2 comments/ 5314 views/ 6 favorites The Dollshouse By: dahakka Outside The house stood just beyond the town's most westerly boundary. An old state home, the building had for a long time been a constant feature of the land, becoming a well-known landmark for travelers and locals alike. The mansion loomed large and imposing, its undeniable elegance brooding over the surrounding landscape like an icon of timeless antiquity and opulence. Though it had seen its fair share of successive owners, each and every one had left an imprint of their own whimsical desires on both its facade and inner halls and corridors. Every few years, a new wing would be added, or the windows would be changed to follow the latest trend or fashion. Thus, the house had become somewhat of a hodgepodge of architectural styles. This did not seem to matter to the house's current owner, however, and in fact such motley craftsmanship had been a key factor for its acquisition. The manor's grounds spread over more than ten acres. Though sprawling, the terrain had always been well looked after by an army of gardeners and landscape artists. Wooden paths, lush ponds, and hidden winter gardens dotted its hidden nooks and crannies. A lonely wanderer could easily spend a few days journeying through the grounds and not step over the same path twice. Yet, the house held its secrets, because that is what old houses do. The edifice itself may be just brick and mortar, but every old mansion does have a living soul that remembers. Houses hold onto, and conceal, whatever has taken place inside, and over time, whoever -or whatever- walks and dwells within the myriad of rooms and hidden closets learns to live with such untold realities. The sun, now hanging low on the late autumn evening sky, would soon give way to its eternal lover, the moon. Reddish tones began brushing the world with crimson strokes, and the birth of dusk reflected wanly on the car's windshield, bathing the driver and his female companion inside with an eerie, almost mystical shine. The pair travelled in silence, their stillness only broken by the whispering murmur of their car's powerful engine. Yet, the silence did not seem to trouble either one of them. To the contrary, it hinted at the level of comfort with each other. No words seemed necessary at this particular moment in time. Their minds were surely occupied with more fanciful affairs. "The gate should be open. That's what they said on the phone." The man nodded and smiled at her, his gaze lingering on the woman's well-defined shape. "You look amazing tonight." "Only tonight?" The man laughed a little and glanced at her wry smile. "You know what I mean." "Slow down. House's just ahead." He nodded again, just as the car went through the open gates, skidding over some gravel. Two stone gargoyles with long, protruding forked tongues stood on the gates' supporting pillars. They cast long shadows in the fading light. As the car approached the house's inner grounds, the woman looked at herself in the rear view mirror. Perfect makeup, down to the last detail. Unblemished skin, long, red hair tied up in a ponytail, and a very elegant black dress barely reaching mid-thigh completed an image of stylish and contemporary beauty. Her companion looked no less attractive. Hazel eyes, neatly trimmed greying hair, a dark grey designer suit, and white shirt open just below the neck made him look like a sports star, or indeed a playboy. Yet, his love and attention were solely devoted to his red-haired partner. On this night, this good looking couple would embark on a journey of pleasure and self discovery together, pushing the boundaries of their own sensuality. As darkness fell on the last smoldering embers of daylight, the car pulled into the manor's front car park. Four other vehicles were in sight. The man maneuvered carefully into a parking spot, killed the engine, and looked straight into her blue eyes. "Here we are," he said, and a hint of a cheeky smile drew briefly on the corner of his lips. She smiled back her beautiful smile and nodded. "Shall we go in? They're expecting us." "Yes indeed," she said, and his cheeky smile turned into an honest one. "I love you." "Love you too." "Let's go." The pair exited the car and stood motionless before the house for just a moment. In the dusky light, the edifice's looming beauty appeared somewhat spooky, and oddly alive. Twilight seemed to lick the walls with lascivious irreverence. Up in the third floor, a dim light flickered with a hypnotic beat, and the high, slanted roofs gleamed with crimson fury. "Some place," the woman said, and shivered in the rapidly dropping air temperature. She scanned the house's odd architecture. The darkening windows seemed to twinkle curiosity at the couple's very presence there. As she looked, a raven landed on a balcony railing and perched itself there. "Why do they call it the Dollshouse?" The man smiled and gingerly took her hand. "You'll see. Come on inside." The pair walked together along a gravel path towards the Dollshouse's main entrance. Small statuettes with erotic motifs flanked the path all the way. The woman walked in awe of the carefully and beautifully crafted stone figures. Here, a pair of lovers danced together under a lush fountain. There, three women engaged in sapphic activity on a large bed while a fourth poured oil from a flask on their bodies. The sheer amount of erotic combinations was nothing short of breathtaking. Someone had gone to great lengths (and even greater attention to detail) to make this place a true monument to sensuality. The beautifully landscaped path led to the house's threshold, a large oak door festooned with ivy that would not have been out of place in a fairytale castle, or indeed an insane asylum. Two rather burly and impeccably dressed men stood at the doors. "Good evening madam, good evening sir. May I see your invitations, please." The man's tone was deeply polite, yet his demeanour clearly implied that he would just as quick turn them swiftly away if the invitations for tonight's festivities were not forthcoming. "Yeah, sure," the woman said as she opened her purse. She produced two laminated cards about the size of a small envelope with the letters 'TB' elegantly emblazoned on them. Up in the distance, two jays took flight from a nearby lawn. The flutter of their wings carried clearly across the nascent night. "Thank you madam," the security man said in that same polite yet firm tone. He took and pocketed the invitation cards and said "enjoy your stay." The second guard punched in a 4 digit code on a numeric keypad behind him and the large oak doors obediently opened. He motioned them to step inside. The pair walked forth, right into the Dollshouse foyer, and the oak doors closed silently behind them. The Foyer Ochre shadows danced and jumped across a narrow hallway. Two open, roaring fireplaces, and two sets of overhead spotlights kept the foyer warm and capriciously lit. Two large mirrors above the hearths created an illusion of depth, which the woman in the short black dress found slightly dizzying. Nevertheless, the elegance of the place was rather striking, and very tasteful indeed. She checked herself in the mirror to her left, and golden shades danced across her face. She tussled her hair, and as she did, the man watched her breasts become taut against the fabric of her dress. He felt a twinge of lust, and was about to give her a compliment when the foyer doors slid open. A woman stood at the threshold, and regarded them with a welcoming look. Then, she closed the door behind her, walked towards the pair, and threw a curtsy, holding the hems of her wispy skirt with the tips of her fingers, in very old fashion style. "Welcome to Teach na Babog." She spoke in a soft, subdued voice. "Paul and Diane, yes?" "Yeah," Paul said. Diane nodded, all of a sudden feeling a tad intimidated and insecure. "You're both very welcome here tonight. Most of the house is open for you to explore and enjoy, but some areas are off limits to guests, and you shall not enter these. Please abide by these rules." Diane felt both awestruck and immediately attracted to this soft spoken woman. She found her voice strangely unnatural, yet oddly enchanting. Mesmerizing. If sirens ever spoke, they would surely sound like her, Diane thought. But it wasn't her voice that impressed her the most. It was the makeup, and the outfit she wore. This Dollshouse denizen wore white makeup on her face, and two bright red circles decorated her cheeks. Heavy, dark eyeliner made her blazing green eyes look a tad menacing, yet deep, and alluring. The woman's wild, blonde hair was tied up in twin ponytails, and she wore a black lace corset and crotchless underwear on her near-perfect body. If one looked closely, her outer labia were just visible. Thigh-high black tights completed a vision of otherworldly sensuality. Her body gave off a musky scent, which neither Paul nor Diane could readily identify, but was intensely pleasant nonetheless. "There are fifteen Nightsisters inside this house tonight. We belong to the Coven of Lilith. All of us were born into bondage, and raised within the bosom of our Elder Sister. We dedicate our lives to the path of sensual pleasure. With us, there are no boundaries other than your own. The Dollshouse is our home. Tonight, we open it for you, and many others like you. You may remain inside the house for the entire length of this night's darkness, but you must leave before the sun rises above the balcony of your room. My name is Sister Selene. Any questions.' Paul and Diane shook their heads in a motion that looked rehearsed, but was not. "Very well. You may follow me." Sister Selene turned and opened the foyer doors with a gentle push of her hands. Main Hall The main hall of the Dollshouse opened up to a fantastic world of luxury and riches usually only seen in daytime television soaps. Whoever had created the mansion's interior design had certainly spared no expenses. From the immaculately clean marble floors to the dangling chandeliers, the place had been made to look like a royal palace. Paul and Diane looked awestruck, specially Diane. She looked around, her mouth half open in sheer amazement, and smiling like a kid let loose in the biggest toy store in the world. Because, apart from the aristocratic charm of the Dollshouse, its theme was also unmistakably clear. Diane gazed at the gigantic canvases, tapestries, and sculptures decorating the hall and the sprawling walls. One tapestry, well over five square feet in size, depicted an scene which could have easily been taken from an unabridged version of the Kama Sutra. The scene showed three men and five women engaged in sexual activity. The eight bodies formed a sensual daisy chain, with the men standing at each end, taking two women from behind, while the remaining four women interacted with one another using their fingers, tongues, or any other body part available. Beside this tapestry to Diane's right side, a large plasma screen played a movie. In the current scene, two men wearing carefully crafted wolves' mask were fucking a blonde female, one through her pussy and one through her mouth, while a second female, clad in red PVC and wearing a Venetian mask, flogged her chest, drawing red streaks on the soft skin of the woman's breasts. The flogger's snapping sounds resonated across the hall as much as the woman's muffled moans of pleasure. But the feature which Diane found the most beautifully engaging were the two white marble statues standing guard at the bottom of the grand staircase leading to the mansion's upper levels. Flanking the foot of the staircase stood two winged creatures, ten feet high. They were humanoid in shape, and two emerald green stones were encrusted in their eyes. Their mouths were wide open, and large, sharp teeth and forked tongues were visible. Two human females laid in their grasp, the creatures' tongues wrapped around their carefully sculpted shape, the legs open in such way that the winged beings could enter them easily. The sculptures were arranged in perfect symmetry, and the creatures' scaly tails loomed well above the floor and linked about one third of the way from the ceiling. One could not help but stare at the twisted beauty of these creations in sheer admiration. "Sacred deities," Sister Selene said, and Diane nearly jumped. She had been wholly mesmerized. "They represent lust and desire. Sentinels of the threshold, guarding a world of sex and pleasure just beyond them. Would you like to explore further?" Paul said nothing. He simply looked intently at Diane, that cheeky grin again drawing on his lips. Diane looked at his handsome face, gazed upwards at the sculptures, and back at him. "A new set of guests is arriving," Sister Selene said in that soft, subdued voice. "Make your choice, Paul and Diane." Paul took one step up the staircase, still smiling, and offered his hand to his companion. "Shall we?" Diane's gaze went from Paul's hand to Sister Selene, whose eyes were fixed on them, and once again to the two winged creatures presiding over the Dollshouse's main hall. Their level of detail was breathtaking. One could make out every fold of skin, every line on their bulky shape, and down to the erect nipples on the female's breasts, if one looked closely enough. She realized right there that tonight would be special indeed, Paul had promised her that it would, and she loved him enough to believe him. And indeed, the Dollshouse had so far blown her mind. It oozed sex from every corner. No matter where one looked, there was some erotic motif to be found. Here, a canvas depicting a close up of a woman's face covered in sperm. There, a tall vase decorated with a painting of a naked female, legs wide open, and a jetstream of fluid pouring from her pussy. The house itself stood as a monument to eroticism. "Diane. Shall we?" Diane looked up at him, and saw that disarming smile that had hooked her from across the bar, 3 years ago. She smiled back. "We shall," Diane said finally, taking Paul's hand. "Let's go." "Remember. Freedom awaits you. There are no boundaries other than what you carry inside. My sisters dwell upstairs. Go and find them." And with a curtsy, Sister Selene turned and walked back into the foyer, the sliding doors closing behind her. "Come on Diane. Let's play." They walked right under the winged creatures of the Dollshouse, right under that wondrous threshold of sex and pleasure. Their hearts started beating a little faster as they climbed the grand staircase, heading to the upper level of the house. First Floor The sounds of pleasure became louder the closer they got to the top of the staircase. Diane immediately felt a twinge within her pussy, her keenly refined sexual instinct now fully awake. Desire began to flow freely around her body, arousing each and every one of her senses. There was a landing and a short hall at the top of the stairs. Large