A hostile spirit threatens. Gender switch: intersex.

You press forward through Cynthia's oiled anal ring. She's hot and tight and she feels wonderful, yes, wonderful on your shaft.

"Ahyes, yes!" Cynthia says. "Take my bum, take me like the Minervals do!"

You hold Cynthia's soft, pale thighs as you thrust into her. Your freshly grown male member feels powerful and sensitive. Her bum feels exquisite, hot and soft around your cock head, with her ring tightly clutching your shaft.

The pure naughtiness of buggering Cynthia atop the altar appeals to you. You feel like the answer to their secret summoning. Nan wants ****. Latrice wants a lover. Cynthia wants to be a Minerval so badly that she'll bring her brother to the Great Mother of Desire as a sex offering. And you? You want to possess them all, Bruno, Cynthia, Latrice, and Nan.

Cynthia. Now. Up her arse.

Cynthia whimpers with the intensity of the act.

"Frig yourself," you urge, bringing the words from the dusty old bawdy books you found on the back shelves, before Androstat saved you from your cycling desire. "Touch yourself off, Cynthia."

She brings one hand forward and scrubs her fingers erratically over her pink, swollen bean of a clit. Her voice rises in a keening wail and she flushes pink from brow to nipples. Her hips pump and her head and shoulders curl up off the altar. "Eeeeeeeeyess!" Cynthia cries out.

Her ring tightens down rhythmically on your shaft with the pulses of her climax. One, two, three, and that does it, your own climax seizes your body. You cry out loud as your seed erupts into Cynthia's bum, reflexively pounding out your last strokes. Your body glows with heat and pleasure.

Rapid Gender Cycling: ⚂⚂ = intersex toward female.

You shudder as your body realigns again. Your shoulders narrow, your breasts soften and grow to teacup size, and your hips and waist assume a subtle curve. Your penis retreats, leaving you with a member the size of your smallest finger, and your balls recess into your body, opening a narrow set of folds under the little shaft.

The little, erect shaft, dripping with oil and seed. You could go again.

But the hair on the back of your neck prickles. You're not alone in the room. The powerful energies on the altar at the center of the broken circle have attracted SOMETHING.

Hungry phantoms dance at the fringes of the lamplight. You spin round. They're all about you, wanting to feed from your sexual energy. Perhaps to feed on your lives. Nan and Latrice are alarmed. Bruno is still dazed, cum-drunk from you.

You have 2 XP and a FAVOR from Cynthia.
You're in intersex form, with reduced sexual characteristics.

Roll to GET OUT OF DANGER.