Pounce.

You resist the girls and scoop up your sword. Your eyes are hit with something as you rush forward that sort of feels like a bit of sand, but you resist the effect, lung forward and with a mighty swing you chop the witch in half. The two halves hit the ground, begin to hiss and bubble, and melt to nothing before your eyes. “I said no.” You say to the shrinking heap of goo.

The girls in unison say, “What do you require of us, master?”

Your cock is so hard it aches, whatever charming effect they have on you is clearly still in effect. “I’m your master now?”

“Yes master.” They reply together.

“What if I don’t want to be your master?”

They look at each other, clearly unsure of how to answer. Finally one says, “I don’t know. I’ve never not had a master.”

“Well then I should definitely free you.”

“We could have sex.” The other says.

The first to speak smiles, “We should.”

You look them over, they are simply gorgeous, thick cock or not.