A drop of pearlescent pre-cum beaded on the enormous dick-tip of Jax the Corrupter's massive heavy uncut dong. The satyr crouched in the bushes with a wicked grin on his lips, savoring the infernal smells rising from his armpits and crotch as he watched a beautiful human male stumble through the woods.
"Ti-ra-la-la!" sang the stunning specimen of swarthy manhood. "Ti-ra-la-la!"
The human was clearly drunk, most likely lost in the forest. Easy prey for the satyr, who gave his large and low-hanging hairy nutsac a nice squeeze as he considered the best approach for this boozy fool. The man had somehow ripped the top of his tunic, revealing two juicy pectoral muscles and a dense triangle of fur. His arms were also surprisingly fuzzy and the curls on his head spread out in every direction. There was something peculiar about the man, something exotic about his scent that Jax couldn't quite puzzle out but was making his tight hircine asshole twitch for some reason.
"Boy, I sure hope I can figure out the way home," said the stranger, twirling around like a lunk.
Jax chortled to himself. This was going to be so easy.
"Hraahhh!" cried the satyr, springing out to seize the man.
As his sharp-nailed hands fell upon the stunning stud's body, they ripped into his clothes, shredding the fabric further. Within moments, the man stood entirely nude before Jax, his incredible muscle-bound body exposed to the forest boughs. Not only was the well-built hunk hairy all over, with a thick happy trail, profusely bushy crotch, and copiously fuzzy ass, but his soft dong was preposterously massive, featuring a luscious hood of delectable foreskin and a matching set of colossal balls. The tip of this pharaonic beast was positively sopping wet with pre-ejaculatory fluids and an amatory smell wafted upward and tickled Jax's nostrils, sending the satyr into a intoxicated state. For a moment, the satyr, who performed his wicked deeds by entrancing his prey, was the one who stood stupefied at the sight before him.
"Like what you see?" asked the handsome bearded stranger, tugging at this thickening shaft and grinning.
Before Jax could answer, the sound of snapping twigs coming from somewhere nearby. Instantly, both man and satyr donned knowing expressions.
"Ogres," said Jax, meeting the man's green eyes.
Both ducked behind a bush. And just in time for, moments later, out of the trees tramped a whole host of ogre soldiers, their enormous brawny green-skinned bodies glistening with sweat. Each ogre sported a broad chest covered in wiry hairs and thick legs with a matching dusting of fur. Large tusks grew from their mouths and a mean look was plastered upon their faces as they marched steadily forward clutching spears and other weapons. Following their normal fashion, the ogres strutted nearly naked, save for a skimpy loincloth that barely covered their gigantic curving rears and allowed continuous peeks as their monumentally mighty schlongs and ball-sacs that bonged back and forth with each step. From their crouched positions, Jax and the stranger had a perfect view straight up those loincloths, leaving absolutely nothing to their imaginations. Despite his fear, Jax found himself staring at those unbelievably mammoth wangs, with their dangling foreskins and powerful stank.
The apparently bold man beside him leaned in close to the satyr's deer-like left ear and, sotto voce, spoke a sentence.
"Have you ever had the pleasure?" he said, indicating the elephantine implements dangling above. "They're simply divine."
Jax wrinkled his nose. There was no way that a human being could withstand the assault from an ogre's fuck stick, let alone derive delight from such a monstrosity. And how did this odd stranger know that satyrs have such sensitive ears that he'd be able to whisper without being overheard? Something was up, and Jax had no idea what it was.
Soon, the danger had passed, the ogre soldiers disappearing into the underbrush. Jax and the man left their hiding space and stood before one another, entirely exposed. The satyr's tawny eyes swept up and down the man's impeccable body as ball fluid dripped steadily from his dong-end.
"What is your name, stranger?" Jax asked.
The man stroked his beard and gave the tiniest hint of a smile.
"Onas," he said. "Though many call me Darkhorn."
"Ehhh?" replied Jax. "That is not an epithet for a man."
