(The Vision – The Shared Toy)
The air in the royal bedchamber was thick with the scent of sex, saliva, and warm piss. Both women were soaked and glistening — Thistle lying on her back, flushed and breathing heavily, her body still trembling from her release. Mrs. Elfi hovered above her, golden piss and sticky nectar dripping from her heavy breasts and chin.
Elfi leaned over the side of the bed and reached into a small silk bag she had brought with her. She pulled out a thick, phallic object.
It was not a cucumber, but something far more deliberate — a long, smooth, double-ended phallus carved from polished pale wood infused with faint magical veins that glowed softly. It was slightly curved, around 14 inches in total length, with a realistic flared head on each end and a textured, veined surface in the middle. The wood had a warm, almost flesh-like quality, smooth yet with subtle ridges designed for pleasure. It was thick — easily as wide as Thistle's wrist at its thickest point.
