Lavinia Reni stood alone in the frozen chamber beneath the Grauzauberer headquarters, her breath fogging in the air despite the magical wards that should have kept the temperature stable. The Absolute Demise doll floated beside her, its porcelain face as impassive as ever, but tonight the ice that encased its limbs was fractured—thin spiderweb cracks running through the eternal frost like veins of black lightning.
She reached out, fingers trembling, and touched the doll's cheek. A sharp jolt of pain shot through her arm, and she yanked her hand back with a hiss. The Longinus was destabilizing. Fast.
For years, Absolute Demise had been her perfect partner—cold, obedient, absolute. It had never asked for anything. Never demanded warmth. Never made her feel the aching void that Tobio's gentle smiles sometimes exposed in her chest. But now it was feeding on her life force, draining her to stabilize itself, and if it fully shattered... both of them would die.
She'd consulted the archives. She'd tried every stabilization ritual in the Grauzauberer library. Nothing worked. The Sacred Gear was too ancient, too absolute in its demands. It needed raw life energy—massive quantities, channeled through the most primal act of creation.
Repeated, unprotected insemination.
The words from the forbidden text still burned in her mind. Multiple donors. Potent ones. Sorcerers of high rank, whose seed carried dense magical essence. The ritual would anchor her soul to the physical plane through the act of conception—real or potential. Dozens of creampies. Hundreds, if needed, until the doll stabilized.
Lavinia wrapped her arms around herself, the silk of her black witch's dress whispering against her skin. She was twenty-two years old. Beautiful in the cold, untouchable way that made men stare and women envy. Long platinum-blonde hair, pale skin, ice-blue eyes that rarely showed emotion. Full breasts that strained against her corset top, a narrow waist, hips that swayed with unconscious grace. Tobio called her his ice princess, and she let him because his warmth felt... safe.
But safety wouldn't save her now.
The door creaked open behind her, and she didn't turn. She knew the heavy footsteps.
"Elder Magnus," she said flatly.
The old sorcerer stepped into the torchlight. Seventy years old, but still broad-shouldered and strong, his white beard trimmed neatly, his eyes sharp with ambition. He'd been watching her for years—ever since she'd joined Grauzauberer as a prodigy. Always lingering a little too long, his gaze tracing the curve of her ass when he thought she wasn't looking.
"I've reviewed your findings, child," he said, voice like gravel. "The diagnosis is correct. Absolute Demise is starving."
"I know."
"There is only one ritual that will work." He stepped closer, and she finally turned to face him. "The Fertile Anchor. You know what it requires."
Lavinia's jaw tightened. "Multiple male participants. Repeated internal ejaculation. No barriers."
"Exactly." Magnus smiled, and it didn't reach his eyes. "And not just any males. Powerful ones. Myself and four others from the inner circle. We've all agreed to... assist you."
She felt her stomach twist. Five old men. Powerful, yes. Experienced in ways that made her skin crawl and—traitorously—her thighs clench. Magnus alone had fathered twelve magical children. His seed was potent.
"How long?" she asked.
"Weeks. Perhaps months. Daily sessions until the doll stabilizes completely." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She didn't flinch, but her heart hammered. "You'll need to stay here, isolated. Tell your little boyfriend you're on a solo retreat for training."
Tobio.
The thought of lying to him made her chest ache worse than the doll's feedback pain. Tobio Ikuse, with his shy smiles and gentle hands. The boy who'd seen past her ice to the lonely girl beneath. They'd only recently confessed their feelings—stolen kisses in dark hallways, tentative touches that left her breathless and wanting more.
But they'd never gone further. He respected her too much. Waited for her to be ready.
And now she was going to let five old sorcerers pump her full of cum every day while he waited patiently at home.
"I'll do it," she said quietly.
Magnus's smile widened. "Good girl. We begin tomorrow night. Prepare yourself."
That evening, Lavinia sat in her room, phone pressed to her ear.
