Three priestesses

Upon looking at the three women whom he had helped, Dareios forgot everything about the battle which he had just fought, thoughts of lust filling his head as the trio lined up between him and their wagon.

All three of them were blonde, taller than most women, and wore heavy brown cloaks that were hold together by a long series of strings that reached from their stomachs up to just below their throats. The cloaks all were embroidered with a white triangle, in the centre of which there was a thin tongue of fire.
Each and every one of the three looked to be deliciously busty, with the thick fabric of their cloaks being **** outwards by the full size of their breasts, the flawless orbs sitting high and proud on their chests.

The gathered blondes were looking straight at Dareios, smiling widely at the sight of his bare-naked body, their gazes appearing particularly pleased when they took in the increasing swelling of his thick, long member; the head of which was slowly being transported forwards and upwards as the trunk of his cock took in more and more blood.

“It would appear,” one of them, appearing to be in her late twenties, thus making her the oldest of the three, “that you’re as happy over our presence as we are over yours.”

The woman’s blue eyes sparkled as she added, “I am Galiana, priestess of Girvyn.”

Dareios gulped as the priestess offered the name of her deity to him. Girvyn was something as unusual as a male god of fertility with an almost exclusively female ministry.

Some of the older and more experience members of his order had told him tales about the priestesses, all of which had dealt with their supposedly well-known leanings towards promiscuity and appreciation of well-hung men.
How was it one of them had described the priestesses? “It’s almost insane, their god commands to act like a bunch of cock-crazed sluts. One night amongst them is like a month’s worth of nights with our girls next door. And boyo, our girls aren’t exactly chaste!”

Or it went along those lines at least.

“Well met, Galiana,” Dareios did his best to sound collected and serious, trying hard to ignore the steady rush of blood travelling from the larger of his heads to the smaller one, “I am Dareios, templar of Teitum.”

“It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Dareios.” Galiana shot him another smile and then turned towards her two colleagues, both of whom stood on her right.
Nodding at the blonde closest to her, Galiana said; “This is Faye, my valued acolyte.”

Faye nodded weakly at Dareios, her hazelnut-brown eyes sizing him up while her lips curled themselves into a thin, determined smile. She looked several years younger than Galiana, and Dareios guessed that she was probably not older than twenty-four or twenty-three.

“And finally, my beloved doorkeeper; Kyla.”

Kyla, standing farthest away from Galiana, was truly fit for being a doorkeeper; Dareios stared as he looked at her. Not older than twenty, with the same colour of her eyes as Faye, and with the same golden nuance of blonde as both of her superiors, the thing that truly set Kyla apart from them both was not her youth, but the truly massive proportions of her bust.

Each of the two heavy globes was easily as large as Dareios’ head, but despite their size, they showed no sign of sagging, instead standing straight out from her chest.

Unlike Galiana and Faye, Kyla was not doing anything to mask her desire for the naked stranger standing in front of her, her lips parted wide to show off her white teeth while her gaze was locked on Dareios’ cock. To top it all off, the girl’s erect nipples were poking against the cloak she wore.

“So Dareios,” Galiana began, deciding that the introductions were completed, “where are you heading?”

“To Tharros. And you?”

“Oh, we’re heading north towards a small city.” Galiana replied, now looking less happy, “Our temple there has been burnt down, and the local priestess has disappeared.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“It does indeed.” Galiana agreed.

“Priestess Galiana?”¨ Faye quipped.

“Yes Faye, what is it?” Galiana’s voice was soft and light as she replied to her young acolyte.

“It looks to me as though poor Dareios has sustained a wound.” Faye said, pointing at Dareios midriff.

Looking down, Dareios could see that Faye was right; a thin wound ran a few inches over one of the left ribs, trails of his blood now trickling down towards his hip. It was barely more than a scratch.

The three priestesses however, acted as though Dareios life was in danger, and more or less **** to lie down on the bed of their wagon, propped up against a pile of blankets.

Galiana telling him that they would collect his belongings from his “poor, unfortunate animal” caused Dareios to look at where he had last seen his donkey, finding out that the pack animal had received a crossbow-bolt between the eyes.

Not more than a few minutes later, Dareios found himself lying in the wagon, Galiana up front to rein the horses, and Faye and Kyla back with him, caring for his wound.

While the younger priestesses applied a burning ointment and bandages to Dareios’ wound, Galiana set the wagon into motion, slowly moving it away from the scene of the battle.

“You know,” Faye said to Dareios’ at the same time as she finished dressing his wound, “all three of us really can take care of ourselves.”

“Really?” Dareios did his best to sound polite.

“Yes,” Faye’s facial expression was still one of determination mixed with lust, “but those bandits caught us with our guard down.”

“You see,” Faye leaned forwards and whispered into Dareios’ right ear, Kyla looking on from the opposite side of the muscular warrior, “Galiana and I were teaching young Kyla a thing or two about women. This young slut still has a thing or two to learn in that department, I’m afraid.”

“Yes,” Kyla suddenly said out in agreement with her superior, “but I know almost everything there is to know about cocks.” Without warning, Kyla moved her hand to Dareios’ cock, her slender fingers rubbing against the bulbous tip of his member.

“She’s right in that,” Faye grinned lusciously, moving her hand down over Dareios’ muscle-ripped stomach to rest on his pair of obscenely well-sized balls, “she really does have an aching for cock.”

Faye nearly spat out the last word, and then gave Dareios’ scrotum a gentle rub before straightening herself up and pulling open the thin straps keeping her cloak closed.

Kyla did the same thing, and Dareios soon found himself with one busty, horny young blonde on each side, both of them looking more than willing to devour the full length of his achingly hard cock.