lumps of wood burned brightly inside an open fireplace there. The hall was dim, bar for the capricious luminosity cast by the firelight. A few large cushions covered in red velvet were arranged near the fireplace, and a young woman with a perfect body laid on them. She was naked apart from a red blindfold and two diamond-shaped nipple clamps. Her hands were bound behind her back with cable ties, and a ball gag covered her mouth. Two Sisters were fucking her with black silicone strap-ons, one from underneath and one from behind. The woman's moans were loud but muffled, and as the Sisters filled her body, the one lying beneath her pulled hard on the clamps, making the gagged woman cry out in pleasure pain. Diane noticed that both Sisters wore exact same outfits as Selene did, same makeup, same crotchless underwear, and same wispy skirt. As they watched, the woman began to orgasm. Her muffled screams became louder and louder, the body quivering in sheer delight. The Sister pulled the clamps even harder, to enhance her climax. At the same time, the other Sister grabbed her hair and tugged it back. The woman's crescendo of pleasure resonated inside Diane's head, and she wished to be that woman, to offer her body to be fucked by two, three, or as many Sisters as she could get her hands on. Her clit throbbed wildly at the thought, and her mouth parted open a little. This didn't go unnoticed by Paul. "Like what you see?" "Do I ever." "Come on. Let's have fun." They ran off down a long corridor, leaving the three women behind. The hall opened up to a dimly lit bifurcation. Red and green spotlights cast a ghostly glow all around the beautifully crafted reliefs decorating the walls. Scenes from Diane's own imagination, she could have sworn. Icons of beautiful sensuality welcomed and encouraged her to live and experience this night to the full. The Dollshouse had quickly become Diane's favorite place, and she would make sure to explore every nook and cranny, and be fucked by Paul and the daughters of Lilith in every one of her own body cavities, in every position imaginable, and welcome the sunrise with an screaming orgasm. The musky scent of raw sensuality drifted all the way around the house's corridors, pervading every angle, every hidden corner of such monumental icon to the most forbidden pleasures of the flesh. The aroma of sex, intangible, intense, intoxicating, sensual, seemed to be inextricably linked to the house's very own atmosphere. Paul and Diane walked briskly, looking around like two kids lost in paradise. Here, they saw a room with a beautiful four post bed in the middle. Two Sisters were tied up by the wrists to the posts near the foot of the bed, and two men wearing hooded black robes were fucking them. There, a muscular man wearing nothing but a studded leather thong was being flogged by three red-haired Sisters, working in perfect synchrony. Two of the females used cat'o'nine tails and the third used a robust riding crop. The man's arms were securely fastened by steel shackles to a low-bearing beam right above his head, and he moaned and cried out in pleasure and pain every time his body was licked by the Sisters' weapons of choice. As Paul and Diane watched, the Sister holding the riding crop dropped to her knees and pulled down the man's thong to reveal his mighty hard cock. She ran her tongue along the shaft a few times, making that piece of rugged flesh glisten with natural moisture, and finally took it deep into her mouth. As she did this, the other two sisters clamped the man's nipples with adjustable clamps and tightened them until the man moaned and groaned, nearing climax, his cock buried all the way into the Sister's throat. Further down the corridor and inside a room to their left, three Sisters were transforming a woman's body into a waxy work of art. Each of the daughters of Lilith held a different coloured candle over different parts of their guest's body. Diane watched mesmerized as long, thick strands of wax landed on the woman's skin. A dark, emerald green stream ran most of the way down the woman's navel and spread to her thighs. Her breasts were covered in reddish, amorphous wax. Her legs were decorated with blotches of brown and yellow. The woman squirmed every time the hot fluid touched her skin, yet she kept masturbating with her fingers all the while, deep moans of absolute ecstasy punctuating the way the capricious way the wax spread around her body. They kept walking down the house's hauntingly sensual corridors, watching, listening, feeling. Wanting. A galaxy of pleasure surrounded them. Even the walls seemed to be alive with the primordial force of lust and desire. As they walked down the hallowed paths of the Dollshouse, they came across a small balcony. Paul caught a glimpse of the outside, did a double take, and grabbed Diane's hand. The Dollshouse "Diane, look! The moon." She looked up and saw the full moon in the sky. But it wasn't just any full moon; it was a blood red moon. A demon's moon, shining its fiery luminosity unto the night. As Diane watched, a dark cloud passed in front of such unnatural sight, briefly darkening its hypnotizing shine. "This night was specially chosen." Paul and Diane turned at the same time, startled, but immediately recognizing Selene's soft voice. They never heard her coming up behind them. "It is the seventh Red Moon of the seventh year. It is a night of great significance for the Daughters of Lilith. The spell cast by the Seventh Red Moon marks the end of our youth and the beginning of our maturity within the Coven. On this night,the inhabitants of Teach na Babog enter the next stage into our lifelong journey of sensuality. The Demon Moon is the sign, me and my sisters will be branded at sunrise. That is why you all must leave when the Demon Moon dies tonight. But this night is yet full of magic and pleasure for both of you, Paul and Diane. Come. Follow me into the Sanctuary." Sister Selene led the way up a short, and rather inconspicuous staircase. Wall spotlights hung on the wall to their left, their bluish light illuminating black and white canvases right beneath them. The first canvas showed a 6 x 4 grid, a photograph of an open vagina in each cell. The next canvas displayed an erect cock in the same 6 x 4 pattern. As they climbed the stairs, the scent of sandalwood slowly wafted through the air. Diane breathed the aroma in deep, relishing it. The eye of her vast sexual imagination conjured up a vision of herself naked in a room full of such scent, her body fucked hard by Paul and a few of Sister Selene's buddies. Such thought was fleeting, but intense. Much later on, the power of such image would keep her wet for nights of pleasure shared with Paul. "Very few guests have ever set foot inside the Dollshouse's Sanctuary," Selene said. "Most don't belong. Only a selected few are chosen. Your combined sexual strength did indeed set you apart from the rest. You are both very welcome to bear witness to a hedonist paradise. Just be true to yourselves when you're inside." She paused to gauge the pair's reaction. Paul smiled and nodded. The wicked grin on Diane's lips left no doubt either. "Enter." Sanctuary A beautiful picture of the red Demon Moon hung above the oak doors leading into the Dollshouse's Sanctuary, and two sculptures flanked its entrance. The sculptures depicted two kneeling women, undressed, their arms raised above their heads and held by two men whose erect cocks nearly touched the