wrong and I’m sure it wasn’t easy. She left Jake and me in good hands.” Bill patted Brad’s shoulder. “Leopard spirit wants to find you again. You need to find peace with your past.” Brad huffed. “I’m trying. It’s the only thing I think about.” “That’s your problem. You think too much.” “Let’s take this trail, the tourists will be all over Bell Rock in an hour or so,” Brad pointed in a direction away from the large landmark toward another stone monolith called Courthouse Butte. The massive red rock structure looked like the profile of a human face gazing skyward when viewed from a certain angle. The sun had begun to warm the air, lizards ran out from under rocks and scraggly brush and Zeus tried to catch them. The sound of birds chittering in the bushes and trees kept his dog entertained but he stayed close when he was called. “So, what’s this about an evil entity you wanted me to check out?” “I don’t know if it’s an evil entity,” Brad said. “I just said strange events.” “Tell me about them.” “There’s this woman I met in the desert, beautiful, exotic. She seemed to disappear. I also fought with a coyote who changed into a man.” Bill stopped walking. “Coyote?” He looked shocked and a bit scared. “Yeah, like the one you use to tell us about in the old legends.” Zeus came running up and dropped the stick in front of Bill. He put the leash on the dog. “You have troubles, son.” “What kind of troubles?” Could that beautiful woman he met be evil somehow? He hoped not. He saw the image of the coyote change over the man and felt the superhuman strength.

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“A night in the sweat lodge would help to bring your powers back. You’ll need them to fight Coyote. He almost destroyed your brother.” “Jake fought him too? When?” “A year ago. If this woman has any connection to Coyote, you should stay far away from her.” “I don’t think she’s evil.” “If I am right she’s evil and dangerous.”

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monuments. Gwyllain was pleased by the beauty and harmony of the numerous columns and large rooms. It wasn’t as grand as her residence on Prygos but after a thousand years, Sakari suspected the demoness wanted something different, maybe something that didn’t remind her of her husband, the ruler who had exiled them all on Anartia. When she entered the great room, Gwyllain had two male Drones attending her while she lay stretched out naked on her lounger. Both were young, early twenties Earth years, and extremely handsome. Selecting an appealing form made acquiring quarry much easier. Changing appearances and giving each Drone the skill for shifting was one of Tarik’s engineering abilities. One of the men stood behind the lounger and was fondling Gwyllain’s breasts, while the other knelt between her legs fucking her. His ass bounced up and down as he thrust and pumped inside her. The demoness sipped wine from a crystal goblet, appearing only mildly amused by the men’s attentions. Before the demoness spotted her, Sakari rushed to her chamber down a side corridor, slipped on a white silk tunic and stepped into sandals. She returned to the great hall, trying to catch her breath. “Left in a hurry?” Zorian asked from her side. “What do you mean?” Sakari asked looking at Tarik who was being fed slices of juicy mango from a slave girl’s fingers. He slurped each slice then licked her fingers, the girl giggling the whole time. Give her offering, get it over with, then back to Earth. Maybe she’d see Brad again. But it would be better if she didn’t. He would be safer. The thought of harming him twisted at her insides. She would have to look for other Kithra, those she wouldn’t have dangerous feelings for. Focus was important for protecting her quarry. That had to be the trick, like Valdon said. “Don’t let it get personal.” She glanced down at her attire. “I guess I did.” Her sandals were undone and her gold belt hung half tied. “A last minute collection.” Zorian knelt and tied her sandals for her, then crisscrossed her braided belt. “More presentable for the demoness and Tarik.” “Thank you.” “Sakari, come to me. You have an offering, better this time, I sense,” Tarik called from across the room. “Anartia is in such a state.” Sakari cringed but not outwardly. She smiled and strolled up to Tarik. “Yes, I have an offering for the demoness’ consort.” Sakari bowed her head. She caught a glimpse of Gwyllain studying her but kept her attention on Tarik. Tarik stood and smoothed a hand over Sakari’s shoulder. “Come. We shall retire to my chamber for the transfer.” He turned and started to walk away with Sakari following. Her body recoiled at the thought. There was no way around this. This was the final cycle of her Drone duties.

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“No, you will not.” Gwyllain sat upright in her lounger. “And why not? I’ve taken Drones to my chamber as have you.” “Not this Drone. Once we return to Prygos she will become my handmaid again. There will be no private offering with this Drone,” Gwyllain said. Tarik opened his mouth to speak and took a breath instead. Hadn’t Gwyllain requested Sakari become a Drone or had it been Tarik’s idea? Nothing could be more dangerous than stepping between the demoness and her mate, even if it wasn’t Sakari’s fault. Tarik appeared to be about to argue with his mistress then gave her a disinterested shrug and started to remove Sakari’s tunic from her body. “I will be quick then, I have work to do in my chamber.” He angled his head directing Sakari to lie on his lounger. She cringed. Although Sakari didn’t shy away from sex and nudity, Gwyllain was obviously having a hard time with her and she feared antagonizing the demoness. She also couldn’t get Brad out of her mind and wondered if she would sufficiently perform her duties while so distracted. She removed her tunic and stepped over to the lounger. Tarik smiled at her with a lustful look and his cock was fully engorged. “No!” Gwyllain interrupted again. Sakari put her tunic back on. Was her offering again not sufficient? The muscles around Tarik’s jaw tightened. “The Drone has an offering to give, my mistress and Anartia is in obvious need of the life energy. If you would glance out the skylight you will see.” He pointed to the large window in the cathedral ceiling. Dark clouds roiled past, threatening a severe storm. “I am aware of the state of my Anartia,” Gwyllain stated through gritted teeth. “Your projects continue to drain our kingdom.” “My instruments need the power. They will release us from exile one day. I need Sha Warriors to test the effective collectability.” “Use this Drone for your test,” Gwyllain said with a flick of her hand, referring to Sakari. When Sakari was her handmaiden on Prygos, Gwyllain treated her with kindness and called her by name but since they’d been on Anartia and the demoness had been the ruler of her tiny alternative world, the woman had called her only by her station of slave or Drone. “But it has not been tested,” Tarik said. “It might be dangerous, especially for someone from Prygos. The drain too sudden may kill her.” Gwyllain glared at Tarik. “The Earth’s moon is drawing us into its orbit. We don’t have time to be cautious with your projects. All on Anartia are at risk. Now go!” Tarik grabbed Sakari by the wrist and pulled her out of the room toward the entrance to the lower chambers. As she moved along the dark, steeply sloping marble hallway, she realized in over one thousand years she’d never been to this part of Anartia. This was Tarik’s private laboratories and the heart of the artificially created world, an engineer’s alternative 75

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“Sit,” he ordered his tone tinged with grim impatience. “This instrument is our salvation. It has taken me centuries to develop it. Earlier attempts nearly destroyed us.” Reluctantly, she sat on the marble block, resigned to whatever would happen. Tarik approached the table and touched a couple of controls. Instantly, a blissful feeling of peace filled her. A vibration and hum emitted from the crystals and the blue color turned a deeper shade of indigo. Her skin tingled and flushed with a sensual heat. Shifting on the block, she crossed her legs to fend off the throb beginning in her pussy. She glanced up at Tarik, questioning. “Yes,” Tarik said. “Your nipples are hard and I smell your desire. Remove your tunic.” Embarrassed for the first time ever as a slave or Drone, she gripped the hem of her tunic and pulled it down to cover her thighs. Amused, Tarik shook his head and made a few adjustments on the control table. Her vagina clenched as if tightening around a hard cock. Her juices trickled down between her legs. “What are you doing?” Sakari said as she wrapped her hands around her waist and leaned forward but the change in position only made her pussy more sensitive. “Lift up your tunic and let me see how wet you are.” Tarik touched a few more controls then moved closer to Sakari and the crystals, staying just outside the pool of indigo light. Sakari touched her breasts but hadn’t lifted her tunic. “Do it,” he ordered. She pulled up the silky cream material to her hips and Tarik gazed at her moist pussy. “Spread your sex and slide a finger inside.” This time she didn’t hesitate. Her body was on fire and needed the attention. Tarik had dropped his own tunic and was stroking himself. “Damn, Gwyllain and her jealousies,” he said. “Tarik, turn it off.” Sakari tried fighting the sensual heat surging through her body but the influences from the machine were too strong. Thoughts of Brad came to her mind and she was lost in the moment. She began finger-fucking herself to ease the ache and need building inside her. She wished Brad was there, not Tarik. He checked his instrument panel and smiled. “Don’t come yet, Sakari. I want to take you one more step.” She groaned. “One more step? But I’m on the edge.” “Hold it, damn it. I’m not through with my test.” He released his cock and strode over to the control panel and hit another key. The light from the crystals brightened and darkened to a deep purple.

