Page 139 of A Crown of Lies

“Then yes.” Ieduin buried his head against Rowan’s shoulder. “Yes to everything.”

He wanted Rowan to stand there by that river and hold him forever. Instead, as soon as he agreed, Rowan kissed the top of his head and stepped back, taking his hand. Without a word, he guided Ieduin back to the camp and into the tent. The big table had been taken away, the food cleared. In its place was a big wooden tub full of steaming water. How Rowan had it brought in, and had the water heated, Ieduin didn’t know. He’d stopped asking how Rowan did anything a long time ago.

Rixxis was there in a plain white sleeping gown, sitting in a folding chair with a book open. The chair creaked as she rose when they entered, and she set the book aside, coming to join Rowan at Ieduin’s side. They said nothing as they started undoing the clasps of his armor at the same time.

Ieduin frowned and put a hand over Rixxis’s, giving her a questioning look.

She gave him a smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Let us take care of you for once, you stubborn Cock.”

His hand fell away. He let them undress him, barely being given the opportunity to lift a hand to help. As he shed his clothing, they showered him in soft kisses and gentle caresses. There was a strange lightness to it all, unlike any of their other encounters. No demands, nothing needy or wanting. For the first time, it didn’t feel as if he had to give anything, and they took nothing, giving everything.

Rixxis and Rowan both knelt, and he sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to tell them to get back up. They didn’t belong down there in front of him like that. He should kneel forthem. Rixxis unlaced his boots and carefully removed them along with his socks while Rowan tugged down Ieduin’s pants.

He was hard and aching already, and the ache only got worse when Rowan ran his fingers over him. Ieduin shivered and clenched his fists at his sides. Ieduin started thinking about how he might like to use his newfound freedom, hoping maybe one of them would put their lips on him, but they seemed to have other ideas. All they did was undress him, kissing him everywhere.

When he was naked, they stood as one, taking his hands and guiding him carefully into the bath. He sat, and they began to bathe him.

It was a pleasure of a different kind, the way they drew the soft, soapy cloths over his skin, washing away miles of sweat and dirt. The hot water in the tub soothed every ache, and their occasional, gentle kisses chased away the lingering doubts and fears. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of the delicate touches, the washcloths moving over his skin, settling into the euphoria of being touched, this time without the expectation of reciprocity.

Slowly but surely, he began to sink into the familiar deep place he could usually only get to through pain. Every sense became heightened, and he had the strangest sensation of floating, and that the only parts of him that existed were where he was being touched. It was almost dream like. His head was certainly cloudy, as if he were dreaming, his body heavy and light at the same time. Maybe he was asleep, and this was a dream full of phantom touches.

Those phantom touches slowly became more insistent, the texture of them shifting from the soft surface of cloth to firm fingers kneading at his body. His conscious mind knew that there were only two of them, but it somehow seemed as if there were six hands and not four. They were touching him everywhere all at once, the sensation almost too much to bear, and yet not enough.

A hand touched his jaw, moved his head one way and Rowan’s familiar lips were on his, tongue delving in to explore his mouth. Another hand turned his face the other way, and he found Rixxis’s soft lips there. He drank in the feel of her, the taste of her, so selfishly. Gods above, how he’d missed her kisses these last few days.

He gasped slightly in surprise as powerful arms lifted his legs from the bath and the chill hit him. His eyes snapped open, and he tried desperately to make sense of what was happening. Rowan was washing his feet. Rowan waskissinghis feet. His heart twisted at the unexpected gesture of submission from Rowan, of all people. It might have meant nothing to anyone else, but for them… Even such a small act had incredibly deep meaning. He never would’ve done it for anyone else, and Ieduin knew that.

Rixxis drew his lips back to hers while Rowan took his time, washing his feet and legs, treating him like aking. Not the king of whores, or the king of forbidden pleasures, or some other pretend title that he’d had to make up to feel powerful, but a proper king.

When Rowan was finished, Rixxis lifted him from the tub. The air was cold, but he didn’t have to endure it long before Rowan brought a thick robe to drape over his shoulders to keep him warm while they both worked to towel him off.

Rixxis kissed him again, deeper and hungrier than before, making his breath catch in his throat. She ran her fingers over the piercings in his nipples, swallowing his pleasured groans while Rowan kissed his way down Ieduin’s body. His knees nearly buckled when Rowan kissed the head of his cock. Ieduin dug his fingers into Rixxis’s shoulders, holding himself up as he panted and broke away from her heated kisses to look down.

It was a mesmerizing thing to watch Rowan on his knees, showering him with teasing licks and kisses. A moan escaped him as Rowan pulled him between his lips and suckedhard. Ieduin clenched his eyes shut tightly against the onslaught of intense pain and pleasure from the sudden increase in pressure.

When Rowan finally released him, he staggered, panting, half falling into Rixxis’s arms, cock aching.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she said to Rowan with a small chuckle. “You have to torture him.”

Rowan smirked and stood, pulling them both toward the bed set up at the rear of the tent. “I am what I am, and I’ll never change.”

“I don’t want you to,” Ieduin said, cupping Rowan’s cheek.

Rixxis sat on the bed and pulled her nightgown over her head while he and Rowan shared a passionate kiss. Rowan quickly shed his clothing with Ieduin’s help. As he kicked off his pants, Rowan took Ieduin’s hand and guided it to his cock, wrapping his hand around it. Gods, he was so thick, so right in Ieduin’s hand, and he felt perfect in Rowan’s hands. Rowan got a container of some sort of cream or lotion that Ieduin didn’t recognize, but when he spread it over Ieduin’s cock, it left behind a warm, tingling sensation that felt amazing.

They stroked each other, kissing and touching until Ieduin was dizzy and had to pull away for air.

Rowan held him by the back of the head with one hand, the other still moving around Ieduin’s cock with a tight grip. “I want to fuck you while you’re inside of her,” Rowan whispered into his ear. “I want to be inside of you while you cum inside of her.”

“Gods, yes,” he groaned. He’d wanted that too, dreamt of it, fantasized about it longer than he wanted to admit.

They went to the bed and sat, Rowan still peppering him with kisses, even as Rixxis pulled him away from Rowan. She leaned back, tugging him along with her so that he was on top of her. His heart fluttered, looking down at her. The most beautiful woman in the world, a warrior goddess, the epitome of feminine strength and power. The ache he felt to be with her was more than physical desire. He needed her to love him, needed her to want him like he wanted her, needed it like he needed his next breath.

There were no words as she pulled him to her, their bodies touching almost everywhere. He kissed her neck, took her hands, and moved them above her head. His mouth found a nipple, and he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently. Her body drew up around him, back arching, lips parting to let out a desperate cry.

Rowan kissed his back, traced fingers over his ribs until it gave him goosebumps and his cock ached to be sheathed in her warmth, and the rest of him ached for Rowan to take him. He belonged to them, with them. Nothing else mattered but that.

Ieduin slid his fingers down, slipping them between her folds and catching her gasp with a kiss. So wet… He was torn for a moment between dipping his tongue into that soft wetness to taste her again, and going straight for what Rowan had suggested. She bucked against his touch when he found the right spot, and shuddered deliciously when he gave it a long, firm stroke with his finger.

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