It had been a mortifying and oddly sexy day for Rennia Perillion, and somehow she found herself smiling. What an experience. If only Lya was here to see her. A melancholic thought, really.
Lyanna—she was going to have to get her back somehow. She knew she shouldn't have just let it end like that. But what could she do at that moment.
"Snip-snip!" Maeve snapped her fingers next to Rennia's face. The heat steaming out of the springs made the entire room foggy. A two-minute conversation with a certain village head, and they were set to use the more-private rooms. Rennia slipped the ring Gossamer had given her back on and then slowly drifted away from Maeve.
"You dolt! You've been fidgeting with the ring for like half an hour now. It's about time you let me examine that." She pointed to the ring, and Rennia brought it to her breast. It was "hers" after all, precious as it was. "Planar gifts are never cut and dry, especially not from a fae. Let me see it!"
Rennia groaned. "Fine. Don't lose it in the water or insert it anywhere you shouldn't."
"Degenerate." Maeve's face twisted in disgust, and then she turned to look at the ring of supposed power. It was probably some mana-boosting doohickey, nothing special—at least, that was what Rennia had thought.
Maeve produced her grimoire out of nowhere, and Rennia had to double-check. "Where did that come from? You keep it with you at all times, every time?"
Maeve didn't answer the question. She grunted and flipped through the book, memorizing something Rennia couldn't see from here, and then she chanted some words in unison. "Spectres of the unseen, spirits of knowing, grant me the sight to see the unknowing. [Inspection]!"
As the spell was cast, blue light surrounded the ring and merged with it. The ring glowed blue, and then as the light simmered down, all that was left was Maeve's reddened face.
"Well, why are you looking like a spoiled turnip? Did you cast an inspection spell?" Maeve still didn't reply and seemed to pout slightly as she stared at Rennia. "Well, what is it? Are you going to answer me or not?"
"Everything about you just revolves around depravity, huh?"
Rennia crossed her arms over her chest. "Come again. You're the one who decided you wanted to be stuck with me. Out with it!"
"It's a cock ring… I think. A very good one, I believe."
Rennia laughed. "I don't believe you. Don't be ridiculous. You're just making this up."
"To and the hells I am! Are you saying my spells are useless? This is and remains a cock ring. It was designed to sit around a phallic instrument of sex."
Rennia pondered. Never in her life had she heard of such a thing—and certainly not anywhere in Osterria, or the neighboring kingdoms of Selidia or Alquorii—had she heard of such a thing. It was almost too obscene, too degenerate.
Rennia had a smidgen of a blush, and then her mind had some ideas. "Well… what does it do?" Dungeon loot—serious dungeon loot, not some stash of gold. These were the things top adventurers would run into, things her mother had told her about. However, the thought of Gossamer making this for her was quite something. Or did she move it from some planar space. Did it belong to some Fae with a small penis or something.
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"Straight to business, huh? Fine." Maeve brought the ring closer. "Look, I don't know all of the properties. You're better off finding someone who can appraise these kinds of things and then, well, paying them a small price for it."
"Just tell me what you know. That looks way too small to fit on me. there's no way it can fit."
Maeve grumbled. "Alright, here's where I think it gets interesting. Again, you're better off finding an appraiser than listening to me."
"Just say it as it is." Rennia was frustrated. Being told the magical ring she got was designed to circle around her penis was the discovery of the century. Was this just her life now? Sex things for more sex.
"It can stretch—auto-resizing, I think—"
"Of course it can stretch. How else will it fit?"
"It will boost your mana, so you'll be able to cast better spells."
Rennia nodded. That was convenient, but not what she really needed. "Convenient, but that's a trait that would much rather suit you."
"Wait, here's the kicker. It can regulate your size, cap at certain points—"
"What? Are you saying it doesn't have to grow to obscene sizes?"
Maeve shrugged, her face still reddened. "I don't know, and we won't know until we test it."
