The Great Mother of Desire

Their voices slur and warble as the invocation continues. Latrice's hair swirls high, Cynthia's breasts and buttocks bounce with the wild steps of her dance, and Nan's fiery red bush and hair glimmer in the light of the flames. Bruno is beginning to struggle against his bonds, his erection standing high and firm.

Your eyes blur momentarily. Something BIG is lurking nearby, just outside your range of vision. You don't see anything yet, but you have all the hints that SOMETHING just entered the room.

"Great Mother of Desire!" Nan calls. "Accept this goat, our offering, and grant our boons!"

There is a high piping sound as from a chorus of demons with reed flutes. You feel a gust of warm air and a tingle of magic sweeping through the room. Bruno cries out. His member swells at the tip and erupts, shooting high into the air. The women lean in and catch the droplets, spreading the pearly seed over their skin.

Nan prompts Cynthia. "Your wish," she says.

"Great Mother, grant me this boon!" Cynthia calls. Her voice is steadier, and the whining edge has subsided. "I was meant to be a Minerval, not a Beavertail! Help me join the House of Secrets!"

A voice manifests from the air above the bound young man. "There is one you know in House Minerval. Bring him to me as a goat-offering."

"M-my brother?" Cynthia says.

"Your boon shall be granted."

"Say you accept," Nan urges.

"I accept!" Cynthia says. The whine has crept back to her voice.

"Mount upon my goat."

Bruno kneels on the cushion, bound and hooded. The rope tied tightly under his balls and the erotic magic of the circle keep him hard.

Cynthia straddles the cushion and squats down, taking him inside. "AH!" she cries out. Her hips buck and her chin thrusts up, a climax taking her instantly. She writhes on Bruno's pole for a long, loud sequence of orgasms. When she slumps, Latrice and Nan help her to dismount.

"I am well pleased you come to me, my child. I have heard the call of your desire for many moons."

Cynthia's face glows with bliss, accepted by the Great Mother of Desire.

"Latrice," Nan prompts.

"There is one I desire," Latrice says. "Let that one be mine."

"Your boon shall be granted. Mount upon my goat."

Latrice's face shows hesitation. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and steps forward. When she descends upon Bruno's member, a climax seizes her like a fever-fit. Her hips pump madly, her head tilts in every direction, lashing her long dark hair through the air, and her toes curl, clench and pop. Bruno gives an answering groan, and you see a thread of seed trace down over his tight balls.

When Latrice is quiet, Nan lifts the petite young woman off Bruno's cock. Latrice slumps to the side, insensible.

"Great Mother, grant me this boon," Nan begins.

You watch quietly from the shadows as the ritual's leader calls upon the powerful being they have summoned.