The sensation is unlike what you really expected it to be.
A nauseating pain, mixed with a strange itch and vaguely nostalgic growing paint.
You feel deeply uncomfortable, ill and find it hard to stay still as the magic prods at your sack, re-knitting the damaged glands.
Finally, in a shocking pulse of sensation, the process is complete, leaving you functional, able and most certainly willing.
"Well, that went well. Better than last time for sure.">>327403
"The castle? I'll need to contact Captain Radiance about that. He and Nightstrider agreed to lock off the royal areas to ensure security."