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Sakari cried out and leaned back on the marble block. The sensation of a cock filled her pussy. Pressure tightened around her breasts as if some invisible hand fondled and squeezed them. Even her nipples puckered painfully hard. Her body felt like it was floating on an intense sexual fog. “Hold off as long as you can,” Tarik said now from a few feet away. Then he ran back to the controls, checked the table then back to her, his face wild. Turning her head, she saw he was stroking himself again, as was she. “Every moment adds more energy for Anartia.” Her head spun and her vision blurred. “Won’t be long now.” Tarik looked worried. Her hand dropped away from her pussy even though she was so close to coming. Sitting back on her hands and spreading her legs, she rode the increasing intensity of sensations assaulting every nerve, on the edge of being too much to bear but so pleasurable she couldn’t fight it. Her hips rocked and moved to a rhythm of throbbing and clenching as if an invisible lover was fucking her hard and deep. At the same time, all strength drained out of her. Tarik stood at the control panel, frantically punching keys. “This is great. Quite impressive.” He glanced over to Sakari and frowned. The colors of the large crystals changed to a dark violet, pulsing. “Just a little more,” he promised, eyes wide. “Anartia needs an increasing amount of chi while I perfect my device. When you return to Earth, you need to be diligent with your collections.” She was having difficulty keeping her eyes open. Her body shook violently, an orgasm perched on the edge. “I can’t take anymore.” “Drone, do not come yet. My test is not complete.” Thoughts of what punishments might arise if she failed to honor his demands. Sakari bit her lip to stave off the ensuing orgasm. A whimper escaped her lips. “Tarik, I cannot hold back. I feel lightheaded, disoriented.” The room grew dark and from far away she heard Tarik swear. The humming noise abruptly stopped and she forced her eyes opened, blinking against the bright white light. She was on the floor. Had she fallen off the marble block? Tarik hooked an arm around her shoulders and lifted her back up onto the block. “Oh, no, not more, Tarik. I can’t do more.” He grimaced. “We’re done.” He walked across the room and picked up her tunic then brought it to her. “Here, get dressed.” “It’s over?” Tarik nodded. “You’re finished for now. Are you all right?” “I think so. But I did not give you the offering.”

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Tarik sighed. “Yes, you did and more. Data for my instrument was helpful. I nearly lost you. I’ll need to make some adjustments.” “Lost me how?” “Drained all your lifeforce energy.” She slipped the tunic over her body, which was numb and shaky from the experience and tense from no release from orgasm. “What could’ve happened?” He shrugged, turning his back on her, he walked to his table of controls and touched the keypads. “Either drained you until you’re mortal again or until you were dead.” Sakari placed a hand to her head, which began to throb with pain. “How will this affect the Sha Warriors? The mortals? Will they be harmed when you put them in this?” “I’m not concerned with the consequences of the process, only with the results. And the results will free us from exile and allow us all to return to Prygos.” “All of us? Even the Drones assimilated from Earth?” Tarik sighed with annoyance. “The interdimensional trip back to Prygos will consume much power and the demoness may choose a few of her favorite Drones. Other than that, only Prygosians will be returning.” “What will you do to all the remaining Drones? There must be about fifty.” Tarik didn’t answer. “But there are many Drones who have been serving you and Gwyllain since Anartia was first exiled,” she argued. Still Tarik didn’t respond. “Don’t you think a thousand years of faithful and loyal service to the demoness and you, providing lifesustaining chi doesn’t deserve a reward? Freedom for instance.” Tarik didn’t meet her eyes. Turning from her, he moved to his control panel and punched a few keys. Lights glowed on the panel. “Freedom isn’t an option.” She shook her head. “Without these Drones, those of us on Anartia would not have immortality and Anartia could not maintain existence.” Pointing out the obvious probably wouldn’t do any good but she had to try. Tarik narrowed his eyes, looking down at her in a manner that showed his patience was growing thin. “Without Anartia’s power, these mortals would’ve died a long time ago. As Drones they had a brief taste of immortality. That is their reward.” “What will happen to the Drones then?” “At the time of departure, reassimilation will occur. We will need all the energy to break free from Earth’s electromagnetic binds.” Sakari raised her chin, glaring at Tarik. Something she’d never dared as a slave but as a Drone her boldness came through. “And what will become of me at that time? Will you use your machine to drain all the chi from me until there is nothing left but a hollow shell?” A shiver went through her thinking about sitting beneath those crystals again with Tarik at the controls. If he’d turned the controls all the way up, would every ounce of life be drawn out? A river of energy drained down to the dried dirt bottom. 79

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Tarik turned back from his control panel, studying her for several moments. “You have always been Gwyllain’s favorite servant. She would have you return with her to assume your role again on Prygos. But do not displease her or me.” A smile twisted his lips in a sneer. “Your fate could easily become the fate of the other Drones.”

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“Also explains why Dante’s punishment of becoming a slave didn’t last long,” Zorian added. “The demoness does like her acquisitions of chi. And she does have her favorites. Has she ever shown an interest in you?” Zorian looked horrified. “No,” he lowered his voice. “Don’t get me wrong, I do occasionally enjoy the company of women. I like the delicacies, the softness and how they respond but I favor men—the hard, edgy rawness of men.” “You want Dante. You’re in love with him,” Sakari said with a shudder. He made a strangled groan. “Don’t go there.” “Okay.” “Now, get into your room.” He placed a hand on her back and urged her toward her room. “What is Dante up to?” she asked. “Go into your room and find out. A warning, Sakari. I was told you could not leave your room without another collection or there would be consequences.” She stomped her foot. “Damn you and your training and tests and punishments. I just gave an offering and nearly lost my immortality. I need rest.” “There is no rest for us. The rulers of Anartia want to be free of their exile. And they’re willing to sacrifice humans and Drones to succeed. Dante is certain that he’ll be able to locate Sha Warriors soon for Tarik’s first project. Now return to your room and remember, the demoness will be expecting more from her Drones who wish to return with her to Prygos.” “Fine!” She stomped off to her room, jerking open the door. Zorian pushed her inside, slammed the door, bolting it from the outside. Her chamber, tiny as it was, still was a place of refuge, a sanctuary that no one invaded. Opposite the door, the room had a narrow window that over looked the sea of Anartia. If she tried really hard, she could almost imagine she was home in the servant quarters of the palace where her parents had lived. There too, they’d a view of the sea. It was so long ago that now the memories had dulled to faded images. The room was dim except for gray light coming in from the window. The bed in the corner of the room was empty and neatly made up as she had left it. A side table and chair rested on a far wall. The room looked empty. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught movement and turned to see a figure in the alcove to her right, hidden in shadows by an upright cabinet. The figure of a man had his arms stretched over his head. When her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she noticed he was restrained, hands tied above his head and hooked to a brass loop in the ceiling. His legs were parted and manacled to bolts in the floor. “Dante?” Picking up a lamp, she raised it to his face. “Brad!” Brad raised his head. “Where are we?”

