The rest of the night was a bit of a blur for Lazarus. Each time he finished satisfying the desires of one harpy, another stepped up to take her place, and each time he thought he couldn't go any further, they applied more of that strange lipstick to his manhood and he was ready to go again. On and on through the night, the cliffs rang with the grunts, moans, and orgasmic cries of the harpies, until finally the sun began to peek over the horizon.
Lazarus staggered into Eleanor's cottage to find his three companions still sound asleep. His knees wobbled as he walked, his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and his cock was so swollen that he couldn't retract it into its sheath. It, along with his equally swollen balls, felt like it was being rubbed with sandpaper at the slightest touch. As he approached the bed, Eleanor stirred and opened her eyes just a crack. "Mmm, morning. What happened to you last night?"
Lazarus staggered into Eleanor's cottage to find his three companions still sound asleep. His knees wobbled as he walked, his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and his cock was so swollen that he couldn't retract it into its sheath. It, along with his equally swollen balls, felt like it was being rubbed with sandpaper at the slightest touch. As he approached the bed, Eleanor stirred and opened her eyes just a crack. "Mmm, morning. What happened to you last night?"