Chapter 8 A Twitching Shaft

• Darius
• I stood there and stared into Ana's eyes as she eyed me. My breath was slowing as I watched her take me in. Her emerald irises moved downward to my engorged member, and a deep heat filled my body as she seemed to drink in every detail of my aroused form. At that moment, all I wanted was for her to make the first move—maybe say she's coming to clean my room or something. Just anything to have her staring at it like that. But nah, Ana is just some curious kid who knows nothing.
• Fuck!
• The thing kept jerking as if Ana's presence had some sort of calming effect on it.
• Oh, she does!
• No, I can't have such thoughts of her. I had to act quickly before my right hand detected my arousal.
• Gently, I headed to my room, and I felt Ana's gaze on me as I went. Was this her way of trying to lure me in? Or was this a test of some kind? Whatever the case was, every time I glanced at her, I could feel my erection heating up. What was it about her that caused my heart to race whenever I looked at her?
• I flung open the door to my chambers with wild ferocity as if I had flames igniting beneath my feet. My door flew open with the force of a thousand horses, tearing through its hinges in an explosion of splinters. I had no time to wait for my loyal attendant to help me. Normally, I could have waited for my right-hand man to open for me, but I left him standing beside Ana as I rushed forward with a speed of desperation.
• Ana's presence awoke something inside me that I never realized existed: a burning passion, a fire only meant to be shared with the one I truly love. There was no way I could succumb to this feeling for her, for Ana is nothing more than a commoner, while I, a royal, am fated to marry someone worthy of my station. Royals marry royals. And hell! She could never quench the desires I have for a woman.
• Ana is just a girl, an innocent girl, but she stirs something deep within me—a primal lust that rumbles and aches. I'm drawn to her innocent ignorance of the male anatomy, which only entices me further. She's an enigma, a confusing mix of purity and carnal desire, and I feel my body tense with anticipation. I know the source of my arousal comes from the fact that she has never seen a cock before. That has to be the reason. There is no other reason for this.
• I stood in the middle of the room in disbelief. How could it be? Ever since I came back to Avalon, I haven’t felt any connection to any woman because I knew if I did, it meant wedding bells. Avalon isn’t like the United States, where you can fuck any girl you want without expectations of marriage. Here, I am the prince, and I could have any helper I wanted for the night, but I chose not to touch any of them. Would Ana be any different? I mean, she's just a girl, for heaven’s sake!
• Out of annoyance, I tossed my clothes onto my bed, jerked off my dirty shirt, and kicked off my pants. I walked into the bathroom, turned on both faucets to full blast, stepped under the cold spray until it was as hot as I could stand it, then jumped back out again. I ran a towel through my hair a few times before tossing it in the corner of
• I felt my heart race as I stood in the middle of the room, completely baffled by what this meant. Ever since returning to Avalon, I've kept my distance from any woman, well aware of the implications it'd bring with it. In Avalon, there are no secret flings or quick one-night stands; here, I am the prince, and the responsibility that comes with it looms heavy. But then there was Ana, a mere girl whose presence I felt drawn towards. Would she be any different? My mind raced at the possibilities, yet all I could do was stand there, caught in an overwhelming state of disbelief.
• the sink. I scrubbed my skin with another towel to get rid of all of the lust and dirty thoughts in my head, then headed for the shower yet again. It has to be her; she is starting to rent a room in my head, and I hate it. The only way to make her know I'm not into her is to fuck another woman while she's busy cleaning the room. That way, she wouldn't have ideas because I'd hate to hear rumors about me and a commoner.
• After I stepped out of the shower, my skin still damp and glistening with tiny droplets, I hurried to bed without a stitch of clothing. As darkness slowly crept in, the only thing I thought of was that girl, Ana. The next morning, I awoke to the sound of birdsong that pierced my eardrums like a million daggers. It feels like every bird in the world is singing a sorrowful requiem for me, creating a cacophony of pain that fills my veins with dread. The sound wraps around me, as if time itself has frozen and the only companion I have is the relentless chorus of chirping birds.
• The sun shines brightly through the window, its rays more intense than ever. I can feel each beam—a million needles piercing my eyes. My vision blurs as if I'm looking through binoculars.
• Slowly, I open my eyes and jump out of bed.
• "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" There stood Ana, her eyes locked onto mine, not straying from my bulging cock. The silence between us thickens like the summer heat. Her eyes, usually so quick to wander to my body, are fixed directly on me, her gaze unyielding as if trying to search for something hidden within my soul. I stand under her scrutiny, feeling as though she can see through me.
• "There is what we call fucking privacy!" I barked!
• "I'm sorry, my Prince; I was told to wait here till you are awake to get you ready for the meeting with the Royals from Razzia." She says.
• "What?"
• "They are already here, my prince." She said, then her gaze dropped to my cock, and her eyes widened with a mix of shock and curiosity. She quickly averted her stare, but not before I saw a spark of hunger in her depths that made me harden even further.
• "Prepare water for me; make sure it's refreshing because you are going to bathe me." Her eyes snapped open, bulging with surprise, as her head shot back in shock. She quickly dropped her gaze and tucked her chin into her chest to hide the fear that raged through her veins like wildfire. In submission, she bowed a little and spoke.
• "Of course, my prince."