Desert temple was burning. Kord wasn’t known why, but know that he must find way out.
"Help me!" suddenly wafted to his ears. "Don’t live me here!"
Kord turned to the voice. Bound to stone column with chains was a girl. She helplessly jerked with her weight against the chain. Her wide-set and narrowed eyes stared at him with despair hope. Perhaps it his thought she was immolation for temple of her clan and soon evidently must become a temple-whore - "passion of desert".
It was apposite immolation thought he for a moment. Short and slim with close-cropped head of raven waved hair she was youthful beauty incarnate. Symmetry. Every feature in absolute balance. The brow high and imperious, the nose fragile and patrician, the mouth finely chiseled and yet sensuous. He felt his loins stir and respond. She wore very little, just pair of white criss-crossed silken straps over her small, virginal breasts, the translucent bloomers barely sufficed to cover her, and Kord would not let himself look at the slim coppery legs beneath the silk. They were long, perfection in form, and in exactly the right proportion to the compact little torso above them. Gods! Her tender flesh glowed at him. Kord was permitted to gaze for an instant through silken bloomers between those girlish golden thighs, to explore a silken, coppery cavern where lurked with a fuzzy shadow.
Far wall was aglow now and heat became unendurable. Some spurts of flame already licking the stone piles near small girl’s feet.
"Help my! Please!" again cried she, her hands slipped on the chain. She tried to jerk it again, holding it more firmly. - I did not want die here!
Kord tore his glance away from that virginal target.
"Damned!" at seems her just forgot here, thought he clutched ax, or it was deliberately sacrifice. But for him it was nothing, he didn’t want that such young girl died owning to religion. He raised ax and with one powerful strike chopped heavy chain.
"Moved!" growled he jerked now free girl on her feet and dragged her to the right door.
"No! Not that way!" suddenly straggle she. "To The left. It’s way down. On the lower level must be sand-boats"
Turned he followed to the girl.
"Help me!" suddenly wafted to his ears. "Don’t live me here!"
Kord turned to the voice. Bound to stone column with chains was a girl. She helplessly jerked with her weight against the chain. Her wide-set and narrowed eyes stared at him with despair hope. Perhaps it his thought she was immolation for temple of her clan and soon evidently must become a temple-whore - "passion of desert".
It was apposite immolation thought he for a moment. Short and slim with close-cropped head of raven waved hair she was youthful beauty incarnate. Symmetry. Every feature in absolute balance. The brow high and imperious, the nose fragile and patrician, the mouth finely chiseled and yet sensuous. He felt his loins stir and respond. She wore very little, just pair of white criss-crossed silken straps over her small, virginal breasts, the translucent bloomers barely sufficed to cover her, and Kord would not let himself look at the slim coppery legs beneath the silk. They were long, perfection in form, and in exactly the right proportion to the compact little torso above them. Gods! Her tender flesh glowed at him. Kord was permitted to gaze for an instant through silken bloomers between those girlish golden thighs, to explore a silken, coppery cavern where lurked with a fuzzy shadow.
Far wall was aglow now and heat became unendurable. Some spurts of flame already licking the stone piles near small girl’s feet.
"Help my! Please!" again cried she, her hands slipped on the chain. She tried to jerk it again, holding it more firmly. - I did not want die here!
Kord tore his glance away from that virginal target.
"Damned!" at seems her just forgot here, thought he clutched ax, or it was deliberately sacrifice. But for him it was nothing, he didn’t want that such young girl died owning to religion. He raised ax and with one powerful strike chopped heavy chain.
"Moved!" growled he jerked now free girl on her feet and dragged her to the right door.
"No! Not that way!" suddenly straggle she. "To The left. It’s way down. On the lower level must be sand-boats"
Turned he followed to the girl.
