Knights of Desire [Flights of Fancy 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

could. While the translators were working well, the language barrier still cropped up from time to time, often with amusing results. Like when the translator somehow connected the word "hill" to "boob" and "slit" to "pussy." She laughed out loud when Landis tried to tell her about a cleft in the low mountains where his men sometimes took cover from rainstorms.
    "I gather it's a bit rare, but the science people tell me parallel evolution isn't unheard of." Lieutenant Talbert's musings snapped Shane out of her thoughts. She'd wondered about why—and how—the people here could be so much like humans. "There's a theory that much, if not all of the life in the galaxy sprang from some sort of common cosmic egg. Different exobiologists use different terms, but they seem to like panspermia the best." He smiled. "I can barely pronounce it."
    Regardless of the reason, there were no important differences between humans and the people here. Shane wondered how far that went. She'd seen both Landis and Clemmons without their shirts, and the bones and muscles under the appropriately tanned skin all looked right. In fact, they looked right enough to make her mouth water. The bulges in their pants made her pussy water, too. She giggled—it also made her hills warm.
    Talbert frowned. "What did I say?"
    "Oh, nothing." Shane changed the subject. "How did your meetings go with the king?"
    "Very good." He poked at the campfire with a stick. "Most of the talks are with various ministers and other officials, but the time I spent with King Sayid was good. He was just as tightlipped about this war they're fighting as the two knights, though."
    That was the only area where Landis and Clemmons had been coy. All she'd been able to learn was that the knights fought dragons. As romantic as the idea sounded, it also had a bit of the incredulous about it. "I think it's mostly a translation problem. For some reason, the electronic translators can't grab the emotional side of why they are fighting."
    "I agree. Maybe when the linguists get up to speed, they can figure it out. I don't think it's important, though."
    Shane glanced at her watch. "I'd better go check on the sentries." She stood up from the campfire. "Sleep well."
    She liked to make a check on the several guard posts set up around the camp before she went to bed, not to check on the guards so much as to just take a walk. She used the excuse of making sure the sensors were working right to get out under the alien sky and unfamiliar stars.
    She approached post four, and a bright light flashed in her face as a voice called out, "Halt! Identify yourself."
    Shane smiled. The guards were well trained and alert. "Rawls, Shane. Sergeant."
    "Give the password."
    "Alpha niner five gamma."
    "Advance and be recognized." She walked toward the light, keeping her hand away from the sidearm she wore. The bright light went off. "Evening, Sergeant."
    "Evening, Degnan. Everything all right out here?"
    "Just fine. All systems are green and nothing happening." He chuckled softly. "Sort of a boring planet, if you ask me."
    "Boring is good for a change."
    The scanner beeped softly, and Degnan turned to the screens. "Two people approaching, bearing 187, range 158 meters."
    She looked over his shoulder at the infrared display and recognized the outlines of Clemmons and Landis. None of the other men were as big as they. "I'll intercept and identify them."
    "Yes, Sergeant."
    Shane moved off in the direction of the approaching knights. She was much more relaxed now that she had replaced her body armor with a casual uniform. While the armor didn't restrict her movements, it was sometimes stiff and would go rigid under what the system decided was an impact. The softer material of the uniform felt good against her skin.
    Whatever its exact nature, Shane knew she didn't understand the kind of war the knights fought. The closest things in her experience were the urban combat missions thirty years ago when Palean Liberation Front