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 The Hero Will Come by Shadowloup

   During the tenth hour of the orgy at the Inn of the Wet Cleft, the two
sorceresses Guenivere and Rose made the unpleasant discovery that no stiff
cocks remained to be sucked or fucked.  Mayor, innkeeper, farmers and any
other male who had wandered inside had succumbed to the pair's supple
charms and now lay where they had fallen in exhausted stupor.  Soft snores
had long since replaced the lusty groans of men's mettle being tested by
the witches.  Now men lay in various states of undress, sprawled on
benches, splayed on the floor, or laid out on the table.  Cocks of all
sizes lolled about.  But all were soft, and once viscous fluids were now
drying on them.

   Guenivere was tall, with hair brown like wood falling straight to her
shoulders.  Her complexion was tan, and her eyes dark.  Sticky white spunk
covered parts of her chin, cheeks, lips, and entangled the bangs on her
forehead.  One nipple of her lean yet pleasant titties was likewise coated.
She valiantly attempted to suck some life into one wet yet wilting cock
which had moments before been deep inside her tight cootch.  But the owner,
one of the more muscular men of the village, lay fast asleep upon the
table.

   "Give it up," said her shorter companion Rose, who felt equally
frustrated and had just ceased pushing and spinning her moist twat upon
another unconscious man's face.  Rose was smaller, yet plumper of bun and
teat, and possessed raven-black hair and blue eyes.

   "I think there's still some life left in it," Guenivere said, wrapping
her lips around the softening member.  She had already lapped his sperm and
her own spunk from it, but it continued softening.

   Both witches' buns, mouths and lips were tired.  But the aches of their
triple gates to paradise were nothing compared to their fear of not finding
The Chosen Man in time.

   Neither witch had known the other until a few days ago, when both had
independently ventured to the town seeking The Chosen Man.  Guenivere's
specialty was divination via the tarot deck.  Rose's specialty was crystal
scrying.  Both had studied the prophecies of Kestral the Mage, which said
that one man might alleviate the upcoming darkness threatening the land,
and that man could be found at this town.

   As Guenivere continued her futile task, which she punctuated with sharp
sucking sounds, Rose walked by and sharply slapped the meat of the taller
sorceress' buttocks.  The sound rolled across the room like a thunderclap.
Guenivere's butt cheeks shuddered as she yelped in pain and outrage.  It
was a sight which would have aroused anyone, provided they were still
awake.

   "Give it up slut," Rose said.

   Guenivere sighed, knowing her duggier companion was right.

   The two threaded their way through the human wreckage, walking gingerly,
for they had been deliciously violated throughout the night.

   That was when the stable lad Hugh Thickwrist arrived.  Though young,
Hugh was tall, lean, and possessed dashing good looks marred only by a look
of perpetual bewilderment.  He was unprepared for the sight of erotic
carnage which met his eyes upon entering the tavern.  For a second he
wondered how such delightful devastation had been wrought, and how he had
managed to miss it.  Then he spied two vixens who had been getting dressed
until he entered.  Rose was trying to pull a blouse across her boobs, and
Guenivere was trying to pull her tight green leggings beyond her rump. 
Both stopped to examine the new visitor.

   The witch as tall as Hugh now wore a lascivious if sticky grin.  Because
of it she resembled a cat, and Hugh wondered if he were the prey.

   The other shorter, pleasantly plumper female also smiled.  Her blue eyes
were kinder.

   Guenivere let her green leggings flutter to the floor, stepped out of
them, and sashayed to Hugh.

   "Hello," she purred, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other
lightly on his groin.  As she gently explored the mystery within his
breaches, she asked "How did we miss you?"

   Hugh's face flushed from the gentle, fondling fingers.

   "I fell asleep feeding the horses last night," he said in a choked
voice.

   Guenivere laughed, slipping her hand deep down Hugh's trousers and began
stroking.  Hugh's face turned even redder.  A gurgling sound came from his
throat.

   "Have you ever been with a woman before?" Rose asked.

   "No.  I mean, yes...  Oh the gods," Hugh tried to explain despite the
distracting hand and extending bulge in his trousers.

   Rose then said to Guenivere, "He seems a bit young to be the Chosen
Man."

