The Oracle's tower faded behind them as Elara and Seline rode east into the wilder reaches—past the monster forest's edge, through thinning pines into rolling hills scarred by old battle lines. The air grew colder, sharper; the sky lower, heavier with the promise of snow. Seven days of hard travel brought them to the edge of the Blackroot Coven's territory—a ring of ancient oaks twisted into unnatural shapes, branches forming a living wall that whispered when the wind moved through them.
Seline reined in—staff planted in the earth.
"This is as far as I go," she said. "The coven doesn't welcome outsiders. They'll test you alone. If you pass—you get the deeper weaving. If you fail…"
Elara dismounted—boots crunching on frost-killed grass. The Obsidian Vine Collar pulsed hot against her throat—feeding on her anticipation, her hunger.
"I won't fail."
Seline kissed her—hard, possessive—hand squeezing her still-tender ass through the trousers.
"Survive. Come back to me."
Elara nodded—then stepped forward.
The oaks parted—silent, deliberate—revealing a narrow path lit by floating violet orbs. She walked—alone—into the heart of the coven.
The clearing opened suddenly—a wide circle of black soil ringed by thirteen standing stones, each carved with runes that glowed faintly. In the center: a low platform of polished obsidian, padded in dark furs. Thirteen witches waited—naked except for silver chains at throat and waist, bodies painted with violet sigils, eyes black as the Oracle's.
The coven mother—tallest, oldest, hair silver-white—stepped forward.
"Elara Voss. The vine-bearer. The Oracle sends you for the deeper weaving. To earn it—you must prove you can hold power while broken."
Elara met her gaze.
"How?"
The mother smiled—thin, cruel.
"Gang trial. Thirteen of us. Full use—all holes. Heavy discipline between rounds. Survive the night without begging mercy—and you leave with the knowledge."
Elara's pulse thundered.
Arousal surged to 94%.
"I accept."
The mother nodded.
"Bind her."
Two witches moved—silk ropes at wrists and ankles—stretched her face-down across the obsidian platform—ass high, legs spread wide, chest flat, head turned to see the circle.
Ropes tight—immobilizing—leaving her helpless, exposed.
The mother stepped behind her—wide leather belt in hand.
"Fifty to start. Then we begin."
First crack—sharp across both cheeks.
Elara gasped—"One!"
Heat exploded—bright, searing.
Second—harder—left cheek.
"Two!"
The mother swung steady—left, right—each strike landing with a meaty slap that echoed off the stones.
By ten—ass glowing pink, stinging sweetly.
By twenty—pink deepened to red—welts rising.
By thirty—deep crimson—each smack reigniting the last.
By forty—Elara breathing hard—hips rocking slightly—pussy dripping onto the obsidian.
By fifty—ass burning hot—tears pricking—moaning between counts.
The mother rubbed the heated flesh—slow circles—kneading the fire deeper.
"First set done. Open the trial."
First witch—tall, dark-haired—stepped forward.
Strap-on buckled—thick, ridged.
She knelt—pressed to Elara's pussy—thrust—deep.
Elara moaned—full, stretched.
The witch fucked her—slow—then faster—hand spanking her welted ass lightly during thrusts.
Slap—thrust. Slap—thrust.
Elara came—clenching—screaming—walls fluttering around the strap.
The witch groaned—pulled out—came across her ass—hot enchanted oil landing on red skin.
Second witch—shorter, fuller breasts—took her mouth while third fucked her pussy.
She sucked—deep-throating—while the third pounded—hand spanking her ass in rhythm.
Slap—suck. Slap—thrust.
She came again—body shaking—moaning around the strap.
The one in her mouth pulled out—came on her face—thick glowing streaks.
Double penetration began on the fourth.
Two witches at once—one in pussy, one in ass—thrusting in rhythm while a third took her mouth.
Slap—thrust. Slap—thrust.
Light hand slaps on ass/thighs—keeping the burn alive.
Elara came—hard—triple filled—screaming around the strap—body shaking violently.
They rotated—positions shifting—every hole used—glowing oil leaking from pussy and ass—face and tits streaked.
By the eighth—gangbang peaked: three straps at once (pussy + ass + mouth) while two others stroked enchanted dildos—waiting.
Spanking continued—light slaps during thrusts—rhythm building.
She came again—multiple—overlapping—body convulsing—squirting slightly—coating the platform.
The circle cheered—violet light flaring brighter.
Triple penetration finale: three witches at once—pussy + ass + mouth—thrusting deep—hands spanking her ass lightly during strokes.
Elara came—again—screaming—body shaking—glowing oil flooding her holes.
All finished on her—face, tits, ass, back—thick glowing ropes—cum play—she rubbed it into her welted skin while witches slapped her ass one last time—light, possessive.
Elara collapsed forward—panting—dripping—glowing.
The coven mother stepped forward—lifted her gently—wrapped her in a black fur cloak.
"You endured," she said. "You are worthy."
Seline appeared at the clearing's edge—staff glowing—eyes fierce.
Elara smiled—weak, triumphant—voice hoarse.
"I did it."
The mother handed her a small black crystal—pulsing violet.
"The deeper weaving. Use it wisely."
Seline carried her out—back to the horses.
They rode north—Elara curled against Seline's back—ass throbbing, body sated.
The road waited.
And she was ready—marked, dripping, unbreakable.
[Milestone: First Coven Gangbang & Triple Strap Trial][Rewards Granted]
LP +880 WP +280 MP +200 New Passive Unlocked: [Coven Overload Lv.1] – +70% pleasure in all-female magical group sex. Title Earned: [Witch's Chosen Lv.1] – +50% effectiveness when using pain-weaving or ritual magic in sex.
[Current Totals]
LP: 10099WP: 2721MP: 1758
Elara pressed her welted ass against Seline's back—burning, alive.
The north road called.
And she answered—with fire in her veins and power in her core.