The tingle started as the little blonde's eager tongue licked the base of his testicles, took them into her mouth for a moment, and then released them as she started to work her way up his rigid shaft.

In a moment of lucidity he realised that Pandora had again managed to avoid answering any of his questions. He was just a little ashamed by how little he cared, and then the rough texture of her tongue reached the tender tip of his cock, and slithered delightfully over the end of it before taking him into her mouth. He gave up thinking.

Pandora was sliding gently up and down his hardness, both of them naked on the bed in the warm afternoon. She'd insisted he should lie back, and he was doing as he was told with the exception of lifting his head a little to watch what she was doing. She looked back at him, a glint of humour in her blue eyes as she squeezed him yet again with her lips, sucked a little harder, and slithered her tongue again.

That was it. With an instinctive thrust of his hips, he exploded in her mouth, without warning. It would have seemed somewhat impolite to him before now, but Pandora had made it abundantly clear that she was more than happy to receive him like this, and he wasn't about to argue.

It wasn't just that she was willing. She was skilled, enthusiastic, and as energetic as a bunny. It had been nearly a week since they'd met, and he'd expected that they would settle into some sort of sensible routine after the first day or so. He was wrong. She seemed to want it all the time. Never insistently, but just a little more than willing, whatever, whenever.

Pan lifted herself off him as he softened, crawled up his body, and planted her body on his chest.

"Hey, lover."

"Pan, are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Horny."

"Uh huh."

"Oh, God."

"Why, what's the problem?"

"I might die."

"Not yet."

"No, but - later."

"Not until I've finished with you."

"I hope not."

"I know not."

While they were talking, Pandora had spread her legs wider, displaying herself to Lasco. As the talk slowed, she ran her fingertips across her nipples, her small breasts firm in her hands, and sighed.

"Pan, you dirty girl."

"Yes?"

"Can I help you with that?"

"I'm sure you could, but - unless you object - I'd like you just to lie there."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You can watch."

"Oh."

"Okay?"

"That word just doesn't cover it."

"Shhh..."

While Lasco stared, she slid one hand down the front of her body, swirled a fingertip in and out of her navel, and carried on down over her sparse pale thatch. Her legs were spread, with her knees on the bed at either side of his body, and her puffy labia had parted to reveal a pinkness with which he was now familiar, but had never had such a view of.

Her vagina was awash with moisture, some of it dribbling on his skin, and she scooped a little with one fingertip and spread it gently over her clit, her eyes closed and her body waving slightly as she stroked herself.

Before too long, the attention of a single fingertip wasn't enough, and she moistened another finger on the same hand before setting to work with the two of them, either side of her clit.

Three fingers on her other hand formed themselves into a phallus-like shape, and she somehow managed to orchestrate movements of both hands at once.

Lasco was familiar with the capabilities of Pandora's fingers, but he was still spellbound by the display as she continued to stroke herself with one hand, and thrust the rigid fingers of the other hand deep within herself.

The silence was broken by the hissing sound coming from between Pandora's clenched teeth. The tempo lifted, and the intensity became palpable. Pandora slid down his body until her buttocks bumped into Lasco's again rigid cock. She rubbed carelessly against it for a while, concentrating on what she was doing, and then opened her eyes to question Lasco without speaking.

"No, Pan. I can't. I just - Oh God."

Pandora had moved herself a little further down his body, lifted herself up on her knees, and then, smiling the whole time, lowered herself over him, impaling herself on his cock, with a sigh.

One hand stayed on her clit, two fingers massaging gently but firmly. Her other hand she placed flat on his chest, and used it for leverage, lifting herself off him again and again.

Pandora's body was bathed in sweat. Her fingers were a blur between her legs, and now she was just moving slowly up and down, groaning with abandon on every downstroke.

Lasco couldn't quite decide if he was in ecstasy or agony, but he was stunned that somehow he was ready to come again. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feelings, and suddenly he wasn't alone in his mind.

Lord?

Please call me Zane, Pandora.

As you wish.