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“How did you? Never mind.” Dante or Valdon, or both did this. Both of them had seen her reaction to this mortal and brought him here. Was she that obvious in her extraordinary interest in this particular male? He was completely naked. The flickering light of the lamp highlighted the curves and valleys of his straining muscles. His cock hung semi-erect and twitched as she approached. She tugged at the chains, trying to release them, then stopped. Even if she could get him free, then what? And what would be the consequences if she didn’t pass this test? Would they kill Brad? Everything in her being screamed. She did not want anything to happen to this mortal. “Can you get me free?” His voice sounded desperate. And her heart broke because he sounded so unlike himself and she couldn’t free him. Not without angering the demoness. Why couldn’t she read his thoughts? It was odd seeing him helpless and vulnerable. She would’ve expected him to be fighting mad, calculating an escape, something. She looked around for his fur but it wasn’t in the room. Dante must’ve brought him here without it. “I’m afraid I can’t free you,” she said. She knew what she had to do. This was her test. Seduce Brad and obtain his chi again without harming him. Dante and Valdon had selected the mortal who she most could not resist. “What?” Now he did look angry. She would pass the test damn it and then they would release him. Hands fisted, she swore, she’d do anything to protect him. Placing her hands on his chest, she sent an image of herself hanging onto the chain above him and straddling his hips, digging her heels into his ass to press his cock into her cunt. Brad’s eyes rolled skyward and he closed them. Groaning he said, “What are you doing?” The heat of a blush radiated through her as her body responded to her own images of fucking. Everything about this man turned her on. “I want you, Brad,” she said as her hands circled his shackled wrists. “God, whatever you want,” he said swaying from side to side. Stay in control. It was always about the training. Part of her resented Zorian for setting this up. Valdon or Dante were responsible for bringing Brad here. The other part of her craved Brad and more than in a physical way. There was an ache deep inside her that swelled whenever she was near him. And she really didn’t know him that well. If she protested, he could be in danger. An oath escaped her lips, she wanted this mortal, wanted him bad in ways she didn’t understand. All the rules made for Drones said not to get involved with your quarry and this was why. There were too many confusing and conflicting thoughts to deal with. “My body’s on fire.” Stepping back, she stroked her breasts through her thin tunic. More than anything she wanted to have an orgasm with Brad. Experience that pleasure. 83

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“Hmmm. Yes,” he answered, watching her. “Brad, don’t worry. I’ll find a way out for you.” “I’m not worried,” he said with a dazed smile. “Good. Remember the nebula stone pendant you gave me at the hospital? That will help.” “What necklace and what hospital?” “Where you work. And the necklace you gave back to me when I came into the—” She stopped abruptly, staring at him. A worried look flashed across his face. “Oh, yes. Right,” he corrected. Taking a step back, Sakari studied him, then noticed the mischievous smirk. “Bastard!” She slapped him. “Valdon, you conned me.” He laughed. “No, a training exercise.” Sakari stood in front of the naked image of Brad as a yellow glow surrounded him. Brad’s face changed. Then the features of his body. Replacing Brad’s face was a new face, clearly featuring Valdon. He frowned. “You’d better hope you’re ready to go it alone.” “Valdon, damn you.” His fake manacles released him. “You’re good. Or you really have a thing for that mortal like I suspected. Be careful, Drone. Now return to your duties. Maybe you should avoid that mortal if you can’t—” “There is nothing between us.” But she couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Good because we won’t be here long if Tarik’s machines work properly. We’ll be enjoying luxury on Prygos.” “Is that what the demoness told you?” Sakari asked. Valdon stiffened in a defensive pose. “I realize I’ll be a servant to the rulers of Anartia but it’ll be different. It’ll be better than anything I ever had on Earth.” “What was your life like? Where were you from?” As a slave for a thousand years she saw so many Drones come and go, she couldn’t keep track of them all. Gwyllain had her favorites for a time and then they seemed to vanish, replaced by new ones. “My life on Earth was a long time ago and I’d rather not relive it. It’s time for you to return to Earth. Tarik will expect a new offering soon.”

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Chapter Twelve Brad walked into the Red Rock Bar and Grill, gripping his motorcycle helmet. It was evening and he hadn’t stopped thinking about Sakari during his shift at work. What was it about this one female that had him so worked up? He’d never had problems with women before, had a few long-term relationships that ended amicably, nothing serious since his accident but he’d been busy. Ever since he met Sakari in the desert, he’d been compelled to know her more. Although the times they’ve spent together were mostly in a fog, he thought they’d made a connection. Jan seemed to think that Sakari had a past, something she was hiding. If that was true, Brad intended to find out what it was. A mixture of trepidation and anticipation filled him as he crossed the room toward the bar. Sakari opened beer bottles and arranged them on a tray, then glanced over at him. He found a stool at the far end so he could face the front entrance. He hated sitting in any public place with his back to the door. Sakari looked up at him but didn’t smile. Her cobalt blue eyes shone with worry. With two beer bottles in hand, she knocked over a third bottle, spilling it on the counter. “Oh no,” she cried out as she righted the bottle and searched around for a rag. Brad grabbed a handful of napkins and dabbed at the spilled beer. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” she said a little flustered. “What can I get you?” She finished cleaning the spill, taking the wet napkins from him. “I’ll take a beer.” She gave him a half-smile. “We have fifty varieties. What do you like?” He grinned mischievously. You. Well she set herself up. He decided to behave himself. For now. “Recommendations?” She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Light, dark, ale, lager?” He held her gaze and let several minutes pass. She locked eyes with him and didn’t look away. It took all his willpower not to glance down at her breasts. He’d noticed them before—beautiful, full and stretching her black tee shirt nice and tight so that the nipples showed. The low cut of the top showed off her curves. Don’t look. Not only had she stayed locked in her gaze with him, she’d moved closer. Damn, he liked it. His cock stirred and he imagined her mouth going down him. He grew hard.

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Then other flashes came to his mind of her standing before him while he knelt in front of her, her mound inches from his mouth. She was shaved smooth, glistening wet with her juices. He could smell her arousal. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him forward. Eagerly, he claimed her pussy. His mouth and tongue working her flesh, pressing on her clit. Moaning, she swayed her hips from side-to-side, matching his rhythm. He tasted her sweet juices on his tongue. In his mind, his fingers parted her folds and a rush of moisture coated them as he plunged into her cunt with fingers, then his cock. She cried out but only in his head. Across the bar, Sakari stared at him. Her eyes lowered as if she was indulging in his daydream or imagining the same but she also had a glint of evil intent in her eyes. She was being cocky and it was turning him on. He really needed to get laid. Too long without, no wonder I’m having fucking daydreams. In his mind’s eye, he heard and saw her whimpering in pleasure as he drew her near an orgasm. His own need was on a runaway train. If the woman so much as reached over the bar right now and grabbed his cock, he’d come in his jeans. What the hell was this? His horny imagination, or was she doing something to him? “Hey, Sakari? You going to flirt all night with the hunky guy or bring us our beer?” the woman asked from across the room. Brad broke eye contact first, damn it and looked across the room to check who had interrupted them. The waitress with a mop of wavy blonde hair and a Texas accent was hovering around Dante, then going back to a small group of people off to one corner of the room. She had on the same black tee shirt and tan skirt that Sakari had. “You work here too,” Sakari shot back to the waitress. “Yes but it’s a slow night and I’m entertaining the customers. Bring your friend over and I’ll read his aura too. If I can’t, Ambros will.” The guy who was with Sakari the other night, Dante, was standing beside a table alone. He had been with her in the desert and here he was again studying him. Who the fuck is this guy? Brad usually waited to get to know someone before he made a decision on whether he liked them or not. He made an exception with this dude. Going on gut instincts, he hated him. The guy was trouble. Sakari opened another bottle of beer, replacing the spilled one. “I think you’ll like this. It’s dark and a local brew.” She climbed out from around the bar and picked up the tray. He took a swig of beer and watched her walk away. Halfway across the room, she stopped and looked over her shoulder and said, “Come join us.” But she gave him a look that said, “Come to bed now”. Those blue eyes sent a jolt straight to his groin. Yeah, he had it bad for her.

