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mistress. I was disoriented after that offering. I must be drained.” He rubbed the circulation back into her wrists and ankles.
    “Not surprising. Heightened pleasure increases the measure of chi transferred. The more aggressive my Drones, the more pleasure I obtain. Only you know how to please me so.”
    Dante gave Valdon a smartass grin. Valdon’s shoulders rose in a shrug. Dante realized she probably gave the same compliment to most, if not all, of her Drones. At the moment, one of the slave girls entered the chamber. Gwyllain glance over at the girl who stood hesitantly at the foot of the bed, carrying a tray with a bowl and pitcher of water, towels, goblets of wine and fresh fruit. The girl had long dark hair, was slight in frame, with overly large breasts, the type that Gwyllain’s consort Tarik preferred. The girl placed the tray on the bedside table, poured water into a bowl and soaked a soft cloth. As she approached the demoness to clean her, Dante took the cloth and began stroking Gwyllain’s face, breasts and slowly down to her pussy. She smiled and raised her hips.
    “Better?” Dante asked, waiting, hoping she’d dismiss him so he could return to his ranch on Earth.
    “Yes.” She stroked his chest and grasped his partly erect cock in her hand. “Too bad, your chi level needs replenishing. I would enjoy receiving another offering.”
    Dante thought best not to argue.
    “But, that would be too dangerous for you.” She released his cock.
    He was about to speak but she waved her hand silencing him. Then she narrowed her gaze at the slave girl. “Leave us.”
    “Mistress?” The girl bowed slightly and pointed at the entrance to her chamber. Two large Drones stood there wearing tunics. Dante recognized them as two of the older Drones, Joren and Rylus. They were assimilated from Earth hundreds of years before he was. Joren had light hair trimmed short and Rylus had dark hair and eyes. Both were large and rather menacing looking with numerous crisscross scars across their arms, legs and back. The dark one had a thin scar cut diagonally across his left cheek. Dante thought they were both once gladiators. Perhaps rescued as he was while they were dying.
    “Drones are to wait for me outside,” the demoness said with an annoyed tone.
    “We’re your bodyguards, mistress,” Rylus said. Both men bowed slightly but didn’t make them look less menacing. “Tarik ordered us to report to your chamber immediately. Would you prefer we wait outside your door?”
    “If you’re my bodyguards, I don’t want you to leave my side. Stay right where you are,” she ordered.
    The one with ash-blond hair took a step forward in front of the other slave. The other man was smart not to make an issue in front of the demoness. Dante suspected the two slaves would be fighting it out later. Slaves and Drones knew that all couldn’t return to Prygos. This was bad.
    Turning her attention to Valdon, the demoness said, “Now, Valdon, what is Tarik so impatient about?”
    “Anartia is slipping out of this dimension,” Valdon said. “We have only two weeks, not a month before we must leave. Tarik wants the Drones to collect crystals from Earth to amplify the power needed. Drones and slaves will embed them in the walls and ceiling of the temple.”
    The demoness nodded and sighed in frustration. “I understand. Dante, go see Tarik now and tell him that you’ll be bringing two Earth horses and for him to store them in his chamber.”
    Valdon burst out laughing. “You’re bringing your horses to Prygos? I’ve got to see this. They’re wild. You can’t get near them because they sense the demon in you. How are you going to bring them through the portal? They’ll tear up the temple.”
    Dante clamped his mouth shut to keep from saying what he’d regret in front of the demoness. “They’re not wild. They’ll be fine.”
    “You have two weeks, Dante,” Gwyllain warned as she plucked a couple grapes into her mouth and