Like the young warrior had promised his love, Vittirio stayed by her side every day, only leaving for the healers to do their jobs and makes sure she stayed healthy, each time pacing out in the hall, his arms crossed impatiently. After they left, Vittirio immediately went back inside so that he could have her in his arms again.
The past days were also hard on him; the sexual tension had not been relieved at all, and being so close to Elena did not make it any easier. Even though at times Vittirio had gotten aroused and hard, he forced himself to think about other things until he had become calm once again. And since he had refused to even think about touching himself, it was quite easy to get him worked up. But he supposed that meant he was able to hold on much longer for their special night before she was given to the king.
Finally, the day had arrived when their night was planned. Not wanting to stink during their night, Vittirio kissed Elena on the forehead and left the room to go take a shower. While he was cleaning himself and making sure the dirt and sweat was out of his black hair, he noticed that he had grown a bit of a beard along his face. Frowning slightly, he scolded himself that he had allowed himself to become haggard. So, he went to his equipment and took out his slightly-blunted dagger, walking back to the shower. He began to shave, cleaning his face and making sure that he was presentable for his darling. A few minutes later, he patted his cheek and smiled, pleased with how he looked, and how his semi-long hair was tame once more.
But unfortunately, as he continued to wash the rest of his body, his mind began to wander, dreaming about their night. Unfortunately, Vittirio began to get aroused, this fact evident by the thick hardness that lay in his right hand. It throbbed achingly, wanting to release itself from the sexual torture. "Dammit . . ." he muttered. No. I must not, he thought with a curt, determined nod. No matter how good it felt to stroke his manhood with the soap, he kept himself under control and finished cleaning himself. By the time he had gotten out and dried himself, he found that the doctor had his clothes cleaned, for which he was grateful.
It was beginning to turn into a black night as Vittirio walked back to the room, his clothes fresh and his weapons cleaned, just in case. His hair was pulled back into a clean pony-tail as he walked to the door, glancing at the guard appreciatively. He knocked once on the hard wood before entering, his eyes on Elena as she read her book. "Hello love . . ." he said with soft, affectionate smile.
[[Damn . . . long post is long, haha]]