The dwarf tavern was a completely outlandish place for an elf. Mainly tables. Tables were too low and knees rested uncomfortably on the table top.
Despite this, Lina often visited such places. The Mercenary Guild provided jobs regardless of race or class, and Lina often needed money to cope with her problems.
She had already been recognized by some regulars, and it seemed to Lina that someone was buzzing about her previous visit, a couple of weeks ago.
At that time, the alchemist she ordered potions to was late. Consequences were catastrophic... Throwing a quick glimpse around, it seemed that in a couple of corners she noticed the remnants of the curse that struck her.
Thank gods she was wearing a mask that day. Maybe no one will recognize her. She really hoped so.
Pushing aside her worrying thoughts, Lina tried to focus on her food. Dwarfess, very cute to say the least, just brought by her order.
Young, red hair, freckles, plump lips. Strong constitution, and dressed like if her outfit is supposed to give her a tight hug around chest and hips. Waitresses in such places always looked the same. It was probably good for the business this way.
The tavern was in a mining town inside a mountain, if dwarfs have other towns at all, and men came here not only to sate their hunger, but also to pester the waitresses scurrying back and forth. You never know, maybe today is your lucky day to get an unforgettable night with one of those waitress girls in the room upstairs.
Lina caught herself on the fact her mouth is getting wet just by thinking of it. Food is good, of course, but Lina had another need, which local alchemist just recently helped to cope with. A couple of years ago, Lina fell into a nasty curse when she fetched some artifact for the guild in an abandoned temple.
Whose temple it was, Lina did not know, and there were almost no traps. Actually, there was but one. On that damn chest in the main chamber of the damn place.
And the artifact itself was very questionable. The easiest way to describe it would be... a golden phallus. Pretty damn heavy considering its size. Lina barely made it to the guild, and after getting paid, she arranged a real party for herself! The next day she woke up and found she had grown a small penis right above the clitoris! About 3 inches long. So small, even a dwarfess won't be impressed...
Since then, Lina began to notice that she was more and more attracted to women than to men. Probably because men fled in panic at first sight of her new part.
Also she was aroused more than usual. Lina was already a curiosity among the elves in this regard. The rest were more restrained and even when all the conditions were in favor of the bed, they could still refuse, saying "they are above such things".
Other races were much more accommodating. Although she still had to watch who she was sleeping with, so that her partner in comfort would not blurt out too much.
Lina hasn't been in this town for long, so there was no need to worry yet.
The inconvenience was that if Lina could not find someone to have fun with for several days straight, her little friend began to grow. And grow quickly.
It got worse when Lina was in the company of a suitable candidate, like that waitress.
She already felt her cock begin to awaken and expand in size under her leather pants.
Usually in a couple of days, 3 inches could easily turn into 10. As a penis was supposed to, she could release jets of semen. The volume also increased over time.
But only sex, or a specially made potion, could return her little friend to its original size. Lina tried to masturbate, but it did not bring the desired result. She could cum, she felt an orgasm. She could spend a week without leaving her room. The cleaning room service and the silence of the staff were costly. However, 2 weeks ago, the curse seems to have reached a new level.
Lina remembered how, after a long and tiring day, she locked herself up in her room. There was nothing special inside. A clean bed against one wall, a wooden table and chair against another, and a window. There was some kind of factory right next to the tavern, so the view was on a blank wall. It was only to Lina's advantage. Though cracks in the walls were such that she clearly felt a draft, and some creaks were heard from neighboring rooms.
She failed to find a mate that day. She remembered how she began to masturbate in order to somehow appease the desire.
Her penis had already grown to 5 inches and looked like a completely normal male cock, Lina had seen dozens of them during her travels.
She squeezed it into a ring with 3 fingers and began to drive up and down. The member instantly hardened!
A couple more strokes and she already felt a wave of pleasure begin to rise. A couple more seconds and the first portion of cum flew into a tin mug, specially prepared for this. It was easier to get rid of the results of "labor" this way. The respite did not last long, the cock hardened again, asking for more. It seemed to Lina that now it was already half an inch longer. She repeated the whole procedure and in less than a minute mug was again replenished with another portion.
Orgasms flooded her like a warm wave every time. Ending over and over again, she fell deeper into this trance of pleasure, and each time her cock seemed to grow a little more, become a little more sensitive, she wanted to stroke it harder. Consciousness floated. In delirium, it even seemed to her that the penis had become as long as her leg, that she was lying hugging it, and with each stroke and kiss, semen oozes out of it, as if water is being pumped from a spring!
