"Jim Theis - The Eye of Argon (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Theis Jim)

were leashed upon him by a faithless concubine he had wooed. His
scandalous activities throughout the Simarian city had unleashed throngs of
havoc and uproar among it's refined patricians, leading them to tack a
heavy reward over his head. He had barely managed to escape through the
back entrance of the inn he had been guzzling in, as a squad of soldiers
tounced upon him. After spilling a spout of blood from the leader of the
mercenaries as he dismembered one of the officer's arms, he retreated to
his mount to make his way towards Gorzom, rumoured to contain hoards of
plunder, and many young wenches for any man who has the backbone to wrest
them away.

-2-

Arriving after dusk in Gorzom,grignr descended down a dismal alley,
reining his horse before a beaten tavern. The redhaired giant strode into
the dimly lit hostelry reeking of foul odors, and cheap wine. The air was
heavy with chocking fumes spewing from smolderingtorches encased within
theden's earthen packed walls. Tables were clustered with groups of
drunken thieves, and cutthroats, tossing dice, or making love to willing
prostitutes.
Eyeing a slender female crouched alone at a nearby bench, Grignr
advanced wishing to wholesomely occupy his time. The flickering torches
cast weird shafts of luminescence dancing over the half naked harlot of his
choice, her stringy orchid twines of hair swaying gracefully over the lithe
opaque nose, as she raised a half drained mug to her pale red lips.
Glancing upward, the alluring complexion noted the stalwart giant as
he rapidly approached. A faint glimmer sparked from the pair of deep blue
ovals of the amorous female as she motioned toward Grignr, enticing him to
join her. The barbarian seated himself upon a stool at the wenches side,
exposing his body, naked save for a loin cloth brandishing a long steel
broad sword, an iron spiraled battle helmet, and a thick leather sandals,
to her unobstructed view.
"Thou hast need to occupy your time, barbarian",questioned the female?
"Only if something worth offering is within my reach." Stated
Grignr,as his hands crept to embrace the tempting female, who welcomed them
with open willingness.
"From where do you come barbarian, and by what are you called?" Gasped
the complying wench, as Grignr smothered her lips with the blazing touch of
his flaming mouth.
The engrossed titan ignored the queries of the inquisitive female,
pulling her towards him and crushing her sagging nipples to his yearning
chest. Without struggle she gave in, winding her soft arms around the
harshly bronzedhide of Grignr corded shoulder blades, as his calloused
hands caressed her firm protruding busts.
"You make love well wench," Admitted Grignr as he reached for the
vessel of potent wine his charge had been quaffing.
A flying foot caught the mug Grignr had taken hold of, sending its
blood red contents sloshing over a flickering crescent; leashing tongues of
bright orange flame to the foot trodden floor.
"Remove yourself Sirrah, the wench belongs to me;" Blabbered a drunken