~ The Battlefield — Reinforcements
The demon's cock was heavy. Limp, but heavy — the kind of heavy that announced itself through the air, the weight of it pulling the shaft downward, the head swinging between his thighs as he moved. Spikes ran along the underside — small, hardened qi protrusions, each one a quarter inch of condensed spiritual energy that would tear flesh like a serrated blade. The shaft was dark, almost black, the skin rough, the veins thick and visible even flaccid. As he hardened — and he was hardening, the blood rushing in, the shaft straightening, the spikes becoming more pronounced — the cock rose to its full, ridged, nightmare length.
