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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] dribbled down her chin. Through pleasure-laden eyes, he watched as her pink tongue curled out and artfully corralled the wayward droplets. Capturing the white pearls of come, her tongue returned to her mouth and she once more swallowed. A very contented smile crossed her face. Weakly, the ruler raised himself to his elbows after regaining a portion of his strength. He grinned at Ponkert who sat with Mara watching the whole sexual feat. "Tis a shame you would not bet. I'd have a handsome purse of silver now," Tomar chuckled. "I counted no less than nine orgasms from her. Possibly ten!" "Ten?" the fully-sated Leda questioned at his side. "Ten, milord? There were only four. Possibly five, but ... " Grunting, the brawny Tomar rolled the girl over and swatted the plump ass he had upturned, "By the gods of Ulfblom! Am I to stay here all night and argue with you, wench? You were too busy, to count! Must I bring you ten more times so you'll know what it's like?" The girl twisted her head and smiled coyly from beneath the auburn locks of her hair. "Would you, milord?" Snorting in disgust, his palm applied another stinging swat to her ass cheeks. "Enough, I said!" Turning back to Ponkert, he continued, "They can't get enough in this damned place! They'd have screwed me into an early grave if I'd have given them half the chance!" Unable to speak because of his laughter, Ponkert just nodded his head in acceptance of the king's words. Rising from his seat in the white pillows, Tomar called for his clothes. Two serving girls answered the summons and began dressing him. "Come along, Baron Ponkert," he urged the Earthman. "Forget that willowy piece of fluff you're fondling. I know this other pleasure house down the street where ... " Chapter 8 "Ponkert, look! There-by the roadside-a rose!" Elf's excited words drew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since his emergency landing on this strange planet. Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthman watched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted toward the deep red bloom. He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar had provided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortian pleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances of Keller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision not to take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death-especially when there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge the victor from such a battle. He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald king of that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lock swords with Tomar. Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomar outfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword, battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steel that would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe. Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuable during their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of the terrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanship had provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Not to mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth of information about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on the backs of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations of various sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller's development. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends and myths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelict colonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten by the mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residents had known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Of course, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan. He fully realized places like Hort, and people like Tomar and his daughter Elf, would be the losers if such a venture succeeded, but then this was a dog-eat-dog universe and if he didn't look out for himself, nobody else would! "Look, Chad!" Elf panted as she remounted her mankil, which bore the name Harl. Unlike his own Richard, Harl was a stunted animal and entirely docile. "This is quite a rarity." the hazel-eyed girl exclaimed, holding the carmine flower out for his examination. "This rose grows wild in the forest of Hogue, but are seldom found. Some say the petals can be crushed and the slightest drop mixed with wine forms a powerful elixir-an aphrodisiac." Ponkert smiled at his impish companion, "What would you want with a love potion?" "Milord, I have no need of such a brew," she glared somewhat contemptuously at him. "But there are those that do!" Her heels nudged her mount forward without another word. The girl's eyes stared straight ahead as she settled to the back of her mankil. The rest of the day's journey continued in much the same manner. The silence irritated him for some strange reason. Even when he suggested they stop for the night, she merely grunted and gave a curt nod of her head. As he bedded their mounts down for the night, the girl went about lighting a small fire and laying out their equipment. With Richard and the diminutive Harl safely hobbled, he announced his plans of scouting the area for direwolf spoor. In reply, Elf curtly informed him of her intention of bathing in a stream running about a hundred yards from their campsite, and that if he needed anything further from her, he could find her easily enough. More than a little perplexed by her attitude, the Earthman strolled off into the dense forest surrounding the small clearing in which they had made their camp. He had obviously said something that had insulted the girl and now she was retaliating by denying him her companionship. Not quite the way for a woman who had offered her life to him to act. Although he tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she had presented, it still bothered him for some reason which he couldn't explain. Trying to take his mind off the girl, he pulled his sword from its scabbard and took a couple of swipes at an imaginary opponent that suddenly appeared before him. The imaginary villain deftly done in by his expert swordsmanship, Ponkert carefully examined, the fine workmanship that went into the blade. Laying the sword aside on the ground, he pulled out his battle-axe and admired it. Although he had yet to use the weapons, they gave him a feeling of security in this world of knights, kings and fair damsels in distress. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |