#170512 - Now a frightened and reticent female, much younger in appearance than he might have thought when first he saw her (not that he discriminated with regards to age, of course), and most assuredly a virgin, at least, in the more important ways, he smiled to himself; lay panting and blinking on the time-hardened leather cot he had made for this shelter, and Kalimenos thought to himself that she might be well worth his efforts to initiate her properly in the various ways to please males. He grabbed her wrists again and held them fast; he slithered down and shrugged her feet up around his neck, then dove into the nest of hair between Nysa's legs. She struggled against him when he tried to lower her back to the bed, and her voice escaped in an enraged exclamation that was almost a growl.