Several days bled into each other under the polite name of training. Jax stayed locked inside the bedchamber while the women never stopped arriving.
They came from the first drop of evening straight through until morning light, one after another, filling the room until the air itself tasted like sex and sweat and whatever perfume they had bothered to put on.
Dianna had paid a heavy sum for the giant titan's balls, and the treatment had done exactly what it was supposed to on a non-celestial body.
The cock that now hung between Jax's legs measured a thick, heavy eleven inches, thicker and meaner than before, and the stamina that came with it left every woman walking out of the room crooked and still looking back for more.
They kept the aphrodisiacs and the libido drugs coming in a steady drip so he could keep serving the long line of women who either needed to dump the frustration of their day or simply wanted to take their pleasure and leave.
