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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

The rider who had made the unsatisfactory thrust suddenly whirled the kaiila toward the girl, and she fell to her knees, realizing she should not have revealed her pleasure at his failure, putting her head to the grass. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #73)
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8 73 The View more quotes about rider">rider who had made the unsatisfactory thrust suddenly whirled the kaiila toward the girl, and she fell to her knees, realizing she should not have revealed her pleasure at his failure, putting her head to the grass.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 70 There was a cry of disappointment, as the lance tip sheared the fruit, not retaining it, knocking it from the wand.
8 71 It was only a one-point thrust.
8 72 Elizabeth cried out again, with pleasure, for she was of the wagon of Kamchak and Tarl Cabot.
8 73 The rider who had made the unsatisfactory thrust suddenly whirled the kaiila toward the girl, and she fell to her knees, realizing she should not have revealed her pleasure at his failure, putting her head to the grass.
8 74 I tensed, but Kamchak laughed, and held me back.
8 75 The rider's kaiila was now rearing over the girl, and he brought the beast to rest.
8 76 With the tip of his lance, stained with the tospit fruit, he cut the strap that held the cap on her head, and then brushed the cap off; then, delicately, with its tip, he lifted her chin that she might look at him.
There was a cry of disappointment, as the lance tip sheared the fruit, not retaining it, knocking it from the wand. It was only a one-point thrust. Elizabeth cried out again, with pleasure, for she was of the wagon of Kamchak and Tarl Cabot. The rider who had made the unsatisfactory thrust suddenly whirled the kaiila toward the girl, and she fell to her knees, realizing she should not have revealed her pleasure at his failure, putting her head to the grass. I tensed, but Kamchak laughed, and held me back. The rider's kaiila was now rearing over the girl, and he brought the beast to rest. With the tip of his lance, stained with the tospit fruit, he cut the strap that held the cap on her head, and then brushed the cap off; then, delicately, with its tip, he lifted her chin that she might look at him. - (Nomads of Gor)