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“Yes, yes have a great night!” The exhausted elven man said, walking back into his modest apartment. Hallariel was on an extended vacation after their cruise, claiming to need a vacation after the “exhausting trip”. With her gone, she refused to let Gilear stay at Seacaster Manor and so he found himself back at the Strongtower Luxury Apartments. Fig had just left after showing him a few ideas for cover art for her latest album, his favorite featuring the Hangvan ramping over a burning draconic skeleton while Fig shreds on the roof of the van and there's a painting of the entire scene on the side of the Hangvan. Looking around the interior of his apartment and instead of the crushing loneliness and despair that had previously dominated his time in this apartment, he instead felt a sense of privacy that he hadn't realized he had missed.
A brief moment was spent in the kitchen, rinsing off plates to be washed thoroughly in the morning. Gilear looked at the last bit of mead in the bottle sitting on the dining room table. It wasn't much, a little more than a single glass, and since his glass from dinner was already in the sink, he took the bottle with him into the bathroom. A deep clunk sounded as he sat the bottle on the counter, bracing to face his reflection in the mirror, but instead of the sad, worn elf that had last stared at him from this mirror was a man that looked… happy. The bags under his eyes, far less heavy. Though still pale, his skin had the healthy flush of someone that actually spent time in the sun. Even his lips seemed fuller than when he was last living here. “Hallariel has been good for me.” He said, chuckling to his reflection.
His fingers were only slightly less nimble than usual thanks to the mead as he unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Once his shirt was opened, he took a swig from the bottle on the counter. The sweet alcohol had only the mildest burn on the way down as Gilear watched his neck swallow in the mirror. His hair was mussed, the usual comb over askew and showing that… his hair was even looking less thin. He continued looking over his reflection, checking for other signs of his change in luck and the good his vacation and fiancee had brought him. The dress shirt landed neatly in the hamper, leaving Gilear in a plain white tank top. He frowned at the paunch that had stubbornly remained even through Hallariel’s changes to his daily activity, but he couldn't deny the other changes to his physique that his new exercise regime and his new “exercise regime” had brought about. His chest was about the same thickness, but a much more pleasant shape, showing effort and hard earned strength. His arms and shoulders had greater definition than he'd ever had as an elven diplomat. He quirked a quizzical brow and raised his arms in a light double bicep flex, his eyes going wide at the definition he saw there. He flexed his left arm harder and ran his hand over the muscle there. There wasn't much there, but he had some amount of definition, more than he'd ever had before. The white tank was peeled off and Gilear took in the new shapes in his torso, even the roundness of his belly felt more comfortable after having spent months with Hallariel.
Gilear took another drink from the bottle and ran his hand up his side, tracing the ridges of his ribs and teasing his nipple as the warmth of the mead spread through his body. He gasped as he tweaked his own nipple, wishing it was instead his betrothed’s manicured fingers doing the twisting, or even on one of their more adventurous nights it had been a small metal clamp. He should have asked her to leave them and he cursed his lack of foresight. He felt a growing tightness in his pants and knew that it was only a matter of time before he either needed to get them off or things were going to start hurting. He reached down and felt himself through his rust colored corduroy slacks, squeezing the thick tube of his cock, already clearly visibly pressing against the fabric and only starting to get hard. “Okay, off now.” Gilear chuckled, pulling his belt from his pants and hanging it on the back of the bathroom door. With a sensual urgency, Gilear popped open the button fly of his pants and pushed them down to his knees, but his dick had already gotten hard enough to get stuck in the waistband even around his knees. He gave a frustrated sigh and pushed his pants further down and his hardening cock swung up, hitting against the counter with a dull thud. “Ohhhhh, much better.” Gilear sighed and leaned back against the bathroom wall opposite the small mirror. He could only see from his hips up, but that was more than enough to see the massive log of his cock reaching up into view in the mirror.
Yet again, Gilear was awestruck with the size of his own dick. Still growing harder and longer, it already reached the bottom of his ribcage and was steadily creeping towards his sternum. He knew exactly how large he was, exactly, but in the same way a person can know that a dragon is terrifying, is an entirely different thing to have one breathing fire down your back, and seeing his own dick throbbing at him in his reflection had Gilear thinking the giant, mythical monster analogy way perfectly apt. As his dick finally reached it's apex, his thick foreskin rolled back and a well of precum rolled down the underside of his enormous cock. It was so wide that Gilear had to adjust his stance to make room for it when it finished getting hard. The head of it was almost perfectly in line with his nipples and it was even thicker than his wrist. Gilear placed his right hand slightly above the base of his cock and his left at about the halfway point. He wrapped his hands around his dick, fingers clearly not able to meet around his throbbing cock. “Ohhh that's it.” Gilear moaned softly as he started stroking himself in the mirror. His foreskin rolled back and forth over his cock, pushing a fat dollop off pre to roll along his dick, slicking his shaft, allowing for him to increase his pace.