"That's… that's kind of weird and cool. Gossamer, huh. She made me a tool so I can fuck people better."
Maeve lifted the ring up. "You can always sell it if you don't really like it, but… if it's really that weird, maybe you shouldn't."
Rennia tuned out. Gossamer, by now, knew exactly who Rennia was, what Rennia was, and who Rennia kind of served. This served Arosia's agenda in more ways than one. Hopefully the sexual stuff stopped at "specific encounters." Because her mind was running wild.
"Hey, are you listening to what I'm saying?"
Rennia blinked. Maeve was standing a few breaths away from her, practically against her face. "We need to test it. Better now than during an emergency in a battle." Rennia slowly backed away.
"You can't be serious. You want to put that around my 'penis'? I'm not so sure about that. I'm not used to doing kinky stuff like this."
Maeve rolled her eyes. "I gave you a handjob and ate a nice load coming from 'that.' I think we're more than acquainted enough to experiment." Yes, yes they were—but putting the ring around it was a pipeline into a deeper play she wasn't prepared for.
"Are you sure you want to test it with me? I can test it on my own, you know."
"Look, if you're going to use this—at the very least to test it—you're going to have to put it around that thing. You can't experiment doing that in battle."
"Can't I just put it around my fingers?"
Maeve shook her head. Enchantments like these were designed to function on certain parts. A simple ring? Maybe it works on your finger or your toe. But this ring was designed, or at least created, for this very specific purpose.
"Which is slinging it around my penis."
"Pretty much. We won't know until we test it. Besides, we're friends now, and I'm really curious… If you're uncomfortable, we can back away, but—I've never seen anything like this."
Rennia got rid of the undergarments that were covering her privates. Her cock flopped as she sat on the side, blushing as Maeve approached with a gleeful smile. Maeve was excited, too excited.
Maeve yanked Rennia's penis with a strong grip, her face smug. She had been flaccid before and in a pent-up state, but that quickly changed as Maeve took to stroking her member. Rennia jittered. "Do you… really have to be the person to slide it on? I can do it myself, you know."
Maeve's nails grazed the underside of her cock and Rennia's protest died with a gasp.
Maeve ignored her whimpering started stroking a bit more. "To properly test this, we need to ensure you're at the tip of your condition. For example, take your [Sexual Discipline] skill. Does it make you aroused when you're in battle?"
Rennia could only nod, her body already surrendering. She let the noble do what she wanted. Maeve brought the ring towards the tip and then put it there. It clearly didn't fit at all. "See? It doesn't fit. Doesn't make any sense. Your observation skills are horrid—"
The ring made a wet squelching sound akin to a blob. Then she felt it—tight coursing, like she had entered a tight pussy, but it slowly expanded. Metal expanding like it was nothing. She had never felt a sensation like that. It kind of felt like a field of mana was surrounding her dick, milking her. Which was weird.
"Ah!" A sudden jolt hit her as Maeve slid the ring to the bottom.
"Well? How does it feel?"
"Tight, but not too tight. I could get used to it, if it wasn't for this strange feeling of mana surging through me."
Maeve giggled. "That's normal with artifacts like that. The key is to keep it on for a long time."
Rennia pushed Maeve's hand away, causing the girl to frown. Then she started stroking aggressively. She felt herself grow from a delicate six inches to a to about seven inches. Her veins were bulging as magic coursed through.
Then suddenly she was stuck. She stopped growing. Her penis refused to cooperate. She pulled Maeve upwards and stared at her tits. They made the perfect target—those round but softer, supple breasts. She could drop a load of cum straight away on them, but she just continued stroking.
"Are you using me as jerk-off material?"
It was exactly what she was doing, and Maeve was playing that game again. "Don't pretend you don't like it. Just hold still for a moment. Can you cup your breasts?"
Maeve gave her a side-eye but positioned her hands near her torso. "Like this?" She arhced her bakc, and pushed her breasts forward, her nipples tight, waiting to be painted with white liquid.
