"Ah, yes, I can teach you a simple black magic spell for lubrication."

It is, as advertised, very simple. Black magic often is. Soon, the sword's hilt is coated with a thick scentless oil.

Okay? Okay. When he said earlier he was so horny he was considering putting a sword up his arse he did not realise he'd be taken so literally, and he's not sure whether this is Mareth or newly discovered kinks of his but he doesn't care. He grans Enserric. "You sure?"

"If I weren't entirely on board with this I wouldn't have turned my hilt into a dildo for you," Enserric points out. "-that's a yes."

"Just checking," he says easily. There's still some trepidation but it's easily won over by the twitch of his cock in his hand, and then his pants are on the floor around his ankle and he's jerking himself off while leading dildo-sword to his back entrance.

But of course he still needs some prep, so at first he just starts lightly pushing Enserric in, "just the tip" as they say. He's sensitive enough that a moan escapes his lips at the touch.

The smooth metal slips into him easily, easier than flesh would. It's thick, and there's a stretch, a protest from his muscles, but the actual motion is easy.

"I think I could thrust into you under my own power," Enserric says thoughtfully. "It'd be an effort, but it'd let you focus on other things."

Sadde's asshole clenches a bit at that. "I'll take you up on that once I'm a little bit, ah, looser," he says, massaging himself with Enserric to do just that.

Enserric begins to vibrate gently, helping him along.

—oh, okay, the vibration feels, er, nicer than he'd anticipated, gosh. He grips the blade a little bit more tightly, not altogether volitionally, and starts thrusting into himself slowly. It doesn't take that long, he's done anal not that long ago, but Enserric is somewhat larger than what he's usually found. "Oh, gods," he moans, and remembers he can also continue jerking off so he goes ahead and resumes that.

The vibrations intensify, and Enserric starts thrusting into him.

"Do you mind if I try something?" he asks with the air of a scientist.

"Oh fuck—yes, go ahead, shit, you're thick—" He lets go of Enserric and starts playing with his left nipple—oh, okay, this feels not quite the same as when he's got a girl body, but it's good, different good, okay—

Enserric withdraws until only his pommel is inside Sadde, then thrusts in and swells, then draws back out, reducing a little bit, and thrusts back in and swells again.

Sadde stumbles a little at that. "Goddess almighty," he curses, then finds a wall to lean against. "That hurt—do it again—"

Enserric obliges. "I can do it a bit slower if it hurts?"

"No it's great just keep going, fuck—"

He keeps going. Soon enough he's hilting in Sadde with every thrust, and the rhythm of thrusting and growing and shrinking and withdrawing is mechanically precise.

Okay he's not used to so many stimuli so he's gonna come all over the floor not too long after that with a loud groan.

Enserric withdraws and clatters to the floor.

He's not panting, because he doesn't have lungs, but his voice is slightly shaky as he says "I would call that a successful experiment."

"Y-yes," he says, and he is panting. "—I'm pretty sure that counts as sex." Pause. "Does that make things awkward, it never made things awkward for me but other people were very weird."

"I'm a ghost living in a sword teaching you magic in a dimension full of rape demons and fruit that turns you into an anthropomorphic dog. This was never not weird. But no, to answer your question I'm fully capable of having casual sex and remaining friends with someone afterwards."

"Okay cool." ....... "It is kind of weird that the best sex I've ever had was with a sword. No offence."

"Well, I have the advantage of magic, and magic is a hell of an advantage. I had some techniques back when I was alive that really would have made your toes curl."

"Sounds hot. ...but I should do the, er, meditation thing now." Even though the thought of other techniques is making his limp dick start to wake back up again.

Enserric shimmers back into his base form. His hilt is now a single-hander again, his pommel no longer a cockhead.

"Would you put me back in my sheath first? -my proper sheath, I mean. Not the one between your legs."

Sadde laughs. "I think it would be inconvenient to carry you all the time inside me. Even if the idea is also kinda hot." He grabs Enserric's sheath for him and places him back inside.

Enserric hums contently. "-thank you, by the way. That was... very nice."