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Obediently, he got up and crossed the room and stood beside Dante. Sakari introduced Brad to Haley, the cute blonde and Ambros. The fifty-something Ambros wore a Sedona Dirt Shirt, dyed reddish-brown from the red dirt of Arizona. The saying on the shirt said, “Life’s Short, Play Dirty”. As Haley moved to a blank wall, pressing her back to it, the man explained his theory of auras. “The aura is the electromagnetic field surrounding all living things and nonliving things,” Ambros said in a soothing mystical tone. “These particles of energy are suspended around the human body in an oval shaped like an egg, about two to three feet out on all sides, above the head and below the feet.” Haley moved her arms, drawing an imaginary circle around herself, as if she was about to perform a knife throwing act in a circus. “I’ve been trained to see auras by focusing my attention. Haley has begun to see them too,” Ambros continued. Considering his own gift, Brad was open-minded although he knew there were people out there who claimed to have psychic talents who didn’t. He hoped this guy was genuine and wasn’t cheating Haley somehow. “In Haley’s aura I see a lot of pink. Indicating she’s a loving and sensitive person.” Haley smiled sweetly. Brad wondered if Ambros had his eye on her. He hoped not considering the twenty-five or more years’ difference in age. “She has royal blue that shows she is capable of learning clairvoyance. She’s highly spiritual.” He frowned, then smiled. “I rarely see the amount of violet that Haley has. It could mean she’s very intuitive, a visionary, or a daydreamer.” Those in the group chuckled. “Oh and gold specks,” he added. “Really?” Haley beamed. Ambros nodded. “What do gold specks mean?” Sakari asked. “She’s guided by her highest good and has divine protection.” “Protection from what?” asked a young woman sitting at a table with a man wearing a cowboy hat. Ambros shrugged. “Could be physical harm or psychic attacks.” Haley beamed. “Do Brad next,” Haley ran over to Brad, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the wall. “No, let someone else.” “They have already.” “Go ahead, Brad,” Sakari said. “It’s painless,” Ambros said. “I won’t say anything too personal.” Now he couldn’t say no without looking like a jerk. He wondered if Ambros was going to detect a color that said he was a sex maniac. 87

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“Lean your back against the wall,” Haley said. “The white color makes it easier to read the aura.” Ambros studied Brad for several moments and the room got quiet. Brad glanced at Dante who was watching Haley. Interesting. “A very unique aura you have, Brad,” Ambros said. “But I have some concerns.” “Don’t keep me in suspense.” He tried keeping the sarcasm out of his voice. Frowning, Ambros stalled for affect, while the room waited for his interpretation. Was the guy a fake? Just good at putting on a show? But the guy hadn’t asked for any money. Probably made his money with his teaching. Not necessarily a bad thing. “What do you see?” Sakari asked. Ambros nodded. “The outstanding colors are orange-yellow, telling me Brad is an intelligent, detail-oriented person.” Brad couldn’t argue with that. “That’s not so bad.” “No, that’s good. And so is the green mixed in with the orange-yellow. You’re a natural healer and have a gift with animals. Are you in the medical field?” Brad nodded. “Wow,” Haley said. “See what he can pick up?” Brad wasn’t convinced. The guy could’ve found that out somehow, or overheard Sakari talking. “What else?” Haley asked. Ambros frowned again. Here it comes. “The dark muddy blue can represent fear of the future, not facing a difficult problem because you fear the outcome.” “I have to disagree,” Brad said, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. “I’m not afraid of anything.” How did he get suckered into this? He walked away from the wall. “Who’s next?” “Sakari,” Haley announced. Shaking her head, Sakari took a step back. “No, I’ll pass.” “Come now,” Ambros said. “It’s painless.” She shot a glance to Dante who was leaning up against a table observing with quiet intent. It was almost as if she was asking his permission. He didn’t move. Sakari stepped to the wall and leaned her back to it. Again she looked at Dante with a worried expression and this time Brad noticed a slight nod. What the hell was going on with these two? “Wow!” Ambros said almost instantly. “What? What is it?” Sakari looked worried. “You have a lot of black space in your aura.” “Is that bad?”

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Ambros rubbed his chin. “It could mean a couple of things. Black draws or pulls energy to it.” She gave Dante a frightened look and started walking away. “No, stay,” Ambros held up a hand. “Don’t be worried. This could be you’ve not forgiven yourself for something or have unreleased grief. If you meditate on that, the blackness should fade.” Sakari nodded somewhat relieved. “I’ll do that.” Ambros brightened. “You do have an amazing amount of pure white light, surprising considering the black spaces. White is a highly spiritual color. Despite your darkness, you remain grounded. Whatever you’re doing keep it up and work on releasing your grief.” Dante laughed at that. Brad’s hands tightened into fists. The guy really knew how to get under his skin. “Dante’s next,” Haley announced. “No thanks.” “Another time perhaps,” Ambros said. Even he didn’t want to challenge Dante. “Tomorrow,” Haley quickly added. “At the Cathedral Rock vortex. We’re doing a meditation there tomorrow by the river. Please come.” She was asking Dante. “It’s one of the strongest vortexes in the area,” Ambros said. “It’s an interdimensional doorway.” “What is that?” Sakari asked, stepping closer to stand beside Dante. Those two had a history. Brad knew it. Sooner or later he’d figure out what it was about. Ambros crossed his arms and raised his chin in his wise sage stance. “A place of heightened energy where the fifth, fourth and third dimensions are joined through a corridor of energy with the second dimension. You can travel to these dimensions through visions or meditations.” “What about physically? Can you travel to these dimensions physically?” Dante asked. “It’s a possibility if your broader view and experience coincides with the energies of the area,” Ambros said. “Wow. Isn’t that amazing?” Haley beamed. “Maybe I’ll check it out. Haley can give us directions,” Dante said. The other couple left money on the table for their bill and left. “I can close up tonight,” Haley said to Sakari. “You stayed late the other night. Why don’t you leave early?” Sakari shrugged and agreed. Brad saw his opening. “Feel like taking a bike ride?” Sakari glanced at Haley then at Dante, hesitating.

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“There’s only room on the bike for one,” Brad said. He jerked his chin. “Will Dante have an issue about you coming with me?” “No, of course not,” she tried laughing it off, a nervous laugh. “I won’t keep you late. There’s something odd about the place where you first found me and I’d like to check it out.” Her eyes widened. What was she afraid of, he wondered. Dante or the place where they found him? “So how do you two know each other?” Brad angled his head toward Sakari. If this dude was competition or his enemy he was going to size him up right away. Dante gave him a sidelong glance. His hair was long and dark like Sakari’s, his skin tanned but his eyes were brown. “Are you two related?” Brad asked when Dante didn’t answer his question. Dante mouth quirked in a hint of a smile. “No but we’ve known each other for a long time.” Brad decided not to push down that road yet. He didn’t think Dante would go into details on their relationship yet. “Where are you from? Or where did you live before you came here? I get the impression you’re not from Sedona originally.” “You’re sharp.” But Dante didn’t answer the question.

