Before you judge me, I need you realise that this was my job, my mission, my purpose.
And as such, I had to get some kind of training.
"Get on your knees," I said. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."
The red-haired barmaid— whose name I didn’t remember— was on her knees in the tavern’s back room, eyes growing wide at the growing bulge in my pants.
It was near freezing in the unheated room, but her face was flushed with lust. Drops of sweat beaded her cheeks.
I slipped in when I noticed the eyes she was giving me, not that she exactly planned for this part.
The neck of her dress hung so low that her large, freckled tits looked ready to flop out at any moment.
In the next room over, I heard the barmaid’s husband, whoowned and operated Redbeard’s Tavern, joking with guests as he poured mugs of ale.
Just minutes earlier he had filled my glass with frothing ale. Now I was about to froth his wife.
Ha! How ironic.
The barmaid reached out to rub my bulge and then jerked her hand back, shocked at its size and warmth.
"C’mon babe," I said. "Get to work. You know the drill. Pants down. Mouth open. Cock’s not going to suck itself."
"But m-my husband ..."
"You’ve been fucking me with your eyes all evening. You want this even more than me. I’m doing you a favor."
"But what if he catches us?"
"Then he’s in for a show. Pants off, honey."
She hesitated, but only for a moment. With deft movements she undid the drawstring and tugged my trousers down. My cock popped out and slapped her across jaw.
She gasped.
"It’s so big!"
My new cock—magically enhanced with demon magic— was now thirteen inches long. More than double its previous size.
The barmaid’s jaw dropped toward the floor. She was getting cross-eyed just from looking at it.
"Still worried about your husband?" I said.
The waitress didn’t respond. Because my cock was now pressing against her uvula (or whatever that dangly thing is called.)
She tried to deep-throat me, but got less than halfway before she gagged. Her eyes watered and she pulled back, coughing and spluttering, saliva dripping onto her tits.
"Gods above us, " the barmaid said. "You’re huge, Payes."
"Oh my god." I but back a groan and guided her head back down. "Less talking, more sucking."
The barmaid gulped. She began to attack my shaft again, working slower this time.
She pumped my shaft with her hands as she flicked at the upper third of my cock with her tongue.
I moaned. Shivers of pleasure ran down my spine. It was a mediocre blowjob at best, but my powers made me sensitive to sexual stimulation.
"Rosa!" shouted the tavernkeeper. "Rosa! Where are you? More ale for the customers!"
"One second!" she shouted back with her cheeks full of cock. "I’m busy!"
"With what?"
"Cock!"
My eyes widened as she blurted out.
"Stock? Okay, well hurry it up!"
Rosa grinned at me.
She stood up, turned around, and hiked up her skirt, jiggling her ass. Beads of pussy juice sparkled in her red pubic hair like morning dew.
"You heard my husband," she whispered. "We’ve got to hurry up."
I grinned.
"That’s more like it."
Rosa clearly wasn’t used to a cock as large—or as magically enhanced as mine. I couldn’t even fit halfway inside her.
And I was barely five strokes in before she started squealing and cumming all over my cock. White cream streamed down her inner thighs, oozing in cheesy strings down onto the freshly mopped floor.
"I don’t understand ..." Her whole body was quivering. "Why does it feel so good? Something is buzzing inside of me ... I’m melting ... I’m floating ... You’re way better than my husband! Way better!"
"Rosa!" her husband shouted. "Come! Now!"
I leaned forward and fondled her tits.
"Sorry Rosa. Your hubby’s calling."
I could’ve kept going for a long time. But it was rude to keep a husband waiting. And besides, I had other business to attend to.
I buried my cock deep inside Rosa’s pussy and emptied my balls.
Rosa hit her second orgasm and collapsed onto the tiles, pulling me on top of her.
She lay under me like a beached dolphin, panting, soaked with sweat, ass cheeks quivering like a vat of jello on a boom box.
In the next room a bard began to sing a jolly song. The guests clapped along to the beat, oblivious to what had just happened.
For a few seconds, I lay on top of the tavern keeper’s wife, enjoying the post-O glow. Then I pulled out and slipped my cock into her mouth.
Rosa began to suck and lick me clean, stroking the tufts of thin hair on my balls like they belonged to two cute furry animals.
"Rosa!"
"Coming, honey!" she said. "Just cleaning up here."
We exchanged grins. She finished licking me clean and winked at me.
"Thanks honey, " I said. I fixed up my pants and headed for the back door. But when I was halfway out I stopped and turned back to her.
Rosa’s knees were still too weak to stand.
She slipped on a tile wet with her juices and fell back down on her ass, tits jiggling.
What a beautiful sight to see.
"A little help here?" she said sarcastically. "Nah I’m good," I said. "But I do want to ask a question.
I’m new to this city. What’s it called again?"
"Asshole," she muttered. "The city’s name is Windmoor."
"Windmoor, huh? Kind of a lame name. Anyway, which way to the King’s castle?"
She pointed a finger. "It’s that way. But what are you going to do there?"
I grinned at her.
"What does it look like I’m going to do? I’m a man on a mission. I’m here to save the world. And the first step on my quest is to infiltrate the castle and fuck the living daylights out of the Queen."
The last thing I heard before the door slammed shut behind me was a frustrated husband shouting:
"Rosaaaaa!!!"
Okay, let me stop and wind the story back. Maybe start at my death and why I’m such an asshole.