Cock-Sock

All Socks

“Aha, good choice, honey!” the succubus says, snatching up the money and stashing it away. “Now let’s get that bad boy fitted on you.” Greta motions with her hand, a movement that causes her mountainous cleavage to jiggle hypnotically. “Well, come on then, let’s see the tasty cock getting all dressed up,” she says, her voice becoming a deep purr.

Well? Do you want this cock-sock attached to your penis semi-permanently?

Wool

You spy a thick, woolen sock sitting on a counter and take it up to Greta. “Ah, yes. That’s our basic sock. Warm and cozy, great for those chilly nights. That one’s a mere 10 gems. A steal, of course.” You take the cock-sock over to the counter where Greta sits, knitting even more garments and place down the gems required. Well? Do you want this cock-sock attached to your penis semi-permanently?

• YES

You nod to the busty succubus and strip off your comfortable clothes, revealing your naked body. Greta’s eyes light up as she looks over your body with barely-contained lust. Finally her eyes settle onto your cock, and she licks her lips. With one hand she lifts your limp cock up, giving it a pleasant little stroke.

Her other hand approaches, her thumb, fore- and middle-fingers holding the sock open as she slips it over your cock-head. She pulls it snugly into place and then gives your penis a little kiss. The second her lips make contact with your flesh, a chill runs across your body, followed by a flood of warmth.

Greta smiles knowingly and returns to her chair behind the counter.

• NO

You shake your head. Greta sighs, “Figures. Here’s your money back, honey. Come back when you change your mind.”

Alabaster

You pick up a one sock and inspect it. It’s a pure white cock sock, edged with delicate lace. It almost appears to be some kind of bridal wear... although you don’t know of any kind of bride that would wear something like this. “Ah yeah, that’s a popular one. Some folks like the purity that it suggests... though I can’t guess why. It’s 25 gems, though.”