Hazel Morton blinked. She took a deep breath in and out. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, reconsidering. She tutted softly and moved her tongue around her mouth, running its tip across the front of her teeth. “Well,” she said, and then stopped again. She was trying to find the most tactful way to ask the question at the forefront of her mind.

Losing patience with herself, she bluntly asked, “Are you fucking with me?”

“I really wish I was,” Eliza groaned, her fingertips pressed against her temples. “But I promise you, every word is true.”

Hazel was inclined to believe her. The two wealthy young women had known each other for a good thirteen years by now. They’d attended the same school, lived in the same boarding house from the age of eleven right up until they graduated, and had remained in near-constant contact ever since. They considered each other family. Not only that, but the topics they studied for their further education naturally complimented each other - Hazel’s fascination with ancient languages and writing systems made her invaluable to her best friend, who often called upon her when she recovered artefacts of unknown origin. She was proficient at identifying cultures from which unfamiliar glyphs and runes originated, and if she struggled, she had numerous peers and mentors she could consult for a second opinion.

In all the time they’d been acquainted, Hazel had never known Eliza to tell such a tall tale. Sure, she enjoyed a joke as much as the next girl, and would happily take part in good-natured pranks along with their other friends. But she was rarely the instigator. And if there was a punchline to this story, Hazel couldn’t figure out what it might be. It was just strange.

Hazel had been expecting her friend to reach out upon her return to the UK, requesting her expertise once more. Eliza’s email had been shorter than usual - merely asking for her to come to Cooke Manor as soon as possible - but that didn’t alarm her. After all, the young heiress had been on a long trip, and was probably too tired to write a lengthy message.

What was surprising was that Eliza wasn’t waiting to greet her within seconds of her ringing the doorbell. A little perplexed, but still not unduly concerned, Hazel let herself in with the spare key Eliza had given her years earlier. The grand entrance hallway was empty, as were the lounges and dining room on the ground floor. Frowning, she returned to the hall and called out for her friend. Hearing a faint response from above, she proceeded up the winding staircase towards the office Eliza had inherited from her father. Marching up to the heavy oak door, Hazel pushed it open without preamble.

The first thing that struck her was how stunning Eliza looked today. Slouching in the revolving chair behind her big mahogany desk, her lazy posture somehow conveyed elegance. Sunlight from the window illuminated her red ringlets, making them look more vivid and vibrant than ever, and gave her pale skin the appearance of pristine porcelain, as if she were an ornate china doll.

Hazel shook her head to clear it, surprised at herself. She didn’t make a habit of gaping at her friends, admiring their beauty. She was straight, apart from anything else, as was Eliza. Glancing at her friend with renewed focus, she finally registered the pensive expression on her face. However pretty she might look right now, Eliza was clearly concerned about something. Hazel would go so far as to say she looked anxious - even frightened. What could have happened during her trip to have troubled her so?

Her unease grew as Eliza didn’t rise to greet her with a hug, as she almost always did, instead gesturing for her to take the seat opposite. Sinking into the plush leather chair, Hazel wasted no more time before asking what was going on. Tentatively, Eliza recounted her story, obviously worried her trusted friend wouldn’t believe a word of it. It was an understandable fear, given the bizarre and absurd anecdote she related. If it had come from anyone else, Hazel probably wouldn’t have believed it. But Eliza wouldn’t make something like this up, and even if she were enacting some kind of jape, her disturbed demeanour seemed genuine.

But that meant Hazel had to accept that the explorer’s latest acquisition - a prehistoric wooden phallus - had attached itself to her and transformed into a real cock and balls.

“This is very hard to take in,” she said hesitantly - and then snorted, her cheeks reddening. “So to speak.”

Eliza visibly blushed too, which was impressive given that she already had been for pretty much her entire anecdote. Her face almost matched her hair at this point. “I, ah, I understand that. I suppose it’s difficult to believe such a story without evidence - and there’s only one real way to prove what I say. Which brings me to the other reason I asked you here.”

Hazel held her breath instinctively, feeling tense, apprehensive, excited all of a sudden. A part of her sensed what Eliza was about to ask, and seemed eager to hear it.

“You see, I didn’t only want to confide in you, Hazel - although, don’t get me wrong, I really wanted to confide in you. I’ve been going out of my mind about this, I haven’t been able to tell anyone and I can’t think of anyone else I could tell. You’re the only one who’d believe me. Well, perhaps Mother would have... But I digress. I need to find a way to undo this, to remove this... thing, which means identifying where it came from. And I don’t know where it came from. But you might be able to figure it out, so...”

