The next day...

You awaken just before dawn with an overpowering need to piss. The pain in your crotch had slowly subsided throughout the night and you had finally managed to get to sleep as the moon reached its zenith in the starry night sky. Stumbling into the bushes besides your small campsite you gingerly raise your robes and gently pull your dick out to water a nearby tree.

Fortifying yourself for what your might see, you peak down at your member held carefully between your fingers and almost drop it in startled shock.

Your cock has changed, and grown? You bend over to examine it closely, yes it has definitely grown! Rather than a small soft fleshy sausage you are holding something dramatically different. The skin around it is a deep crimson red with think purple veins webbed around it, the head of it a great pulsing mushroom pulsing and glowing like a misshapen ruby. It has long thick and heavy in its flaccid state; five inches long and as thick as a sword-handle!

It still throbs but not painfully anymore, it feels more like the pulsing of energy such as you have only sensed in the most powerful of artifacts back in the University of the Unseen. You roll it in your palm and give it a bit of a poke… nope, definitely not sore or tender anymore either. So what the hell is it?

Straightening back up with a sigh you relax your bladder and let your mind work over all you know about the ‘Rod of Domination’ as you relieve yourself.

The rod had to be something from a living source that had the enchanter’s blood on it and has been anointed by the nectar of a woman’s sex on it, just a minute though…

Didn’t your cock fulfill all those requirements?! Maybe not in the tradition sense but it was certainly part of something living; namely you. It definitely had your blood in it, if not on it, and had been covered in the love-juices of at least two women a few times over the last week. It fitted all the requirements; if not in the way it was originally meant to.

You smile uncertainly at the idea of having a ‘Rod of Domination’ hanging between your legs as you shake yourself off and return to camp to find Eisheth waiting for you.

Your newly enchanted manhood throbs at the sight of her; in her snug leather leggings that show off her slim legs, firm thighs and full rounded hips. The trim leather jerkin she wears displays much of her full cleavage and her flame red hair cascades down around her beautiful heart-shaped face, down over her slender neck and shoulders. You are no longer put off by the small horns protruding from her thick fiery hair, her shorts fangs or the black orbs that are her eyes. You can feel a growing, urgent power coalescing in your groin as she stands before you looking fresh, clean and gorgeous despite several days of hard traveling.

“You should not stray too far from me Master.” She says in warning. “We are entering the perilous centre of the Grimward Forest and there are terrible creatures dwelling here that will not appreciate our intrusion.”

Her inky eyes look you up and down searchingly as her pretty forehead wrinkles in a thoughtful frown.

“I sense there is something different about you this morning, though I do not know what it is…” her voice trails off as it comes to rest on your groin.

You look down and realize that the thick material of your robes has tented out obscenely as the Rod between your legs has hardened at the inhumanly sexy sight of her; Eisheth just licks her full soft lips at the sight of your arousal.

“Does my Master require my humble services this morning?” She asks in a hungry whisper.