He needs more training.

They bade him to stand. And stand he did, leaping up with fresh muscles ready for action as if he had just been created that moment, a fully mature faun. His body was very similar to the one he had taken for granted. His cock hung more straight down and not so much to the left.

... with fresh muscles ready for action ...

Rhiamon snapped her fingers to get his attention. "I can tell you now understand your weakness, and you understand our strength. Next, you must understand your own strength."

He blinked and startled a bit like a horse seeing fire for the first time. What she said could never be possible. He was certain that any faun, and he in particular, had no strengths and no power whatsoever.

Melicious stepped up to him and held up one finger, pointing it right between his eyes. He offered his forehead to her, this time with no bravado, just humility and obedience. He trusted that whatever she would do to him was for his own good.

She touched him.

Like he had seen the witches don new faces at will, so did he now wear a different face, but not just the face. He was in another man's whole body, complete with identity and memories. It was a mortal man, tall and wealthy.

It was a mortal man, tall and wealthy.

Leif had heard much about mortal men. He heard that they strive to accumulate power all their lives and are never granted any, except in their imaginations. In their imaginations, one man could own another and order him around, and he would obey. They thought their strength and ability to slay other men was of immense power, but honestly, the tiny flea had killed millions of men already and was showing no signs of stopping, leaving mortal men significantly less powerful than fleas, objectively. And deep inside, they seemed to know it.

They even imagined owning mortal women, who had one real power. They could give birth to (and rear and train) another mortal woman or man, one who could be smarter and stronger and would definitely be younger and faster. Properly (or poorly) raising such a successor could have tremendous (and frightening) consequences. Now that is power.

Melicious snapped her finger to get his attention. That snap quieted the inner monolog in his head. He realized he would have to learn to do that himself someday.

She asked, "What do you know of him?"

Leif was befuddled a moment, then it came to him. This man was a Prince named Dewayne who recently learned humility from these three wise witches and learned to trust them without question. When they drained him of his masculine life energy, he enjoyed an orgasm greater than Leif had ever known.

Satisfied Prince Dewayne reclining and cupping himself after the greatest orgasm of his life

"And how about his one?" Melicious asked him, not needing to touch Leif to send his mind hurling into another body.

This one was a faun, blond, about Leif's age who obeyed a Goat Nymph with powers over woodland creatures. She had offered him to the witches to aid their cause at the last full moon.

A Goat Nymph donated one of her obedient fauns to the cause.

"Better."

He flew into another body, a Druid of potent magical power who wore woven grass. He read the warning signs of invasion and told the three wise witches where to send their animal companion to learn more specifics. Just two nights ago he gave them all his magical power and all his masculine life energy to use as they willed, for he knew they were much wiser than he and could use his magic to greater effect than he could.

A Druid knew they could wield his magic to greater effect than he

Again and again, she placed him in the bodies of fauns and men greater and lesser than he. Some were heroes undoubtedly. But others were simple men who only knew that they had to help.

One was neither man nor faun but a member of the Seelie Fey, who was more magic than flesh.

One was a red- headed ginger faun who imagined himself King of fauns and wore a crown of greenery around his phallus. He learned his true place in Nature with the help of these three.

One was a lost scout from the Earl of Banewasp's camp, wearing only small bits of fur and tattoos, who stumbled into the sacred grove of these three witches a day ago. It took them no time at all to tear him down and rebuild him.

And one was a knight who guarded the cathedral in the castle of Athenia, who renounced his armor to give himself to the cause and to protect the woman he loved.

Finally, she returned him to the body they had given him for his own. If all of those males had found the courage to offer their different strengths and weaknesses to defend Athenia, then how could Leif not join their ranks?

Melicious, Rhiamon, and Esmeralda did not have to ask if he was ready. Leif was an open book for them to read.

The faun did not know what to expect when he followed in obedience to their will, but he pictured in his mind a magical spell which left them all in the ecstatic throws of orgasm.

What Leif hopes will happen to him next