Is a successful life a blessing or a curse? Mortal families can go their entire lives without worrying about power struggles and have a fulfilling life filled with love, laughter, and children. It makes one wonder if a cultivator’s life is a cursed one.

~Arianrhod, Goddess of Rebirth and Fate

Zoe sat on the edge of Crow’s bed and bathed him as his body underwent significant changes. They even had to burn his clothes and all the rags because they were covered in filth, blood, and other things she didn’t want to think about.

A day later, Crow’s body entered a feverish state. Zoe and the others constantly doused him in cold water to keep his body temperature down. The part that worried Zoe was that he seemed to be losing vitality, but she couldn’t figure out why.

The Witches were now using their power to replenish, heal, and cool him while Zoe tried to predict a good time to start their ritual. They long realized this place was a godsend because it was covered in formations preventing anyone from discovering it. Zoe also knew Crow showed her this place because when he eventually left, she could use it to escape if necessary.

Two more days went by, but she didn’t sleep much the previous night because Crow would intermittently scream while the veins bulged out of his body. It took almost the entire coven to hold him down even though he was tied up to prevent him from harming himself.

On the fifth day, they felt a change. Crow suddenly gave off a heavenly Aura that felt like basking in the sunlight. During that time, Zoe’s head snapped up, looking at her sisters.

“It’s time!” Zoe said, rushing toward the bed and untying Crow. The other women rushed in to help and carried him into the warehouse area, where they’d used chalk to draw ritual circles. Between the last two circles were sigils that only a Witch could recognize. The other regents scattered around the ritual were something Crow would identify, even if he wasn’t sure what the rest of it meant.

The ritual circle was divided into four sections corresponding to the cardinal directions. In the center of each area was a metal pylon driven deeply into the floor. The pylons had thick chains attached to them with a cuff on the loose end. They placed Crow in the middle of the circle and proceeded to attach the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. They left him with no slack to move his limbs even slightly.

“You sure you want to do this?” Minnie breathed into Zoe’s ear. Zoe looked over with askance in her eyes but didn’t speak. “He might agree without forcing it.”

“You don’t understand,” Zoe replied.

“We are sisters; you don’t have to hold all the burdens.”

Zoe sighed. “I am not withholding anything on purpose. He’s unfated, so I can’t see his future, but his karmic presence is powerful. I’m able to predict a few things, and shortly, he won’t be himself. He might hate me, but I am doing this to save his life. This little sacrifice for our freedom is nothing.”

“I don’t understand,” Minnie sighed, and Zoe against her best friend.

“I don’t either, but we’ll know soon,” Zoe claimed as the other Witches lined up around the circle. Crow’s body was flushed crimson, making him look like a little devil, but the women’s eyes weren’t drawn to that. Instead, they could stop staring at his raging cock that suddenly stood up and swayed like a snake sensing prey.

Because of how the ritual worked, Zoe stood between Crow’s spread-eagle legs and stared at his little monster. The entire room heard her audibly gulp before she told them to begin. Her voice had a noticeable hitch, making the experienced women in the group smirk.

Once they began their chant, Zoe’s voice regained its strength. She didn’t have time to get distracted, even if that thing made her flinch every time her eyes roamed across it. It wasn’t just her, either. All of them were enraptured by his anatomy and missed a subtle change in Crow’s Shield.

The Fireheart Oak was still at the center with the flame leaves and the Sluagh-covered roots, but something new entered it. Thirteen shadows surrounded the tree, and it appeared as if they were worshipping it. Even if the coven noticed it, no one would understand. A Lineage wasn’t all about power but also about bonds formed.

Crow’s eyes snapped open as their chanting stopped, but they weren’t the warm green Zoe saw in the library. The golden ring was still there, but now his eyes were filled with shadows and fire. Occasionally, a flash of emerald could still be seen, but she knew Crow had succumbed to the beast inside.

The bestial Crow struggled to break free from his restraint, and his veins bulged at the feat, but the women had long-prepared implements that could contain a person five times stronger than a Wood Shield practitioner.

Zoe approached Crow until her feet were on either side of his thrashing hips. Even tied down, he twisted his hips and used his manhood as a weapon. With shaking hands, she reached up to remove her robe but seeing her struggle, Minnie and another woman stepped forward and helped her disrobe.

Long black hair was let down, and her pale white body was exposed and had no blemish or mark. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but her pert, pink nipples were standing erect. She went from bookish-looking librarian to devilish seductress. Even if Crow’s mind was cloudy, he momentarily froze at the sudden change. Zoe’s hips and butt were nearly perfect, and Crow had never seen a pussy as pink and perfect as hers. That alone was almost enough to tame the beast.

“With my virginal sacrifice, I shall bind you as husband to my coven. Protector of my sisters,” Zoe intoned.

“We welcome the husband of the High Priestess,” the coven responded.

Zoe looked down and gulped. Her knees shook slightly as she bent them, reached out to grab Crow’s manhood, and brought the tip to her heavenly paradise. Already, her juices leaked out over the monster, and Crow remained strangely still.

Fearing her hesitation, she pushed herself down onto him, and her knees gave way in pain. Because her legs were no longer supporting her, he entered her all the way.

