Jai gasped in surprise when he rushed at her, his hand suddenly plunging into her hair and holding her head drawing a soft whimper of surprised pain from her lips but nothing more. She had no choice but to follow where he led, but inside hear heart she could feel her own rage answering his angry actions. A temper she had long thought tamed rearing it's head and showing in the near blackness of her eyes. Those that knew her would have known what that coloring meant, would have steered clear of a temper, that even tamed by Lyr'in, was legendary in their temples. Jai didn't have a temper that burned hot, blazing high and dying away to embers just as quickly. Her anger was a cold thing that would bide it's time and wait to strike.<br/><br/>Lyr'in might be a goddess of balance, but that meant that the scales must be evenly weighed, compassion and pain, rage and forgiveness all in equal measure. Eventually even Kev would discover that the "spineless" Priestess he scorned as weak could be a danger. But not tonight. Jai knew there would be no opening tonight. Tonight he would rule and fear would reign in Jenta.<br/><br/>Thrown to the ground she let her disapproval show in her eyes as he tore at her robes like some sort of ravening beast instead of a man. She'd have opened them for him had he given the order, instead he left them as so many rags around her and lifted her body to meet his mouth. She felt his lips close on her breast and shuddered in his arms. If she'd been a cloistered virgin, she would no doubt have been trembling in fear but her body knew the pleasures of the flesh and the way his tongue, and it's off piercings, rolled her tightening nipple told her he knew a woman's body.<br/><br/>If she was going to make what was to come a pleasure, instead of only a humiliation her people would follow her lead. She knew they were watching, could feel teh angry, fear-filled gazes aching to cause harm as they saw their Priestess so used. She also knew they couldn't stand up to this army. They weren't trained for it. All they could do before this hoard was bend or die. Yield or be crushed under the weight of their warhorses and weapons. Survive, or be utterly destroyed.<br/><br/>With his mouth still on her she pulled her arms free of the last clinging material of her robes and reached up, embracing the man seeing to humiliate her before her people, cupping his head gently and arching her back to him, giving her flesh willingly to his mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Priestesses come as she had ordered them too, their dark blue robes starting to move through the men, faces giving small smiles as they were claimed and drawing away those that claimed them. Like Jai, they were trained to the pleasures of the flesh and would serve their captors.<br/><br/>Released she fell back to the ground, her tattered robes only slide protection from the earth itself but her eyes were intent on the man looming above her. His command to show her people how to yield actually made a small smile curve her lips, it was exactly what she intended to do. Rising from the ground she didn't bother trying to hide herself, she felt no shame in her body and her people had seen her nude before on their festival days. Rising her auburn mane swirled around her pale skin, accentuating the softness of her flesh as she moved around Kev, fingers touching lightly as she examined his armor so that she could help to remove it without damaging it, or him.<br/><br/>If she hurt him, she wanted it to be on purpose, not because she had been clumsy.<br/><br/>"You've an excellent blacksmith," she commented softly, more to herself really than to him, "This was skillfully made."<br/><br/>Reaching out she began to work free the bindings of his armor. She was careful as she worked, giving him no cause to fault her treatment of his gear, though she may not have been as fast as he would have liked. She'd never removed armor before but speed would come with practice, and she had no doubts that she would get plenty of practice with this man. Only her people around her allowed her to ignore his insults. Before them she would be as she always was, their High Priestess even in this time of trial.<br/><br/>When his armor was removed she returned to her robe, kneeling on it quietly, hands on her knees, palms up showing empty hands but her eyes never dropped from his. He could call her spineless and weak, but she faced him full on in a manner even many of his own men wouldn't, showing no fear. All her face showed was acceptance and only the burning black of her eyes revealed her anger. She'd done exactly as he'd bid, helped him with his armor and shown her people how to bend.<br/><br/>Around her she heard sounds filling the night. Some of pain, some of fear, some of pleasure. She knew that men were standing by while their wives bodies were put to the service of the hoard, knew it rankled them, knew they wanted to fight and knew they wouldn't. They would stand by and live to soothe their wives instead of fighting needlessly and leaving their wives widows on top of being used. They would live and once their wives had rested and cleaned themselves of this night's abuse, they would plant their own seed within them so that any child born in the next year would be of questionable parentage but accepted as they were. The blood of many people's already flowed through their veins. Perhaps the savagery of the Norven would be tamed in the children that would be born to Jenta.<br/><br/>She thought while she waited, sending up a silent prayer to Lyr'in that even this man, who seemed more beast than human, would seek pleasure and not just pain. She didn't know which he would think would be more humiliating for her, making her cry out in pleasure around the man who made her a slave, or making tears flow from her eyes and his use of her merely something to be endured. In truth she wasn't sure herself.