   "He's enough over the age of consent so that we can have our wicked ways
with him," Guenivere said.

   Rose sighed, but realized time was dwindling.

   They both fucked Hugh.  They started out kneeling before him, applying
fluttering kisses to his prick and balls.  In no time their mingling, hot
breaths aroused Hugh's tool to the point of throbbing.

   Then they guided him to an empty spot on the floor.  Guenivere tried to
wrap her mouth around the sweet-tasting morsel.  Rose was quicker, and slid
her wet twat fully down Hugh's length.  Guenivere contented herself by
lowering her athletic buns onto Hugh's face, enjoying the sensations of his
eyelashes tickling her rump and the hot moisture of his breath upon her
furred crack.  She frotted herself on his forehead.

   After a few minutes of bouncing, Rose sensed Hugh was about to orgasm.

   "Quick, get the flask!" Rose cried as she continued her bouncing. 
Guenivere scowled as she removed herself from Hugh's face to get a phial
from her belongings on one of the tables.

   Rose slid off Hugh's reddened cock just as it pulsated and a wad of
white spume slid out the tip.  The two kneeling witches grabbed his prick
and aimed it for the flask's opening.  But Guenivere could not resist.  The
prick looked too tasty.  She swallowed the knob.

   "Guenivere!" Rose cried.

   Hugh lay back and moaned, his dick ready to erupt.  Guenivere refused to
remove her mouth from the rigid organ, bathing it with hot spittle.  Rose
was forced to apply The Mystic Grip on Hugh's balls to avert his upcoming
crisis.

   "Let it go, you wench!" Rose demanded.

   Guenivere shook her head no and continued sucking.

   Finally Rose pinched Guenivere's nose shut with her free hand. 
Shortness of breath forced the witch's head off the dick.  A sharp groan
was torn from Hugh's throat.  White lava flowed from the angry red tip. 
Rose hurriedly moved the phial so some would splatter inside.

   A gentle snoring arose.

   "He is a sleepy head," Guenivere giggled, surveying Hugh's sticky face.

   "Yes," Rose said.  "But it took the two of us to knock him out.  All
these others we took care of singly."

   "I had several on me at once," Guenivere said with a pout.

   "Slut," Rose muttered beneath her breath.

   The duo left the unconscious lad and the other townsmen, and walked to
their rooms.  Once there, Rose lit a candle, and added several herbs from
her pouch to the jism-filled phial.  A crystal blue light, bright as a ray
of sun, shone through it.

   "He is the Chosen One," Rose said, awed at her success.

   The pair then found an old tapestry decorating one of the inn's walls. A
few sprinkles from another phial filled with Guenivere's orgasmic energy
enabled it to fly.  They then loaded the sleeping Hugh onboard and
transported themselves to Rose's lair.

   When Hugh awoke, he was disoriented and disrobed, but delighted to find
Guenivere once again suckling at his prick.  Her every slurp seemed to pull
at his groin.  Rose had absented herself, and Guenivere could not resist a
new plaything.

   She smiled as best she could at the lad with her mouth full.  He could
see her impish brown eyes peeping through the bangs of her hair.  Through
the hot, tight embrace of her tongue and lips, Hugh could swear he was
halfway down her throat, and about to give her something to eat.

   That was when Rose reappeared.  Another hearty hand-spank across the
kneeling sorceress' ass made her yowl around Hugh's cock.

   Guenivere released her oral grip and sat back, pouting as she rubbed her
harmed hams.

   "Greetings again, Hugh," Rose said.  She then introduced herself and
Guenivere.

   Hugh was more to the point.  "Why have you ensorcelled me?" he asked.

   "Because you are The Chosen Man," Rose explained.

   "The man chosen for what?"

   "You, for some reason, are fated to be the one to fight the Queen
Rheana," Rose said.  "You are our only hope."

   The blank look on Hugh's face made Rose realize further explanation was
necessary.

   "It all started one thousand years ago, when King Ethelrude the
Ever-Ready ruled the Kingdom," she said.  "Of course, this kingdom was much
smaller than it is now, and those who lived just north of it suffered from
the depredations of Rheana, succubus queen of the Mountains.  Periodically
she swept down upon their villages, laying waste their buildings in her
quest to lay all the peasants.

   "While the villagers enjoyed the laying bit, they objected to the
rebuilding part.  So they petitioned King Ethelrude for succor.

   "The King agreed, in part because he longed to expand his lands, and in
part because he was a kinky king and always willing to try something new,
like fucking a succubus into submission.

   "So the King and Rheana enjoined in carnal combat on the summit of Mount
Veneris.  King Ethelrude waved his mighty war lance, and plunged it deeply
into the tight confines of the succubus.  Though he thrust deeply, she
matched him stroke for stroke.  Their marital martial bout lasted three
days..."

   Hugh grunted as one of Guenivere's fingers found his tight anus and
slowly, deliciously wiggled up inside it.  Rose continued, ignoring the
outburst; "On the fourth day, the King was able to reach her.  It is said
that her screams of joy caused the sun to stop his journey in the sky to
watch the spectacle, and that the juices from between her thighs flooded
several towns.

   "After her climax, Rheana fell into a deep, thousand year slumber.  But
even as she sleeps, her sexual appetite grows.  The thousand year cycle
draws to an end.  The mountains rumble, moved by her quivering thighs.  Hot
springs flow with water boiled from the heat of her pussy.  She will
awaken, and she will have to be fucked."

   "That's where you come in," Guenivere said, rotating her anus-bound
finger and making Hugh squirm.  "For some reason you are destined to diddle
the demon."

   "I don't know if I can," Hugh said.  "I'm not all that experienced.  And
anyway, fornicating with a fiend sounds like risky business.  What happened
to Ethelrude?"

   "No one really knows," Rose said.  "Some say he became a monk, forsaking
all sex because he had already had the best there was.  Others said he
became a wanderer, ever searching for better elixirs to alleviate his
always aching back."

   "Worry not about your inexperience," Guenivere said while toying with
Hugh's balls.  "You will begin a six-day sex session with us.  We will show
you all manner of erotic tricks and tantric magics.  You must use these on
Rheana."

   And so began the training of Hugh.  First, he trained with Rose.  A few
quick kisses upon her ruby lips, a quick groping of her turgid teats, and
then a fumbled attempt at fornication which left Hugh grunting, brought a
rebuke from the witch.

   "More foreplay first," she said.

   And so Hugh first heard the word cunnilingus.  He was introduced to
Rose's lower lips, which he licked up, down, and all around, lathering the
black hairs with hot spittle, twiddling her bright coral lips, teasing them
open with his tongue until they resembled a lusty pink butterfly with a
bright pink clitoral head.

   Rose also taught Hugh his first sex spell, the Overstimulated Clit.

   "With this spell, a woman will be in your power," she explained.

   Hugh next trained with Guenivere.  Remembering his previous training, he
went head-first to her thighs, performing the spell of the Overstimulated
Clitty so well that Guenivere's little pink pearl soon stood upright, rigid
as a man's cock.  The witch grew cross-eyed with lust.  Finally she could
take no more.  She gasped, grunted, and pushed his head away.

   "A good trick," she said.  "Now let me show you another."

   With that, she taught Hugh his second spell, that of the Thickening
Dick. He recited the magic mantra as he thrust deeply into Guenivere,
giving her the thick, stretching sensations she craved.

   Hugh once again trained with Rose, this time employing that Thickening
Dick spell.  Rose being smaller, was much more uncomfortably filled than
Guenivere had been.  Now she grunted and groaned during their bout. 
Fortunately she was wet enough to accommodate Hugh.  Just barely, and she
had to apply icy water to her privates afterward.

   Through the following days, the witches showered potions, lotions and
magical motions upon Hugh.  He learned how to keep his lust unslaked, the
better to last longer.  How to twiddle a tight bunghole.  How to delve for
the mysterious g-spot.  And the spell of the Twiddled Tit.

   Then the appointed day came for Rheana to awaken.  The two witches and
Hugh flew on the tapestry to an ancient temple hidden at the bottom of
Mount Veneris.  There a deep blue stream flowed beneath a bridge leading to
a small ivy-covered pagoda.  Drooping branches from nearby weeping willow
trees slowly swayed in the stream's currents, which also turned an ancient
prayer wheel.  A lightning bolt from the clear sky rent the pagoda, and
created a small tidal wave that broke the prayer wheel.  From deep within
the mountain's bowels came a feminine moaning.

   A deep chasm opened, and Rheana, the succubus queen stepped forth.  She
stood taller than the trees.  Her two titties were firm, standing like
hills capped with pink buds, and they cast a dark shadow upon the earth. 
Her eyes were green, like pools of jade.  Her tresses, the color of straw,
fell to her shoulders.  She shook herself.  Her rippling muscles and
bouncing boobs rained a light covering of dust upon the land.  Hugh looked
up, and discovered her twat was wet as a river and yawning like a narrow
canyon crevice waiting to be entered.  An intoxicating smell of aroused
female spread throughout the air.

   Rheana put a hand through her hair like a comb, and laughed.  It was a
light, tinkling, merry laugh.  It was then she spied the trio watching her.

   "So, who has come to see me awaken?"

   "We've come to thwart you," Guenivere said.  Rose made to silence her
companion, but was too late.  Rheana clapped her hands and several mighty
tree roots tore from the ground to ensnare the two witches.  Rose silently
cursed Guenivere for never knowing when to keep her mouth shut.

   "And who are you?" asked the demon queen of Hugh

   "I am Hugh Thickwrist, and I too am here to stop your evil plans." Hugh
thought his voice sounded very small.

   "Hmmmm.  Thickwrist.  I like that name.  Do you live up to it?"

   "More than adequately," Hugh replied in a voice slightly higher in tone
than he wished.  He dropped his trousers as he spoke.

   An eager grin spread across Rheana's lips.  With a wave of her hand, she
became the same height as Hugh.

   Hugh stepped forward, but was surprised when Rheana gripped him by his
buttocks and hoisted him above her head until his thighs were level with
her eyes.  Looking down into her green eyes, Hugh saw Rheana's smile before
she opened her mouth and swallowed his member whole.

   Rheana feasted upon Hugh's meat like a calf suckling at a cow's teat. 
One thousand years of abstinence had made her very eager to taste man milk
again.

   Hugh panicked for a second as he felt his crises arising.  Ejaculate
would arrive too soon, and all would be for nought.

   "Believe in yourself, Hugh!" Rose called out as the lad began to falter.

   Then Hugh remembered the spell of the Thickening Dick.  Reciting it,
Hugh swelled his dick until Rheana's eyes grew large in alarm as her throat
distended.  She pushed Hugh back, allowing his cock to escape her mouth
with a popping sound that echoed off the mountain sides.

   She gave Hugh a sly smile.  "That was nasty," she said, before playfully
biting the tip of his prick.  Hugh could only grunt in pleasurable pain.

   Hugh was dropped to the ground.  While he tried to regain his breath,
Rheana again beset him by plopping her pussy upon his face and mercilessly
grinding it against his lips.  Her thick spendings nearly drowned Hugh. 
Then he remembered the spell of the Overstimulated Clit.  Soon the demon
queen's clitoris stood long as a man's thumb and rigid as a rock.

   Rheana's face grew red and she panted.

   "You have been taught well," she gasped.  Then, sliding her body down to
get away from Hugh's lips, she speared herself upon his cock.  This left
Hugh's hand free to enact the spell of the Twiddled Titty.

   A crooning sound came from Rheana's throat as she lustily shafted
herself.  The slapping of her and Hugh's loins filled the glade.  Hugh was
nearly out of his mind with pleasure, and close to climaxing.  Rheana was
equally hot.  Moisture dripped from both their faces and their breathing
grew labored.

   "Strum her clit, Hugh!" Rose cried.

   Hugh heard Rose with the last sane portion of his mind.  He reached out
between Rheana's thighs, and gently rubbed her protruding plum between
thumb and forefinger.

   The demon queen screamed in ecstasy.  Hot white spendings deluged from
her twat like rain from a thundercloud, joined by Hugh's own spunk.  Hugh
and the witches found themselves blinded momentarily by the sticky storm.
When they were finally able to see, Rheana could not be found.

   As Hugh released the witches, they congratulated him.

   "Such fuckery will be sung about for generations," Rose told him as the
trio boarded the flying tapestry.

   "I hope she didn't fake her orgasm," Guenivere said.  The thought cast a
pall on the trio all the way home.