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Chapter Thirteen He was glad to get out of the bar. Getting into a brawl with Dante wasn’t the best way to impress Sakari. He hadn’t figured out where the dude fit into her life so antagonizing him wouldn’t be smart. Even if the guy was asking for it. Thing was, he didn’t know why. They weren’t dating, they weren’t related, then what? Instincts told him, the guy was trouble. When they got to his bike, Brad smoothed his leopard fur on the seat then showed Sakari how to put on the helmet. “Ever been on a bike before?” She shook her head. “Wrap your arms around my waist. Hold on tightly. The bike will tilt as we go around curves, don’t be alarmed, just lean as I do and don’t make any sudden movements.” “Got it.” She climbed on the bike and rubbed the fur beneath her. “Oh, this is nice.” “It’s kind of an heirloom. Belonged to my dad.” “Then it’s special.” She stroked it between her legs. His cock woke up. “I won’t go fast.” He was going to behave. Don’t need a panicked rider. “Take it however you like.” “That’s a girl.” He turned up the throttle, released the clutch and eased onto the road. On Route 89 he picked up speed. “You okay?” he hollered over his shoulder. “Yes, this is wonderful.” She tightened her grip around his waist and he felt her breasts pressing against his back. Watch the road. “Where are we going?” she asked. “That place where you found me.” She was silent for a long time. “Okay?” “Yes.” Then her hand slipped down toward his crotch and thoughts of her going down on him entered his mind. Shit. What was it with this woman? She was insatiable. Her hand went lower, her fingers outlining his bulging cock. He groaned inwardly. “Feels great but not a great idea to distract the driver.” “We could go to your house.” “Sure. After I check this place.”

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He felt her chest rise and fall in a sigh. Damn, was she that horny? Just the way he liked his women. Reaching around, he gave her leg a reassuring squeeze. Turning off the highway, she whooped and laughed as the ride got bumpy. “This is fun.” He loved the sound of her laugh. Something told him she didn’t do enough of that. He pulled the bike around the same clump of trees as he had before. He helped her off the bike and got a flashlight out of his tool compartment and clicked it on. “Why did you want to come here?” She seemed hesitant about being there. “I’m trying to figure out what happened when I was here last. It was more than an attack from a coyote.” “Oh, I’m sure you just frightened the animal or it had young nearby. There could be lots of reasons for an animal to attack you.” “Come on,” he took her hand. “I seem to remember a couple was having sex out here right before the coyote attacked me.” She resisted. “I don’t like it here. Let’s go.” “We will. I want to take a look.” Reluctantly, she followed him. What was she so nervous about? “Okay but we shouldn’t walk around too much. What if that animal comes back and attacks again?” “Don’t worry. You were here with Dante and you weren’t attacked.” Her hand tightened her grip. She didn’t say anymore. “What is he to you, Sakari?” “A friend.” “Ah, huh. He seems possessive of you, almost controlling. Do you have a past you want to tell me about?” “No.” He laughed. “No, you don’t have a past or no, you don’t want to talk about it?” “Please, Brad. This is something we shouldn’t talk about. Let’s just go.” Stopping, he took her in his arms and drew her close, enclosing her in his warmth and protection. Her body was shaking. Stroking her hair, he kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” “Nothing will happen to me.” “Are you on the run or hiding from something? You can tell me.” Maybe she was running from the law or in witness protection. Maybe Dante was involved with the Mob. He’d never met a woman who didn’t want to give him their life history upon first meeting. This one was terrified whenever he brought her past up.

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“Don’t worry about it.” She kissed him hard, her tongue dipping into his mouth, a sensual kiss full of invitation for more. But she released him. “Are you ready to go?” “In a bit. When I was here last something strange happened besides you disappearing, which you don’t want to talk about. But I felt something odd. I want to go check around where I saw that couple.” She studied him for a long time. “What did you sense?” He couldn’t tell her yet that it was his animal senses that had sensed the disturbance. “It felt electrical or magnetic as if I was made of metal and had just walked in the center of giant magnets. Then I saw the couple having sex.” “Do you feel that energy now?” “I don’t think so.” “Maybe it was static from an approaching thunderstorm.” “Possibly.” He wasn’t convinced. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over by the bike. “Come on. I have a better idea.” Taking her in his arms, he stroked her hair. “I promise we’ll leave soon. Just need to have a look around first.” Images of what they could be doing, like lying naked in his bed, were suddenly much more interesting than wandering around in the desert at night. He hesitated. This time an image surfaced in his mind that was so real, he closed his eyes. He had her on his motorcycle, her legs spread and hooked over his shoulder, while he licked her pussy. The taste of her juices was on his tongue. She was wet and slick, ready for him to fuck her. His cock hardened at the fantasy. “Brad,” she whispered his name. Was it from his fantasy or real? “Ready?” “Okay. Let’s go,” he said, barely audibly. Back at the motorcycle he grabbed the two helmets and turned to hand her one. Sakari was fingering her pendant. The way she was touching the stone made him think of her stroking her clit the same way. Her other hand went to his chest, then slid behind his head and pulled him down in a bruising kiss, her tongue twined with his. God, woman. Dropping both helmets on the ground, he roughly drew her against his body. Hands roamed over her heated skin, to her breasts, her ass. She moaned under her breath, grabbed his hips, then went right for his pants zipper. “Holy smokes.” He thought she was in a rush to leave. Maybe this was why. The swiftness of her undoing his zipper nearly gave him a heart attack but she managed not to maim him. The next moment she had his engorged cock out and she was stroking him. “Here? Now?” he asked, then answered his own questions. “Okay.”

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Her mouth was hot on his neck, as her hand gripped him. He grasped her face between his hands and parted his lips, taking her mouth hard. She released his cock and slipped her arms around his neck, clinging to him with intense passion. Opening his mouth, he deepened the kiss and drew a moan from her. Something hungry, wild and unrestrained spun out of control. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed her close. Moans of pleasure came between breaths. He ground his cock against her mound but he didn’t want to break the kiss. The heat between them was too good. She took a breath and stepped back. He searched her face, crushed. “Are you okay?” Her hand grabbed his shaft. He met his gaze with a wild look. “I want you, now.” He groaned. Reaching behind him, he leaned on the motorcycle seat for support. “Oh, that’s awesome.” The lust and hunger in her eyes nearly sent him over the edge. She laughed, low and deep, almost with a sinister tone. He picked her up and propped her on the seat, setting her on the leopard fur, her legs dangling over one side. “Why did you do that?” she asked. “You’ll see.” Hands on her knees, he spread her legs apart and moved between her thighs. Her skirt was hiked up high where he could almost see her pussy. If she was wearing underwear, she wouldn’t be for long. His hands slid up her thighs and worked under her skirt. A black lace thong. His fingers rubbed her clit through the silky fabric and he felt her bud plump even under the material. “Yes,” she moaned, her fingers dug into the sides of the seat to keep her from falling over. That was all he needed to slip his fingers under her thong and touch heated, moist skin. She gripped his shoulders, digging in her nails and wrapping her legs around his thighs. Changing positions, he stepped back, slipped off her thong and straddled the bike so that he was facing her and she was on her back, her head up by the handlebars. “I could’ve offered you a comfortable bed but I want to taste you,” he said as he shoved her skirt up to her waist. “I don’t want to wait. Do it.” She tossed her tee shirt and bra on the ground, the heat between them beyond stopping or going slow. In the back of his mind, he knew they should’ve left sooner before it got this far. He bent over, his mouth coming down on her pussy. Her hips bucked against his lips, his tongue. Her passion climbing to a point he knew she wouldn’t be able to stop.

