Anan’s POV

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I needed to cum.

I needed to fuck. Or, preferably, be fucked. 

But I'd take anything I could get right now. 

My cock was hard and aching. The curse had hit me hard in the stupid solitary cell they placed me. I sat on the cold floor with my back against the wall. My hands were free, but I couldn't touch myself. If I did, the guards might hear. 

I didn't care about that, but thinking of the fact that the ache wouldn't stop if I stroked my cock, I decided against it. The need burned through me. I kept shifting my hips, but it did not...