Warrior Demoness - TI6

by Heckrotte, Fran

  "Geez!" Dakota groaned and squirmed under the persistent assault against her clit. Yemaya moved upward, as her fingers and thumb increased their pressure and speed. Taking Dakota's right nipple between her lips, Yemaya sucked gently, bringing Dakota to the brink of an orgasm... and then Yemaya stopped everything.

  "What the…" Dakota exclaimed. Yemaya grinned.

  "I decided to slow down a bit," she explained.

  "Slow down? Slooww down?" Dakota stammered. Before she could say anything, Yemaya started over again.

  * * *

  "That wasn't very nice," Dakota said.

  Raising one eyebrow, Yemaya gave her a haughty look.

  "Are you complaining?" she asked.

  "No. I'm just saying I was sooo ready and then you stopped."

  "Of course. I wanted to prolong your pleasure. Was I mistaken?" Yemaya asked, cocking her head slightly as she stared into Dakota's green eyes.

  "Never! I loved every minute of it — but can I help it if you do such a good job making love?"

  "No, and neither can I," Yemaya replied, grinning.

  "My aren't you sure of yourself," Dakota teased.

  "Yes. Now, how about some breakfast. I am hungry."

  "Again? Haven't you eaten enough?"

  "Never enough when it comes to you, but I am talking people food." Poking Dakota in the ribs, Yemaya jumped out of bed and dashed for the bathroom. "Would you like to share the shower?"

  Dakota didn't need to be asked a second time.

  * * *

  The domov was empty; Gaapa was disappointed that her mate was away. He may have heard rumors about Sabnock. Gaap liked to talk a lot but he was also a good listener. Few things got past him. Her next choice for information was Nergal. He commanded Dis' secret police and had spies everywhere. Like Gaapa he was part of the Elite, respected and feared by most of the minions and demons of the lower orders. Fortunately, he was subordinate to her so requesting his presence wasn't a problem. Within minutes he was standing before her.

  "You wish to see me, Gaapa," Nergal said, bowing respectfully. Gaapa wasn't fooled. Nergal resented anyone higher in rank than him but dared not show it. Although his position was secure as an Elite, it wasn't as a commander.

  "Yes. Thank you for your prompt response, Nergal."

  As if you had a choice, Gaapa thought, enjoying the game. Seniority had its privileges but superiority was more fun. Gaapa had no doubt she was superior.

  "Dis just told me Sabnock is missing. What do you know about this?"

  A slight narrowing of Nergal's eyes was the only indication of his surprise.

  "Dis told you this? I wasn't aware that Sabnock had disappeared. Why wasn't I informed immediately?" he demanded.

  "That is for Dis to say. Obviously your agents are getting lax. You may go now but you will tell me if you learn anything."

  There was nothing Nergal could say or do but leave. He prided himself on his information gathering skills. That he knew nothing of Sabnock was humiliating. His ego would drive him to find answers more than anything else she could have done. The dismissal was merely icing.

  What now? Where can you be?, Gaapa wondered. Death! Maybe It will tell me. I should have asked It when I was attending the human.

  Replaying the image of Death standing next to Sabnock when she had been killed, Gaapa swore.

  I should have known something was wrong. Death took too long with you. It has never taken that long for you to move on. Gaapa had been present during most of Sabnock's passings. Rarely did the demoness die alone. Such was the life of a warrior. What did the two of you talk about?

  "Death, I respectfully request your presence," she called out.

  Instantly, It appeared in front of her.

  "What can I do for you, Gaapa?" Death asked quietly.

  "I seek information about Sabnock. She is missing. Dis told me you refused to answers his questions."

  "His demands," It corrected. "I am not his to command."

  Gaapa laughed. She could imagine the Underlord's frustration dealing with an equal... more than an equal. Death had unlimited power over demons as well as mortals.

  "He knows that. It's just hard for him to accept."

  Death said nothing.

  "Will you tell me where she is?"

  "Why do you think I know this?"

  "You are Death. You know everything that happens to souls."

  A slight nod confirmed her comment.

  "Perhaps. If it is so, however, why would I tell you that which I would not your master."

  It was a good question. Gaapa thought about it for a few seconds.

  "Courtesy," she replied.

  "Courtesy?" Death seemed amused. "It is not the answer I expected. Explain."

  "You and I share similar existences. You free the souls from their bodies. I transport many of them to their final destination. Our work is equally important and mutually beneficial, although it is you who wields the greatest power."

  "True, but that isn't reason enough to break the trust of Sabnock."

  "I would never want you to break her trust. If that is the case, then I will not pursue this any further. Thank you for coming here."

  Gaapa's disappointment was obvious.

