The Elumi: Gideon

By Kimberly Zant

Nicole has undertaken the most bizarre mission of her life—striking a bargain for the ‘golden’ seed of an Elumi. Unfortunately, he flatly refuses to donate, leaving her no alternative but to consult with ‘the man’ himself--who she discovers is easier to persuade to ‘cough it up’.

The vengeance of an infuriated Elumi, she discovers, can be ... very, very interesting.

Rating: Frank language. Contains graphic sexual content. Second Publishing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
• Release date: Jul 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463402566

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THE ELUMI: GIDEON

By

Kimberly Zant

© copyright by Kimberly Zant

Cover Art by Alex deShanks

ISBN 978-1-60394-

Smashwords Edition

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

Second Publishing

Chapter One

I was on the most bizarre mission I had ever undertaken in my life. Adrenaline pumped through my blood as I cruised through the tiny southern town, searching for the sign that would point the way to me.

Part of what was pumping my drug of choice through my rapidly beating heart—adrenalin—was fear. There was just no getting around that, because I wasn’t stupid and I knew the risk I was taking. Part of the rush was pure excitement because I was just plain crazy that way and I couldn’t help it, but part of it was also sexual.

I had a plan and if everything worked out just as I wanted it to, I was going to get the ride of my life tonight.

I braked when I at last spotted the sign: Holy Temple of the Warriors of God--15 miles.

My gut tightened. This was the place alright.

Flipping on my blinker, I made the turn and headed out of town, taking care to keep my lead foot from pressing the gas pedal to the floor. A lot of these little towns were notorious speed traps. It wasn’t part of my plan to get caught by Goober and risk a night in jail because I had a serious problem with my mouth and authority.

The only thing that actually worried me about my plan was that I didn’t have a clear mental picture of the layout of the Temple—hadn’t even been able to find a decent exterior view for that matter, although the newspaper clipping had shown a good view of the garish red doors that fronted the ‘Temple’.

It bothered me just a tiny bit that I hadn’t actually used my training in years. I’d served in the military fresh out of high school. Not that I was a zealous patriot, or a glutton for punishment, or out for adventure, or even to escape my fruitcake of a mother. I’d gone in thinking I could earn my college money and party at the same time.

I’d come out four years later with the certainty that I was not cut out for submission. I was a natural dominatrix, but the military hadn’t seemed to care for that particular talent since I was an enlisted stiff and supposed to follow orders, not give them.

Taking my college money, I’d headed off for my serving of education—no particular goal in mind. I just wanted the degree in whatever. It turned out there was a career just for me—management—and I’d enjoyed being the office bitch so well that I was damned near thirty before it finally dawned on me that I’d skipped something I didn’t want to skip.

In all honesty, I didn’t want to miss a damned thing. I knew it was unreasonable. Having your cake and eating it too just wasn’t done, but I suppose I inherited some of my mother’s unreasonableness. I’d decided early on that I was going to experience everything life had to offer, and taking half a slice wasn’t acceptable.

I’d almost missed the kid and family thing—actually, I didn’t particularly care whether I could rope a ring for my finger or not. I did want the kid, though.

Anybody that knew me well would have flatly vetoed the idea of me being a mom, but I figured dads didn’t have to be pansies to be dads. Who was to say I couldn’t be a hard ass and still be a good mom?

The trouble was, God—Fate—or Providence—was against me. I was outraged when I discovered I couldn’t conceive and the worst of it was that the moment I found out I couldn’t, I became obsessed with doing it.

Then I discovered that there were just some mountains that couldn’t be moved and I’d hit one like a bug at ninety miles an hour.

Depression wasn’t something I’d had much familiarity with before. I didn’t deal with it all that well.

It got me to thinking about my mother—the fruitcake. As my uncle was fond of saying, she was a few cards shy of a full deck—a total religious freak. I still couldn’t believe she hadn’t been nominated as a saint after she died. Of course, she hadn’t been Catholic, so I supposed that might have had something to do with it.

One of her weird religious experiences in particular popped into my head one day and since by that time I was really depressed and seriously obsessing over the ‘problem’ I began to wonder if there was anything to it. She’d always claimed she’d been visited by an angel and blessed with a child when she had been told she could never conceive.

Knowing my mother like I did, visited became raped and blessed—well, that was me and even I knew I wasn’t a blessing. I didn’t know who my father was, but I knew he wasn’t any where around. Uncle Bill hadn’t been too helpful. He’d just shrugged and said she’d gone off with some religious cult and came back knocked up.

I took an extended leave—maybe I’ll be back, maybe I won’t—from work. I’d been a workaholic for years and I didn’t have expensive tastes. I figured I had plenty of money stockpiled if I needed it and I could always go back to making other people’s lives miserable by making them work for their money if this didn’t pan out. I’d been tracking ‘sightings’ of angels for months and I was just about ready to give up when I ran across an article about the cult I was even now bearing down on.

They claimed they’d captured a demon from hell and they were going to offer him up to God on the next full moon. They wouldn’t let anyone see the demon—said it would get them and carry them to hell—but they were so excited about it I figured it was worth the drive down to Hicksville to check it out.

I didn’t believe in angels, mind you. I believed in what I could see and hear, but something really freaky had happened to my mother. I’d tracked her medical records down and, sure enough, she had been diagnosed as ‘unable to conceive’ which was why her husband had dumped her and she’d joined the cult to start with.

I’m not sure exactly what I did think had happened, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking aliens—which I had no problem believing in. I didn’t particularly care if it was either as long as it could do the deed.

Hell, at this point, I’d have taken a demon. I was part ‘whatever’ myself, according to my mother, which might explain why I was such a cream puff of a gal that I could wither a strong man’s cock at twenty paces just by giving him the ‘look’ if he annoyed me.

I drove by the Temple, slowing so that I could get a look at it. Unfortunately, it was already starting to get dark and it wasn’t easy to see since the building sat a good distance from the road. I drove a half a mile without seeing a road or driveway I could use to turn around and finally, after glancing at the road ahead and behind me, whipped the SUV I was driving around in a