Posted by The IronRing on May 20, 2005 at 14:55:17:
Agatha posted a request for some cooking stories.
This is from my Crimson Erotica series, from the subset: OtherWorlder Tales. Hope you enjoy.
The sun shone warm and bright; soft, fragrant mist rose slowly, drifting across the bright green forestland of what had been North Carolina. The peacefulness of the scene was jarred loose by the earth-shaking tramping of powerful hooves. Two great horses thundered from out of the piney undergrowth, and their riders drew up in the clearing. These horses were not such as had ever been mastered by terran riders; each stood over twenty hands high. Genetically engineered, they were specially bred to serve the pleasures of tourists on safari.
The tourists were Taxar. They were bipedal, nearly ten feet in height, powerfully muscled and dressed in brown leather riding breeches. Thick of sinew, broad shouldered, and sporting hands that featured two opposable thumbs, they were nothing if not imposing. But the most riveting aspect of the Taxar were their heads. Broad and squat, with intense, green, nightmare eyes, they sported huge, wide mandibles, like the jaws of a crab, and from the tops of their heads, stringy noodles of flesh hung down in a hideous caricature of hair. At their sides were axes and skinning knives, and twelve-foot-long lances, as large as the jousting lances of antiquity, but of distinctly different purpose.
The lances of the Taxar hunters were not designed for jousting. They were designed to skewer and hold prey animals, impaling them cruelly on the barbed blades of the lance, so that the victim could be roasted over a slow fire. The lances were fashioned of a dark, metal alloy, the tip flattened and razor sharp. Protruding a few feet from the hilt, upward curving arms, tipped with sharp, barbed blades arrested the downward motion of the victim.
The two hunters drew up and lifted their lances, balancing them easily on four-foot-wide shoulders. Moving his mandibles in a nauseating fashion that passed for a grin, the younger of the two goaded the other with the guttural rumblings of their tongue.
"Well, Talath? Where is it?"
The older companion guffawed, bellowing and hissing at his companion. As the two sat laughing and trading good natured barbs, their comraderie was interrupted by the thunderous arrival of the third member of their hunting party. He drew up and regarded Penire and Talath with a self satisfied display of his mandibles. The reason for his self satisfaction, he also displayed; he held his lance high, and deep crimson oozed slowly down its length. For pinned on the sharp instrument, and wriggling slowly in agony on the barbed and bladed lance, was a naked human female.
She was perhaps eighteen, light brunette, and well developed. She groaned, twisting slowly in agony on the spit. The central blade had been driven into the girl's pelvis, through her vagina, and had gone on the emerge from her chest, just beneath her right collarbone. The sharp tip of the lance had found her jaw, gone through it, and now stuck out of her right cheek, high up, near the girl's right eye socket. The twin barbed blades lower down on the spine of the skewer had found her belly and her left thigh, lifting the latter well upward, fully exposing her privates. The girl's wrists were bound behind her, and from her torn mouth and chest, blood drooled down onto her naked breasts, dripping off now and then to land on the outstretched arm of the hunter named Kodeye.
The Taxar promoters had invested heavily in their terran colonies, and vacationers paid handsomely to hunt and feast on the genetically engineered terran females. The Taxar's magnificent mounts gave them a sense of power and mobility rarely enjoyed by these vacationing hunters, whose activities ordinarily included mineral engineering.
The arrangement was simple; Taxar promoters provided lodging, mounts, and the catch of the day. As many prey animals as the tourists wanted, released early in the morning, to be hunted down and skewered for what passed for barbecue. The way in which their prey was caught was important, for it spelled the difference between a passable meal and a tasty delicacy.
If the victim was skewered in the guts, toxins were released into the victim's blood system, localizing in the ribs and thighs. Terran predators feeding on such flesh became sick and instinctively avoided it. But to the Taxar pallet, the flesh of ribs and thighs, at the proper level of toxicity and roasted properly, was a rare and delicious treat - and the promoters of Terra made every effort to make this treat available to the vacationing Taxar hunters.
Everything had been designed to make the experience enjoyable, even the lance was engineered to skewer the victim, positioning her carefully, so that the outrigger blades would slit her belly and release bowel toxins properly.
Kodeye regarded his companions with a self-satisfied smirk, moving his mandibles and salivating in a mock show of politeness. Talath and Penire roared and slavered with approval. Penire spoke up.
