❤ One at a time with Amulette

{if Master = True}You got the sense that Amulette was trying to trick you into a particular path, but as ever, you preferred to keep your own hands on the reins. With her servicing you five times over, you knew she would handle each with personal care and you’d get to see each of her reactions. This would allow you to learn how best to handle her, rather than making a reckless shot in the dark.{elseif Servant = True}The last thing you wanted to do was overburden her by trying to use every one of her holes at once. You thought you’d be able to serve in the capacity you wanted to much better if you let her go one at a time. The other way sounded more like her being your servant, rather than the other way around. You worked to persuade her to see reason and consent to taking the more regular of the two paths.{elseif Chivalrous = True}This five-times multiplied sex was strange enough without adding an orgy into it. Gang-banging your own wife didn’t fit into your chivalric view of what sex should be– giving each other your personal attention would be best. You tried to persuade her to go one at a time, for her own comfort, if nothing else.{elseif Freak = True}There was always an appeal to an orgy, but it wasn’t as if a gang-bang was anything new to you. It sounded to you like she was trying to get you to cum faster to save some work for herself. Why not savor it and draw it out? You’d put her through her paces and let her service you five times over.{elseif Lady’s Man = True}You weren’t really about sharing your women. If you had the opportunity to enjoy one woman five times over, shouldn’t you? That was just basic math! You smiled and told her you wanted to take your time. This would allow you to show her all of your generous repertoire of love-making techniques.{else}As a squire, your duty was to impregnate your saintesses, and as comparatively dry as that might be to joining in on a gang-bang with your mirror selves, there was one logistic problem. A woman has one hole best suited to impregnating her. If you split up your efforts, she’d probably make you waste your semen on some unproductive efforts. Taking turns freed up her best hole multiple times in a row– that was the best way to handle this, as a servant of Geod.{endif}

Amulette lowered her eyebrows critically, rolling her fingers beneath her chin in a contemplative gesture that caused her many rings to clack together like a metronome. “Hmmm… Human hubris leads you to humdrum, human-minded happenings. You can’t conceive of copulation with such a cluster or clones, so you concede a compromised cliche,” she shrugged, crossing her arms now at her chest and smiling sympathetically.

You shook her head– this was for her benefit, not yours.

She tilted her eyebrows and returned a thin smirk. “Underestimating me? I’ll undo that undue view,” she cackled, tightening her grip around your shaft. “Meet me in my magic study, and we may yet make magic tonight…” You doubted she had modesty on her mind, but she wasn’t such an exhibitionist that she wanted to risk being walked in on during all five rounds of sex she had coming to her.

You let Amulette have her time to get ready while you took care of dousing the bonfire at the camp’s center and cleaning up from her party with Bangaal. Then, after about fifteen minutes had passed, you headed to the tents to join her, pushing aside the curtains of ragged cloth she used to hide her experiments from prying eyes who might judge her dark arts of necromancy (or potioncraft, that wasn’t popular everywhere either). The smell of the place didn’t exactly inspire romance– it was thick with the sulfur of dark magic. However, once you moved far enough inside, that was replaced with the tantalizing scent of incense, bearing a fruity signature much like the cider you’d tasted earlier. Perhaps this was her way of bringing you under her control?

Amulette kneeled on all fours in a cat-like pose atop a plain white bed-spread on a single bed, awaiting your arrival. She’d stripped down to just her black band bra and a pair of low-riding panties, the hem of which was inlaid with pink and purple jewels, much like her gloves. The rest of her pale, gray flesh was on display– seeing it caused your cock(s) to spring to attention, undoing all of the composure you’d worked back up to. Her hat was off, revealing her silver pigtails, which she now pulled to either side of her modest chest with a taunting look, as though they were a dancer’s boa.

“Come now, courtsman… commence the copulation that your occupation requires of you…” she insisted, wagging her hips back and forth as if letting you know how to start.

You decided you might as well. The church’s texts used to talk about the missionary style, but leave it to a demon to insist on starting out doggy-style instead. You positioned yourself on the narrow bed behind her, feeling the black wood creaking underneath the two of you, then lined up your cock between her cheeks. You gave her a few test rubs before sliding the lower band slightly aside and pushing yourself in underneath her.

