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“But not for long.”
“Very true. Not for long.”
~ ~ ~
Luken stood in the Militia Warrior workout center, his sword upright, knees bent, shoulders hunched.
Duncan did the same.
Time to start training the warrior who had visi
ons and a woman with at least one Fourth Earth power.
The first attack had both swords clanging, a shrill sound in the tall, three story room with echoing acoustics. In order to train him right, Luken had security remove the no-fold policy just for the work-out center. Part of battling as a Warrior of the Blood included calculated folds through instant moments of nether-space in order to come up behind the enemy unawares.
Duncan had made war for a long time, and he caught on fast. More than once, he’d taken Luken by surprise, folding behind him without Luken knowing and that was a damn hard thing to do.
Duncan worked out as well, like Luken did, pushing his muscle mass to tougher proportions. They were alike in that way, maybe each aware the future held nothing but the most dangerous situation possible: battling on Third Earth.
“So, you’re sure Yolanthe lives in a palace in Mexico City Three?”
Duncan breathed hard, recovering from the latest ten minute battling sprint. Sweat dripped down his face, and he folded a towel into his hand and mopped up. “She doesn’t live in the city. She is the city. She designed, built and owns Mexico City Three. She has hundreds of Militia Warriors in her employ and thousands of slaves. All do her bidding.”
“Do you have any influence with her?”
“Not anymore. The only way to save Rachel was to obliterate the mind-link.”
“Okay, then.” Luken nodded. “Ready for round eight?”
Duncan met his gaze and smiled. “Bring it, Warrior.”
~ ~ ~
Endelle hated herself for doing this, but if she didn’t, she’d fuck Merl, which would be a hundred times worse.
She lay on a bed in her very secret home in India Two, a place of heat and water and tigers. The latter roamed her secure home.
A man with black hair and dark skin and the tongue of a genius, worked her low. She wanted his cock, but she drew the line there, resigned to just having her pussy sucked and licked until she screamed.
He used implements as well in place of his cock, enhancing her pleasure and giving her a certain degree of satisfaction.
The whole time she wept as much from relief as from the horrible feeling she was being unfaithful to Braulio.
Yet, if she didn’t get this release at least once-a-week, she knew she’d fly into an uncontrolled rage and start burning her dimension down. The Council of Sixth Earth had kept her serving way too long, something that wouldn’t change anytime in the near future. She and her warriors had a new bad guy to beat.
The tigers paced at the perimeter of a lush courtyard garden, growling at the monkeys that played in the trees and along the upper balconies. Occasionally, the small primates would enrage the cats by throwing their feces at them.
When she’d come for the tenth time and finally felt her veins melting a little, she let the prostitute go, paying him well. She then burrowed into his mind, replacing any memory of her with a vague image of a wealthy woman he serviced regularly. Anonymity worked extremely well for her in this situation.
She remained in India Two for an hour, drinking wine and recovering. She’d shower as well, not wanting to give any of her staff reason to gossip because she had a post-orgasmic glitter in her eye.
Gossip in her Administrative HQ was a second language for her people and the warriors could spot a good lay at a hundred paces.
So, she waited and drank, erasing the physical evidence of her sin. Composed at last, she folded back to her private suite of rooms in her palace to take another bath and to ask Jeannie for an update.
“You sound more relaxed, Madame Endelle.”
“I’m half in the bag, is all.” That much was true. “Anything I should know?”
