Mohini moaned softly into the kiss, the sound drawn from her by fingers that worked her body as one might work a musical instrument. Her opening was damp, warm, tight, and all too inviting to his finger as it began to tease into her. By the goddess how she wanted more! She was feeling her body consumed with lust, forced upon her by her captors, and hatred for them as well. She wanted more, but yet she wanted to kill them all as well. That, that hatred was what she locked her mind onto even as her body squirmed and reacted to his touch, while her tongue danced with his in her passion.<br/><br/>Her hands moved, slowly up to his hair, touseling it as her fingers stroked through the strands, then began to descend once more, her hands slid over the curves of her own body, down, over her breasts, down across her stomach, through the thatch of dark hair between her legs, down over his own hands, caressing them lightly, and to the stiff tool that lay beneath her. She touched it with her strong yet soft fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze and a light stroke through the fabric that sperated them, and pulled away from the kiss to look at him. She let her fingers roam over him again and let her eyes drift downward, then back up to his...<br/><br/>