Eunuch Anatomy Novels & Stories

Seeing that Yin Renshu is still doubting him, he added, "I know that you do not fully trust me but I want to help this old acquaintance of mine to rest in peace." The emperor thinks for a while before he speaks, "Does this acquaintance of yours got buried with his body incomplete? It's said that if a eunuch dies and got buried without his shaft, he will haunt men and cut theirs as well. He won't stop this act until he finds his. Perhaps this is the case?" The man immediately answered, "The learned sir isn't wrong about dead eunuchs searching for their detached manhood. However, good sir, the detached part of him got buried with him. I know that because I was there at his funeral."

I take his hand in mine and get him to stroke my dick, pulling back the foreskin a little. "That's the foreskin that surrounds the glans to protect them. Just beside there is the frenulum," I explain as I move his hand to show him what I'm talking about. It takes so much self control to keep in moans of pleasure as he basically jerks me off. "That's the urethral opening, where the semen comes out of." "Could you show me what that looks like?" He asks as he moves his thumb across the slit on my dick. "I can show you on your dick," I say as I start stroking him. "Now you're in the second stage, arousal. Your body will be heating up even more and your muscles will be getting tense."

"Ungh!" Eugene's face was buried in the sheets. The hands gripping his pelvis pulled his lower body upward. Soon hands came under his body to lift his upper body, instantly positioning him on all fours like a dog. The embarrassment was brief as the sound of a zipper being lowered echoed from behind. A hot flesh mass touched him. His thigh muscles tightened with tension. Large hands gripped his buttocks hard enough to burst, and soon the flesh mass pushed in. "Ah...!"

"Does it still hurt?" I shook my head, heart pounding like a drum. He chuckled softly, undoing the golden belt at his waist. "Rumor says I am a eunuch…" The dark robe slipped from his shoulders, revealing a sculpted chest and defined muscles. My cheeks burned. I quickly averted my gaze.

Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.

But there was something more to Eden, something that set her apart from other women. As she walked, Eden's mind wandered to her most intimate area. Her cock, a magnificent 16 inches long and as thick as a beer can, hung heavy and full between her legs. Her balls, the size of large eggs, ached with the weight of her potent seed. She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release.

Mary had me kneel down next to Jessica with the tip of my erection hovering four inches above the speculum spread opening to her vagina as Mary continued her narration she set the camcorder on the tripod to free up her hands and as she gently handled my erection she said. "Here we have an amazing text book example of phallic male fertility, look at the perfect shape and proportions, take note of the extremely aggressive wedge shaped head and thick crown. "The thick crown is perfectly designed to stimulate the female as the male uses his considerable length to deeply ejaculate and hold the sperm from escaping as he inseminates her fertile womb."

Vulk remarks as the elevator opens to reveal a naked body lying on the floor before us. Vulk rolls the body over and checks his vitals. He shakes his head in the negative. “Damn it, Ki,” I say, inspecting the body for what killed him. “This is the infamous unicorn?” Vulk asks incredulously. “The unicorn is a male prostitute?” “Well, they could only be caught with sex,” I explain, standing up and moving through the open door to room 12, “and he no longer trusted women.” “I thought they were like a horse? Where’s his big horn?” Vulk demands, gesturing at an invisible horn jutting from his forehead.