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------------ ----------------------- Later that afternoon . . . ------------ ----------------------- Shamira was a bit grouchy. She hadn't gotten much sleep at all that day, and then Shane had "summoned" her to the golf-course for a round with him and Banshee. Clara had grinned when her lover was grumbling and getting dressed, then the Native American herself had to report to the control room to relieve Raul for security detail. Shamira dressed up, grabbed the fancy new clubs that Shane had bought for her, then made her way to the first tee. When she got there, Lillian was also present. She was dressed in skintight black-spandex suit that contrasted nicely with her fiery-red hair. She also had a cherry-red ball gag in her mouth, with leather straps leading from it around her jaw and secured at the back of her neck. She was holding an umbrella over Shane, trying to look meek. Shamira just thought it made the former swimsuit-model-turned-necromancer just look sultry. 'Why can't I
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Shamira was pacing a trench in the area around the eighteenth green on Shane's golf course. It was bad enough that she had been a vampire for less than two weeks, a sexual submissive (in practice) or less than one week and that both things weighed heavily on her mind. She had just finished baring her soul about one of the most traumatic events of her existence, and now she'd met her first ghost who had an unbelievable message for her. "Bullshit!" she shouted again. "I assure you, that is the case as it stands." "Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was. She's a born-again atheist, so why would she be seeing some kind of psychic --" "Medium," the ghost corrected her. "She is seeing a medium." "What are they saying now?" Banshee asked. Of the four beings who were not ghosts present, only Shamira and the necromancer Lillian could see the ghost. Shamira could only see him because he had come to see her. Shane and Banshee had to wait for interpre
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---------- ----------------------------- Fifteen long minutes later . . . ---------- ----------------------------- It was difficult for Shamira to open her hotel room door when her back was pressed against it, and with Clara pressed against her front. The Native American's hands were up under the other woman's shirt, grabbing those large breasts through the fabric of her bra. Clyde would call them when he got a hold of the medium responsible for contacting Shamira's sister, so the two vampires were going to occupy their time until he called. "Get the (pant) damn door open!" Clara said, unhooking Shamira's bra at last. The door fell open as Shamira finally got the card into the slot and shoved down on the handle, and both women tumbled into the room. The door was slowly closing as Shamira's shirt came off and Clara's bottoms were pulled down. Clara pushed her friend back onto the bed, then yanked the woman's boots and jeans off. "Damn, I wish you hadn't taken today off," Clara mu
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------------- ------------------- Several hours later . . . ------------- ------------------- If she hadn't had such a great morning earlier, Shamira would be miserable. Even with her advanced recovery, she really needed more than a few hours of sleep before starting the day. But Clara's cell phone had erupted (to Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London" as a ring tone, no less) with Clyde informing them that he had located the medium who had been dealing with Shamira's sister. They didn't ask how he had found out so fast, but they did show up at a little trailer-style business on the outskirts of town. Just as Shamira had thought, it was on the far side of town from where her sister lived and worked. Inside was a nervous young woman who had all the trappings of a stereotyped gypsy woman. The trailer-trash-blond was sitting next to Clyde, fidgeting and rubbing her hands. "I'm so sorry," she was saying as Clara and Shamira walked in. "I wasn't trying to expose anyone. It's just that
Protect and Serve Chapter Thirty One
------------------- --------- The next night . . . ------------------- --------- Clara and Shamira pulled back into the garage shortly before midnight. Shamira's spirits were high, and Clara was smiling despite complaining for the last three hours that Samantha and Shamira had just gotten their phones and didn't need to use them after spending half the day together. "It's actually good to be home," Shamira said, hanging the keys up on the wall. "Yes it is," came Clara's voice from behind her. The slimmer woman shoved Shamira against the wall. "And now, you need to remember that you're not in Kansas anymore. And it's not your day off anymore," she whispered heatedly into Shamira's ear. "Go to your room, put on something appropriate, and then report to Shane." She stepped back and brought a hand down hard on the muscular woman's denim-clad ass. "Got it?" "Yes Mistress Clara," Shamira crooned. 'Did I just croon?' she wondered. 'I guess I did.' Something was different. She was happi
Protect and Serve Chapter Thirty Two
Shane came in her mouth with little warning. He pulled out until only the head remained inside, then spurted several waves of warm jizz onto her tongue. "Swallow it," he growled, "and clean up the mess. Shamira happily obliged, swallowing his seed and then gently sucking and licking his softening member until it glistened with the moisture from her mouth and that was all. He stepped away and tucked himself back in, and then picked up the belt again. Moving to the side of the desk, he brought it down, making her back tingle. The rest of her was already tingling from what Henry was doing. She getting strapped and fucked at the same time, and she couldn't believe how good it felt. Their whole world revolved around her at the moment. Just for shits and giggles, she "strained" against the handcuffs, making sure every muscle of her arms, back, and shoulders was flexing to its utmost . . . so they knew the power of the animal they had captured. She wondered if it was just her imagination
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Shamira found Henry waiting in the garage, his head under the hood of the Lincoln Blackwood he loved to drive. "You wanted to see me? At a highly inappropriate moment?" she added, giving him a meaningful glare. She had been in the middle of her "spider therapy" with Banshee when he had crept up behind her and lightly tapped her on the shoulder, freaking her out like nobody's business. Needless to say, she had left that session more freaked out about arachnid's than when she had gone in. "Yeah" He replaced the dipstick and closed the hood. "Remember Tabitha Grunholdt?" "One of Shane's donors, right? The judge's wife?" "Yeah, her." "What about her?" "We're going to kill her." Shamira had been looking over the cars in the garage when her feet stopped moving. "That's not funny." "Wasn't supposed to be," Henry said with a cocked grin. "Early next week was when I was thinking. We want to make it as painless as possible of course --" "You've got to be shitting me! Why would we kill h
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"It ain't that at all. I just can't seem to wrap my brain around how powerful you are.""What? I've got a few cool tricks, but you're stronger and Shane's stronger, and everyone keeps saying that the weres are --""They're a different kind of strong, and you are DEFINITELY more powerful than I am. Three of the Shadow Aspects? You're not even three weeks old yet!""Sorry," she muttered. She felt like she was being given a free pass . . . power she hadn't earned that should go to others."Don't be. I"m surprised, not upset." He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet, then checked out her hands. They were already as clear as if they'd never even been nibbled. "You're amazing," he murmured.Suddenly, Shamira was uncomfortable again. Someone else should've gotten all this power, not her. Someone better suited to using it. All the excitement and adrenalin of the evening abandoned her, leaving her feeling hollow again.Henry seemed oblivious to her mind's about-face. "Well, your
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------------- ---------------------Eight months later . . .------------- ---------------------"Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.Luckily for Shamira, baby dragons mature quickly given the right guidance. Aodh was already able to understand human language and was the emotional and intellectual equivalent of a teenage human. That was not always a good thing, but most of the time it was a blessing. Aodh, being the "big brother" of the group, helped direct his younger siblings as much as he could. He understood what had happened to his rac
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"She seems quite . . . enthusiastic," the Shepherd said from behind her. "But can she multi-task?""She can do many things at once," Shane assured his guest.Shamira just knew that she that her dress was being lifted up, exposing her minuscule panties. Those were ripped off with ease, and then her sex was penetrated from behind. The Shepherd had to be kneeling as he took her, but he did not seem to mind. She had cock in her mouth and pussy, and that made her happy. The Shepherd felt long but slim, making it easy for him to slide in and out of her with rapidity."Prepare to accept a symbol of my power over you," Shane said, withdrawing his member from Shamira's mouth. He pointed the head at her face and ejaculated, coating her face with streams of his seed. It dripped from her nose and mouth and cheek, which he seemed to please him. He zipped up and stepped away, allowing everyone in the room to see her face.Shane leaned over and whispered into he
Protect and Serve Chapter Eighty Five
----------- ---------------A week later . . .----------- ---------------"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You have the number of where we'll be and --"Arthur and Kira were both grinning from ear to ear as Shamira acted like a nervous parent. The two Renfields had once again agreed to babysit the young dragons, along with Katar and his flock, while Lord Stapleton's house had a special dinner to celebrate their recent success in finally quelling the rebellion from Southern Georgia. The Tribunal, as told by the three present members, had expressed the whole body's approval to Shane and his people.The dinner would be held nearby in case Shamira needed to get back quickly, but Archimedes thought things would be able to be kept in control. The spell-casters had come up with talismans that would temporarily allow the dragons' caretakers to communicate telepathically with the young reptiles, and there was a huge number of guards to make
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------- --------------------That weekend . . .------- --------------------"So that's pretty much been my life," Shamira finished. She had just recounted her recent life-changes to an already shell-shocked sister, who every now and then just asked Shamira to stand back up just so she could assure herself that the paralysis was gone.Samantha's eyes drifted over to the the dragon Aodh, who seemed to just as curious about her as she was about him. He managed to be around constantly, so much "underfoot" that he was almost cat-like. He was obviously beginning to understand spoken words. "Don't put your nose there," was a phrase he had learned quickly, because Shamira thwacked him hard when he went sniffing people in inappropriate places. Katar had curtailed such admonishments a bit by reminding her that this was how dragons investigated things."He's just so . . . big!" Samantha said happily, then walked over and let the dragon sniff. Aodh
Protect and Serve Chapter Eighty Three
--------- ----------------An hour later . . .--------- ----------------"Well, looks like I'm getting a visit," Shamira said after finally getting off the phone with her sister Samantha. Apparently being able to walk again and turn into a dragon was kind of a big deal. Who knew? She looked over at Kira and Arthur Blanks. "You guys gonna be available to babysit a while this weekend?"Kira was tossing bits of beef jerky to the Thorn-Tail while Arthur was sitting on the deck of the pool watching the Sea Serpent swim underneath. "Yeah," he said. "I think we can manage.""Katar, do you and yours have to be heading back to South America at some point? I hate the idea of just keeping you here indefinitely if you've got things needed doing."* The entire flock is here, and this is a momentous time. * Katar directed his next thought so that only Shamira could receive it. * We heard what you said to the elf. We will remember you for defe
Protect and Serve Chapter Eighty Two
Shamira had one clawed foot on the back of one dragon, trying to keep it still while she kept her eyes on the enormous above-ground pool that had been constructed nearby. Periodically, a little head, and by "little" she meant the size of a bowling ball, popped up shyly out of the water, looked around, the dove under the surface again. There were a lot of strange people in the barn, as well as two larger dragons and a large number of Lesser Dragons. Shamira had the sinking feeling that she would never have free time again.The new addition that had hatched turned out to be another male. He was also a Sea Serpent, which was a type of Moon Dragon. Archimedes had identified it quickly based on some old pictures and they had quickly gotten it to the pond while the pool was being built. The Sea Serpents could breathe above and below the surface and could live in both salt and fresh water. And they could apparently get big. Really big.According to legends, six hundred fe
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Shamira's mouth hung open temporarily. What DID she want? There were so many things from the carnal to the mundane that it was hard to decide. Then she looked at Clara, and that was all it took. She grinned.An hour later, she and Clara were sitting on a sofa in one of the trailers watching the enormous HD television that Shane had acquired quickly and at great expense. There was a bowl of popcorn on the floor, a couple of beers, and the two women were watching a pay-per-view romance movie."A first date," Clara chuckled, reiterating what Shamira had asked for."Well, it's a little overdue, don't you think?" the other woman said, feeling a little dorky. She was laying down on the sofa with her head in Clara's lap, glad to have a quiet moment with a woman who meant so much to her. The baby dragon was asleep, while Kira and Arthur were having the time of their lives keeping an eye on the massive reptile as well as talking with the Lesser Dragons. Shane was d
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--------- ------------------A week later . . .--------- ------------------Turning into a dragon . . . cool, but complicated. Being the only one who can get a real dragon to eat, sleep, and not set the surrounding countryside on fire was complicated and annoying. Trying to corral one Greater Dragon who wanted to go play with a flock of Lesser Dragons? REALLY annoying.*Everybody stop! * she projected in her most authoritarian voice. Apparently having the power of a full grown Moon Dragon had some advantages, because the dozen or so Lesser Dragons, each the size of large dog but smart as a human, all came to a complete stop and then tried to look inconspicuous. They had been playing what was quite possibly the noisiest, most destructive game of "tag" that she had ever seen played. There were paths through the woods around the farm where trees had literally been trampled by several tons of ancient reptile in pursuit of much nimbler prey.
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-------------- --------------The next evening . . .-------------- --------------Shamira was glad that dragons apparently slept most of the day away, because the young one was far too exuberant when it was awake. It did not seem to have any problem obeying Shamira's commands while she was in human form, but she still morphed back into a dragon most of the time because telepathy was more efficient with the youngster. One thing she discovered . . . convincing her companion to bathe would not be a problem. They went out exploring the property under cover of darkness and found a large tank stocked with fish. The little dragon dove right in and seemed to be having the time of its life. Shamira joined in and admittedly had a lot of fun splashing around.They hunted another cow, did some flying around the countryside, and Shamira spent a lot of time projecting behaviors into the young one's head, trying to impart some sense of what was acceptable
