Back in Orinakin’s apartment. At this rate, they’d never see the festival again. Bade expected Selorin to tell Orinakin about something relating to the royal family.
What he didn’t expect to hear was that Rini had shrunken Vade’s dick.
He was out the door and down the hallway before Selorin finished explaining how it had been restored. Knocking hurriedly on Vade’s door, he reflexively touched himself, just as a point of reassurance.
As the door opened, Vade burst out a breathless, “It works, it still works,” and hugged him, laughing with relief.
Swamped with his own relief, Bade squeezed Vade, patting his back. “Thank the gods.”
“It’s perfect, it’s back, it’s exactly the way it should be,” Vade said, pulling back and guiding him into the apartment. “It’s perfect. And where were you?! How could you be fucking while I was running around without any dick at all?!”
With a minor twinge of guilt, Bade said, “It’s not like you didn’t have one. It was just smaller.”
“My little finger is ‘smaller,’” Vade protested. “That thing was miniscule! It was tiny! It was embarrassed by itself! You should have seen - - you couldn’t have seen! It was too small for the human eye!”
“At least Selorin was able to switch it back,” Bade pointed out.
“No, Remin,” Vade said, and turned a fierce red.
“Remin?” Bade stared at Vade, mouth opening. “You… The royal high priest had to see your…”
“He touched it.” Vade looked as scandalized, mortified, and turned on as Bade felt. “He held it in his hand.”
“He held it?!” It would be horrible enough, to have a high priest called in to touch and heal such a private, scandalous disfigurement. It was something else entirely when that priest was regal, stunning, off-limits, sexy, erotic, arousing Remin.
“I had to have it back!” Vade exclaimed. “I didn’t know what else to do! Rini couldn’t do it, Selorin couldn’t do it, Remin was my last chance! I couldn’t go to the pharaoh!”
Kudorin! Other than, possibly, Anorik, Kudorin was the very last person Vade should’ve approached. Although Remin was still almost entirely as bad. “You should have come to me, I could’ve talked to Orinakin!”
“You were otherwise occupied!” Vade exclaimed. “While I was losing my dick, you were using yours! What was I supposed to do, send a servant to Orinakin’s apartment to explain that I needed divine intervention for my penis?!”
“Yes!” Bade couldn’t believe what Rini had done. “Are you sure that it’s all right? Do you want Orinakin to look at it? If we leave tomorrow and something goes wrong, no one in Nosupolis will be able to take care of it.”
“It’s fine, it’s normal,” Vade said. “Trust me, I know my own dick, and it’s exactly the way it should be.”
Since they were alone, Bade thought that he might be able to risk asking, “What was it like, when Remin…held it?”
Vade’s eyes glazed over. “Imagine having him kneel down right in front of you, while your underwear’s down and everything’s right there for him.” Bade swallowed; just the idea of it felt good. “He closed his eyes, and, you know, he’s so beautifully handsome, his skin is so perfectly smooth, his eyelashes are pure gold, his lips are a soft, dark pink… I was so freaked out about everything else that I couldn’t get hard, but it was really, really, really easy to test my equipment the second he was out of the room. And his hand is so smooth, so graceful, his palm cradled me so expertly. It was such a simple thing, but his fingertips didn’t even brush against my balls, there was something about it that said he really knows his way around a man.”
That sounded like perfect fantasy material, but Bade felt compelled to say, “You can’t masturbate over a priest.”
“You’d do it if you weren’t in love with his brother,” Vade said.
