Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 50 | Lara's lips had been rich and fine, sensitive and curious, tender, eager, hungry; the lips of Vika were maddening; I recalled those lips, full and red, pouting, defiant, scornful, scarlet with a slave girl's challenge to my blood; I wondered if Vika might be a bred slave, a Passion slave, one of those girls bred for beauty and passion over generations by the zealous owners of the great slave Houses of Ar, for lips such as Vika's were a feature often bred into Passion slaves; they were lips formed for the kiss of a master. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 47 | It occurred to me that Vika, in some ways, resembled Lara, who was Tatrix of Tharna, for whom I had cared. |
| 7 | 48 | She was shorter than Lara and more fully bodied but they would have been considered of the same general physical type. |
| 7 | 49 | Vika's eyes were a sullen, smoldering, taunting blue; the blue of Lara's eyes had been brighter, as clear and, when not impassioned, as soft as the summer sky over Ko-ro-ba; when impassioned they had burned as fiercely, as beautifully, as helplessly as the walls of a raped city. |
| 7 | 50 | Lara's lips had been rich and fine, sensitive and curious, tender, eager, hungry; the lips of Vika were maddening; I recalled those lips, full and red, pouting, defiant, scornful, scarlet with a slave girl's challenge to my blood; I wondered if Vika might be a bred slave, a Passion slave, one of those girls bred for beauty and passion over generations by the zealous owners of the great slave Houses of Ar, for lips such as Vika's were a feature often bred into Passion slaves; they were lips formed for the kiss of a master. |
| 7 | 51 | And as I pondered these things I sensed that it had not been an accident that I had been carried to Vika's chamber but that this had been part of a plan by the Priest-Kings. |
| 7 | 52 | I had sensed that Vika had defeated and broken many men, and I sensed that the Priest-Kings might be curious to see how I might fare with her. |
| 7 | 53 | I wondered if Vika herself had been instructed by Priest-Kings to subdue me. |
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It occurred to me that Vika, in some ways, resembled Lara, who was Tatrix of Tharna, for whom I had cared.
She was shorter than Lara and more fully bodied but they would have been considered of the same general physical type.
Vika's eyes were a sullen, smoldering, taunting blue; the blue of Lara's eyes had been brighter, as clear and, when not impassioned, as soft as the summer sky over Ko-ro-ba; when impassioned they had burned as fiercely, as beautifully, as helplessly as the walls of a raped city.
Lara's lips had been rich and fine, sensitive and curious, tender, eager, hungry; the lips of Vika were maddening; I recalled those lips, full and red, pouting, defiant, scornful, scarlet with a slave girl's challenge to my blood; I wondered if Vika might be a bred slave, a Passion slave, one of those girls bred for beauty and passion over generations by the zealous owners of the great slave Houses of Ar, for lips such as Vika's were a feature often bred into Passion slaves; they were lips formed for the kiss of a master.
And as I pondered these things I sensed that it had not been an accident that I had been carried to Vika's chamber but that this had been part of a plan by the Priest-Kings.
I had sensed that Vika had defeated and broken many men, and I sensed that the Priest-Kings might be curious to see how I might fare with her.
I wondered if Vika herself had been instructed by Priest-Kings to subdue me.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 7)