The Entity takes form to satisfy the witches

Empowered by the witches spells the particle began to take form. The Entity struggled to take a form which wouldn't drive the humans to madness. It stretched and pulled at itself as it grew within the flames, folding in on itself in a way alien to this dimension and displaying colours unable to be seen by the human eye. Its mind reached out and snatched images from the witches minds on what it should look like as it sought to stabilise itself.

It was surprised at the lack of eyes expected, two seemed arbitrary and insufficient but the Entity felt compelled by the witches magic to take a suitable form.

The witches excitement rose and they cackled with glee as the Entity stepped from the flames. Cloven hooves stepped onto the ground with muscular goat like legs. Its torso looked suitably powerful with a brawny chest and arms, its skin a dark red. Its head was a confused mix of goat and human with an elongated skull but still almost recognisably human, its disturbing yellow eyes viewing the witches across a spectrum of vision unknowable to limited human brains. Large black horns jutted from the top of its head threatening to unbalance it yet it somehow moved with grace despite large low hanging balls clanging against its thighs as it moved

The witches bowed before it, their foreheads pressed to the ground and their naked asses presented to the air at an angle possible at their age.

A long forked tongue tasted the air as it stepped forward. Instinctively it roared an unnatural bleating sound to announce its presence.

The crone was the first to look up at the Being they had summoned from beyond the veil of sanity.

She smiled as her milky eyes took in the magnificent form before her. Everything she had hoped it could be. They had tried this spell so many times and was delighted that it finally worked. She reached out with a wrinkled crooked hand "Baʿal Zebub, My Lord, let us cavort and take pleasure with you. I beg of you" she pleaded in a raspy voice.

The Being focused its attention on her and with its inhuman throat incapable of speech it made a further bleating sound.

The Madien and the Mother looked up and exchanged looks then following Crones lead they crawled towards their Master.

They felt the softness of the fur on his goat like legs, the Mother kissed his sculpted chest while the Crone awkwardly kissed his deformed mouth.

Unable to find its cock The Maiden focused on kissing and licking its balls. The Entity began to feel pleasure in the feelings of its skin against the females. A warmth grew within in, the opposite of the coldness of the Place it had come from.

As the women worshipped its body it learned more and more about what was expected of it during this activity.

It could sense the Maidens confusion and disappointment had not finding its cock with its balls. It pushed the Crone and Mother back onto their knees beside the Maiden.

From within its body a long thick cock grew menacingly between its legs.

The witches amusement turned to desire to something akin to horror as the cock grew and grew thick and hard until it stood before them 18 inches long and 3 inches in diameter.

The Maiden almost fainted, the Mother gazed in awe while the Crone grinned with madness.

"Thank you, My Lord, this will surely be the **** of me" she cackled.