"Well, well! Only his third outing with us, and he has already decorated his lance!" The three Taxar chuckled with enjoyment. Now it was Talath's turn to speak.
"Penire, my lad, off we go - we don't want this novice to show us up!" The two raised their lances in salute and trotted off, threading their way toward a broad defile in the hope that their quarry had run that way in fear of the hunters' thunderous arrival.
The prey animals were engineered to resemble terran females between sixteen and twenty years of age - lithe, athletic, and capable of running swiftly - for a time. Using a gene sequence that yielded an accelerated maturation process, the actual age of the prey females were rarely more than ten years, and usually less. Bred on specially designed farms, the females were trained to eat, sleep - and run. They were also bred to fear the Taxar and the sight and sound of their huge equine mounts. They were raised like cattle and afforded the same cultural opportunities. They were taught the barest rudiments of language, and were bred for beauty and form. The Taxar resort managers were keen profiteers, so overhead was kept to a minimum. The females were kept penned and barefoot, clothed only in simple shifts, and fed only on a diet that enhanced their ability to run - and their taste. On the morning of the day that a group of guests designated, a number of the females were stripped naked and released to run nude and errified before the barbecue lances of the eager Taxar hunters.
Nor was this a particularly recent development. Generations of Taxar, fathers and sons, had come to vacation on Terra and to hunt and barbecue human females. From late in the 24th century (terran reckoning) when the Taxateen Empire had crushed the insurgencies of the Ursa Major cluster, the Taxar had systematically exterminated the human population of earth, keeping only sufficient genetic samples to be of special interest to the Taxar - and to their various enterprising business interests. For among their other accomplishments, the Taxar were keen profiteers.
Talath directed Penire to move as quietly as possible in a wide arc along the ridgeline that skirted the broad stream valley, and then descend, positioning himself near the end of the narrowing defile. The older Taxar waited, watching the sparrows flitting about, listening with an appreciative ear to the music of Robins and the occasional screams of Bluejays. He consulted his timepiece - it was time.
Drawing out a flexible rope and lariat, he spurred his mount down into the ravine, roaring at the top of his lungs and whirling the coil above his squat, ugly head. Just as he expected, a slim, pale figure darted from the underbrush and sped away from his commotion - heading directly for Penire. Now the chase was on. Speeding in mad terror from the wildly yelling mounted Taxar, the slim female failed to notice the other figure, standing, half hidden behind a tall shrub.
The girl was about eighteen, raven haired, slim and well developed, with a generous mound of curly pubic hair. Her well muscled thighs and calves carried her swiftly along the grassy belt, and her delicate features twisted in fear and effort. As she ran, her full, naked breasts bobbed and swayed with each leaping pace, adding nuance after nuance of pleasure to her pursuers.
It may seem odd that Taxar found terran females comely, but it should be borne in mind that after nearly a century of war with Earth, and in the years of domination that followed, the Taxar became quite familiar with humans, and had adopted, after a fashion, a certain enjoyment of the human body. Some Taxar experiments had even gone so far as to include mating with humans - an enterprise of dubious merit. But for hunters of course, there is a sensual attraction toward the prey animal, amounting almost to a lust for bloody, sexual conquest. The deer hunters of old earth wrote about it - it was no different with Penire.
It was his intent to appear suddenly from his cover and swiftly impale the girl in mid-stride. Fate intervened however, and in her terrified flight, the girl stumbled and fell to the ground a few yards from the concealed hunter. But before he could rush out to thrust at her, she saw him. She screamed, recovering herself, and prepared to dart away, but was almost overtaken by Talath on his great mount.
A disorganized encounter followed. The naked girl stopped and turned, her pretty breasts jiggling and bobbing, confused by the danger from two fronts. Penire rushed out of hiding, brandishing his lance, thrusting forward, attempting the skewer the tasty prize, but this startled Talath's mount, which reared, almost unseating his rider. The girl, now sensing an opening, darted between the two Taxar, seizing on the opportunity for escape. But Penire, younger and quicker than his counterpart, and far larger than the girl, stabbed out with a sudden thrust, and caught the girl's leg, running the blade well into her calf.
The girl screamed, twisting away from the searing pain, but Penire pushed the point of his lance into the ground, pinning the girl down. The beautiful, young girl twisted wildly, trying to free herself from the stabbing pain, trying to pull away from the sharp terror that held her down. Blood flew and splashed from the cruel slit in her calf, spattering the screaming, writhing, naked girl and decorating the bright, green carpet under her, speckling it a shining crimson. Penire stood above her, struggling to keep her pinned to the soft, springy grasses, and bawled out to his companion.
