When I awoke I was back in my room in the palace, the fire was lit and the bed felt wonderful after having to spend a majority of the last month sleeping on a stone floor. My chest felt tight as I recalled my time under Lord Coran's control. I shook my head vigorously as if the sudden movement would be enough to banish the memories. I drew my knees up to my chest and hugged them to myself and it was then that I realized I was no longer naked. I was now wearing a simple cotton robe and Aiden's cloak from the...day...week...how long had I been unconscious? As I thought about how long I'd might've been sleeping for I noticed that I had wrapped Aiden's cloak around me and was inhaling his scent as if I needed it to breathe.
I reveled in his smell, weak as it was, but then I remembered Aiden's inability to look at me when he saw me with Lord Coran. I thought about his reluctance to gaze at me, only looking to me when I had attacked him. I began to understand how he must be seeing me; I was soiled, dirty, and damaged now. Used by that man to do terrible things to those innocent people. I was a monster and who could gaze upon a monster without feeling disgust and repulsion?
As this line of thought made its way through my brain I began to shake and tears rolled down my face, almost as if all the tears that had been had back by the Dark Magic were now coming forth. I was shaking and the cloak was getting wet from my tears. I pulled the cloak off of myself and placed at the foot of the bed, away from me as if that would help to keep it free of the taint that coated my body.
"Mi'lord?" there was a soft knock on the door as Aiska stepped into the room. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and dried my face.
"Hello Aiska," I responded, though my voice was still trembling and choked slightly.
"Glad to see you're awake Mi'lor-Myr," she stopped herself and used my name instead of the title, "Your clothes were recovered and are in the chest over there, as well as a few new pieces from Madame Ludwen. She says they aren't as fancy as the first set but she wanted you to have a proper wardrobe. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Where can I go to bathe?" I asked, the desire to clean off the corruption I felt on myself intensifying.
"I will have one brought up at once along with some food," Aiska responded, "are you hungry for anything in particular?"
"Not really," I replied from my position on the bed, "but could wash the cloak and see that Prince Aiden receives it?"
"Of course," Aiska picked up the royal cloak and was about to leave, but she stopped and turned around, "would you like to...would you like anything else?"
"No, thank you," I said as I retreated back behind my knees, resting my forehead on them.
"Alright...I'll be right back with the bath..." she seemed to hesitate again, but walked out of the room and closed the door quietly behind her.
After about 30 minutes there was a louder knock on the door as Aiska returned with two other servants carrying a tub. They placed the tub in the center of the room and proceeded to fill it with warm water while Aiska draped some towels over the changing screen.
"Just call out if you need anything, we'll be just outside," Aiska said as she and the other two servants left. I stood up for the first time since waking up and immediately regretted it. My side was aching and my entire body tingled uncomfortably. I managed to remove the robe and caught a glance at myself in the small mirror on the vanity. There was a dark bruise on my side where Yen had slammed into me, I gingerly prodded at it and winced. My face was less bruised but still had some discoloration to it from where the larger man had clocked me in the side of my head. I lowered myself into the warm water, letting out a sigh as I did so, submerging the entirety of my naked form. I let the heat permeate my body and it soothed the aches and pains...but that tingling sensation was still there. I began to scrub myself with the soap while simultaneously trying to get my circulation going, hoping that the pins and needles would dissipate.
As I cleaned myself the relaxing sensation of the warm water soon had my mind wandering. I began to imagine other hands touching me...Aiden's hands. His callused fingertips playing with my nipples as I lean back into his chest to feel his muscles and chest hair rubbing against my shoulder blades, his thighs touching mine as I slide between his legs until there was no space for the water between us. My head falls back and looks up at his gently smiling face, the dark stubble on his chin scratching my cheek as I nuzzle his neck, inhaling that intoxicating smell that is his essence.
My hand drifted to my stiffening cock as this scene unfolded in my mind, my finger wrapped around my member and began to move up and down in a luxurious manner. Aided by the soap my other hand began to tease and penetrate my hole. As I slipped my fingers inside myself I pictured Aiden's cock rising from slumber and poking me in the back. I smile up at my handsome Prince as I lift myself up in the water just enough to allow his thick cock to rest at my entrance and before he begins to slide inside me. His strokes start excruciatingly slow, teasing me as his rock solid phallus hits my sensitive places.
My fingers began to move faster, in and out of my ass, back and forth on my now rock solid cock. In my mind Aiden reaches around and swats my hands away from my member, grabbing my wrists in one of his hands and gripping my hip with the other. I bounce on his cock faster and faster, little whimpers and gasps escaping from my lips as I do. Suddenly his lips are on mine and the moans are more powerful as I taste him, muffled by the kiss but very obviously present. I feel his mouth widen as he keeps kissing me through his grin.
My fingers were moving furiously at this point, the water of the bath sloshing around and probably spilling onto the floor but I was too caught up in my imagination to care. Aiden's grin fades as I feel him tense up inside me, he's grunting and tightening his grip on me as he gets closer to orgasming. I ride him harder and faster, begging for him to cum for me breathlessly as I approach my own climax. With a final thrust he is buried inside me as his ejaculation rocks through his body and my mind goes blank as I have my own orgasm.
I went limp in the tub as my climax concluded, all the tension in my body vanishing for a few glorious moments...before my side began to protest the rigorous activity by throbbing in a most unpleasant fashion. I grumbled to myself as I pulled myself up and out of the tub, towled dry with the fluffiest towels I had ever experienced, and picked an outfit to wear. Madame Ludwen had impeccable taste, that was evident from the assortment of outfits in the dresser...a dresser? I looked around at the room again and realized that this wasn't the old guest room. This room was at least twice the size of the last one and had much more furniture. The vanity, the mirror, the dresser, and the changing screen had definitely not been in the other room. I silently cursed at myself for not noticing sooner, I was supposed to be hypervigilant and observant and I had been going through the motions and taking in none of my surroundings.
I threw on a lovely blue shirt, some black pants, and sturdy boots before moving to the door...the door was much larger than the last room too. I felt so stupid, the door was even made of a different wood.
