Hades gasped as he turned his head to watch. His suspended leg shook a little as Prometheus’ hot breath and tongue coaxed him to slowly harden and drop from his sheath. The cock itself was bottle shaped and knotted at the base. It was textured with soft nodules all along the underside with a prominent cockhead. Though only black at the tip, it gradually faded to a soft purple where it joined at his body.

Hades was obviously clearly aroused, though he tried not to think about what that meant about him in too much detail. The eroticism was undeniable, and why not just enjoy the strength and beauty of their current shapes?

“I take it that you find it decent,” he said with mock modesty.