Latrice has an orgasm, become intersex, gain a FAVOR from Cynthia.

Latrice has an orgasm, gain +1 XP, gain a FAVOR from your next partner, roll for RAPID GENDER CYCLING, and apply STAMINA to HAVE SEX again.

"Take me," Latrice says. She turns away and bends over the altar, presenting her small but shapely rear end at you. Her ruddy-brown, swollen pussy lips protrude from between the tails of her thick, curly bush with a drop of Bruno's seed clinging to her curls.

You mount the petite witch who fainted after the climax of her offering. She's hot inside, and very wet. You work up to a rapid rhythm, thrusting into her again and again.

Latrice's voice rises in a sobbing moan. She starts pressing back at you, matching her thrusts with her own at a frenzied pace. "Oooh ya ya ya yes ooh ahh ahhhh!" she cries, babbling out her excitement and desire.

The watchers are excited by witnessing you and Latrice joined in a fevered encounter.

"Fuck!" Bruno says.

"Yes, Fuck!" Cynthia echoes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Nan calls out, taking it up as a chant in time with your thrusts.

The others join in with Nan, and all three keep up the chant. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Latrice keeps babbling and crying out in a transport of pleasure against the rhythmic chant, and you keep thrust, thrust, thrusting along in time. You feel the press of Something Greater from outside. Though the circle was broken, it was not dismissed, and Something may still be here, whether the Great Mother of Desire or some other entity drawn by the swirling eddies of sex and magic.

Latrice's hips tremble, then buck in your hands. Her voice rises in a shriek, and she grinds her pelvis back into you. Her shoulders flush pink under her long dark hair. You let yourself go, rising to meet her, and spurt your hot juice into her hotter furrow.

Gain +1 XP. Roll for RAPID GENDER CYCLING.

⚃⚀ -- Rapid Gender Cycling. On a miss, Transform to a combination of sexual characteristics, directed away from male.

You moan as you pour your essence into Latrice. The pulses of your climax are echoed by a heavy pulse in your veins, and you feel your body shifting and changing again. Your skin crawls as your contours soften and your muscles slacken. Your moans rise in pitch. But as your climax ebbs, the change recedes, leaving you halfway between one shore and the other. Your penis is still erect, but rather short, barely longer than it was when you were on suppressants. But every sensitive part of your body tingles -- lips, nipples, ears, and everything between navel and anus is alive with sensation and wanting touch.

Latrice slides forward off your diminished member and slumps across the altar, spent.

"Me next, do me!" Cynthia insists, pulling at your arm. When you turn to face her, she says, "Oh...oh my, you're a Mercurial!" She takes in your new shape. "A boy or a girl, or both! I must have you, I'll do...whatever you want!"

You have a faint recollection of something about Prefect Susan, that silly but rather nice girl who showed you your room, but it vanishes as you meet Cynthia's eyes.

You have 2 XP.
You have a FAVOR from Latrice (and are about to get one from Cynthia).
You are in intersex form, with somewhat reduced male and female equipment.

Collect a FAVOR from Cynthia and roll to HAVE SEX with her (+2 DILIGENCE).