Take Furgus the talking cock sword

Although you are intrigued by the powerful imagery associated with the thorned whip, you are more interested in a weapon with clear power. You could also use a traveling companion, and what better than one who is completely at your mercy?

You reach down and grasp the warm, fleshy cock that serves as the handle of the talking sword Furgus. The sword groans as you lift it from the box and you feel the prick begin to stiffen further in your hand.

"Oh yes, it's been 200 years since any maiden has touched me, let alone one so comely as you. No, hows about doing me a favor, love?"

"And why should I?" you ask.

"Because if you do me a favor your pleasure will charge my strength and the next time you use me in battle I'll explode with great fury and destroy your enemy. You don't want to go into battle with a limp noodle, do you?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"See that pile of treasure over there?" You do see the pile the sword is talking about. "Jam my blade into it and then use me however you want. As long as you satisfy me you'll find I am a great ally."

"You're a sword," you counter, but you're already walking over to the pile of treasure. You jam the blade into the pile, the heavy coins and baubles holding the sword firmly in place with its fleshy handle sticking up. You give the sword's cock a few strokes and a pearly of precum dribbles out and over your fingers. Furgus moans.

"Alright," you say, climbing atop the pile of treasure and kneeling above the sword's cock, "but you hold out until I cum, then you can cum."

You line up your slippery slit with the throbbing sword cock and then sit, skewering yourself on the flesh handle until you feel yourself sitting on its balls. Furgus groans loudly and immediately you feel the sword cock throbbing inside you and spurting a massive load deep into your womb. You bounce up and down, quickly trying to catch up, but there's no way you can outrun the huge orgasm Furgus is having. The sword shouts with pleasure, the blade quivering in the piled of treasure, and empties its cum into your creamy cunt. It gasps and softens and you realize you're already dissatisfied with the sword.

"Are you going to be this lame every time?" you demand and lift yourself off of the sword cock, its white cum dripping and slopping out of your cunt.

"Only once every two-hundred years. Keep me happy and I'll keep you happy. I promise."

You pull the sword back out of the coins and stuff it into the sheath. You find some clothes that suit you - a simple skirt and slightly revealing peasant blouse - and you ascend the drafty staircase to the surface door. Furgus complains that you won't be naked anymore.

"Shut it," you say. "You better be good if you want any more fun with me."

The sword quiets down and you travel for a few hours and cross a treacherous mountain bridge over a deep valley. You travel through a sunlit pine forest. When you emerge you stand before a massive mountain capped with snow.

This is the heart of the Dragon's Spine known as Great Peak. High atop it, at the limit of the tree line, the druids make their home. It will take you a day to climb. At the base of the mountain, alongside a clear stream and a narrow mountain road, you see a modest inn with a turning water wheel. A few horses are hitched outside. The sign marks the inn as the Wayward Lass and depicts a bawdy young lady sitting and holding two mugs of ale.

You could sure go for a warm bed and a cup or two of ale, but it would probably be best to continue your journey. You lost track of time in the gnome tunnels, but it seems early afternoon. If you started climbing now you could perhaps reach the druids by tomorrow morning. Or you could order a hot meal and perhaps take Furgus out of his sheath for yourself or someone else.