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“Do you want me inside you?” “Yes.” She grabbed at his arms and drew him toward her. “Hang on.” He got off the bike stripped out of his clothes and retrieved a condom out of his jeans. Then he straddled the bike again, hooking her legs over his shoulders and raising her ass up off the bike seat. “Brad, fuck me now.” Her words were a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock twitched in anticipation, his balls drawn up tight. God, he would come in a second if he didn’t focus. Pressing his cock at her entrance, he eased the head inside. “More,” she moaned. His insides melted to liquid fire. He had to feel her wet softness, all of it, now. He plunged into her with one thrust. “Yes!” Sakari cried out, rocking her hips. Reaching over her head, she grabbed the handlebars, her breasts thrust up, nipples taut. The image sent him crashing over the edge, spilling his seed. As he came, Sakari bolted upright and took his face in her hands. He felt dizzy and disoriented but the orgasm was still racking his body. Grapping her hips, he pumped into her hard and fast to make it last a little longer for her and her eyes widened. “Brad, no!” she moaned. Her body stiffened and she pushed him away. The last thing he remembered was falling and the bike tipping over. Brushing off sand, Sakari got up off the ground and climbed over the bike. The near orgasm still pulsed within her pussy. “Brad, are you all right?” She knelt beside his naked form but he remained motionless. “Oh, no.” She placed her head on his chest and heard a heartbeat. Before she harmed any more humans, she had to find the Sha Warriors for Dante and be done with this planet, finish her duty as a Drone. “Brad, please wake up.” She shook him. Standing, she picked up the fur that had sprawled out on the ground. Would it give him power? She laid it across him. “Brad, change if it will make you strong.” Brad stirred and reached for the fur, drawing it up under his chin but exposing his cock again. He was partially erect. Blinking his eyes, Brad snuggled under the fur and took several long, deep breaths. His body quivered then the fur reformed and became one with him, at the same time he shifted in form. Sleek and muscular, now as the leopard. The leopard bolted to his feet and growled at her. “Brad, it’s me.” The leopard paced in front of her then sat on the ground, his head held high. He shifted back into human form. The fur draped over his shoulder. “You saw me shift.” It was a cautious statement, one filled with regret.

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“Yes.” “And you’re still here.” She smiled. “Yes.” “Why?” He stood, gloriously naked. “Doesn’t this scare you at all?” “No. How is it that you’ve come to have such a power? Is the power within the animal fur?” “No, it’s within me. A rare inherited trait called Eigi Einhamr.” “A genetic defect?” “Not a defect. A rare gene.” She touched her pendant again and looked over her shoulder. “Are there many mortals—I mean people with this trait?” “Only a few. My brother, Jake, also shifts.” He glanced at the bike and then at her. “Did I fall asleep after sex without satisfying you?” “It was very satisfying,” she argued. “But you didn’t come,” he countered. “I’m a more attentive lover than that.” “Another time,” she said. He frowned and didn’t seem entirely happy with that but he didn’t argue. “I think I should shift and investigate that area where I observed the couple. I can sense more in my leopard form.” “Do what you must so we can leave soon.” She took the flashlight that he offered from his tool kit. “Follow me.” Brad wasn’t going to push anymore. He’d find out her story sooner or later. They walked side by side until they got closer to the area where he remembered the couple had been. Sakari kept glancing over her shoulder. Was she expecting someone? “I can sense more when I shift,” he said, searching her face for a fearful expression but found none. “Go ahead. I’m okay.” He donned the pelt and closed his eyes, willing himself to be one with the animal. But he couldn’t hold his animal form for more than several seconds. Brad dropped the fur on the ground and resisted kicking it. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I had an accident overseas and since then I sometimes have difficulty.” “Were you injured? What happened?” “Another time,” he said. “It’s a long story.” He picked up the fur, took several breaths and stared up into the night sky and finally appeared to find peace. He shifted

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into the leopard. In animal form the leopard glanced at Sakari, the woman appeared calm, not startled by his new form. Odd. He loped off toward the site. Around a large rock and a cluster of mesquite bushes was the area he remembered. Here the man and woman had mated. He was certain by the remnants of human scent. He even sensed their sexual arousal. The leopard paused and looked up at the rock where he’d leapt off. He wandered around in a circular pattern then moved a little outside the area. The woman tugged at the fur behind his neck. She was fearless. He shifted back to human. “Here?” she asked. Aiming the flashlight around the area, he looked for tracks, footprints—human or animal. He saw both. “They were here.” “Seen enough?” she asked. He looked toward another group of rocks. “Let’s check that out.” “No!” “Why?” “This place doesn’t feel right.” He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or scared but his instincts told him there was something here that needed to be investigated. “Sakari, what aren’t you telling me?” She didn’t answer. “All right. I’m telling you. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I need to change one more time and then I promise we’ll go.” “Brad, no! It’s not safe.” Brad threw the pelt over his shoulders defiantly and immediately shifted into the leopard. Something was here and he was going to find out what if she wouldn’t tell him. In animal form, he felt that magnetic pull like he had before. With his senses more keen to the environment, his hackles stood out sensing danger. Could it be an electrical storm in the area? He glanced up at the night sky and saw brilliant stars. Not tonight. Then he heard a scream and smelled the animal before he heard the yip and snarl of another predator. Coyote. Spinning around, he crouched in position ready to lunge at his attacker. Coyote leapt onto him with more forced than he’d expect from a skinny animal. The leopard had to outweigh him by eighty pounds or so. Claws dug into his shoulders and teeth dug into his foreleg. He yelped in pain then rolled and let his weight force Coyote to release him. He knocked the coyote down with his wide paws. Powerful teeth clamped onto the coyote’s back, but the sly creature wrenched free and pinned him on the ground, jaws tight around his throat. In any moment, his throat could be ripped out.

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Brad slipped out of his leopard form and felt the teeth of the Coyote at his throat. Son of a bitch. “Stop it, Dante!” Coyote was caught off guard and released his grip, gazing down at him. Brad focused and managed to shift again. With his hind legs, the leopard maneuvered in a position and again rolled on top of Coyote. His assailant was powerful and strong but the leopard had muscle and weight on his side. “Stop it, now! Both of you!” Sakari cried. Then the leopard sensed another predator. While he had Coyote pinned on the ground, he heard a shriek and saw the flash of wings. He looked up. A falcon swooped down, talons extended and knocked him off Coyote. Scrambling to his feet, Coyote prepared to attack the leopard and as he leapt in the air to do so, the falcon swooped down again and clipped Coyote on the ear with its sharp talons. He yipped and rolled away. The leopard started to attack Coyote, then saw the futility of it as the falcon swiftly circled and aimed for him. He backed off. Both Coyote and the leopard kept their distance to avoid further attacks by the third adversary and occasionally glanced at the falcon overhead. Finally, the falcon landed between them and Sakari appeared, naked and beautiful, her chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath. She glared at them with a deep frown as if daring them to start fighting again. “Are you two finished with your pissing contest?” Coyote shifted to human form. Dante. He gave her a smart-ass grin. The leopard shifted back to his human form. Brad shook his head. “What the fuck?” “You shouldn’t have brought him here,” Dante said, looking warily at Brad. “I didn’t. He was coming here because he remembered you and that woman. Your influence doesn’t work on him. He still remembers.” “You’re both shapeshifters,” Brad said looking from Sakari to Dante, frozen in place. “That’s not good,” Dante said to Sakari, ignoring Brad’s comment. “What does that mean?” Brad cut in. Dante didn’t answer. “The Navajo legends are true, like my grandfather said. The Tricksters. You’re not Eigi Einhamr. No pelt, yet you can shift.” He held up his leopard skin, not concerned about his nakedness. “This is not part of your legend,” Sakari said. “Then what?” he demanded, alert for any danger. He didn’t like being unprepared and he didn’t like surprises. He glanced at Sakari still stunned at what he saw but relieved too. If she broke up the fight, then he shouldn’t have her to fear. Still he needed to keep his guard up with both of them.

