The Washroom, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 540 B.C...
Aching muscles would once more see to their restoration as Lycidas ventured into the washroom of his home and was looked after by the young maidens who had volunteered to be of service to his pregnant wife and household after becoming old enough to work on their own. They drew his bath with various large bowls of water heated via a furnace and poured into the bathing tub, a stone-carved thing that allowed one to wash without the risk of flooding and springing a leak. There were a bit of Roman and Greek-inspired customs that littered the kingdom of Medina and a hot bath as well as working aqueducts and various aspects of renowned irrigation techniques for farming and fishing that revolutionized their way of life constantly.
The conquering hero took off his armor and sheathed his blade placing it in the care of his servants as he stood before the young lasses as naked as the day he was born while they tried their hardest not to appear in the least fascinated by how handsome he'd been or as intimidated by the massive size of his cock once it had been free to dangle about his knees. He smirked at the more innocent of the servants due to their cheeks turning red and their hands trembling as they attempted to focus on any other task at hand to keep from staring at his cock.
Lycidas climbed into the stone tub which was an impressive size due to its status and was built to the general's specific recommendations of being capable of fitting three grown men in the bath at once should the need arise for more than one member of the house to take a bath. It was a surprising change, but one that was met with gusto from the carvers. At the moment the exhausted hero sat along a stone-carved bench that kept his body in an upright position while he relaxed amid the heated water with tension melting away in mere moments of sitting down.
Some of the blood, sweat, and dirt had already rolled off his body leaving him glistening via the wetness, and his long dark locks soaked as they stuck to his shoulders before he slicked them back and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth and comfort of his bath.
He had not been alone long as he was soon treated to the sight of his pregnant wife making her way into the bath as she slipped out of her robes and climbed into the tub. Lycidas assisted her as she moved toward the stone seat beside him unable to get passed her vibrant beauty as she relaxed in the warm water as well. Her breasts were much bigger as a result of the pregnancy and rather inviting which caused him to lick his lips in response to an impulsive need that only she brought out in him.
Lady Mira had noticed the flicker of desire behind her newly returned husband's eyes and found herself thinking along the same lines as she turned toward her servants while attempting to remain as in control of her emotional desires as possible while they had an audience.
"Leave u," she instructed the servants as they all fled out the door of the washroom leaving the reunited couple to their own devices.
Lycidas smiled scooting his body closer to her as she let her hand trail down his water-slick chest and down to his free-floating cock. He let out a groan when she wrapped her warm hand around it stroking him along with the heated water as he moved to kiss her. It had been a very long six months since the two of them shared an intimate moment and despite their task to be ready for the upcoming feast, neither of them was going to forgo their mutual passion anytime soon.
A hiss escaped the lips of Lycidas as his wife straddled his lap with her back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around her body. She let out a deep moan once she felt the familiar intrusion of his cock as she had six months prior when he last took her to bed before heading out to wage war in defense of Medina.
The slow churning of the waters that surrounded them seemed to make it all the easier for the two of them to enjoy their act as it provided ample lubrication and drowned out the noises that came from their manner of flesh slapping against flesh as his pelvic thrusts became more frequent and deliberate.
Mira bit her bottom lips as she leaned her head back against her husband's chest enjoying the sensation of being filled and the passion she and her husband each still held for one another. Lycidas kissed her neck once more before he began nibbling at the slick flesh as he continued to grip her and drive his pulsing cock into her warmth aided by the water that surrounded them and the sweet enticement of his wife.
Outside the door, some of the maidens were holding in giggles as they each whispered about what was possibly going on in the large washtub and how the wife of the most prominent general in Medina seemed to be pregnant quite often. There was a bit of jealousy in the fact that Lycidas didn't seem to have an interest in any of the women who had been from his city and culture, but he'd gone out of his way to bring home a bride he rescued while out on a campaign in a bid to conquer enemy lands to fortify the might of Medina.
Lady Mira was a foreign woman from lands unknown, but he saw fit to bed her and give her children who would one day be heirs to the kingdom. Another reason for their ire was that she'd been of a particular shade and as a result stood out among the other citizens of Medina. It was vastly difficult to compete for attention or suitable matches when Lady Mira was the most exotic and brilliant woman in all the land aside from Queen Maeva herself who had been of barbarian origin with vibrant red hair.
Still listening inside the washroom, the maidens were privy to the intensity of the coupling between their master and lady of the house.
Lycidas grunted as he continued to thrust his cock into the warmth of his loving wife as she clung to him in the bathtub. His eyes blazed with desire so long denied that he hardly could contain himself as he gripped her shapely hips and continued to plant frequent kisses along her exposed bronze-hued shoulder.
If she had not already been with child, there was a chance she would have been this night as Lycidas felt the intense pulling of his release as both of them howled in the wake of it panting and clinging to each other as more wet and hurried kisses saw to them coming to their senses after the fog of lust that fell between them had been lifted.
So many nights he had dreamed of the day he'd see her again and here it was. Still panting from their efforts, Lycidas and Mira set to work getting themselves presentable for the feast. Once he let her go, Mira took a bar of animal fat and soaped her husband's back and shoulders kissing him on the lips as she did, and began to wash him herself in a bid to rid him of the filth that lingered from his days in battle.
For the first time in a long time, Lycidas had to admit to himself that he'd been looking forward to the feast even though he had not been for much fanfare in the past. His victory on the battlefield would be spoken of for ages to come and it was something of an accomplishment due to whom the battle had been against.
He could still see the lifeless eyes of the fiendish brute who had possibly slaughtered his way through many a village, city, and family as he and his ilk attempted to conquer the lands before them as if rising to some sort of challenge. Lycidas had not liked the idea of some brute believing they were owed the privilege of destroying lives simply because they had the element of surprise or used overwhelming force.
There was no honor in slaughter only death and sadness.