Cock ring (Censored)

Alice lay there for a long moment, chest rising and falling, the room still warm and quiet after the intense fucking that left even her succubus holes stretched and sore.

Candy Town’s winter lights glowed faintly through the window. Nia slept beside her, wings folded, one arm heavy and possessive across Alice’s waist.

In Alice’s hand, the ring gleamed.

A phoenix motif, wings flared, the gem at its center holding a faint inner glow, like embers that refused to die.

A-Rank: Phoenix Ring

Daily Resurrection.

She rolled it between her fingers, frowning.

“With you around,” she murmured quietly to the empty room, “and my own… thing,” she added, thinking of balefire rebirth, “this feels… excessive.”

Her tail stirred lazily. “Excessive is your brand.”

Alice snorted softly.

Her thoughts drifted.

Give it to Nia? It's a bit early in the relationship to give her girlfriend a ring and she was kind of worried it might cause a misunderstanding, though the thought did make her heart race.

Give it to Leo? The idea tugged at her, guilt curling unpleasantly in her stomach.

…Or keep it.

She glanced down at herself, nude, warm, still buzzing with power. A crooked smile crept across her face.

“Okay,” she muttered. “This would be fun.”

She slid the ring down onto her 10 inch cock sliding it all the way to the base without issue as the ring size adjusted.

For exactly half a second, nothing happened.

Then the metal tightened.

Alice blinked. “…Wait.”

She tugged experimentally.

It did not move.

It locked.

The phoenix gem flared once, sharp and bright, then dimmed into a smug, ember-red glow.

Alice froze.

“…No.”

A familiar chime rang out in the air, crisp and far too cheerful.

SYSTEM MESSAGE

ITEM STATUS UPDATE

Phoenix Ring → CURSED ETERNITY BAND

Binding Condition: Applied to… unconventional slot.

Effect:

Resurrection effect retained

Item cannot be removed manually

Item adapts to wearer’s pride, hubris, and poor life choices

Resulting personalized effects attained.

Priapism aka Permanent erection

Constantly leaking precum

Endless refractory period

Dice:

“Oh WOW. You really pissed that phoenix off, huh?”

Another line flickered in.

Dice:

“Either that, or the Dungeon Goddess hates you.”

Dice:

“Probably both.”

Alice stared at the glowing ring.

It stared back.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed.

Her tail wheezed with laughter. “You turned a miracle artifact into a curse.”

“I thought it would be hot and funny.”

Dice:

“Sweetie. You slammed a phoenix through a mountain, ate its heart, and then turned its soul into a cockring.”

Alice groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, one arm over her face.

“Great,” she muttered. “So now I’ve got a resurrection cock ring that won’t come off.”

The gem pulsed warmly, almost approvingly.

From beside her, Nia shifted in her sleep, murmuring Alice’s name, fingers tightening possessively at her side.

Alice found out what “cursed” really meant about ten seconds later.

At first it was just heat.

Not the pleasant, low-burn warmth she was used to. This was pressure. A steady, intrusive thrum running through her body like a spell that refused to resolve. Her muscles tensed, breath hitching as her mana tried and failed to settle.

“…oh,” she muttered.

Her cock refused to relax.

Refused to come down.

Mana prickled uselessly under her skin, caught in a loop with nowhere to go. The ring pulsed once, warmly, possessively, like it was satisfied with its work.

Alice groaned and rolled onto her side, immediately regretting it. “Nope. Nope nope nope. That’s not okay.”

Her tail, still half-coiled in contentment, went very still.

“…Alice,” it said carefully. “You appear to have locked your body into a permanent ‘engaged’ state.”

“I NOTICED,” Alice hissed.

She tried to breathe through it. Focus. Ground herself the way Nia had taught her. In. Out. Slow.

Nothing changed.

If anything, the feedback made it worse.

The ring glowed faintly again, as if amused.

Alice slapped a hand over her face. “Dice, I swear to Bastka, when I find a way to punch you ”

She felt movement beside her.

Nia shifted.

Alice froze.

Too late.

Nia’s eyes opened, sharp and instantly alert in the dim room. One glance took in Alice’s tense posture, the unnatural heat rolling off her, the way she wasn’t meeting her gaze.

Then Nia’s eyes dropped.

to Alice's cock.

Her expression flickered.

Confusion.

Recognition.

Arousal.

Then a slow, dangerous narrowing.

“…Alice,” Nia said softly.

Alice peeked between her fingers. “Hey.”