“You want me to study it,” Hazel finished for her, almost interrupting in her haste to get the words out in the open.

There was a silence that lasted no more than two seconds, but felt more like two hours, as Eliza stared at the surface of her desk, unable to meet her confidante’s eyes. Hazel found herself longing to hear her say yes. She couldn’t for the life of her explain why. Why was she so keen to see her friend’s penis? Somehow she knew it wasn’t just the curiosity of an academic being confronted with a new challenge, or even the simple wish to see a supposed product of magic. There was more to it than that, but she didn’t understand what.

“Yes,” Eliza squeaked at last. “There - there’s no alternative. I’m sorry to put this on you, Hazel, I - I kn-know it’s so weird, and I wouldn’t if I had any other choice, bu-but I don’t know what else -”

“No, it’s perfectly alright,” Hazel insisted, trying to disguise the inexplicable, involuntary yearning in her voice and make her tone reassuring and obliging. “You know I’ll do whatever I can to help you, Eliza.”

She meant what she said. Of course she did. She didn’t have an ulterior motive. Her own behaviour was a bit odd right now, but perhaps that was only natural. She’d been completely taken aback by her close companion’s revelation, and was responding a tiny bit erratically as a result. Nothing more to it than that. And at least Eliza didn’t seem to have noticed anything amiss with her, so preoccupied was she with her predicament. Again, that was only to be expected!

The adventuress finally looked at her again, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. “So you’ll do it?” she said nervously. Hazel thought she heard an undercurrent of excitement in Eliza’s voice, too, but dismissed it. It was just her imagination, surely.

“Yes, of course, I’m more than willing to.” She paused, considering her words. “I can tell you’re... unsettled by all this, Lize. You certainly shouldn’t carry this burden alone. If I can do anything to make this easier for you, there’s no question - I absolutely will.”

Swallowing hard, Eliza gave a small nod, her eyes wide. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem at all.” Getting to her feet, Hazel decided to try for a cheeky comment, to lighten the mood. “Alright, trousers down, young lady,” she grinned. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Eliza made a noise that might have been a laugh or a yelp, turning her chair sideways as Hazel circled the desk and perched on the side. Lowering her eyes again, the intrepid explorer unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them halfway down her thighs. Though Hazel knew what to expect and had braced herself, she was still struck dumb by the sight of the stiff, sizeable prick springing up from beneath Eliza’s trousers, rigidly horizontal.

“Goodness,” she blurted, after a brief pause. “All kinds of jokes about your PhD spring to mind...”

“Don’t make fun,” Eliza whimpered.

Hazel smiled sheepishly at her. “Sorry. In all seriousness, that is quite the largest endowment I can recall seeing.”

“I know,” her friend sighed, staring morosely at her new encumbrance. “I barely fit in my trousers any more. It doesn’t help that it’s erect all the time. I swear, I’ve never been this aroused, for this long, in my entire life.” She blushed, burying her face in her hands again even as she continued speaking. “It, it only goes flaccid when I c-cum... and even then, only for an hour or so afterwards. Then we’re back to attention again. It’s not natural. Even men don’t walk around with perpetual boners, do they - it’s not healthy, surely...?”

“Probably not. I doubt they’d complain, though.”

Both women snickered, and for just a fraction of a second it was as if everything were normal again - the two friends were simply sharing a chat together, and a laugh at the expense of the male gender, as they always did. Then Eliza’s cock twitched, drawing Hazel’s gaze back to it, and they were back to the realm of the bizarre again.

“S-so, the runes,” Eliza stammered. “Any thoughts...?”

“Not sure,” Hazel murmured, chewing her lower lip as she stared at the dark tattoos decorating her friend’s phallus. She gave her a rueful grimace. “I, uh, I might need to get a closer look...”

After a moment’s hesitation, the explorer nodded her assent. Sliding off the side of the desk, Hazel dropped to her knees and shuffled forwards, approaching Eliza from her right. She suddenly felt a little hot under the collar, aware of how this scene would look from an outside perspective - she was literally kneeling at Eliza’s feet, at eye level with her thick cock. She wasn’t uncomfortable with it, though, because, of course, it was all strictly platonic. She was just being loyal, helping a friend in need.