The stranger's smile widened ever so slightly.
Jax sniffed at him, detecting the odor of minerals and marshland. "You do not have an entirely human smell."
"Perhaps that is because I'm not entirely human."
"Yes... it's something of a satyr scent that you have upon you."
"I get it from my father."
Jax's eyes narrowed. "That's impossible."
Darkhorn swept back a curl from his forehead. "And yet I stand here before you."
Still confused, Jax came closer. There was a lavender undertone to the man's complexion. And his physique, much like Jax's, was close to perfection.
"Your organ is improbably large," the satyr said.
"The largest of any man I've come across. And I've come across many."
"But how can this be? Satyr seed is unworldly."
"I do not know which god allowed for my existence. But I thank them nonetheless."
"Fahhh!" cried Jax. "If you are the work of some deity then you are not of my kin."
The man's smile did not waver. "Is that what you believe?"
"It is not a matter of faith. It is simply the truth."
Darkhorn gave no reply. Instead, he rubbed one hand through the tangle of hairs on his chest. The other he raised behind his head, exposing the thick bush of fur in his armpit and releasing the odor of pine forests and wildflowers. Jax blinked his eyes.
"Why that's..."
"Yes?" said Darkhorn.
"That's... heavenly..."
And with that, the satyr fell forward and dove his nose into that odiferous peck pit, inhaling the heady bouquet that was emanating from it: Pollen. Brushwood. Quartz. Loam. The scent was electrifying to the satyr, who began to rub his face in the man's armpit, trying to soak up as much of the aroma as he could. Darkhorn placed his hand on the back of Jax's head and shoved him in further, laughing as he did.
Half-inebriated, the satyr reared back. "What have you done to me..."
But before he could say anything else, Jax was compelled to kiss the man, their noses touching, their lips locking in a passionate embrace the likes of which the satyr had never before experienced. Both ran their hands up and down each other's muscular bodies, touching skin, brushing nipples, caressing rears. Jax felt his heavy cock spring upward in an erection so powerful it hurt. Darkhorn's own enormous boner behaved the same way and the two of them rubbed their mighty uncut prongs against one another as their hefty peckers expelled a profuse bounty of raw nut nectar.
Despite the aching in his loins, Jax had the wherewithal to pull back again.
"This... feels... wrong..."
Darkhorn chortled. "Does it, my friend?"
By this point, though, Jax was too far gone. He dropped to his knees, his mouth agape, and swallowed the gigantic gonzo dong before him down to the root. Darkhorn immediately began to bash his crotch against the satyr's lips, driving his titanic instrument in and out of that velvety throat, his thrusts so forceful that Jax began seeing stars.
"MMMMFF.. MMFFF... YES!" cried the man. "Put that iniquitous tongue to good use."
As he continued his assault on Jax's maw, Darkhorn spit on his hand and leaned over the satyr's sculpted back. Slipping his fingers beneath Jax's tiny pointed tail, the man rubbed his fingers against Jax's beautiful puck, eliciting bleats of absolute rapture from the satyr. With precum running down his gullet, Jax squirmed his heinie to capture more of that ecstatic feeling. He'd never known it to be pleasurable to be the one submitting to another creature, to experience the joy of surrendering his power to someone else.
Still grinning, Darkhorn pulled his stupendous uncut cock out from Jax's lips and bashed him several times across the face with his baton-like shaft and heavy balls.
"Unnff! Unnff!" moaned Jax as he was smacked by that massive wet tool, which painted his face with unprocessed jizz.
Without even thinking, the satyr turned around and proffered his throbbing hole. Darkhorn wasted no time in sinking his whopping wang into that snug love tunnel. He grabbed Jax's horns and began smashing the satyr's rear receptacle with all of his might, dominating that delectable asshole with his mighty snatch-master. Jax's eyes rolled back in his head and his long tongue fell from his mouth as he savored the incredible sensations radiating throughout his body. His hairy keister was on fire, the absolute center of his being, stretched to new heights as Darkhorn plunged his prodigious pecker in and out of Jax's backside compartment.