women's parted lips. When the doors creaked open, an even stronger scent of sandalwood welcomed them, arousing their senses in a subdued and ancient way, like walking into a library that has been closed for a long time. The Sanctuary itself was a room about the size of two tennis courts. About a quarter of this area was taken up by a waterfall feature, independently lit by electric blue neon tubes. Water actually cascaded down a rocky outcrop, and lush vegetation festooned the glistening rocks. Diane and Paul gazed in awe at this spectacular setting. "This place really is something else," Paul said. "Undress, Paul and Diane. My sisters wait." They did as instructed, all too gladly to finally rid themselves of their garments. Diane's slender body shone under a red spotlight, her skin, smooth and naturally tanned, revealed an image of beautiful sensuality. Paul's own body, while not particularly muscular, had a more than adequate athletic shape. His cock grew hard almost immediately. "Do not worry about your clothes or belongings. They shall be returned to you. Diane, walk with me," Sister Selene said, taking Diane's hand with her own. "Follow us Paul." Their host led them to a walled-off area of the Sanctuary. Inside, a round bed covered in white silk sheets awaited them. Two Sisters, dressed in the exact same fashion as the rest, same makeup, stood beside the bed. Both threw a curtsy in perfect synchrony. "Rest on the bed, Diane," Sister Selene said. "Do not be afraid. Paul, sit beside her, near the edge of the sheets." Paul and Diane complied. The feel of the silken fabric on Diane's body was magic. She immediately closed her eyes and purred, sprawling herself around. "Feels so wonderful.' Her slender body stretched and turned, and any man (and indeed, many women) watching her would have felt immediately aroused by Diane's naturally sexual allure. Paul's own arousal certainly did not diminish at the sight. "Weaved by my own hands and those of my Sisters," Selene said. "Part your legs open, Diane. Wide. Paul, take her hands unto your own." They did as instructed, Diane only too willing to comply. She opened herself as wide as she possibly could, the muscles in her inner thighs becoming visibly taut. Her pussy was wet, the folds of flesh shining with dew. One of the sisters climbed onto the bed and sat with her legs crossed in front of Diane's exposed body. She held a glass flask about the size of a small tin of paint in her hands, and what appeared to be a brush stuck out from the top. Without saying a word, she dipped the brush inside the clear fluid inside the flask and applied it onto Diane's pussy with slow, calculated strokes around her clit. Diane gasped at its initial coldness. Paul watched this, feeling somewhere between curious, amused, and downright amazed. "What is that?" he asked. "We call it Demon Moon Nectar," Selene said. "Paul, watch Sister Persephone pleasure Diane." For a few moments, nothing happened. Sister Persephone kept stroking Diane's pussy with the brush, spreading the stuff as if it were paint, only the fluid was translucent and thus practically invisible once applied to the flesh. Then, she stopped and put the flask aside. In a carefully rehearsed move, the second Sister (Sister Ariadna, they would later learn) climbed onto the bed, sat snugly over Diane's chest, facing away from her, and leaned forward until her lips were mere inches away from Diane's soaking wet pussy. Simultaneously, Persephone also leaned forward until her tongue was within reach of Diane's clit. "May the power of the Demon Moon Nectar bring you the ecstasy of a goddess tonight, Diane," Sister Selene said. As these words were uttered, Ariadna used her fingers to gently pull apart Diane's pussy lips until her clit was fully exposed, and then let some saliva drip onto it. At the same time, Persephone blew on it. What happened next blew Paul's mind away. Diane's pussy began to glow. It was a very faint, whitish halo at first, but it soon turned into hard, electric blue. Diane gasped and arched her body, clutching Paul's hands tighter. A sliver of fear stung Paul's heart, but Selene quickly moved to allay this concern. "Do not be afraid, Paul. Please. This reaction is natural." "Oh Goooooood," Diane almost shouted. Sister Persephone kept blowing on Diane's open vagina while Ariadna began to lick her engorged clit. She did this in long, slow strokes. The luminosity emanating from Diane's pussy sort of expanded itself and became a solid aura. Diane began to moan, louder than Paul had ever heard, and her body seemed to be caught in the throes of the most intense sexual pleasure imaginable. "Holy fuck," Paul whispered, still holding tight onto Diane's hands. As Diane thrashed about, both Persephone and Ariadna began licking her pussy in synchrony. Ariadna made sure to maintain Diane's clit completely exposed using her fingers, while Persephone began to tongue fuck Diane. As both Sister's worked on Diane, Selene knelt before Paul. "You are a very handsome man, Paul. Diane is very fortunate to enjoy your love for her, both in the physical and pure form." After saying this, Selene dipped her index and middle fingers into the flask and dabbed her lips with fluid until they acquired a faint glow. Then, without saying another word, she placed those same two fingers around the base of Paul's balls and took the shaft into her mouth. She looked up at him as she swallowed his hard flesh, and sensed his body tensing like a coil. "Holy Jesus H. Christ girl, never felt that before in my life," he sort of whispered as he gasped in pleasure. Selene paid no attention. She took him deeper into her mouth, and out again, her tongue relishing every inch of hard manhood. Selene's lips spread the Nectar all over Paul's cock until the rugged flesh was completely coated with it. The shaft soon began to shine with an eldritch luminosity. She kept working him with the care and gentleness of a dedicated lover. Paul's urge to cum felt greater than it ever had. The sensation in his cock (and all throughout his body, if he was to be honest) was one of overwhelming, total pleasure. Every time Sister Selene's lips closed around the tip of his cock, he felt an almost indescribable sensation of longing, lust, and most of all, to fill that eagerly expert mouth with his cum. Selene sped up her rhythm, pressing down at the base of the shaft to delay his ejaculation. He moaned deeply, his pleasure intensifying tenfold when he felt the pressure building up inside him. Almost instinctively, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into Selene's throat. She did not flinch, just took it and held her breath as she sucked that hard piece of male flesh. Diane's own sounds of pleasure triggered Paul's orgasm. He groaned as loud as he could, getting ready to cum, but Selene, noticing this, closed her index and forefinger tight around the base of Paul's cock, shutting off the cum canal. Paul's opened his mouth wide, feeling his semen rise and stop right at Selene's trap. The cock throbbed wildly, a torrent of precum seeping out of the slit at the top. Paul actually came, but Selene ensured his seed was not freed. Instead, she looked at him in the eyes. 