Three sluts and a swelling cock

The scene which greeted the threesome when they stepped through the wide-open door to their room was both a curious and an erotic one, one which made both of the busty cumsluts moan out in appreciation of the sight of Damon sitting on the bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and his knees spread.

Dareios meanwhile was more intrigued by Galiana and Tamara, who were sitting with their legs folded and stretched out behind them on the bed, their heads resting on Damon’s broad, powerful shoulders and their hands rubbing while they observed Kyla’s handiwork, though their cum-splattered appearances did mean that it took him a few seconds before he was able to tell the two blondes apart.

Kyla, finally, was the one responsible for obscuring Cassandra’s and Faye’s view of his cock, although Dareios was very thankful for the way in which she was squatted down on her haunches so that he was free to admire how her wasp waist led down to her spread thighs and how thick strings of gelatinous juices hung down from her asshole as well as her pussy, with one particularly weighty string of cum flowing slowly out of her stretched cinnamon ring to snake its way down towards the floorboards upon which she was perched.

“Ah, Dareios!” Galiana said in greeting of the muscular stud, her face lighting up as she saw that he had brought Faye and a new arrival along.

“Cassandra…” Tamara smiled and nodded her head in recognition of the black-haired templar, unwittingly informing Dareios of the fact that she at least knew the voluptuous minx, while Cassandra employed the same nonchalance in leaning her sword against a nearby cabinet as Dareios when he had placed it on the bar.

Of three women positioned in or around the bed, Kyla was the only one currently occupied, ever so often taking a flask out of Galiana’s free hand and pouring some of its dense contents into the palm of her hand before handing the flask back to her superior and proceeding to work the gluey substance into the surface of Damon’s vein-corded schlong, apparently having started at the hilt and worked her way towards her heaving chest, because the only part of the fuckpole which was yet to be equipped with a glossy sheen was its bulbous head.

“You have performed the task I gave you?” Tamara posed Cassandra a question just as the buxom templar re-established her firm hold of Dareios’ cock, combining forces with Faye to make the blonde hunk emit low groans and moans through the slow but rhythmic pumping of their fists up and down the footlong length of his throbbing cock.

“Yes, Tamara,” Cassandra replied with a curt nod of her head, the movement of which proved to be enough to send a few of the thick bolts of jizz that had attached themselves to her chin spinning forwards through the air before scattering themselves in a line across the floor which led up to Kyla and made it look as though she’d just barely avoided becoming the victim of a strafing run.

“Excellent,” Tamara conveyed her satisfaction with her subordinate through a wolfish smile that implied that she had every intention of rewarding her with her tongue later on, “as a small sign of my appreciation, you may consider yourself free to choose one potion to apply onto Dareios’ mouth-watering slab of fuckmeat, as long as he provides you with his consent, of course.”

Dareios was just about to give Cassandra just that when a mighty bellow from Damon caused him to turn his head towards his cousin, which he found to be leaning backwards into the bed and digging his hands into it a **** attempt to keep himself from falling down into a prone position.

As for Kyla, she had slid back to sit on her ass, her gaze set on his beefy member as it glowed from the sticky fluid which she had covered it with, a thick gush of precum shooting out of it to lapse down its rounded crown and intermingle with the treacly fluid that was seeping into his skin.

“Girvyn's balls,” Galiana panted out as she and Tamara were as fascinated by the effects that the potion had had on Damon’s cock as Kyla, though the big-titted, slim-waisted priestess had referred to her god’s testes in a manner which made it sound more like a salutation than an act of blasphemy.

Cassandra and Faye too were utterly transfixed by the cadenced beating of Damon’s member, which had risen to an unprecedented intensity and ****, with Cassandra licking her lips and Faye squeezing out a horny moan as the two of them stared at how the already meaty head of his member began to grow to an even more considerable size while simultaneously going on to slowly but steadily advance further and further away from his crotch.

“Stud,” Galiana addressed Dareios, “you might want to wait outside…”

Nodding his head in silent agreement with Galiana’s suggestion, Dareios hurried to get out of the room, just barely managing to clear the doorway and slip out into the corridor to take a few steps to the right before the wall on the opposite end to the opened door was made to vibrate from the **** of the massive blob of cum that Damon had just rocketed towards it.

Five minutes followed during which Dareios waited in the corridor, listening to the excitable screams coming from inside and the wet noises caused by his cousin’s copious discharges, flinching every time that the low, beating sound of one of Damon’s jizz-blobs smacked into the room’s walls reverberated through the corridor.

Of course, he was not alone, because Faye and Cassandra had followed out after him and were now kneeling in front of him as they offered his cock a similar treatment to the one that Damon’s member had already received.

“We should warn you,” Faye had said as soon as Dareios had vehemently nodded his consent when she waved a sturdy bottle filled with a viscid fluid towards him, “this won’t have quite the same effects as the one your cousin was exposed to.”

Still, so far Dareios had no reason to complain, standing as he was to tower over the two gorgeous, cum-adorned vixens who were busy meticulously working the treacly fluid into his cock, particularly not as Cassandra had endeavoured to ensure that his swollen ballsack should be as thoroughly coated with the stuff as his cock, with the nasty, cock-crazed slut being quite happy to plant a wet kiss on every piece of stretched skin that throbbed vigorously from the workings of his heavy nuts before applying the shimmering oil onto it.

Standing there, Dareios very much suspected that the three of them would have made for quite a sight to anyone who might happen to come climbing up the stairs, although the fact that any potential observers would have to make their way through the cum-painted barroom should probably lessen the shock of seeing his massive fucktool being worked on by two moaning, lustful cumsluts somewhat.

[Contains writer's notes]