Ben was mighty pleased to see his bargain had paid off.

The quickly concealed hungry look this mistress had unconsciously displayed was just what he had hoped for all along.

Now, he had to strike the metal while it was still hot.....so he said to her in response to her curious question....

"However large you want it to be, my lady."

Ben saw a sparkle of hopeful expectation instantly bloom on the mistress’s face as her gaze locked onto Ben’s cock with an even more intense hunger....

So Ben quickly added to land the final hit.....

"However, my lady..."

"This is the largest I can currently get it to." Ben explained, pointing at his cock.

"What ?!.....Why?..... You just did it right?...."

"Sure you can increase it again, can’t you?"

The mistress muttered in question, a little frazzled and almost losing her composure from Ben’s words.

But then her expression turned questioning again, as if unsure how he had managed to do it in the first place.

Of course, Ben wasn’t going to miss such a prime opportunity, so he followed up with the most believable explanation he could give...

"My lady, the thing is.....my cock is very temperamental...."

Ben began to say as he sat back down on the mattress with his back to the headboard....The mistress as if mirroring his actions also did the same.

"You see....depending on factors such as my personal welfare, living conditions, as well as how I am being treated..."

"my powers can either react positively or negatively to it."

"You mean to say..." the mistress mumbled in a little understanding.

"That’s right, my lady..."

"My dick only got this small because of my recent unfavourable circumstances."

"Oh ... so that’s how it is. You mahji’s really are special.....like someone else i know"

The mistress mumbled as she nodded slowly in understanding, then turning to Ben with an inquisitive look on her face, she asked....

"And how long will it take to get your..." she whispered, her gaze drawing down meaningfully to Ben’s still hard cock.

"It depends, my lady...." Ben explained calmly, crossing both his legs on the mattress, with both his hands underneath his head in a relaxed manner.

He knew he already had her in his grasp.

That she was mistaking his identity for being some type of mahji, was of little concern; suffice he could continue to show her results, he had the situation well in the bag.

"If my circumstance is favorable enough....it can happen fast...."

"However..... if my circumstance is unfavorable...."

"it can take quite a while to get bigger.....or it might just keep getting smaller."

Ben met the mistress’s emerald gaze head on, as he added that last part.

He watched as he could almost visibly see the gears turning in her head, with her gaze occasionally falling onto Ben’s cock and back to his face, as she analysed the pros and cons of Ben’s proposal.

She appeared still on the edge about the decision, no doubt already realizing what Ben was hinting at.

Giving her no time to relax..... Ben decided she needed a little push.

"Fourteen inches...." Ben suddenly uttered as he sat up straight on the bed.

"What?!" the mistress responded in shock, with her beautiful eyes bulging at Ben’s declaration.

"Yes. You heard me.....Fourteen inches..."

"I can make it that big."

The mistress’s luscious thighs began to rub slowly against one another on the mattress....

A thick blush now adorning her her face as she took in Ben’s meaning....

But soon her gaze turned resolute, as she had finally come to a decision.... she whispered to Ben≥...

"It will be dangerous..."

"And we might all get destroyed for this....All of us."

"But...." Her hungry gaze drew down to Ben’s cock, her emerald eyes practically reflecting the promise that cock held, as her voice regained its noble flare, she proclaimed....

"I will protect you, Hardwood....."

Hearing those words finally come from her....

it took all Ben had in him not to simply jump up in glee.

He could catch the seriousness in the mistress’s voice, knowing she was making a monumental decision he couldn’t really fathom the consequences of at the moment....but he knew it wasn’t light at all.

"But....." The mistress suddenly paused, she moved closer to Ben until she was only an inch from his face, her seering gaze, baring down on him as she instructed....

"No one....."

"I repeat....."

"Absolutely no one can know you are not impure!"

"Swear it!" she commanded sternly.

"I swear it!" Ben responded, reflecting her seriousness as much as he could.

"It has to be just the two of us....no one else should ever see your penis, do you understand?"

"I understand perfectly,"Ben responded again, nodding like a school boy being lectured by his teacher.

The mistress’s gaze bore down on him for a few extra moments....

Whereas, Ben could barely hold her gaze as his eyes kept drifting lower to her delicious-looking breasts in the transparent nightwear she had on.

"Good..." the mistress sounded, heaving a slow breath at the decision made.

"Because if anyone ever catches wind of this..."

"We’ll all be cleansed.....every single one of us."

The empress added seriously, before her wandering gaze began to linger around Ben’s mouth.

Her expression slowly shifted from the previous seriousness, to heated need.

In a commanding tone...she instructed.... "The thing with the tongue....."

Ben watched as the mistress slid lower from the headboard, proceeding to slowly open her large juicy thighs, both her hands reaching to grip onto the wooden frame as if in preparation for whats to come as she whispered in a commanding but sensual tone.....

"Do it again."

A slow grin curved Ben’s face, ready to oblige the mistress, but before that, he thought to slowly build a more emotional connection with lady....a connection that would remove this boundary of status between.

And the first step was.....

Ben drew closer until his lips was to her ears as he whispered in question....

"My lady....mind telling me your name?"

The mistress slowly turned her head to Ben, her face now red in embarrassment from her vulnerable state.

Her expression alternated through impatience and a little confusion as she whispered back.....

"I am your grand duchess, of course."

’Fuck!....the grand duchess?!’

’Why the hell were they calling her mistress?!"

Ben exclaimed in his mind. He always knew this lady would certainly not be a small fry.....

But a grand duchess?

He never imagained that. from his little understanding, this was a position just below that of the royal family.

"O....Of course, I already know that, my lady...." Ben responded as convincingly as he could...

Not allowing the shock of this lady’s actual position to show, he might just give himself away as someone not from their lands.

Then smiling softly, he added as suave as he could...."

"What I am interested in is not my lady’s exalted status.....but for her maiden name."

Ben already knew the mistress’s name, courtesy of his system....

Though the last name seemed strangely family for some reason.

His question had shed some light on her status and where Ben was, and also would hopefully bring them closer. Thats how powerful names are.

"Someone as beautiful as my lady deserves to have their name engraved in one’s soul." Ben purred into her ears....

Causing the mistress to blush unconsciously in addition to her already heated state.

Yet still maintained a straight face even in her unholy position as she replied casually, throwing her head to the side away from Ben as she offered curtly casually in response....

"My name is Faerwyn...." she murmured.

"...and don’t get the wrong idea about what ’this’ is....."

"This is simply a transaction.....I sure hope you understand this fact, young man." she added, as Ben responded passionately....

"I wouldn’t dare!....."

"my lady Faerwyn."