Zique gripped the sheets tighter, preparing for a pain that did not come. Those imaginary strings around his heart did not tighten and the imaginary pins and needles did not dig an inch deeper.

He didn’t understand, Shontelle had already taken in more than a half of his c*ck, why did he not feel as though he was dying?

Why was the curse not attacking him?

What was going on?

Have the goddess finally decided to give him a break?

Was she going to let him sow a child in peace?

Or was it...was it th