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Chapter 10 - Washing Up
The great gates of Crown's Keep loomed ahead, their familiar towering presence welcoming Jace and Connor after their journey. As they passed through the gates, the bustling city boosted comforting sights and sounds. The streets were alive with merchants peddling their wares and townspeople going about their daily routines. It was a welcome scene after riding for days along the Halsken River.
Their first stop was the Queen's Rest, and Connor breathed a sigh of relief that it was still standing after he had left it in the hands of Bogan, his hapless assistant. The building stood as proud and welcoming as they had left it, its warm lights flickering in the windows. As they dismounted their horses, Bogan burst through the door, his face breaking into a wide, surprised smile.
"Master Connor! Ser Jace! By the gods, you've returned!" Bogan exclaimed, rushing to take their horses' reins. "All's been well here, thanks be. I've kept the hearth warm and the ale flowing! Only broken a few plates here and there, and no kitchen fires!"
Connor clapped Bogan on the back, pleased with the dwarf's stewardship. "It's good to see the inn thriving, Bogan. You've done well."
With the Queen's Rest in good order, Jace and Connor soon made their way towards the royal palace. The guards at the palace gates recognized them immediately and ushered them through with a deference that spoke of their anticipated arrival. At the entrance, they were met by Vazzo, a tall, broad-shouldered guard from the Sandcliffs in the East, known for his loyalty and his discreet manner.
"Ser Jace, Master Connor, welcome," Vazzo greeted them with a formal bow. "The king is presently in council, but he instructed me to ensure your comfort during your wait. Please, follow me to the bathhouse, a place His Majesty had constructed for relaxation and... private entertainment."
As they walked through the opulent corridors of the palace for the first time, Connor was in awe. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the king's recent accomplishments and alliances. Finally, they arrived at the bathhouse, a large, beautifully tiled chamber filled with steam and the sound of trickling water. Huge stone archways acted as windows looking down to the sea below. The ceiling was at least 100 feet above them, and the water was the brightest blue Jace and Connor had ever seen.
"King Nicholas often entertains his closest companions here," Vazzo mentioned casually, as he began to disrobe, revealing his sculpted body marked with the scars of battle. "The waters are rejuvenating, and the king finds that certain...tensions can be eased in these pools."
Jace and Connor exchanged a look, understanding the implication. They disrobed as well, their tired muscles aching for the promised warmth of the waters. As they stepped into the heated pool, the warmth enveloped them, soothing their weary bodies.
Vazzo joined them in the water, his presence commanding yet strangely gentle. He approached Connor first, standing behind him as his large hands started at the shoulders, kneading and massaging with a skill that hinted at more than just training in arms. His touch was firm yet provocative, his fingers lingering along Connor's neck, then moving to his deltoids. Vazzo then reached around Connor and began rubbing his pectorals, grazing his nipples lightly on occasion.
Jace watched from a stone ledge around the pool, his eyes fixed on the interaction. Vazzo's methods were undeniably seductive, his body occasionally brushing against Connor's in ways that were surely no accident. The guard's intentions were clear as his hands moved lower, caressing Connor's sides before slipping subtly beneath the surface of the water.
The atmosphere in the bathhouse thickened with tension and unspoken anticipation. Connor's breathing grew heavier, his body reacting despite the public setting. Vazzo's touch was expert, calculated to arouse and awaken a deep, visceral response. Jace felt a complex blend of emotions as he observed--the warmth of the steam, the sound of the water, and the sight of Vazzo's deliberate seduction playing out before him.
It was now evident to Jace that Vazzo was pumping Connor's cock back and forth under the water. Vazzo had leaned in close, his head nestled in the crook between Connor's neck and shoulder. Connor's eyes were closed, and his head was tilted back, allowing himself to be fully at the mercy of the muscular guard.
Within moments, Vazzo had brought Connor to the point of no return. Jace watched as Connor began thrusting back and forth, meeting Vazzo's motions. The guard moved his free hand up to Connor's chest and pinched a nipple, causing him to moan out in pleasure. Connor shuddered, and Jace knew that he was cumming. He wondered how many loads were spilled into this pool daily. Perhaps that added to its healing properties.
