It gets worse.

Still watching the three girls do their graceful motions with their hands, Ayla, the one caressing his balls, suddenly moved a finger to his ass, where he could feel the magical extension of her finger trace his sphincter.

He gasped from the sensation, watching as the the girls smiled from his reaction. Faye even managed a small smirk as she sucked off the air, transferring the feeling to Aaralons' cock. Elitha seemed to enjoy it the most, now pulling and twisting Aaralons nipples. She eventually did this so fiercely that Aaralon almost jumped out of his seat, nearly standing at attention and drawing attention to his molestation.

Finally, Ayla made her move, and inserted her finger into Aaralon ass. She raised the finger inside him, now plunging it further and further into him, managing to find his prostate. The trio were giggling at Aaralons' pleasured moans as they continued molesting him, his cock slowly pre-ing with Ayla introducing him to a new world of anal pleasure. Almost like a puppet to their sensual desires, it took everything for Aaralon not to walk over to their table, strip naked, and simply beg for them to finish him off.

He groaned aloud as a second finger worked it's way inside him, more both fingers were beating down on his prostate. Elitha was aiming all the while as she made two arcane piercings from her hands, Faye and Ayla producing a tight-fitting cock ring, stamp, and anal beads, respectively.

The nipple clamps, stamp, and beads all had a sort of insignia on them, that looked like a pair of fairy wings, and the cock ring read "Fay Boi Toy". Aaralon knew what would come next.

First came the clamps. With a magically echoed sounding "clink", they shut on his sensitive nubs, forcing a groan from Aaralon that caused every one within ear shot to gaze at the boy who's eyes were rolling into the back of his head. Next, the stamp. With a swift motion of her hand Ayla smacked it onto the small of his back, the bottom igniting with pink flame. The flame did not burn, but sent a shock through Aaralon that flooded his pants with pre-cum. The words marked him like a tramp stamp, serving as a permanent reminder of his status as their Boi Toy. Second to last, the beads. One. Two. Three. Aaralon manned the loudest he had since this **** began. Four. Five. Six. Seven. EIGHT!

Finally the last one pushed inside Aaralons' backdoor, forcing a blast of cum from him and into his pants. But Aaralon didn't care. Her wanted to keep cumming and never stop, with these beads and those beautiful hands dragging every drop out. When his orgasm subsided, he heard one last "click" from the cock ring, and everything fell away.

Now, he was on a plain of pure bliss, link cliffs surrounding him and tickling his nether regions and the inside of his body. Somewhere in the literal haze he heard three voices. They all store in unison.

"Repeat after us," the voices said, and Aaralon would do just that.