Damon

Dareios grinned as he watched the rider’s scarlet cloak flap slightly in the light breeze, the garment hung over the arrived man’s shoulders to leave his muscular, naked abdomen revealed.
This man was no stranger to Dareios, this man was family: it was Damon, a fellow templar of the City Guard, and Dareios’ cousin.

As their sibling mothers had both been priestesses of Klyra, both of the men had been raised by the city to be soldiers.
Damon shared Dareios impressive stature and build, and had the same type of chiselled face, but the olive tone of his skin and the charcoal-colour of his eyes were statements to the fact that his father had been an Arakian.

Apart from the scarlet cloak, Damon was clad in nothing more than a pair of sandals and a white codpiece, held up by a thin string that was tied around his waist, and the way in which the simple pouch bulged outwards implied that he had been blessed by Teitum much in the same way as Dareios had been.

“Damon, what are you doing here!?” Dareios called out, with a smile, while Faye and Kyla stared at the man’s ripped stomach, bulging pecks and promising crotch.
“Cousin!” Damon replied, sounding much pleased to see Dareios, “I’ve been looking for you.”
Before Dareios could query as to why Damon had set out to find him, Faye chirped in with a “Cousin?”

“Oh, I’d say that they’re related by blood alright.” Now it was Galiana’s turn to cut in, the senior priestess having managed to clear her eyes of cum, speaking as she placed one hand on top of Damon’s semi-hard cock, rubbing her palm against it while fondling it with her fingers.
Dareios chuckled at how his cousin’s eyes went wide at the light touch of Galiana’s hand on his member, the darker man tensing up as blood began to flow to his crotch.

“I’m afraid that we can’t discuss why you’re looking for me just yet,” Dareios spoke to Damon, “I doubt these three will let us rest until they’ve drained our balls of every last drop.”
“No,” Damon agreed, starting lustfully at each of the three blonde women present at the scene, “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Oh my,” Galiana said with a grin at the way in which Damon’s hard dick was pressing against its containment, “I wonder what this will feel like, rammed all the way up my ass.”
As Galiana said that, Damon’s member twitched once more, causing the band of his codpiece to snap.

The women watched on at how Damon’s cock now pushed Galiana’s hand, and the pouch, aside and uncoiled itself to stand out proudly from his between his thighs, the massive pillar of veined, rigid meat looking to be just about as big as Dareios’ tool.

“Huh,” Galiana’s grin grew wider, “I guess I’ll soon find out.”