Bloodbath

His muscles roll in the pool. Tension riddles his body and he has no wine to end the night with. The prince is to set off soon. Khusobek will have to watch over the King and Pharaoh alone. They will begin a new set of expansion that will carve their names into those lesser than them. Water moves over him.

The mans shoulders continue to roll. Tight-jawed. He intends to ease this before morning. 

"@Nuri, massage me."
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 “Of course, my Lord,” the coyote’s croon was vinous despite the dry offerings of Akashingo. She dipped her paws first into the warming waters, heating them lightly before grazing the coarse muscles across the kingsguard’s broad neck.
 “Yuh work hard, Mesen-ka,” she purled for his ear, edging her paws in the space between honed shoulder blades. “The consort's a fortunate man,” Nuri's voice slicked softly. And she, too, a lucky woman by proximity.

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