"More!"

The word is already said before you have time to regret, but through the new surge of caressing and massaging hands you can't really find it in yourself to care. You give yourself away to the entirely overwhelming sensations. Your entire body is drenched in salt sweat and sweet pussy juices. Another pair of lips greedily clashes with yours. You barely put up any resistance and lets her - whoever she is - runs her tonguetip all over the inside of your mouth. The kiss alone is better than any sex you've had up until you've arrived in town; so forceful and dominant, completely in control of your pleasure.

It's only by the aftertaste that you realize you've been slipped another **** cocktail. They all pull back and the glint in the eyes of the one who kissed you causes an inexplicable jolt of fear. But before you have time to understand why, the **** hits your bloodstream. The effect is instantaneous:
A burning sensation spreads down your body like pouring hot water, all your muscles tense in anticipation and your cock swells and throbs even further. If you ever had doubts about the situation before, they completely vanish along with most other higher thinking. All you can focus on, all you can feel, all you _are _is your rock-hard, near-purple cock. You feel nothing but the agony of every second without stimulation. You need to plow into a pussy, violate an asshole, fill up a mouth. You need to feel hands squeezing, breasts yielding, asses pressing. You need to enter someone, something. You need.. Need. Need!

You helpless start thrusting into the air, hoping to feel the warmth restraint of a cunt, but still nothing. You hear voices: laughter and merriment but there's nothing enjoyable about the situation without a hole to fuck. Words fly by but you care not to understand them. Do they pity what you've become? Do they find it amusing? Do they regret breaking you? You don't care as long as they do something about your ACHING COCK!

You're still thrusting but now a pair of lips are lowered down, upturned in a smirk. You don't even see the rest of the woman, just those full, red lips - the threshhold to a wet, needy hole. You eagerly thrust your dick at them, your patience eroded by their teasing and their ****. The moment your cockhead first slips between these pillowy lips is divine. It's fantastic. It's the best and worst feeling you've ever experience. It's pleasure so intense it might as well be pain. Whoever she is she doesn't take you into her mouth, leaving it to you to thrust as much into her as you like. You don't mind debasing yourself for this.
Every time you pull out the split seconds between stimulation are maddening, every time you desperately thrust you sink deeper into her heat. You feel something give against your cock and suddenly you can slide ever deeper than before into her throat.
The tightness. The wetness. You come instantly. Your entire body tenses like a spring and you scream your orgasm into the night. But unlike before, while intense, it brings little satisfaction. Your cock still aches for stimulation, now it's just even more sensitive.

You give yourself over to the moment. Savouring every sensation they bestow upon you, dreading the moments where they leave you waiting. Every new technique they employ on you leaves you feeling like a hapless virgin again. Helpless to do anything but cum and cum and cum. You pass in and out of awareness countless time, stuck in a fugue state of pleasure.

Suddenly your vision clears and you see the seductresses for what they are. You see their dresses of spun of evening mist, their ears like knives and their beauty belying their hollow bodies. They watch you with otherworldly eyes of cat, fox, deer and hawk.
They drag you, laughing, giggling, licking and sucking towards a gaping portal in the earth. The hill is raised on burning poles, the flower wreaths smell of sweet mildew.
They drag you past their alien bacchanalias, barely leaving you time to notice the cloven feet, the curling horns and teethy muzzles.
They drag you to the frantic waltz of the violin. The river man is playing with inhuman skill and winks coyly at you as you pass.
They drag you into their realm and down, down, down.
Down.

You wake and despite the pleasure, despite the want, you know that something is wrong. Very wrong.
At first you think the drumbeat is part of the ritual. Fingers tapping a rhythm on your cock, hands drumming on your chests, mouths blowing in your ear.
Only when you open your eyes do you realize that no one is drumming, tapping or otherwise. What you feel is the frantic beating of your heart. You feel it in your ears, in your chest and most of all in your throbbing cock. Powerful and alarmingly irregular.

You feel the orgasm approaching but this time with a sense of dread. You know it's only a matter of time before you're driven over the edge by the two mouths sharing your dick and the one exploring your balls.

This time you're just not sure you're coming back.

You open your mouth. Stop it! The words are right there but your throat is parched. Stop, please. But only moans leave your throat. The mouths speed up, slathering your cock in spit. One sucking on the hard rod, the other twirling her tongue on your head. The orgasm nears.

"St-.." you try, but the no other sound comes out and you can only stare as these seductive cultists wring a final powerful orgasm from you. It starts all the way inside you. The tensing of your stomach, the curling of your toes. The explosion of pleasure-pain that lasts for an eternity. Your nails dig into your hands and you life pours out your cock like a broken faucet.

Then your vision goes black for the final time.