"Tobio?" she said when he answered.
"Lavinia!" His voice brightened instantly. "How's training going?"
"I'm... extending my retreat. The elders think I need more isolation to master a new technique." The lie tasted like ash.
A pause. "Are you okay? You sound tired."
"I'm fine." She forced warmth into her voice. "Just focused. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Every day." She could hear the soft smile in his words. "When you get back, I'll make you that chocolate cake you like."
Her throat tightened. "I'd like that."
They talked for an hour—about nothing and everything. His day with the Slash/Dog team. Her fake training progress. When they hung up, she stared at the phone for a long time, tears threatening for the first time in years.
Tomorrow, she would become their cumdump.
The ritual chamber was deep underground, lit by floating orbs of blue witchfire. A massive circular bed dominated the center—silk sheets, restraints dangling from posts, magical circles etched into the stone floor beneath.
Lavinia arrived wearing only a thin white shift that clung to her curves, her nipples visible through the fabric. The five elders waited, naked and already half-hard. Magnus in the center, thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. Beside him, Elder Viktor—tall and lean, his dick long and curved. Elder Hans, stocky and hairy, with balls like ripe fruit. Elder Otto, thin but with a monstrously thick shaft. And Elder Klaus, the youngest at sixty, but with a pierced prince albert that glinted in the light.
"Welcome, Lavinia," Magnus said. "Remove the shift."
Her fingers trembled as she obeyed, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Five pairs of eyes devoured her naked body—full D-cup breasts with pale pink nipples already hardening in the cool air, flat stomach, the neat triangle of platinum pubic hair above her virgin-tight pussy. She'd never let Tobio see her like this. Never let anyone.
"Beautiful," Viktor murmured.
She stepped onto the bed and lay down in the center, spreading her legs without being told. The magical restraints snapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her open like an offering.
Magnus knelt between her thighs first. "We'll start slow. One at a time, until you're ready for more."
He rubbed his thick cockhead against her slit, and she gasped at how wet she already was. Traitorous body.
"Already dripping," he chuckled. "Your cunt knows what it needs."
He pushed in.
Lavinia cried out as her virginity tore—sharp pain quickly drowned by the impossible fullness. Magnus was huge, stretching her walls until she felt split open. He bottomed out with a grunt, his hairy balls slapping her ass.
"Fuck, she's tight," he groaned. "Like a vice."
He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside her. Lavinia bit her lip to stifle moans, but they escaped anyway.
"Ah... ahh... it's too big..."
"Take it, witch," Magnus growled, speeding up. His hips slammed against hers, the wet slap-slap-slap filling the chamber. "This pussy was made for breeding."
The others watched, stroking themselves. Viktor's long cock leaked precum. Hans's thick shaft throbbed in his fist.
Lavinia's resistance crumbled faster than she expected. Each thrust sent sparks through her body, building pressure she'd never felt before. Her breasts bounced with every impact, nipples aching.
"Nngh... oh gods... deeper..."
Magnus laughed and obliged, pounding her mercilessly. Her pussy squelched obscenely around his cock, juices coating his balls.
"You're going to cum on my cock, aren't you?" he taunted. "Going to milk my seed like a good little slut."
"No... I... ahhn~!"
Her first orgasm hit like a blizzard—violent and all-consuming. Her back arched, toes curling, pussy clenching rhythmically around the invading shaft.
"YES! Fuck yes, squeeze me!" Magnus roared.
He slammed deep one last time and erupted.
Hot, thick ropes of cum painted her insides—pulse after pulse, flooding her womb until she felt it sloshing. He stayed buried, grinding, making sure every drop took root.
When he pulled out, a gush of white followed, dripping down her ass crack.
"First load delivered," he announced.
Viktor took his place immediately, sliding into the cum-slick mess with ease.
"Oh fuck," Lavinia whimpered. The second cock felt different—longer, hitting her cervix with every thrust.