Vazzo turned his gaze to Jace, a sly smile playing on his lips as if inviting him to join. Jace sank further into the pool and waded over to them. He leaned in gently and began to kiss Connor, slowly. Vazzo flashed a knowing smile, as if their kiss had confirmed his suspicions that they were an item.
Connor wrapped his arms around Jace and pulled him in tighter as they embraced. Vazzo moved behind Jace and began giving him a shoulder massage similar to the one Connor had received.
"The good knight is quite tense," Vazzo said, his voice deep and velvety. "The king will want you much more relaxed when he sees you."
"I imagine you're right," Jace replied as he allowed himself to melt into Connor's arms while Vazzo's hands moved lower, down to his back.
"The king told me how you like to find relief," Vazzo said as he began to rub Jace's ass. His strong hands cupped each cheek, squeezing and kneading them. Jace continued to kiss Connor deeply, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving from both men.
"Ooof," Jace moaned as he felt Vazzo slide a finger into his hole.
The guard began to prod him, slowly opening him up before inserting a second finger. Connor moved his lips to Jace's neck, lightly biting and sucking, and Jace leaned his head back to give him better access. Vazzo was now inserting a third finger into Jace's now very open hole, thrusting him back and forth inside him. Jace moaned again, feeling the fullness provided by the guard's large hand.
Jace was overcome with stimulation as Connor's hands were roaming all over his body, moving from his chest to his biceps, then to his cock. He felt Connor's firm grip tighten around his cock and begin to pump back and forth. Jace knew that he wouldn't last long with Connor's and Vazzo's hands working him from both sides. Within moments, he was arching his back and grunting while he shot a massive load underwater, adding to the cum that Connor had already provided to the pool.
"I know you needed that," Connor said as he took Jace's head in his hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Vazzo stepped out of the pool and returned, dressed in a new cloak and carrying large towels for Jace and Connor. Jace had never felt anything so soft on his skin. He patted himself dry, and he and Connor wrapped the towels around their waists.
"Please, allow me to show you to your chambers," Vazzo said, his voice a low purr as he stepped back, allowing Jace and Connor a moment to regain composure. "I will bring you new cloaks and pants shortly. You will want to rest before meeting with King Nicholas in the morning."
As they followed Vazzo out of the bathhouse, still wrapped in the thick towels, Connor's mind replayed the charged moments in the water. Jace remained silent, his thoughts unreadable. They were led to a luxurious chamber, where the comfort of the plush bed promised a respite from the whirlwind of their emotions.
Vazzo left the room, closing the large wooden door behind him. The fire in the corner provided a welcome warmth after the bathhouse, and Jace and Connor dropped the towels onto the floor. After weeks on the road, Jace practically leapt into the bed. His thick, round ass drew Connor's attention. He slid in behind Jace, lightly kissing each cheek before kissing his way up Jace's back and onto his neck. Jace tilted his head, and Connor drew his long hair back, and they again shared a deep kiss.
Jace rolled over and looked up into Connor's eyes. "Tomorrow you will meet the king," he said, trying to gauge Connor's feelings.
"I'm sure he'll be formidable, but I'm more interested in you right now," Connor replied, leaning down to continue their kissing. They stayed like that for some time, with Connor grinding his hard cock against Jace, each man grabbing and squeezing at the other man's muscles. Their moans filled the room as the fire crackled and the sun began to rise outside.
"As much as I'd like to continue," Jace said after quite a while, "I think we better save our energy for Nicholas tomorrow. I don't know what the day will bring."
"Fine," Connor said, almost in a huff. "As you wish, Ser," he said sarcastically as he rolled over. Jace pulled him in close, spooning him from behind.
"Don't be like that, Connor," he said sweetly as he took Connor's hand in his own. "We've been on the road for weeks. We need our rest before we present the egg to the king. He'll likely have a lot of questions for us."
"I know, I know," Connor replied, his normal voice returning. He brought Jace's hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly. "Let's get some sleep. We might as well take advantage of a plush bed in the castle while we have a chance."
As they drifted to sleep, Jace's mind was filled not only with the memory of Vazzo's hands on each of them, but also with anticipation and a slight trepidation of the impending meeting with King Nicholas. The king was, after all, not just a ruler but a significant figure in his past, and now, Connor would meet him, face to face, in just a few hours.