'Your essence is not for me to taste, Paul. Only Diane is worthy of such precious gift. Give it to her. Now. She's ready for you.' Paul didn't hesitate. His mind and body were in a state of arousal unlike anything he had ever felt. Long strands of thick precum hung from his cock, like cobwebs. The shaft, coated in Nectar and saliva from Selene's lips, was a truly erotic sight to behold. Paul's manhood seemed to shine and pulsate witn every throb. Presently, Persephone and Ariadna took hold of Diane's ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. Diane's pussy also glowed, completely covered in Nectar. The lips and clit were swollen, craving sexual contact. "Fuck your woman, Paul," Selene said as she moved over and started caressing Diane's neck gently, delicately, in a very feminine way. "When your bodies connect, the Demon Moon Nectar will flow between the two of you. It will bind your desire, and attune your lust for one another. Taste the pleasure of Lilith, Paul. Enter Diane. Now." Paul did. He mercilessly rammed his erect cock all the way into Diane's fully dilated opening. Diane's body arched as she felt penetrated and she moaned long and deeply, as if caught within a paroxysm of infinite arousal. Paul's cock reached the deepest fold of Diane's inner crevice, and it stayed there for a moment, throbbing. The union of their bodies was sensually perfect, as if meant to be. Two beings in love became a full and solid entity of manifested pleasure. Something incredible happened next. The pair's genitalia began to glow a deep blue shine. Tendrils of wispy fluid-like matter drifted out of Diane's pussy, reaching out and enveloping Paul's balls first, then sort of slithering upwards across his body. Soon, his torso became full of Nectar flow, and wherever it touched, the flesh took a gossamer like texture, odd to look at but also very much erotic in nature. The Nectar also cascaded around Diane's aroused body, turning it into a very receptive vessel for sexual interaction. In a matter of seconds, the bodies of the couple became bound by a layer of very thin, jelly-like film that hung around and in between them. The stuff pulsated from within as hundreds of thousands of tiny glowing tendrils moved here, there, and everywhere in apparent random patterns. "The infinite power of a thousand orgasms shall be for you both to experience," all three Sisters intoned at once. "Fuck." Paul began to thrust, as Persephone and Ariadna held Diane's legs open for him and Selene sensually caressed her breasts. Diane's mind transmuted into a dimension of utter, absolute, and complete sexual ecstasy which she had never suspected could exist, let alone experience. At that very moment, her long time lover became the center of her Universe. In that instant, she felt him deeper and more intensely than ever before. Not only in the physical sense, either. She felt his energy, his strength, his inner feelings, the very core of his sensual and romantic appreciation for her, and she knew, there and then and without a hint of a doubt, that he felt true love for her. How she knew this, she could not tell, but she did, all the same. And Selene had not lied. The Nectar made the sex feel new, raw, intense, and wildly exciting. It was as if the power of a million stars flowed from Paul's cock, deep into her pussy, and up through her body. Every nerve ending in her skin, in her flesh, came alive with molten desire. As the Nectar spread around, a torrent of sexual energy circulated to and fro the two lovers. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment in time, only the both of them. Their pleasure, their connection. Their arousal, and their shared orgasm. His tissue inside her body, his strength pumping her open pussy. A swirling galaxy of sensuality enveloped their bodies, and as their climax approached, the Demon Moon Nectar began to ebb faster. A thunderbolt of pure, preternatural pleasure shot through their flesh. Paul and Diane began to scream, a rapid crescendo of entwining moans rising up in the air. Ariadna and Persephone held Diane's ankles tight, opening her for him. Selene leaned down to Diane's ear. "Come, Diane. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy him," she whispered calmly. "There is an endless universe of pleasure for the two of you to enjoy tonight. This is only the beginning. Now. Come for him." Diane did. A savage climax took her, lifting her body off the bed. Paul reached ecstasy right at the exact same time, his cock finally achieving release. His semen shot out deep into Diane's welcoming pussy. Her flesh became soaked in his sperm, mixed with the Nectar. The feeling of both fluids inside her was intoxicatingly beautiful. The orgasm was powerful, energetic. The sheer kinetic energy of Paul's thrusts took her by surprise, but her enjoyment did not diminish because of it. Their orgasm rippled through the very fabric of reality. It lingered, blasting through the barrier of their emotions. Ecstasy gripped their bodies and their very souls. Paul fell onto Diane's tight embrace, their moans of mutual satisfaction rising high. Diane held his body against hers, feeling his heart racing, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily. What she felt at that particular moment in time, the kaleidoscope of sensations flowing through her body thoroughly amazed her. There was sexual pleasure, a pleasure so savage and raw that her body could hardly take it. Paul's cock was still inside her, harder than she had ever felt it. The shaft was filling her completely, throbbing, dripping cum deep within her most secret place, a place that belonged only to him. She did not want to let go of that cock, not now, not ever. She wanted it, and needed it. Needed him, loved him deeply. She craved his touch, his charming smile, his lingering kisses late into the night. Diane held him a bit tighter, and Paul responded by nipping at her neck. He knew how much she loved to have the soft tissue around her throat touched, kissed, and licked. Diane tilted her head to one side, offering it to him. "Two lovers who truly love each other," Selene said. "This night is yours, this house is yours to enjoy. The Demon Moon Nectar has bound your desire. It will henceforth be forever within you. Every time you fuck, it will flow through your bodies. Now, come, Paul and Diane. My Sisters await to pleasure you to the limits of your imagination." Paul rested on Diane for a moment longer. He kissed her lips, and mouthed "I love you." She smiled, ran her fingers through his hair while looking into his eyes, and whispered "I know." And she truly did. Then, they stood up with some difficulty, their bodies glistening with perspiration and Nectar. Millions of tiny filaments began to fade as the pair's lust temporarily subsided. "Come. Diane, you shall go with Persephone and Ariadna. Paul, walk with me. Take my hand." Both went their separate ways, their naked bodies bathed in a fading glow. Sisters Persephone and Ariadna took Diane by the hand, and led her into the Dollshouse's Wash Room. The Wash Room There were four oval-shaped hot tubs inside the Wash Room, each full to the brim. Stout red candles burned bright all around them, their flickering light casting a quiet, ghostly luminosity on the unbroken surface of the water. Statues of beautiful bare women were set in hollow spaces around the walls, giving the room a museum-like feel. A wicker basket stood beside each of the tubs. "Nice figures," Diane said, nodding towards the statues. "They're the representation of Venus," Ariadna replied. "The Goddess of Sex. Step into the tub, Diane." She did. The water was warm, and felt somewhat odd. Puzzled, Diane cupped her hands and gathered some. She watched