Brother Quentin explains

Christine was still basking in the glow of her unexpected climax when she heard the 'click' of Brother Quentin's door lock. Out of habit she made an attempt to cover herself again with the silk wrapping but it hardly seemed worth the effort.

"I've brought you som-" Brother Quentin stopped in midsentence and Christine lowered her head unable to meet the monk's confused stare.

"Lady Christine?" This is hardly how he expected to find the demure maiden who had come so close to falling into Bishop Anthryl's clutches.

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Brother?" His eyes scanned the room looking for a clue and it did not take long before he saw the small bronze ewer laying on its side on his lab bench. "Prince Henry was ready to betray my father's hospitality to claim my virgin body, in the woods I was accosted by a ruffian who could not wait to get his hands under my skirts." She climbed sensuously to her feet and sashayed towards the monk like a cat in heat. "The Verderer who rescued me was too good a man to take advantage of my condition, but I saw him staring - I even thought for a minute that Master Merthin intended to keep me locked up in some small chamber so he could take for himself what those other men wanted."

"Yes, Lady Christine." Brother Quentin held out the thick cowled robes he had taken from storage, "I imagine most men would find you very attractive." The young woman was too far under the influence of his potion to be rational and instead of taking the robes as he hoped, she side-stepped his arms and grabbed his arm instead.

"Then why aren't you touching me?"

"I have t-taken v-vows, Lady Christine." Quentin stammered, but Christine captured his hand in hers and pulled it boldly to her breast. She needed a man's touch ... as she felt his calloused fingers rub against her skin, she felt her nipple tighten into a small hard pebble.

"Bishop Anthryl took those same vows, but according to you that wouldn't stop him..." she lifted up onto her tip toes and reached for Quentin's shaved cheek. "I won't tell anyone, Brother Quentin." Even to her own ears Christine sounded **** and whorish, but she didn't care. "You can spread my legs. I won't stop you, Quentin, you can be the one who makes me a woman."

"Lady Gerard," Christine sensed Brother Quentin's resolve start to falter and she pressed her naked body even harder against the monk's hand. "Lady Gerard, this is not you ... you inhaled an aphrodisiac that is clouding your thinking."

"I don't care!" Christine wrapped her thigh over Brother Quentin's leg and humped him shamelessly. "You're a man, I'm a woman - well almost. All you need to do is spread my legs and fill me!" She clung to Quentin like a limpet, and ground her sex against the rough wool of Quentin's habit once again feeling the heat building in her core.

"Stop this!" Quentin did his best to push her away. "This is a sin!"

"Yes!" Christine grasped at this new thought. "I'm a sinner! I need to be punished for my transgressions!"