Chapter 1: The Joyful House of Healing
Som had managed to find the address with relative ease, the soft fragrance filling the streets of the Goblet before the establishment, loosely dressed and wiping the few beads of sweat that ran down his face. Taking a final look he finally trudged up to the Joyful House. A reccomended Healing clinic and Spa, taking a few final moments he looked around outside, taking in the calming scenry before he knocked on the door, letting out a heavy sigh as the cool shade finally hit him.
The heavy oak door swings inward before Somnus' knuckles can make contact a second time. It's a marked difference between the scorching, late autumn sun of Thanalan to the cool, dim interior. The scents that waft out are a complex, soothing blend of sandalwood, lavender, and something subtly spicy, overlaying the clean smells of stone and water.
Zhalar fills the doorway, not blocking it, but radiating a presence that commands the space. He is shirtless, his broad, muscular chest and defined abdomen on full display. Sweat glistens faintly on his swarthy skin, catching the bright sun shining through the windows, highlighting the powerful lines of his shoulders and making the rainbow henna decorating his hirsute body stand out in brilliant hues against his swarthy skin.
"Ah! Hello. I'm Somnus. I have an appointment today. Full body service." The towering Xaela smiles, bringing out a sheet of paper he brought with him. His clothing showing off the beads of sweat that had clung to it, trickling down his body till they found an opening to escape. There was a slight scent to him. Slightly of Iron yet a deep hidden note of Chestnut.
Smiling he waited at the doorstep, letter extended.
"Aiee... I forgot!" Zhalar apologizes with a sheepish grin, stepping back and giving the Xaela a small bow while extending his arm in invitation. "I do not normal have appointments on weekends," he explains with a chuckle, an exotic accent flavoring his words. "Afternoon work out," he further clarifies, nodding his head toward the weight bench and rack of dumbells set up on a bright pink mat in the corner by the stairs. Taking the letter, he peruses it for a moment then nods with a bright smile. "Full body massage," he confirms with a nod. "You decide which one you want?"
The Highlander seems completely at ease in his skin, not at all embarrassed to be inviting a client inside while wearing nothing but clinging, bright pink with rainbows, and barely there, swimwear. There's no mistaking the sizeable bulge in the silky smooth material.
"I'll take it all. Got the gil here for you" He grins, taking a sizeable pouch near his waist, his own bulge swinging in response, hanging low against the well worn fabric, the edges looking as if they would snap at any day. "Should be enough to cover everything and a tip. Let me know if I'm short"
He looked at the workout gear and let out a whistle. "Looks good! I must have to update mine at some point soon." He takes off the sheer outerwear, his body on full display as ebon scales adorned and lined muscles, pecs and his torso. An inviting trail of them leading to that bulge, a small path of hair growing from there. Clearly the man had shaved a few days before.
Zhalar's bright aquamarine eyes darken with hunger as he looks over Somnus. But the man is a professional and he gives the Xaela who towers over him by a fulm an easy smile. "Comecome," he invites again, closing the front door then sauntering toward the stairs leading to the basement. Every move he makes is graceful, almost rhythmic, like the man is nearly dancing to music only he can hear. He's just as impressive from the rear view—muscle, bone, and sinew sliding smoothly beneath his skin. Most striking is a beautiful, blue mhendi lotus flower dominating his back.
The Hyur leads Somnus downstairs to the spa, trying to surreptitiously adjust the front of his swimsuit. The handsome Xaela is having quite an effect upon the man, his confined cock and balls tingling with an impending erection and his dark nipples drawing up into sharp points. Desire curls in his belly but Zhalar is determined to do his job with friendly, polite courtesy.
Somnus followed quietly, taking note of the establishment as he let out low whistles and sounds of admiration. The entire building was built and constructed to be the very pinnacle of peace and serenity, each decoration and adornment radiating an aura of tranquillity.
He looked at Zhalar in front of him, taking stock of his form and figure, entranced by the rhythmic movement of his hips, the way his form flowed, bounced and bounded with each step, sometimes he could even peek his own low hanging fruit when he would sidestep, the swimwear barely leaving room for what joys could await.
Once downstairs, Zhalar motions to the men's changing room. "You can undress there. Towels inside. You can put clothes in drawer of dresser." He gestures to a red curtain and further explains, "Massage table in there." With a warm smile, he bows his head then slips through the curtain to await Somnus.