"I can't hold it all day, Talath!"
Talath was not idle however. He swung the rope down and succeeded in securing the girl's other wildly waving leg. The other end of the rope he attached securely to the pommel of his saddle. He leaped from his horse, pulling the animal back quickly to put tension on the rope, and then ran forward to take a handful of the screaming, struggling girl's raven tresses.
Penire's lance had not penetrated to the first set of barbs, which was well. He was now able to grasp the girl's injured leg, withdraw his lance and lift her leg high, so that she could be properly skewered. The helpless girl seemed to understand what was coming, for she began to shriek and struggle ferociously. Talath seized her arms, and held her carefully by wrists and hair, while his mount tensioned one fair leg, and Penire spread the other bloody limb apart, fully exposing the girl's pubes. They spread her wide now, until her joints were pulled and twisted in agony, almost to breaking.
Penire now took his lance in his great two-thumbed hand, and guided the tip carefully between the girl's full, ivory thighs, aiming for the wet, quivering slit below her Mons Venera. Moving carefully, he spread the screaming maiden's full curly bush of dark pubic hair slowly apart, fully exposing her vaginal opening. Penire inserted the tip of the broad, sharp blade delicately into the young girl's labia, pushing it in just enough to seat it properly, resting it upwards, against the struggling girl's pubic bone. Penire gathered himself. It was important to make the penetration right, to drive the lance in at the correct angle, and to be sure to fully skewer and slit open the girl's guts. He glanced at Talath, and the other held her steady and nodded, "Ready."
Penire had a reputation for skill and precision - and it was well deserved. He waited, selecting the right moment, and then with a mighty lunge, he rammed the lance into the girl's nude body, driving the broad, sharp blade directly through her vagina, into her pelvis, her thorax, and beyond. The tip of the blade burst from the base of the girl's neck, went through the center of her jaw, spitting her tongue, and driving into the roof of her mouth. Blood burst in torrents from her mouth and neck and ran in great rivers down her front, pouring down over her full, naked breasts, and dribbling down across her writhing belly. Lower down, the two outrigger skewers had slit her belly open from bottom to top, driving up underneath the struggling girl's ribs.
Talath pulled out a knife and cut the rope from the girl's outstretched leg. He took a length of it and trussed up the figure's arms. With the powerful thrust of the lance, the girl was stunned for a time, long enough for Talath to tie her arms. But she recovered herself sufficiently to find herself skewered from the bottom up. Maddened with terror and agony, she tried futilely to scream, but succeeded only in blowing blood bubbles through her pretty, delicate, upturned nose. Then she commenced to struggle with great energy upon the barbed spit, writhing and twisting, squirming and wriggling like a worm on a hook - which of course was exactly what Penire wanted her to do.
The more energetically she struggled, the more toxins were released into her ribs and legs. The naked, helpless, screaming girl was unwittingly making herself a tastier and tastier morsel for the Taxar appetites.
The two comrades mounted their horses and ambled slowly up out of the stream valley. Penire raised his lance high, holding his wriggling, screaming prize aloft in triumph. Talath scanned carefully as they rode, but saw no sign of the other two prey females that they had arranged for. The three comrades ordinarily ordered up four of the naked, jiggling treats, one each, plus an extra; and Kodeye, Talath, and Penire looked forward to the friendly contest implied by the addition of a fourth victim.
The absence of the last two victims puzzled Talath. The 10,000 acre hunting preserve through which they rode was surmounted by a high wall which made escape impossible. No girl released from the pens could postpone being impaled on the long, barbed torture lances of the Taxar for very long.
Talath and Penire made their way back to camp, discussing on the way the proper recipes for a barbecue while "roughing it". Their annual outing had become a ritual with them since Penire was old enough to hold a lance, and this was scarcely odd since Talath was in fact Penire's uncle.
Arriving back in camp, they found Kodeye already at work, butchering the prize he had somewhat awkwardly skewered for himself. The lance had been placed in its holder, and left to stand upright, so that the girl would slide down the blades and be slowly impaled and slit open on the barbed tines. As his two friends arrived, he was taking the lance down and laying the dead girl across a log. Untying her wrists, he extended first one arm and then the other, and taking a large axe, lopped off the arms at the shoulder joint. The arms of the terran females did not have the requisite toxin accumulation, and would be roasted as a side dish alongside the main treat.
