“You, um…your, you know what. We can't leave while it's doing that.” Confused, I look at her. She stares at the ceiling, waving her arm at me. Looking down, I can see nothing unusual. My cock is hard and ready for her, my pants are unstained, and my shirt is clean.
“What is wrong? You will have to tell me because I cannot see the issue.”
Her jaw drops, “That's the issue, we can't go out with that thing. It will knock someone over.”
Turning behind me, I can't see anything.
“What is this thing? We will leave it here if you do not wish to take it.”
“Oh my God, what is it with men and them being so bloody dim-witted?” she says under her breath as she stomps toward me. Her teats bouncing nicely as she walks.
“Your penis, Steve. You can not go out with your penis like that.”
“You are safe, Rosie. I do not have this pen-nis you talk of.”
“Give me strength,” she sighs, pointing at my hard cock. If I take a step forward, she will be able to touch it.No, she must volunteer her body to me.
“This is my cock, not a pen-nis. It stands proud for you,” I say, puffing my chest.
“Listen, I think I've been more than understanding about this whole,I'm in Hellsituation, but I will not walk anywhere with your cock completely tented in your trousers.” She huffs, crossing her arms, glaring at me.
“The males of my kind present their cocks as an offering for females they wish to bed. Is this not a custom of humans?”
“Who would have thought this conversation would be my undoing?” she mumbles, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her, gesturing for me to sit. “Steve, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Where I'm from, it’s not common to present yourself in this manner. In fact, I have never seen a cock bepresented, ever.”
“Ever!?”
“Not once.”
Abruptly standing, this will not do. “Allow me to do the honour and present my cock for you.” Hastily, I pull at my pants, my fingers not working as fast as I would like them.
“Steve!” she screams, as she takes in my size before quickly covering her eyes, rolling back on the bed, giggling. I have been complimented before on my cock, so I was sure this would be the thing to win her over. I have allowed her to see what she does to my body, only for her to laugh at me.
“I have offended you.” Turning from her so she no longer has to witness my heinous cock.
“No, Steve. No, please don't get upset. I'm sorry. I meant what I said. I haven't seen one before! It took me by surprise. I'm sorry I laughed,” she says, coming to my side, wrapping her hand around my little finger. “Hey, look at me. I am very impressed. I told myself it looked like a fire hose when I noticed it earlier. I think I'm in shock because I swear I saw it catch the light somehow.”
“A fire hose? Is this a good thing on Earth?”
“Yes, it's perfect,” she grins. “But would you mind keeping it covered while we walk around the city?”
Searching her face, she looks hopeful that I would cover myself, and if it makes her happy, then I will do so without complaint. “Come, let us walk around Imperia.”
We walkwith her maintaining a hold of my finger. The impish stare and look as we pass, no doubt curious about the human walking about their city. I explained about the imps that live here. There are other creatures, but it is not common for them to settle as the imps have. They are the dominant species in this Realm, however they do not have the fighting capacity of an orc, which is why my brother chose to settle here. The fighting started small until one day it was a war that never stopped. Seeing the city now and how much it has fallen, how much the impish have been impacted. It seems like they might no longer be winning this fight.
Gasping, Rosie pulls on my finger, “Look, look, that door is like the one I opened back on earth. There were three men, and I was standing in front of this church praying that someone would let me in, and then poof. The door opened. I remember the faces carved in the wood and thought I would come back in the daylight.”
“It is always daylight here.”
“No, I mean back on– wait, what do you mean it's always daylight?”
“They call her the illuminating sky orb, and she does not sleep,” I say, shading my eyes as I look toward the bright sun. “She remains stable in the sky, not moving or wavering in her light.”
“The sun just stays there all the time,” she murmurs.
“All day and what would be night. It is the symbolof Imperia.” I say, gesturing to the burnt orange coloured banners with a white sun printed in their centre.
“I guess that will take some getting used to.”
