A summoning ritual

Still feeling a dreamy, disconnected feeling, you pull on the door. It swings silently open to a pillared, stone-walled space dimly lit by candles and oil lamps.

You're facing a support pillar in what looks to be an old chapel that's been converted into a magical practice space. Some desks and carrels along the wall suggest it's also a part-time study hall. There are robed people in the middle of the room, though none facing the door.

"Do you have the bonds, Latrice?" a young woman's voice says.

"I thought Cynthia had them," another woman says.

"I thought Bruno was supposed to bring them," a third voice whines.

"Bruno?" the first voice asks.

"Sorry, Nan," adds a young man. "Your belts?"

"Bother, it can't be helped," says the first, who must be Nan. "We have to go ahead now or we'll lose the chance."

You step forward, hoping to get directions before they begin their work, but you feel a tingle and your hair stands on end. They've already raised a Circle and would be cross if you called to them, much less if you stepped through and broke it. You slip to the side into the shadows where you can watch with curiosity.

From their outlay, it looks like they're doing something ambitious. Brazier, incense burner, and the ritual tools of wand, knife, cup, and plate, candles of black, red, and white, and oil-burning lamps at the cardinal directions. And some sort of long summoning wand, one end modeled as a rather realistic penis, and the other end tipped with a full-blown rose blossom, bright pink and as big as both your cupped hands. On the working table is a musty old book with a few bright ribbons thrust through the pages as bookmarks.

There are three robed women within the circle. With their robes and hoods, you can't make out a lot about them, but one is clearly tallest, and another has soft, rounded curves, and another has a petite, slight frame and long dark hair spilling from her hood.

At the center of their circle is a young man kneeling nude on a cushion in the center. He seems to be of ordinary stature and looks, mostly notable for a somewhat larger than average male member. The tallest woman binds his wrists and ankles with rope belts taken from the others' robes and settles a hood over his head and eyes.

"Ready, all?" the tallest girl asks. "Cynthia? Latrice?"

The two other robed women bow. "Ready." "Ready." they say in turn.

Cynthia is the one with soft curves and a bit of a whiny voice, and Latrice is the petite one with long dark hair. So the speaker must be Nan.

"Bruno?" she adds. He nods his head.

Nan clears her throat. "All right, everybody, just like last time. You've all got your wishes ready. We've cleared the space and cast our circle. It's time."

Nan steps up to the book and begins the ritual with efficient dispatch, starting with a power-rising chant. You feel the thrum of power as the chamber fills with magical potential. When the first threshold of power is reached, they pause for a minute for a quiet breathing exercise. A new energy enters the hall. You feel a vibration at the base of your spine, and a warmth rising up a little way. Your feminine parts pulse with the spreading warmth and begin to ooze moisture. In the center of the circle, Bruno's penis throbs and fills, swelling into a full erection.

Now the ritual resumes in earnest, each of the robed women chanting, their wands held high as they face into the center. It's a summoning ritual, and Bruno is their offering, or maybe the vessel for the summoning. His member throbs at full erection, the veins standing out on the shaft. Nan calls a pause. She looses the belt of her own robe and kneels down, passing a loop over Bruno's cock root and tying it under his tight balls, making it swell even harder.

Nan rises and steps back into the circle with the others. "Now, sisters, we will summon the One," she says. "With me, now."

The three cast down their robes and dance naked in a circle round Bruno, invoking a NAME with their wands held up before them. The dance becomes faster and wilder, and their voices slur and warble as the invocation continues. Latrice's hair swirls high, Cynthia's breasts and buttocks bounce with the wild steps of her dance, and Nan's fiery red bush and hair glimmer in the light of the flames.

Your eyes blur momentarily. Something BIG is lurking nearby, just outside your range of vision. You don't see anything yet, but you have all the hints that SOMETHING just entered the room.