The elven man stepped into the shower, leaning against the laminated wall to brace himself as he continued working his monster dick. He reached for the bottle for a quick drink and found that he had already finished it, apparently having taken bigger drinks than he'd intended. Gilear heaved a heavy sigh and took a moment in the steamy spray to weigh the pros and cons of going back into the relative cold of his apartment in search for the bits of remaining booze in his fridge. Eventually the siren song of a pair of cans of wine beat out the siren song of the hot shower ringing around him. He turned off the water and grimaced briefly before opening the curtain and stepping out of the warmth of the shower stall. He didn't bother with the hanging towel as he strode across the bathroom, the empty mead bottle hanging loosely in his hand.
Frowning, Gilear carried the empty bottle through his apartment, his huge, hard cock leading the way. It bounced and dripped pre, leaving a trail from the bathroom and back into the kitchen matching his wet footprints. He tossed the bottle into the recycling bin under his sink before turning back to the fridge. “Sobering up is for sleep.” Gilear muttered to himself before opening the fridge. He had to hold his dick back against his torso with the opposite hand when he swung it open with the left to keep from smacking it with the door. He grabbed the remaining two cans of wine that were still joined by plastic rings and brought them back into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, Gilear was faced with his flagging erection. He cracked one of the cans of wine and took a deep drink of it while stroking his dick, rapidly bringing it back to full strength.
A few turns of shiny silver knobs and a couple more sips of wine and the shower was at a nice steamy temperature. Gilear stepped into the warm spray with a moan, the water from the shower drumming against the length of his cock. He sat the wine down on the side of the tub, working his dick with one hand, the other pushing through his hair as the water continued drumming against him. Between the heat of the water and the warmth of the wine, Gilear was already getting close. He let go of his dick, the massive shaft dropping slightly under its own weight and ran his hands over his body, following the water as it coursed down his body. Both hands ran down his chest, along his sides and down to cup his huge, heavy balls. “Fuck…” Gilear whispered, rubbing his lightly hairy balls. He dropped his left hand back and started slipping his fingers along his crack. What he'd give to be bent over and plowed by Hallariel's strap, but she was halfway across the planet currently and had taken the majority of her toys with her. So there he was, in the shower, knees resting on the edge of the tub while he worked two fingers into his hole. His dick throbbed and dripped pre where it rested against the side of the tub between his knees, making a puddle of pre on the tiles of the bathroom floor, but Gilear couldn't find it in him to care. He grabbed another swig of his wine and added another finger into his ass.
“Oh fuck, Hallariel!” Gilear groaned loudly as he managed to prod his prostate despite the awkward angle he was working at. He knew he had to work fast, increasing the speed of his fingers before his wrist started cramping. He lifted his other hand and started working on the head of his cock, using the pre flowing to lube him up. Another groan echoed against the walls of the bathroom. Gilear leaned back against the wall of the shower, slowly sliding down the linoleum, both hands stroking his giant dick furiously, chasing his orgasm. Gilear almost shouted when he felt the coiling tension of his building orgasm finally rip through him. His whole body tensed as his dick started spraying rope after rope of thick cum. It hit hard against the shower curtains before running in a thick stream of white back into the tub. Gilear kept stroking, his moans mixed with the sound of the shower and the splatter of his cum against the shower curtain.
The last few spurts of Gilear's cum were splattering against the curtain as he stood on shaky legs. He took a few moments to rinse himself off the rest of the way, and a few more even longer moments to make sure that all his cum had made it down the drain. He grabbed the open can of wine and finished off the last bit of it before tossing it into the small trash can beside the toilet. He cracked the second can and took a long drink from it. Gilear looked down at his still mostly hard cock and heaved a heavy sigh. “I knew once wouldn't be enough.” He strode into his bedroom, bobbing cock leading the way as walked naked through his apartment. The can of wine was set on the bedside table while Gilear looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of his bedroom door.
