The next morning

As soon as he woke up the next morning, Dareios experienced a sense of gratification and being at ease that was quite remarkable in its calm intensity. And it wasn’t simply because of the fact that, as he slowly emerged from his deep, contented slumber, he found himself tucked in underneath the soft silk sheets of one of the biggest and most comfortable beds that he’d ever seen, with Zuleica nestled up to his right and Namaria and Zoelle on his left, the dark-skinned beauty also having crawled up close to him while the blonde was behind her, her head resting on Namaria’s left shoulder and her arms wrapped round the dancer’s as both of them continued to sleep with peaceful, happy expressions on their faces. Instead, the warm, highly contented state of mind that he was currently was due to something deeper than that, and as the sense of fulfilment and satisfaction washed over him, Dareios reflected on the fact that he’d only experienced anything like two times earlier in his life.

The first time had been shortly after his eighteenth birthday, on the morning of the day in which he was to be accepted as a full-fledged warrior of Teitum, with the final initiation rite involving him having sex with a priestess of Klyra, an act which was meant to both reflect that their cults’ relationship mirrored the marriage that existed between their respective gods, and to highlight the sort of earthly rewards that his piousness and fidelity to Teitum would bring him. That morning, he had awoken to find himself a changed man, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was already informed about the sort of blessings that his god was in the habit of bestowing upon his holy warriors, Dareios might have been quite concerned about how his balls were suddenly more than twice as big as they had been when he’d gone to bed the previous night. Instead, he had thanked his god, and proceeded to spend the main part of that day, and the entirety of the night that followed it, heartily partaking in his initiation rite, fucking the busty young priestess of Klyra time and time again, until he and the sexy blonde had finally passed out in each other’s arms.

A few years after that, and Dareios woke up the morning after returning to his city after having saved a priestess that had been kidnapped by brigands, and found himself with his cock having grown from a healthy ten inches in length to a more impressive twelve inches, and had again realised that Teitum was behind it, and that he was again being rewarded for his fidelity to the ideals embraced by the deity.

Bringing his mind back to the present, Dareios formed his lips into a thin smile and looked down over his prone frame, which was hidden up to about halfway up his chest underneath the sheets that covered both him and his three lovers, towards the spot where his cock was outlined underneath the thin silk sheets. Almost as soon as he gazed upon it, his covered cock began to throb, slowly and forcefully, forcing a throaty moan from him as he was suddenly tossed into a state of intense and burning arousal.

Somehow managing to maintain his composure, Dareios clutched hold of the edge of the covers with his strong hands and lifted them up, before letting out a whistle at the sight that confronted him when he did so. At first glance, it appeared as though his cock hadn't just gotten slightly thicker overnight, but that it had also grown about four inches longer. Even his cockhead looked thicker and bigger.

Dropping the covers back onto his muscular frame, Dareios cast a glance across Namaria’s and Zuleica’s bedroom. It was a large, airy and bright room, now being flooded with the early morning sunlight that poured in through the big windows that were line along two of its walls, and the glass doors that led out onto the roof terrace that was covered about one half of the upper floor of their two-story house.

After the foursome had arrived at the house after leaving the Horny Harlot the previous night, they’d primarily spent their time on the second floor, going from the bedroom to the drawing room and back to the bedroom before finally ending up in the bathroom, where their long session of frenzied fucking had finally come to an end, and they had all cleaned off again before finally going to bed, with the last memory Dareios had being of him collapsing into the bed whilst Zuleica and Namaria hurried to shut the blinds on the cages of moonstones that were placed in strategic places across their bedroom, thus having darkness descend upon the room as the warm, orange glow that the strange minerals gave off in reaction to the lack of sunlight was cut off.

Just then, as he laid there and didn’t quite know what to do with himself, Dareios felt Zuleica’s warm, voluptuous body squirm against his, the black-haired babe producing a long, satisfied moan in her sleep as she nestled in even closer to him and slid her right arm across his chest, just narrowly missing having her hand bump against the flared head of his cock. After offering a silent prayer of thanks up to Teitum, both for blessing him for the third time and for sending Zuleica, Namaria and Zoelle his way, Dareios promptly decided that there were better ways in which to spend his morning that to just lie on his back.