Lasco opened his eyes, and Pandora was staring right at him. You're not fooling me. You're going to revert as soon as I stop badgering.

Could be. Zane?

Yes, my dear?

I don't do this often, but - stay in here with me?

In here?

Linked. Like this. When we - Oh, yes, now. When - when we come.

I'm here.

I'm going to - oh, please Zane, watch me?

Zane opened his eyes again. Pan? Come for me?

Yes, Lord.

Zane.

Yes. Yes, Zane. I'm -

I am too, Pandora. Oh, I -

Give me your seed, Sir.

Seed?

Now!

The rest of it was beyond words. Each of them could feel what was happening to the other, and as Pan passed the point of no return, Lasco went with her, his cock tensing and releasing inside her quivering quim, his explosion in her mind, and hers in his.

They shook and slid together and apart, shockwaves bouncing between the two of them, amplified by the mental contact, transmitted by the physical connection. Eventually neither of their bodies could maintain the tension, and Pandora collapsed on top of her lover, spent, exhausted, and finally beyond any more sex, at least for a while.

The two of them pulled each other close, turned on their sides, and slept as their bodies recovered.

---

Lasco woke to the rhythm of a body sliding slowly back and forth behind him. Skin on skin, luxuriously warm, undulating against his sleepy back.

He was lying on his side, his eyes still closed, and he encouraged her with a little thrust of his ass. Her fingers crawled over his body, one across his shoulder, the other feeling his ribs. The torso rubbing against him became a little more insistent, and he started to move his body, almost in time with hers, but not quite. The occasional more palpable contacts were almost electric.

Lasco relaxed to the rhythm, and just moved. Eventually he had to put one of his hands out in front of him to keep his balance, and as he put his hand down he realised it wasn't resting on the bed, but on warm skin. His eyes popped open, and he looked straight at Pandora's back. But if Pandora was there, who was...?

He gasped and lifted his head suddenly, turning to see who was behind him. "Lucilla!"

"Hi there, Zane. Did you miss me?"

Lasco didn't have time to answer. Pandora had heard him call out her name, and she bounced up in the bed, jumped straight over him, and grabbed hold of Lucilla.

In a few moments both naked women, so different, but so similar in important ways, were cuddling tightly on the bed. Dark and pale skin was entwined, and they were kissing each other madly, giggling and whispering. For a while, they forgot the magician was there. He just stared.

After a short time, Lasco was considering saying something when Pandora remembered about him, leaped up from her embrace with the other witch, and grabbed hold of him.

"Sorry, sweetie."

"It's fine, really. I'm..."

Lucilla joind in then. "Oh, I'm sorry too, Zane."

"No need, really," Lasco insisted. "I'm just pleased you're here."

"I'm pleased too," Pandora insisted. "Lie down, Zane. Lie down. I'll get back over my side." She jumped over Lasco again, and pushed him down on the mattress. "That's better."

The witches squashed in on either side of him then, their carelessly naked bodies close and hot. Lasco was a little put out for a start. He wasn't at all sure that the two of them should be here with him like this. He couldn't say he didn't like it, though.

"Ladies, may I ask a personal question?"

"Oh, this will be good," Lucilla piped up, lifting her head looking across to Pandora.

"Tell you what, Lord, we'll put our heads on your shoulders, and you can whisper, just in case you're embarrassed to ask."

"I'm not embarrassed. Not any more. But the two of you - are you lovers?"

Pandora got in first. "Not usually."

"Not," Lucilla responded, "When there are men around."

"Unless we feel tired."

"Or tender."

"Or delicate," Pandora giggled.

"Or it's Tuesday."

"Or raining."

"Or one of us is wearing red panties."

Pandora lifted her head, and looked directly in Lasco's eyes. "Or no panties."

"That's more likely," Lucilla added. She lifted herself up too, and turned Lasco's face towards her. "Listen, I thought you'd worked out by now that the rules were different here."

"I have. I have," Lasco responded, nodding his head. "But I never know exactly how things are different."