the liquid sift through her fingers, and then looked closely at her palms with a quizzical look in her eyes. There were minute, shiny particles scattered all around her skin. These particles glowed for a brief moment and then faded out. "What's in the water?" Ariadna smiled, but said nothing. Instead, she opened the wicker basket near the tub and took a piece of black silk out of it. Then, both herself and Persephone undressed and stepped into the tub too. They both had beautiful, near perfect bodies. Their pubic hair was not quite shaved off, but rather neatly trimmed in a thin, narrow line just above the cleft. Ariadna's breasts were slightly larger than Persephone's, her nipples brown, and erect. "The water is laced with Lilith's Cum. Lilith's most intimate fluid, gifted to you, Diane." Ariadna said as she walked around Diane and blindfolded her with the piece of silk. "It will enhance what you feel. Kneel and open your pussy with your fingers. Let the warm water flow into you." Diane complied. She knelt down, the water now reaching up to nipple level. She felt a twinge of uneasiness because of the blindfold, but her heightened desire and curiosity soon denied any other feeling. She did as instructed. Using her fingers, she pulled her pussy lips apart. When the water touched her most intimate flesh, she felt a warm, soothing sensation. Her clit immediately swelled up, and she moaned deeply. Diane could not see it, but all around her, the water had begun to shine. A myriad of tiny specks of light glowed bright, like small shooting stars drifting across the shallow water. Ariadna and Persephone now knelt too, Ariadna behind Diane and Persephone before her. Ariadna reached around and cupped Diane's breasts. They felt young, and ready. "Keep your pussy open, Diane," Ariadna said as she began massaging around Diane's nipples. She did this slowly, with the great care one puts into a task one loves doing. The effect on Diane was immediate. She moaned in delight, and her head fell backwards until it rested on Ariadna's left shoulder. "Feel the sexual energy of Lilith's Cum flow deep within you Diane." The Dollshouse Persephone moved forward, gathered some water in her hands, and then gently let it fall down Diane's abdomen. The tiny particles left a visible trail on Diane's wet body. As before, they fleetingly glowed bright and faded out. Persephone repeated the same action several times, until Diane's body glistened with moisture. Then, she leaned forward, set her hands down on Diane's shoulders and placed a long and sensual kiss on her lips. At the same time, Ariadna took hold of Diane's hair and pulled it tight, forcing the head back. Diane moaned, both in surprise and delight, though the sound was muffled by Persephone's kiss. Diane had experienced sapphic pleasure before, but this time it was altogether different. It felt different. Persephone's kiss was deep, and very sensual. Her tongue darted in and out of her mouth just right. The female flesh felt warm and lustful, as if it really wanted to pleasure her. Diane responded to the kiss. She instinctively tried to reach up with her arms but Ariadna stopped her. 'Keep your pussy open, Diane. You will understand soon.' Diane did. She pulled her pussy lips as much apart as she could while she kissed Persephone. The kiss lingered. It infused Diane with a strange, yet immensely pleasurable feeling. In years to come, she would think back to this moment and become incredibly aroused, much to Paul's delight. Persephone moved her right hand down while still kissing Diane and began rubbing Diane's clit under the water. At the same time, Ariadna pulled her hair tighter and placed a hand around her throat, squeezing gently. The effect of these two actions was immediate, and potent. The airflow restriction while being pleasured turned Diane's dials to the max. Her body convulsed, but Ariadna's grip was solid. Diane's mouth open wide. She tried to moan but the sound died in her closed throat. As she struggled to breathe, Persephone began moving her fingers faster around Diane's swollen clit. As the women's activity intensified, the water around them began to shine. Millions, perhaps billions of tiny specks of light dancing and swaying around in a beautiful and mesmerizing maelstrom. Diane's orgasm started to build. She struggled for breath, yet, there was no fear. Instead, her body was gripped by the strongest urge to cum she had ever felt. She could not see it, but tens of thousands of glowing particles had become attached to her open pussy, all of them pulsating around her clit simultaneously, inducing the fiercest satisfaction she had ever known. There, caught in between the two Sisters, Diane came. When she did, Ariadna released her grip, allowing Diane to take air in big gulps. Diane thrashed about and screamed, gripped in the paroxysm of the most incredibly intense orgasm of her life. Persephone did not stop rubbing Diane's superbly engorged clit as the woman climaxed. She kept up a steady rhythm, enhancing and prolonging Diane's pleasure. Ariadna held her tight, and it was this forceful restraining that made Diane come as hard as ever. Her second orgasm of the night was even better than the first. Her pussy tingled with a satisfied feeling, yet she knew she wanted to cum over and over again, all night long. After pleasuring Diane, the Sisters bathed her. First, Persephone took a small tube out of the wicker basket and squeezed some gel out. Then, she began spreading all around Diane's neck and abdomen, delicately kneading her breasts, and using her fingers to ensure the nipples stayed erect so she could put gel in them. The gel had a very pleasant scent, vanilla and cotton candy, Diane thought. She very much enjoyed the pampering by these two beautiful females, the constant flow of moisture around her pussy was a silent but truthful testament to this. While Persephone worked her body, Ariadna slowly poured warm water all over it, and occasionally kissed her lips with the gentle delicacy of a tender lover. Her touch too, was deeply arousing. Diane felt completely at ease in this perfect world of intense sensuality. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, some that she could not remember experiencing before. Her body stayed in a constant state of sexual arousal, for one. And the pleasure she had been gifted with was truly amazing, and wonderful. The sheer intensity of it was a revelation, almost an epiphany. She wanted more of it, and she amused herself thinking whether she could buy some of that shiny stuff from the Sisters. The erotic bath could have lasted five minutes or three hours. The blindfold and the very essence of the Dollshouse had made her lose track of mundane things like time. The Velvet Room "We call this The Velvet Room," Selene said. "Step in, Paul." He did. The room was ample, and octagonal in shape. Velvet panels, mostly red and black, draped the walls. Titanium light fixtures served both as decoration and illumination. A ghost-like, and oddly calming soft bluish glow radiated around them. As they walked in, Selene made a hand gesture. Two unseen machines whirred into life. Selene strolled elegantly to the center of the room and turned on a dime, just as a misty haze began to form around the floor. "Stand beside me, Paul." He obeyed without hesitation. Selene's soft and seductive tone of voice was indeed hard to resist. He stood still as long steam coils began forming around his bare legs. They