Ignore your arousal

You try to keep your mind on something else, but the warm cloth moving over your skin, creeping lower, closer, Krandt's hand nearing your groin, only makes the situation worse. You clear your throat.

"Maybe I should get a towel," you say. You start to get up, but your stiff rod springs free from beneath your hands and you quickly sit back down, your face heating up as you glance at your handmaid.

"Your Majesty has nothing to be embarrassed about," she says, taking the basin of dirty water to the bathroom. You hear her pour it out and the sound of running water. She returns, carrying a steaming bowl of clean water, and a small towel, which she hands to you. You quickly cover your lap with it, although your hard cock makes an obvious bulge beneath the cloth. "If I may ask, Sir," Krandt says, washing your left arm, "why do you hide the gift that the Mother gave you?"

"It doesn't really feel like a gift," you say, frowning. "A gift is not supposed to hurt."

Krandt's hands grow still. "You're right, it's not. Perhaps you need to see a healer. What part of your body is hurting?"