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It was another month of his rigorous workout before he re-evaluated himself. During that time he got to the point where he could simply pick up the marble blocks of the quarry and carry them to where they needed to be. He would also let the acolytes practice their sledgehammer skills by hammering his abs, sometimes even breaking their tools before he grew bored of it.
By night, he'd apply the oil and then fuck his way through as many girls as Zoe and Xenia could bring. When they couldn't get enough Matriarchs or Priestesses, they would return with larger numbers of acolytes. In one night he wore out a full fifty of the lesser acolytes, astounded by the ease with which he could break a woman down into a gibbering mess of slobber, sweat and cum. On another night as the month had nearly come to a close, Xenia and Zoe had readied an ambush for him, bringing all fifteen Temple Matriarchs, the whole host of them at once trying to somehow bring him down.
But he was like the Bull of Heaven now, an unstoppable force of virility and strength and stamina. While they did better than the fifty initiates, in the end they were still the ones who tapped out or creamed themselves unconscious first. No woman it seemed, or even a veritable army of women could hope to slow Pericles down any longer. After he'd totally laid waste to their cunts, mouths and asses in a record three hours, Pericles took a moment to really study himself in the mirror the next morning.
He curled his arms and admired the incredible disks of muscle that rippled beneath his skin, bombs of vast power and masculinity. He was astounded that he had to step back further from the mirror than he used to in order to see all of himself, not just to accommodate the added bulk of his insane musculature, but also to allow for his increased height. While the effects of the oil were obvious, they'd built up so slowly he hadn't even realized the added inches. Already tall to start, he was now just a hair over seven feet on his unbelievably thick legs, his quads easily the size of any of the girls' torsos who were passed out around him.
The rock-breaking exercise he'd added to his training had left him with an almost armor-like sheet of powerful muscles, particularly his massive pecs which he playfully flexed one by one, loving the intense control he could now exert over every part of himself after such intense training. Next he rippled his abs; no mere six or eight-pack could describe the situation of that veritable labyrinth of crevices and bulges at this point, it was some whole other thing that defined strength and stability itself. He squared his shoulders, the huge slabs of beef that he had to bring in just a little to get through some of the smaller doorways.
He even turned to allow himself a glance at humongous hemispheres of his rounded ass; to him these were no longer merely muscles. Rather, each of the giant firm globes was an engine of cunt-destruction, the powerful thrusters that would allow him to exceed the speed and power of any stud in history.
And then of course, the incredible equipment that the piece would be thrusting for. Even from the back he could easily see the swaying weight of his monstrously heavy balls, the pair of grape-fruit sized sperm-tanks boasted enough loads of such volume that he was confident he could easily fill the temple baths with nothing but his own spunk he so chose. Turning back around he enjoyed the sound and feeling of his pendulous cock slapping his inner leg. At his last measurement the damned thing swung limp at a full sixteen inches, more meat than he'd had hard when he first entered the temple, and it had taken both Zoe and Xenia to use two sticks to measure it hard, a mind-breaking twenty-three inches, just shy of a full two-foot-cock.
He knew it was arrogant of him, but even just gazing at his own form began to get him going, his breaths coming in throaty near-grunts, his heart starting to beat faster in his chest. He gave one more exaggerated flex before catching something in the corner of his eye in the reflection. He turned to see one of the Priestesses, a pretty young thing whose mouth was in a competition with her eyes to see which could hang open wider. At the sight of his cock she gave a little undulating shudder and he could see pussy-juice escaping the opening at the bottom of her robe. The poor thing had accidentally cum herself!
"Brother Patriarch, You're wanted in the Worship Hall!" she barely got the words out before doubling up, her hands frigging madly as she squirted out another few orgasms worth of sauce from her poor overwhelmed cunt. Pericles grinned, knowing it was at last time and grabbed his loincloth, binding the whole of it around his cock so that the massive thing could somehow be contained in spite of its beyond-impressive heft.
When he entered the hall, he was forced to suck in a sharp breath. Kassandra and Aphrodite both stood upon the dais at the far end of the room, each dressed in their most formal ceremonial gowns, their HH and J cup breasts supported by their magical straphions, their heads cocking at the sight of him as he entered. There was a moment of acknowledgment that passed between them, and a less literary age might have known it was a moment of game recognizing game. When Pericles had reached the middle of the room and made the appropriate bow before the Goddess, the pair of them stepped down from their stage and stalked towards the megastud like a pair of great Lionesses inspecting their prey.
"Very GOOD," Kassandra finally said, almost grudgingly, "You've done well."
"Perhaps a little too well," Aphrodite added in her velvety voice of pure sex, "If I didn't know better I'd swear our new toy had cheated the system somehow. Maybe gotten some forbidden help?"
Pericles shocked them both when he addressed Kassandra with the truths he'd uncovered, "Our mother is right, dear sister."
The pair each gasped at the revelation; Aphrodite that he knew the truth, and Kassandra at just what that truth was. But the Goddess was quick to move on,
"Oh pish-posh. Why does my father always have to stick his fat nose where it doesn't belong?"
Pericles shrugged, "According to most of the legends he usually sticks it up women's—"
"Enough!" Aphrodite held up a hand, fighting the smirk that wanted to live on her face. She wrestled it into a more serious set and spoke on. "I had my reasons to leave you as I did, son. Despite all the legends of heroism and labors, your father was nothing more than a barbarian, illiterate, wild and uncivilized. You've lived at the temple long enough to know that true passion is best where there is structure. If I'd left you in his hands you'd probably have been killed on some battle-field or gotten some poor village slut knocked up. You'd never know the glory or greatness that I knew you could one day achieve.