"I'm... I'm..." whimpered Jax.
But before he could complete his sentence, the satyr achieved a glorious orgasm, his sensitive antechamber so aroused that he climaxed without stimulating his hard dong, which proceeded to expel an abounding measure of magical goat goo that coated Jax's abs, chest, and chin in sticky icky.
Darkhorn continued to ram his massive ramrod into the satyr's fuzz-covered crack, picking up the pace now that Jax's muscles had relaxed even more post-orgasm. Leaning forward, he nuzzled his nose against the satyr's neck and began cooing.
"Tell me how much you like this," Darkhorn said.
"It's..." replied Jax, a spot of unease blossoming in his belly even as his backside continued to get sundered in an amazing way. "It's..."
"Tell me..."
"It's divine!" said Jax, caught off guard by the words falling from his tongue.
Throwing back his head, Darkhorn laughed to the heavens.
"Can you imagine?" he said. "An infernal satyr finding blessed pleasure!"
And with that, he began jackhammering at Jax's hole with unparalleled fury. The satyr could barely contain his joy. He'd never been so subjugated, his rear so commandeered, his loins so aroused, his body so electrified. His eyes, which would ordinarily turn crimson during a conquest, remained their usual tourmaline color, except that their gem-like tint began glowing with a rich green hue.
"Unggh! Unngggh!" moaned Darkhorn as he pounded that sensational puck. "Get ready, my friend!"
Within seconds, the man screwed up his face and dove his colossal cock deep into Jax's antechamber, twitching as it reaching a magnificent orgasm and expelled a stupendous amount of fantastic ball sauce. The emission filled the satyr's back chute and came gushing out of his hairy crack, coating his large nuts in a marvelous slick of pure jissom.
Of course, neither man nor satyr were slaked by their activity, their enormous organs remaining stiff as could be. Darkhorn pulled his massive mammoth wang from Jax's sopping slit and flipped himself onto his back, spreading his legs in the air and exposing his own needy seed hole.
"Give me your cock," he commanded Jax.
The satyr wasted no time in shoving his unbelievably large erection directly into Darkhorn's caboose, sinking his thick implement down to its hilt as he moaned and bleated with pleasure. The two of them made out like horny bandits as Jax fucked his companion, their coupling so exhilarating that each cried out in ecstasy to the skies, sending birds skittering from the treetops. Jax had never before experienced a man-hole so pliable and accommodating, its snug sphincter massaging his gigantic mystical dong so expertly. Clearly, Darkhorn was an advanced practitioner of the sexual arts, a master schlong-hound able to give and receive pleasure with savant-like skill. Jax loved feeling Darkhorn's splooge dripping from his hairy puck as he jacked the man's sterling uncut sausage and ploughed him without mercy. Overcome with emotion, the satyr pressed his face into the man's neck.
"Hnnfff! Hnnfff! This is celestial," Jax cooed as he drove his mighty instrument in and out of Darkhorn's compliant cum bin.
"Yes," whispered the man. "Keep giving me that amazing dicking."
"Nnngh! Nnngh!" cried Jax.
"Mnnmmm! Mnnmm!" responded Darkhorn.
"Hey!" called a third voice.
"HNNN?" said Jax, perking up his head.
Coming through the brambles was that young hair-haired villager, Kit. Tears were streaming down his face.
"You beast!" cried Kit. "You horrible deviant!"
Stopping his forceful fornication (though keeping his huge cock lodged inside Darkhorn) Jax frowned.
"What is it, youth?" he said. "Can't you see that I'm in the middle of something?"
"Oh yes," replied Kit. "I know that you are nothing more than a lustful demon, always bent on shoving your disgusting and enormous member inside any hole you can find."
"That is an apt description," said the satyr. "Now please leave us alone so we can complete our coupling."
