by Crow Gray
“How are you alive? I hit you good with that first shot? What the hell, man?” the man said weakly as he began to go.
“I was lucky” Damian said. He tried to think of something else to ask, but before he could the man passed out. He wouldn't be waking up again.
Damian walked back to his motorcycle, climbing on and driving away. He wasn't sure what to do about the dead body, so decided to do nothing. He'd died of a snake bite, even if the beating would be hard to explain. Whatever, not his problem.
So not only had someone placed a bounty on his head, but they'd pointed the bounty hunters right at him. This was bad, really bad. And while at first Damian had only suspected, now he was almost sure. It was her, it had to be.
Alice, he thought. I need to see Alice. Maybe she can at least point me in the right direction.
He gunned the engine and headed back towards Alice. At least now he had somewhere to start. He debated flying back to her, but decided he'd better conserve the energy. There was no telling what he could face in the near future.
She swirled the waters of her scrying pool, watching Damian cruise down the highways of Tennessee, oblivious to her observations.
“Oh, Damian, Damian, Damian. My, how resourceful you are,” she said. She was wearing thigh high leather boots along with a black bra and thong, and nothing else. Her body was almost too perfect. Her ass was firm, not too small and not too big. Her tits were a perky 34D, and her legs long and tanned. She had flowing dark hair down past her shoulders.
She turned and looked down at the nude slaves kneeling at her feet; two men and two women, all four of them looking hot enough to have come directly from a porn film. And in actuality, they had.
“I try to start a war and what does Damian do? Not only does he stop the war, he brings about a peace that hadn't been seen in decades. I sometimes see why I married him,” she said. “But I wonder if he knows this was all done to bring him out of hiding? Hell, I even sent those two love birds on a collision course, giving their hormones a kick so they'd go for one another. Who knew the little horndogs would actually fall in love?”
She rubbed the back of her hand on the nearest kneeling males cheek, a young blond with broad shoulders and a washboard stomach. “If only he'd listened to me. If only he'd have embraced the darkness as I did. Oh, the influence I now possess. Damian let his morals get in the way, not seeing that a life lived solely for hedonistic pleasure was the fastest way to absolute power.”
She watched Damian some more through the scrying pool, her expression unreadable. “Ah, Damian. I thought divorcing you would be enough―but now I have to kill you. I don't really expect that bounty I placed on your head to do anything but slow you down. But that's okay. I want to deliver the killing blow myself. ”
She turned to the waiting slaves, snapping her fingers as she moved to a gigantic bed in the center of the chamber.
“Come on, slaves. I need some juice,” she said, lying on the bed as the slaves crawled onto the bed with her. “After all, Damian's not the only tantric shaman in the world, now is he?”
END PART ONE
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