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  THE TANTRIC SHAMAN

  by

  Crow Gray

  © 2016 Crow Gray

  All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reprinted without permission of the

  author. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is entirely coincidental and all characters and situations are fictional.

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

  This book is a work of fiction and fantasy. The characters are mostly of supernatural origin, and therefore, the “normal rules” do not apply to them. However, in real life it is always advisable to practice safe sex.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about!” Harry yelled as Ingrid danced around the campfire, slowly stripping her clothes off to the loud music.

  “Yeah, this is my kinda camping trip,” Jeff said as he watched Ingrid.

  “Oh, you're all into Ingrid now?” Jeff's girlfriend Kate said playfully as she pouted.

  “You know you're the only one for me, baby,” Jeff said, never taking his eyes off of Ingrid as she ripped her top off, exposing her 36DD breasts.

  “Oh, hell yes! Free the puppies!” Harry said, sucking on the joint as he watched his girlfriend gyrate.

  “Come on up here and join me,” Ingrid said to Kate, motioning her with a come hither gesture.

  “I don't know, Kate said, much more shy by nature than Ingrid.

  “Come on, baby, it'll be hot,” Jeff said as Harry passed him the joint. He took a hit and passed it to Kate. “Live a little.”

  Kate took the joint and inhaled, then smiled up at Ingrid. The marijuana had taken away the last of her inhibitions, so she reached up and squeezed Ingrid's breasts, much to the delight of the two men watching.

  “Mmm...damn, Jeff! Looks like we might get a little girl-on-girl action after all! Harry said, clapping.

  Jeff was mesmerized by the sight, watching as his sexy girlfriend made out with another girl in front of him. The fact it was his best's friend's girl, and he was watching as well, would normally have bothered him. But the drugs and alcohol made it all moot, and he was just enjoying the moment.

  The girls began to go at it hot and heavy, Ingrid pulling Kate's top off and exposing her smaller but firmer breasts. Harry and Jeff felt their jaws drop as they watched the girls rub their hard nipples together, their tongues intertwined.

  Jeff watched as something bounded from the woods and just like that the girls were gone. Harry was in a stupor, and the girls had been gone a few seconds before he even noticed.

  “What the fuck?” Harry asked, as both he and Jeff stood up and looked for the girls. “What the fuck was that? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

  “I don't know!” Jeff said, and suddenly the two men felt a warmth mist over them.

  “What the hell? Is it raining?” Harry asked before the two noticed the dark red color of the liquid.

  “Oh shit,” Jeff said quietly as body parts began to rain onto the two.

  Harry was knocked to the ground when something struck him in the face, breaking his nose. He reached up to cradle his gushing nostrils when he saw it was Ingrid's severed head that had struck him.

  Jeff was still standing as various arms and legs smacked into him. He opened his mouth to scream, but the scream never came as the same something that had taken the girls bounded into the firelight and took him.

  Harry did have time to scream before he heard a growl, and then heard nothing ever again.

  Sam and Gigi walked into the noisy, crowded bar and almost choked on the smoke. Most establishments in the area had banned smoking indoors years ago, but out here on the edge of civilization some places still allowed it. The pair’s acute sense of smell was tested by the strong scent of tobacco, and they both found their eyes watering.

  The two walked over to the bar, trying to acclimate to the barrage of sensation. They were looking for someone, two someones actually, and they wouldn't let a little discomfort stop them. Sam noticed the scent of cannabis mixed with the tobacco and decided this bar must be even more progressive than he'd thought. Not something he'd expected to find here on the Louisiana Bayou, but he'd learned long ago to expect the unexpected.

  The two were attracting attention even though they weren't trying. It was hard not to stand out when you looked like Sam and Gigi Swain. Sam was tall and lean, but muscular. His long, dark hair braided halfway down his back, his bushy beard covering the parts of his face his sunglasses didn't. Gigi was only slightly shorter; her legs making up most of her body were fully on display in the short denim mini-skirt she was wearing. Just above her flat, toned stomach were a pair of firm 34DD natural breasts that surgery would never be able to match. Her long blond hair and firm cheekbones only added the cherry on top. The two were hot, and they knew it. At the moment, they had other things on their mind.

  Sam decided they were attracting too much attention at the bar, so he led Gigi over to a table in the back. They both sat down, scanning the room and not even attempting to be subtle.

  “Anything?” he asked.

  “No. This place has too many smells,” Gigi answered.

  “Yeah, and they know it. But they are either here, or we just missed them. I had their scent until we walked in the door.”

  “Me, too. But if they're not here, they could be getting further away every second we waste.”

  As the two continued searching the crowd, a waitress made her way over. Even considering their important mission, the two found themselves checking her out. She was a stunning redhead, just slightly shorter than Gigi. She was wearing leather shorts and a leather bikini top along with short boots, all in black. She looked the two over, liking what she saw. “Can I get you two anything?” she asked, licking her lips as she looked from one to the other. “And I do mean anything...”

  Gigi stared at her openly as Sam examined her from behind his dark glasses. The chemistry the trio felt was undeniable.