"You assaulted my father!" shouted Kit, ignoring Jax's words. "You took his innocence with your monstrous implement and left him humiliated and defiled by the pure waters of the lake."
"Your prattle bores me, boy," said Jax. "So what if I corrupted your father? Deep down, he was in need of my ministrations."
"Is that what you tell yourself? That everyone is secretly begging for your behemoth pole?"
"More or less..."
"My father blamed me for his disgrace. He said that I was the one who brought such a disreputable creature to our village and now he has cast me out. And it's all your fault!"
Jax didn't care much to be on the receiving end of such accusations. Yet it was Darkhorn, and not the satyr, who heeded to Kit's pain.
"Come, come," said the hairy stud, removing Jax's colossal cream-stick from his keister and walking over to embrace the youth. "It sounds like you're having a tough day."
Sniveling, Kit leaned his wet face against Darkhorn's shoulder. "Yes... thank you..."
"Your father should be ashamed of his own actions. Pushing away his son to cover his own feelings of embarrassment."
Kit sniffled and seemed for the first time to notice the brawny hunk before him. "My word... you're quite handsome."
"Thank you," said Darkhorn, smiling.
"And your organ," said Kit, running a finger down Darkhorn's softening prong. "I've never seen one so large on a human before."
"A gift from the gods," replied Darkhorn.
"Excuse me," cut in Jax. "But my nuts are aching. Can we wrap up this sob-fest and get back to our copulation?"
But neither Kit nor Darkhorn were listening, the older man leading the youth off into the forest.
"Where are you headed?" called Jax.
"This boy is in need of some love and care," responded Darkhorn. "I'm taking him to my campsite to help heal his heart."
"Fahhh!" snorted Jax, palming his still-stiff dong and wondering if he should bring himself to completion on his own. But something inside him no longer felt lustful. Confused, he followed the humans.
Jax scratched at his huge and low-hanging hairy balls as he scowled at the sight before him. Darkhorn was cooking sausages and eggs over a small campfire. The beefy hirsute man had donned a pair of pants, hiding his comically large cock, and was humming to himself as he swished the cast iron pan over the flames. Kit was hanging back sheepishly, sitting on a log in front of a canvas tent as he stared wild-eyed at the beautiful caretaker before him.
"T-thank you so much... uh... sir," the youth stammered.
"You can call me Onas," replied Darkhorn with a grin.
"That's... um... quite close to my father's name," Kit said, blushing. "Yonas."
"Hungry?" asked Darkhorn, pointing to the pan.
Crouched on his hairy haunches, Jax wrinkled his nose. "Feh, that smells terrible."
Darkhorn gave Kit a knowing smile. "Satyr's like things raw. They often eat birds straight from the branch in one gulp."
The youth neared his broad-chested savior. "Do you know much about their kind?"
"Indeed," he replied with a nod. "I am of their kind."
"You don't look like a satyr..."
"I'm also of your kind, my boy."
"A bastard half-breed," said Jax, spitting.
Darkhorn glanced at him with his enchanting green eyes. "An opportunity for a new approach to the world." He moved the pan closer to the satyr. "Care to try?"
Retaining his disgusted look, Jax reached a claw-studded hand into the pan and picked up one of the large, plump wieners. He sniffed it uncertainly, threw back his head, and swallowed the entire thing whole. A surprisingly contented expression crossed his face.
"Hmmm...." he said. "Spicy. Meaty. Not bad."
"You see?" said Darkhorn, dishing out the remaining portions. "Not the first time I've shown you a new way."
"What do you mean?" asked Kit, cutting into a fried egg.
"Their kind are corruptors," replied Darkhorn, pointing at Jax with his knife. "My task is to corrupt the corruptors."
Jax screwed up his face in confusion. "That makes no sense."
But Kit's expression had brightened. "You're making them see the light of the Harvest God!"
Darkhorn chuckled. "I don't recognize the supremacy of any one divinity. My faith is broader than that."