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“It’s something you don’t want to interfere with,” Dante warned. Brad found his mouth go dry. “You’re responsible for the hiker’s death. And the other mysterious illnesses we’ve had coming into our clinic. If that’s what you’re about, I should’ve killed you.” “You think by killing me that all the witching will vanish, all the deaths will end?” “I’m counting on it,” Brad said. “But I am immortal. I cannot be killed. And I am not a skinwalker as you believe. I am something much more powerful, dangerous and determined to accomplish my tasks at all costs. And Sakari was responsible for that hiker’s death.” The pained look she gave Dante said he was telling the truth. “I didn’t mean to.” He didn’t believe Sakari would purposely murder anyone but still he needed to stop them from harming anyone else. “He’s a threat and he can expose us,” Dante said to Sakari. Oh, yes I am. Brad was prepared to fight him if he was evil like Bill had said. “He won’t expose us,” Sakari said. “He’s a shifter too. His own powers must be kept secret. We can trust him.” Brad looked from Dante to Sakari. “If you’re not of the Navajo legend and not Eigi Einhamr, what are you?” Dante and Sakari exchanged worried glances. Sensing he was in danger, Brad considered his position. The only weapon he had was his hand-to-hand combat and his diminished shapeshifting abilities, other than that he was naked. He already had experienced a taste of their level of power, which exceeded his. He really was screwed if it came down to a fight to the death. The odds were not in his favor. “Don’t worry about him, Dante. He’ll be my responsibility.” Despite the crappy odds and the situation he was in, Brad couldn’t stop looking at Sakari standing there naked and arguing with her colleague like they were having a discussion over politics. When he found Dante and that woman in the desert, Dante appeared to be drawing light from the woman. Like an incubus? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dante nodded. “Perhaps not a threat but there is another thing.” Sakari winced as if Dante was going to give her some bad news. “He’s not a threat to Anartia. There’s no way he can get there.” Who were these people? One way or the other he’d have to be prepared for anything. He just wished he wasn’t naked. “You’re not human, are you?” Brad concluded. Their silence gave him his answer. “I’m not sure if I can buy that,” Brad tried not looking alarmed even though his body felt cold as if the temperature in the desert had dropped thirty degrees.

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Sakari huffed in frustration. “That coming from the man who changes into a leopard,” she said sarcastically. “Yeah.” Brad rubbed his forehead. “So where are you from?” “See?” Sakari said to Dante. “We don’t have to worry about him.” Dante shook his head slowly. “Sakari, he’s a Sha Warrior.” “No.” Sakari took a step back, then stepped in front of Brad and crossed her arms, a barrier between him and Dante. Was she trying to protect him? Oh, God. He never wanted her more than at that moment. Naked and vulnerable, weaker and obviously inferior to Dante, she was defiantly making a stand on Brad’s behalf. He loved her for that. “No, he’s not. You just want me to find other Kithras.” Dante shook his head. “No.” “Why can you tell a Sha and I can’t?” Sakari demanded. “Because I’m the only Drone who was a Sha Warrior when I was human.” “Even if you’re correct, you cannot have this one. Find another.” Sakari backed up to Brad. Brad grabbed her shoulders and moved her aside. “I can fight my own battles. Just tell me what’s going on. What’s a Sha Warrior?” Touching her naked skin was a mistake, Brad’s cock didn’t realize he was in danger and it was getting hard. “The demoness is getting impatient. Anartia requires the Sha Warriors and soon or we’ll never make it back to Prygos.” Dante moved closer. “No, Dante. I beg you. There must be other Sha Warriors. There must be another way. I can help you.” Sakari’s voice cracked. “If you explain the problem maybe I can help,” Brad said. He needed more information before he could determine what his level of danger was. He’d find out about Prygos and Anartia later. Sakari turned and faced Brad. Now he really was turned on. She looked at him with a cautious look. “We need bio-energy to break our alternative world free. We’ve been trapped by the magnetic binds of Earth within an alternative dimension, called Anartia. Sha Warriors are humans with excess bio-energy.” As if that was simple logic. She turned back to Dante. “What can I do?” Brad tried to wrap his brain around what she’d just said. Alternative world. Trapped. Humans with excess bio-energy. He still wasn’t sure but he didn’t think it sounded like the cards were stacked in his favor. “I may consider your request,” Dante said. “If you help me find John Reilly. I must have my revenge before leaving Earth.” “Who is he,” she asked. “An enemy I need to kill. During the California Gold Rush in the 1850s, he not only stole my gold claim, he stole my wife and hired someone to kill me. While I was dying

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in the desert, a Drone took me to Anartia. According to Tarik, I had the lifeforce of a Sha Warrior but the energies within me had nearly drained out. Assimilation saved me.” “But Reilly is long dead,” Sakari said. “Tarik later assimilated several Drones around that time and Reilly was one of them. New Drones can change identity, form, facial features, even acquire special skills to protect them while on Earth. So even I wouldn’t recognize him.” “I was a slave then, never allowed in the lower chambers. How would I know him?” “There are fifty remaining Drones. While you’re in Tarik’s chambers you can ask him.” “Why won’t the demoness tell you who he is?” Sakari asked. “She’s kept his identity a secret because she knows I hate him. It’s her way of holding something over my head. She says she’ll tell me one day. She torments me with it.” “To find this information,” Sakari noted, “I’d have to seduce Tarik. And the demoness has forbidden me to give my offering through…the usual way. She’s jealous and might retaliate.” “A risk, yes,” Dante agreed. “But this is my deal.” “Wait! I know someone who might know. And it’s less risky,” Sakari said. “Go on.” “Zorian, the trainer. He trains all the new Drones. He should know who Reilly is.” “Zorian wouldn’t say,” Dante countered. “He might be persuaded. I believe he’s in love with you.” Dante made a face as if he didn’t believe. “But I sometimes see him with Natesa, the demoness’ singer.” “Zorian admitted his feelings to me,” Sakari said. Dante frowned, then grinned. “Okay. I think I can use this.” “Don’t hurt him,” Sakari said. “Don’t worry. Zorian will have a night he won’t forget.”

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Chapter Fourteen Zorian stepped aside to allow Gwyllain to examine the slave, Natesa. He hoped he was finished disciplining her, the encounter had gotten him as horny as hell and he wanted to take her into his chamber, sooth her pain and ravish her, something he did with many of the slaves—male and female. This slave had odd sexual tastes, insatiable and she liked it rough. Natesa knew how to keep him amused. Still chained to the marble column, she drew breath in large gulps and a slight sheen of sweat coated her skin. Fortunately, her wavy dark hair hung in her face and hid her defiant eyes from Gwyllain. Zorian knew Natesa was smart enough not to challenge the demoness twice in one day. “Let me see her face,” the demoness demanded. “I want to see if she has had enough.” Please, Zorian thought. Behave. He brushed back her hair and raised her chin. Natesa kept her eyes downcast and looked spent and in pain. Good girl. “Better,” the demoness said. “If your music didn’t please me so, I would send you away.” Zorian knew that “send you away” translated as destroy. The demoness examined the red welts on Natesa’s bronze skin. There were several marks on her buttocks, thighs and back. Then she glanced at Zorian’s engorged cock. Smiling, she took his shaft in her hand and stroked it. He forced himself not to pull away and locked eyes with her, giving her his best sultry look. Thankfully, she didn’t read minds. She was wearing a sheer, shimmering blue sheath that clung to her breasts and hips. She was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that but he abhorred sex with her. He hoped he didn’t have to attend to her next. “Hmmm. I see my Disciplinarian enjoys his work. If I did not have to receive offerings from a number of Drones, I would make good use of that.” The demoness gave his cock one last squeeze, then let him go. “You may release her.” She turned and strutted back to the pool, selected two male Drones and walked into her private chamber with her two male companions. “Bitch,” Natesa said with a venomous tone. Zorian shook his head. “One day you will push the demoness too far.” “But I enjoy your punishments. Feel how wet I am.” Still hanging from the chains, she opened her legs. Zorian slid his hand to her mound, spreading her folds with his fingers and slipped a finger inside her cunt. She was soaked. Natesa moaned and rocked her hips, urging him on.

