<strong>Kael the Cimmerian</strong><br/><br/>Kael grave a proud rumble at Mira's surender, then a gasp of pleasured surprise as Norina not only joined them, but caressed his purse quite delightfully.  "You have a body fit to steal a man's soul, sorceress," he intoned, "And a touch fit to steal a man's seed."<br/><br/>He tore off Mira's panties with one hand and lifted her up, up, up, shifting his loincloth aside so that his massive manhood was free to penetrate her petals freely.  Hands on her waist so she had little hope of escape even if her body and mind were not already conquered, he whispered in her ear, "Spread your legs, my lovely whore, and remember the nature of our relationship.  Once, we were companions, maybe friends, maybe lovers.  Then you made it clear you wanted it another way, and I showed you the truth of that way.  You take what you can get when you can get it.  And I take what I want when I want it.  That was the relationship you chose when you cut the rope."