The water glowed rose-gold around me, thick with heat and magic, stroking every inch of exposed skin like a thousand warm tongues. My cock floated half-hard between my thighs, already flushed and heavy from Morgana's earlier claiming, the slit still weeping the last of her mixed with my own spend.
Seven women circled me in the steaming pool. Not attendants. Not servants. These were the First Circle—ancient, ripe, shameless—and they looked at me like wolves who'd finally cornered the only stag left in the forest.
Veyra, cinnamon-skinned and crowned with living orchids, was the first to speak.
"Look at him already leaking for us," she purred, trailing one long finger through the water until it brushed the underside of my shaft. I jerked. "Poor little stallion. Morgana used you hard, didn't she? Filled that virgin cock with her greedy cunt and left you dripping her royal cream."
The others laughed—low, throaty, delighted.
Sylvara, the redhead with the cruel cupid's bow mouth, drifted closer. She caught the thin pearl of pre-cum that had beaded at my tip and smeared it between her thumb and forefinger, then brought it to her lips and sucked.
"Mmm. Still tastes like fresh boy," she murmured. "But we're going to ruin that taste, aren't we? We're going to paint you in so many different flavors you won't remember what your own cum smells like."
They guided me to the center platform. The stone was smooth, warm, slightly curved so my hips tilted up like an offering. Six pairs of hands pinned me—wrists, ankles, shoulders—while Veyra climbed over my face.
"Open wide, Chosen," she commanded, spreading her thighs. Her cunt was swollen, dark lips glistening, the scent of green sap and ripe fruit drowning me. "You're going to drink every drop I give you, and you're going to thank me for it."
She lowered herself.
I groaned into her flesh as she smeared her slick across my lips, my nose, my chin. Then she settled, grinding slow and filthy.
"Tongue out," she snapped. "Fuck me with it like you mean it."
I obeyed. Lapped deep. Sucked her clit. Drank the honey that coated my throat while she rode my face like a throne.
"God, he's eager," moaned the pale one—Lirien—with eyes like spring leaves. She had both hands wrapped around my cock now, stroking with agonizing slowness. "Feel how he throbs every time she grinds down. He wants to be used. Wants to be milked dry."
Another mouth found my balls—hot, wet, sucking one then the other while a tongue flicked the tender skin behind. Someone else dragged sharp nails lightly down my inner thighs.
I was shaking.
Veyra came with a guttural cry, flooding my mouth. Thick, sweet, almost too much. I swallowed convulsively, some of it spilling down my jaw anyway.
"Good boy," she hissed, lifting just enough to let me breathe. "Now look at the mess you made." She scooped the overflow from my chin and pushed two dripping fingers between my lips. "Clean it. Taste how a real woman cums."
I sucked obediently while they laughed.
Then they really began.
Lirien straddled my hips, not taking me inside yet—just sliding her soaked folds along my length, coating me in her arousal.
"You're going to fill us one by one," she whispered, "but first we empty you. Over and over. Until your balls are aching and your cock is crying for mercy."
Sylvara knelt between my spread thighs. She spat on the head of my cock—once, twice—then took me into her mouth in one long, slow swallow. No teasing. Just deep, wet heat and the flat of her tongue pressing hard against the underside.
I bucked.
They held me down.
Another woman—dark-eyed, full-breasted Kaia—leaned over me, letting her heavy tits drag across my chest while she whispered filth against my ear.
"You're going to cum so many times tonight, little stallion. And every time you spill, we're going to make you watch what you do to us. Watch us scoop it up. Watch us feed it back to you. Watch us rub it into our skin like sacred oil."
The first orgasm hit like a fist.
Sylvara didn't pull off. She swallowed every pulse, throat working, humming in pleasure while I shouted into Veyra's thigh.
When she finally lifted her head, a thick rope of my cum still connected her lower lip to my twitching cock. She crawled up my body, kissed me hard—pushing my own spend into my mouth with her tongue.
"Swallow," she ordered. "Taste what a good boy gives his mistresses."
I did.
They didn't let me soften.
Lirien mounted me next—slow, deliberate, taking every inch while the others watched and touched themselves.
"Look at that greedy cunt swallowing him," Kaia murmured, fingers circling her own clit. "He's stretching her so wide… gods, I can see how much he's filling her."
Lirien rode me hard, hips snapping, tits bouncing.
"Cum inside me," she demanded. "Breed me deep. Give me everything you've got left."
I couldn't hold back.
The second release was slower, thicker, almost painful. I felt it jetting into her, felt her walls flutter and milk me while she moaned broken praise.
When she lifted off, a gush of my cum followed—creamy white against her dark pink folds.
Sylvara was there instantly. She pushed three fingers inside Lirien, scooped out a thick glob of my spend, then turned to me.
"Open," she said.
I opened.
She fed me my own cum straight from Lirien's cunt—slow, deliberate, making sure I tasted every salty-sweet drop.
"Good little cum-slut," she purred. "You're going to learn to love the taste of yourself on all of us."
The rest of the night blurred into a haze of hands, mouths, cunts, and whispered degradation.
They took turns riding me until I was whimpering. They made me lick them clean after each load. They painted their breasts, their bellies, their thighs with my cum and rubbed it in while telling me how pretty I looked marked by them.
By the time the water began to cool, I was trembling, overstimulated, cock raw and still half-hard, balls empty and aching.
Veyra knelt beside me one last time, stroking sweat-damp hair from my forehead.
"You've pleased the First Circle," she murmured. "The root has taken. Your sigil will burn tomorrow—my orchid, right above your heart."
She kissed me softly—almost tenderly—then added with a wicked smile:
"But don't get comfortable, Chosen. Tomorrow the Second Circle arrives. And they like it… rougher."
She stood, water streaming down her perfect body, and the others followed.
They left me sprawled on the platform, spent, covered in their scent and my own drying cum, heart hammering with equal parts terror and desperate, shameful want.
The full moon was still weeks away.
And I already knew I was ruined for anything less than this.