  “Bring us both a beer, whatever light beer you have on tap is fine,” Sam said, trying to keep his mind on the mission.

  “Sure thing. Two beers coming up. My name's Alice by the way, haven't seen you two around these parts. Hope to see a lot more of you,” Alice said, the look on her face speaking volumes as she walked away, being sure to swing her ass because she knew the two were watching.

  “Damn,” Gigi said softly.

  “Mind on the mission,” Sam said, although he felt his cock starting to stiffen in his tight jeans.

  “I don't see them anywhere,” Gigi said, obviously distracted.

  “I don't sense any of our kind or their kind either,” Sam said.

  “So what do we do?” Gigi asked.

  Alice returned with their beers. “That'll be eight bucks, want me to run a tab?”

  Sam felt his mouth water as he looked Alice over. She truly was fuckable, but he wasn't sure why he was having such a reaction to her. He normally could control himself better, but tonight his dick seemed to have control.

  Gigi's mouth had gone dry as she stared at Alice's luscious breasts. “A tab will be fine,” she managed to stammer.

  The waitress set the beers down and then took a seat at the table right along with them, stretching her legs out and putting them up so they both had a great view. “So what are your names anyway? Are you new in town? Passing through or gonna stay a while?” she asked.

  The two were becoming more and more aroused as th
ey examined her nice legs.

  “I'm Sam, and that's Gigi. We're just passing through. We're looking for some friends of ours, maybe you've seen them?” Sam said, remembering what they were there for. “Nice looking couple, real young. He's shorter than me but thicker, and she's a real petite thing. Both of 'em are blondes. Bo and Candy, usually riding a Harley together. You seen ‘em?”

  Alice looked up like she was thinking. “Bo and Candy, huh. They hot as you two?” she asked.

  “They are pretty hot,” Gigi said, smiling, “but I don't about as hot as us. Or as you, for that matter.”

  “You know, it's so damn loud in here I can't even think. I get off in ten minutes, why don't we go somewhere we can talk. I may be able to help you find your friends. I see a lot of people come. I see a lot of people come and go, I mean. Let me think on it and maybe it'll come to me. Meet me on the porch?” she said.

  Gigi looked at Sam expectantly. She knew he'd decline and say they had things to do. But he surprised her.

  “Sounds like a plan,” he said, chugging his beer and setting his empty glass down on the table.

  Not to be outdone, Gigi chugged hers as well, only slightly slower than Sam. “Yeah, I like that plan.”

  Alice winked. “Good, see you soon.” She got up and walked back to the bar, wiggling her ass again. Dammit, Damian, she thought. I was thinking you'd owe me for this one, but I'm probably going to feel more like I owe you.

  Bo and Candy stood on the porch, shivering in the cool night air. They could still hear the music from the bar off in the distance, and the swamp itself was only a few feet away. This was where they had been told they'd find him, but it appeared no one was home. How could anyone live out here in this shack anyway?

  Bo knocked again, impatiently. “Hello? Is anyone home? Mr. Ivory?”

  “I don't think he's here, Bo,” Candy said, stomping her feet to try to keep warm.

  “He's got to be here, Candy. If he's not here we may as well give up now, because we're dead. He's the only one that can help us.”

  “How do you know that? We don't even know if this is the right guy. This could all be some fairy tale, who knows if any of the stuff we've heard is even true?” Candy said, hoping, praying she was wrong.

  “It's true,” Bo said.

  “How do we know he'll even help us?”

  “Because he owes my grandfather a favor.”

  “Oh, come on! Bo, your grandfather is old and senile, everyone knows that. He probably made all this stuff up about the tantric shaman!” Candy said, feeling bad as soon as she did.

  “Candy, he didn't make it up! Everyone knows about the tantric shaman!”

  “Everyone knows about Santa Claus too, but I bet he wouldn't help us either!”

  Suddenly a porch light came on and the front door was flung open. “Who the hell is out here arguing on my front porch?” the man in the doorway said. He was shadowed, so it was hard to get a good look at him.

  “Mr. Ivory? Is that you?” Bo asked.

  “Who the hell is asking?”

  “I'm Bo Evans, sir, and this is my fiancee, Candy. You know my grandfather, Ford Evans, but everyone calls him--”

  “Chevy.”

  “Yes, that's him. It's a joke, you know, his name is Ford but--”

  “You're stammering kid. Come inside, and bring your girlfriend in before she becomes a little teensicle out there,” the man said, stepping back and waving them both in.

  Bo took Candy's hand and the two walked in together. It was one room inside, with a bed, kitchen, and fireplace. It looked just like you'd expect a hunting cabin to look, although it was fairly modern inside. Even though the fire was the only light, it was bright. Bo was surprised to see no shades or curtains on the windows, as they hadn't been able to see a thing when they had tried to peek inside.

  “Now, what kinda trouble are you two in?” the man said.

  “What makes you think we're in--” Bo began.

  “Don't waste my time and yours, just tell your story.”

