The dildo feels like living flesh.

The Akkadian stares mesmerised by huge black dildo jutting from his crotch. Even the womanly form from which the false cock proudly juts does nothing to dampen the elation which the assassin feels from having a member once more. With his tiny female hand visably shaking he reaches down to stroke the leathery shaft with his slim fingers.

"By the gods!" The Akkadian gasps as his fingers touch the fearsome tool and his fingers flinch back from the shaft as though it has stung him. "I felt my touch upon the shaft."

Entranced his fingers once more touch the black dildo and the arcane runes on it's surface pulse with light. His womanly fist grasps the imitation cock and he moves his hand up and down the shaft just as if he was jerking a living member. The assassin moans and sighs with pleasure as the magical artifact transmits the sensations of a real penis to him.

"It feels just like having a real cock between my legs." The assassin blurts out. Realising his ill thought words he quickly adds, "I mean what I imagine a real cock must feel like to a man."

"Aha! So that was that foul witch's pleasure then." Trimon exclaims, laughing heartily and slapping his thigh as men are wont to do to express amusement. "No doubt she envied men their penises and sought to feel our power herself by fashioning this thing by her black arts."

Though the assassin had always hated magic, the effect of this artifact upon him was the opposite of revulsion. His hand caressed the dildo lovingly as his face shone with an expression of pure bliss. Looking up his eyes meet Naerwyn's and the redheaded thief is shocked by the cruel avarice she can see in the Akkadian's eyes as he looks upon her.

"If that is the effect upon the wearer I wonder what will be the effect to those that receive it?" Trimon wonders out loud. "Ready yourself novice, I am eager to see this device at work."

Naerwyn reluctantly does as the warlord commands. Crawling onto the bed she rests upon her knees and elbows with her rump raised up like a bitch in heat. She looks back over her shoulder as the Akkadian approaches her still caressing the dildo. Naerwyn's expression shows her mixture of trepidation and suppressed anger.

The Akkadian crawls onto the bed behind his partner in crime and he advances until he between her splayed thighs. The bulbous tip of the fake cock is brought into contact with the thief's cunt and she turns her head unable to meet the assassin's lust filled eyes any longer. The Akkadian rubs the dildo's tip up and down the slightly parted crease of Naerwyn's netherlips, the juice from her earlier exertions coating the black leather and lubricating it ready for use.

"Oh yes!" The assassin cries out as a thrust of his hips drives the head of the magical cock into Naerwyn's tight furrow.