Kingdom and glory - Royal campaign 1-10 (Patreon)
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You taste his shaft until it gets rock hard. Its musk intoxicates you while your hand gently gropes his huge, full balls. You move your head and push it down 'til you can feel the head of his fat cock warming your throat, then you turn around and take a look at the stranger. He's in his late thirties, handsome, with short reddish hair and a brown bushy beard. Cute freckles cover his cheeks and his hairy shoulders, and under all that curly fur you can spot a few new scars. You seat astride him, hearing his cute groans and noticing his body size. He's very large, quite fat but with very muscular arms and legs. His hands are big and strong but not ruined or cut. He must be some kind of aristocrat, but in that moment he's just a man, yours.
The wet, slimy head of his large, yet short dick pops in your hole, making him moan in his sleep while you slowly slide down until your butt presses and grinds against his hairy hips. He wakes up with a cute, sleepy face, wondering if it's just a dream or an hallucination for all the drugs he probably smoked the night before. You start moving, then he whimpers "W-who...", but before he could finish you give him a big smooch on that adorable, round face, making him all blush and sweaty. He looks quite shy, probably not used to this kind of lascivious activities in his aristocrat life and for that forced to maintain a composed lifestyle. You can imagine this poor aristocrat was dragged in that orgy by someone else just like you. Both of you clearly never had sex with multiple partners, but now you're here, together, and nothing else matters. He makes the sweetest grunts while you're on him, smooching his cheeks, his neck, and moving back and forth squeezing your cock between his hairy belly and yours. "shhh" you soothe him, but then he hugs you really tight with his big arms, and kisses you firmly, with his tongue. You can feel him cumming inside you as he keeps groaning and catching his breath, then you make him lay down.
You shoot 3 long ropes of cum on his hairy belly, the fourth just leaks down on his navel, then you puff and catch your breath. "T-thank you.... tha... ah..." he whispers, making you giggle, "It's ok, big guy... lay down and rest". You kiss his forehead and try to walk away without stepping on all the sleepy soldiers resting on the soft grass. You still can't believe how different the other men feel inside you. Their smell, their taste, the way they breed, kiss, even the sounds they make can be completely different from your master. The biggest difference is something you can't find in anyone else, the feelings you have for each other. Even if you slept with gods know how many man last night, you still want him. You stretch, yawn, and notice a bunch of old muscular men laying on the bed without the god bull Iskyròs with them. You find a bronze plate with some white grapes and a couple of juicy medlar you lazily eat as you stand up. You can still feel the god's musk on you, and that helps your morning wood to rise even harder.
You need to take care of it, and after last night it won't be hard to find another lover. You decide to...