“Mmm.. me-yow,” she teased, making a little cat-like swipe with her hand to tease you. Her face was purpled over with the blush of a demon, but it didn’t seem like she was embarrassed– just hot for the act. She assisted by pushing her hips back against you, smacking her butt against your lap as you held onto her waist and drove yourself into her. She repositioned, resting her elbows onto the pillow in front of her (at the foot of the bed) while crossing her arms beneath her chin, leaving her bottom up to allow you access. The other yous got a look at her face, with its shining crescent eyes, smiling mirthfully as you took her from behind. It was as though you were seeing her expression in your mind’s eye, even while clearly watching her ass.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting ready to cum. Perhaps, because you felt that you had four more shots at it, you spent less time edging yourself and getting to the climax at top speed. With a grunt, you filled Amulette up, clenching tightly with your fingers around her narrow waist and pulling her into your groin. She let out a happy gasp as well, biting onto one finger to stifle a deeper moan as your sperm poured into her. “Mmm.. the Geod-gifted gift you gleefully made your goal… it has upsides for me as well,” she cooed, sounding still in control of herself, even after the rough, raw sex. She beckoned with one finger for the next to take his place.

As he did, she looked over her shoulder and laughed. “Let’s not repeat the last leg again, hm? Show me a new spin on the sex, squire.” You understood that she was asking you to refine your technique.

You nodded, accepting the quest, such as it was. As you plunged yourself in again, you reached around to put your hands under her band bra and push it up, massaging her tits with your fingers. You didn’t have a good look at them, but you could feel their size (somewhat small) and their texture (aroused). You rubbed the nubs of their tips with your thumb and fingers enjoying the additional noise it drew out of her. “Good! You have the artful adaptability of an alchemist in you yet!” she complimented you.

Once you’d cum and gone, another took your place. This one entertained himself by taking hold of her twin pigtails, wrenching her head back slightly as you took her. “Ke he he! A sadistic streak, squire?” she inquired, but you silenced her by taking her lips in yours, turning the position into a kiss. You could feel her sharp, pointed teeth with your tongue, and her own snake-like one lightly flickered across yours, thin and forked. When you came and pulled your lips away from hers, you saw a grin on her face. “More… Keep it up…!” she huffed, sounding like her own stamina was being tested.

This time you modified the position, lifting her hips higher and driving into her from above. You used more ****, causing the bedframe to creak noisily. Amulette’s pigtails spilled out around the bed, but you ignored them this time, just digging your fingers tightly into her hips while piledriving your penis down into her. “Keeee he he he he!” Amulette cackled as you unleashed your seed, filling her up for a fourth time. “Showing off, silly squire? I’ve seen it all before… I’m a seasoned saintess, after all! You can’t catch me slack-jawed and surprised!”

You weren’t sure that you could, and after going four times– and cumming four times– you felt your stamina waning. Being multiplied had let you feel these sensations many times over, but it had also multiplied your exertion. As you moved behind Amulette for a fifth round, she surprised you, turning and wrapping her legs around your waist. She leaned back on her elbows and grinned wolfishly. This time, you were going to cum on her terms.

There was no time to even decide what to do with your hands– you ended up gripping the bedsheets tightly while she wrung the semen out of you, bopping her hips up and down against your groin excitedly while cackling like a true witch. The candlelight of the room seemed to dim as she pulled it all out, more than you intended or found possible, but then, this was a new set of balls. Your body was keeping up, even if your mind couldn’t.

“Keeeeyah ha ha ha ha ha!”

The witch’s laughter echoed through her lair as she covered her face with one hand, laughing madly as she dragged both the last dregs of semen and the last flickers of consciousness out of you.

You woke up with one hell of a hangover, sprawled across her bed, feeling that this had little to do with the **** and a lot more to do with the potion. The tradeoff for feeling the pleasure of five acting dicks at once was, apparently, feeling the headache of five sexual expeditions at once. You thought you might need five showers as well. Amulette had since fled the room, leaving you alone with nothing more than the smell of incense that now covered your body and your aching dick to remember her by. It was as though it was all a wild fantasy– a witch’s midsommar madness, visited upon you.