He could see that neither Kit nor Jax were following him. He swept a calloused hand out at the expanse of trees, bushes, and flowers in their vicinity.
"Creation is not the hand of any single small spirit or great being. It is larger than that, larger than anything. If there's anything we should worship, it's the totality of all that we find around us, within us, and between us."
His blue eyes dewey with innocence, Kit looked at Darkhorn and swallowed. "Your creed sounds beautiful. Can you teach me to be an adherent?"
"There's nothing to teach, my child. All you need is to recognize that you already contain infinite love in your heart."
"Blech," said Jax, sticking out his long tongue. "I find all this talk of religion deeply unarousing."
"Will you stop thinking with your dongle for even a moment!" chided Kit.
"Now, now," said Darkhorn. "Our satyr friend here is merely revealing to us another aspect of reality. We all contain a beast within us. It, too, is holy."
"There is nothing holy about my cock!" cried Jax. "It is a demonic implement meant to sunder men's asses and force them to submit to their bases desires."
"And yet in truth, there is no difference between the sacred and the profane," responded Darkhorn.
Kit frowned. "That's not what our village cleric taught me."
"I bet he told you your body was debauched, an instrument through which demons performed their wicked work," said Darkhorn, to which he received a nod from Kit. "When in fact, there is nothing godless about this."
Unbuckling his belt, the strapping hairy man dropped his pants, revealing the monumental form of his massive uncut dong. Though soft, the revelation took both Kit and Jax's breaths away.
"It's... soooo big..." whispered Kit, ensorcelled by the prize.
"Go ahead and touch it, my child," said Darkhorn.
Kit looked like he could hardly believe his luck as he wrapped his palm around that insanely thick trouser snake. Darkhorn's dick responded by growing stiffer and releasing a good-sized spurt of pre-cum, which dangled from his foreskin-wrapped wang-head like an ambrosial treat. Instinctively, Kit reached out his tongue and allowed the creamy sacrament to fall upon his taste buds.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned, savoring that mouth-watering delectation.
"Good boy," said Darkhorn with a brutish grin.
By this point Jax had perked up. The smell of sex instantly sent him into a frenzy and he pounced over to where Kit was bent over on his knees and grabbed the youth's hips.
"Wait!" commanded Darkhorn, giving the satyr an authoritative look. "Kit, tell us how you'd like us to proceed."
The fair-haired villager was stricken with amazement. He'd always been ordered around. Never before had someone asked him what he wanted to do. Glancing back, he shivered as his eyes fell upon Jax's mind-bogglingly large member, which was starting to rise and glisten with ball sauce. He then looked forward at the sopping wet elephantine endowment in his hand.
"I'd like you to both fuck me, please," Kit said.
Darkhorn laughed. "Very well then."
Jax wasted no time in tearing off Kit's breeches and immediately sending his long tongue into the youth's needy keister. Kit moaned as his lips descended down Darkhorn's girthy shaft, measure by measure of that thick pipe disappearing into his throat. The older man placed a hand on the back of Kit's head and began to slowly buck his hips.
"Glllpp! Glllpp!" said Kit as Darkhorn's enormous erection went in and out of his gullet.
Jax savored the taste of the boy's asshole, wondering for a moment why he was taking any time at all when rightfully he should be shoving his substantial kielbasa as far into Kit's derriere as possible. But something was allowing him to enjoy teasing the boy, to feel his rear end blossom beneath the satyr's delicate ministrations. Relishing that heavenly antechamber, Jax's eyes began glowing a with a pale green light.
"I've gotten his fore-end ready for you," said Darkhorn. "Why don't we spin him around so I can do the back?"
Kit found himself flipped over so that his nose was beneath Jax's taint while his legs were in the air in front of Darkhorn. Lost in pleasure, the youth licked a spot behind satyr's massive nutsac, sending Jax into conniptions of absolute rapture. With his tongue lolling out of his lips, the satyr squatted over Kit's face, sending the youth's lingual instrument into his hairy heinie. Darkhorn had meanwhile place the fat head of his fantastically-large fuck-stick against Kit's caboose.
