<strong>Mira</strong><br/>The Brythunian beauty watched the sorceress, her lovely sapphire eyes wide with surprise as the other woman disrobed.  Mira's gaze drifted downwards, across the pale expanse of Norina's exquisitely formed slender figure.  Yet even as Mira felt a surge of lust at the sight of the nude beauty, there was something about the sorceress' gracefulness that was almost serpentine...  Just a vague suggestion...<br/><br/>"Norina..." she managed to murmur before her words disolved into moans of pleasure.  The sorceress' nails raked across Mira's skin, tantalizingly close to the line between pleasure and pain.  And when she felt the stiffened rose tip of one breast, she arched almost came immediately.<br/><br/>It was then that she felt powerful hands encircle her slender waist and Mira struggled uselessly.  She listened to his taunting words and even as she practically dropped with pleasure, she felt a confused torrent of anger, shame and lust wash over...<br/><br/><em>Just you wait, Cimmerian.  I will have my vengeance...</em>she silently swore when she felt him lower her eve so slowly.  She gasped at the feel of him, the bulging girth of his phallus against her delicate nether lips.  She felt her petals part as he entered her for the what might have been the hundredth time bit still she was awed by the size of him as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, finding Mira to be warm and wet and delightfully tight...