In the center of it all, Charles lay flat on his back, Sophia straddling his hips. She bent and took the thick, still-dripping cock into her avid mouth, licking and suckling with single-minded devotion.
"How many has he pleasured already?" Theresa asked suddenly, blinking with curiosity. "Can a man even handle so many at once? Unless—you've used magic to bolster him?"
Ruth blushed, looking down. "No, Charles simply has prodigious stamina. We also… um, we purposely overstimulate whomever he's working on so they finish quickly—so everyone can have at least one turn before he's spent."
"It's necessary, really, with so many sisters and only so much time. Sophia is the fifth tonight. Judging by past experience, he's almost at his limit."
Ruth drew away, more occupied than she admitted. Secretly, she had other urgent tasks this night.
Theresa said nothing, only watched, breath catching, as Sophia rode Charles with languid, rhythmic motion—her slender waist rocking as soft cries slipped from her lips.
Ruth was anxious, glancing constantly at Theresa, waiting to see if she would join.
At last, as Sophia's turn neared its climax, Theresa took a trembling breath, raised her shimmering finger, and pointed toward the center. "I want to do it—like she is."
Ruth's eyes lit up immediately. Hattie and Sephera, who had been feigning exhaustion a moment before, perked up excitedly. "Really? Wonderful! Let's get ready for Eldest Sister right away!"
"How many is that now?" Theresa suddenly asked. "Can he even keep going? I've heard ordinary men can barely handle one girl. Did you use magic on him?"
Ruth, ever attentive at her side, lowered her eyes, cheeks reddening. "...It's not that Charles is superhuman. We actually make a point to flank whichever sister he's with, making her climax as fast as possible. That way, before Charles's stamina runs out, everyone gets at least one round of bliss."
"It's a necessary, if regretful, technique, considering his limits." Turning away, she appeared almost ashamed to look Theresa in the eye. "Now, four sisters have had their share of joy, Sophia is the fifth. Based on experience, he'll be tapped out very soon."
"I can sit this one out tonight, leave it to you, Eldest Sister. But after seeing the others... Are you ready?"
Her actual reason for holding back was something else entirely. She still had a more important mission.
Theresa said nothing, simply watching as Sophia straddled Charles, her narrow waist undulating, melodic cries falling from her lips.
Her gaze glimmered as she debated within herself. Ruth, ever anxious, could only wait in silence, hoping for a decision.
Finally, as Sophia's ride neared its end, Theresa took a shaky breath, lifted a trembling finger, and pointed forward. "I want to use her posture, too!"
Ruth's eyes immediately sparkled, while Hattie and Sephera, who'd been lying limply on the bed, perked up instantly, excitement written all over their faces. "Really? Great, Eldest Sister, wait a second, we'll get it ready for you!"
Sophia's turn ended soon after. Very sensitive, she collapsed atop Charles, limp, barely breathing.
Ekta and Andny went over, lifting Sophia's arms and tossing her aside with little ceremony, leaving the spot above Charles's body open for Theresa.
"Come, Master, let me assist you." Sephera gripped Theresa's soft hips with a gentle smile, then turned, barking at Hattie. "Go fix the priest's cock, get it ready for Master's pleasure!"
Hattie rolled her eyes but complied, moving beside Charles, lowering her mouth to his shaft—still slick with Sophia's nectar—and swirling her tongue skillfully, sucking it clean with practiced ease.
Charles, lying back, enjoyed the warm caress of Hattie's mouth, while nervously watching Theresa. He forced a smile, though his insides churned. No matter how much he loved his sisters, Theresa was still a ruthless witch. Who knew what would happen if she suddenly snapped during sex...
"I can do it myself..."
Seeing Sephera's solicitous expression, Theresa offered a small, wry laugh, but did not refuse the help. She allowed herself to be guided as she sank onto Charles's thighs.
Complicated emotions played across her face. Biting her lower lip, she lectured herself: This was a necessary sacrifice for a safer future. For a witch, this was hardly precious—Theresa, don't let old-world dogmas chain you down.
