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As the last petitioner left the throne room, the young king slumped back into his throne and sighed slightly, although the kingdom of Armeneloss had seen centuries of peace, people were always on edge, always wanting more from their king, assurances, lands, titles, an extra patrol in their fiefdom against animal attacks and of course money. That is what they all really wanted, the peace had turned them greedy and lustful and if money wasn't spent on wars then it should be spent on them.
One of the royal advisors approached the king and bowed gracefully "Your royal majesty, I do not mean to disturb you, but I must make you aware that you have the royal banquet to host soon and you must get ready. Do not forget you have yet to choose a wife and you are coming up to your 21st birthday."
Yazoo smirked at his advisor at the notion of such a thing, if only they knew that finding a wife was the last thing on his agenda. There had been many a ruler without a partner who had done just fine on the throne, he could just adopt a child from the noble class and announce him as heir, but he knew this would not fare well with the upstart nobles of ancient houses that had had too many daughters in hopes they would elevate themselves to a higher title.
Yazoo sat up straighter in the throne and looked into the advisors grey eyes, a much older man, he had served the ruling house of Von Zarovich, for what seemed an eternity and Yazoo had been brought up by this man more than his own father.
"Don't you ever get bored of telling me what to do Erestor?" He asked flatly as he clapped his hands against his thighs and stood up with ease. "Wouldn't you just like a bit of land a small title and to retire? I think Marquis Erestor would suit you."
Erestor raised a disapproving eyebrow as he kept his face straight "I think if you don't hurry up there will be a few Marquis' asking you to retire." He replied as he pointed to the direction of the king's suite of rooms, an off shoot to the throne room so as to escape the public with ease without going around the massive palace to find sanctuary.
On entering the suite Yazoo saw the servants scurrying around the various rooms carrying out various tasks, dusting and carrying items from one room to another.
Before entering the drawing room, he saw a bath being drawn and as he walked past his wardrobe he noticed several outfits being looked at and dismissed by his dress assistants. Yazz shook his head and he continued on to the drawing room, decorated in luxurious deep purples and gold, the cavernous room was dimly lit by candles and Yazoo slumped onto his favourite chaise lounge, as he rested his head a gaggle of servants entered and lit the amazing chandelier above him, crystals of every colour bathed the dark room in light, refracting the shimmers of light on the walls.
Erestor entered after his liege and looked down upon the young king "No time for rest your grace." He said before turning his attention to several of the servants and giving them instructions.
Yazz sat up slowly and bent down to remove his boots, they reached over his trousers and up to just below his knee, without acknowledgment a young servant ran to his liege lord's aid and pulled the boots free. "Thank you, I can do the rest." He said as he shooed the young man away with a wave of his hand before removing his socks exposing his soft marble feet.
Readying himself to move Yazoo undid the clasp on the one shoulder short cape he was wearing, no sooner had it fallen to the floor in a pool of royal blue silk behind him had it been cleared away. He then moved himself to the next room where a hot bath awaited him; Erestor had opted to stand guard outside of the entry as the junior servants were dismissed from the room.
After checking the temperature was acceptable, as he knew it would be, he slowly undressed. His tunic first then the silk shirt underneath, standing at over six feet tall, Yazoo admired his chiselled torso in the mirror to the side of him, the bathroom was well lit with frosted glass windows on the entire wall looking out.
His long, straight, silver hair cascaded down to the middle of his back as he undid the ponytail he had opted for when seeing his petitioners that day. He ran a hand through it before unclasping his belt and letting his trousers drop to the floor, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with the other garments. Double checking the door was closed and that he was alone he finally slid his boxers down and kicked them off into the heaped pile of clothing.
Before sliding into the water, Yazoo took another look at his lithe naked body in the mirror and smiled softly to himself, he knew he had a good slender but toned body, his rippling abs, toned pecs and of course a good length between his legs, uncircumcised with just enough overhang on the head, probably about six inches soft and nine inches hard and nice low hanging balls to match.
He slid into the bath which was like a small marble pool, there was enough room to fit four or five people in at least, but this was just for him. Letting the warm water envelop his body, Yazz submerged his entire body under the water to wet his hair as well and when he returned to the surface he lay on his back floating and looked up to the ceiling as the brilliant light that shone through the frosted panes of glass, bathed his body in a different way.
The young king touched his body, tracing the muscles on his torso and slowly guiding them to their ultimate prize, it was not often Yazz got the privacy to inspect and play with himself like this and he knew as much as he wanted to savour it, he would have to be quick now before Erestor or one of the other servants started to panic that he was going off schedule.
Seizing the opportunity with both hands, one massaging his balls, the other his shaft, it didn't take long for Yazz to get hard and start pumping him cock slowly at first and then more vigorously. As important and powerful Yazz was, he has never seen anyone else naked up to yet so had no reference on these sorts of sexual matters so had had to teach himself in these short intimate moments. The hand that was massaging his balls slowly slid between his legs and his index finger softly massaged his tight virgin hole. It didn't take long after that point for Yazz to arch his back and try to stop his head from going under the water as he supressed a moan of complete euphoria as his load exploded from the end of his cock, splashing in the water and over his body.
Satisfied he coolly sat on the submerged seat in the bath and washed himself, making sure to take extra care of his cock while it was still sensitive he massaged the head and bit his lip gently before finishing the rest of his body before finally getting out of the bath and drying off with a towel which he wrapped around himself before going over to the towel radiator and adorning a fresh pair of boxers and a bath robe in gold. He loosely tied his hair back up and left the bathroom, paying no attention to the disdainful look his advisor gave him.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself, your grace, but we are now behind time and need to catch up." He said as he followed the king into the dressing room.
Yazz glanced back "Most thoroughly as it happens, Erestor." He smirked and continued through.
