Crack! Crack!

“Phew… let’s do this.”

Cracking my neck and focusing my full intent on the task at hand, I stood in front of the stone vagina, ready to make my sacrifice.

“Are you really going to do it?” Standing behind me, Soraka asked in a nervous tone.

“If my plan fails, yes, I have to do it,” I said, placing my palm on my crotch. With my blood magic, I created a long cock similar to my own. I don’t really need to sacrifice my own penis to the stone vagina, right? So I thought, why not use a cock made from my blood and trick the stone into thinking of that as my dick?

“I hope it works.”

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and thrust myself fully into that stone virgin slit.

“…”

After a few moments, nothing happened. No pain or anything at all—not a single sound or reaction from the stone.

“Fuck.” I opened my eyes, cursing, a frown forming on my face as I realized that my plan had failed.

The silence was deafening. I stood there, my blood-crafted cock still embedded in the stone vagina, waiting for something—anything—to happen. But the cavern remained eerily quiet, the only sound the faint echo of my own breathing. Soraka shifted nervously behind me, her hooves scraping against the stone floor.

“Well,” I said, pulling back and examining the stone structure, “time for plan B.”

Plan B was my only hope. If it failed too, then I must drive my real dick to the slaughter. However, I had high hopes for Plan B to work because my cock in this plan was a real one too, except that I removed all the nerves and shit. Think of it as just a long piece of flesh or one of those silicone dildos. That would save me from the pain of having my genitals cut off.

“The moment of truth,” I said, once again inserting my fake penis inside the virgin slit of the stone statue, hoping it would fall for my trick.

But once again. Nothing.

“Sigh… I guess nothing beats the real thing.”

With a sigh, I pulled myself back before growing a cock. My real cock this time, with all of its nerves, veins, balls, etcetera. I didn’t want to sacrifice a useless long piece of flesh—no, no. But a huge, fat, juicy meat that I loved to shove down all types of pussy and asses.

“Haha… looks like you’re going on the chopping block,” I muttered, biting my lip, and looking down. A little droplet of blood formed at the corner of my eyes. “All this time I have lived, I never lost my lovely cock, not even a bit. And yet, in this world, fate is about to fuck me in the ass.”

“Sob… I’m going to miss you, Big D… Sob…”

“…”

[…]

“You said you could grow it back?” Soraka suddenly spoke, with a flat tone and a blank expression, clearly wondering why I was putting too much drama and acting.

“Speak again, and this cock will find its way into your mouth and out your ass,” I growled, sending her a dirty, menacing glare over my shoulder. She gave a small nod, indicating her understanding. My gaze softened. The tension in the air dissipated slightly as a light, dry chuckle escaped my throat. I shook my head, feeling a light breeze rustling through my hair.

“Just give me a moment here.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

I forced myself to stay calm and composed, ignoring the dread of inevitable doom and the impending tragedy that was about to occur, choosing instead to focus on the situation before me.

When I was ready, I shoved myself balls deep, deep like it should have, finally fully inside. The very next moment an invisible force locked me in place, and without giving me time to think about it, I felt a cold blade cutting off my beloved cock in an instant.

“OUFF FU–” I howled like a bitch, my cock literally ripped from my body, filling the room with echoes of pain, anger, frustration, fear, and despair.

Splat!

A warm gush of liquid poured down on my naked thighs, pooling between my legs before trickling onto the ground in thick, viscous trails.

“Morgana!” Soraka cried, her voice filled with alarm. She rushed to my side, her eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes!!”

The pain was indescribable. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, psychological, and downright existential. My beloved cock, my pride and joy, my most trusted companion in countless battles and… ahem… other endeavors, was gone. Just like that. Severed in an instant by some cold, sharp blade. Yes, I can grow another one, but will it be the same dick? The same one I used to fuck thousands of pussies and destroy many asses? The answer is no, it wouldn’t, and it’s not the same.

“Oh God!” Soraka let out a low hiss and tried to find a way to stop the bleeding, to prevent any more of my blood from flowing and adding to the pool around my feet—a useless gesture in itself. I tried to use my transformation to remove the wound entirely, but the invisible force was preventing me from doing so.

This was the first time I encountered something that interfered with my skills. Well, the second time, really. I forgot about the hooks the demon governor used on me. However, I never imagined that one day I’d end up presenting my own penis.

Sob… goodbye, cock. Good luck in heaven and with the angels. Please do take care of yourself in there and fuck them all.

“My poor little darling, gone…” A whimper escaped from my lips, hot tears pouring from my eyes like a waterfall. All of those years we have spent together, all the things I did with that perfect and majestic cock… was it really going to end just like this?

