Through the art of shadowmancing, my indian race desi had learned how to manipulate the substance created in the absence of light, to seize that ephemeral aether and manipulate it. We'd taught it to our most loyal servants, the human males who carried out our will and fertilized our eggs. Like all races born of Las, mine was a single gender: all female. We needed human males to reproduce, just like the weak, purring creature in the embrace of my scales. The shape of Keythivak rose out of the gathering shadows, a whip-thin man. I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. He stood with the languorous grace of a deadly fighter, ready to spring in any direction and deliver death. My assassin. I dispatched him after those humans who dared attack my servants. They cost me men, slaves, the death of my warlord, and the amateur loss of an artifact I made promises to deliver. Promises that would give me the power to seize the shahdom. “Dread Istandar,” Keythivak said as he knelt before me. My serpentine body uncoiled. Shilia slipped to the floor, purring in delight as she curled up at the foot of my throne. I ignored her, the last of the bliss fading from my body as I focused my full attention on my assassin. “You have it?” I demanded. I needed it. The Paragon was growing...impatient. “I found the trail,” Keythivak answered, “from where Gorth'in was killed.” I hissed a that. Warleader Gorth'in was one of my best. He had found the thief's trail early on, following it only to die. Killed by these humans who had what I needed. It troubled me that they possessed power that could defeat a shadowmancer. “And?” “Their trail lead pussy to a faerie ring,” Keythivak replied. “I could follow no farther.” My scales rasped together as I absorbed this information. The thieves had fled to Faerie? Why? Maria asked blushing. I put two amateur fingers into Penny, palm up of course. She looked over her shoulder at the bed and me sitting their naked, my futa-dick throbbing hard again. The Jaxson’s also had a personal masseuse, a limo driver (Hector), and a 12-car warehouse on the grounds. Lisa looked up at Steve and he nodded to her and she desi looked back at me and pleaded, "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your pussy cum!" He took the empty bottle and with his cock still in her pussy, positioned the smaller end of the bottle near her asshole. We can go out Thursday if that’s okay with you. Mitch put him under just before leaving for the night and used sign language to order the chimp to be docile and affectionate and to never bite a human again. Then she noticed her nipples and labia were getting warm and tingling. (She verbally nods to that in his ear.) He works as a laborer on some construction crew that another high school buddy of his owns, and can barely pay the bills, but he has enough money to get drunk everyday. Sitting down, she held up the measuring beaker and looked up at me. "Come on, Henry," she said matter of factly, "I haven't got all day so drop your pants and get to it." I’m expecting this request to be fulfilled by close of business Monday. My fingers dipped into my underwear. She bites her lip. “Didn’t Girt tell you this approval comes with a full scholarship indian and a career fund?” She paused, hoping whoever it was, would just go away. Kevin grinned, his beard shaking, It is an old English Tarzan movie. In Seattle, a night watchers attention was drawn to one of her many screens.