Inspection of the palace guard (Knights Arc)

The first order of business for the Prince was to inspect the state of security of the palace. The time had come for him to see if the discipline of the regulars was being maintained and that all the guard posts were functioning as they should be. The palace guard was after all the final line of defense should the capital be placed under siege. However unlikely that may seem, it was an importantly weekly responsibility that was entrusted to him as one of the knights of the Order. Before he could do so, he needed to find the Captain of the Guard, Sir Jerald, to join him in his inspection. The man was 10 years his senior and an old friend. It would be good to see him again so soon after last weeks revelries at the barracks dining hall, where they shared the attentions of a pair of kindly elven servants who took great interest in their rock hard manhoods. Finding him required Eric to make his way towards the lower floors that would lead him to the mustering fields. The main guard quarters was within a separate building attached to the secondary keep. He maintained a leisurely pace down a hallway leading towards the nearest stairwell. The day was still young, and there not much else to do later in the day.

Before he even reached it, the echoed sounds of pleasured moaning caught his attention. Approaching its source, it was coming from one of the guard post alcoves closeby. Feeling curious as to what these particular guard could be up to, he took the slight detour to investigate. As he was about to pass around the corner, he peered around it and was immediately greeted by a debaucherous sight. There were two guards there, dressed down from their chainmail, pants and arming swords, with two servant girls bent over the table in the middle of the alcove, with skirts hitched up and the guards' peckers pounding them roughly from behind. The rest of their clothing was a disheveled mess, the women's breasts exposed and bouncing with each fevered thrust, and the guards' tunics unbuttoned and unregulated for ease of movement. The group was howling away in pleasured glee, showing no embarrassment or shame in their intense erotic banter, and clearly familiar with each other from the way they addressed each other. Considering the basket of food on the table, the girls might have been sent on a supply run from the kitchen, and things escalated when they met these men who might not have had their morning fix of frolicking with the female guards at the barracks. It was either that or they were simply craving seconds.