Get dressed

You move over to the crate, going through it. You pull out the black, spiked armor, looking over it.

"Ah, the Armor of Ahriman. Very powerful, forged with the souls of the dead, and

You nod, wondering how to get into it. The armor begins to burn, before it suddenly bursts through the air, smashing into you as the plates quickly begin forming up, attaching to you. Within seconds, you find yourself wearing the black armor plates.

"Shit! Is that safe?" you ask in a terror.

"Of course," Lilith smiles.

You look over your armor, feeling impressed as you pick up the horned helmet, looking at it. You look down, noticing your left hand is bare, and more importantly, your flaccid cock hangs through a hole in your armor at the crotch.

"Uh... I think I have a few vulnerabilities," you say.

"Easily dealt with. My last master made some modifications to make his fun easier. Just utter "Sheath" to protect it and "Unsheath" to release it."

"Sheath," you say hesitantly.

You watch as a black armor forms out of shadows over your cock, until the armor is left with a large metal cock, ending with a spike.

"Interesting," you say, before looking down to the crate, grabbing the mace as you heave it up.

"That's the soul-forged Mace of Malevolence, used by every great warlord from Chieftain Ug-Thuruk to Delagmos the Defiler."

You wave the mace through the air, before resting it on your shoulder. You look into the crate, grabbing the last thing there, the black and silver cloak.

"And this?"

"That's just a silk cloak. Not everything's important, you know."

You shrug, tossing the cloak over your shoulder. Lilith twirls through the air before pausing, grabbing her statue. She holds it up as it begins to burn, changing shape. The glowing red stone reforges itself into a red stone gauntlet that fits tightly around your bare left hand.

"Is that everything?" you ask.

"Hang on. Check the bottom."

You lean into the crate, spotting a large, ebony ring at the bottom of the crate. You lean in, grabbing it, before realizing it's far too large for any human finger. You pause, thinking before leaning down, and whispering 'Unsheath'. Your cock pops free, and you slide your ring up the cock, to the base of your long dick. It fits perfectly.

"Beautiful. That's all you need. A ring for a king."

"Let's go, then," you say, heading up the stairs. "Sheath."

You move up, popping open the basement door and clambering into the store front.

"Abaddon!" Ober yells from behind you. "How dare you wear that!? That is incredibly expensive merchandise! Take it off at once."

You pause, turning around to find yourself staring at the fat, sweaty merchant who has treated you like shit all his life. His eyes widen as he ascertains the situation.

"I almost forgot about you," you say cheerfully as you turn around. "I'm sorry to say I've found a new ally, and I think I'll be quitting this post, if that's alright with you."

As Ober looks at you, succubus in toe and clad in the armor of a warlord, wielding one's weapons and looking like a being of absolute terror, his eyes widen and he frantically backpedals.

"Something wrong, Ober?" you grin maliciously. "You don't want to order me around, or give me a beating, or anything?"

"Please... just take the gold in the safe I have and leave me be," Ober says, tossing out a brass key from his belt."You can even have my horse, take it and leave the city, leave me. Please."