Alone with Amulette... and five of yourself

The view had been quite unusual before Bangaal left-- with so many copies of her all over the place, you couldn't see a bit of the camp, only genies as far as the eye could see and the night sky overhead. Now, with the illusions cleared out, all that was left was Amulette. Well... Amulette and four copies of yourself. When they were hidden by genie bodies, it didn't feel so strange, but now, seeing each of you regarding each other with a confused stare, it was pretty disorienting. It was like you were seeing yourself out of five pairs of eyes.

The witch moved towards you with a swish of her cape and sway of her hips, reaching up to grab your face on either side and bring your gaze down towards hers. The top of her long-brimmed hat cast a shadow over her face as she grinned. "Ke he he he! First and foremost, when facing your fey facsimile, tis folly to foster a shared glance. You may misunderstand your own mortal coil and be made mad," Amulette explained by way of alliteration, giving you a piece of knowledge you really wished she had imparted before she made you drink the potion. It sounded like she was saying you needed to keep your eyes off of your body doubles or else you'd go insane. What did that say of Bangaal, anyway, who regularly surrounded herself with illusory doubles?

"That tempting, tempestuous tart is already a trifle touched in the head, tis true," Amulette snickered, laughing into one hand. "But undoubtedly different. The djinn's doubles do not double her dull-witted dunder-brain. In short, ordinarily, they only offer optics, not senses." The woman seemed like she was enjoying imparting all of the facets of magic she understood, but she also seemed like she was impatient to move on, based on the way she covered your lips with one fingertip when you started to ask another question. "Can we can the questioning for one candid occasion? I am an academic, but all in life is not about art and advancement. Pleasures of the present are perfectly worth perusing..."

One day, you'd have to ask Amulette why she insisted on talking like that. It took you a moment to parse her words and figure out what she was really trying to say, but then, it was pretty obvious from her actions. She was telling you that the time for chatting was over and the time for fucking was imminent.

You approached Amulette from five different directions with each of your bodies, getting in close to form a ring around the witch's slender body. Despite this, she kept her cold, gray-blue eyes upon you only, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and slowly stroking the front of your pants with her other hand. While her palms were gloved, the fingertips were not, which meant the skin of her thin, delicate fingertips traced the shape of your cock rather directly. She continued until you were erect to the point that its shape was apparent, outlined against your britches. Then, surprisingly, she moved her palm downward, cupping it where she judged your ball-sack to be. Her index and middle finger continued to gently stroke your shaft, up and down, while her palm focused below, cradling the shape of your balls using her thumb on the other side. "You're still dressed... Don't be so dull. Defrock and deliver me your dick directly," the witch chuckled, showing you her sharp teeth as she moved in closer, then began to nibble at your neck.

You'd been hoping for a moment of intimacy with the mysterious witch for a long time-- she needn't ask twice. In mere moments, you'd shed your trousers and undergarments, standing with your cock in the open air. Ordinarily, this would be done in the privacy of a tent, but if she was asking you to do it here, you'd oblige. The other four of you followed suit, as though she'd ordered them to do it as well.

Amulette finally allowed herself to do a slow spin, taking in the five sights with a smug smile on her face. She ran one finger from the base to tip of each shaft, one at a time, until all five were twitching with excitement.

"It seems so silly, that a superior saintess such as myself could be served by only a single squire. The church has chosen the childish, chide-worthy choice of assuming one squire can serve so many saintesses, but a single saintess shall never see her own selection of several squires! The fairness is fleeting, I feel," Amulette sighed, taking a moment to appreciate the set of five cocks presented to her. She bent her knees, slowly sniffing each one, then teasing them with her forked, demonic purple tongue. As it turned out, a demon's tongue surely didn't feel any worse than a human woman's. Perhaps it was the forks, or perhaps the way it flicked in and out like a snake's, but the touch was somehow more teasing, more fleeting... you wanted it to continue much longer, but she was still holding back.

"A riddle, for my raw romantic," she chuckled, stopping her tour to focus on your true penis. She tickled the balls with one hand, causing you to squirm, while circling the head with the fingers of her other hand. "What way should a wise man wish to witness a witch wrapping his wand, hmmm?" She turned her teasing fingers into a coil, stroking your shaft with intentional slowness. "I'll speak more plainly. Would you prefer your experience one at a time, or five together at once?"

{if Master = True}With five of yourself, you figured that you could show her an experience unlike you'd entertained in your wildest imaginations. One of you was fit to the task of handling a saintess, but five of you? It was almost too much. Amulette might be powerful, but she still had the slim body of a young woman. Would she be able to handle your advances from five angles?{elseif Servant = True}You wished that she would give you the answer. You wanted to serve her in the way she wanted to be served, but what was that? Did she want five of you on top of her at the same time? Could she possibly even handle that?{elseif Chivalrous = True}Your basic instincts told you that if you spent time with Amulette as five individuals, rather than a gang-bang of five-on-one, that would be closer to the chivalric idea of romance. But was that what she wanted? She'd given you the choice, but in the end, you wanted to pick what would please her as your partner. It did strike you that five men at once could be uncomfortable for her, but... perhaps she'd be insulted if it was any less?{elseif Lady's Man = True}You'd already turned up your nose at nearly one-hundred women to take just one, which was pretty out of character for you. Now you were faced with a real brainteaser: which was more in line with your preferences? Fucking one girl five times, or fucking a girl five times all at once? If the other people were just strangers, it'd be an easy choice to make, but they were all you, meaning you'd feel it five times over. Could she even handle five of a guy like you?{elseif}{elseif Freak = True}If she was asking if you liked participating in gangbangs, truth be told, you'd thought about it a lot. In those visions, however, it was always other strangers-- you'd often thought about how erotic it would be to watch a saintess serve a crowd of people who weren't squires at all. Sadly, that fantasy had no place in the conversation at hand. These were all you! Then again... it might be fun to really test the limits of a small, haughty girl like this.{else}It seemed you could pick either answer without offending any of your vows as a squire. A simple choice: did you want a more intimate experience where you alone lay with Amulette five times over, or the somewhat vulgar but undeniably erotic experience of taking her five-on-one? Could she even handle that many? If it was Helmid, you'd imagine her stamina and vigor would be equal to the task, but Amulette was not blessed with invulnerability. Would she actually be okay getting dog-piled by five of you?{endif}