A Devil’s Bargain

Oddly enough, the door to the sorceress’s chambers was open. Celine was nowhere to be found. Had Adelaide been thinking clearer, she may have noticed how odd this was. Celine was known, after all, for her attention to detail.

Adelaide, unfortunately, had a one track mind. Her kingdom was in danger. Her heart was too pure for suspicion at a time like this.

Soon, Adelaide was facing the great green tank. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. She couldn’t quite believe she was here. The plan was unthinkable, but also inevitable. Dudley could not be king and only a male heir could rule. This was her only option, as wretched as it was.

It was waiting for her, watching her intently. It seemed bigger than it should be. Adelaide had never seen a man’s penis in person, but she was certain no man was this big. The shaft was nearly as long as her forearm, and as thick. The balls were even more absurd. So heavy and full. For a moment, her resolve faltered. This was obviously a mistake. She couldn’t possibly go through with this.

Then, just as suddenly, Adelaide began imagining her friends dying all over again and her resolve returned in full. There was no other option.

The princess moved quickly, before her nerves failed again. With a terrific shove, she pushed the tank over so that it shattered on the ground in front of her. The orcish genitals flopped like a dying fish on the floor.

Princess Adelaide listened carefully, fully preparing for Celine come rampaging in at the sound of the crash. No one came. Assured that she would not be interrupted, Adelaide turned her attention to her dreaded task.

“I can do this…I must do this.”

She took off her night gown so that she was naked. The cool air stung her pale skin, but she paid it no heed.

With a deep breath, Adelaide marched forward and picked up the orcish penis in her hands. She was shocked at how heavy it was. She could barely lift it! Her delicate hands couldn’t fully wrap around the shaft.

The severed penis seemed to notice her touch, gently wiggling as she held it up to view. It was a horrible thing, and more horrible was the thought of taking it into her. Most horrible of all, however, was imagining the kingdom falling. Adelaide slowly lowered the base of the monstrous organ to her crotch.

“I, Princess Adelaide, renounce my womanhood. Oh eldritch remains, join with me and make me a man so that I may rule as king—Eeeeeeeek!”

It all happened so quickly.

Without warning, half a dozen tendrils sprouted from the base of the penis. Caught off guard, Adelaide slipped on the leaking slime and fell backwards.

Her screams filled the night, but no one answered them. Through the pain and agony, the stretching and stitching of skin and flesh, only one thought kept Adelaide sane: her people. She had to stay strong for her people.