"Why do you always poke me with your thing in the morning?" she grumbled rather incoherently.
Breath growing more and more disorderly, Ysilnod leaned in to kiss her puffy cheeks without saying a word. Due to the silencing spell cast on him, he was unable to tell his mistress the punishment he was forced to bear every night and that her wicked brother had invented a strange potion that kept him hard all night without being granted relief. Even after the chilling bath, he remained rock-hard down below. Before that, there was the whirring magical tool, and even before that, the vibrating ice balls that were inserted into his body sent a jolt of electricity through his body if he did not clench and apply pressure to it.
Tiamat not only had the creativity of a child but also the wisdom of a g