Silence stretched.

The inn hummed quietly around them.

Nia pushed herself up on one elbow, wings rustling faintly. “Why,” she asked, voice calm in the way that meant it absolutely wasn’t, “is your mana spiking like you’re in the middle of a combat trance.”

Alice winced. “Okay so. Funny story.”

Nia did not laugh.

Alice sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “I may have… experimented with the phoenix ring.”

Nia’s gaze sharpened. “Experimented how.”

“…Creatively.”

Another pause.

Nia reached out, fingers hovering just above Alice’s pulsing cock, feeling the heat without touching. “Most artifacts are not meant to be worn like that.”

“IN MY DEFENSE,” Alice said quickly, “the system did not specify prohibited slots.”

Nia stared at her.

Then incredulously, she started to laugh.

A short sound. Sharp. Almost disbelieving.

“You turned a A rank item,” Nia said, “into a cursed cock ring.”

Alice groaned. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad,” Nia replied, still smiling in a way that made Alice nervous. “How bad.”

Alice swallowed. “…Permanent effects.”

Nia’s smile faded.

“What kind.”

Alice took a breath. “My body’s stuck in a loop. My cock won't go limp. Mana’s feeding back into physical response instead of cycling I keep leaking pre cum. And I can’t remove the ring.”

The room went very still.

Nia’s hand settled on Alice’s cock, firm, possessive. .

“…Does it hurt,” she asked.

Alice blinked, surprised by the question. “No. Just… distracting. Constant.”

Nia nodded once. A decision formed behind her eyes.

“Then we’ll manage it,” she said. “Together.”

Alice turned her head to look at her. “You’re… not mad?”

Nia leaned down, forehead resting against Alice’s. Her voice was gentle. Almost fond.

“I’m annoyed you didn’t wake me first,” she said. “And I’m annoyed at the Dungeon Goddess. And at Dice.”

Alice's breath hitched as Nia's strong fingers wrapped around her throbbing shaft. The touch sent electric sparks racing up her spine, her hips bucking involuntarily into Nia's grip.

"Easy," Nia murmured, her thumb tracing lazy circles over Alice's leaking tip. "I've got you."

Alice whimpered, her tail thrashing against the sheets. The cursed ring pulsed warmly at the base of her cock, amplifying every sensation tenfold. Nia's palm felt like silk and fire combined, each stroke dragging Alice closer to an edge she couldn't escape.

"Nia, I " Alice's words dissolved into a broken moan as Nia tightened her grip, pumping with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Don't talk," Nia commanded softly, her crimson eyes fixed on Alice's face with predatory intensity. "Just feel."

Alice's head fell back against the pillow, eyes rolling as pleasure crashed through her in waves. Her cock throbbed desperately in Nia's fist, precum dribbling steadily over those pale fingers, slicking the way for faster, harder strokes.

The first orgasm hit Alice like a thunderbolt. Her back arched violently off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as thick ropes of cum erupted from her twitching cock. The hot seed splattered across her stomach and chest in messy streaks, but Nia didn't stop. Her hand kept moving, pumping Alice through the climax and beyond.

"That's one," Nia whispered, voice husky with arousal.

Alice sobbed, oversensitive nerves screaming as the pleasure refused to ebb. The ring glowed brighter, feeding the sensation back into her body in an endless loop. Her cock remained iron-hard in Nia's relentless grip, already building toward another peak.

"Too much," Alice gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets. "Nia, it's too "

"You can take it," Nia interrupted firmly, twisting her wrist on the upstroke in a way that made Alice see stars. "You're going to take everything I give you."

The second orgasm crashed over Alice before she could respond. Her body convulsed, hips fucking wildly into Nia's fist as another flood of cum painted her trembling stomach. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, the pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.

Nia leaned down, tongue dragging through the mess on Alice's belly, lapping up the warm seed. "Delicious," she purred against Alice's skin. "More."

Alice's mind began to fracture under the onslaught. The third orgasm blurred into the fourth, then the fifth. Each climax wrung her body dry only for the cursed ring to **** her cock back to full hardness within seconds. Nia's hand never faltered, stroking and squeezing with mechanical precision.

"Please," Alice babbled incoherently, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. "Please please please "

She didn't even know what she was begging for anymore. Release? Mercy? More?

Nia answered by speeding up her strokes, her free hand reaching down to cup Alice's heavy, churning balls. She rolled them in her palm, feeling them tighten and pulse with each impending orgasm.

