The knight primarily went to the bathhouse to mend the excruciating pain in his back. The male physician had finished putting hot cups on his skin. Now he said he needed to draw the blood from his skin. The knight was not scared of being wounded by swords or arrows. They were part of his sacrifice in this grueling crusade. What he did not like was to be an object of a study. He did not trust these physicians much, but the king did. And with what transpired on that day, he did not regret obliging.

He liked going to the bathhouse after a grueling campaign, though. It gave him the time that he needed to purify himself from the dirt, blood, and sins of war.

So, even with a bit of reluctance, he went through the motion of stepping into the bathhouse's entrance with his squire, just a few blocks away from the castle. The brick depository welcomed his sword and helmet. An attendant bowed and escorted them to the changing room. He stripped his heavy garments and entrusted them to the care of his squire.

Fully naked, the knight then walked to the adjacent room. It had been two years since he had seen the flaying hall. It was dimly lit but warm enough to soothe the tired guests' muscles. To his surprise, the room had more men than he expected. He knew why. This bathhouse now employed female attendants who prepared the water infused with oils and the birch branch used by the bader on the guests. When this change started, he had no clue.

"Now this is interesting," the knight thought.

The usual chatter about politics and war was still there, but the voices of women gently responding to their guests' jokes were instantly recognizable. Standing and looking for the empty iron tub, he moved his head from side to side and rolled his shoulders. He muttered a slight groan. There was a stabbing ache in his lower back. He found his tub and sat on a wooden seat on its edge, eager to know more about this surprise.

Immediately, two female attendants approached him, each carrying wooden basins. They gently smiled as they met his gaze and quickly bowed to him. One of them, a lovely curvy one, handed him red wine, which he gladly sipped. They both had their black hair up, and their sheer dresses exposed their bare backs as they kneeled to prepare the aromatic infusion. The slender one on his left mixed the herbs and oil into the warm water in the first basin.

"Shall we ease your muscles, our Lord?" asked the beautiful attendant to his right. This curvy woman's beautiful smile gave him shivers. He liked her cheekbones and her plump pink lips.

"Please!"

As the senior servant, the curvy servant gave a signaling look to the other servant, and they began the cleansing ritual.

The knight closed his eyes. He began to imagine that these angelic women were in his private bath, ready to please him. It was not chivalrous to take the servants publicly. So all he could do for now was to drift into a daydream.

A blend of steamed rosemary and lavender rose in humid air, mingling with the wood smoke of the heated stones. Beeswax candles flickered, catching the sheen on the knight’s damp chest. He was seated on the edge of his warm tub, and the servant with brown almond eyes and slender arms was in the water, gently massaging his feet.

Both of these servants' hands moved the scrubs onto his skin with care, but their erect nipples could not hide their excitement of touching his body. So he felt his nerves more alive than the last time he fought in a battle. Their eyes were grazing on his skin, determined to remove all dirt from his long journey.

The servant with bigger breasts stood on his side now so she could scrub his arms and back. From his back, she scrubbed his big, hairy chest. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back, and immediately, the knight could feel his pulse rise and his cock harden.

Seeing this excitement, the servant seated in front of him smiled, and so she used her own hands to give her master a kneading massage on his thighs and the side of his hips. He opened his legs some more, urging her to go on, as the woman on his back put more pressure on the way she massaged his chest, even hugging him closer to her body. They heard him groan a few times.

The warmth in his body was becoming more intense. He could not be chivalrous anymore. So the handsome knight held the head of the servant in the water. And she gladly leaned towards his cock, standing, he ordered her to pay respects. She stroked his balls, then his cock gently. She washed them with her fingers, playing like how she would play with a flute first, then how she would polish a rail—her hands caressing his shaft up and down. She looked into his eyes and opened her mouth. Her tongue tasted the tip of his cock, and oh, how he groaned louder. He could not remember the last time he was pleased like this.

The servant on his back continued to massage his chest and arms. Now his hands found the clasp of her dress and undid it. Her linen dress fell onto the floor. She was so aroused that she kissed his nape, his shoulders, his neck, and his ears, whispering her thanks to him for being their city's savior. He moved her to his side so he could grope her breasts; now they were getting bigger and heavier in his hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, and he liked how she responded to the magic of his fingers, twisting her brown nipples.

He moved his right hand towards her tummy as they kissed, then it slid into her already dripping pussy. The slender servant servicing his cock was doing a good blow job while she gripped his hip and thigh even more, his left hand on her head pressing it closer to his manhood. The curvy servant kissing him made his tongue dance with hers passionately. Their rhythm was likened to a paganistic ritual—intense, raw, but beautiful. Moans filled the chamber, now getting warmer and warmer.

The curvy servant broke the kiss and touched her master's face. She then moved into the water, leading him to slide down the lower part of the tub. The slender servant knew the eye contact that her senior gave her, so she quickly stood and stayed beside the tub. Even if the tub was small, his servants knew exactly how to please him further. The knight looked intently at how they moved. The curvy one now straddled him and rode his throbbing cock while the slender one on his side put his right middle finger into her soaking pussy.

The ride was like a tantric dance. The curvy woman circularly moved her hips as he thrust faster and faster. His cock and his finger were moving in one rhythm as these servants convulsed into the pleasure that he was giving them. The slender woman came first; her cum was hotter than the water in the tub.

On the other hand, the curvy woman gave the handsome knight the best ride of his life. Now with both hands free, he cupped her beautiful, big breasts as she danced on top of him. More water spilled on the floor. He held her tender waist so she could gyrate even more. She screamed when he gave her full thrusts over and over again. She could feel him reach deeper into her core, hitting her most sensitive spot like a huge hammer breaking a castle's gate. With panting and lots of kissing, the knight and the beautiful, curvy servant climaxed together, tightening their embrace. The knight could feel the curvy woman's slimy cum mixed into the water, now almost gone in that tub.

The younger servant's jaw dropped. Just a few seconds after he collapsed with the curvy servant, she saw that the knight stroked her pussy again and urged her to do a second act.

"My Lord?"

The knight snapped out of his dream.

"It is time for your flaying."