Guin examines the dick that defeated him. He doesn't know if it's from some trick of the light or something, but it seems bigger when he's down on his knees. Tide comes closer, putting the erect cock on Guin's face while his balls rest on his chin.
"Here I thought I'd cum first, but I see now why you lost. You wanted me to win, right? So you had an excuse to suck cock?"
Guin tried to shake his head in response but couldn't, with Tide's girth resting on him. He inhaled deeply, the smell of Tide's musk quickly invading Guin's nostrils. He couldn't move away, not from the cock that defeated him, he thought. But, were those really his thoughts? Or was it just the collar?
"Lick."
Tide commanded from above, and all speculation escaped from Guin's head as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He lapped at the potent masculinity, realizing now it actually HAD gotten bigger! Slowly he licked at the balls and up the shaft, counting the inches in his head. 5, 6...7...8....9! 9 inches!
"Heh heh heh, you realized it by now? Master put a curse on me, that my dick grows for every time I think of something naughty and don't cum, and I'm thinking of a lot of things with you Guin."
He could tell Tide wasn't lying. He felt the dominant **** growing with every lick, finally stopping at 11 inches! It was almost as big as the minotaur!
Guin moaned, loving the taste, did he? But the croc's deep moaning was all the worthwhile.
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