"Now remember, boy," he said. "Breathe and enjoy the sensations of your body."
Kit could barely register what he was being told, his entire being aflame with desire. As Darkhorn's pharaonic uncut dong began sailing into his slick rear, he cried out to the skies in praise of the celestial joy he was receiving. Kit's achingly hard dick squirted a solid geyser of ball nectar, which arced into the air and splashed against his chiseled abs.
"Please," Kit whispered to Jax. "I need you inside my mouth right now."
The satyr didn't have to be told twice and he sprang around to point his prodigious dripping prong at Kit's lips.
"Grrlllrr! Grrlllrr!" Kit said as Jax's gigantic boner slunk down into his throat.
Before long, Darkhorn was hammering away at Kit's supple and needy hole with his magnificent wang while Jax simultaneously attacked the youth's face with his even larger implement.
"You're being such a good boy for us," Darkhorn said, pounding ever faster at Kit's puck with a cock that few orifices could easily accommodate.
"I could always sense that his one was a born dong-hound," said Jax, chortling as he bashed his unbelievable baton against Kit's maw.
"MRMMM! MRRMMM!" cried Kit as he was stuffed full from both ends with the largest prizes he could imagine.
Pausing, Darkhorn raised an eyebrow. "You know, I might have something instructive to show the boy."
Lost in lust, Jax continued his frontal ploughing. "What's that, my friend?"
"Here," replied Darkhorn. "Let's have you get on your back so Kit can straddle you."
Despite neither of them wanting to disconnect from their delightful carnal exertions, both Jax and Kit followed Darkhorn's instructions. Jax lay on his back and stared lecherously upward as the youth climbed atop him and stuck out his posterior.
"My word, it's quite arousing to see your colossal satyr cock laying against Kit's amazing buns," Darkhorn said. "One can scarcely believe that such an extraordinary implement could fit inside such a snug outlet."
Sweating and stimulated, Kit groaned with agitation. "Here, let me show you how accommodating my hole is." Without any hesitancy, he proceeded to pop Jax's pre-cum-slick dick-head into his compliant back compartment. "OOOOH! Yes, that feels amazing."
Darkhorn gasped as he watched Kit's gracious asshole stretch as it acquiesced to the pleasurable incursion of Jax's mighty gonzo dong. Kit shifted his hips to capture ever more of that insane anaconda into his amenable aperture and soon had Jax's enormous nuts pressed right against his muscular crack.
"Please fuck me as hard as you can," Kit said, bouncing up and down on that powerful prong.
Jax slapped Kit's ass and bleated with delight as he basked in the sight of such a beautiful and brawny youth take his pleasure riding that monumental satyr pole. Darkhorn, too, was loving the performance, jacking his gigantic johnson from the side before leaning into to nuzzle Kit's neck.
"Do you trust me?" Darkhorn whispered.
"Of course," Kit replied.
"Then prepare yourself for an empyrean experience."
Curious, Jax watched as Darkhorn placed his wondrous uncut wang-tip against Kit's already-dong-stuffed hole. Sensing what might be in store, Kit began panting as his eyes bulged from his head.
"No," said the youth. "There's no way."
"Trust me," repeated Darkhorn. "You've never felt pleasure like this before."
"Ye gods!" cried Jax as the half-satyr-half-man's supernatural schlong began to pry open Kit's backdoor even further.
"MMMNNNN!" moaned Kit. "It's impossible."
But already, the end of Darkhorn's unbelievable manhood had vanished inside the youth.
"Just relax..." cooed Darkhorn. "I believe in you."
"HRRMMM!" groaned Kit
"WOWWW!" shouted Jax.
