❤ Five-on-one with Amulette

There wouldn’t be many chances to be five on one with a single girl. It was hard to envision how exactly Amulette was going to service five of you at once, but that was all the more reason you wanted to put her to the test. If she had the power to turn you into five people, certainly she had the power to handle five guys, right? It actually wasn’t much of an ask, comparatively. The expert way she was handling your cock with her hands right now did a lot to inspire confidence as well.

You accepted Amulette’s offer: if she was so cocksure she thought she could handle five Vins, then sure, let her have it.

“An enlightened answer, my energetic ally. Let us enjoy an enchanting evening the way only an alluring enchanter and a whole envoy of her enamored may do so,” the witch chuckled, grinning broadly as she wrapped her fingers tighter around your length. Her fangs glinted, illuminated by the bonfire at the camp’s center. “And let us partake somewhere, perchance… a pittance more private…”

The witch led all five of you from the center of the camp back towards her section of the camp, a spot laden with talismans, totems, and the vague smell of sulfur. At least… it smelled like sulfur while you stood at the outer partition. Once you got past the tent’s flaps and inside of her sleeping area, you smelled the scent of a new perfume– something almost as intoxicating as the Black Forest Cider you consumed earlier and similarly fruity. You wouldn’t be surprised if this scent had its roots in a witch’s forest as well.

The bed at the center was carved from black wood, thick and sturdy, with white cloth sheets that looked like they’d been repurposed from some experiment– in other words, not overly luxurious. Amulette was frivolous in some ways, but practical in others. It seemed like she trusted her own mood-making abilities enough to judge a luxurious bed didn’t need to be part of the deal. That said… it was a bed for one, not two, and certainly not five.

“Hm hm hm… You’re having half a doubt, are you, my husband? You harbor hesitation. Trust me half a ten-fold and you will have a taste of heaven.”

The witch took your main body by the hands, leading you to the bedside. Once you were there, {if Slight = True}she roughly pushed you down with surprising strength, causing you to lay diagonally across it and missing the pillow entirely{else}pushed one hand against your chest, indicating you should lay down on your own.{endif} {if Master = True}You preferred to be on top, but you understood the logistics here: it was going to be hard to get started if one of you didn’t go on bottom.{elseif Servant = True}You were happiest on bottom anyway, thus, you had no reason not to oblige.{else}It just made sense, after all– if all five of you were going to get in on this, you couldn’t deny any point of access to her slender body.{endif} Once you were settled beneath her, Amulette climbed atop, her long nails scratching slightly at your skin with her lithe, cat-like motions. She shrugged and allowed her long-brimmed witch’s hat to fall to one side. Her silver-colored pigtails spilled to either side, dragging against your arms.

“I shan’t sit idle and survey as all squires assembled shed their shirts. Just jostle free the jewels,” she encouraged you. Yours were, of course, already free of their trappings. You assembled your collective brains to do the rest, having each of you reveal your completely identical, twitching penises, surrounding Amulette on both sides.

None of you needed to be completely naked, but you needed Amulette to be a little more so. Rather than waiting for her to do it, you assisted, leaving her the gloves and boots while pushing down her skirt and up her top. Her chest was bare beneath the band bra, allowing you to see the perky, purplish tip of her left nipple, unique to the demon race. Her breasts were modestly sized, disappearing under your hands as you reached up from your spot on the bed to cup each of them. The right breast was different, with the shape of a gold handprint– her hidden saintess mark– covering it, challenging the gray terrain of her whole body with a glimmer of brightness. You kneaded the soft flesh, watching her face for a reaction.

The woman’s forked tongue licked quickly along her lips, but otherwise, she barely seemed affected. “We’re only stumbling past the starting point, squire,” she insisted. “Keep going…”

The other of you around the bed’s foot coordinated to slip down her skirt and pull it free of her legs, revealing the black, low-cut cloth garment she wore underneath. It was fairly valuable looking, with jewels around the hips somewhat like her rings, so you let it stay undisturbed… mostly. There had to be a little disturbance. The two pulled aside the lower band, revealing the shaven surface of her pussy’s lips. While two of your hands cupped down upon the soft, gray flesh of her buttocks, the other began to work fingers inside of her, getting her nice and wet for what was to come.

