Book2:KigdomIteDreams

andsawanakedbeautywithskinwhiteassnowandsmoothassilksittingtheresingingwithherbacktowardshim.Cyclopshadheardthattherge,whitefishinthekehadpracticedasceticismforathousandyearsandwasnowabletogetohumanform.

    “Couldthisbeher?”hethought.

    “Whydon’tI...”Thelustthathadbeensuppressedforsolongburstforthlikethefmesofavolo.Hecameoutfrombehindtheroeakedontiptoetowardstheunsuspegwomanandthrewhisfishingweboverherhead.ThechokedcryMedusaheardwasmadebyVictoriathen.CycledVictoriaonshore,slungheroverhisshoulderandwalkedtowardsanearbycave.Shestruggledhardagainstherabductor,butCyclopshadthestrengthtoliftthousandsofpoundsofweight.Thereossibilityofescape.

    Cyclh,harshandhurriedpantingandgasping,somuchl