"Six," Nia counted as Alice screamed through another release. "Seven."

Alice's vision whited out. Her horns scraped against the headboard as she thrashed, completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure. Her cock spurted weakly now, balls nearly drained, but the sensation remained just as devastating.

"Eight. Nine."

By the tenth orgasm, Alice had gone completely limp, her body twitching with aftershocks. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, mouth hanging open in a silent scream of bliss. Cum covered her from chest to thighs in a glistening, sticky mess.

Nia finally slowed her strokes, gentling her touch as she coaxed the last few dribbles from Alice's abused cock. The ring's glow dimmed slightly, seemingly satisfied for now.

"There we go," Nia murmured soothingly, pressing kisses to Alice's sweat-damp forehead. "Good girl. You did so well."

Alice could only whimper in response, her brain completely scrambled by pleasure. Her tail curled weakly around Nia's wrist, seeking comfort.

Nia gathered Alice into her arms, uncaring of the mess between them. She stroked Alice's hair gently, letting the smaller woman float in the aftermath.

"Rest now," Nia whispered. "When you wake up, we'll figure out how to manage this properly."

Alice nuzzled into Nia's chest, already half-****. The cursed ring pulsed contentedly at the base of her still-hard cock, promising more to come.

Neither of them noticed Alice's tail forming a make shift thumbs-up before going limp.

Nia waited until Alice’s breathing evened out.

It took longer than usual.

Even asleep, Alice radiated heat, mana flickering faintly beneath her skin like embers refusing to cool. Nia lay still beside her for a time, one arm draped protectively across Alice’s waist, listening to the quiet hum of the inn.

Contentment came first.

That deep, bone-settling satisfaction of knowing Alice was alive, safe, claimed, stronger than before.

Then the scent reached her again.

Faint. Lingering. Wrong.

Nia’s jaw tightened.

She leaned down, brushing a kiss to Alice’s forehead, gentle enough not to wake her. Her voice was a whisper meant only for herself.

“Rest,” she murmured. “I’ll handle it.”

She rose silently, wings folding in with disciplined precision, armor reforming around her body as naturally as breathing.

Outside the room, the inn’s hallway was dim and quiet.

Nia walked it barefoot, unhurried.

Predatory.

She stopped at the door down the hall and knocked once.

Firm. Polite.

After a moment, the door creaked open to reveal Nell, hair mussed, glasses slightly askew, clearly startled to see her.

Nell lingered in the doorway of the room, one hand still on the knob like he might retreat back inside. His eyes kept flicking down the hall, then back to her face, clearly sensing something off but not quite brave enough to name it.

“Oh— uh. Nia,” he said, pushing his glasses up. “Is everything… alright?”

Her gaze slid past him.

One bed empty.

The other rumpled.

The scent was here too.

Weaker now. Fading. But unmistakable.

“Where is Leo?” Nia asked.

Her tone was calm. Pleasant.

Nell swallowed. “H-He stepped out. Said he needed to… buy something. Food, I think. Or clothes. He didn’t specify.” He hesitated. “Is something wrong?”

Nia smiled.

It was a small smile. Courteous. Almost warm.

“No,” she said lightly. “Thank you.”

She turned as if to leave.

“Nia wait.”

She paused, just long enough.

Nell stepped fully into the hall now, shutting the door behind him. He rubbed at the back of his neck, clearly forcing himself to stay on topic.

“I actually… wanted to talk to you anyway.”

That earned him her full attention.

“Oh?” she said, turning back.

Nell took a breath. “I’ve been monitoring the mana flow since we got into Candy Town. I didn’t say anything earlier because things were… chaotic.”

“Mm,” Nia hummed. “They usually are around Alice.”

Nell winced. “Yes. Well. That too.”

He pulled up a holopanel with a flick of his fingers, translucent glyphs hovering between them. Lines of mana flow curled and twisted across it like glowing veins.

“This dungeon is nothing like the old Candyland,” he said quietly. “The ambient mana density is nearly triple. Higher than anything I’ve seen outside of raid dungeons.”

Nia’s wings shifted faintly at her back. “Yet the monsters aren’t matching that level.”

“Exactly,” Nell said, relief evident that she was following. “The mid-bosses are dangerous, sure, but not proportional. Most of the roaming creatures are… under-tuned. Like they’re running on leftovers.”

He tapped the panel, highlighting a slow, steady drain toward the center of the map.

“That means the mana isn’t being used,” he continued.

Nia’s eyes followed the flow lines without blinking.

