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Hearing the receding steps of Freya, Rowan pushed the woman in front of him to the side. His dark eyes now settled at the spot the girl was standing at earlier, she had clearly seen him pleasing another woman. Just like in the past, Rowan was expecting her to walk away angrily or even rain curses at him. To his surprise the girl stood there, staring back at him.
"S-should I get undressed and join you in bathing?" The woman on the floor blushed shyly, holding her dress, stopping it from slipping down her shoulder.
Rowan’s eyes moved from the door and settled on the woman in front of him. He stretched his hand picking up a pouch that contained some coins and he threw it to her which the woman quickly caught.
"You’re done here, leave"
Opening the small purse, the woman was overwhelmed by the amount inside. It was more than what she makes in a day,
"I can do the bathing for free...I mean it’s already an honour to serve you and you haven’t even..." Her voice trailed when she met with the cold hard glare of Rowan.
"Leave, was what I said." He commanded with a cold voice.
The young woman quicky packed her her dress and money dashing out of the room.
Rowan finally stood up, in his full height pulling the trousers down his waist revealing his slender hip bones and well structured chest and broad shoulder. He walked casually towards the bathroom, scooping the water from the tub he let it pour down his hair. Making his black hair lap on his face, as the water trickled down the bathroom floor.
The young guard closed his eyes, thoughtfully. He had received attention from so many women in the past, infact he wasn’t someone that was moved by women. He had them at his beck and call, going to war with Adric. Rowan had really lived the rough life the road came with and he wasn’t even ashamed of it. At the age of seventeen while serving as a royal guard he already knew the secrets to please a woman. And because he had a tall-big build making him look so matured, a lot of older women came to him seeking for pleasure. And by the time be became a man it was no longer anything new to him.
Not until he met a girl, one who didn’t want anything to do with his way of life. He wasn’t angry that the girl hated him, that was what she was supposed to do since she had seen him pleasing a married woman. The only thing bothering Rowan was how a person remained innocent. He wanted to be the one to claim that innocence, that was all. He wanted to show the girl the beauty of the world she was yet to explore.
And earlier when his eyes met with Freya’s brown ones. Rowan felt another excitement, that couldn’t be quenched even with the mouth of another woman wrapped around his manhood.
Rowan scooped another water over his head, the warm water cascading over his body, he couldn’t help but think about the tiny girl that was like a small animal. He noticed how she tried to hide herself from people she doesn’t know and only give her smile to her close friends. Though she had never smiled to Rowan, but he enjoyed watching her smile.
Rowan’s hand reached down, wrapping around his hardened member, as he stroked it gently, he leaned his back against the wall, with his eyes closed, and his hand moving in a steady rhythm. All he could imagine was Freya beneath him, her delicate untouched body writhing with pleasure as he claimed her. Rowan’s hand tightened around his shaft, with his movements growing faster and more aggressive.
He pictured, Freya smiling and her small lips wrapped around him, with her tongue swirling around the tip of his manhood, teasing it with each lick. Rowan groaned when he imagined burying himself deep inside of the girl, filling her with his seed as she screamed his name. He wanted to be the reason why she smile, but also the reason why there was tears in her eyes. He would be there to lick those tears away, it was twisted of him to think that way but that was what he wanted. And he was going to get it.
With a final stroke, Rowan shuddered, his body shaking as he came, with the release washing down the drain. The royal guard leaned against the wall, panting heavily, he had reached his release but still his body was craving Freya’s touch. And he knew that no matter how much he pleasured himself, it would never compare to the feeling of being inside of her, of claiming Freya as his own. And he wasn’t going to stop, he would continue to crave her, to desire her, until he could finally make her his.
Done with bathing, Rowan made his way outside where the party was going to be held. His eyes roamed everywhere looking for the girl, he knew she was going to be hiding from him at the moment. When he finally spotted her talking with the Crown Prince and the princess, he made his way there.
"Rowan!" The Crown Prince smiled, "I was wondering when you will finally join us, my sister won’t let anyone have a moment of peace. It’s either Rowan this or Rowan that..." The young man remarked.
The young Princess blushed nudging her brother, "It’s not like that...I wasn’t asking of him that much. Shouldn’t you be saying nice things about me instead? Don’t you see how Rowan and Freya are so close?"
Rowan noticed Freya squeeze her hands tightly the moment her name was mentioned, he could see that she was clearly avoiding to meet his gaze. Her eyes buried to the ground like there was something precious there.
"And I bet Freya respects her brother so much, unlike you. Right Freya?" The Crown asked, calling the girl’s attention.
Freya raised her face, "Uh- what?"
Rowan smirked, he could clearly see that the girl was affected by what she saw earlier. He hadn’t mean for her to see it but when she finally did and stood back, that part got his interest piqued. He wanted to know why she didn’t try to run.
"Freya, are you okay? It seems as if you’re not here with us." The princess muttered, taking a step closer she touched Freya’s forehead.
Freya gulped, squeezing her hands on her side tightly. "I’m fine,"
"I guess I’ve made you bored by talking about your brother all day, since you see him everyday. It must be so boring hearing about him over and over. I have been so inconsiderate, pardon my insensitivity." The princess apologized.
Rowan’s eyes didn’t leave the girl, taking a step closer. He touched Freya’s face, his fingers rubbing her tender skin. He noticed how she flinched when his hand came in contact with her face.
"Are you really not feeling well...sister?" He drawled.
Freya touched her neck, taking a step back but Rowan’s hand was quick to catch her wrist, Freya inhaled deeply as if she was touched by hot iron.
"I-I’m fine," she muttered a reply.
Sensing the awkward tension, the princess ran to hold Freya.
"I know how to make her enjoy the night, there’s a place maidens gather to have fun. I’ll take her with me,"
Rowan’s finally released Freya’s hand, he watched, his eyes coolly gazing at her as the princess dragged her away from there. He enjoyed the way girl was now squirming under his gaze and touch, and just like had told her. The fire he made was already burning her from within.
"Your sister is really a shy one..." The crown prince muttered, "Let’s go and enjoy the night, it’s still young and I can say the same for us."
Rowan looked at the direction Freya left, and he smiled. He was just getting started with her.
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