Convincing herself, she watched as Hattie withdrew from Charles's cock and stepped back to clear a path.
Imitating Sophia's posture, Theresa parted her thighs, straddled Charles's hips clumsily, and brought the throbbing shaft against her tender folds, now slick with her own anticipation.
The heat radiating from his cock was unmistakable. It was almost time...
Her shaky hand reached out, fingertips grazing his member only to flinch away instinctively.
Worried she would chicken out, Sephera rushed to whisper in her ear, "It's all right, Master, I promise—if you just sit down, you'll experience joy you never dreamed of..."
Hattie nodded eagerly as well, urging her on. The two witches' coaxing finally eased the furrow in Theresa's brow.
Yes, she'd seen the genuine ecstasy in her sisters' faces. That couldn't possibly be faked, could it?
At least, Sephera wouldn't lie to her—surely. To feel what they felt, to be part of them... Theresa bit her lip and made her decision, then slowly lowered herself—
"Nnngh—!"
Charles's thick cock, slick with her arousal, pushed against her entrance, prying open her tight, delicate flesh and penetrating deep inside. He watched as Theresa froze with the strange, overwhelming sensation. Meeting resistance, she hesitated.
But soon, after a firm downward roll of her hips, she forced Charles's throbbing shaft to plunge through, feeling him completely fill her aching, untouched sex.
She gasped, her eyelids fluttering, feeling every inch as he stretched and filled her. Charles's chest hammered excitedly as the archwitch's heat encapsulated his length, gripping and squeezing with each squeeze of her muscles. It was electric, primal ecstasy—his only thought: Don't lose control! Just one more push, get her to the peak, then strike!
But for Theresa, it was a peculiar, almost shocking experience. Her body trembled—the fullness of his cock, the burn of penetration, the sting at her core. Waves of strange sensations cascaded from her joined entrance, making every muscle tingle and weaken—
And she hated this weakness, fighting to resist.
Sephera's voice rose in excitement, cheeks flush, as the other witches 'heroically' forced themselves to sit up, gathering 'round, eyes glued to the union of flesh at the center—a historic moment.
Flushed and embarrassed, surrounded by her sisters, Theresa dropped her head and covered burning cheeks with her hands. "Don't look..."
Her body wobbled, and even Charles's cock started to twist deep inside her, stirring her cunt and making her throat whimper involuntarily. "Ah..."
Immediately she stiffened, mortified. Sophia was already beside her. "Yes, just like that, Eldest sister."
"Try it—move your hips, find your rhythm, rock back and forth, and keep that up to find your pleasure."
The witches sidled closer, guiding her hands, her posture, her motions. Only Ruth slipped behind Theresa on the bed, hiding herself from view, kneeling in shadow, her eyes cold and set with murderous intent. The time was almost right.
Outside the dorm window, Nidalee couldn't look away. A wild blaze burned within her as she watched what transpired, her breath catching. Her hand wandered to her chest, kneading through soft furs at her breast, while the other slipped into her shorts to rub at her throbbing, needy clit.
"Ugh..."
Stifling any sound, she remained crouched beneath the window, eyes glued to the lascivious scene, desperately tending to her own body's burning need. It had been ages—over half a year—since she last took care of herself. This time was different; nature's fire would torment her until it found release. Still, she reasoned, better to wait until they were all exhausted and asleep before searching for the Holy Sword Fragment. For now, she would endure, letting her fingers work their blasphemous magic.
Inside, under her sisters' insistent coaching, Theresa leaned forward, pressing her palms into Charles's chest. Her breasts hung down like creamy bells, gently swinging as she began to rock her body, easing Charles's cock in and out slowly, the thick shaft dragging against her most sensitive flesh.
Her breasts swayed with each movement, the tips tracing delicious patterns in the air. Charles lay still beneath her, entirely focused on the heat and pressure of her sex around his cock, the soft, wet folds gripping and milking him.
Theresa's brow remained knit with tension, her throat stuttering panting whimpers; her body tense, fighting—and failing—to resist the unaccustomed invasion.
