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Despite your best efforts, the only logical course of action you see is to jerk-off the statue._ _Though the concept seems strange even in the current circumstances, you suppose weirder things have probably been done with magic. As you kneel down to get comfortable, you feel a sense of dread, in some way more intense than when you faced the Demon King the last time. But in a deep corner of your mind, something about this feels, right. As you shudder away that thought, you realize it's time to do this before you lose your nerve. You close your eyes as your hand forms a loose grip around the Statue's Penis, The Demon King's Penis. Despite how cold the rest of the stone statue was when you were inspecting it, the penis is warm. Very warm. You open your eyes expecting to see a real penis in it's place, but it indeed is still made of stone. However this isn't exactly the weirdest part of this whole situation, so you get to stroking. You lazily stroke it back and forth for the first few minutes, but there seems to be no real indication that anything is happening, so you tighten your grip. after a minute or so of this, still nothing happens. So you quicken the pace to a steady rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth, at about the same speed you did for yourself on the rare occasion the mood struck (usually after either Mira or Metia had gotten a bit too close to some water or a slime creature).

After this still failed to show any indication of working, you came up with a bit of an embarrassing idea. While it may not have been an option on your own, the statue's penis was sizeable enough that you could put your other hand to work. while doing this was tantamount to accepting your own penile inferiority, it's not like you had yours anymore anyway. Unlike before, you could feel something happen. As you began to stroke with both hands, you could immediately feel a slight throbbing sensation within the penis. With some renewed vigor, you once again increased the pace of your strokes, settling into a motion that sent your sizeable new chest into motion. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth you went for minutes on end, to the point that your hands started to hurt. Regardless, the statue's penis stood steadfast, that dull throbbing you felt never seeming to grow any more.