Round 5

Manny remained enthroned on his raised obsidian platform in the Fire Zone, his massive cock jutting upward like a monument of raw power. The veiny, bronze Torch Staff throbbed heavily, already slick from the constant mouths and tongues of the fire witches who refused to leave his side.

The 256 remaining witches stood scattered across the arena floor, bodies glistening with sweat, squirt, and drying handprints on their asses. Their eyes burned with competitive, cock-hungry determination.

Grand Mistress Raven rose in the Council box, her petite body glowing crimson as she announced the next challenge with a wicked, dripping smile.

“Round Five, my greedy anal sluts! You have ninety minutes. Your task is simple and filthy: collect as much male cum as possible inside your tight asses. Ride, beg, and milk every drop you can from the warlocks stationed throughout the arena… and from our sacred Torch Bearer if you’re bold enough to claim him. At the end of the time limit, all cum will be magically extracted and measured. The top 128 witches with the heaviest loads in their asses advance. Begin!”

A roar of pure lust shook the arena. Dozens of warlocks in tight leather harnesses appeared across the zones, cocks hard and ready. But every witch knew the ultimate prize stood in the Fire Zone — Manny the Orange and his legendary, forearm-length cock.

The race began in a frenzy of naked, sweating bodies.

Witches sprinted to the nearest warlocks, dropping to all fours or climbing into their laps. In the Blue Zone, Juanita the Blue was already bent over, thick Latina ass high as two warlocks took turns slamming into her asshole. She moaned like a whore, pushing back greedily while using water magick to make her insides ripple and milk them. Thick ropes of cum were already beginning to leak from her stretched hole as the first warlock roared and unloaded deep inside her bowels.

In the Earth Zone, Tori the Black had mounted a muscular warlock reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass rippling powerfully as she slammed down, taking him balls-deep in her tight backdoor. “Fill this athletic ass, you pathetic stud!” she growled, grinding hard until he exploded inside her with a guttural cry.

Manny’s Fire Zone became the most chaotic and desired station.

Witches lined up on their hands and knees in front of his throne, asses presented high, holes already winking and lubed with arousal. Manny didn’t hold back.

The first challenger — a curvy ebony fire witch with an enormous, jiggling ass — backed herself onto his massive cock. Her tight ring stretched obscenely around his thick head before swallowing inch after veiny inch until her fat cheeks pressed against his pelvis.

“Fuuuuuck — it’s splitting my ass in half!” she screamed in ecstasy. Manny gripped her wide hips and fucked her hard, long, powerful strokes that made her heavy ass cheeks clap loudly. Within minutes he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded the first massive torrent of thick, hot cum deep into her bowels. She came violently from the sensation alone, pussy squirting onto the sand as her asshole pulsed and milked every drop.

She staggered away on shaky legs, cum already leaking from her gaping ass, and ran to find more warlocks.

They came in waves.

A petite redhead with perky tits screamed as Manny folded her in half and pounded her asshole in a mating press, his heavy balls slapping her soaked pussy while he pumped her full. Another thick-thighed MILF took him standing, one leg raised as he railed her ass mercilessly, her big hanging breasts flopping wildly until he flooded her guts.

Manny’s stamina was endless. Thanks to Raven’s herbal tea and daily coven breedings, he came repeatedly — huge, heavy loads that bloated the witches’ bellies slightly before they ran off leaking rivers of cum down their thighs.

The entire arena had become one massive, depraved anal fuck-fest. Wet slapping sounds, guttural moans, and the constant squelch of cum-filled asses filled the air. Witches rode warlocks in every position — doggy, cowgirl, piledriver — desperately trying to milk load after load into their greedy rectums. Many were double-penetrated, one cock in the ass while another filled their throats or pussies.

At the forty-five minute mark, the competition turned feral.

A gorgeous caramel-skinned fire witch with an impossibly fat ass reached Manny for her third visit. She presented herself on all fours, ass spread wide, already gaping and leaking previous loads. Manny mounted her like a beast, slamming his massive cock balls-deep into her cum-slick asshole and railing her with brutal ****. Her fat cheeks rippled violently as he pumped yet another enormous load into her already full bowels. She squirted hard onto the sand, screaming in overstuffed bliss before crawling away on trembling limbs, cum farting and bubbling out of her ruined hole with every movement.

Cheri the Gold watched from the Council box with pure hunger, fingers buried deep in her own cunt as golden light pulsed from her body. Raven rode a floating crystal cock beside her, moaning encouragement to the competitors while eyeing Manny with possessive pride.

The final thirty minutes were pure anal chaos.

Witches who had collected six or seven loads were **** for more. Many returned to Manny again and again, their asses sloppy, gaping, and overflowing. One athletic blonde fire witch took him in a standing full nelson, legs spread wide as he pounded her asshole mercilessly, her body bouncing on his cock until he pumped her so full that thick white cum sprayed out around his shaft with every thrust.

By the end of the ninety minutes, the arena floor was a slick disaster of squirt, sweat, and leaking cum. The 256 witches stood or knelt in the center, many of them bow-legged, bellies slightly distended, thick rivers of semen running down their thighs and calves from their well-used assholes.

Raven waved her hand. Magical light swept across the arena.

Every drop of cum was extracted from their asses in glowing streams, coalescing into floating orbs above each witch’s head. The orbs were measured by volume and density under bright lights as the crowd watched in breathless, horny silence.

The results were announced with dramatic flair.

Many witches had impressive collections — four to six heavy loads. But the true anal queens had taken eight, nine, even ten loads deep in their asses. The top 128 were announced one by one, their names rising on the massive leaderboard amid thunderous applause and fresh moans from the spectators.

Several fire witches who had spent the most time on Manny’s cock ranked especially high, their orbs massive and glowing bright orange from the potency of his seed.

Raven smiled down at the exhausted but triumphant survivors. “Well done, my cum-guzzling anal sluts. The greediest and sluttiest among you advance. Rest… hydrate… and prepare your holes. Round Six will test limits you have never imagined.”

Manny stood from his throne, his still-hard cock dripping with the mixed juices of dozens of well-fucked asses. Fire witches crawled to him immediately, licking him clean with reverent, hungry tongues.

Cheri the Gold stared at him from the box with raw, golden hunger, already aching to feel that same massive cock destroy her own holes later.

The Trial by Combat had reached new depths of depravity, and Manny the Orange remained the throbbing, cum-pumping heart of it all.