Nodding, Somnus slips into the room, head lowering as he steps into it. Letting out a small sigh he looks over the neat room. "Hmm, barely big enough for me" He chuckles to himself.
He undresses soon enough though, leaving everything neatly tucked into the drawer as he wraps a few towels around his lower half. "Still not enough to fully cover it seems..." He groans, watching the last few inches of his shafts peak out, thick dark heads humming with life.
Coming out he slips past the red curtains greeting the Hyur. "All ready."
Zhalar's gaze lingers hungrily on the twin shafts peeking from Somnus's towel, his aquamarine eyes darkening again with raw lust as he swallows hard. Need shoots straight to his groin and he fervently hopes Somnus doesn't notice the bulge growing between his legs. There's not much to that little swimsuit he's wearing, and things are starting to get too tight for comfort. "Please disrobe completely and lie face down on the table," he manages, voice thick with desire as he gestures toward the massive Roegadyn-sized slab. The wood is painted crimson, with a padded surface and a flexible shower hose on one side. A bottle sits on one corner and steam rises gently from the heated cabinets built into the table.
It doesn't take Somnus long to drop the towels, thick bulging cocks swaying in the heat, veins visible and thick, complimenting the monster shaft they accompanied. He looked once more at Zhalar, replying with a gulp as he laid on the table, cocks already finding a convenient hole to slide into, swinging out under the table soon enough, his broad shoulders and toned back out in the open, scales even decorating them, each one seemingly placed to accentuate any features that could be found attractive
Zhalar scoops a smooth, searing river stone from the heated cabinet, its warmth radiating against his palm as he oils it then begins smoothing it in slow, firm circles over the ridges and valleys of Somnus's scaled shoulder blades. The rhythmic glide of the stone, the sight of Somnus's powerful body yielding beneath his touch, and the musky scent of the man filling the steamy air makes the tight silk of Zhalar's swimsuit strain obscenely tighter, his cock swelling into a rigid, throbbing line that tents the vibrant fabric, demanding attention he can't give. A silent litany of remaining professional runs through his head as he hopes Somnus won't take note of his growing erection.
Unknowingly teasing the Highlander, Somnus lets out a moan, body relaxing under his touch as he feels himself begin to relax, heavy breaths escaping him as he feels the warmth of the stone spread through him. His own cocks would grow harder, the relaxing environment letting his instincts run loose. He turned his head, eyes closed but mere inches from the growing tent. Feeling the radiating heat from the impressive shaft.
Zhalar's hands begin to wander lower, gliding the oiled stone over Somnus's broad back, loving how the Xaela's muscles ripple beneath his touch. His eyes can't help but stray to the thick, dark cocks that lay on the table between Somnus' thighs, slowly growing and swelling. He licks his lips, trying to remain focused on the task at hand, but his desire is growing harder to ignore. The Highlander's long, thick cock is now rock hard, making an obscene outline in his swimsuit, throbbing with need.
He continues to massage Somnus, the heated stone slipping across the Xaela's glutes, Zhalar's eyes flicking up to admire the other man as he relaxes, the softening lines of the Xaela's face. But as he moves the stone to brush over his powerful thigh, Zhalar's hand accidentally brushes against one massively thick, dark cock that lays on the table. It's a simple touch, a brief, almost imperceptible contact, but it sends a jolt of raw heat through Zhalar and he freezes, his eyes widening as he feels the stone slip from his fingers, clattering to the floor. "Sosorry," the Hyur murmurs, turning to bend over to retrieve the stone.
The spreading heat only serves to disarm Somnus more. Cocks now leaking profusely, his body is almost jumping to meet Zhalar's touch. His face had moved once more, now perched right below the throbbing cock, mouth slightly agape.
Feeling the brush against his cock was a surprise but not unwelcome. A rather loud moan escapes him as the masseuse apologized. His hips would move slightly, grinding against the table a little "S'all good" He murmurs.
Zhalar shivers, the smell of sex in the air as he drinks in the sight of Somnus' cocks dripping and pulsing with need. He's trying to focus, and not wince as he bends down to get a fresh hot stone. Once more he oils it then, starting at the small of the Xaela's back, works down, moving with the flow of blood toward the extremities. His hungry gaze remains fixed on those massive dicks, though. Fantasies play through the man's head as he works through familiar rhythms, making his cock throb and ache even more. Unconsciously, he rubs against the edge of the table, instinctively seeking some sort of contact, some hope of release.
