They Leave him a drip.

"We have let you sleep long enough," said Melicious to the fully spent male body lying naked and lifeless on the warm sacrificial altar. He opened his eyes and took a shallow breath, while starting to form a smile.

The beautiful young witch took his ankles in her hands and pulled his feet off the altar, then took his knees in her hands and slid him down until his feet touched the ground. He seemed conscious now, but comfortable with his vulnerability. He weakly braced his arms on the altar to try to stand and failed. She wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled his pelvis tightly against her skirts, squeezing his shrunken and flaccid penis to her. She was certain she would go get him or summon him again at a more comfortable time when she could just use that handsome body for her own entertainment without any crisis to occupy her attention.

... comfortable with his vulnerability.

Her eyes locked his even more tightly than her arm did in a grip he could not resist.

"You did not need to die for us. You only needed to be willing to do so," she told him with a coy smile, "Return to your kingdom now. We will summon you again if and when we wish to harvest your manhood. And perhaps one day I shall take my own pleasure with you - but not now for you would not survive it."

Speechless and still rather breathless, he was a jumble of gratitude, sexual anticipation, and just a bit of fear. Clearly he desired for her to have him right then and there, on the sacred altar or on the ground, but neither her iron resolve nor his soft penis allowed his desire loose.

She pointed. He walked and stumbled as she directed, dragging his leaden feet away from the coven's sacred grove. She had pointed him in the direction of Esmeralda.

...neither her iron resolve nor his soft penis allowed his desire loose.

The man stumbled right up to Esmeralda where she waited for him. He spread his arms wide & hugged her, "Please take me again, your golden highness. You stand in majesty and authority," he said, and poured even more honey upon her, "To my eyes, you are even more beautiful than the magical glamor had made you appear. Even if I might die, the pleasure of my passing would be worth every lost breath. I give my life to you if you would grant me the joy of your taking it." He spread his legs and arms for her to ravish him without resistance. Esmeralda was a bit saddened to see him begging so thirstily like an addict. But restoring him a little discipline and sexual patience would be easy enough at a later time, after Rhiamon was done using him. She knew just what to say to him.

The powerful crone smiled at his naiveté, "Ah, young man, you have seen the sexual superiority of the female sex, but you do not yet understand. Seeing is easy. But understanding? That takes a little time. Go back to your kingdom and bed as many women as will have you to the best of your ability. When you have assisted a woman to have at least nine multiple orgasms in a row, you will begin to understand our physical superiority. You see," she said, taking hold of his soft hanging phallus, "males must replenish your fluids to again feel such pleasure. Women do not have this weakness. You will see. You will understand."

He marveled at what she had explained.

Renaissance Painting of the Prince's encounter with the Wise Witches

Then he was completely taken by surprise when Rhiamon took him by the shoulders and spun him around to face her. She looked at his potential and his loyalty. She decided she would have a word with a couple of mountain Nymphs who could certainly convince this prince's two older brothers to disappear with them (even if one had to leave his current princess love interest and be absent from his arranged marriage to her which was scheduled in a few days). In their absence, this one would become first in line to the throne. His desire to surround himself with powerful women might have been just what this kingdom needed to return to the magical and scientific achievements it once enjoyed. Yes, she would enact her plan immediately.

Two Nymphs could convince the prince's older brothers to disappear with them.

"Thanks to your donation, we are dealing with the forces of the Earl of Banewasp. Soon, Brother Sun will rise, and we will have all the masculine energy we could want. I foresee you and your two older brothers will face threats to the kingdom from within. Go now," she commanded, "Return to your castle to serve your kingdom until we summon you again. Follow that small owl there. It will lead you to the monument you seek, so you can find your secret escape tunnel and take it into the castle."

Return to your castle...

He bowed, nearly falling over as his body was obviously still weak and fragile from his explosive sexual release moments earlier. The witches watched him joyfully make haste into the woods.

Esmeralda asked, "Do you think he'll be alright?"

"Alright?" Rhiamon smiled, "He'll be spectacular."

The End (for now).