“…the castle,” she said.

Nell nodded grimly. “There's something really dangerous there.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the hum of the inn filling the space between them.

“I don’t think stabilizing this portal is a good idea,” Nell admitted. “not ever. If we anchor it might turn out to be a terrible place for rookies to level.”

Nia folded her arms. “Which would eventually starve Ikos of New adventurers.”

“Yes,” Nell said softly. “Or worse. Overfeed whatever’s sitting at the center.”

He hesitated, then added, “It feels… intentional. Like the dungeon was rebuilt around that draw, not the other way around.”

Nia’s gaze drifted toward the far end of the hall. Toward the streets. Toward Candy Town. Toward the castle looming beyond it all.

He swallowed. “Then you understand why I’m worried. High mana, low aggression, stable population… This isn’t a normal dungeon.”

“It’s a snare,” Nia said.

“Yes,” Nell agreed. “For people. For mana. For attention.”

Another silence fell.

Nell shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable with how focused she’d become.

“…Is Leo in danger?” he asked, suddenly.

Nia looked back at him.

Her smile returned. Softer this time. Almost reassuring.

“Not from the dungeon,” she said.

That was not the answer he’d asked for.

Nell opened his mouth, then closed it again, choosing survival over curiosity.

“I’ll… keep monitoring the flow,” he said weakly. “If anything spikes, I’ll alert you. Or Alice.”

Nia nodded. “Good.”

She turned fully toward the stairs this time.

“Nia?” Nell called after her, unable to stop himself.

She paused again, just once more.

“…Be careful,” he said. “Whatever’s in that castle— it’s deadly.”

Nia’s wings rustled softly as she descended the first step.

“So am I,” she replied.

She turned away before Nell could ask another question.

The night air outside the inn was cold and sweet, sugar snow drifting lazily under lantern light. Candy Town glowed softly, unaware.

Nia stood still for a moment, eyes closed.

She breathed in.

There.

A thread of Alice’s scent clung stubbornly to Leo’s trail, woven through the streets like a confession written in mana instead of words. Nia followed it without effort.

She was not angry at Alice.

Alice was a succubus. Desire was part of her nature. Power flowed where instinct led.

No.

This was Leo’s fault.

Nia’s wings unfurled slightly as she began to walk.

“I won’t blame you for surviving,” she thought calmly, following the trail deeper into town. “But I will correct the mistake.”

Somewhere ahead, a bell chimed as a shop door opened.

Nia’s steps never quickened.

Nia felt him before she saw him.

Not the way she felt Alice that was instinct, love, gravity. This was scent. Lingering, unmistakable. Succubus heat and seed faintly guilty clinging to Leo like cheap perfume he didn’t realize he was wearing.

Her jaw tightened.

She followed the trail through Candy Town’s lamplit streets, past syrup-stone storefronts and sugar-glass windows, until it led her straight into a boutique trimmed in peppermint lacquer and soft winter lights.

The sign above the door read, in looping script:

CREAMSICLE STYLES

Nia stepped inside.

And immediately froze.

Leo was at the counter.

Hands planted. Posture stiff. Voice pitched half an octave higher than usual.

“No, that’s not what I asked for,” he said sharply, tapping the glass display with one finger. “I want something normal. Something practical. None of this ” he gestured vaguely at a rack of tailored coats and fitted trousers “ frilly nonsense.”

The shopkeeper blinked.

She was a candy woman, sculpted from warm Orange gummy with cream hair piled neatly into a bun. Her eyes were tired, but patient.

“All of our garments are practical,” she said evenly. “That coat there is lined for cold resistance and ”

“I don’t care about the stats,” Leo snapped. “I care about how it looks.”

Nia’s eyes narrowed.

The shopkeeper tilted her head. “You asked for winterwear suitable for travel and combat.”

“Yes,” Leo said, exasperated. “But also something… less.”

“Less what?”

Leo opened his mouth.

Closed it.

His ears turned red.

“…Less like this place,” he muttered.

Nia watched silently from the doorway.

He was still wearing the same outfit he’d arrived in, the skimpy, impractical, undeniably cute harem girl outfit that hugged his frame in all the wrong ways for someone who claimed to hate attention. The fabric clung to him. Framed him. Made the shop’s warm light catch on every curve he pretended not to notice.

The shopkeeper glanced at him, then at the rack he was rejecting.

“Sir,” she said gently, “these coats are cut to your size. If you prefer something heavier, we can adjust ”

Leo scoffed. “Of course they’re cut to my size. Everything here is trying to shove me into some some role.”

