<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.imgur.com/dtJfDal.jpg)</div>Once more, dismay flickered across Valanna's lovely features as her blade went wide.  And once more, that expression immediately turned to something else.<br/><br/>"Ahh!"  Unprepared for the shock of pleasure that went through her as her breast was groped by her rival.  The soft silk of the gauntlet offered little insulation; it felt almost as good as flesh against flesh.  She moaned again as he groped her, her supple breast yielding to his touch, making her squirm appealingly in his grasp.<br/><br/>And then he released her.  Valanna stumbled away, panting, her breasts heaving.  The pink flush on her cheeks had spread down to her upper chest, the tops of her exposed and heaving breasts.  Her gaze cast around, embarrassed, and guilty when she looked at Henrik.  What was he thinking? What were any of them thinking...?<br/><br/>It wasn't over yet.  A look of determination grew firm on her lovely features.  "You<em>scoundrel</em>!"  Valanna hissed, ignoring the breathiness in her own voice.  With a quick move, she snatched up her sword, rushing towards him, sword raised to strike...