Penire's raven-haired catch was still screaming and wriggling, her nipples exposed, her pretty tits hanging free, pitching and jiggling. Blood ran in rivulets down the insides of her thighs, draining from her torn cunt. And it was some time after the torture lance was mounted in its holder that the tip of the central blade penetrated all the way through the shapely girl's palette and into her brain, finally bringing her screams to a stop. Blood drooled down, out of her mouth, dribbling over her full, naked breasts. Talath voiced his puzzlement over not encountering any sign of the other two prey females, and the three conjectured upon this as Kodeye readied a fire for the barbecue of his bloody, armless treat.
While they were thus engaged, the ground-shaking footfalls of a great steed approached, and a representative of the hunting preserve arrived. It was clear from his sheepish demeanor and from the tell-tale pink around his mandibles that he had come to offer an apology of some kind. Talath did not have to be told what the problem was, and he grimaced wryly. It seemed that the two victims that were to have been released were still sitting in their pens, the by-product of some minor administrative mix up. The three friends took the news in good humor, and thanked the representative for the offer to reduce their bill by an amount equal to their inconvenience. Secretly, Talath was not displeased. He was getting a little old for this kind of energetic chase, and welcomed the opportunity to rest.
It was decided that they would dine on the two females killed that morning and then all three would go out again together after noon to try their skill on the second two victims.
Now it was time to enjoy the fruits of their hunt! Kodeye had followed the standard recommendation for cooking terran females, cutting off the arms and roasting them separately. Penire, however, bound the victim's ankles and left the arms trussed up. He found it easier to barbecue the girl whole and pick off the pieces of meat that suited him. The latest efforts at barbecue sauces were tried and tasted, cups were filled with intoxicating fluids, and the three friends ate and drank freely. The ribs of Kodeye's catch, a well tanned brunette, were esteemed especially delicious.
As they were finishing up, the game preserve representative presented himself once again, apologized once again, and proceeded, in great detail, to describe exactly where the last two females had been released, going so far as to describe their appearance, so that the hunters could not fail to find them. When his fawning presentation become laborious, Talath intervened, thanked him for his solicitousness - and dismissed him. Penire sat watching his uncle's performance, doing his best not to laugh.
The gopher left; Talath harrumphed; the three Taxar guffawed and then mounted up, well fed, well rested, well watered, and ready for the afternoon hunt.
The managers of the hunting resort made an effort to supply their guests with captives that featured a variety of terran forms, and Talath, who usually made the arrangements, took full advantage of this opportunity. Few Taxar had a taste either for oriental or negro females, and the three comrades were no exception. The four young girls released to run naked before their lances included a light brunette, a dark brunette, a blond and a redhead. The latter two were now the quarry for the afternoon hunt. One of the practices employed by the management to assure a successful hunt (especially for novice guests) was to make sure that the game left a blood trail that was easy to follow - it also ensured that the females could not run very far. Already embarrassed by their oversight, the management went out of their way to guarantee their guests' success. Accordingly, before the blond and the redhead were released, they were bloodied.
Fetching the captives one at a time from the stockade, the Taxar gamekeepers stripped each girl and then held her down carefully. The terrified females submitted, uncertain as to what would happen next. One of the gamekeepers produced a keen skinning knife. They forced the first girl to kneel and bend over, pulling the girl's leg back. Then the keen blade was applied to the sensitive back of the girl's thigh. The naked girl's flesh was slit open, top to bottom, four long, shallow cuts. It left the girl screaming in pain, and bleeding nicely, but still enabled her to run - and to bleed well as she did. They repeated the cruel procedure on the second captive. Then they were released.
Once the three comrades had sallied forth in the preserve, it did not take the veteran Talath long to see the evidence that the prey had been bloodied to ensure the hunters' success. Talath hated being coddled, almost worse than he hated incompetence - now the managers of the game park had displayed both. He swore mightily. Low ferns, decorated bright red, bore testimony to the long, painful slashes in the thighs of the female prey. Annoyed, Talath urged his mount forward, intent upon running down one of the girls. Sure enough, there was a flash of copper, and a young prize burst from cover, pausing just long enough to raise her green eyes and cast a look of terror at her pursuers. Crying out in pain with each stride, the girl ran on, fresh blood running freely down her naked legs. She darted back and forth, trying desperately to elude the three huge Taxar who galloped after her.