[…]

[A drama queen]

‘Fuck off, Herma… Ouch!’

“Morgana, hold on!” Soraka cried, her voice trembling with fear and urgency. “You can’t die here! Not like this!”

“I’m not going to die, idiot,” I exclaimed, my voice hoarse, my vision blurred by a curtain of tears. “Sob… My cock… My precious little baby… GASP!!”

Crunch!

Crack! Crackle!

“What the heck!!” I exclaimed again, sensing that the stone pussy was ‘eating’ my cut-off cock and devouring it along with sucking the blood from the wound.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the stone pussy began to shake and tremble, and slowly, I watched in amazement as its shape started to transform, shrinking in size. The invisible force that held me in place was gone, allowing me to finally withdraw from the statue, quickly using my transformation to remove the wound and heal up.

“What’s going on?” Soraka gasped, watching in shock as the vagina transformed from a large, imposing statue to a tiny, golden stone, roughly the size of my palm and in a pussy shape. I picked it up, scanning it for a moment before throwing it inside my inventory.

Rumble!

Then the place where the stone statue once stood started shaking. The sound of stone scraping against stone echoed throughout the cavern, reverberating against the walls and ceilings, before revealing a hidden, dark staircase leading downward. The air around the stairs was thick and dusty, making it difficult to breathe.

“Let’s go,” I said, giving Soraka no time to react or argue. I just dragged her ass down the stairs, following a narrow corridor that seemed endless. But with a sharp turn, we appeared in another corridor made of the same stone.

“I began to hate this place.”

…

Our journey inside this maze was interesting and tiring, full of traps and trial rooms. Some were similar to the dick crossbows on the walls; the only difference was that we had to cross a narrow bridge under all of those arrows. In another room, we encountered a simple riddle—we just had to relocate moving engravings on a wall, putting back an image of a cock and a vagina.

Between the rooms, we encountered many of those Lust Guardians, and after knowing their weakness, crushing them all was an easy task. They gave a lot of exp points, which was a great bonus. And lastly, the stone vagina.

Yes. Another fucking cock sacrifice to the stone vagina—two times, in fact. And let me tell you, adapting to the pain was not easy. But at least this time, I was mentally prepared. Kind of.

Soraka, on the other hand, had started looking at me like I was a deranged lunatic. And maybe I was. After all, how many times can a person lose their cock in one day before they start questioning their life choices?

“Another one?!” she groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Morgana, at this point, I’m convinced you’re into this.”

“Trust me, if I had a choice, I’d rather be using my dick the way it’s meant to be used—not serving it up as a fucking sacrifice to some ancient perverted stone gods.” I shot her a glare, making a vow that if this maze was built by Lilith, then the moment I find that succubus slut of a wife, I’ll rip her dick off—many times.

“Are you sure about that? You’re getting real comfortable with the whole ‘cutting your dick off’ thing.” She snorted, crossing her arms.

“Tch.” I turned away, ignoring her. The second stone vagina loomed before me, glowing faintly in the dim chamber. The carvings around it pulsed with an eerie light as if the place itself was hungry for my offering.

At least this time, I was smart enough to regrow my cock at half the size. No point in wasting unnecessary material. Efficiency was key.

“Alright,” I muttered, cracking my neck. “Let’s get this over with.”

With a deep breath, I stepped forward, grabbed my semi-reduced but still-magnificent cock, and once again, plunged into the stone slit.

And just like before—

Slice.

“AAAHHHHH YOU FUCKING—!!”

Splat.

Blood dripped. My fresh sacrifice was taken. The pain, while still unbearable, was slightly more tolerable than the first time. My nerves had dulled a little. Or maybe my brain had just decided to disassociate entirely.

“Goddamn it,” I wheezed, stumbling back as the stone began to shift once more.

Another transformation. Another rumble. Another small vagina. Yet instead of another staircase leading deeper into the labyrinth, this time a massive black door appeared in front of us. The door was simple and clean of any decorations, with only four holes of four-shaped pussies adorning its front.

“So the small stone pussies were the keys,” Soraka thought out loud.

“I think so,” I said, taking the other three pussy keys from my inventory and pushing the three with the fourth one into their respective places.

After inserting every stone, the door rumbled open, revealing a huge room with a blue, murky fog surrounding a gigantic throne. On that throne sat a statue of a figure with four angelic wings and two faces—one of sadness, one of happiness—wielding a sword in hand.

‘Why does this statue look familiar?’ I thought, staring at the winged statue and taking a step inside this room. The moment I did—

Ding!

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