The symbols were hard to describe - she and Eliza had both been using ‘runes’, ‘sigils’ or ‘glyphs’ interchangeably to refer to them, for want of any better words, but they clearly didn’t resemble any of the above. She could quickly rule out quite a few ancient languages off the top of her head, most of them from Europe or the Americas - if she had to guess, this system looked more African, although that was perplexing since Eliza had apparently found it in South America. The closest match she could think of was Aramaic, but even then it was only a superficial resemblance - the symbols didn’t match any letters in that language.

It might have been easier to study them if the shaft they adorned didn’t keep shifting around, jerking and jolting gently as if probing an invisible pussy. Hazel found herself becoming distracted from her task by the twitching and throbbing, her eyes following the almost hypnotic movement.

“So, what d’you think...?”

Blinking hard, she tore her gaze away and glanced up at Eliza, and was struck momentarily by how dramatic a contrast the girthy protrusion was with the dainty, feminine body it was attached to.

“I, um, I’m not entirely sure,” Hazel murmured, again feeling oddly titillated as she stared up from the floor at her friend’s face, past her cock. “There are some similarities with African languages like Aramaic, but it’s not them...”

Eliza smiled a little. “Well, I could’ve told you that!”

“Yeah, of course...” Frowning thoughtfully, she let her gaze wander back to the ‘magic dick’. “Is there anything else that happened, that you haven’t told me? Anything about the cave where it was hidden, or any other strange occurrences when you found it...?”

“No, there was nothing.” A nervous pause. “Not then, anyway. There was, erm... there was something strange on the way back.”

“Mm-hm?”

Eliza laughed shakily. “I, I might’ve had sex with a flight attendant. A female flight attendant.”

“You what?!” Hazel’s eyebrows shot up, her mouth falling open in astonishment - but her eyes remained on the dick, fixated on one of the runes, as if held by a magnetic force.

“I know. It was so surreal. In the moment it felt absolutely incredible - I wanted her so badly, and she clearly wanted me too. She started by giving me a handjob, and oh, Hazel... I can’t describe how good it felt.”

Hazel was getting a fairly good idea. It hadn’t seemed possible, but Eliza’s penis seemed to be getting even harder, throbbing more urgently, as if with renewed purpose.

“But it was nothing compared to fucking her.” A shudder went through Eliza’s entire body. “Oh, it was bliss... It was only afterwards, when I was spent, that my reason returned - I suppose I got some post-nut clarity. I think my di- this thing,” she interrupted herself almost angrily, “was affecting me. And perhaps the stewardess, too.”

“Perhaps,” Hazel agreed faintly, still studying the sigil intently. She was sure there was something familiar about it, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Staring unwaveringly at it didn’t seem to be helping very much, but she felt as though she was just on the brink of comprehending its meaning...

“I keep thinking about - I mean, we didn’t use protection or anything. What if - God, what if I got her pregnant?! That would be an absolute disaster. But maybe if we can figure out how to reverse the effects, remove it from me, then anything it did while it was attached to me might be undo-uh-ah-ahhh, what are you d-doing?!”

Eliza’s squeal brought Hazel to her senses, and she snatched her hand away, horrified. Forgetting herself completely, she had started to softly stroke her middle finger over the sigil on Eliza’s shaft. She’d been acting on instinct, doing what she often did when she was trying to divine an unidentified language - she would trace her fingertips over one of the ancient symbols, and find that sometimes, somehow, it helped her understand it on a deeper level. As if the meaning couldn’t be perceived just from the surface - one had to touch it, to feel it out, to coax the sense of it out of its depths.

She stared up at her best friend, feeling utterly mortified. “I - I’m sorry,” she stuttered, “I d-don’t know what I was think- w-well, I wasn’t th-thinking, I just - y’know what I do, I f-feel them out and it helps me think... I sh-shouldn’t have, that was so - so stupid...”

Her contrite babbling trailed off as she studied Eliza’s face for a reaction - for any sign that her friend might forgive her egregious infraction. Staring down at her with wide, wild eyes for a few agonisingly long seconds, the adventuress finally whispered, “W-would it really help, do you think...? To t-t-touch them?”

Hazel’s eyebrows flew upwards again. “I... I don’t know. Maybe. It sometimes does.”

Eliza swallowed hard again, steeling herself. “Well, then... I suppose there’s no harm in tr-trying...”

She gestured towards her own groin, indicating she was giving consent. Hazel gulped, struck by sudden nerves. In the moment, without thinking about it, she hadn’t felt any apprehension about touching her friend’s dick - but now she was actually thinking about it, it was a weightier prospect.

