Take Liens up on her offer and consent to using the pump

{if Liens Milked = 1}It felt very strange to go from having Liens use this to milk her own tits to now using it on your own genitals, but if she wasn't concerned about it, you wouldn't be either. She was the genius inventor here. You told her you were now ready to use it for its originally intended purpose. Just to be careful, you asked her to clarify one more time: this was safe, right? Her nipples were one thing, but if this machine did anything harmful to your penis, it was technically interfering with your mission as a squire.{else}You hadn't brought the pump here with any idea that it would be used for something like this, but it sounded like she didn't judge it to be dangerous in any way. You were no stranger to masturbation-- even before Geod's new edict of sexual freedom in the church, there'd been no rule strictly forbidding that. This just sounded like a way to accomplish much the same, but with the benefit of technological assistance-- the cutting edge of glad-handing. Nevermind, you didn't want to think about any part of this machine being cutting edge. You asked Liens to verify one more time that this would be safe.{endif}

Liens sighed, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "This is the problem with non-inventors. Too chicken-shit. I work with gears. Grinding. Miniature explosions. Controlled. Bigger explosions. Barely controlled. I do all of that with scrap parts. Cheap stuff. And you're worried about having it injured by a high-end luxury pump like this? Chicken-shit," she growled, scratching the back of her teal-colored hair irritably with one gloved hand. "It's safe. Trust me. Angel made. Sold by guy who everybody knows to sell to squires. He wouldn't sell it if it was dangerous. They wouldn't make it if it was dangerous. Plus me. Genius inventor. Telling you it's not dangerous."

You supposed that if the safety of the device was triple-stamped and verified, there really wasn't room to complain any longer.

"Exactly. Now. Dick. Out."

When you were a squire trainee, coming up through the academy, you'd always dreamed of having one of the legendary saintesses ask to see your dick. Now that the moment was in front of you, it seemed a tad less romantic than you'd imagined it. {if Master = True}You told her that she would have to be patient; her way of ordering you around would just lessen your erection, which would be a problem as far as this experiment was concerned. That did seem to get her attention. She frowned and quieted down as you slowed things to your own pace, pulling yourself free of your slacks and placing them aside, then fishing your already semi-hard cock from its place to stand in the open air before her.{elseif Servant = True}That said, being ordered to whip it out still had the desired effect of increasing your erection, maybe more-so than the tender scene you'd been envisioning would have. Trying to keep a straight face rather than show your eagerness, you pulled out your semi-hard cock and let it stand before her, eager for the appraisal of a saintess and genius inventor.{elseif Chivalrous = True}That romantic ideal was pretty important to you, but if keeping your wife happy meant sticking your penis into some weird machine, then by golly, you'd do it. In a way, this was the closest it seemed like you were going to get to sex with her, so it was the closest you could come to honoring your vows. Feeling awkward as she watched, you fished your semi-hard cock out from where it was hidden and let it sit in the open air.{elseif Lady's Man = True}It didn't really matter-- you'd showed your penis to girls in weirder situations than this. Ordinarily, your aim was to get the penis in the girl watching, but you decided you'd try to make do with a machine tugging you off this time. You let your semi-hard erection out, waving it proudly as Liens watched with her eyes half-squinted.{elseif Freak = True}That was good, actually. Romance didn't do a lot for you. Having your dick machine-sucked while an angry elf watches you? Now that was more your speed! Frantically, you fished your semi-hard cock out from your pants, while Liens watched with a mixture of approval at your eagerness to comply and disapproval at how much you clearly wanted her to ogle your genitals.{else}The mission Geod gave you didn't need sentimentality or romanticism, true, but you'd always pictured there would be an element of that, anyway. With no real reason to object further, you dutifully unbuttoned your trousers, than brought your already semi-erect member to bare, allowing Liens to keep her eyes rooted on it with no hint of shame and only a little hint of undue arousal.{endif}

"Good. I know it's... different. Kind of weird. Showing it to me. But I appreciate it," the elf murmured, talking even more quickly than usual to let the words of gratitude spill out, before quickly overwriting them. "And it's good that you're already kind of hard. It's uh. Hm. Well, it's convenient."

You wondered if part of her wanted to ask if it was her or just the idea of the pump that had gotten you that way. If it was the former, would she be happy about that, or creeped out? You decided it was probably best not to pose the question directly.

"So now. We fit the rubber part over the head of your penis. Then. I turn on the machine. Let me operate. It's intuitive but. Not that intuitive. I don't want you to turn it up too high and. You know. Damage something."

You wondered if she was talking about the machine getting damaged or your penis? Once again, you didn't feel like the question was worth asking.

While you had all of these pesky questions on your mind, another one came into your head: don't you deserve a little more out of this? Liens was already asking a bit of you, making you expose yourself and stick your penis out with no sexual gratification besides putting it into some weird, unknowable machine. {if Liens Milked = 1}In this logic, you were conveniently forgetting that she'd already stripped down and milked herself and was, as a matter of fact, still standing there in just her leggings, but that was neither here nor there.{endif} Maybe you should try your luck and see if she'd be willing to sweeten the pot a little? It was your duty to serve Geod and the saintesses faithfully... but did not Geod Himself recently command His faithful to delight in pleasures of the flesh?