“The discomfort should already be passing. Check the size of your fid. Let’s make sure it works.”
Falco looked down at his penis, still aching a little. He was very pleased to see the effects the ring had. His dick lay there at double its previous length. The girth was phenomenal. He could not believe how heavy it felt as it sprawled there across his thigh twice as long and twice as thick as he was used to.
“How’s that?” Ellister chortled, proud to see the effects of his work. Falco’s new cock was magnificent, soft though it remained. Ellister reached over and gripped it. He began pumping it, trying to make it erect. “Get nice and hard for me, Falco” he implored, forgetting his dignity. “I want to suck you off right now.”
Falco briefly considered fastening himself back up and leaving without letting Ellister have his blow job. But he had agreed to the price and he would keep his bargain. He stood there letting that deviant High Elf play with his big new penis because that was the negotiated cost. He did not enjoy it, however, and that was obvious from the way it remained limp.
Though Ellister was was running his hands up and down the full, immense length of his new manhood, he was unable to get Falco’s dick up for the proposed cocksucking.
Falco wanted desperately to get hard. He needed to get out of the public eye before someone found Thorsona and Bauer and started looking for him. He therefore needed Ellister to suck him off quick. One of the fags watching made a derisive joke at the expense of his unresponsive cock and the others laughed. That didn’t help.
He had a sudden inspiration. He looked over at Greigh’s wife, being a slut. She had yet another volunteer to show Greigh how to properly fuck her. She was cumming all over the prick of that latest volunteer. Greigh was furiously pumping his cock as he watched his wife give herself to the fourth stranger of the night. The sight of her humiliating her husband like that excited Falco. Finally, his new cock grew. It quickly reached it’s full magnificence. There was a roar of amazement from the fags watching him. He was exceedingly pleased with the size. He swung it’s bulk straight at Ellister’s mouth.
Seeing Falco finally rampant, Ellister slipped off his chair and down onto his knees. He began to happily suck on the huge thing. He was so very proud of how well his charm was working and so happy to be sucking on the success of his efforts..
He was thrilled that the new cock had the same elegant curve he had admired in Falco’s previous erections. He crammed as much as he could into his mouth, though hardly half fit in.
The gay folks in the tavern were making such a fuss over the size of Falco’s monster prick that everyone else came over to marvel at it, too. Despite the humiliation of a queer sucking him in front of all those people, Falco could not help but be aroused by his new cock and by everybody seeing it. He remained fully rigid for the entire blowjob. Everyone was watching and cheering and making ribald comments. He was very pleased and very proud as Ellister kept knob-gobbling him.
It took maybe fifteen minutes for Falco to blast his load because having a male suck him off did not turn him on. He tried thinking about Cadwarra and how pleased she would be when she saw his huge size. He fantasized as to how her tight cunt would feel as he stuck his entire length into her moaning body. That got him turned on. He felt his orgasm begin.
He pondered his future with Cadwarra while Ellister sucked. She would want him to marry her. He would lead her on about that while he fucked her brains out. Eventually he would have to agree to marry her…once her belly began to swell with his child. She would need to agree to have his child or there would be no marriage.
The thought of impregnating Cadwarra as he held her down…against her will…brought his orgasm to completion. He began to fill Ellister’s mouth with splurges of slathering spunk.
Ellister was delighted by how long Falco had lasted but was glad enough to finally feel Falco’s big immense cock writhe in his mouth and begin to flood his tonsils with yummy Wood Elf cum. The shaft of the penis did not just twitch the way it normally would when a pretty young boy came, Falco’s new hugeness thrashed around like a trout trying to jump out of a frying pan. He poured a seeming gallon of semen into Ellister’s mouth as he orgasmed. Ellister gulped it down but Falco just sent more out of his prick and down Ellister’s throat.
Ellister already knew Falco shot a lot, but the charm had further increased his volume. And why hadn’t Llisanya told him how good Falco’s cum tasted? It was wonderful. He swallowed every bit. He wished Falco would never stop cumming.
At last Falco pulled his spent cock out of Ellister’s mouth. Ellister was still holding him by the hips and tried to pull his pelvis back to keep Falco’s cock in his mouth a little longer, trying to get the last of the yummy cum dripping out of his cock.
But Falco decided he had fulfilled the agreement. He pulled free, yanking his cock away from Ellister, considering that full payment for the charm having been made. His prick was now soft and, free of Ellister’s lips, it swung down and slapped against Falco’s leg. The tip touched his knee. The sight of it hanging down that far occasioned a cry of admiration and a round of applause from the crowd, impressed by the size of Falco-the-Faggot’s cock, even when flaccid.
Falco was too embarrassed to stay, even had he dared linger and risk the authorities coming in search of him. Not even acknowledging Ellister’s pathetically sincere thanks, he did his leggings up, grabbed the bo staff and hastily excited the premises. He knew the humiliation of this public performance of homosexual debauchery would haunt him his entire life. He rushed into the dark street, glad to have the night hide his face.
It was a bit of a hike to the entrance to the Down Below in Elddar Grove. What’ser Name had mentioned another entrance just up the road. “It’s one of the many other Down Below entrances” she had explained “but the Elddar Grove one is more direct and more private to access.”
He decided he better get out of sight as soon as possible. He would use the closer entrance. He picked the locks, by now it was child’s play. He slipped down in and found himself in a twisting passageway. He moved forward.
He knew from his previous visit through the Down Below that some places were warm and dry. He would need to find a good place to sleep, then in the morning he would find Arabella or What’er Name to help hide him. He would need to get to 13 Tranquil Way and hunker down there until Sprockfuddle was let out of jail, but he had no idea where Tranquil Way was located. He would leave the Down Below early tomorrow and just ask someone for directions, maybe a guard. It took him a moment to realize how stupid that would be.
Falco moved further down the corridor. He quickly found it was not so easy to find his way. Surely he would eventually recognize a familiar landmark as he wandered around. When he was with What’ser Name it all seemed so easy to navigate the twists and turns.