A disagreement in the corridor

‘How does that feel, stud?’ asked Faye, still working the gleaming fluid into Dareios’ member, the blonde priestess not even looking up at him, so avid was she in examining the glistening fuckpiece pulsating in her hands.

‘Pretty good,’ said Dareios, looking down himself, intrigued at any potential change that was about to occur, as well as enjoying the impromptu handjob that he was receiving.

‘Let’s look…’ said Faye, and then carefully removed her hands from the muscular stud’s genitalia leaning backwards on her knees. Cassandra, though she had had experience with this kind of thing before, mirrored Faye’s actions.

For a while, nothing happened. Dareios’ dick remained as it was, a glistening footlong tube of meat, but one which didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.

‘By “not quite the same effects”, did you mean “no effects?”’ said Cassandra, glaring at Faye, and putting her hands crossly on her hips, her brows furrowed in frustration.

‘You need to be patient.’

‘It didn’t look like they had to be very patient in there, did it?’

‘Each of the potions work differently-‘ Faye began.

‘You priestesses with your potions!’ Cassandra interrupted, ‘oh, these precious potions!’

‘The potions are powerful artefacts!’ Faye said, her voice rising.

‘Oh yeah!’ said Cassandra, taking hold of Dareios’ fuckstick at the hilt in her hand and waving it around as if to illustrate a point, ‘reeeeeaal powerful!’

Now it was Faye’s turn to put her hands on her hips and round angrily on the templar, ‘you templars are all the same!’ she fumed, ‘none of you have any respect for the practices and traditions of our religion, all you’re interested in is-‘

‘Well DUH, no! Not when they don’t work we don’t!’

‘Ladies-’ said Dareios, trying to interrupt.

‘Huh, just for once I’d like to see a templar do what I do-‘

‘What’s that? Nothing? Lie on my back all day except for when I’m making imaginary potions?’

‘Ladies-‘

‘Maybe if you had taken the trouble to apply it properly-‘

‘Oh, now it needs to be applied properly! Move out the way, templar, the delicate genius has to apply the potion properly!’

‘Ladies!’

‘Maybe not a genius, but certainly not a complete moron!’

Suddenly both the quarrelling voices were silenced abruptly by an incredibly loud ‘SPLOTCH’ sound that reverberated through the corridor, which was replaced immediately by the pitter-patter of dripping fluid. Dareios emitted a low moan, almost unsteady on his feet, as he surveyed the corridor. The walls, floor, an ceiling had been painted white for about eight yards, and the two women in front of him were both splattered with cum, totally static, almost as if they had been turned into statues. Faye’s hands were still on her hips, her mouth wide, as if in mid-proclamation, Cassandra halfway through the act of throwing her hands in the air.

‘Ok, so maybe it does work,’ Cassandra said eventually.

Since both the sluts had been blasted blind, Dareios was the only one to see his dick suddenly expand before his eyes, thick flesh pole extending outwards from his body a good inch, taking him up to thirteen.

‘Seems to,’ Dareios agreed.