Real passion is hard

"It's just that I want this to be special Ms. Summers," Christopher takes a nervous gulp of water leaving his lips glistening. Though interested in his answer, you strangely fixate on his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. "... not just sex, you see Wydan has always loved her, he was really the only one who didn't believe she killed her own newborn, but he can't tell her, because she's still married to the king even if her husband did banish her and I can't figure out how Rhiannon and Wydan ever make love if he's too noble to start anything."

You smile as you hear this naive young man's implied assumption; it's not really his fault, after all when you were his age you bought into this Disney style 'man must make the first move' stupidity too. You decide to gently educate him about women and their desires.

"Queen Rhiannon could be the one who initiates it." You speak up and see the doubt on his expressive young face and you push ahead trying hard not to think about all the unintentional consequences that this line of reasoning could lead to. "Think about it, Christopher. Even if the demon doesn't actually succeed in ravaging her, he must have come close." Crossing your legs back to their original position you press your knees tightly together, as a surge of heat sweeps through your abdomen. You cannot believing how aroused you're becoming. "As barbarous and powerful as that monster is he'd easily have his way with her. Ripping her dress, forcing her to the ground, pinning her helplessly."

Christopher shifts uncomfortably on the couch trying to hide a growing problem but you concentrate on finishing your point. "No matter how hard Rhiannon struggles she knows that she has **** but to be savagely taken, but then at the last moment Wydan appears."

Christopher's eyes are bright with excitement. Whether because he is as sexually aroused as you are or because he now sees how the story will proceed you can't tell, his head nods slowly and a sexy grin curls his lips.

"Then they battle, each one trying to finish off the other," You continue with the matter at hand. "And Queen Rhiannon knows that the prize they are fighting for is her very body." Your voice is throatier than it should be when talking to a high-school student almost half your age, but this evening is turning in a direction very different than could ever have imagined. The tension in the air has reached a whole new level; you can see the large bulge in Christopher's trousers in spite of his best attempts to hide it and you have no doubt that your very erect and swollen nipples are quite obvious through your thin bra and v-neck blouse.