But her inhibitions seemed to evaporate the minute her eyes landed on the shaft again, and before she knew it she was running her fingertip over one of the runes again, her eyes following her own digit, enchanted by the slow strokes. Eliza let out a series of quiet whimpers, writhing a little and clutching at the arms of the swivel chair. Despite her squirming, Hazel maintained contact with the cock, carefully caressing back and forth along the dark mark.

It wasn’t helping that much. When she touched runes carved into a wooden idol, or engraved into stone, she could feel the notches and grooves beneath her fingertip. But the tattoo felt indistinguishable from the rest of the foreskin. This didn’t occur to Hazel, though. It was as if the moment she made contact, any thought of trying to identify the ancient dialect had vanished from her mind, along with practically everything else. All her focus was on simply stroking the shaft, enjoying the feeling of the tender skin, watching the cock jump and pulsate and leak tiny beads of precum in response to her touch, listening to Eliza’s plaintive mewling in the near distance.

All Hazel’s attention was on the magic dick. She was barely aware of anything else, including how wet she was.

“I, I d-duh-don’t th-think thi-this is r-r-really h-he-helping, H-Haze-Hazel...”

“Uh huh,” Hazel mumbled vacantly, not really listening.

“It, ah, ahhh, it’s de-definitely not h-helping meee... Ohh, ohhhh...”

She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped specifically stroking that solitary symbol, and had curled her fingers around the shaft and started to properly, albeit just as gently, jerk it off. Its scent pervaded her nostrils, making her mouth water. Leaning closer, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the intoxicating fragrance.

“G-God, fuck, Hazelll... wha-what are yooou...”

Her face was barely ten centimetres from the wet tip. It looked so enticing, so appetising. Her tongue started to poke out, but couldn’t protrude more than an inch past her lips. Nor could she bring her head any nearer to the object of her desire. Something was holding her back. But she wanted it so badly. She needed it. She was absolutely desperate for Eliza’s cock...

Oh, of course. That was what was blocking her, keeping her tantalisingly out of reach of her goal. It was Eliza’s cock. It belonged to her. It was part of her. She needed Eliza’s permission. Consent was key, after all. Consent was vital.

Finally tearing her eyes away from the throbbing boner in her grasp, she stared beseechingly up into her best friend’s thunderstruck face. “Please let me,” she began, but stopped herself, reconsidering. It couldn’t just be about what she wanted. “Please let me please you,” she continued in earnest, her voice guttural. “Let me pleasure your cock. Let me make you cum... cum in my mouth... Fuck my face, Eliza, I... I need it...”

Eliza gaped at her for a long moment, breathing heavily as Hazel continued her handjob. Something seemed to shift behind the explorer’s eyes - a new confidence seemed to ignite, and was burning brightly in moments.

The next thing Hazel knew, Eliza’s hand was pressing against the back of her head, gently but decisively pushing her that last tiny distance. Her lips, already parted in an eager pout, slipped neatly over Eliza’s tip and along her shaft. It was too big for her to envelope it all in her mouth - she was still a good inch or two away when she felt it poke the back of her throat. Making a startled ‘gluk’ sound, she pulled back - and then slid forwards again. Back, and forwards.

Eliza’s hand was still on her head, guiding more than controlling her movement. If she hadn’t been, Hazel would still be doing exactly what she was doing, slowly sliding her head along the length of her friend’s dick, working her saliva into her foreskin as she did so. Bubbles of spit blew up and were left behind as she pulled back, and were duly sucked up as she slid forwards.

It was... wonderful. From the second she’d had the stiffie in her mouth, her whole body had been pulsing with pleasure, the likes of which she’d never felt before. She never knew giving head could feel this fucking sensational. She was fairly certain she was cumming, just from sucking Eliza’s cock, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth connected to her pussy as it was tenderly fucked by the magnificent phallus. Each time it got a little further, as if Hazel’s throat was moulding itself to fit, allowing the intruding prick to progress deeper within with every thrust.

For her part, Eliza was mostly moaning incoherently as she fed her meat to Hazel, with the occasional cry of, “Oh my God, fuck...” Her grip on Hazel’s hair tightened as she accelerated, holding her down and ploughing into her harder and faster. Hazel helplessly knelt there and took it, unable to muster even a grain of willpower to fight back even as her ‘gluk’ sounds became more urgent and frantic. She felt like a fleshlight, and she absolutely loved it.

