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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

It had not yet been ready to feed. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #117)
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48 117 It had not yet been View more quotes about ready">ready to feed.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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48 114 The panther, the sleen, the lari, seldom feed daily.
48 115 Indeed, they may go days between meals.
48 116 The smaller beast, I suspected, for some reason, was saving me.
48 117 It had not yet been ready to feed.
48 118 Suddenly the larger beast, as though some spring in that great body had been released, charged, scrambling, through the center of the circle, and I was buffeted, spinning, to the side, for it struck me in its passage, I felt its ribs, and it hurled itself on the smaller beast which was rolled to its back, and then, in a moment, they were rolling about, biting, and tearing at one another.
48 119 I could scarcely follow their movements, so rapid they were, so swift and fierce was the tumult of their engagement.
48 120 Then I saw the larger beast rear up from that loose, spattering tangle of fur and blood, its jaws on the throat of the smaller beast, and, itself rent, torn, and bloody, its flanks and shoulders red with the furrows of claw marks, it lifted the smaller body half from the ground, and shook it, and shook it, long after it was without life, repeatedly, meaninglessly, in the pointless, spasmodic frenzy of the kill.
The panther, the sleen, the lari, seldom feed daily. Indeed, they may go days between meals. The smaller beast, I suspected, for some reason, was saving me. It had not yet been ready to feed. Suddenly the larger beast, as though some spring in that great body had been released, charged, scrambling, through the center of the circle, and I was buffeted, spinning, to the side, for it struck me in its passage, I felt its ribs, and it hurled itself on the smaller beast which was rolled to its back, and then, in a moment, they were rolling about, biting, and tearing at one another. I could scarcely follow their movements, so rapid they were, so swift and fierce was the tumult of their engagement. Then I saw the larger beast rear up from that loose, spattering tangle of fur and blood, its jaws on the throat of the smaller beast, and, itself rent, torn, and bloody, its flanks and shoulders red with the furrows of claw marks, it lifted the smaller body half from the ground, and shook it, and shook it, long after it was without life, repeatedly, meaninglessly, in the pointless, spasmodic frenzy of the kill. - (Smugglers of Gor)