Carry it

Somehow Cassiopia’s embarrassed face asking you to destroy the thing if you didn’t use it was burned in your mind. Your curiosity about it piqued. So you picked up the dildo before almost dropping it again. It was warm and the material used felt like real skin. For a moment you let your hand run across it and felt as it throbbed and grew hot under your gentle caresses. Closer inspection found the urethra to be a hole… but no pre had come out so it could still just be a magic dildo. That was probably a thing in this world. Hefting it over your shoulder you made your way to the entrance.

As you headed to the exit, you were surprised by how easy the armor was to move in. Even the stupidly high heels felt comfortable and provided exceptional balance and footing. They armor had to be enchanted. You experimented, and it seemed resilient and despite how precarious it all looked, nothing moved or popped out of place. Definitely more magic.

Finally, not being able to put it off any longer you left the temple, painfully aware you were carrying an erect penis the size of your arm. At first you were surprised to hear cheers. You expected to return to a dead city but apparently, with the demons gone, what people that were left came out of hiding. The cheers turned to silence as the people observed your strange outfit as well as the dildo over your shoulder. It didn't help your situation that as you walked down the steps all those near the bottom could see under your skirt where you wore no panties.

Most gazes were confused but there were no small number that burned with lust. You could feel it as they recategorized you from hero who defeated the demons to wanton slut. What shocked you the most though was the way your body reacted. With each step you felt your already wet cunt grow wetter. You unconsciously spread your legs a little to give them a better look while one of your hands started stroking the cock.

Am I an exhibitionist?

You were embarrassed yes... but you were also painfully turned on. You could feel the blush reaching your ears... but this sexual thrill must be why people wore butt plugs in public…

If more of the gazes were that of lust you might have stayed and let them have you... but with most of the sentiment shifting from confusion to anger, you decided not to linger. You gathered what supplies you could from the belongings of your deceased knight companions and left the city. Behind you a trail of glistening liquid could be seen glinting in the sun.