  "She asked nothing of me," Death said. "Sabnock is where she wants to be. That should be enough answer for everyone... but... I will inform her of your concerns."

  "Thank you. That is all I ask," Gaapa replied.

  Nodding its head, Death vanished. Gaapa quickly followed. Wherever It went she wasn't far behind.

  * * *

  Contrary to many beliefs, demons did sleep. In fact they loved those moments when the unbelievable became real. Gaapa had just finished transporting seventy souls and decided to take a quick nap. What lasted for only a few minutes could feel like hours or days.

  "Gaapa," a voice called, interrupting her dream. Gaapa stirred slightly, her eyelids flickering. "Wake up. I need your services." The voice was insistent.

  Opening her eyes, Gaapa looked around. Everything in the domov was in order.

  Weird dream!

  "I'm not a dream, Gaapa. This is Sabnock. I need you to do something for me."

  Sitting up, Gaapa rubbed her eyes.

  "Sabnock? Is it really you?"

  "Yes. I have only a short time and then I must go. Will you help me?"

  "Of course, but where are you?"

  "Where I should be. I am happy, Gaapa. That's all that matters."

  Gaapa nodded. For Sabnock to be happy was almost unimaginable.

  "What do you need of me? I am yours to command."

  Sabnock quickly explained what she wanted Gaapa to do.

  "I will be eternally grateful," she said when she was finished.

  "It isn't your gratitude I want, Sabnock. Just knowing you are well and happy is enough. Thank you for honoring me with this final mission."

  "Thank you, Gaapa. Now I must go. My best to Gaap."

  Before Gaapa could reply, she felt the essence of Sabnock vanish.

  "Farewell," she said to the emptiness.

  * * *

  Yemaya and Dakota were snuggled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. Lost in their own thoughts, neither had spoken for almost an hour. Finally, Dakota decided to break the silence.

  "I can't help thinking about Constance and Sabnock. What could a historian and a demon have in common?"

  "The same thing we have... love," Yemaya said.

  "But we're both human. So is Constance... but Sabnock... I mean if she's a demoness... she has to be immortal. It would be an impossible situation."

  "Nothing is impossible... and remember... Constance lived a long life. There was plenty of opportunity for them to spend a lot of time together."

  "I guess. Still..."

  Her next comment was interrupted when the flames in the fireplace began flaring. A loud popping noise followed and then sparks flew out onto the marbled floor. Both Yemaya and Dakota jumped up and began stomping on the glowing
embers scattered near them.

  "Green wood," Yemaya said, pushing the charred remnants into a neat pile with her hands. "I will get Maria to bring in—" A scream brought her to her feet and she swung around expecting to find Dakota had burnt herself on an ember. Instead a hideously disfigured woman stood before them holding an object in her hands.

  "You are the human, Dakota?" she said, ignoring Yemaya, who had stepped close to Dakota to defend her.

  "Ye... Yes," Dakota stammered.

  "This is yours." Holding out her hand, the woman waited for it to be taken. Hesitantly, Dakota took it, her eyes widening in surprise. "I don't understand. Where did you get this?"

  "Sabnock asked me to bring it to you. She said you would know what to do with it. Do you?" When Dakota didn't answer immediately, the woman frowned, making her appear more gruesome. "Do you?" she asked again, demanding an answer.

  "I... Yes, I know how important it is. We'll protect it," Dakota replied.

  The woman looked at Yemaya for confirmation. A slight nod was all she needed to know her mission was over.

  "Then I have fulfilled my obligation to Sabnock."

  "But..." The question went unanswered. The woman had disappeared. Dakota looked up at Yemaya and then at the object in her hand.

  "This is the history of the Gebians."

  "I know," Yemaya said.

  When Dakota began crying, Yemaya wrapped her arms around her lover and rocked her gently back and forth.

  "Do you think they're together?" Dakota asked, sniffling.

  "Do you have any doubts now?" Yemaya countered.

  "No. No, they have to be together. Constance and Sabnock. I'm happy for them."

  "So am I," Yemaya said, squeezing Dakota with her arms.

  "I wonder who that woman was. I know this sounds awful but she was so hideous looking." Dakota grimaced.

  Yemaya laughed.

  "The messenger, I guess. Hopefully, this will be the last time we see that face."

  Neither heard the faint laughter coming from the fireplace.

  The End

  About The Author

  Fran Heckrotte lives in sunny South Carolina with her husband. Some of her interests include motorcycling, boogie boarding, scuba diving, gardening, and water gardening. She spent three years in Alaska enjoying hiking, camping, gold panning and working part time at a local ranch. After moving to the South to become a policewoman for five years, she left law enforcement to become a carpenter. Now she owns a property management company. As time permits, she likes to travel to Montreal, Canada, and South Beach, Miami with her gal pals to enjoy the nightlife.