Somnus doesn't help at all, moaning and groaning as Zhalar's hands run across his back, stretching himself out and even grinding against the table at times, his face a picture of pure bliss and pleasure. "Gods... You're amazing you know?" He mummers. "I'll have to take you to a private sauna as an extra thank you" His legs spread slightly, giving a better view of his package, and even a glimpse at the edges of his hole, the clearly vertical slit well used.
Zhalar swallows hard again, and can't help but lick his lips. His imagination is running wild, thinking about Somnus's cocks pounding into him, all that thick hot cum filling his insides. He can feel his cock leaking, the dark stain spreading along the outside of his colorful swimsuit. "I... I think you would like that," he manages, voice strained as he works his way down the Xaela's powerful thighs, rubbing the heated stone across the tense muscles.
His own thighs are quivering, his body aching with need, cock throbbing painfully. He's trying to keep control, but it's getting harder and harder, especially with the delicious scent of Somnus's arousal filling the air.
Sonny’s let's out another loud moan, his legs spreading much more this time, clearly showing off his package now. His muscles tense and relax, eyes rolling as a satisfied smile plasters across his face. "God's you are amazing! What else can you do?" He asks. His own cocks had began to leak, the heavy flow quickly coating the table as it pooled between his thighs, the slight thumping of his masts hitting the table with each spurt, his own thighs shaking as he became more aroused.
Zhalar's breath hitches as he sees the thick liquid flowing from those massive cocks. It's too much—he can't take it anymore. He places the heated stone on the table and stands up, his body trembling with need. He groans, eyes locked on Somnus's hungry, leaking lengths. He grabs the waistband of his swimsuit, pulling it down and freeing his throbbing, aching cock. It springs out, a dark, purplish monster that's thick and veiny, the head peeking out of his foreskin glistening with pre-cum.
Zhalar's balls are heavy and full, drawn up tight against his body, as if they're begging to be emptied. The Hyur's eyes are feverishly bright, his chest heaving as he looks down at Somnus's massive, dripping cocks. He can't hold back any longer. "Aiee… you are huge," he breathes, his voice husky with lust as he climbs onto the table, straddling the Xaela's hips. His cock bobs heavily between them, leaving a trail of pre-cum on Somnus's lower back.
It takes the Xaeka a moment to realise what's going on, but once he does he makes no effort to stop it. Raising his hips he lets the heavy cock slip between his cheeks, grinding against it as the puddle of precum clings to his skin. "You think so?" He questions, still moving his hips "You're pretty big yourself,” a reply that leaves Somnus drooling.
The warm pool of precum that coats his back only coats him more, his scales shining against the soft lights, his tail thumping agaisnt the table.
Grinning, Zhalar rocks his hips in slow, languid motions, hotdogging Somnus’ firm ass, gliding smoothly with the combined precum and massage oil. He leans down, hairy chest pressing against the other man’s back, enjoying the rough texture of the scales against his skin. His lips seek out Somnus’ left horn, playing gently over the sensitive surface. The Hyur can't suppress the moan that escapes him as the Xaela's hips roll against him, grinding Zhalar’s thick cock. His hands slide up Somnus's sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his touch. "You feel amazing," he breathes against the horn, his lips brushing over the sensitive point.
Of course, Somnus’ tail thumping the table gives Zhalar *ideas.* Straightening up, he wraps his hand around the base of the Xaela’s tail and pulls it up, leering at the sight of the other man’s beckoning hole. “Mmm, beautiful,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust and desire. His other hand grips his cock, lining it up with Somnus’s entrance. “You ready for these?” he asks, his voice a low growl as he presses the head of his cock against the other man’s sphincter.
Somnus' puckered hole winks at the thought, opening just a little to show the expanse before Zhalar, hips now moving more intentionally, making sure it rubbed along the shaft, pressing himself against the large head without letting it slip in.
A shiver passes along his back, his breath caught as he replies "And so do you..." He stretches out fully now, his hands going to plant themselves on each cheek, digging in as he began to spread them, looking back with a mischievous grin. "If I can still walk I want a refund," knowing full well what he was inviting with the already sizeable package before him.
Zhalar gives a wicked chuckle, his cockhead already slick with precum and the massage oil. "No worries, I will make sure you earn it." He leans down, a hand on Somnus's hip, the other guiding his thick shaft as it pushes into the Xaela's willing hole. He hisses through his teeth as he slides in, feeling the Xaela's muscles clenching around him like a hot, wet glove. "Aiee... tight," he groans, his hips rolling slightly as he works himself deeper. His angle shifts as he straightens up, giving him deeper access.