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“Let’s continue this in my chamber,” Zorian said. He removed his hand and released her binds. Inside his chamber, the other slaves had left a bowl of water, fresh towels, fruit and wine on a side table. Scented gardenia blooms, cultivated from Earth and freshly cut from the demoness’ gardens, had been placed in a ceramic vase. Zorian was one of the few servants permitted to visit Gwyllain’s gardens and fresh flowers were like an aphrodisiac to his mistresses. After a thousand years, he knew what Natesa liked. The bed took up one corner of the room and was neatly made up with natural linens. Gwyllain was so busy with her Drones that she never concerned herself with her servants’ private lives. “Sit,” Zorian ordered. Natesa sat on his large bed, then laid back, spread her arms over her head and opened her legs. “Lick me,” she said. “There’ll be time for that,” he said. In a small bowl, the slaves had left a medicinal gel solution. He mixed some other herbs into it. “Let me tend to those lashes first.” She pouted. He wanted that lush, red mouth around his cock. “If you would like me to punish you. Just ask. Stop pissing the demoness off. It’s not a good idea.” She was more than sexual gratification to him but he wasn’t in love with her. He suspected he wasn’t much more than physical gratification for her. Fine with him. He had feelings for all his lovers and there was room in his life for many but he wasn’t the type of man to have just one lover. Although there was one he longed to have but couldn’t. He secretly restrained his darkest desires for Dante. She gave a short laugh. He touched her breasts, then rubbed her pussy. He put the medicine aside for a moment. “Okay, just for a minute, then I do need to take care of those welts, they’ll scar.” He knelt down between her legs and spread her thighs. His mouth came down on her pussy and she groaned. With his lips he tugged on her swollen bud and licked it with the tip of his tongue. Her body quivered. Then his tongue began to rub in slow circles and she cried out holding his head in place. “That’s good. Yes, Zorian. With every lash I was thinking about your mouth on me.” He glanced up and she was pinching her nipples. They were hard and taut. He rubbed back and forth over her clit and he thought she’d writhe right off the bed. “I’m going to come soon.” He stood up and she gasped about to protest at him for stopping but then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her cunt. Natesa shouted as the orgasm shattered her. He pumped and thrust until she was spent but he didn’t come himself. He had other plans if she’d allow it. When her climax eased, she pulled him down on her. Reaching under his pillow, she pulled out a dildo and raised it up to show him. “Do you want that?” he asked. “No but I’ll do you, if you do me,” she offered in a seductive tone.

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He smiled. He knew what she meant. “After I take care of your wounds.” He got up and dipped the end of a towel into the bowl and came over to the bed. “Lay on your stomach,” he ordered. She did and he gently applied the herbal medicine to her welts. It was slick and slippery. The redness immediately disappeared. “Hmmm. Feels nice. What else can you do with that?” she teased. When he was finished, he dropped the towel and dipped his fingers into the bowl again and slipped his fingers in the cleft of her buttocks. “Yes,” she said as she raised her ass up. His finger, slick with the gel, found the entrance of her anus and prodded. She moaned. “Do it.” His finger slid in and her body tightened around him. She pushed her butt against his probing finger. “You feel ready for me.” “You first.” She rolled away from him, opened a drawer in the table and found the strap that attached to the dildo. His cock hardened and his testicles drew up tight as he watched her strap it on around her waist. The dildo protruded from her pussy. “Works for me.” He wouldn’t last long once she filled him. Standing up, he washed up some with the bowl of water and spread the slick gel over the dildo hanging between her legs. Taking her in his arms, his mouth came down her hers, in a heated kiss. His tongue delved deep, searching out hers in a seductive dance. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. The two cocks nudging their bodies nearly sent him over the edge. He scooped out a portion of the gel and slathered more on the dildo. “Want me?” he asked, smiling. Nodding, she said, “Let me fuck you.” He knelt on the bed and she stood behind him, gripping his hips possessively. She caressed the curve of his bottom then spread him apart and eased the tip of the slicked dildo to his anal opening. Pressing gently, she worked her way in slowly and reached around and grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. Unable to hold back, he groaned in pleasure and rocked against her. He smiled as liquid heat flowed through him. This was what he liked about Natesa. She was sexually insatiable and erotically enlightened. “God, that’s good.” His body quivered, wanting to feel the pressure of the cock inside, even though he knew it wasn’t Dante. It was her and she wanted to pleasure him this way and for the moment he wanted her more than anything. “Am I hurting you?” she whispered. “No.” “You want more?” “Yes, harder.” His hand dug into the sheets. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to prolong this.

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“You want all of it?” she asked. “Yes.” She thrust into him but she was holding back. He could tell. “Love, you don’t have to worry. Do it harder. Do it rough.” Finally, she got into it a bit more. Grabbing his hips, she rocked against him. It felt good but wasn’t hard enough. She didn’t have the strength that a man would have. “Like this?” “Harder, rougher.” He gritted his teeth. Damn it, don’t come yet. She could fuck him better. Zorian heard a sound behind him but ignored it, figuring it was a slave who had opened the door by mistake, saw them and then left abruptly. “Mind if I join you two?” Dante said from the doorway as he closed the door behind him. Natesa cried out in surprise and stopped pumping. Zorian froze and lost a bit of his erection. At first he was angry for the interruption, then a flutter went through his chest. Was Dante asking to have sex with them? With him? Natesa slipped the dildo from his ass and Zorian held back a moan. “You want to join us?” Dante gave a short laugh. “If you and Natesa don’t mind.” Zorian narrowed his gaze. What was he up to? “Wouldn’t you prefer Natesa alone?” Dante smiled. “Another time perhaps. Actually, I came here to see you,” he said to Zorian. “But I’d be happy to pleasure the lovely Natesa too.” Natesa smiled at that. “Please, join us then,” she said, removing the strap-on, then stretched out seductively on the bed. “As long as Zorian approves.” Zorian searched Dante’s face, not completely convinced of his motives. Why after all this time… “All right.” Dante moved over Natesa, kissed her, slowly, with such tenderness Zorian felt a ping of jealously. Dante massaged her breasts and slipped a hand between her legs. “I see you’re nice and wet. Zorian has other skills besides disciplining and training.” “Very true.” She rocked her hips matching the rhythm of his strokes. “Has he pleasured you yet?” “Yes.” “Let’s see what I can do.” He removed his clothes and climbed on the bed and began to suck Natesa’s breasts and then moved between her legs. In a matter of moments, he had her writhing and screaming in another orgasm. Zorian sat back on the bed, feeling like an intruder. He knew it, Dante was here to fuck Natesa. He got up to leave. He’d go and take a walk. When he got back maybe they’d be finished and gone.

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As Zorian started to leave, Dante grabbed his arm and pulled him down. “Where are you going?” “I thought you’d rather be alone.” Dante smiled and shook his head. The look he gave Zorian made his insides soar. “I told you, I came to see you.” He pushed Zorian down on the bed and knelt between his legs and then took his cock into his mouth. Oh, God. Zorian sighed at the heated pleasure that flowed through him as if the rough seas of Anartia had instantly stilled. “Yes,” he breathed. And Dante took all of him. He felt the tip of his cock rubbing the back of Dante’s throat. He gripped Dante’s shoulders. “Man, you’re going to make me come soon.” “Not yet.” Dante got up and checked out the bowls on the table, found what he wanted and coated his hardened cock with the gel. “Don’t you want me to go down on you?” Zorian asked. It was almost a plea. “Another time. I heard from the doorway that you like it hard and rough. Let me see what I can do.” Zorian didn’t need further instructions he got on his hands and knees, anticipating Dante’s attentions. Natesa lounged on pillows at Zorian’s side, stroking his cock. Sliding his hands over Zorian’s hips, Dante turned Zorian so that he could stand behind him. He spread his ass cleft wide and positioned his cock at his opening. Zorian’s body quivered and ached for Dante’s cock. How was this possible after all these years? Why now? He didn’t want to think, just wanted this. “Do you want me to be rough?” “Yes,” Zorian whispered. “No mercy?” “Yes.” Dante thrust his cock into Zorian with a grunt and the Disciplinarian cried out. Natesa gasped