The three comrades allowed their mounts to run at an easy pace, and the exhilaration of the chase was beginning to soothe Talath's nerves. The drink in his stomach and the exertion began to calm the veteran's annoyance. He laughed now, and bellowed "Onward lads! Red hair on top - red blood on the bottom! This prize is mine!!" He spurred on now, suddenly eager for the kill. The two younger friends exchanged glances, laughed, and joined in the excitement, spurring their horses and following after. The great steed of Talath drove through the undergrowth, the naked screaming, panting girl ahead. Finally, after almost a mile of chase, the Taxar ran their quarry into a blind canyon from which there was no escape.
The girl ran screaming towards the end of the canyon, her full, naked breasts jiggling and bobbing deliciously. The three hunters knew this part of the park well - it was their favorite spot to corner and skewer their prey. Anticipation mounted in the Taxar, lust, sweat, the thrill of the chase, and the sensual excitement of the kill.
The hunters spread out, carefully barring the helpless, wounded girl's escape, and slowed to a walk, moving deliberately toward the sheer granite face at the end of the canyon. When they came through the clearing, the girl had reached the rock wall, where she clawed madly in her frenzy and fear. Hearing her pursuers, she turned to face them. She was gorgeous, about eighteen or so and fully developed. Long copper hair blew in the afternoon breeze, counterpoint to the crimson that laced her slim legs. As she turned this way and that, frantic to escape, her full, mouthwatering tits bounced and jiggled. Round and heavy, speckled lightly with tiny reddish brown freckles, her breasts hung before her, her shapely, reddish nipples full and taut, trembling with fear and shame. The girl's belly heaved in and out, panting with exertion, her face a study in fear and terror, shame and pain.
The Taxar dismounted, loosened ropes, and readied their lances. Here the hunters would claim their red-haired prize - here the defenseless girl would be butchered. But the pitiful maid could not comprehend what was to happen next. She had been taught to run, taught fear, but unlike the majority of prey females, she lacked the instinct to grasp what was about to happen.
Talath walked toward the girl, slowly, carefully. She stood still, trembling, fear and escape in her eyes. He was finally close enough to reach out and lunge at her bright copper-red hair. Grasping a handful he lifted the girl clear of the ground. Screaming, struggling in pain, the girl twisted ferociously, her slim. shapely legs kicking, her pretty, bare breasts bouncing and pitching. Penire ran forward to help. He took a length of rope and tied the girls slender wrists above her, fastening the end to a tree branch high overhead. Penire had seen his uncle in a mood like this before. Nothing was to be left to chance, and the skewering was to be a drawn out, measured event. To compensate for his uncle's annoyance, the girl would be killed very, very slowly.
Kodeye was on the ground now as well, and following Penire's lead, he grasped one of the girl's blood speckled legs, putting his two, doubled-thumbed hands around one ankle, holding her firmly. Penire took the other leg, and as Talath watched with pleasure, the younger comrades slowly spread the naked screaming girl open, fully exposing her full, reddish bush for their amusement. Talath fetched his lance and approached the nude girl; she screamed, struggling, her naked tits bouncing and jiggling. He raised a hand and felt the girl's full pussy, soft and reddish-brown, velvety and vulnerable. He ran his hand up and down, feeling her moist, sensitive opening through the full treasure of pubic hair. Laying his lance aside for a moment, he used both hands to assay the moist slit between her thighs. He pushed his fingers into her cleft, spreading open her creamy vaginal opening, exposing her wet cunt so that he could be sure of centering the sharp, flattened blade between her fair thighs.
Talath picked up his skewering lance nodded to his fellow hunters. "Wider." They pulled outwards, stretching the girl's thighs wide apart, and Talath raised the lance and directed it toward the maiden's pussy. Moving it forward carefully, he placed the very tip delicately, nestling it into the petals of the girl's labia. The girl was crying, begging and whimpering - she could see what was coming. Nodding to his friends, Talath moved the lance forward, starting it into the maid's pelvis. He walked forward with the lance, holding it steady, guiding it firmly, watching intently as the virgin was butchered. The blade slid slowly into the girl's vagina, its sharp edges parting the girl's yearning flesh, drawing crimson blood from the drooling pink folds of her pussy lips. Oriented crosswise, at right angles to her vaginal opening, the blade cut open the girl's vagina from side to side. The girl twisted, writhing back and forth, testing the grip that Penire and Kodeye maintained on her outstretched legs. Slowly, carefully, with a steady, unhurried pace, Talath walked the lance ever deeper into the naked screaming girl. As it sank deeper into her guts, tearing and slitting her vagina, she shrieked again and again, like a worm on a barbed hook, wriggling and squirming deliciously against the excruciating agony being driven into her bowels.