There it was.

Nia’s fingers curled slowly at her side.

The shopkeeper’s expression softened. “Sorry sir, I'm just following the protocol.”

Leo laughed, sharp and humorless. “Right. Sure. Like an NPC.”

The word landed wrong.

The shop went quiet.

The candy woman straightened, shoulders squaring. “I am not an NPC.”

Leo blinked. “I I didn’t mean ”

“You meant you don’t have to be polite,” she continued, voice still calm but colder now. “However there is no need to be rude sir.”

Nia took a step forward.

Leo didn’t see her yet.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding through embarrassment. “Look, I just want something masculine. Something that doesn’t make me look like…” He trailed off, gesturing at himself, face burning.

The shopkeeper followed his gaze.

Then looked back up at him.

“You look like someone who keeps finding reasons not to choose,” she said quietly.

That shut him up.

Nia watched the truth hit.

Leo’s jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists. He stared at the counter like it had personally betrayed him.

“I don’t want this,” he muttered.

The shopkeeper nodded once. “Then don’t buy it.”

Silence stretched.

Leo’s shoulders sagged, just a little.

“…Do you have,” he said reluctantly, “anything… cute?”

She gestured to a frilly dress hanging near the back.

Leo stared at it.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t reach.

Nia finally spoke.

“Leo.”

He flinched.

Turned.

Saw her.

All the color drained from his face.

“N-Nia ! I was just ”

Her eyes burned. Calm. Focused. Deadly.

“I know what you were doing,” she said softly.

The shopkeeper wisely stepped back.

Nia moved closer, stopping just inside his personal space. Close enough that he could smell her. Close enough that she could still smell Alice on him.

“You treat people here like scenery,” Nia continued, voice even. “You pick fights with fabric because it’s easier than picking one with yourself.”

Leo swallowed. “That’s not ”

“And you’re bad at lying,” she added.

His gaze flicked away.

Nia smiled.

It did not reach her eyes.

“Finish your shopping,” she said. “Politely.”

Leo nodded too fast. “Y-Yes.”

She turned toward the door, wings rustling faintly.

As she stepped outside, her thoughts were already settling. Cooling. Sharpening.

Alice wasn’t at fault.

Alice was what she was.

Leo, however, had made himself a problem.

And Nia had always been very good at solving problems.

Leo stepped out of Creamsicle Styles clutching a folded dress to his chest, breath tight, shoulders hunched.

The street was quiet.

Too quiet.

The candy lamps hummed softly. Snow-sugar drifted down in lazy spirals.

“N-Nia?” he said, already knowing.

She was standing right there.

Just… waiting.

Her wings were folded neatly behind her, posture relaxed, expression gentle enough that it set every alarm in Leo’s body screaming.

“I finished shopping,” he blurted. “I mean I was about to I just needed to think ”

Nia smiled.

Her hand lifted.

The air folded.

Leo didn’t even feel pain.

One moment he was standing in the street, the next the world snapped shut around him with a soft click, like a lid sealing.

Darkness.

Then awareness.

Leo screamed but the sound came out muted, swallowed.

He was suspended, weightless, curled instinctively, the inside of the core capsule faintly warm, faintly alive. He could feel the smooth surface around him as if it were his own skin.

Panic surged.

“NIA ! NIA PLEASE !”

The capsule shifted.

Outside, Nia rolled the small oval in her palm, studying it like a jeweler might study a flawed gem.

Her voice came through, calm and perfectly clear.

“Do you know why I waited until you left the store?”

Leo pressed his hands against the inside, heart hammering. “I I didn’t mean anything, I swear I was just trying to ”

“So was I,” Nia said gently.

She stopped walking.

The world inside the capsule steadied.

“I wanted to be sure Alice wouldn’t hear of this,” she continued. “no witnesses.”

Leo swallowed hard. “Nia, listen to me. I didn’t plan anything. I didn’t trick her. I didn’t ”

“You touched her,” Nia said, still soft.

The words landed heavier than a shout.

“You took something that belonged to me.”

Leo’s voice broke. “She chose she wanted she’s a succubus, she needs ”

“I know exactly what she is,” Nia said.

Her grip tightened just enough for Leo to feel pressure ripple through the capsule, squeezing his chest like a warning.

“And that is why this is not her fault.”

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“This,” she said, “is where you end.”

She gave him one last look.

Nia exhaled slowly.

And ended the call.