It's not poison...

"Wait, please wait!" I cry out, finally understanding what Spring is telling me.

"Spring, Oh my, Spring. You have been mislead. Let me explain please." Falling gracefully into a seated position in the sands before her, he sees the confusion writ so plainly on her face. He takes a deep breath, giving him time to gather his wits.

"It is not poison, but what is needed from a man that can make children happen. It's half of the beginning of the cycle of life. It is also a natural process of the male body. I would say that your education was neglected in this area, and your brothers used you badly."

He explains the procreation cycle simply and slowly. When she seems confused or concerned, he patiently tries to teach her the truth. As he sees her dawning comprehension, he further explains, "Also it is an expression of intense pleasure. But I can see that you have never been a recipient of the female's version of the same. Women, while you don't have a penis as men do, but a vagina that a male penis is designed by the Gods, I suppose, to go into. If done right, it can be intensely pleasurable for both. Also, what you were about to do to me with your mouth, can also be done to you. It can also provide much pleasure for you. In general terms, the acts themselves, taken as a whole, is sex. Each individual act has its own name, or names. It can be delightful, but if the two people having sex, feel strongly for each other; love one another, it can be so much more powerful than mere delight. And then rather than calling it just sex, it is usually called lovemaking. Of course there are cruder names, one I know you heard, fucking, for example. It's all the same, what is different is the level of emotions involved."

I pause, hoping that what I am trying to say is really getting through to her. Also thinking that it's a really good thing that her 'brothers' weren't here right now. I wanted to murder them. And Daski too. Perhaps it's a good thing Valeros is already dead. I try to regain my focus as I watch Spring. I think she understands, at least generally.

"Spring, I would love nothing more than to bring you, bring us, to the heights of passion. But I want you to be a willing participant, and one who understands what is happening, really happening. I will never mislead you, or take advantage of you. Others have, I won't. Ever!"

I reach my right hand out and brush the side of her lovely face, looking deeply into her eyes, opening my very soul to her, praying that she can sense my sincerity, my feelings. "Spring," I say, gently moving my thumb over her lips, "I am drawn to you, am beginning to see your face at all times. We don't really know each other, yet I believe I do know you, and I feel... I believe, Love, for you."

I lean forward, never moving my gaze from her eyes. I move my face forward, both of my hands going to the sides of her face. I brush my lips to hers, and, as she doesn't pull back, I deepen the kiss. I murmur to her through the kiss, "When you're ready, I will show you lovemaking, as it should be." I don't stop the kiss. My left hand moves to her shoulder, then begins a slow caress down her back, finally stopping at her hip. The right hand stays high, as it caresses her neck, and shoulder. I fight the desire to caress her breast, tweak her nipple, as I will not go further until I know that this is what she wants; while I will be more than happy to teach her, I want, no, need, her to understand what is occurring.

"Oh Spring," I moan, as her mouth instinctively opens to mine.

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