Completely naked? Of course they do!

He learned to believe. Could he learn to trust?

The prince's chest was heaving to catch his breath, and man-sweat soaked his face and body.

"Rest a moment before I exhaust you," Rhiamon told him while carefully checking his aura. The learning process was always mentally taxing, but she did not want to expend any of the male's precious masculine magical energy just to prepare him. She would rather brutally break his will with the brute **** of her own than risk not having enough ingredients to sacrifice to the queen of witches tonight. "I sense the masculine energy in you is not reduced. It is sun magic, your life energy."

She saw that he had no idea what she was describing. She knew it just by looking at him. And she allowed him to realize he could keep no secret thought from her keen perceptions.

If Melicious could not get through to him, really get through to him, then Rhiamon would have to take drastic measures. She could penetrate his body and break his mind with tentacles and wolf-headed snakes, leaving him a zombie, sitting and staring at anything shiny until given orders. But that would be such a waste. She could use this Prince Dewayne for the betterment of the politics in the kingdom if he survived.

... with tentacles and wolf-headed snakes ...

... penetrate his body and break his mind ...

... leaving him a zombie, sitting and staring at anything shiny ...

Or (with a chuckle) she thought maybe she should just make him "do something anatomically impossible" for her amusement, as he had mused earlier.

...maybe she should just make him do something anatomically impossible for her amusement.

Rhiamon knew that preparation makes things better and worrying makes things worse, and she had crossed the line into worrying.

"Now, Melicious will train you further," Rhiamon told him.

Melicious walked up to take her turn at him, saw him sprawled on the ground, and commanded him to stand at attention as a military man might do if he were Dewayne's commanding officer.

Without complaint, he stood at military attention, still breathing heavily.

She inspected him a moment, then took hold of his kilt and unbuckled the belt, taking it away as it slid off of him.

He never saw that kilt again.

He kept his gaze straight forward, as if afraid to look at her, starting to blush. If she could not overcome his insecurity and build his self-confidence in a very limited time, then he might panic and try to escape from the sacrificial altar at an inconvenient time. That would not do.

Prince Dewayne felt ashamed and inadequate.

She noticed that his phallus had swollen from Rhiamons attention, which was not unusual. But Melicious had something Rhiamon did not. She was wearing an herbal scent of vanilla and other herbs known to increase blood flow to certain parts of a man. She stood close to him a moment to wait for his blood to rush into his shaft as if his body wanted to inflate it further than his flesh could stretch.

Then Melicious looked right into his weak and insecure soul.

"You are no hero, though often you try to be one," she said seeing agreement in his face, "but fear not. Do not bemoan what you might lack. For this task, you must only be willing to give all you are."

He looked like he was trying to talk telepathically to her, (showing how little he understood about magic), but it didn't matter. She saw in his eyes his surrender to her. But he did not really know what complete surrender was. Not yet.

"As Rhiamon changed herself, so I shall change you. And then you will learn to trust: Trust us... and trust yourself."

He looked mystified at that prospect.

Melicious took him in her arms, bent him over backward, kissed him full on the lips, and probed his tongue as only a newlywed husband might do to his bride on their wedding night.

He swooned with sexual passion and went limp everywhere (except one place).

When she took her lips away, and he reopened his eyes, he was under a glamor spell, one very well crafted with memories of sights and smells and identity. She had put him in the body of a giant with long platinum-blond hair and tremendous physical strength, but his small phallus had no stamina, and he would often release his semen after a few seconds of feeling a woman's sweet grip on him. Yet, a dozen years ago he offered his whole self with all his weaknesses and strengths to the wise witches, and his spirit still guards these woods today.

He was a giant with long platinum-blond hair and tremendous physical strength...

Melicious gripped his genitals and pulled him into a different glamor.

This time he was a Druid of potent magical power. He read the warning signs of invasion and told the three wise witches where to send Bubo, (Melicious's animal companion), to learn more specifics. Just last night 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. He did not survive the extraction, but his spirit still guards these woods and works for Hecate, queen of witches.

This time He was a Druid of potent magical power.

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

Once he was a highland lumberjack who wore his kilt open in the front.

And once even an evil Imp, whose own glamorous body and bribes of jewelry were easily recognized by the witches. Now he is working to undo his past mischief and may redeem himself some day.

Once he was a Viking who thought it more respectful to hold his woolen hat over his genitals in the presence of powerful women.

Once he was a shepherd with a hairy back who understood few words in any language.

And once he was a nobleman with some elfin blood in him, who felt more comfortable in the nude regardless who saw him.

When Melicious returned him to the here and now, he openly wept. Tears streamed down his face.

"I do trust you," he told her, humbly, "like all my predecessors. And I offer whatever of me you can use."