THE STORY OF PANTHER SHEILA CONTINUES 3° PART XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Kaira stepped back, allowing the sisters to completely surround the kneeling slave. His muscular body glistened with sweat, his chest heaved, and his gray eyes darted from one naked panther to the next, unable to decide where to rest their gaze: Kaira's full, charcoal-striped chest, the bronze thighs of Lyra, who had just arrived with the main force, or Sheila herself, whose appearance had silenced the forest. Sheila stepped forward slowly, her naked body moving with the regal grace of a leading predator. Her green eyes dug into the slave like claws, and her long black hair, entwined with bone beads, swayed as she bowed her head. She didn't say a word—she merely ran her fingertips over his cheek, then down his neck, where the collar's stripe still glowed red, and down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The slave shuddered but didn't retreat: that same Gorean flame was already flick...
