Kael laughed again as he caught her legs and spread them apart, then pressed one knee over her center and pinned her to the ground thusly.  He filled both hands with her beautiful breasts and massaged contentedly as he peered into her eyes and commented, "You've hit the nail on the head, Maris.  The Brythunian whore is deserving of my wrath.  The last thing she deserves is the tender mercy of my protection."  He sifted his hands so that his forefinger and thumb took her nipples and began to pinch and tweak at the hard numbs while he rolled his knee over her hard nub.  "You, on the other hand, are a true warrior, far more deserving of my attentions.  I've seen your fighting spirit, your rage, and your fear.  I want to see tenderness in your beautiful eyes.  I want to see your masterpiece of a body shake with pleasure."<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>Long knives prodded at poor Mira from all sides as Vanko's men pushed and pulled her back away from the the roadside inn towards the stand of trees off to the side.  "Keep those pretty lips shut, girl, I would hate too have to cut them off."