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the door frame, the door propped opened by her butt.  Her gaze clung to me.  “What are you?”
    Time for bullshit.   “The Dark Angel of the Abyss, the Guardian of Hell, and the last, best hope of mankind.  Fear me!  Worship me.  Fuck me!”
    She sank to her knees, clutching her robe lapels.  “Yes, my Lord.”
    I had the feeling her next book was going to really rock.
    The cage of whirling lights sped faster, constricting, limiting my space even more.  I used a trickle of raw magic to awaken my Dragon Voice tattoo; the ink band around the base of my neck warmed.  Pain paid for my magic.  It felt like someone was trying to guillotine me with a baseball bat.  I rocked in place, clenched my fists, and kept my face blank; looking weak was for wimps.  Pouring force of will into my tone, I spoke with a command voice not dissimilar from that which powerful vampires employ on occasion. 
    “I command you spirits to flee and resist my will no more.”
    Being sentient—if dead—they understood me, and that understanding opened the door for my dragon magic to affect them.  They peeled off and flew through the ceiling, leaving me triumphant, a metaphysical sword lifted to the bloody heavens of my imagination, the sword of my cock equally defiant.
    My gaze fell upon Lillian.  I frowned at her covered flesh.  “Lose the robe, get on the bed, and prepare to be ravished!”  My command voice all but lifted her to her feet, nearly flinging her across the room.  The air shivered with power as Lillian hit the bed, the robe fluttering in the air behind her.  She dived onto the comforter and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs.  I smelled her moisture and her need.  She moaned like a bitch in heat.  “Oh, take me, damn you.  Now!”
    The soul of mercy, I didn’t force her to beg any longer.  As I leaped after her, my cock yelled, Banzai!
     
     
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    “It’s not what it looks like.
    Okay, maybe it is.”
     
                                                      —Caine Deathwalker
     
     
    Hours later, Shiva and Holy Grail burst into the room.  Shiva skidded to a stop and stood watching as Lillian shrieked in ecstasy from under the pillow I held against her head.  She collapsed, still impaled in a doggie position. 
    Shiva leaped forward and seized the pillow, wrenching it away, flinging it across the room. 
    I know it looked like I was trying to suffocate Lillian, but that wasn’t it; her screaming hurt my ears.  I didn’t have time to explain this because her vaginal milking brought me to an explosive release of my own.  My heart hammered.  I breathed heavily, my hands on the small of Lillian’s back.  Recovering, I glared at the intrusion, but wasn’t that mad; Lillian had clearly reached her limits, even if I hadn’t.
    It’s not easy being a sexual behemoth.
    Holy picked up my clothes, came around Shiva, and stared at Lillian’s limp form.  “My god, what have you done to her?”
    “I’ll let you figure it out.”  With a loud squishy sound, I withdrew from Lillian.  “Better yet, perhaps you’d like a demonstration?”
    Forgetting which one of us she was supposed to be protecting, Shiva pushed Holy back from the bed.  Shiva averted her eyes as I slid off the side of the bed and came around for my clothes.  My swaying cock was softer, growing flaccid, but still of a very respectable length.  Holy swallowed a startled gasp, handing me my things as I reached out my hands.
    Shiva said, “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.  When we heard blood-curdling screams, we reacted appropriately.”
    “You didn’t think to just call me on the phone?”
    The girls looked blankly at each other.
    Idiots.
    Slipping into pants, zipping up, sliding into my shirt, I decided I’d had enough fun for now.  I needed to get on the job, and that meant finding out about the spirits running