Lucilla looked across at Pandora. Some silent communication passed between them. The dark witch continued talking. "Okay. Fair enough. Yes, we are lovers, of a sort. Not exclusively, not regularly, and not possessively."

"Fuck buddies?"

"Oh, no," Pandora explained. "We love each other a great deal. We're just - what, casually intimate?" She looked at Lucilla again.

"Yes, that will do. But Zane -" She made sure he was looking at her. "This thing between you and I, and the thing between you and Pandora, who I understand has been monopolising your company all week, doesn't conflict. You can choose one of us, spend time with both of us, or stop sleeping with either of us. We're not trying to trap you."

Lasco turned to Pandora. "Do you feel the same way?"

She put her face down on his chest, and spoke quietly. "Yes, Zane. I've enjoyed having you to myself this week, but it's not forever. Relax."

Lasco put his hand on her back, and stroked her gently. "I am relaxed, Pan. I've just not thought this through. If there's no urgency, then that's fine."

Lucilla kissed him on the neck. "Good. Mmmm - it's nice to be back."

Pandora leaned over and kissed her again before settling back on Lasco's chest. "It's nice to have you back."

Lasco put his other arm around Lucilla, and stroked them both with his big hands. Lucilla lay there against him, not moving much at all; just watching. Pandora, on the other hand, started kissing the magician's chest, and pulled her body completely on top of his. "Zane," she said to him between kisses, "You were a little horny earlier. Has it worn off?"

"Not exactly. I was just distracted."

"Good."

"You know, you scare me in the mornings."

"Not really."

"Yeah, really," he responded, turning to smile at Lucilla.

Lucilla nodded. "I know what you mean. It's as though no matter what's happened the night before, she's all charged up, and ready to go again."

"Like the Eveready Bunny."

"Exactly like."

Pandora lifted her head. "Do you mind? I'm trying to seduce someone here."

Lucilla giggled again. "Zane, you're screwed."

"I can take it."

"I'm the one who is planning to take it, guys," Pan mumbled.

Everyone laughed. Pandora kept kissing, slowly moving south. Lucilla pulled Lasco's face to hers, and kissed him, long and hard. Lasco was distracted, but not in a bad way.

The magician's hands and mouth were busy with Lucilla. Pandora had just found a use for his cock, sliding her tongue down the length of it and back up again.

Lasco took his mouth from Lucilla's, and whispered to her. "If Pan's going to use her tongue on me, could I use mine on you?"

"You have the best ideas, you know."

"Oh, he does not," Pandora muttered from between his legs. "He's just copying mine."

Lucilla climbed up and over Lasco's body, straddling his shoulders, supported on her knees. Lasco grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer.

There wasn't any talking for a while. Pandora's mouth was busy with Lasco's cock, and the magician was making the most of Lucilla's position, sliding his tongue up and down her dark labia, and dipping inside her slippery pinkness.

Lasco had been with two women before, but not two like this. He was amazed how easily they slipped into a workable rhythm, and how delightful they both felt. He'd almost lost track of where they actually were and what was happening when Pandora released the pressure of her mouth on his erection.

A part of him was relieved, as he wasn't sure how he was going to resist the urge to come for much longer, but he really didn't want her to stop. He needn't have worried. He couldn't see down where she was at all, but he could feel her crawling back up his body.

He thought she was straddling his hips, and she confirmed this when he felt her sink back down over his cock, with a satisfied sigh. Her mouth was free now, and she started to hum. An old tune that he felt he knew, but couldn't quite pin down. Lucilla heard her, and soon the two of them were humming together. Pandora's hands appeared in front of Lucilla then, and took her dark breasts in small pale hands.

Lucilla turned and kissed Pandora briefly, before turning back to smile down at Lasco."Zane, are you alright?"

He lifted his mouth from between her thighs for a moment. "I'm a hell of a lot better than just alright."

The girls both laughed, and they again found a rhythm that worked for all three of them. Pandora was more able to move than the other two, and seemed to control what was happening. She wasn't in any hurry, but despite that her movements slowly became more and more intense.