"You're even tighter now," Viktor hissed. "Full of Magnus's seed and still hungry."
He fucked her faster, lean hips snapping. Lavinia's head thrashed side to side, platinum hair sticking to her sweat-damp face.
"Ah! Ah! Too fast... gonna break..."
"Break then," he snarled. "Break on my cock."
Her second orgasm built quicker, helped by the cum lubricating everything. When it crashed over her, she screamed—raw and broken.
"AHHHN~! CUMMING! CUMMING ON STRANGER COCK!"
Viktor laughed and unloaded, adding his thinner but copious load to the mix. When he withdrew, more cum bubbled out, her pussy gaping slightly.
Hans was next—brutish and rough. He flipped her onto her stomach despite the restraints, yanking her hips up so she was on knees and elbows.
"Time for doggy, bitch."
His thick cock forced its way in, stretching her abused hole wider. Lavinia sobbed into the sheets as he rutted like an animal.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of his hairy belly smacking her ass echoed.
"Take it... take every inch... gonna breed this fancy witch cunt..."
Lavinia's fingers clawed at the sheets. The position let him hit deeper, bullying her cervix.
"It's in my womb... oh gods, it's in my womb..."
"That's right," Hans grunted. "Gonna flood it again."
Her third orgasm was different—deeper, more visceral. She felt it in her core, radiating outward.
"I'm... I'm cumming again... don't stop... please don't stop..."
She hated herself for begging, but her body betrayed her completely.
Hans bellowed and came, his balls contracting visibly as they pumped another massive load inside. When he pulled out, her pussy farted obscenely, expelling air and cum in wet bursts.
Otto approached with his monstrous girth. Lavinia's eyes widened in fear.
"That's... that's not going to fit..."
"It will," he said calmly.
He proved it slowly—inch by agonizing inch, forcing her walls to accommodate his thickness. Lavinia screamed the entire time, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
"TOO THICK! SPLITTING ME APART! AHHH~!"
Once fully seated, he began short, grinding thrusts that stirred all the previous loads into froth.
Her fourth orgasm came almost immediately, then a fifth in rapid succession. She lost count as he methodically fucked her into oblivion.
By the time Otto came—grunting as his thick cock pulsed, adding his heavy load—Lavinia was barely coherent, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.
Last was Klaus with his pierced cock. The metal ball dragged along her oversensitive walls, sending electric shocks through her.
"Oh... oh fuck... the piercing... it's rubbing my g-spot..."
Klaus smirked and started pounding, the jewelry making obscene wet clicking sounds inside her sloppy hole.
Lavinia's eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out. This was it—the ahegao they'd been waiting for.
"Ohoooo~❤️ Ohohhhh~! Cock piercing feels so gooood~!"
She babbled incoherently as he fucked her through three more orgasms, each one reducing her further.
When Klaus finally came, pulling out at the last second to paint her gaping, cum-filled pussy with stripes of white before pushing back in to finish deep, Lavinia was gone.
Just a drooling, twitching mess.
The elders released the restraints, and she collapsed onto the sheets, belly slightly distended from the sheer volume of seed inside her.
Magnus stroked her hair almost gently. "Session one complete. Tomorrow we'll do two rounds. Then three."
Lavinia could only whimper.
Later, cleaned up and dressed in a fresh shift, she sat in her private room within the compound. Her phone buzzed—a text from Vali.
[How's the boring witch retreat going, ice queen?]
She stared at the screen for a long moment, thighs still sticky despite the cleaning spell.
[Productive,] she typed back. [Making good progress on stabilization techniques.]
[Don't work too hard. Save some energy for when you get back—we've got a mission coming up.]
[I will.]
She set the phone down and curled into a ball, feeling the cum still sloshing deep inside her.
Tobio's face flashed in her mind, and fresh tears came.
But beneath the guilt, something else stirred.
A dark, hungry warmth.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.