Everyone sat down, dejected as no one could think of any other alternative ideas. As we all sat in silence, a thought came to my head. Or rather, a memory.
“Wait a minute!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. “I saw the patterns. Briefly, but I saw them!”
“What? When did you see them?” Seqora asked, excited but wary at the prospect.
“Um, a few weeks or months ago,” I said, trying to remember the exact date. “I can’t recall exactly when, but Regina did a little magic hand waving thing and she brought me back to observe the past. Specifically, she brought me back to the day that King Burrukham attacked your city and everything started. It must have been briefly but I was there in the room where you were casting the spell before the attack. I must have seen the patterns!”
“Oh! I remember when that happened!” Zotova said, “It was the day when Danna also became a Ringmaster!”
“Yes! Seqora, you said you had some kind of magic that could bring forth memoires? All we have to do is use that on me and we can see the pattern!”
I watched Seqora smile wide as I explained the plan. She covered her mouth again, as if she was trying to suppress her smile. “Is it truly possible?” she said to herself. She was lost in thought for quite some time before turning back to the rest of us. “This may work. Emphasis on the may part.”
Seqora gestures for me and Zotova to follow her. The two of us shrugged, confused, but followed after her. She led us towards her room and opened up the door. Inside, the walls were filled with tomes in shelves that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Each of them were written in a language that I didn’t quite understand. She guided both of us towards a faded circle on the ground, lined with the remnants of symbols drawn long ago.
“Without the necessary components, I won’t be able to bind the magic on a permanent basis,” Seqora explained as she began to strip down. She removed her robe, giving both me and Zotova a clear view of her back. It looks properly cared for, as if bathed daily and washed with the softest of sponges. “Originally, this ritual was supposed to bind the magic to an item. Since we can’t risk King Cyril removing or breaking the object, I will do an inversion so that it is bound to a person. I trust you to make the most of it,” she said, turning around to point at me. I tried not to stare at her jiggling breasts, but it was hard not to. I had to force myself to stare at her face, though I could see out of the corner of my eye that Zotova’s eyes were not quite as modest.
“So, um, how does this memory magic work?” I asked, my gaze turned over towards the tomes on Seqora’s shelves.
“Simple. I just need to draw the symbols onto your forehead,” Seqora said as she walked over, holding a jar of something dark that looked like ink. “Now, I want you to start to focus on that memory of what you saw that day.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. I could feel Seqora’s fingers, dipped in whatever was in the jar, pressing against my forehead and beginning to draw out the symbols. The more she moved her finger, the more clear the image was starting to become. I remembered Regina being excited to show me everything; the way that Seqora was moving and chanting; the layout of the room; and the symbols that glowed on the ground. As it turned into focus, I felt a swelling feeling in my throat. It grew larger and larger until it felt like it was completely closing up my throat. I opened up my eyes and coughed violently, pushing the feeling up and out until I spit out a glowing orb.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, gasping for air.
“That is the memory, copied so that it remains clear,” Seqora said as she picked it up. As she held it, I could see the memory inside as if it was a photograph. “Now, please give me some room as I draw this out.”
Zotova and I both backed up onto Seqora’s bed as Seqora began to draw on the floor with the ink, glancing up only to reference back to the orb. After what felt like an hour, Seqora stood up inside of the large completed circle.
“It is done. Now, we just need to perform the ritual and charge the magic into you,” Seqora said as she gestured for both of us to enter the circle.
As we did, I felt a shiver go through my spine. Even without the ritual beginning, the design of the circle had an ambient magic all of its own; I could feel myself attuned to it as even the slightest hint of it coursed through me.
“So, how do we perform the ritual and-”
Before I could utter any more words, Seqora pulled me in by my cheeks and firmly kissed me on the lips. To say I was stunned was the understatement, but I was even more surprised when she slowly poked her tongue against my lips. She felt so soft and tender, even more so as she pressed her bare breasts against me. After a bit, she pulled back and I was able to catch my breath.
“Wha- What was that for?” I asked, barely able to utter that out of my confusion.
“Darling Maria, this version of the ritual binds the sex magic energy to a person. It’s sex energy. How did you think that it was going to work?” She nodded to Zetova behind me. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear Zetova starting to undress. “Now then, let’s get ready to perform.”
She spun me around so I was now face to face with a nude Zetova. My eyes ran along her body from top down. Her skin was a deep color, darker than Vanessa’s. Her breasts were nicely shaped, easily D cup sized, and perky with her nipples erect. Her body was built very well, not quite body-builder level, but she still had plenty of muscle definition in her arms and thighs. But, that wasn’t what drew my attention. Between her legs was a seven-inch erect cock with dangling balls underneath it.
“Whoa!” I say, not so subtly staring right at Zetova’s cock. “Um, Zetova, you’re a, um…You have a… uh…”
Zetova chuckled as she crossed her arms. “Back in my reality, women were the ones with cocks. Like what you see?” she asked, swinging her member back and forth a little, watching as my eyes followed along with it. All I could do was gulp in response.
“Now, the ritual can be done with just one person,” Seqora said as she began to massage my shoulders, “But, the more people, the better the effects are. And, I chose Zetova specifically to join us because, well, I simply thought it would be more fun. Wouldn’t you agree, Darling Maria?”
Once again, all I could do was gulp in response. My mind eagerly raced with the thoughts and ideas of what Zetova’s cock would do to me and just how much I wanted her to do those things to me.
“Why don’t we ease you into it?” Seqora said, pressing herself against my back. I could feel her breathing, right in that nice sweet spot between the neck and my ears.
As she did, I watched as Zetova began to stroke herself. Each stroke that she did, I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter. After all the lesbian sex and romance that I’ve been having since getting the ring, I didn’t even think that I still had any sort of desire for cock. But, here I was, practically moments away from sticking my tongue out and begging for Zetova to ram the whole thing into my mouth.