Surely, it was because he hadn’t fucked someone in years. Sixteen years of celibacy, to be more exact, sixteen years of denying himself the most basic pleasures because he refused to accept they were trapped here forever. Maybe his body was just desperate for release, for connection, for the feel of being inside a warm, tight body. Maybe it had nothing to do with Audrey specifically.
But he knew that was a lie. He knew it was her, only her, and if it were any other woman, he probably wouldn’t be in this condition at all.
The bathroom door opened, and Audrey reentered carrying a wooden bowl filled with sliced fruit.
“You’ll eat it all, okay? You need fruit for hydration. It will help your system process the potion you ingested.”
Her gaze found him, and she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted. She nearly dropped the bowl.
Morgath followed her gaze down his chest and stomach, and saw what she was staring at. His cock was sticking up above the surface of the water, dark green, thick and heavy, the head flushed almost black. Precum was weeping from the tip, dripping into the water in a milky stream.
The cold bath had done absolutely nothing. He was still rock hard, in agony, and desperate for relief that wouldn’t come.
Quickly, he tried to cover himself with his hands, but the moment his palms touched his cock, he moaned loudly. The sound was raw and pained, echoing off the bathroom walls. His back arched, and his hips lifted out of the water, pushing his cock further into his own grip. He couldn’t stop himself from moving, couldn’t stop the desperate thrust of his hips.
Audrey made a small sound. It was a quiet “oh”, almost a gasp.
“Leave! Get out,” he begged. “Leave the fruit on the floor, if you really must, but please go.”
Audrey didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at him with her lips parted and her cheeks stained pink. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her eyes locked on his cock, where he held it down with both hands. Eventually, she did move, but not toward the door.
She walked to the tub, setting the bowl on the sink. She sat down on the edge of the tub, her eyes never leaving his cock. It was as if she were entranced.
“So, you tried to masturbate and it didn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “What if I do it? If you say I’m the cause of this... um... problem, maybe I’m the solution? Maybe... my touch, I mean, could help.”
Morgath looked up at her, struggling to process what she’d just said. He couldn’t believe she was suggesting this, couldn’t believe she was offering to touch him when he’d spent weeks pushing her away.
He realized he had no idea what Audrey thought about him. If she wanted him at all, if she was attracted to him in any way. He’d tried so hard to ignore her, and he knew any woman would resent him for it. But apparently, she did care about him in some way, otherwise she wouldn’t be here.
“You don’t have to do it,” he said. “I mean, don’t do it because you want to help. I don’t need your help, I’m fine.”
Even as he said it, his cock throbbed painfully in his hand. He was not fine at all.
She bit her lip and smiled at him.
It made his stomach tighten.
“Maybe I want to do it because... well... I want to... Maybe I’m curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“About what your cock might feel like in my hands.”
At that, he arched into his own hands with a shameless groan. His head fell back against the tub, and his eyes closed. The water wasn’t cold anymore. It had turned warm from the sheer heat of his body. His cock was as hard as ever, and there was a dull pain in his balls that made him want to howl.
“Come on, let me,” Audrey said softly. “It might work, and this will all be over. Why be in pain?”
Was it him? Had his brain turned to mush, or could he hear desire in her voice? No, it wasn’t just him, because he could smell her arousal too, sweet and thick in the air, mixing with the scent of his own sweat.
Reluctantly, he removed his hands. His cock bounced up proudly above the surface of the water, so hard it was nearly vertical.
He watched in awe as Audrey leaned over him, her small hands reaching for it. The cursed member literally twitched toward her, as if drawn to her touch. Of course she was wearing that damn blue dress, the one that clung to every curve and made him want to rip it off her body. As she leaned over, he could see straight down her cleavage. He could see the swell of her full breasts and the pale skin scattered with freckles. His cock wept in response, more precum spilling from the tip and running down his shaft.
Audrey wrapped her hands around his cock and time stopped. It was so thick that she needed both hands. Her fingers didn’t even come close to meeting around his girth.
The moment her skin touched his, Morgath groaned deep in his chest. It was different from his own touch, softer and gentler, but also more intense. Maddening.
She started to stroke him slowly, one hand wrapped around the base and the other around the middle. She pumped him in a steady rhythm, up and down, up and down, and his hips buckedinvoluntarily into her touch. He gripped the edges of the tub so hard his knuckles turned a lighter shade of green. He had to force himself not to thrust up into her hands like some filthy animal. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in his cock on fire, every stroke of her hands sending pleasure shooting up his spine.
