One Night at the Inn | Elyria Steele

Ciri couldn't believe it was hard again. She didn't know what had brought on the curse, but she had to do something more than what she'd been compelled to do so far. Pulling her newly acquired cock from the fly of her leather breeches she began stroking vigorously, despite being in the middle of the common room of the inn.

She just couldn't help herself; it felt so good. She would never have believed how wonderful it would feel to have a cock of her own and the joys of a male orgasm. She imagined the spectacle she was making of herself, but each time she got an erection all she could do was to wank it till it went away. This curse, she thought, was truly a powerful one.

"Excuse me, uh . . . miss?" came the voice of the serving wench from over her shoulder. Before she could continue, Ciri spurt strings of cum from the tip of her engorged prick. "Oh my!" the young woman exclaimed while smiling, unable to draw her eyes from the copious fountain of sperm that had sprung before her.

After Ciri had finally emptied her balls all over the floor, she looked up to the wench. "I'm so sorry!" she said, her face turned crimson.

The serving wench chuckled nervously and said, "Don't worry about it . . . not the first time I've had to clean up such a mess!"

Ciri felt her face turn even more flush. Before it became even more embarrassing, the young woman finally said, "This message is for you! The lady in our finest guest room said it was urgent you get it."

Keira Metz couldn't believe her luck. As she looked down from her room's balcony and scanned the common room, she smiled -- how fortunate she was that Ciri was at the very inn she was lodging at that night. Keira was feeling particularly randy, and had planned to find someone to share her bed with. Spying Ciri, and taking note of her new addition, caused the already growing tingling sensation in her nether regions to grow with haste. She only hoped Ciri would accept her offer to come up to her room.

“Thank goodness it's you!” Ciri said exasperatedly as she closed the bedroom door behind her. When she had been told she had a message from someone here at the inn, she was even more embarrassed about someone she knew seeing the spectacle she had made of herself jacking off in the common room. The curse that had befallen her was causing her to abandon all decency and play with her newly acquired dick regardless of her whereabouts. However, seeing the note was from Keira Metz, she could think of no one better suited to help her than the sorceress.

“Yes, I'm glad I spotted you from my room's overlook of the tavern below,” Keira said. She wore nightclothes that were lacy and white - delicate attire that said she was not planning to go out any time soon. “You know, I could have sworn you were . . . well, sitting with your pants down?”

“Damn this curse!” Ciri said, her hand rubbing the crease in her brow. “You're not wrong, but you must understand, I believe I'm bespelled and can't control myself!”

“What do you mean?” Keira asked, unable to hide the small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth.

“Well . . . see for yourself!” Ciri said before tugging down her leather pants to present her semi-hard cock bouncing it's arrival between them.

“What in the . . . !” was all Keira could muster.

“I've been cursed. I awoke the day before yesterday, and I had grown . . . THIS!”

“Fascinating,” Keira said, straining to sound clinical. “May I touch it?”

“Whatever you must!” Ciri said as she shrugged her arms out to her sides. “I can barely do anything but play with it. It's all I can think about!”

“Hmmm,” Keira said as she gently held it in her hand. She could not help but stroke it a little. “I will have to run some tests . . . if it's alright with you.”

Ciri felt like things were immediately spinning out of her control. Keira was dressed so provocatively and her hand felt so good on her stiffening member. Ciri swallowed the lump welling in her throat and said, “Yes, please. Whatever it takes to rid myself of it.”