"Eldest Sister, relax!" Hattie whispered, mouth at her ear. "If you stay tense, you won't feel the pleasure—you'll only get pain."
Sephera encouraged her as well, "Don't hold onto your usual logic. Let go—give yourself to your instincts, let the pleasure take you."
"Yes, we're your best sisters," she continued. "Trust us—relax, or you'll never know the true depths of pleasure."
Slowly, Theresa allowed the tension to fall away. She went limp, slumping back, letting Sephera catch her. She smiled softly, eyes half-lidded, voice dreamy: "I'm relaxed now... so I don't have any strength left. The rest is up to all of you."
Throughout, she never looked at Charles again. He was a mere prop—a tool for closing the distance between herself and her sisters, nothing more.
The witches guided her down till she lay flat on her back. Charles rose, positioning himself between her supple thighs, pressing the tip of his cock at her dripping entrance before plunging inside, driving himself deep into her.
"Oh—!"
Once again, a surge of raw sensation raced through Theresa's body. This time, there was no resistance in her; just a pure, unfettered cry from her lips as Charles thrust inside, meeting her in a primal, feral mound of flesh and pleasure.
"Whew…"
Charles's own throat rasped with pleasure, finally in control and reveling in the sensation. He pulled out, pausing to let Theresa feel the brief void of emptiness—then suddenly slammed back in.
"Ah—!"
Theresa's legs flew up, voice trembling with bliss. After so many nights of practice, Charles no longer needed teasing tricks—steady rhythm and deep strokes alone were enough to drive this newly-initiated archwitch to wild climax.
He built up slowly, coaxing her arousal higher with measured thrusts, accelerating only when her body writhed uncontrollably and she clung to his wrists. Then he surged forward, battering her deeper, pounding her in relentless waves.
"Ugh... ah—!"
Theresa began to surrender to it, lost in the strange, overwhelming pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Charles's waist, trembling with every meeting of hips, her belly fluttering as she matched his tempo.
When her enjoyment became obvious, her breasts wobbling with each thrust, Hattie and Sophia exchanged a look, then each took a side, capturing a nipple between their lips and lavishing it with tongue and gentle sucking.
"Ah... ah—?!"
Amidst her increasingly breathless gasps, Theresa opened her eyes to see the witches at her chest. With a wry grin, she let them be, draping an arm over each one's shoulders like daughters, surrendering herself to the euphoric onslaught. "Ah— Hattie, Sephera—!"
She was barely present in her own body anymore, consciousness ascending to heights she'd never known as hot tides of sensation surged uncontrollably inside her.
Above her, Sephera dipped down and pressed lips to hers, silencing her scream with a wet, consuming kiss—so that only muffled moans escaped: "Woo—mmm Woo—!"
At last, Theresa's body, entirely emptied of resistance, tensed again, every muscle in her belly, buttocks, and thighs working in concert to milk Charles's cock for all it was worth, clutching him almost unbearably deep inside.
"Oh—!"
Charles could hold back no longer. Gritting his teeth, he drove all the way in, burying his thick cock to the hilt, unleashing in a throbbing explosion. Ropes of hot semen shot deep inside Theresa's body, filling her twitching cunt to overflowing. The intense pulsing, the sensation of sticky heat spraying against her insides, sent her into a devastating, uncontrollable climax of her own—legs locked, nails clawing his back as she howled through a fit of soul-shattering pleasure.
Charles didn't pull out, instead grinding against her, pouring out more of his seed with each flex, some of it oozing out around his cock to slick her trembling thighs and pool beneath them. Theresa's body shuddered, her cunt clenching in aftershocks, milking every last drop.
After the frenzy, Sophia and Hattie gently tended to Theresa, caressing her sweat-sheened skin, massaging her thighs, and pressing soothing kisses to her cheeks and breasts. Sephera leaned down, using her tongue and lips to clean the mixture of Charles's cum and Theresa's own fluids still leaking from her thoroughly-used sex. Charles, legs still trembling, finally withdrew, his cock wet and spent—then flopped onto the bed beside the exhausted, sated archwitch, breathless and dazed, their bodies tangled, glistening in afterglow.
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