You blow your wad.

You just can't stop kissing her. You can feel the other pulling off your breaches and a moment later she has your now raging hard cock in her lips sucking it down to the base. You break off the kiss for a moment to say, “No, I don't want to. If you take my body I'll die. Won't I?”

Her soft sweet lips lock with yours again and the other starts rising up and down on your hard cock sucking it for all it's worth. The witches voice is in your ear, she is so close, watching her girls work their magic on you. “No, of course not I'm not all bad. Unlike the others you will meet here I just want your body, I am happy to let your soul live on in another one. I can give you whatever you like.”

Breathless you break the kiss enough to ask, “Like what?” As you say it you can't believe what you are saying. Just then one of the girls pushes a finger softly into your asshole.

You get the feeling you weren't going to actually ask about what bodies she could give you, but she answers, “Well anything really. I can either summon a demon or use the forces of nature to imbue a fae body for you, if you like. With either of those you would gain either demonic or faerie magic to some degree. Or if you prefer I have a sexy little human body that I have kept in stasis from when a servant of mine had their soul eradicated by foul magic. Or if you don't wish to be human I have a friend I can trade that body to for one with elven blood, I'm sure she still has it. Just let me know, we can make a trade, and you will be rid of this beacon of a body and be free to live a happy life, free of a pesky grand quest or any sort of nonsense like that.

Her two servants are working their magic on you, the one keeps you locked in her tender embrace, her sweet lips locked with yours, while her twin just keeps sucking you, bobbing up and down taking all your length into her silky throat, all the while probing and rubbing your prostate with now two of her long sexy fingers. Suddenly an idea, you can't be sure if it is yours or something she planted, pops into your head. “I want to get paid as well, this body is worth more than any of those and you know it.”

She laughs, “So be it. Name your price.”

It occurs to you to ask for something she can't possibly come up with. Something you remember from your former life, you saw in a magazine, something that sounded cool. With a twist from this world of magic just in case. Or it is all a lie and you are asking for something she has lying around. You aren't sure but as the girls are working you into a sexual fit, you can't exactly think straight. You say, “Fine I'll take the deal for the body of my choice, a magic centennial edition 1911 blued with ivory grips and gold inlay, A magic 12 gauge shotgun, 100 rounds of ammo for each, as well as the ability to buy more bullets for either easily whenever I want, and 5000 gold pieces.” The last figure you add at the last second basically blurting out a number as you blast cum down the throat of the girl who has been working so hard on you. The second you make your demand you can't help but feel like you just fucked up. But there it is, it has been said.

She simply asks, “And what body do you want?”