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~~WARNING; MATURE CONTENT...~~

Verin took her hands and made way to his groins, she flinched as she felt her hands on it. It was hard as rock. Verin was surprised too, he was this hard and now, even more aroused by her touch.

But what happened that time he was all over her? Why did his body felt terrible when he squeezed her breasts?

He was supposed to have tore her gown and do what he wanted on her but he just don't know why his body refused that.

Maybe his body rejected her? No, that's not it. If it is because he's body rejected her then why is he feeling aroused, just by her touch?

He was already worked up when she came into the bathroom and was acting all shy and innocent. He even found himself getting more worked up, when she was already turned into a lobster from embarrassment.

He could feel the demon inside him going crazy. His demon acted like it has reached its peak and would take full control of him.

Their hands moved up and down at his member and he found himself moaning from... pleasure? He had shut his eyes tightly and continued his activity. Nayla felt like the ground should open up and just swallow her. What on earth was happening? Why was this happening?

She had never touched a man like this before, all these things were new to her.

All she had imagine her first night intimacy would be was that her husband would take these things easy and slow for her, she was very new to these things.

She never for once thought she would find herself bathing her husband, talk more of bathing a man whom is not her husband. He then removed his hand from hers and looked at her in the eyes, very deeply.

"Wash there... And scrub it the way I just showed you" he said, so shamelessly, eyes filled with lust.

Nayla looked away, avoiding his gaze when she felt his hand on her chin, bringing her face closer to his. "Look me in the eye and do your washing" he ordered her, face so serious.

She swallowed hard, her hands trembling.

Her hands started moving up and down, just like how he had taught her. But she did it very slowly. Verin looked like he was being tortured.

Why this pace? Is she seducing him?

"Are you seducing me?" He asked her, eyes filled with nothing but lust and wonders.

"D-does i..t look like... I'm seducing you?" She stuttered, her eyes looked away. "I didn't say you should look away, look at me!" He ordered. She obeyed him, but her cheeks were so red like a tomato. "Since you have aroused me, pleasure me!" He ordered her again. "What?..." She looked even more confused and reddened. "I want you to move your pace faster than usual, and keep looking at me." He told her.

She didn't move. She turned immobile for some seconds.

"I just gave you a task and you're being all worked up... How do you intend on being my maid?" His lips curved for a split second and his face turned so serious.

He removed his hands from her chin and went to his groin, putting his hands firmly on top of hers. Grabbing her hands with the sponge cloth in them, their hands moved in slow motion, up and down.

Then later their movement started increasing, sending orgasm to Verin while her own body tingle from the sensation she was slowly feeling.

Thanks to the foams, she could not see his member, but only feel it, and she didn't know which is better. After a while, Verin burst out, from pure pleasure. He had reached his climax. When he was cumin, his eyes were shut tightly, Nayla took the opportunity to look away, looking at the small glass shower room when she heard him speak.

"Don't disobey me, keep looking" he told her, eyes still closed. She did as he had commanded.

He bit his lower lip from the pleasure, as he opened his eyes. Nayla found herself gaping at him, he looked so breathtaking as he did all that, that she felt her body tingle even more.

After some minutes, he removed his hands and touched her cheeks. "You did well, obeying me... Now continue bathing me, and be fast this time. " He ordered, face now serious.

Nayla wishing for everything to end, quickly obeyed and lifted his legs and started scrubbing them. His legs were smooth and sexy. How can a man have such feminine features and yet very strong? In no time, she was done and she poured the waters from his head to rinse off the foams.

She asked him to get up and kept pouring water on him, to rinse the foams from his lower body when her gaze fell on his already standing brother. What! Oh no!!

Verin was in a shock of his own because even him was confused, he just finished pleasuring himself and now he was hard as a rock again?! She told him to come out of the bathtub which luckily he did. She took the towel he once tied around his waist earlier and cleaned his body, from his neck down his toe.

While cleaning his neck, her hands touched his bare chest and he wiggled from her touch.

She was standing behind him, cleaning the water droplets off him. Then she reached his waist and also cleaned there too as well, but unfortunately, her hands were rapping him there. Realizing what she just did she quickly remove her arms from his waist

and quickly bent down to clean his legs.

"You didn't clean this part" he smirked as he pointed at his groin. She looked up at him at first before her gaze fell on it. She turned the other way, her hair falling on her face, covering them.

Her hands moved up and quickly cleaned there.

When done with his cleaning, she went to his walldrope and started selecting clothes he would wear for the night. Most of them didn't look like a nightwear at all. "Where's your nightwear clothes?" She asked him, not turning to look at him. He didn't respond, he was lost in his own thoughts.

Verin was confused about why his body was acting this way. He was relieved as she quickly left him and went to the cupboard, but why was he acting like this around her? Other maids bathed him but he never acted like this, so why now? And why her?

Why was he acting like this? This was bugging him. He heard her voice jolted him, bringing him back to life.

"Where're your nightwears?" He heard her asked.

"Open the other door, beside the closest " he answered. He saw her mouth forming an O.

Nayla was speechless. This closet was big... It had two sets of doors which had mirrors hanging on them. Wow! This palace is very big and very rich! But her angered heart, did not give her that much excitement and admiration she should have felt.

After her two minutes of wonderment, she went to where he had directed her to and her eyes widened a little. Is these what he called nightwears?

They were almost the same as his normal daily royal wears. She took a peek at him and then looked at the set of clothes in front of her. She grabbed a blue long sleeved top and an ivory toned trousers, she thought would fit him, because of his silver hair.

That was when it dawned on her, his hair... They were freaking long!! Reaching his waist line.

It was like he was on a competition with women. His beauty can't be compared with anyone or anything in this earth.