The massive iron doors groaned open.
The three Pillars entered first, moving with a synchronized, graceful precision. They were no longer the trembling, exhausted figures I'd seen upon my arrival. This time, they were draped in heavy, forest-green cloaks that billowed behind them, the rich fabric pinned with silver brooches.
Despite the clothes, the memory of their naked forms was burned into my retinas—the bronze warrior, the hourglass shadow with the raven hair, and the petite, fiery redhead.
Walking behind them was Lady Isobel. Her presence was commanding, her emerald robes trailing over the floor like a slow-moving tide. She wasn't just the Guild Mistress; she was the High Seer, the architect of this entire cosmic gamble.
They formed a semi-circle around the edge of the ritual square, their hoods pulled back to reveal faces etched with a mixture of reverence and intense, hungry anticipation.
To me, they were still mysteries—puzzles made of flesh and ancient power.
The Bronze Pillar watched me with amber eyes that didn't blink, her hand resting on the hilt of a dagger at her waist as if she were measuring my worth.
The Raven-Haired Pillar kept her gaze lower, her chest heaving slightly, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the dark velvet of her cloak.
The Ginger Pillar bit her lip, her eyes darting between me and the naked Deborah, her curiosity clearly warring with her modesty.
"The time has come," Lady Isobel announced, her voice resonating through the hollows of the hall. She raised her staff, and the purple runes beneath our feet began to hum, waking up in response to her presence. "The Lord of Convergence has accepted the First Path."
She looked at me, her milky eyes seeing far more than just my face. "Lord Karl, you stand at the threshold. To take Deborah is to take the Void into your veins. Are you prepared for the weight of her soul?"
Deborah stood in the center, a beacon of silver and ivory against the dark stone, her arms open as if welcoming a storm. The other three women watched us, their breathing turning shallow and synchronized.
They were clearly praying and waiting for their turn to be claimed.
I am prepared," I said, my voice echoing with a confidence I was only starting to truly feel.
Lady Isobel nodded, her staff striking the floor with a heavy thud. "Then enter the square, Lord Karl. Lie where the worlds meet."
I stepped onto the cold stone, the violet runes pulsing beneath my feet like a living heartbeat. As I lay back, the floor felt like ice against my spine, but the air above me was thick and fever-hot.
The Bronze Pillar stepped forward. She wasn't just a warrior, she was the Ritualist. Her hands moved in a blurred, hypnotic sequence of mudras, her amber eyes glowing as she began a low chant.
It was a language of friction and earth, syllables that felt like grinding stones. One by one, the other Pillars joined in, their voices weaving into a haunting, multi-layered harmony that made the very air vibrate.
Then came Deborah.
She knelt over me, her silver hair brushing against my chest as she worked the ties of my robe. She stripped me bare with practiced, reverent hands. The moment her skin met mine, the electricity was undeniable.
My cock snapped to full attention, throbbing in the cool air, a blatant testament to the hunger she'd been stoking since I woke up.
Suddenly, the stone floor beneath me groaned. Thick, emerald-green vines—strengthened by the Ritualist's chant—burst through the cracks in the floor. They weren't rough, but cool and supple, smelling of crushed moss and ancient earth.
They coiled around my wrists and ankles, pinning me to the floor in a spread-eagle position like an anchor.
Deborah didn't hesitate. She straddled my hips, her knees digging into the stone on either side of my waist. She sat back, her full breasts heaving as she looked down at me, her silver eyes dark with a mixture of lust and divine purpose.
"The Path is open, Lord Karl," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rising roar of the chanting Pillars. "Take my soul. Take my magic. Become the Master of the Void."
She reached down, her soft fingers guiding my heat toward her, her glistening silver bush pressing against the head of my cock as she prepared to slide down and seal the bond.
Deborah let out a sharp, ragged gasp as she guided me to her entrance. She gave my cock a slow, firm squeeze, her thumb grazing the tip before she lowered herself. She was impossibly tight, her heat surrounding me like a velvet glove as she slid down, millimeter by millimeter, until she was fully seated against my pelvis.
She leaned forward, her heavy breasts crushing against my chest, and captured my mouth in a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of ozone and honey. Her hands, slick with sweat, traced feverish patterns over my ribs and pectorals, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss.
Then, she began to move.
It wasn't a frantic pace; it was a slow, agonizingly sexy grind. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, her powerful thighs squeezing mine as she milked every inch of me. The friction against her silver bush was electric, sending jolts of pure pleasure straight to my brain.
I looked past her shoulder, catching the eyes of the other mages. The Bronze Warrior, the Raven-Haired Shadow, and the Ginger Pillar stood in a circle, their faces flushed, their voices rising in a rhythmic, chanting crescendo that seemed to pulse in time with Deborah's thrusts.
It was surreal—being watched, being ritualized—but the sensation of her pussy gripping me was so intense that the rest of the world started to blur into a haze of violet light.
I strained against the vines, my muscles bulging as I tried to reach up and grab her swaying breasts, but the restraints held firm. I was forced to simply lie there and take it, a literal sacrifice to her hunger.
"Give it to me, Karl," she whimpered against my ear, her pace finally quickening, her internal muscles pulsing around me in rhythm with the chanting. "Unlock the Path!"
The air in the room suddenly turned cold—deadly cold. As I felt my climax building, a roar of white noise filled my head. The moment I erupted inside her, I didn't just feel a release of tension. I felt a surge.
It felt like a tidal wave of icy water crashing into my veins. Images flashed before my eyes: starlit voids, screaming monsters, and the shimmering silver threads that connected this world to the next. The mana didn't just enter me; it tore through me, rewiring my nervous system.
My back arched off the stone, the emerald vines creaking under the pressure as the Path of the Summoner burned its way into my soul. I wasn't just Karl anymore. I was a conductor. I was the bridge.
Deborah cried out, her head snapping back as she absorbed the feedback of the bond, her body shuddering in a violent, prolonged orgasm that seemed to last an eternity.
The chanting stopped abruptly. The silence that followed was deafening.