She was tall, and the thin dress she wore clung lovingly to every curve of her wondrous figure. Dark unbound hair streamed to her knees, framing a perfect oval of a face white as sea foam. Her wide full mouth was red as new-spilled blood, her nose delicately arched, her eyes long-lashed under finely drawn brows. They were a fathomless green, those eyes, with little golden flecks in their lustrous depths, and they seemed to look into ${Protagonist’s Name}’s soul.
"So this is the little hero they send to defeat me?" The evil queen stroked her chin. "You're just a child. A babe playing at war." She tilted her head, considering. "And yet, I sense something inside you—something powerful. Something I could use…" Her voice trailed away, but she continued to stare deep into his blue eyes.
The young hero was still, watching her with growing dread. The thought of this woman using him for her own ends, binding him to serve her forevermore… It sickened him. She was a monster, through and through, no matter how beautiful she was. He could not allow it.
"I will never serve you," he declared bravely, his gaze defiant. "You can torture me, but I will never bow to your will."
"Torture you? What a novel notion." Her green eyes glittered maliciously. "But why waste time on such trifles when there are better ways to make you serve me."
A slow smile spread across her face as she turned toward the men who were holding ${Protagonist’s Name}.
"Release him and leave us."
The men exchanged startled glances, then shrugged and complied with her command, quickly disappearing out the door. Alone now, the dark beauty gazed down upon the heroic lad who had so rashly dared to oppose her.
"Come here, my darling boy," she cooed softly, stretching forth one long slender arm. "I think we should have a nice little chat…"
The frightened boy hesitated, glancing over at the closed doorway through which his tormentors had gone. His mind whirled, weighing possibilities. Could he get past the guards if he tried to run now? No. They would catch him in seconds—and besides, where could he go? There was no place safe from this woman.
"Don't be afraid," she murmured her voice warm with honeyed persuasion. "I promise I'll never hurt you."
There was something in her voice—something that stirred an unexpected longing inside the brave young hero, something sweet and seductive, a soft music that drew him forward, irresistibly. Soon, he found himself standing before her, looking up into her fathomless eyes.
"Sit here." She held out her arms as he approached, making room for him on her lap. "Let me hold you close."
The fearsome queen cuddled the child against herself, his small frame fitting perfectly within her strong embrace. Her heavy breasts pressed against his back, sending a thrill of pleasure through the tiny body she clasped so tightly to hers. This was wrong. It was all wrong! But even as his instincts rebelled, the desire to surrender rose unbidden like a tide, and the boy could do nothing to stop it.
"Such a lovely boy," crooned the queen, stroking his golden hair and brushing kisses along the side of his neck. "You've done very well, haven't you, sweetheart?" Her breath smelled sweet, and her words were a silky caress against his ear. "I'm proud of you, really. But now you don't have to fight anymore. I will protect you…"
He squirmed in her grasp. "No…" he mumbled weakly, trying desperately to fight off those languorous promises. "You are evil! I hate you!"
"Hush now," she murmured, kissing him tenderly, then more urgently. "That's not true. You're just confused, my darling boy. I love you so much. Stop fighting it—you can trust me."