made him think of that low, creeping fog in old horror movies. Selene made another hand gesture and something clicked open above Paul's head. He looked up, and two steel restraints descended smoothly from a hidden panel. "Cute," he said, and smiled. "Arms up," Selene's voice, terse like silk, smooth like satin skin. Spoken eroticism, always. Paul raised his arms, and Selene secured the restraints around his wrists. Then she made the same hand gesture again and the hidden mechanism obediently raised the chains, just enough to keep Paul's arms straight up. Selene took a moment to look at Paul's bare and helpless body. His cock, hard and erect, stood to attention. Its head glistened with seeping fluid. "You are handsome indeed, Paul," Selene said, and walked a few feet away from him. "The two of you are very lucky to have found each other." She looked intently at Paul's eyes and clapped her hands. At once, two more Sisters walked into the Velvet Room. Two redheads, dressed in the same fashion as Selene and the rest, same makeup, same crotchless underwear. They walked towards Paul at identical pace and threw a curtsy in perfect synchrony and complete silence. "Charmed," Paul said with his signature cheeky smile. Selene walked to the edge of the room and opened a hidden drawer, took out a blue glass bottle with a shiny liquid inside, and walked back towards Paul. As she did, the two redheads knelt before the restrained man and looked up at him, but did nothing else. Selene stood behind Paul, opened the bottle and poured some fluid down his chest without saying a word. The fluid had a faint aroma which he could not readily identify, but was a pleasant one. The stuff felt lukewarm on the skin, and it thickened slightly as it moved. As the fluid ran down his body, the two redheads held onto him and began running their tongues all the way up his feet, shins, and thighs, sending shards of pleasure all over him. While they licked his body, Selene held Paul's cock by its very tip with her index and forefinger. He moaned a little. Then, she began stroking the shaft slowly, pulling his foreskin back. As she did this, both redheads began licking the bare helmet, one from each side. Their tongues eagerly wrapped around his mighty erection, lapping, sucking, relishing the male flesh. Paul's cock throbbed with this glorious sensual treatment, and all the while, Selene kept stroking him. Up and down, slowly, carefully, ensuring he felt as much pleasure as possible. And he was indeed enjoying this moment of ecstasy, if his deep and intense moans were anything to go by. Sheer, pure pleasure flowed from every pore in his body as the three women worked him at their leisure. "You like this, Paul, yes?" "Yes, fuck, yes. Keep stroking me." There was gasping, gripping urgency in his voice. Selene complied, and the redheads also kept it up. Selene then lifted Paul's cock and one of the redheads began lapping his balls. To this new sensation, his cock began throbbing even harder, and his moans became longer, and rushed. Selene sped up the rhythm, and as also poured more fluid down his body. The four lovers were by now almost enveloped in the whitish haze rising up from the floor. It floated and drifted all about, covering The Velvet Room in a foggy mist. Paul barely registered this, as his mind was busy processing all the pleasure signals his body was sending from all over. Then, something amazing happened. When a tendril of haze drifted close enough to the fluid running down Paul's body, it reacted to it. The substance began to pulse, and every time it did, it expanded. As this took place, Paul's body became hypersensitive to pleasure. He groaned, deep and long, and his erection grew even stronger. This was the signal the redheads were waiting for. Each of them began taking Paul's cock deep into their mouths, one at a time. One of them would swallow deep, always looking up at him. Her lips would move down the shaft, fast, all the way, until it was entirely inside her mouth. Then, she would pull back, leaving a slick trail on the hard, throbbing flesh, and her companion would take over. They repeated this cycle several times. Paul moaned and struggled in his restraints, driven wild with maddening pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck," he almost shouted. "I need to cum, please." "No, Paul, you may not cum," Selene whispered right to his ear. "I said before, your cum belongs only to Diane. It is the most precious gift you can give her. She is its one and only owner." Selene waved her right hand and the two redheads stopped at once. They stood up at the same time and looked silently at him, their lips wet with saliva and precum. Even in his maddening and blinding urge to come, Paul noticed they were twins. His cock throbbed, anguished by the lack of release. Thick droplets of precum fluid oozed out of him, and dropped to the floor. Yet, Selene did not relinquish her power over him. She kept stroking his cock, slower now, as she knew this would keep him from spilling his seed. "Your semen is a gift for the woman you love, Paul," she whispered softly to his ear. "It is created for one purpose, and one purpose only; to be gifted to her, to be taken by her, tasted, or absorbed deep within her innermost fold of flesh, and create pleasure, and life. Your seed is worth your very existence, and its giving symbolizes the delivery of your sensual love for Diane. It is not for me or any of my Sisters to enjoy. Do you understand this?" Paul nodded, frustrated but understanding. His heart raced and his cock throbbed just as fast. "Good. Now, I am going to release you, and we are all going to step into the Master Alcove. We shall meet Diane and the others. Our time with you and Diane will conclude there, and you may then retire to your assigned accommodation for the rest of the night, where you can keep enjoying each other until dawn. Then, you will both leave, along with the rest of tonight's guests." Selene undid Paul's shackles and motioned her hand in the by now familiar way. The chains silently moved upwards and soon disappeared from view. The Master Alcove Awe and amazement would still fall somewhat short of what Paul felt when himself and the three Sisters walked into the Master Alcove. Once the robust oak doors opened up, any preconceived idea of boudouir-style decoration and furnishings went quickly out the window. Crimson silk curtains hung all over, crisscrossing the room from one end to another, forming an intricate and elegant pattern. The floor was dotted with candelabra, and hundreds of scented candles lit the alcove with a phantasmal, yet welcoming, soft luminosity. A pleasantly sensuous aroma of vanilla drifted across the place, and roaring fires crackled inside two huge hearths decorated with now familiar erotic motifs. But by far, the most striking feature of the Master Alcove was the gigantic round bed set at the very center of the room. Draped with crimson linen and matching cushions, the bed could easily play host to fifty plus people, and Paul had the certainty that that very thing had probably happened more than once before. With the eye of his mind, he visualized a massive orgy unfolding on top of that round bed. Males and females fucking one another in each and every way, bodies and minds lost in a maelstrom of sexual energy, the pleasures of the flesh rising in an orgiastic crescendo of wild mating for the sheer sake of sexual gratification and exploration. But