A low groan rumbles in the Highlander's chest as he begins to move, his hips rocking in slow, deliberate thrusts that allow Somnus to feel every ilm of his fat cock. "You want it harder?" he growls, voice low and husky, his aquamarine eyes locked onto the other man's.
Somnus doesnt respond with words, but his body, legs spreading even more, dangling off the edges of the table as he lifted his hips, letting Zhalar see just how much he craved the treatment, hands stretched out to grip the edge, bracing himself for a rough treatment. "You can go way harder than that big boy…" he teases rolling his hips so he can feel the growing log inside him stretch him out.
The Xaeka keeps this up this for a while, letting Zhalar stretch him out and reach deeper, hands eventually letting go of the table as he comes to grip his own plush mounds, spreading them just so the Highlander can see the devastation he is causing, hole quivering as it sucks and tightens at each movement.
A filthy grin spreads across Zhalar's face as he sees the mess he's making of Somnus. "Fuck," he growls, his hips slamming into the Xaela harder, faster, fucking him with abandon. "You are such a dirty slut. Look at you, spreading these thick thighs, showing off these hole for me to fuck." He leans over, his chest hair brushing against Somnus's back, his lips seeking out the other man's neck, biting and sucking with feral intensity, not caring either way whether scales or skin; both have their appeal.
The scaled man finally let his voice ring out as a deep moan escaped him, the soft lips caressing his neck left him shaking, instinctively pushing in the fat tip into his hole, unable to hold himself back anymore, puckered hole and legs spreading to let him slide in. "G-Gods... I may have needed this massage... But I need this even more!" He let out in a heavy sigh, sinking his chest into the table as he let his mind wander, tongue sliding out as his eyes rolled back.
He made sure Zhalar didn't leave the nook of his neck, keeping him there as he stuffed himself full, the monstrous shaft seeming to never end. "Gods just how big are you?" Eyes rolling another whine escaped him, the first few splatters of precum hitting the floor now sounding in the hot air between them.
Quiet huffs and grunts escape Zhalar as he moves in time with Somnus. He groans at the feel of the Xaela's hole clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft. "Big enough to make you scream," he growls, his voice rough with need. His hips snap forward with each thrust, his cock driving deep into Somnus, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the steamy air. The Highlander's hands grip the Xaela's hips, fingers digging into the thick muscle, pulling him back to meet each thrust with a force that makes the table shake. "You feel so fucking good," he hisses, his voice thick with lust as his hot breath caresses the Xaela's left horn.
"I-I'm not screaming yet!” Somnus teases, ass rising to meet the heavy hits against him, each time Zhalar pulled away his own cocks would ready a jet of precum, shooting it out as the man dug about inside him.
His arms stretched out trying to hold the table steady as he lifted his upper half, his chest slick with sweat, beading and streaming between the large mountains of flesh, thick nipples standing out, the buds clearly used to being roughly played with.
Zhalar continues to pound into Somnus, his hefty shaft ramrodding in and out of the Xaela’s ass with sloppy, wet squelches as his own heavy precut oozes out around his cock with every powerful thrust into that willing hole he’s abusing. The Hyur’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into Somnus’ hips hard enough to bruise as he fucks him with a feral intensity, his hips slamming forward with brutal force. The table creaks under their combined weight, the wood groaning in protest as the two men fuck like animals, lost in their own world of pleasure.
"Fuck, you’re taking it so well," Zhalar growls, his voice thick with lust as he leans down, his chest hair brushing against Somnus’ back. His lips find the Xaela’s neck again, biting and sucking with rough hunger, leaving dark marks on the scaled flesh.
Somnus found it hard to breathe or even move, too busy moaning and drooling over the table as he felt himself stretched and forced to take the impressive shaft. The sloppy wet sounds met with the visible bounce and jiggle with each thrust, thick strands of precum covering his dark skin, covering his scales and giving them a sheen.
Feeling the thick bush of hair brush against him sent a shiver down him, a weak and shaky whimper coming from him. "F-Fuck... D-Dont stop..." He managed to say, whimpering as he began fully throwing himself back against each thrust, his own cocks shooting out on the floor, a thick layer of juices coating the floor.