Mohini squirmed uncomfortably in Anastasius' lap, enduring the words and caresses he lad upon her body. She scowled and let out a few sighs and moans of protest at his touch, though as he spoke she nearl laughed out loud. He thought her a virgin! What a fool he was, what a fool most men were! Did he think that because she was still relatively young and unmaried she would never have known a man's touch? She was the chieftain's daughter, apprentice to the tribes priestess, and beautiful as well, She had many opportunities to steal away with a man, and had, twice before. She had loved both, but the first had died in war, the second, she would have likely been his bride, but she had gone on this quest instead. She wondered if her captor would be ouraged when he discovered his error, that thought brought a smile to her lips, him standing in impotent anger unable to take what he thought was his, unable to make the conquest he desired, as someone had beaten him to it.<br/><br/>She fought hard to surpress a sudden shudder of hysterical laughter that nearly spilled from her lips, instead she shifted on his body, pressing her back against him, her hands falling from her breasts torun over his hands as he started to toy with her. He had his game, perhaps she could use that against him as well? She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder so that her cheek lay against his, her eyes half closed, her lips slightly, sensually parted. Her breasts rose and fell with her deepening breath as she lay against him.<br/><br/>Let him thing he was winning, that she was surrendering herself to him, let him lower his guard, then, then he would learn his error. She was not a fierce amazon warrior as was the other captive. No, she was a horse warrior of the steppe, different than the amazon, but still deadly.