Standing there, with his full body on display, Gilear was once again stunned by the sheer mass of his cock. He held it up against his body and marveled at how little of his body could be seen around his thick shaft. Dropping it, he saw it slap down against his knees before bouncing back out in a long, low arc. “Fifteen inches of dick, and nothing to do with it.” Gilear said ruefully. “Well, not nothing.” He said with a wry grin. He sat down on the edge of his bed and wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, fingers unable to touch around the thickness of his cock. He grabbed his dick further up with his other hand and resumed stroking his mammoth cock. In his seated position, his erect cock staring at him, mere inches from his face. Gilear leaned forward and stretched his lips around the tip of his cock.
Despite always having this enormous shaft hanging between his legs, it wasn't until he was with Hallariel that the concept of auto-fellatio had even been presented to him. She'd had him bent over in a mating press and was really giving it to him when she noticed his dick hanging in his face. She told him to suck it and Gilear was never one to say no to Hallariel, especially with 10 inches of silicone up his ass, so he opened his mouth wide and in went his dick. She made him swallow his own load four times that night, and even now when she isn't feeling like fucking him herself, she'll make him suck himself off while using one of their many toys on himself.
Those thoughts had him throbbing in his mouth before he even started sucking himself in earnest. His tongue swirled around the fat head, slipping into his foreskin and swallowing as much pee as he could manage, but he still drooled and dropped a mix of pre and spit down the length of his massive dick, which provided the perfect lube for him to stroke what he couldn't fit down his throat. With his size, it hadn't been long before sucking himself became throating himself as the head of his cock passed the entrance to his throat, blocking his airway but providing him such delicious constriction that the lack of oxygen was worth it. Soon, he'd established a familiar rhythm between his hands, mouth and hips and Gilear lost himself to the pleasure.
And it wasn't just getting his dick sucked that Gilear was enjoying, but Hallariel taught him that he also loved having something hard and unyielding shoved down his throat. It made him wonder how things went between Hallariel and Bill Seacaster, since he didn't have the naturally submissive personality that Gilear recognized in himself. No, he was sure that there were far more sparks when the two of them crashed in the bedroom. And knowing what Hallariel liked in her men, Gilear could assume certain things about Bill's anatomy as well. Though he was probably still bigger than Bill, the Pirate King of Hell was probably no slouch in that department. Gilear imagined it was Bill’s giant cock fucking his face while Hallariel watched from across the room and his balls tensed with his imminent orgasm and Gilear was faced with a very serious decision.
Did he keep his lips sealed around the fat shaft of his dick and try to swallow his entire load? It would help him with the mess, but the risk of drowning on his own cum becomes much higher. Or, did he pull off and let his cum paint the bedroom? Which would necessitate changing the sheets and another shower. Gilear's cock however, made the decision for him as it throbbed violently in his hands and started shooting directly down Gilear's throat. He swallowed hard, trying to keep up while his hips bucked into his mouth. His thrusting wound up knocking his dick loose from his mouth, sending sprays of cum across Gilear's body, coating his face and getting in his hair. The next shot arced over his body completely, splattering noisily onto his duvet. He rolled over and rutted his cock against the bed spread, knowing that it was going to need to be washed already. His cum shot out in long white lines across the comforter as he continued riding out his second orgasm of the night. By the time his orgasm finally subsided, he'd left a long, white puddle of cum that was quickly saturating into his duvet. He weakly tossed it off the side of his bed before the cum seeped onto the sheets and he collapsed onto his back, his softening cock draped across his thigh.
Gilear heard a distant chime indicating that his crystal was going off. He struggled onto shaky legs and wobbled his way into the kitchen where he'd left his crystal on the counter. Checking his messages he saw a new one from Hallariel. He tapped the notification and when the picture loaded his jaw dropped and his dick gave a strong twitch. Standing there, looking like an elegant, ethereal battle goddess was Hallariel, lit by the fires of Hell on the deck of Bill Seacaster's ship, with an open silk kimono over a bikini and a rapier in one hand, her other hand had Bill's hair clutched in her fist, the arch devil on his knees before her. By the time Gilear saw that there was actual text with the picture, his dick was already halfway to hard again, imagining the implications. When he read the message he was glad that he needed to take another shower, because he was rock hard and dripping.
‘Gilear, ran into an old flame. When I return from my trip, we will be installing a summoning circle for him to come and visit. The three of us will have great fun together.’