“Come now, Anterrin. A hand for a hand is hardly like for like. Yours will grow back,” Taladaius argued. “In a month or more! How am I supposed to do anything like this?” He waved his dismembered hand in the air. Against all good judgment that I knew he possessed, Lorreth laughed. “When it grows back all tiny like, at least it’ll be in better proportion when you wrap it around your cock.”