on this night of unending sensual wonders, the bed was rather more sparsely occupied. Only Diane, Ariadna, and Persephone were there. Diane certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. At present, she lay on her back close to the center of the bed. Persephone was sitting right over her face, allowing Diane to lick and suck every drop of juice oozing from her body. At the same time, Ariadna was pleasuring Diane with a purple colored vibrator. Diane kept her legs wide open, her pussy stretched by her consort's fingers, thus exposing the engorged clit for maximum stimulation and satisfaction. Diane moaned deeply, sincerely, in a way that Paul had never heard before. Her hips rocked wildly as the vibrator did its work, and she very willingly took the other Sister's own dew into her mouth. Persephone ground her hips back and forth, to catch the entire length of Diane's tongue into her own open pussy. "Such beautiful scene, is it not, Paul?," Selene said in that soft, full of allure voice. "Sure is." "The pleasure induced on a female by one of her own kind is pure, and perfect. It is devoid of any hidden meaning, or concealed intention. Its only goal is to seduce the body and mind, to grant orgasm after orgasm, and to see that the immersion into the pool of pleasure is total." As if to emphasize Selene's words, Diane's moans became louder as she climaxed, the vibrator now inserted deeply into her while Ariadna licked her clit. Persephone also came, feeling Diane's tongue darting quickly in and out of her body. Her orgasm was strong, and thick cum squirted all over Diane's lips. This only turned Diane's own peak into a cascading rush of even stronger pleasure. She screamed as she came, her entire body gripped by incredibly powerful orgasmic waves. Paul's cock still stood full and erect, his own need for release quite obvious for all to see. And seeing and hearing Diane's climax at the hands of two beautiful women only fuelled his desire even more. "You will soon be satisfied, Paul," Selene said, quite aware of Paul's thoughts. He smiled, but a hint of embarrassment crept up his face. Nevertheless, such emotion was soon overthrown by an overwhelming sensation of lust and desire. He had an inkling of what was about to happen, and if his thoughts were only half right, it would be the perfect finale for tonight's festivities. Presently, Diane spotted him, and a wide and loving smile appeared on her lips. Her bare chest, glistening with perspiration, heaved sensually. Her breasts rose with every breath she took, and her genitalia felt more alive and ready that it had ever been. Strands of her own fluids mixed with glowing traces of Lilith's Cum oozed from her open pussy, and as Paul watched, Ariadna licked the vibrator clean and then did likewise with Diane's parted flesh. "I see you're having fun," Paul said as he climbed onto the bed and leaned down to kiss Diane gently on the lips. "You look absolutely and deliciously gorgeous after cumming." Diane's smile widened. "This place's amazing," she said, still breathing heavily. "Thank you so much for bringing me here tonight." "It is. And you're welcome." "The magic of this night is for you both to enjoy," Selene said as she climbed onto the bed, moved behind Ariadna, and began to gently caress her body as she spoke, always in that soft, incredibly enthralling voice. Ariadna simply stared at Paul as Selene touched her. "Sensual pleasure permeates the halls of this mansion, does it not? Every lover who walks and fucks within the confines of the Dollshouse leaves an imprint behind." Selene now started kneading Ariadna's breasts. "This house learns and absorbs some of that sexual energy that everyone carries inside. That energy lingers, floats and soars in the air. The house acts as a conduit, and channels such vital force down to all those who dwell inside." "Sexual energy is the life force of the Universe," Selene continued. As she spoke, she dipped one her index fingers shallow into Ariadna's pussy, took it out, and raised it to Ariadna's lips, who licked it without hesitation, and as she did, a few droplets of Lilith's Cum ran down her chin and onto her breasts. Such sight made Paul's cock throb with urgent desire. "Without it, life itself would not exist. The desire of male and female beings for one another is the one common feature to all humans. It is the tie that binds us all, what compels us all to seek sexual satisfaction and fulfillment. It is what makes us seek the ultimate pleasure." Selene now moved closer to Diane's bare body and began caressing it. "Paul and Diane, you have been chosen to partake in the Braiding ritual. You are both harbingers of love and lust, true and honest for one another. You shall both be forever bound by real and mutual passion, and more importantly, by the love that flows between you two. This house will now and forevermore hold a memory of the true feelings you carry inside." Selene leaned down and gently placed a kiss on Diane's lips. Upon the end of Selene's speech, Ariadna and Persephone left the bed and walked in silence towards a small alcove on the side of the room, knelt, and opened something that neither Paul nor Diane could see. When they returned, they were carrying lengths of rope looped around their arms. They climbed onto the bed again, moved close to Selene, and knelt, waiting. "The Braiding ritual is more than a physical bond," Selene said. "The hemp ropes have been dipped into a pool of Lilith's Cum. When we braid your bodies, that nepenthe will imbue your skin with a very strong sensual awareness. This feeling will traverse your entire being, and will heighten your desire and your eventual orgasm. May the Braiding begin." Right on cue, Persephone and Ariadna began coiling the ropes around Paul and Diane. They did it with the ease and crafty expertise that comes with years of practice. Persephone worked on Paul, using black colored rope. She expertly braided his torso in a diamond pattern, but ensuring that his legs and arms remained free so that he could use his body to pleasure Diane unhindered. Persephone worked the ropes slowly, methodically. And even though heavy makeup partly concealed her eyes, Paul could easily discern a look of deep concentration in them. At the same time, Ariadna worked on Diane's slender body. Using red rope, she decorated her body in a very delicate and feminine manner. The rope looked good on her. The red hemp contrasted nicely with Diane's skin tone. Ariadna first secured Diane's legs in an open position, looping the rope around the thighs and shins. Then she secured her arms above her head, binding her forearms together. With the rest of the slack, she braided her abdomen, looping the ends of the rope carefully around her neck. When she finished, Diane laid on her back, completely immobilized, legs wide open, ready for Paul. And Selene had been right. The ropes did feel odd, but in a rather pleasant way. The feeling was one of moisture, and warmth. It evoked a longing, a diffuse desire with definite erotic overtones. Such feeling made Paul think of a black and white picture he had once seen, back when he was a teenager. The picture depicted a female shape under a vaporous black veil. One couldn't really discern any visible nakedness, but the photograph had been composed in a deliberate way to evoke a discreet eroticism. The eager, yet inexperienced, mind of a willful teenager did the rest. The Dollshouse Paul took a look at himself. