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    an end to her minions. “I can’t go through the portal without it and I can’t transfer the chi I’ve assimilated.”
    “Time is running out. My sun sets soon.” She pointed to the low-hanging red sun, mostly covered in black clouds. “That’s less than two Earth weeks left and you’ve been diddling with this woman when you could’ve killed her for the largest take. And you’ve been collecting miniscule chi amounts with animals. Such a waste of time.” Her other hand began to stroke his buttocks, sliding her fingers along his crack. Still, she wouldn’t let him move away from the edge. Below, the waves crashed on the sharp rocks, salty spray licked at his skin. This was not the time to ask why she had summoned him back to be a Drone so early. He wasn’t due to give his offering for another fifty years. He didn’t even know how many Drones lived as he did on the Earth plane—immortals whose only task was to provide life energy to Gwyllain every one hundred years.
    She laughed that shrill laugh again and pressed her body against his back. He felt the whisper-thin material that covered her voluminous breasts and probably clung like a skin to the rest of her body. She either wore a bodysuit outfit or a long tight dress, neither leaving anything to the imagination. The material shimmered like eelskin in blues, greens or reds. He wondered what she wore right now and felt his cock twitch.
    Once she absorbed his collected chi, all would be well for a time, the sea of Anartia would calm, the skies clear and the land again yield a profusion of vegetation. Then he could return to the desert. Appease the gods. An offering of chi to propitiate the gods.
    “If you don’t collect enough chi at the end of this moon cycle, then I’ll make you my slave, or I may choose an abrupt ending to your immortality. The Drones are needed to maintain the balance on Anartia but I can find others to replace those who do not yield what is needed.”
    Killing mortals was looking like a reasonable alternative. “Don’t worry, Gwyllain, I’ll fulfill my service in time. But aren’t you wasting my chi now, or your chi, by holding me here? I can think of something more interesting we could be doing.” He reached around and slid his hand to her pussy. She was wearing the dress today. The silky material allowed him to feel every fold of her mound. He rubbed at her slit. She sucked in a breath and moaned her approval.
    Gwyllain let go of his neck and wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him away from the ledge. “Tell me why you don’t just kill that mortal woman and go on to the next one?”
    “Amy has a substantial amount of chi and as long as I don’t complete the sex act, I can absorb that energy and transmit it to your world. The more frustrated she gets that I don’t make love to her the more chi she gives off.”
    Gwyllain sighed, annoyed but somewhat satisfied with his explanation. “So the survival of my world is just a sexual game for you?” Her voice became shrill and her body pressed him toward the edge again.
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    Straightening, Dante grabbed her arm. If she was foolish enough to push him over the edge, as powerful as she was, she couldn’t stop him from taking her over with him.
    Twisting around, he crushed his broad chest against her breasts and ground his hips into her, knowing his erect cock prodded her pussy. “Fuck you, Gwyllain. I’m doing my duty. My immortality depends on the survival of your fucking fragmented world. I find killing humans offensive. If I can acquire the needed chi a different way, I’ll do it. And if I run out of time, I’ll resort to killing. Either way your world will be safe.” He preferred to collect his offering of chi through human sexual interactions alone.
    Killing animals was an alternative. His shapeshifting powers enabled him to stalk and capture animals for chi, also to travel quickly and inconspicuously. The Native