  Other Titles by This Author

  The Illusionist (First in the Illusionist Series)

  Summary

  DAKOTA DEVEREAUX, an investigative journalist, is on a mission to uncover the secrets of Yemaya, the Illusionist. However, in her quest for an expose on this mysterious woman, she uncovers more than she bargained for. Dakota is targeted by a power hungry CEO, determined to learn the Illusionist's secret at all costs and a madman intent on fulfilling his perverted fantasies.

  From Moldova, land of the legendary werewolf, to Transylvania and the Carpathian Mountains, two souls must battle the dark forces of evil for their lives and their love.

  * * *

  Bloodlust (Second in the Illusionist Series)

  Summary

  Yemaya and Dakota have just returned to the Illusionist's homeland for a well-earned vacation when they are informed that several villagers had been savagely attacked and killed by something or someone. At the same time, a young Carpi woman is found lying unconscious near the outskirts of Teraclia. Comatose, she is unable to tell anyone what has happened and science can provide no answers. Two small wounds on her throat raise the old specter of the vampire, a legend the locals of the Transylvanian community are very familiar with and still believe in to this day.

  The Illusionist and her partner search for the truth behind these attacks. Will they fall prey to this murderous bloodlust that surrounds them, or will they succeed in stopping this heinous reign of terror?

  * * *

  Lilith (Third in the Illusionist Series)

  Summary

  YEMAYA, the Illusionist, and her journalist partner, Dakota, find themselves embroiled in a search for the person responsible for the rape and torture of a young Carpi woman attending a university in the States. When they decide to visit a local nightclub for "women only," they find the owner and her employees unusual. Dakota feels mysteriously attracted to one of the clientele while Yemaya recognizes a kindred spirit in Lilith, the club's owner. Spiritual ancestors, missing whores, a sadistic exporter and new acquaintances lead the two lovers into an adventure of biblical proportion.

  Lilith! She was a demoness, as old as humanity itself. Now, the owner of a "women's only" nightclub and part owner of the Sisterhood, a small group of whores who have banded together to create a better life for themselves, it was her job to protect the women who were putting so much trust in her. When a local pimp decides to eliminate his competition, Lilith and her two demon partners want revenge and no one knows better how to exact it than demons. This is a revelation of the past, the present and the events that forever changed the course of human history.

  * * *

  Les Gris (Fourth in the Illusionist Series)

  Summary

  THEY WERE Les Gris, the Shadow People, and they are as much a part of us as we are them. As children, we talked to them, played with them and disclosed our innermost fears, secrets and dreams; and they patiently listened, comforted and encouraged us. In time, though, most humans outgrew their imaginary friends and eventually forgot them. For those few who didn't, humanity's very existence would be determined by the strength of the bond between a small group of women and their life partners, the Les Gris.

  * * *

  Saira (Fifth in the Illusionist Series)

  Summary

  SAIRA WAS was a Traveler. Even her name meant "traveler." Her entire existence was dedicated to making the journey to seek answers to the questions that plagued her. Sometimes she felt as though she were a pawn in a game she didn't understand but knew her destiny was hers to decide. She chose to let the uncertainty of time make the decisions for her.

  Unfortunately, her curiosity not only gets her into trouble but creates a series of events that affects not only the mortal world but the spirit world too. Yemaya, Dakota, Mari, and Maopa will find their lives turned topsy-turvy, and Saira will learn an emotion she had never experienced before... fear.

  * * *

  Solaria (Futuristic Science Fiction)

  Summary

  THE FIRST awareness of existence was a chaotic flash of colors, meaningless and yet in an odd way logical; why, she wasn't sure. Birth is the most significant event in life, and yet it is never memorable; at least not for the newborn; but then she really wasn't a newborn, even though it was the first day of her life. She was 1A526, the first of her kind, an artificially intelligent blend of technology and bio-mechanics. Created to serve humans, Solaria and her AI programmer, Carley, soon discover the company funding the Hubot Project had more sinister motives. If Solaria were to fulfill the hopes of the woman who had given her existence meaning, she would have to become the human her programmer had dreamed of and take down Future Dynamicon, the company that created her.

  Back Cover Summary

  Warrior Demoness

  Book VI in The Illusionist Series

  SHE WAS SABNOCK, a demon, who, like the Phoenix, lived and died many times because she chose to live amongst mortals rather than spend eternity babysitting the legions of the Underlord. There were no longer battles to be fought in the Underworld so the ex-commander left her realm to live with the humans as human. Falling in love, she now had to choose between her vow to live and die as a mortal or love and live as a demon, not knowing if her lover could accept the truth. The wrong decision would condemn her to a life of loneliness — and for a demon, life was eternity.
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