Lasco pulled Lucilla tightly to him, taking her clit between his lips, applying some suction, and flicking it ever so lightly with his tongue. She kept humming, but shuddered above him. Pandora laughed, and squeezed Lucilla's nipples between her fingertips.

Lucilla jumped. Lasco jumped. Pandora groaned, and pressed hard against Lasco's body. The magician realised that the humming wasn't verbal at all. It was in his head.

Slowly the rhythm of the movements came to match the timing of the music. The thrusts of Lucilla's hips, and the lift and fall of Pandora's body became automatic. To Lasco, the whole situation became surreal. His body seemed to only consist of a cock and a tongue. He thrust with the two of them at the same time, and tried to hold on.

The end, when it came, was sudden, intense, and exhausting. A three way feedback loop meant that simultaneity was inevitable, wonderful, and all-encompassing.

Lasco was convinced he was the first to give in. His cock strained, pulled its muscles tight, and shot deeply in Pandora. The pulse of his cock, and his unintentional mental pulse, were all that she could take, and she clenched her muscles around his hips, and squeezed his cock. Pandora's hands closed reflexively on Lucilla's breasts, squashing them cruelly in her fingers. The combination of that and the hard thrust of Lasco's tongue were the end for her, and she pushed herself hard against his face, panting as the muscles in her thighs took over.

The intensity lifted, shot between the three of them, hovered somehow, and then the structure collapsed. Lucilla reached back and put her hands on Pandora's hips. Lasco took a deep breath, and stroked Lucilla gently as she calmed down. Pandora moved carefully over his cock, milking the last from him, and calming her own muscles. Eventually the movement slowed to the point where it was in the background. That was when Lucilla took the opportunity.

Zane, she thought to him, ensuring that Pandora was just as connected.

Zane surprised himself with his answer. Yes, my Queen?

I have something to tell you. This seems the best time.

Zane could feel a hint of tension. He was able to distinguish between both presences in his mind by now, and realised the tension was Pandora, rather than Lucilla. He spoke carefully. Pandora, do not worry. I love you.

Oh, I love you too, Zane.

As do I, Lucilla added.

I know, I know. But he understands so little, my Queen.

Nonetheless, Pandora, I will not let you down.

Alright. Thank you. Carry on, Lucilla, please.

Lucilla sighed. It seemed to Lasco that it was both mental and audible. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Then she continued: Zane, I fear that I've misled you, and hope that you can forgive me.

I can't see how, but I'm sure we can work it out.

I hope so, but I have no right to expect so. Anyway, here are the bald facts. The ones you keep asking for, and we never give you.

Lucilla kept talking. Lasco listened, and Pandora kept quiet.

We are witches, as you know. We have powers. I'm not going to go into that just now, except to say that - we have had problems of late. Some of our younger people are unable to do much more than parlour tricks. It's been getting steadily worse, and we had no idea why until recently.

It turns out that there is a shortage of the necessary genetic material to ensure a proper continuation. We've diluted the gene pool to the extent that we probably only have one generation to do something about it.

I have brought you here to help. Despite your protests to the contrary, you have the abilities we need. You just need some training to use them correctly. I didn't know this the first time we met. I just wanted you to stop digging in our secrets. When I returned home and we started searching, your name came up. I was stunned. I went back to get you.

As Lucilla continued the story, both of the women had climbed off the magician's body, and were lying at either side of him again. The lifted themselves simultaneously, and kissed him on his cheeks.

You see, Zane, I think you might always have suspected this, but you were adopted.

I knew somehow. I always did.

Yes. Try not to let it upset you too much. Your birth parents were without choices, and your adoptive parents dealt with the problem as they thought best.

Did they know?

No, Zane. They always thought there was something strange about you, but never worked out what it was. Are you okay?

Yes, yes. Somehow I feel I always knew this too.

You did. Anyway, it comes down to this. Pandora and I need your genes, or we need to find someone else who can take your place. We've not had a lot of luck.

You want me to be a stud bull, for witches?

