Chapter 71. Good Old Days

RHYS

It was day four of the Peace Week and Venus wasn't still talking to me. Well, she was talking to me in public, playing her part as the Lady of Peace so well that nobody would have guessed that we were in disagreement.

In the midst of others, she would wrap a hand around my arm and stick close enough for me to inhale her delicious scent. I had been thrown off when she had no scent but now that she did, I was missing the good old days.

I could not force her to do her official duties because every servant was practically off duty to enable everyone enjoy the festival. I, on the other hand, was dying of blue balls.

No manner of stroking could get my cock up on its own. At night, however, it revived itself and I suffered all alone. Red Streaks had to forgive me or I would die from the many erections I got every night. 

Somehow, my worrying over Venus' rejection helped me think less about what was also bothering me. It was the evening of the fo