Chapter 57: A New Dawn & Morning Wood
The warm glow of morning sunlight softly wafted through Ben’s open window, drawing closer till its shadowy warmth crested his peacefully sleeping face.
Ben squinted, his eyes fluttering as he was drawn out of his long night’s sleep.
At that moment, Ben, still lying on his mattress, the first thing his hands unconsciously reached for was his penis.
Hardwood junior was in its usual morning wood state, as vibrous as can be.
And as Ben felt his own new length, a happiness bloomed in his chest, a happiness he had been struggling to contain ever since his dick began to get bigger.
Ben had Zero to no insecurity about his length previously, since he was naturally a very secure person.
Him having a tiny penis was something he just tagged on to the fact that he was just that unique, and his tiny penis was most probably a testament to his genius....
As they say, the smarter you are, the smaller your dick.
At least, that’s what he believed.
And instead of sulking about the hand that he was dealt, he had come up with several other means to accomplish his heart’s desires without caring for the fact that he couldn’t satisfy ladies with his length.
Though in hindsight, Ben cared most about his own satisfaction more so than that of any other lady.
But since he loved women so much, he still put in so much effort into an alternative that would not only provide that satisfaction, but also promote his identity as an incredible lover.
Still, his unique, overly secure nature aside, Ben was still human after all.
He still desired a length and size that would one day be able to drill powerfully into a lady that’s even a giant.
This stems from his life’s goal of penetrating all beauties.
However, sadly, he was unable to see that wish fulfilled in his first life...
But here, and last night...
For the very first time, Hardwood Ben Dover, through the sheer size of his manhood, had brought not one, but two beauties to glorious completion.
The satisfaction was immense, the way his cock fit tightly into them, the way it reached deeper, the way it made them cry out his name in worship..... Ben Dover loved it.
The fulfillment he felt from his cock being able to do this, even without employing the use of his tongue and mouth, was a satisfaction Ben never knew he craved so much.
As Ben felt his current hard length in his hand, playing images of what transpired last night, he couldn’t help but smile.
Though for ladies like Faerwyn who required a special type of length, he was still a long way from reaching that, but he could only imagine the day that he does, and the things he would do to her.
"Mmm...."
Ben was brought out of his thoughts by the cute sleep sound to his side.
Looking to his left and then to his right, he had now just noticed that the twins were latching to him from both sides of the mattress....
Completely naked in their birthday suits with their flawless, slender legs over him, their tender, large breasts pressed to his sides, and their combined warmth banishing the cold cast as a result of the long doused fire pit.
Ben slowly peeled Kiara’s curly blonde hair to the side, looking down at her before doing the same with Ryn; both twins were in a state where Ben could not foresee either of them waking up anytime soon.
"Don’t they like... have things to do in the morning ?"
Ben said in amusement, looking particularly at their succulent, inviting breast, luscious thighs, and juicy, silky-smooth, round bum shaking tenderly with their ever subconscious shifts.
Though they looked appetizing, and Hardwood junior was already with morning wood, the cute beauties were in no state for another round.
So Ben banished that thought, as he had a lot planned for the day, there would be plenty of other opportunities to enjoy them, and most importantly, even if he were to go at it again with them, he wouldn’t be receiving any life extension.
Speaking of which, Ben’s weary eyes fell to the numbers floating at the corner of his eyesight. Ben was starting to dread looking in that direction, because he never liked what he saw.
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[19:22:10]
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"Sigh.... That’s about seven hours gone"
Ben murmured, staring at his current life timer.
He visibly felt the clutches of death closing in on him whenever the timer cut through less than a full day.
And the solution was simple.....
"I need to bed stronger women."
He added in resolve. That was the only path he saw to gain a meaningful life extension.
Faerwyn had awarded him about three more days of lifespan as someone in the noble realm.
So his target needed to be those who are at least around that range.
Thinking along that line, with his schedule for the day already decided upon.... Ben gently removed the twins from him, careful not to force them awake as he slipped out of their midst and stood naked by his mattress.
He pulled the leather covers over them as he turned to the state of his room.
Everything was everywhere: dishes still on the table and the floor, the large jug of wine as well as the cups, the twins’ clothes and his own; everything was scattered all around.....
So Ben did what he could....
He placed the dishes back on the table, gathered the twins’ clothes as well as his own and set them on the mattress.....
But for the lingering signs of the ladies’ dried-up juices in most places, there was nothing he could do about those, so he left those as is.
Recalling the ladies bringing in some fresh fabric yesterday, bed walked to the locker by his mattress and opened the large box on the ground where he had seen one of them deposit the clothes.
He certainly could no longer be dressed in the garment used to designate captives; he was now a dignified healer of the estate, and the clothing he found inside the box more than proves that....
"Hmm....I guess these will do."
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