Eliza was fucking her face. She had her huge, thick, delicious dick in her mouth, pounding away with vigour. It was the happiest Hazel had ever felt. And it only got better, as she was suddenly forced forwards, swallowing the shaft down to the hilt, and then Eliza was spraying creamy cum down her throat. She wriggled weakly on her knees, a token struggle, neither able nor willing to pull back, choking on Eliza’s length as she filled her gullet to the brim.

Finally, Eliza slid Hazel off her, dribbles of cum escaping her lips as the explorer’s penis popped out from between them. Gulping down the creamy goodness and licking her lips, Hazel gazed dreamily up at her friend, panting for breath.

Eliza stared back down at her hungrily, fondling her softening but still impressive cock. “More,” she muttered. Then, in a louder voice, “I need more. I - I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. Get up.”

More fucking? More of that monster plunging into her needy holes? More of Eliza’s cum inside her? Hazel didn’t need to be told twice. She sprang to her feet so fast, it was as if she’d flown.

“Take your clothes off, get on the desk,” Eliza commanded hurriedly. Hazel was already doing it, peeling off her sweaty T-shirt and her soaking shorts. Eliza kicked her trousers off her ankles, and then ripped off her shirt at lightning speed.

Neither woman was wearing a bra, but Hazel had a pair of black lace panties to remove. Eliza didn’t have the patience for that. Grabbing Hazel by the waist, she lifted her into the air and plonked her butt down on the desk, planting a palm on her chest and pushing her down flat on her back. Then she seized Hazel’s underwear, yanked it aside to expose her thoroughly lubricated entrance, and pushed inside.

Hazel let out a moan like a lowing cow, barely noticing her head thudding against the hard mahogany beneath her as it lolled backwards. Mere minutes after Eliza’s dick in her mouth had claimed the title of ‘Best Feeling Ever’, it’d just been overtaken by Eliza’s dick in her pussy. She’d never felt anything so profoundly incredible in all her life.

She impulsively coiled her arms and legs around Eliza’s torso like a sloth clinging to a branch, pulling her even closer, burying the mystical phallus further inside her, almost to the hilt. Eliza’s left palm planted itself flat on the desk, while the right took hold of Hazel’s left breast. The two women lay on the desk for several long seconds, wrapped up in each other, Hazel holding Eliza within her, clenching around her cock, feeling it thrum in her depths like a heartbeat.

Hazel was sure the lustful expression looking down at her matched her own. But as they breathed deeply together and gazed into each other’s eyes, she was struck by a wave of affection and attraction a hundred times as strong as the sensation she’d felt when she’d first laid eyes on Eliza that day. In this moment, looming above her and gaping down at her, her hair frizzy and tangled, her brow gleaming with sweat, she’d never looked more beautiful. Her pale, lightly freckled features; her tiny, delicate nose; her wide doll-like eyes, with their cyan blue irises like ice crystals; her smooth lips; her rosy cheeks... She was just enchanting.

Hazel couldn’t believe how lucky she was, even to have her as a best friend - let alone to be having sex with her. And she couldn’t believe they’d never done it before. How was it only now, after almost fifteen years of friendship, that they’d thought to fuck?

She was right at the brink already, just lying there breathing around Eliza, getting lost in the angelic sight of her. When she starts moving, I’m pretty sure I’m going to cum immediately.

And that was exactly what happened. With Eliza’s first slow, almost tentative thrust back and forth, Hazel let out a keening wail and let her head thud on the desk again, her eyes crossing, her limbs falling away from her friend’s torso and spasming wildly in the air, as she was overwhelmed with pleasure beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Eliza didn’t stop, powering through Hazel’s orgasm, huffing and grunting quietly as she repeatedly ploughed into her, unhindered by the squeezing of her inner walls around her knob.

“Uhhhnngghhh,” Hazel moaned, her pleasure barely subsiding as the orgasm faded out, kept so close to the edge by Eliza’s increasingly insistent rutting.

“Oh - my - fuck-ing fuck-ing - God,” the adventuress cried softly, straightening up to stabilise her stance as she sped up, her hands sliding down to grip Hazel’s legs, her pelvis slamming into her thighs and buttocks again and again.

And, before she knew it, Hazel had to declare yet another new ‘Best Feeling Ever’ champion, as a liquid eruption inside her brought her to her third, most earth-shattering orgasm of the afternoon. She reached such new heights of euphoria that her voice gave out, as if her cries had reached a frequency inaudible to human hearing - but the silence was more than filled by Eliza’s own cacophonous roars, the treasure hunter clinging to Hazel’s waist as she fired a torrent within her.

