Prisoner of the Horned Helmet

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Author: James Silke
Tags: Science-Fiction, Fantasy
The jeweled handle of the tiny sheathed dagger glittered on her forearm. The whites of his eyes became cold within the shadows of his brow. Firelight danced there, as if it came from within rather than without.
    Cobra took a step back trembling and said accusingly, “He would not have hurt you. He was only for my protection on the trail. You had no need to kill him!”
    He muttered with a low, thick coarse voice that made words unnecessary.
    The metallic petals of her scaled skullcap and cape shimmered wetly with fear from her toes to her flushed cheeks. Her breasts heaved.
    “Take them off!” He spoke as he moved to the fire. He picked up a large stick, thrust it into the fire. She did not move. When he turned to face her, the stick burned like a torch.
    She smiled uncertainly, and unbuckled the clasp at her throat saying, “Whatever you wish. I have nothing to hide… not from you.” She pushed her skullcap back, let its cape drop off her arms, and her long hair cascaded down her back like black rain. She made no movement to remove her gown.
    He growled, “The gown.”
    She whispered, “The cloth is thin. You will have no trouble seeing what hides under it.” There was a teasing warmth in her tone.
    He passed the torch around and behind her. The gown glowed hotly, then the scales slowly dissolved and the cloth became a shimmering transparent amber. She was naked underneath. He grunted contemptuously.
    She stiffened sharply, insulted. Then, seeing that his cheeks had taken on a ruddy flush, a playfulness moved into her eyes.
    She asked, “Would you be happier if I had a tail? Or fangs?” She smiled widely, displaying perfect teeth.
    Scratching a naked hip, he studied her thoughtfully. The wolf rose, made his way toward Cobra sniffing the air, mane bristling and fangs bared. Growling, she said, “I do not please your pet.”
    “Sharn is not a pet. This was his home before it was mine.”
    His eyes stayed on Cobra as Sharn made his way across the room to the stairs. The wolf looked back once with cold eyes at Cobra, then bounded up the stairs into one of the crawl holes between the roots.
    Gath muttered, “He’ll see what other pets travel with you,” His nose twitched, and he pawed it with an open hand more in the manner of a cat than a man. Then he stared at her, naked of expression.
    She appraised him openly. As she did, her lips parted, her breathing quickened. The rose tint in her cheeks spread to her chin, and the scarlet of her lips brightened. Abruptly she turned away, moved to the fire and sat in front of it. She looked into the fire, hiding her face from Gath. Slowly her gown regained its scales and gold color.
    He shifted uncomfortably, moving sideways to see her face and suddenly stopped.
    Her body had altered slightly under the gown. Her curves, which had been supple and sensual, now only looked pleasingly comfortable. When she turned to Gath, there was no color on her face except that made by sunshine and good health. Her smile was still playful, but in a manner that made fun of herself, not him.
    She said, “I should have known better than to try and sneak up on you.”
    He ignored her moved to the table, leaned against it and drank from the wine jar.
    She started to say something, stopped herself. She turned back to the fire, then spoke in an even, modulated tone:
    “I know that it angers you to have me, a mere woman, find and enter your hidden lair as easily as if you had put up signs showing the way and given me a key. I know the pains you take to avoid the outside world. But I had no choice. I can change my appearance… but not my nature. I use the darkness and certain powers I have to enter where ever my desires lead me. Often,” she laughed, “with dark intent.” She turned to him, void of guile. “But I meant you no harm. You are far too valuable just as you are. Alive. Powerful. And so… so savage.” The color was back in her cheeks before she finished. Feeling it, she looked
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