  Candy looked the man over as he and Bo talked. He wasn't very tall, but there was something imposing about him. He had long brown hair, and seemed well put together. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she could see the ripples of his chest and abdomen. He was wearing tight jeans, and Candy found herself looking him up and down as her breathing started to shorten. He was much older than her, probably older than her father, but something about him excited her.

  “Why don't you two take a seat on the couch,” the man said, taking a seat in the only chair in the living area, a recliner.

  Candy and Bo both sat down. “Sir, are you Damian Ivory?”

  “Yeah, that's me.”

  “So you're the tantric shaman?” Candy blurted out before she could stop herself.

  “Yeah, some people call me that but I think it's a silly name. Now, can we get on with it?” Damian said.

  “Sorry, sir. It's just that my grandfather said if I ever got into trouble I should look you up,” Bo explained.

  “How is your grandfather?” Damian asked sincerely.

  “He's...getting older,” Bo said.

  “Yes, I suppose he is. And how did you find me?”

  “Grandfather told me just how to get here. He said you told him long ago, if he ever needed you, he'd be able to find you.”

  Damian nodded.

  “They are after us, sir,” Candy said, interrupting the conversation. “I don't know how far behind us they are, but they are after us and we may have put you in danger. I apologize, but we had nowhere else to go.”

  Bo looked at Candy as if she'd said too much, but she just shot a look back at him.

  “I know they are. And you don't have to worry about them right now. They're...occupied,” Damian said.

  Bo frowned. “I don't understand? You know who's after us?”

  “I know more than you think. But just in case, tell me your story,” Damian said, leaning back in his chair and listening.

  Alice lived in a mobile home set back in the woods about two miles from the bar, in the opposite direction of Damian's cabin. She had driven her car home and the couple followed her. She unlocked the door and flipped on the light, entering as Sam and Gigi followed.

  “So can I interest you in a drink? I know it's weird, we just left a bar and I'm offering you a drink but--”

  “Where's the bedroom?” Sam asked as Gigi closed the door and locked it.

  Alice looked at them coyly. “The bedroom? It's at the end of the hall.”

  Sam picked Alice up, throwing her over his shoulder and heading down the hall as Gigi followed.

  “You two are forward, aren't you?” Alice said from her perch upon Sam's shoulder as he carried her effortlessly to the back, having to stoop slightly in order to move down the hall.

  Sam felt for the light switch and flipped it on as he tossed Alice onto the bed and stood over her as Gigi undressed, stripping nude in seconds.

  Alice opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable to form words as she took in the sight of Gigi's nude body. Her breasts seemed almost too perfect, and her stomach was flat and tight. She had tan lines which stood out in the shape of a very tiny bikini, and only a light dusting of dark pubic hair was visible, a landing strip.

  Gigi slid onto the bed and kissed Alice, their tongues meeting as Gigi began to undress her. Alice kissed Gigi deeply as she felt her body bared, Gigi stripping her almost supernaturally fast. Sam just watched the two women, finally removing his sunglasses as he began to remove his clothes. The two women stopped their kiss, looking up at him as he bared his own tight body, tanned by the sun and hardened by hard work. This wasn't the body of a gym rat, this was a body sculpted by labor.

  “I didn't tell you two to stop,” Sam barked.

  The women began to kiss even more hungrily, rubbing their bodies together as they luxuriated in the feeling of soft feminine flesh. Their hard nipples brushed together, sending an electric shock through them as their lips pressed togeth
er and tongues danced.

  Sam knelt on the side of the bed, totally nude now as well. His hard cock was standing at attention, thick and larger than average as he stroked it slowly. He didn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on, and found himself fighting the urge to just attack the two women.

  Alice finally caught a glimpse of him and gasped, his hard cock looking so tasty as he palmed it. Gigi heard her gasp and looked over her shoulder to see Sam preparing himself.

  “Mmm, see something you like?” Gigi whispered to Alice.

  “Oh god yes,” Alice whispered back.

  “You don't get it yet, though. I have something else for you to take care of first,” Gigi said as she moved up to straddle Alice's face.

  Alice groaned as Gigi rubbed her sweet pussy in her face and immediately began to lick up and down her pussy-lips. Long, slow licks, enjoying the taste as her tongue moved over Gigi's shaved slit. Alice was lost in lust and couldn't swear to it, but she thought she heard Sam growl before she felt his mouth on her own wet slit.

  She moaned into Gigi's crotch as Sam began to eat her out vigorously. Whereas she had been almost dainty in her approach to licking Gigi, Sam was anything but, instead burying his face between Alice's legs and sucking her pussy and clit. She felt his teeth grazing her as his tongue went deep.

  “Oh my god that's good,” Alice groaned before Gigi grabbed her hair and shoved her face deeper into her pussy.

  “Just keep licking, you little slut. Just..like..that..” Gigi said, grinding into Alice's face.

  Sam slid two fingers inside of Alice, feeling her body jerk as they went deep. “Nice tight little box you have here, huh,” he said, flicking his tongue rapidly over her clit as he jammed his fingers into her roughly.