Feeling how precum had just started to ooze out through his pisshole, Dareios used his right hand to establish a firm hold of Zuleica’s right wrist, and then gently guided her hand up onto his member. Sighing in her sleep, Zuleica immediately began moving her hand up and down Dareios’ dick, tracing her fingers along its thick length without even being aware of what she was doing.

But right after she’d released a lengthy purr, Zuleica tightened her hold of Dareios’ cock and opened her eyes to send him a look that was a mixture of confusion and delight, and which he found to be downright adorable.

Again beginning to trace her hand up and down his cock, Zuleica furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip, whilst Dareios kept on meeting her puzzled gaze and saying nothing. Finally, Zuleica let go of his member and used both her hands to raise the cover, unwittingly imitating his earlier act, to her reaction to what she saw was rather different. Instead of simply whistling, Zuleica dropped her jaw and stared with obvious hunger at the increased size of Dareios’ cock, the both of them remaining silent for quite some time as Zuleica continued to admire his member in awed, stunned silence.

“How…” Zuleica whispered out, after which the look of surprise on her angelic, flawlessly beautiful face gave way for a radiant smile.

“It’s a long story,” Dareios replied, figuring that Zuleica wasn’t interested in hearing the details of it at that particular moment.

“Are the others still asleep?” Zuleica continued on, still whispering to Dareios.

“Uh-huh,” Dareios nodded, right before a long dreamy moan came from to the left of him, courtesy of Namaria.

“Good,” Zuleica’s smile grew wider and more devastating in its sexiness, “because I really don’t want to have to share you right now…”

After that, the black-haired, huge-titted minx proceeded to have Dareios let out a grunt by playfully patting his cock right underneath its fat, bulbous crown, before slipping out of the bed and rising to her feet.

“You know,” Dareios began as he watched Zuleica bend over to slide her foot into one of the high-heeled sandals that stood next to what was apparently her side of the huge bed, thus causing the back of her nightgown to slide up even further than it already was to begin, “that’s the most I’ve seen you wear thus far.”

Smiling back at Dareios over her shoulder, Zuleica silently hushed him by putting her left index finger up against her smiling lips, the strapping Arakanian stud grunting out his appreciation of how the statuesque, curvaceous brunette’s curves were filling out the sheer nightgown that she had on. Made from white silk and equipped with twin spaghetti straps that ran up over her otherwise naked shoulders and with soft, delicate white fur adorning its hemline as it ended just above her thighs, leaving her pussy completely exposed and the majority of her juicy, heart-shaped ass exposed as well, Zuleica’s nightgown was the sort of thing that only caused the steady throbbing of Dareios’ fuckpiece to become more pronounced.

“Sorry,” Dareios whispered out as he got up behind Zuleica, who had now slipped on her white sandals, the straps of which were decorated with the same sort of fuzzy bird fur as her tiny nightgown, and having her moan out lustfully at the sight of his monstrous fuckmast pointing straight at her, its head already coated with precum as it was made to tremble through the steadfast pounding of the trunk of his member.

As she stared at Dareios’ cock, Zuleica again bit her lip when she noticed how even his balls seemed to have gotten bigger overnight.
“Dareios,” she whispered out, “you know that I’m a bit of a size-queen, don’t you?”

“You hadn't mentioned that,” Dareios grinned back, keeping his voice reasonably low to keep from waking Namaria and Zoelle, “Cumslut, buttslut and my slut? Yes. Size-queen? No.”

“If you stop being a smart-ass, I’ll take you somewhere and show you just how much I love the fact that yours is the biggest, fattest, most beautiful monstercock I’ve ever seen…” Zuleica whispered back, offering Dareios the sort of sultry glance that would cause most men to turn into liquid, or at least collapse onto the floor.

Chuckling softly, Dareios waited till Zuleica had wrapped her right hand round his cock, the black-haired, scantily clad slut cooing happily at the fact that there was no chance of her ever managing to fit her hand round the trunk of his rock-hard fuckshaft, and allowed her to lead him out of the bedroom.