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My Amazoness from Pellucidar 5 of 6

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I stopped what I was doing. And looked up. The world had gone silent.
There she was. I beheld my Dullahan standing just a few feet away. She was out of reach of my arms, but I wasn’t out of reach of her Big-Black-Scythe.
I saw many details in that moment. How sharp her scythe was. How dispassionately my Dullahan stared back at me. The way her long silken black-hair flowed in the breeze that wasn’t there.
She was a bit of cutie, in her own gothic way. She kind of resembled my Samantha. But that negligee of hers that barely covered her cleavage? Samantha would’ve never worn something so scandalous.

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My Amazoness from Pellucidar 2 of 6

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She then sat herself next to me, and held her knife in front her significantly. Its blade now had a sheen of red on it. When I touched my hand to my throat, it came back wet with blood.
“You’ll heal.” She said when she saw me do that. As she did, she locked her eyes with mine. As she sat there, she lifted her blade and with one swipe, licked it clean with her tongue. I shuddered at the sight.

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Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P. 7

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“Children! Come to me!” she shouted, heedless of the noise, while she raised both of her wings in invitation.

The Cubs ran to her and instinctively huddled underneath. Mara wrapped her wings around them all, like a mother hen protecting her brood.

Mara painfully ground her teeth together as wave after wave of burning hot rubble began to pound themselves into her back, neck, wings and tail. For just a moment, her wings retracted in response.

‘NO!’ she silently screamed when she remembered her duty.

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Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P 2

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Right then, Juanita became aware of a coolness that enveloped her body by the sudden absence of her clothes. With some trepidation, she became aware that Mara was now tightly cupping one of her breasts with her hand, and had begun stroking her stiffened nipple with a loving touch of her thumb.

“What do we have here?” Mara asked rhetorically, after she pulled her mouth from Juanita’s, a rope of saliva connecting their lips.

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