They leave him a drip.

"We have let you sleep long enough," said the voice of Melicious.

Dewayne found only the strength to open his eyes, returning to his senses on the warm sacrificial altar, as weak and nakedly exposed as when he last was conscious but now comfortable in his vulnerability.

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 touch the ground. 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.

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

With a coy smile, she told him, "You did not need to die for us. You only needed to be willing to do so. 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 will not survive it."

...now comfortable in his vulnerability.

He did not understand what the desirable woman meant, but it filled him with both foreboding and sexual anticipation. He wanted her to have him now, but neither her iron will nor his soft penis allowed him.

He walked and stumbled as she directed, dragging his leaden feet away from the altar and the strange clearing with its serene atmosphere of calm power. Only a few steps away (though in his mind's haze, it could have been miles), he found the oldest witch high priestess patiently waiting.

...neither her iron will nor his soft penis allowed him.

He stumbled right up to her (even though she had the unapproachable bearing of a queen or high priestess), spread his arms wide & hugged her, "Please take me again, your golden highness. You stand in majesty and authority. 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."

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

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.

Then he was completely taken by surprise when Rhiamon took him by the shoulders and spun him around to face her.

"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."

Return to your castle...

He bowed, nearly falling over as his body was still weak and fragile from his explosive sexual release moments earlier (or was it hours?) and made haste into the woods as the thought of being summoned again filled his heart and loins with joyful anticipation.

The End (for now).