Chapter 254: The Cock Gifter (18+)

Chapter 254: The Cock Gifter (18+)

“P-please! I beg you!” the masked shirtless man prostrated himself before Beatrice. “Give me my cock! I’ll do anything!”

“There are certain rules that—”

“Anything!”

“Very well,” Beatrice sighed feigning that this was some great favor that took a lot of effort. Not that she wasn’t keen to help the poor eunuch out, especially when it was easier for her than making a cup of coffee and meant so much to the man, not to mention, also kind of fun. I couldn’t dare hope I’d find a way to justify that Enhancement so quickly.

“First of all, you cannot tell anyone of the powers I possess!” Beatrice instructed the desperate man.

“I swear I will not tell a soul!”

“And secondly, unfortunately, neither of us can afford to be discovered. If you’re found out with a functioning dick between your legs, who knows what they’ll do to you?”

“They would probably kill me in fear that I would no longer be loyal,” the masked man speculated.

“Not before torturing you to find out how you got it!”

“Ah, but I would keep my silence to my grave! I am a man of my word!”

“Even so, I cannot bear the thought of someone torturing you because of me for days upon days until your death, just because you wanted your dignity back! Which is why I will put a time limit of twenty minutes on the dick I shall grow you.”



Skill Points in Eros Craft: 18



With four Skill Points available, enhancing this skill is a no-brainer if it means acquiring more allies, Beatrice reasoned as she Enhanced one of her most-used Skills. And, if push comes to shove, it even has combat applications.

“B-bonus?” the man stuttered and looked up at Beatrice’s example-setting cock.

“That’s right!” Beatrice smiled, kneeled next to her masked escort again, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “Two for the price of one!”

Beatrice then cast [Dick Growing (+2)] and stood back up to watch as the man gasped and moaned as the pleasant magic coursed through his body from his shoulder, collecting at a certain spot between his legs. He lifted up his kilt as he watched in disbelief two dicks growing from the spot where he once had balls and his own cock, yet now only had scar tissue left after a gruesome operation.

As the magical cocks swelled and took shape of glorious manhoods, the masked man trembled from the pleasant sensations that his brain had started to forget. With a functioning cock once again between his legs, a single look at Beatrice’s sexual figure was enough to send the man into delirious fantasies. Beatrice’s big tits, her bubble butt, the pussy just below her cock that looked ready to be filled ravaged. Deprived of pleasure for so long, just the growth and rise of his cocks into a powerful erection was enough to induce pre-orgasming pleasure. The masked man’s cocks twitched, forming drops of precum, causing him to tremble. “Ohhhh, Gods!”

“Just the one,” Beatrice smiled.

“My Goddess!” the man prostrated himself again before the cock-granting succubus.

“I even threw in an extra ten minutes for you to enjoy the feeling of cock between your legs when we’ll have to return back.”

“I had thought you would return my old, average cock,” the masked man said, breathing heavily. “I dared not dream that you would grant me not one, but two and even bigger cocks than most of my friends!”

“To restore original, severed cocks is a power only one has achieved,” Beatrice said. “But you best not waste any more time—two nubile eighteen-year-olds are waiting just beyond that door, wet and ready for your new cocks!”