All were ensorcelled by the act of Darkhorn's stupendous willy disappearing into Kit's muscular hindquarters. Breathing heavily, the youth found himself stretched in ways he'd heretofore never conceived of. Despite his fear, Kit's hole was actually yielding to the unimaginable incursion with barely any problem.
"Just a little more..." said Darkhorn, gritting his teeth.
"You're doing great," said Jax, encouragingly.
"BY ALL THAT IS BLESSED!" cried Kit.
"There it is," said Darkhorn. "I've sunk all the way in!"
"Extraordinary!" gasped Jax.
"OOOOHHH!" said Kit, throwing back his head.
"Yes... yes..." said Darkhorn. "I can feel you unwinding further."
Ever so carefully, he began shifting his insanely-large shaft in and out of Kit's jam-packed puck. Jax, too, could sense the youth's chock-full compartment giving way to the two tremendous dongs inside of it.
"Ahhh..." said the satyr, bucking his hips in a rhythm to match Darkhorn's.
Squeezing Jax's might pecs as he hung his head and whimpered, Kit could barely conceive of anything that wasn't his over-stuffed orifice, which had become the only thing in existence according to his brain.
"It feels..." he said.
"Yes?" asked Darkhorn.
"It feels..." Kit said again.
"Mmhmm?" said Jax.
"It feels.... glorious..." yelped Kit. "I am but a vessel needing to be used by your sublime instruments."
"Good boy..." said Darkhorn, kissing the back of the youth's neck.
And with that, he picked up the pace, sending his marvelous meat stick in and out of Kit's caboose. Jax did the same, the two of them starting to bang the living daylights out of the youth's sensational rear slit. The satyr was beside himself as he felt Darkhorn's massive prong rubbing against his own mammoth member, all while within the confines of Kit's complaisant back compartment.
"YES! YES!" cried Kit, his rational mind shut off, his only thought the stupendous sensation of two jumbo johnsons fucking him at the same time.
"HRMMM! HRMMM!" groaned Darkhorn.
"MMHHAA! MHAAA!" bleated Jax.
United in their pleasure, the three of them dripped with sweat as they dallied on the forest floor. Kit's rock hard cock came multiple times, expelling a flood of raw dude fluid that pooled over Jax's muscles and went flying into the air to hit Kit and Darkhorn on the chin and chest. Both Jax and Darkhorn were able to pull the full extents of their monumental wangs all the way out of Kit again and again, only to slam their inconceivable dimensions back down to the fullest. All three huffed and grunted and yelped loudly enough to be heard from far and wide. Eventually, Darkhorn slowed for a moment.
"I'm getting quite close to the edge..." he said.
"Me as well," responded Jax, his eyes aflame with green.
"Yessss!" said Kit. "Breed me with your incredible scepters."
"Then on three?" asked Darkhorn.
"Certainly," said Jax.
"One..."
"Two..."
"THREE!" they shouted in unison, pressing their gigantic quarterstaffs all the way into the youth's posterior.
Both Jax and Darkhorn achieved a majestic orgasm, their thick dick-sticks twitching with delight as they each began to fire an absurd allotment of ball sauce straight into Kit's keister. Having been previously stimulated without climax, Jax's completion was even more prodigious than usual, his magical goat goo flooding Kit's snug love tunnel with so much cream that it immediately came gushing out and coated his and Darkhorn's hairy nards with sticky raunch dressing. Darkhorn's emissions were similarly excessive, an absolute deluge of man batter that blanketed the inside of Kit's caboose and mixed with Jax's effusive outflow. Kit himself fired off another helping of cock chalk in an amount so profuse that all three were completely enveloped in hot seed. Sighing with contentment, Jax, Darkhorn, and Kit all fell to the ground and dozed off in each other's arms.
When Jax awoke a short while later, he found himself alone. Sniffing around in confusion, he finally located Darkhorn and Kit spooning asleep inside the tent. A strange pulsation throbbed in Jax's chest. He found himself staring lovingly at the scene of post-conjugal bliss, wondering if there was room in his heart for someone besides himself.
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