on Prefect Susan

You watch from the shadows as the tall redhead, nude and smeared from Bruno's first eruption, takes her turn to call upon the powerful being they have summoned. Bruno still kneels upon the cushion, hooded and bound hand and foot as the ritual's offering. His penis throbs in full erection, the veins standing out as Nan's rope belt cinches round his cock under his tight balls. The other participants lie upon the floor after their climactic rides upon the Great Mother's Goat. Cynthia lolls in pleasant satisfaction, while Latrice lies limply, her long dark hair spread across the stone pavement.

"Great Mother, grant me this boon," Nan begins. "Susan Quaffle stole my lover, and now lords it over Beavertail as a prefect, using her office to push herself on the first-years. I want her embarrassed. I want her shamed. I want her pregnant!"

The voice echoes from the air above the ritual's bound offering.

"Drink from the goat's member, and enter in bed with your foe as she sleeps, kissing her womanhood. The moment she shall reach her peak upon your tongue, her doom is sealed."

"I have to eat out Icky Susie? I don't even...uh." Nan says, her face screwed up in disgust. She bows her head, composes herself with a deep breath, and raises her chin high. "I accept."

"Drink the goat's seed."

Nan kneels before Bruno. She bends forward and loosens her rope belt binding his cock. One hand cups his balls, the other grips his shaft. When her lips seal round his cock head, Nan and Bruno moan loudly together. Nan works her head up and down, her hands squeezing and stroking. Bruno strains against the bonds on his wrists and ankles. His head tilts back with pleasure. But it's Nan who's first to reach the peak. A groan through Nan's nostrils rises toward a squeal, muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her body quivers. A clear fluid jets out from between her bright pink, swollen labia. Bruno growls and lets go, free of the rope round his cock root, filling Nan's mouth with seed. Nan makes a choked squeal. Her hips buck, thrusting her loins back with a hungry desire to be filled.

"In gladness, children, in gladness!" calls the voice from the air. "Children of desire, let desire reign!"

Cynthia rises from the floor, her eyes alight, and seizes the long summoning wand from the table of tools. She kneels behind Nan and thrusts the phallic end into Nan's hungry womb. Nan's hips buck back upon the ritual dildo, her emptiness filled. Nan's fluids gush again, splashing Cynthia's hands, and Cynthia cries out "Ah!" Latrice shifts in her swoon, her own hips beginning to pump with desire for some dream-lover.

The ritual devolves into a pile of squirming nude bodies. Tools are knocked aside. The protective magic circle dissipates without anyone to hold it, and a wave of lusty energy sweeps out through House Beavertail's chambers. You feel it sweep through your body, making your pulse beat fast, your girl parts moisten and swell. You want to leap forward and join the others.

What's your next move?

• Leap forward into the orgy and HAVE SEX. (And introduce yourself later) Roll 2d6+Diligence.
• Try to find Susan to warn her. Roll an ENCOUNTER (2d6+Diligence at -1, middle of the night, where is she?)
• Head back to bed and hope you wake up at the regular morning time. Roll 2d6 for RAPID GENDER CYCLING.
• Something else?