Rennia nodded. That was it. It was perfect. Maeve squeezed her breasts together and then made a motion which Rennia really liked. It was sexy, it was lewd, and it reminded her of her past experiences.
She felt a block in her mind—something she could will at once, but was still a block. She could control her size to an extent. The ring, the "cock ring," functioned this way. She could send it commands, and it would stop or expand, and thereby allow her to expand. She did so, making it grow just slightly past the seven-inch threshold, and Maeve stared at it, mouth open, finally losing her smugness.
Maeve, unamused with Rennia's control of the stroking session, slapped her hand away. "Let me help, at least. It's horrible just staring all the time."
"Okay, if that's what you want, you naughty noble."
Maeve rolled her eyes and stroked a bit, but then she put the cock inside her mouth, surprising Rennia. Maeve started to suck her off, her mouth and wet saliva wrapping around her cock. Her eyes said—I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm hoping it would please you.
Her sloppy suction send electric feelings straight to her core, she put her hands on Maeve's head motioning her downwards.. Maeve's wrapped lips moved further down from the tip of her penis and started going down, sucking on her, her head bobbing back and forth. And then she made eye contact. Eyes defiant daring Rennia to take it too far.
It was awkward—this semi-experimentation combined with a hedonistic and likely lawless pleasure. Rennia didn't forget about the objective of this. Focusing on that block, she let the ring ignore the limitations of holding back and then let it grow freely as Maeve's wet saliva worked its way beyond her body.
Rennia refrained from coming. Instead, she moaned as Maeve made smooching noises on her member. Maeve went even deeper. Rennia had to do a double-take as she felt the wetness of her tongue be bypassed by something hollow. Maeve had gone all the way down and started deepthroating her. But with the restrictions of her ring let loose, she felt it was too much. seven and a half inches, and then eight.
Maeve choked on her cock, and Rennia's eyes widened. She tried pulling out—Maeve wouldn't let go. She fell backwards, overcome with pleasure, as Maeve kept sucking.
Instinctively, she made the ring shrink, and surprisingly it did. She felt herself decrease in size. However, the largest problem was Maeve's mouth became more overbearing as the space was freed. Rennia couldn't hold it. She didn't know if Maeve wanted her to cum again. However, Maeve noticed the convulsing motion and slowly slid her cock out, grabbing the wet cock and jerking it off as a mountain of cum sprung out. Landing straight on her breasts.
Rennia panted, and Maeve smiled towards her. "Satisfied?"
She didn't try swallowing this time.
Rennia nodded, then looked at her as if anticipating that very same action. Maeve gave her the stare back. "I'm not going to keep swallowing your body fluids—not if what you're saying is true about this Arosia."
Rennia sweatdropped. She really did expect her to. At least they had confirmed that the ring had its benefits. Still, it could be restraining. All that was left was testing it in combat. There was also the issue of glamour, but they could get to it later.
"Well, did it work? How did it feel?" Maeve asked, still holding her cock in her hands.
Rennia looked back at her cock, her hormones all over the place. If she wanted to go all the way, would Maeve be receptive? Probably not. Rennia stared at the messy bits in the water and then started laughing hysterically. They were going to have to clean this.
"We should get rid of all of this?"
"We?" Maeve asked.
Rennia nearly had a panic attack. Maybe cumming in public spaces wasn't a good idea.
"Calm down. I'm joking. Still, you need to see an actual appraiser. I can't see beyond surface effects—I can't value or assess levels. When we're in the city, you should try and find someone."
"And let them know I'm walking around with a cock ring? That's—"
"Ludicrous? Like I said, you could always sell it. Personally, I like it."
Rennia stared at this not-strange-anymore person. Was she starting to like her beyond her sexual issues? Maybe she was. But no new levels, no new skills—just Fae Glamour and a magic ring meant for fucking people. Her life was weird indeed.