She was writhing now, up and down, back and forth, so much so that the two younger comrades had relaxed their grip enough for the lance to be deflected inside her. But Talath was in no mood to be deterred from his enjoyment and he sternly addressed the other two. "Hold her steady!"
Kodeye and Penire renewed their firm grip, stretching the screaming, struggling girl firmly open, holding her fully apart, forcing her to submit obediently to her agony. Still the lance progressed. The tortured maid gyrated now, her head tossing wildly, her green eyes staring and her red tresses dancing in the afternoon sunshine. When the fearful blade had torn through her bowels, blood welled up in her mouth, running out as she screamed again and again. Still the agony continued, Talath inserted the instrument slowly and carefully. And the measured, gradual motion realized two ends. First, of course the pretty, naked, defenseless girl's agony was mouthwatering - just the thing to whet the appetites of the Taxar hunters. Second, by skewering the girl slowly, the release of toxin could be prolonged. This was a secret of cuisine that Talath had learned long ago, and he took pains to impart it to his two younger companions!
As the blade progressed into the helpless virgin, her screams of mortal, bloody agony resounded from the canyon walls. Again and again they came, music to the ears of the Taxar. Stretched, nude, jiggling and squirming, they watched as the outrigger blades made contact with the girl's belly. The central shaft was making its way through her chest now, and her struggles were starting to lessen. Talath knew that one of the other secrets of success was to leave the central blade less sharp than the outriggers. It was important not to cause death too quickly, but to slit the guts open properly. For this, Talath kept the outriggers razor keen - a trick he had learned from his grandfather - and one for which he had paid more than once. He bore a few neat, straight scars, a reminder of his carelessness around the outrigger blades. But these were not on his mind now.
He watched with fascinated pleasure as the green-eyed maid screamed, writhing and wriggling, on the end of the torture lance. The lower blades had finally found their mark. The girl's white abdomen, flecked with crimson from the victim's coughing and screaming, was slowly slit open, from bottom to top, her grey and scarlet guts drooling out, dark red gore pouring down from the deep, straight, bloody openings in her belly. The lower blades continued on their course, skimming the front of the screaming girl's ribs, at last finding the delicious, vulnerable undersides of her breasts. The sharp blades pricked the maid's soft, pink flesh, biting and sticking into the sensitive undersides of her full, mouthwatering tits. Then, ever so slowly, as the lance advanced into the screaming virgin, the twin blades entered fully into her throbbing, naked breasts, opening gory rents, cutting them both open in delicious, bloody symmetry, advancing until her shapely nipples were slit apart.
Still, Talath guided the instrument of agony into the nude, struggling girl. The point of the central blade found the pit beneath her larynx and with a jerk, emerged, dribbling blood. She screamed anew as the blade ascended under her chin; and in her wild-eyed, pain-maddened gyrations, she met the blade with the underside of her chin, unintentionally sticking herself on the end of the sharp tip. It continued, slowly, deliberately, the cold, sharp object coming out under her tongue, through her open mouth, against her upper teeth, slitting open her upper lip, driven up against her cute, upturned nose. Then the three alien hunters waited. The central blade had parted the girl's aorta, and it would be only a matter of time before the naked quivering maid bled to death. They held her carefully for minute upon minute as she twitched and squirmed mouthwateringly on Talath's lance. Finally, she began her death spasms. As the girl shuddered and died, her green eyes focused inward upon the cruel, bloody thing that stuck up in front of her, pressed above her delicate nose.
Talath breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction and thanked his friends for their help, and they returned to camp to enjoy the third, delicious catch of the day. Carefully seasoned and skillfully prepared by an old hand, the younger two declared that it was the best dish of their outing - nor were they being merely polite.
Try as they might however, they never did find the blond. Much later, they found out that she had somehow managed to climb the wall and escape from the preserve! In the years to come, the three companions and their friends returned again and again to Terra for their annual hunting outings, and the tale of this hunting party was told and retold. And over other delicious dishes, and over other cups of drink, they chuckled and wondered aloud what had become of the blond!