“Strong hands… suited for a squire,” she applauded, wiggling with pleasure as your fingers slid in and out. The witch returned the favor, keeping her weight down on her knees while you supported her chest, and reaching with each hand to grab one of your five dicks. With two encircled, she began jerking them off at a steady pace, causing the fever to build two-fold within you. Her gloved hands stroked each penis, while she brought them in close and teasingly licked each tip with snake-like flicks of her tongue.

The main body was ready– while the other you at the foot of the bed held her hips in place, you plunged yourself into the wet slot between her legs. This time you did get a reaction– her half-shaded, pale blue eyes opened wide for a moment as you sunk deeper. “Surly squire, surely-” she began, then went momentarily cross-eyed, as the you at the head of the bed placed his penis against her lips. She smiled for a moment, understanding your intention, then took the head in her mouth and began to suck upon it with pursed lips.

Two of you thrust within her palms while another beneath her jostled her from below and the one at the headboard fucked her face– an insane, four-on-one orgy with you as the star and just one starlett. The sensation quadrupled, making you feel as though you were going to cum in no time. Still, there was one of you extra: the one holding tightly onto the softness of her buttocks. For him to act, he needed to displace the strap running between her legs further, then pull her cheeks apart, finding one more waiting hole. He began to fuck her with the same fingers that had been in her pussy, already moist from the purpose.

“Ke he he… I was wondering if you’d wise up,” Amulette laughed, momentarily pulling her lips away from your penis to do so. She drew your length back up into her mouth, taking you in deeper and sucking harder as if to spur you on.

You didn’t need any extra encouragement, although you did appreciate it. The one at the foot of the bed retracted his fingers, then led in with the head of his penis, moving it slowly into the tight, yet-unoccupied tunnel between her cheeks. This time she let out a moan of excitement as you dug in deeper, as much as you could while sharing real estate with the one plowing her pussy. The two of you fired in alternating motions, made easy to control thanks to your shared consciousness.

Amulette’s eyes were two white crescents as she pulled her head back and forth, up and down on your dick squeezing the semen out. That one was the first to release, filling her throat and causing a trickle to escape either side of her lips. The ones in her hands came next, shooting thick ropes of cum over her shoulder blades and her pigtails, as well as her upper arms. She withdrew her lips from the spent cock in front of her, allowing her mouth to hang open and her purple tongue to flap as quiet gasps escaped from her throat. Her body was still rocked from below by your dual cocks, hitting her in two holes simultaneously.

It was then that you understood: she’d guided you towards this kind of sexual stimulus because she, an ancient witch with the deviant tastes of a demon, can’t be satisfied with any less than this kind of play. You’d become a science experiment for her, in a way– and she was enjoying the fruits of that experiment immensely.

Devoid of any limericks or rhymes, she simply gasped in a womanly voice, still rubbing the stiff shafts to her left and right as you came closer to climax inside of her. You felt her vagina and the inside of her ass all at once, squeezed tightly on two fronts, until you couldn’t take it any longer. Both of you began cumming, filling her completely on two fronts. This time, not just a gasp, but a moan, escaped her throat– she held her head low, facing the real you, as the other two on each side worked to get another spurt out and add an extra coating to her pigtails. Your dick felt ridiculously sensitive, attacked on five fronts, and your stamina felt spent five times over. You felt your vision fading.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, my many-bodied man, the side effects of that suspicious swig. Sleep will-”

That was as far as you got to hear before you lost consciousness, still embedded in Amulette several times over. The sleep she’d mentioned felt almost as good– and as deep- as the sex she’d given you. You woke up one instead of five and unfashionably late, emerging later from Amulette’s tent in full view of the others, clothed and cleaned up as best as you could manage… but there was no hiding what you’d been doing in there. The scent of incense that had pervaded the tent was stuck thick onto you and the taste of the cider still sat in your mouth.

And at the other end of the breakfast table, surrounded by jealous saintesses, sat Amulette, styling her hair into pigtails. She grinned and raised one hand, curling her fingers in greeting. A satisfied smile… what more was there you could hope for as a squire?