“Ahhh!” She moaned painfully as tears rolled down her cheeks. As a cultivator, there was no way this little bit would cause any serious injury. Still, losing her virginity was secondary to the size of the cock filling her womb.

“Finish the ritual,” Minnie whispered from beside her, trying to help Zoe concentrate. The High Priestess nodded and reached back to swipe her finger along Crow’s scrotum. Bringing her hand forward, they could all see it was covered in her virginal blood, which she used to draw another sigil on Crow’s navel region.

“Husband, use this sacrifice to sustain your vitality. You may not rest until all the sisters are satisfied, or… you’ll die.” Zoe knew Crow wouldn’t die because she already sensed the overwhelming essence inside him now that they were one. In fact, she feared that she had brought a monster into her coven’s wedding bed and that it might be her sisters who suffered.

The sigil lit up and vitality flooded into Crow’s body. While he wasn’t sane at the moment, some part of him registered what was happening.

Zoe rode him after the pain disappeared, and pleasure eroded her consciousness. Like Crow, she turned into a lust demoness and orgasmed several times before he unloaded inside her. Unable to continue, the sisters picked her up and laid her gently to the side.

Minnie stepped up next and straddled Crow in the same way. She was also a virgin, and Zoe clarified that the remaining virgins needed to go first. It was vitally important to Crow. However, unlike Zoe, she wasn’t frightened by the prospect but excited.

A coven shared all, and during the ritual, the other sisters felt the orgasms and were also turned on. Most of them were already rubbing themselves in pleasure, and even Zoe wasn’t spared from her desire, even if she was currently exhausted.

After Minnie went, the rest weren’t able to contain themselves. The virgins still continued to straddle him, but the others swarmed Crow. One even straddled his face, rubbing her drenched opening onto his mouth. She didn’t expect his tongue to penetrate her, and she orgasmed instantly, spraying him as her body twitched. Others straddled his hands, and some rubbed against him while servicing each other. It was hard to say who was inside of who.

After the last virgin rode Crow, he regained his sanity. Once he realized what was happening, he didn’t even know what to say, but the amount of vital yin inside him had nearly extinguished the vanquished the beast inside. The threat of losing control was all but gone. It didn’t mean his libido was dead, just that he was now in control.

After the woman straddling his face orgasmed, he called out hoarsely, “Release me.”

Zoe looked over, still recovering from her first time with him. “We have to complete the ritual.”

“I know,” Crow replied. “I’ll make sure they are satisfied.”

What boggled his mind the most was that he had just married a coven’s High Priestess, and a coven could only have one husband. That didn’t mean the other women here couldn’t have lovers. Only the High Priestess had to remain faithful to him, but only Crow could impregnate these women. At least if what his mother had told him was true.

The sigil on his navel flared up, filling him with vitality and lust. It was like the most potent aphrodisiac ever, but it couldn’t even compare to his beast mode. It wasn’t long before his hands grabbed tits and asses of all sizes. Every second of the orgy, his cock filled one hole or another. The only time it was exposed was the few seconds it switched targets. Mouths, tits, vaginas, hands—every body part imaginable—were all over his body. He was ravaging the women; they were ravaging him and each other. At some point, it turned into a mindless pleasure fuckfest. The most shocking part to Crow was the amount of yin inside him, which was growing at an alarming rate.

One by one, he conquered them all until they dropped away, no longer able to participate. Minnie was the one that hung in the longest, but eventually, she crawled over to Zoe and collapsed in her High Priestess’s arms.

Crow understood why Zoe was still resting by the side. Most Witch rituals were about reciprocity, which meant they often ended the way they started. Once all the sisters were satiated, he gently took Minnie from Zoe’s arms and placed her on a big bed he summoned. Even took the time to put the other women on it with her. Once they were situated comfortably, he brought out another smaller bed and picked Zoe up. She watched him the whole time, tears beading her eyes. It’d been a long time since a man showed Witches this kind of consideration and kindness.

To complete the ritual, he had to finish the night by satisfying his wife. After he laid her down, he carefully pushed he knees apart and saw that she was already soaking the bed with her desire. Climbing on top of her, he slowly penetrated Zoe’s forbidden cave, and his mouth pressed against hers. It was the most gentle lovemaking he’d managed all night. Zoe’s hands circled his waist, and she grabbed onto his muscular back.

Crow didn’t speed up and took his time, giving her all the pleasure he could. He didn’t know why she chose this, but he didn’t want her to regret it. Showing her gentleness and kindness was the best he could offer her in this situation. The longer they went at it, the more she clung to him. Her mouth was hungry for his, and out of all the women here, she orgasmed the most.

“Crow, I can’t go on,” Zoe whispered, and he nodded. “B-but, hold me, p-please.”

“You should never fear asking me for something, silly. I won’t deny you anything,” Crow whispered into her ear and withdrew his cock from her vagina. Then he pulled her lithe body into his arms and cradled her to his chest. Involuntarily, her arm and leg curled over his body, holding him possessively while she slept.

Glancing at the sleeping women, he sighed in his heart.

*You are so dead.* Lily panted fiercely in his mind.

Oh, shit! Crow had forgotten about her.