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Warlords of Gaikon
Blade Book 18


By Jeffrey Lord




Chapter 1
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Richard Blade was in hisLondon flat. It was late evening, but he was not alone. The company was the
kind he preferred at that time of nightтАФor at any other time of the day or night when he was at leisure.
She called herself Suzanne AulinтАФa name that Blade knew was not her real one.
But her long brown hair was real and deliciously silky as he stroked it. Her clear complexion was
real, and so were the long, dark brown lashes above very wide and bright dark eyes. Blade couldn't be
sure if her figure was all real, because so far she was still fully clothed. But the curves under the red and
green pantsuit were promising.
He ran a hand over the crown of "Suzanne's" head, stroking and caressing the fine hair, then down
onto the back of her neck. He stroked the fine short hairs there, then brought his hand around and
stroked the side of her neck. A receptive glow appeared in her eyes, and a very small, pink tongue crept
out to moisten half-parted lips. His hand moved down, under the collar of her blouse, and felt the delicate
ridge of her collarbone under the satiny skin. She moved closer to Blade on the sofa.
Blade took encouragement from that. Not that he ever really needed encouragement to approach an
attractive womanтАФhe was a man who lived life to the fullest and savored every moment of it, the
dangerous ones as well as the tender or passionate ones. Blade considered for a moment what "Suzanne"
might think of some of the things the man beside her had faced, some of the things he had done.
He was almost amused at the thought. Of course neither "Suzanne" nor any other woman he met
would ever know about his far-flung adventures. The Official Secrets Act saw to that. He doubted if they
would be amused even if they could know. Horrified, more likely.
Blade turned his attention back to the girl, who was now staring at him with aroused curiosityтАФand
also aroused desire. His hands stroked her throat and neck again, then moved down to unbutton her
blouse in a few swift motions. Under the blouse was nothing except "Suzanne"тАФshe wore no bra.
 She didn't really need one, either. The bare breasts that Blade could feel under his hands seemed full
enough, subtly but beautifully curved, and as firm as perfectly ripened fruit. They were very real. Blade
pushed the opened blouse and the leather vest aside and off the girl's shoulders. She lay back on the
sofa, bare to the waist, as Blade ran his hands from her throat down to her navel. He followed his hands
with his lips, nibbling and licking gently in the little hollow of her throat. He flicked the small, dark nipples
with a fast-moving tongue until they stood up, swollen and engorged. "Suzanne" whimpered from deep in
her throat, twisted her head from side to side, and thrust her pelvis up toward Blade.
Her nipples weren't the only thing around that was swollen now. Blade stood up to pull off his own
shirt, then returned to the girl. His tongue explored her navel and occasionally wandered up to her breasts
again. Meanwhile his hands worked slowly on the belt of her slacks. There was an urgency swelling in
Blade's groin that made him want to rip off the girl's slacks and his own trousers and fall on her in an
erotic fury. But he also wanted to slowly and teasingly build up her passion until it was as ready as his
own to explode.
So he unbuckled her slacks and then drew them and the panties under them down over her hips and
down her thighs an inch at a time. An almost invisible bulge at the base of her stomach came into view,
then curls of dark brown hair. The smooth skin of her thighs had a pearly sheen in the dim light.
Now she was bare above the knees. A quick jerk, and she sprawled nude on the sofa. She looked