In a way, yes.

Both of you?

Yes.

So you love me because I can father a witch?

Pandora spoke up then. No. No, no, no. We did bring you here because of that, but that was before I met you.

Lucilla carried on. I wanted you from the moment we met, Zane. I didn't even know then.

Okay, okay. Carry on.

Not much more to say, actually. We want to know if you want to father our children.

And to stay! Pandora added.

Stay or not, your choice, Zane.

I don't know nearly enough to make a decision like that.

Somehow the response was from both of them. We know you don't. Nonetheless, that's how it is.

I see. That's quite a plan. He paused then, thinking, and looking at the two of them. Eventually he closed his eyes. I have never, in all my life, felt so calm, so welcome, so involved in anything. I think, if I understand my own feelings here, that I love the two of you more than I can actually comprehend...

They were silent for a while, and then Pandora interrupted. Stay? Please?

I need to ask something. If I said no to the witch continuation programme, would I still be as welcome?

Pandora again: You would, but that's a more complex question than it seems.

Oh?

Yes.

Would I, Lucilla?

Yes, but Pan is right. She's usually right.

Okay. Well then, I'll stay.

Without the genetic assistance clause?

Are you crazy? I'd love you guys to have my babies!

Both the women were kissing him again by now, and crying at the same time. It was Pandora who stopped first, and looked at him, holding his face. "Well then, one more confession. And I think I should say this one out loud."

Lasco was silent, staring at her.

Pandora sighed, looked across at Lucilla, and shook her head. "No, my Queen, let me." She turned back. "My Lord, we took liberties."

"Huh?"

"Liberties. Dig into your mind for a moment. You're getting good at this now. Can you feel Lucilla and I?"

"Yes, two separate but overlapping - things. People."

"People, yes. Okay, so if you extend further, can you feel anyone else?"

Lucilla butted in. "You know, Zane. Like the people across the hall in the hotel."

"Oh, yes, I know. I can - well, perhaps. There's a - can I show you?" He manipulated the entities somehow, making the two girls aware of the other.

"Oh!" Pandora was surprised. "That's Herbert. He's quite some distance from here. Zane, I couldn't do that by myself. You see what you have?"

"I'm not at all sure."

"Never mind. This should be easy, then. Okay, you know how you stretched - " I tried, but English doesn't do it. Stretch down this time.

Oh. Like this?

That's it. A little further.

That - Oh!

Yeah.

That's - My God, that's my daughter.

Yes. I'm sorry, my Lord.

Sorry? Don't be sorry. I'm going to be a father.

Yes, but -

Stop it. I see the problem now. You're forgiven.

I am? It's alright?

It's wonderful.

Good. Umm... dig again?

What do you mean?

Just - over this way.

Where?

Lucilla butted in. Here, Zane.

Oh, no, that's just the - Oh!

Yes.

Another one?

Yes. Are you mad?

Should I be?

Maybe. But I'm quite capable of looking after her by myself if you -

Stop that right now. Just let me think.

Alright. Sorry.

No, no. Stop with the sorry business. No, I'm not mad. I'm confused, but I love you. Both of you.

Pandora spoke. "And?"

Lasco looked at them both. "And I still want to stay. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Oh," the black witch responded. "That's exactly what we wanted to hear."

"I still have to work all this out, but in the meantime, could I maybe have a shower?"

"We."

"Sorry, Pandora?"

"We. We will have a shower."

"Okay. We. Just as well."

"Why is that?" Lucilla asked

"Three reasons. Firstly, I managed to keep a secret from you. Secondly, the secret is that it's my birthday. At least I think it is. Finally, I love shower sex."

"I think we better keep him, my Queen."

"Keep him under our thumbs."

"Just thumbs?"

"Well, seeing as it's his birthday."

"Yeah."

The three of them pulled themselves up from the bed, and grabbed some things for the bathroom.

"Hey, fair is fair. Squeeze my butt too." Pandora shook her head, and turned Lasco in the right direction. "No, Zane, not that door."