Losing her balance, or perhaps just losing the energy to stay standing, Eliza slumped forwards, her torso landing on Hazel’s. Pinned down, the historical linguist buried her face in the explorer’s hair, whimpering as she felt the magical rod continue to spurt into her depths. She found herself spluttering with astonished laughter mid-orgasm. “How is it still going?!”

“I don’t know,” Eliza mumbled, clutching at her. “I don’t know...”

Finally, though, the inrush ceased. The young socialites lay in each other’s embrace again, Hazel folding her limbs around Eliza once more, holding her close, keeping her slowly slackening dick buried in her crevice. Eliza made no attempt to get free. After seconds, or maybe minutes, of lying there in a sweaty tangle, panting and gasping, Eliza’s mouth found its way to Hazel’s, planting a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.

It wasn’t clear if she was going to pull away, and Hazel didn’t give her the chance. Her hand delved into Eliza’s hair, keeping her head held down as she returned the kiss, more insistently. Eliza responded in kind, and before they knew it they were hungrily making out, arms winding around each other’s backs.

Hazel’s thought processes were very limited at this moment. She was running on base instinct and desire. She wasn’t thinking about the circumstances she’d found herself in - the incongruity of abruptly fucking her longtime platonic friend, the suddenness of her homosexual impulses, the peculiarity of her magic penis. All she knew was that she needed as much contact with Eliza as possible. She needed to make out with her like she needed to breathe. She needed her lips to grapple with hers. She needed her arms around her, their bodies pressed together, her cock in her cunt. She needed her. She just fucking needed her.

Eliza clearly felt the same. And it wasn’t long before the progressively more passionate makeout session got her motor running yet again. Even after two titanic releases of cum, the mystically-bestowed phallus was once again hardening and elongating inside Hazel, probing her deepest darkest spot once again.

“Uhhh... a-agaaaain?” Eliza groaned, even as she began to fuck her friend once more, her hands pressed into the desk on either side of Hazel’s head.

“Agaaain,” Hazel gurgled rapturously, already cresting again herself. Oh, but this was a nice one, though. Whereas the previous orgasms had been mad and wild, full of spasms and paroxysms, sound and fury, her head feeling as if it were about to split apart from sheer ecstasy... this time it was as if she were completely boneless. Every ounce of tension in her body had evaporated, and all that remained was the sensational dick sliding back and forth in her wet, warm hole. Warmth permeated her body. She imagined her mind was filled with a heavenly light - and as she looked up at Eliza with bleary eyes, she thought she could see a similar light surrounding her, like an aura.

Her lips twitched, as if making to speak. She didn’t know what she wanted to say, but she could feel words forming on her lips anyway, as she lay there getting pounded into oblivion by her best friend. Her mouth opened, then closed again.

“Pr-” she vocalised, almost inaudibly. “Pruh... preh...”

“Gnnnuhhhh,” Eliza bayed, impaling her more frenziedly by the moment.

“Preh - pr-pra-praise... praise h-uuhhhhhhh!” Hazel’s murmured words were interrupted by another cannon-shot of cum into her innards, provoking one more quick, cataclysmic climax.

Even with her energy evaporating and her eyes rolling back in her head, she still managed to find the strength to keep hold of Eliza as she felt her try to move back from her. “Nononono, nonono, don’t pull out don’t pull out, don’t pull out, no, no,” she whispered pleadingly, hanging onto her for dear life. “Stay, stay in me, stay in me... l-let me, let me hold you, please...”

Eliza grunted in protest. “Haze, I need to - I’ve got to -”

“Stay in me, stay in me... just stay, just stay in me... stay in me...”

“We’re not thinking straight...”

Hazel dissolved into giggles, and gasped as the resultant quivers seemed to make Eliza’s cock vibrate inside her. “Th-that’s certainly true. I’ve never been thinking less straight in my life!”

Her eyes fluttering open, she saw Eliza smile faintly at her joke. Then the adventurer’s expression hardened, and she stared down at her adamantly. “Hazel, let me go.”

Pouting disappointedly, the linguist relinquished her, her limbs slipping off and falling onto the desk around her as if she were a ragdoll. Hesitating for a moment with a longing look in her eyes, Eliza seemed to force herself backwards, easing her dick free of Hazel’s snatch, at the moment of which both women let out a rueful whine.

