As soon as the blood hits his mouth, his soft cock becomes erect again.
This is the seed we need. What we already took was just the milking. The emptying of the tainted, worthless semen.
This now? This is where the magic lives.
The women pump him one final time and when he spills again, his seed is purple.
In that same moment, Emily’s scalpel slices him open from throat to groin. His blood spills out, drips down his body, and flows into the channels cut into the marble, forming a river that empties into the baptismal font that has been moved into position.
Kael is so happy, and satiated, and, let’s face it, drugged, he doesn’t even flinch when she begins to remove his organs.
I take Joshua’s hand and lead him back over to the bloody featherbed to join the rest of the men, who are now waking up from their drink, and we insert ourselves into the pile of sweaty bodies and begin touching each other for pleasure this time. We writhe together in lust and sin, until, hours later, the magic has been made.
Then I get up, shower with Emily and Joshua, let the women dress me in clean clothes, and leave the White River coven with the magic I need to change the course of everything.
