You arrive at the castle

By the time the imposing stone walls of the castle come into view, you're barely able to contain yourself, your skin tingling and your cock aching with need. Elara can't help but blush as her eyes drift down to your swollen manhood.

Sera grins in approval. "What a good sport," she says playfully, taking in the sight of you and your aching member. "I think this journey will definitely be worth it."

Elara shoots Sera a warning look. "This is serious," she says firmly, though she can't seem to tear her eyes away from your throbbing arousal.

Sera giggles and waves her hand dismissively. "I know, I know. But sometimes it's good to have a little fun, don't you think? Besides, I caught you checking out the goods, your Highness. Especially when Sir John was stroking that his ..."

"That's enough, Serafina!" Princess Elara blushes furiously, unable to hide her embarrassment, bu failing to deny the accusation. "Enough chatter. We're here to save the kingdom, not to entertain ourselves with his..."

Her sentence is cut off when you finally get close enough that the enchantment around the castle wears off. Where you has seen a simple castle before, you now stand before the imposing wooden doors that lead into the real castle. Despite your humiliation and anticipation, you can't help but feel an air of importance and power. This is where Queen Morgana reigns. Where magic thrives. The castle's spires reached for the sky, and the walls seemed to hum with a faint, magical energy. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sounds of distant, melodic chants echoed through the trees.

As you approached the castle gates, they swung open with a creak, revealing a welcoming party. In the midst of the sea of black robes came forward a maiden with short, blue hair, and a confident swagger. Her robes were embroidered with symbols that appeared to glow as she walked closer, her smile cat-like as it split across her features,

"Greetings, Princess Elara of Elaria! It is truly an honor to receive one of royal blood," the witch greets, "I am Cassandra, apprentice of Morgana. Welcome to Lyria."

As you look around the courtyard, you notice a familiar pair of golden-eyed witches approaching. It's none other than the raven-haired witch from the border and the blonde witch. Their robes flow around their toned, nubile bodies, the fabric shimmering in the sunlight.

"This way," Cassandra said, leading you through the grand entrance hall. The interior of the castle was breathtaking, with intricate tapestries adorning the walls and chandeliers that sparkled with enchanted light. As you walked, the witches' whispers continued, their words both arousing and humiliating.

"He's certainly packing," one murmurs.

"His aura is intoxicating," another marvels.

"I would ride him till I break," a third purrs.

You tried to focus on the surroundings, but the constant comments and stares made it difficult. Each step felt like an eternity as your arousal grew, your cock hardening despite your best efforts to remain composed.

Finally, you reached the grand hall, where Queen Morgana awaited. She sat on an ornate throne, her presence commanding and regal. Her beauty was otherworldly, with long, silver hair that flowed like a waterfall over her shoulders and a dress that shimmered with every movement. Her eyes, a piercing blue, held a wisdom and power that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Beside her, several other witches stood, their attire equally as revealing and their expressions equally as interested in you. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

Princess Elara stepped forward, her voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "Queen Morgana, I am Princess Elara of Elaria. We seek your aid in curing my father, the King, who suffers from a grave illness. We have journeyed far in the hopes that the ancient pact between our lands still holds true."

Morgana's gaze shifted from Elara to you, her eyes lingering on your naked form. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Ah, Princess Elara, it is an honor to have you in our midst. The ancient pact does indeed hold, but I see you are not fully aware of its terms."

With those words, Morgana rose to her feet, her expression a mix of interest and intrigue. She circled you, her fingers grazing against your bare skin. The sensation sent sparks shooting through you, and you felt a tightening in your lower abdomen as your arousal began to increase.

Elara and you exchanged puzzled looks. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Elara asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Morgana leaned forward, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Long ago, when our lands first forged this pact, it was agreed that whenever Elaria sought the aid of Lyria, a maiden accompanied by a man would be sent to our kingdom. This man, as tradition dictates, must be stripped of all clothing, a symbol of his vulnerability and willingness to endure our trials. In return, we would provide the magical assistance required."

Elara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "But, Queen Morgana, I do not wish Sir John to endure further trials, his sacrifice has been made clear to all," she said, glancing at you apologetically.

Morgana's smile widened as she continued. "The purpose of these trials is twofold. Firstly, they are designed to harness the sexual energy of a good man, which is a powerful source for our magic. Secondly, they test the man's endurance and willingness to submit to our ways. Only through these trials can we create the potion needed to cure your father, Princess Elara."

You **** a reassuring smile, despite the turmoil inside you. "It's alright, Princess. We need their help, and if this is what it takes, then I will do it."

Sera, never one to miss an opportunity, leaned in with a smirk. "This is the best trip ever! You're going to enjoy the show, your Highness," she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief. She adds, in a soft whisper, "I'll make sure of it."

Morgana turned her attention to Sera, her eyes narrowing slightly as if studying her. "And you, handmaiden. You have a spark of magic within you. It is rare to see such potential untapped. Have you noticed anything unusual about your abilities?"

Sera hesitated, caught off guard by the question. "Well, I suppose Sir John here did respond to my suggestion earlier. But I thought that was just him being pervert!" she said, jokingly, nudging you with her elbow

Morgana raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Hmm, interesting. Try something like that again, please."

Sera grinned and turned to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Okay, Sir~firstname~, tell me your most intimate fantasy."

Without thinking, you opened your mouth to reply, "Princess Elara and Sera both want me and are jealous of each other. I'm tied down to a bed, completely naked, and they're having a competition to see who can pleasure me better."

Your jaw dropped in shock as the words spilled out of your mouth, and you felt a surge of arousal rush through you

Elara gaspes, saying, "My goodness, Sir ~firstname~"

Sera looks at you, impressed. "That is one of the most perverted things I have ever heard," she teases.

Morgana's smile softened. "You possess the gift, Sera. During these trials, I encourage you to explore your powers. They will be of great use to you and your companions. And who knows, perhaps you will discover something truly remarkable about yourself."

Sera nodded, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will do my best."

Elara, who had been silent, watching with a mix of concern and curiosity, finally spoke up. "Thank you, Queen Morgana. We will do whatever it takes to save my father."

Morgana's gaze shifted back to Elara, a knowing smile on her lips. "I sense your determination, Princess. And perhaps a bit of... curiosity? It is only natural. These trials will reveal much, not only about Sir John but about each of you as well."

Elara blushed slightly, her eyes flickering to you for a moment. "I... Yes, Your Majesty. We are ready."

Cassandra, who had been observing with a knowing smile, stepped forward. "I will be overseeing your trials, good Sir. We shall see how well you endure the pleasures and torments we have in store for you."

With that, you were led deeper into the castle, the eyes of the witches following you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. The atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the tension building with each step. The trials were about to begin, and you had **** but to face them head-on, for the sake of Princess Elara and her quest to save her father.