Run Back to Your Room

Gawain looks at you horrified, his face also a bright shade of red. You presses himself up against the back of the counter and leans over to you.

“What’s happening? Are you ok?” His concern ringing through his voice.

Just then, the invisible hands focus their torment on your rod, teasing it with gentle fingertips and scratching. You stumble away from the barstool and hobble as quickly as you can to your room. As you mount the stairs, your rod is loosely grasped with one hand as it begins to work your shaft slowly. By the time your reach your door, two hands are gaining momentum as they firmly stroke your entire cock. You fumble to unlock your door and throw it open, afraid of a public spectacle if the hands continue pleasuring you to completion.

The second the door closes, you begin frantically stripping, kicking off your boots before undoing your belt. You don't know what exact magic the witch has done to you, but you have a feeling you know what you're going to see. Your shaky hands try multiple times to untie your pants before the knot finally breaks loose, allowing your pants to fall. You lift your baggy shirt and peer down at your crotch. In the pale moonlight, all you see is smooth skin where your member used to be.

Before you can fully process this sight, something warm and wet envelopes your invisible rod. The sudden change causes you to recoil in an attempt to break free but to no avail. You begin to sweat as pleasurable heat travels through you as you remove your shirt in a **** attempt to cool yourself. It’s then that you remember that the witch had sent you home with a wrapped object!

You light a lamp to gain some visibility before scrambling around the room to find the gift. You are occasionally **** to stop as the specter forces you to ride the edge, letting you get just enough control over yourself before continuing their pleasuring. After searching and edging for what feels like an eternity, you finally find it underneath your bed no doubt having fallen when you plopped down to sleep. Your senses become overwhelmed as the warm **** on your dick becomes unbearable, the **** slamming into your balls with speed and power. Unsure if you are able to hold back, all you can do is wonder whether or not you can orgasm in your new state. Your balls tighten and just when you think you're going to shoot, you feel the wet warmth remove itself entirely forcing you to ride the last edge. You instinctively reach down to stroke yourself to completion but it grips the air in vain. Realizing you are helpless to finish yourself off, all you can do is sit and wait until the throbbing subsides. The brain fog subsides and you remember the package laying on the floor. You pick it up and begin unraveling the first layer of fabric encasing it, revealing that there’s writing on the inside. The new gaps in the fabric show that the object inside is smooth and gray like stone and it’s oddly curvy form takes shape. Before you even finish unraveling, you recognize the object. It’s the stone relic. On the fabric it’s written:

Something to remember our time together. I promise to keep yours happy!