Lore of the Underlings: Episode 6 ~ Meeting Minyon Read Online Free PDF Page A

bonds. A fine fettered play-boy, rebuffed and
cuffed. An ironic ironman cast in irons.
    “Grrr,” she purred. “I’d call him mine.”
    Axon sneered and bared his blade. “Do you see
what I see my sister?”
    “Only if you see a godsend, brother.” Her
pouty, red lips rounded into an ‘O’. She gripped her spear’s shaft
even tighter.
    Axon gave her an angry glare. “Oh, don’t get
any ideas now girl. I know that hunger in your eye. Gaming to make
him your own plaything — something the oddcat just dragged in.”
    Eela hissed, her face aflush and looking
hotter than ever. Yet the brother dared stand astride her pathway
to the stranger.
    “You don’t want any part of him, wild
thing.”
    “It’s not any part that I want — step
aside.”
    Each sibling flung back a long, carmine mane
and stared the other down. The pair seemed destined to come to
blows when there came a welcome distraction… A carnival stunt. An
impromptu sideshow. Courtesy of the captive.
    It all unfolded in slow motion, reflected in
Eela’s sultry glow. Like a scene played back from her wildest
dreams, the steamy final fantasy of ensnaring her very own superman
and revealing his secret identity… For at last with a marvelous,
manly scream, this sun-baked beefcake burst at the seams, snapping
the ropes around his chest but leaving himself half dressed. There,
nearly naked for all to observe. A rock-hard body to rival her
brother’s.
    Eela’s dark eyes lit up bright, black-hot,
fully ignited. She shoved her big brother out of the way and blew
by him before he could fight it.
    “Now, here’s some real man-fruit, all picked
and peeled! No more plucking your Treasured boys, girls —
prickberries all of them by comparison, and a pear short of this
juicy guy. Oh, I’d need a score to make a pie or fill a little
tart.” She laughed. “Jelly and jam, the whole puny bunch. They
can’t even hold his poms!”
    Her laugh turned into an impish grin. “Just
as well — that pleasure will be all mine…”
    Her voice tailed off in a musky growl, the
sound of a bloodlust she did not hide. It worked on men like jungle
fever, filling their heads with crimson tide.
    Cold sweat. Wet heat. Red red liquid
madness.
    John Cap looked infected too, her
blood-orange fire in his eyes.
    Tauntingly, the huntress continued. “Who’d
like to help strip the rest of his rind and see what he’s got for
seeds inside?”
    Of course no lass or lassie stepped forward.
None dared challenge her raw appeal. For they were all too timid by
nurture — church mice in contrast to that hellcat, this feline
force of nature.
    Yes they were tempted yet also afraid of the
stranger and what was unknown about him. No wonder their bark
lacked bite in the end. All talk, lips locked, but for
questions.
    “Wh-wh-where is the tall woman who was with
him?”
    “That blond beauty seen by last night’s
moon…”
    “She might be a witch.”
    “Or his mistress.”
    “Or both!”
    “Just itching to turn some hearts to
stone…”
    “And how ‘bout the case of the orphan
black?”
    “You mean that muddy little Mox?”
    “Didn’t his alien crew just abduct her?”
    “That’s what I heard.”
    “Those are the facts.”
    “Maybe so, but I’m still more fearful of
Fyryx.”
    “True, brother Treasuror’s never
pleased…”
    “To hear of any foreign consorting.”
    “Believe me, you’d be tried by morning!”
    “Judged like a leaver.”
    “On your knees…”
    Naturally, Eela knew none of these worries —
a wild, full woman against mere girls. She neared the new man hips
in motion, sneering seductively, breathing hard. Her wide eyes
flashed, her nostrils flared, with each and every step.
    John Cap seemed bewitched as he watched her
approach, possessed as much as roped and tied. And he no longer
tried to get unwrapped, accepting his fate as a gift for her. To be
fresh meat for this man-eater…
    Eela examined him head to toe like a lioness
sizing her prey. She noticed the