But it was hard for Hazel to feel too downhearted after the marathon fuckfest she’d just enjoyed with her explorer friend. Her body hummed with bliss, the like of which she’d never felt before. Her insides were plastered with Eliza’s seed, droplets of which were dribbling out and further drenching her dishevelled panties. She felt like a cum rag that’d been vigorously used and then carelessly discarded, and it was the best feeling.

There was a hiss from nearby, and she managed to raise her head enough to see Eliza standing behind the desk, still naked, gritting her teeth and stroking her cock - which appeared to have hardened once more.

“Fuck, I’m hard again,” she breathed. “How is that even possible? This, this has to stop...”

“Jerk off on me,” Hazel implored her with a dazed smile. “Cum on me, here.” She gestured limply at her belly.

Eliza looked oddly dismayed at the suggestion, but her hand was already moving, rapidly rubbing along her length as if possessed. It was mere moments before yet another volley burst forth, splattering across Hazel’s stomach. Cooing with delight, the recumbent heiress wriggled and hugged herself, smearing semen on her arms as well, rubbing it into her skin, a big, beaming, blissful smile on her face.

Her friend stepped back unsteadily, putting one hand on the back of her swivel chair to brace herself a little. Once she’d regained her balance, she turned and stomped towards the door. “Gonna clean up,” she muttered, just loudly enough for Hazel to hear, as she exited the room, leaving her clothes lying on the floor.

***

Hazel remained supine on the desk for some time, sore, sweaty, and so, so satisfied. Finally finding the wherewithal to haul herself to her feet, she instinctively half-dressed herself again for modesty’s sake, even though the only other person in the house had just gotten a very comprehensive, unobstructed view of her nude body. Giggling drunkenly, she staggered out of the office and plodded down the stairs, wearing only her crumpled shirt and her stained panties.

Entering the main lounge, she found Eliza huddled in an armchair and staring into space thoughtfully, buried in a thick white dressing gown. Making for the neighbouring sofa, she curled up in a half-foetal position, with her arms hugging her torso and her head on the armrest, gazing wistfully at her friend.

Eliza seemed to come out of her trance and gave her a small, sheepish smile. “Hi, Haze. Are you alright?”

Hazel beamed. “Yes. Yes, I’m alright. Very alright. That was... stupendous. Magnificent. Phenomenal. I’m running out of adjectives, but you take my point.”

“Mmm.” The adventuress chewed her lip, still not looking anywhere near as pleased as Hazel felt. “I feel the same way.”

“Tell your face,” Hazel teased. When her close companion still looked crestfallen, her own smile faded. “Lize, what’s wrong? I thought you loved that as much as I did...”

“I did.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It wasn’t our choice. It wasn’t of our own accord. My cock - nn-aagh.” Eliza put her head in her hand. “This magical phallus that isn’t mine - it compelled us to have sex. It forced this upon us, just as it forced itself upon me. We were drawn together by some kind of mystical force.”

Hazel arched an eyebrow. “Still not seeing a problem here.”

“You aren’t?!” Eliza stared at her in disbelief. “Hazel, we’re straight! Or at least we were! This thing is altering our sexualities, influencing our desires, making us want to fuck each other... We didn’t choose this!”

Hazel tightened her hug around her own body. “I feel like I did,” she said dreamily, getting lost in her memories of the last hour’s sexual escapades. “I feel very much as though all of that was my own choice, my own feelings...”

“Me too,” Eliza admitted. “That’s the problem, Haze. It feels like we were acting on our own desires, making our own choices - but logic, and common sense, indicates that we weren’t. And if it can make us want to fuck, make us think it’s our idea, it’s going to be so much harder to resist...”

“Resist?” It was Hazel’s turn to wear an expression of disbelief. “Why on Earth would we want to resist? That was the best sex ever, Lize. That was the best thing ever, full stop. I honestly couldn’t care less if I’ve been enchanted or compelled or whatever, or that I was straight until I came here today. If your magic dick has changed my sexuality and forced me to fuck you, all I can say to it is ‘thank you sir, may I have another?’” She chuckled at her own words.

Eliza didn’t share her mirth. “But it’s not just you and me. This happened with the flight attendant, too. What if...” She hesitated, as if afraid to put words to whatever she was thinking. “What if it has this effect on all women? What if it makes all women want to fuck me, and me want to fuck them...?”

Hazel genuinely couldn’t see a problem with that. That sounded hot as fuck. But Eliza clearly thought otherwise right now, so she quickly said, “Oh, I’m sure that’s not true,” in her most dismissive tone.

The explorer gave her a look. “I’ve been around two women since I got my dick, and I’ve fucked both of them.”

“Correlation, not causation,” the linguist replied, yawning and snuggling deeper into the couch, still so utterly awash with bliss that she couldn’t find it in herself to share her friend’s worries.

“Haze, I can’t risk being at the mercy of my base urges whenever I encounter any woman. I could break up couples. I could break up marriages. And like I said earlier, I could get them pregnant. I might’ve gotten the stewardess pregnant - or you, for that matter. I mean, I filled you to the brim, twice!”

“You sure did,” Hazel grinned sleepily.

“Hazel, for fuck’s sake, snap out of it. I’m genuinely worried.”

That finally punctured her post-coital euphoria. Making an effort to rouse herself and sit up, Hazel glanced over and took in her friend’s disconsolate expression. The poor thing really was scared of this newfound power she supposedly had. Hazel herself still wasn’t - she really was struggling to see a downside to the situation, even though logically she understood the points Eliza had made and why she could consider them a negative. (She idly wondered if the magic that had supposedly drawn her to Eliza was also making her view the negative aspects of the situations as positives, or otherwise consider them irrelevant.)

But regardless of her own feelings and (lack of) concerns, she felt an irresistible impulse to help Eliza. The girl was her best friend, the person closest to her in the world, aside from her mother, stepfather and sisters. Since the loss of her own parents, Eliza had been ingratiated more and more into the Morton clan, to the point where they considered her kin. And now she and Hazel were lovers - or had been lovers for the afternoon, at the very least - she felt closer to her than ever. She’d do anything for her.

Even if what Eliza wanted wasn’t exactly in Hazel’s own interests.

“Are you saying you want to get rid of it?” she asked slowly. “Your penis, I mean?”

“Y-yes,” Eliza replied. “I’ve wanted rid of it all along. Even more so, now.”

But she had paused before answering, and then there was that little stammer as she’d started to speak. And her tone seemed to lack conviction. Could it be that she actually didn’t want her rod removed - that she was merely saying she did because she believed it was the right thing to do? Did she consider its excision an unpleasant necessity that she’d rather not go through with?

Hazel couldn’t be sure, and didn’t dare ask. Eliza seemed to be in a fragile state right now, guilt-stricken over the crime she believed she’d committed towards her best friend and the airline employee - and fearful of committing further misdeeds with other women. If she claimed to want her cock gone, Hazel would take her words at surface value.

“Well, I’ll do all I can to help you,” she said decisively. “I’ll try and research those runes - I remember them very clearly, I certainly got a good enough look at them earlier.” Eliza blushed prettily, half-hiding her face in the folds of her dressing gown. “If there’s a way to, um, de-penis you, I’ll find it. And then we can lock it away somewhere that it won’t cause any further... harm.”

They shared a long look. Hazel was sure she wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding her lack of enthusiasm for their goal. She could be imagining it, but Eliza really did appear just as reluctant. But she was probably just despondent over her predicament, rather than being unenthusiastic about putting an end to it.

“Thank you,” Eliza said belatedly. “I can’t thank you enough, Haze. I feel so much better now that I’ve shared this with you.” Her eyes widened a fraction. “My secret, I mean,” she said hurriedly.

Hazel quirked an eyebrow again. “Sure, that’s what you meant,” she teased. “Not as if you’ve shared anything else with me today. Four times.”

“Stop,” Eliza groaned, fanning her burning face.

Laughing, the linguist stood up. “Alright, I’d better get out of here and get to work...”

“Go and shower first,” Eliza advised her. “And fetch yourself a change of clothes from my room. You, um, you should probably take new panties too... I know we’ve never shared underwear before, and it’s a bit weird to cross that boundary, but needs must...”

“Lize. An hour ago you put your willy in my mouth. I’m not sure we have any boundaries any more!”

That finally got Eliza to snort with laughter, although it was clearly mostly from embarrassment. “Go away, you beastly girl,” she spluttered. Hazel darted from the room, cackling loudly.

As she scurried back upstairs in the direction of the bathroom, the respectable young lady who’d spent the afternoon being delightfully defiled reflected on her new objective. She may not want rid of the supernatural cock, but if Eliza did (or if she said she did), Hazel would dedicate her time, energy and resources to fulfilling her request. She could only hope that her adventuring friend changed her mind before it was too late.

In the meantime, though, if Eliza ever needed to relieve another buildup of pressure in her magical penis - well, Hazel would absolutely drop everything to help at a moment’s notice. That’s what friends are for, after all!