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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 100

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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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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.”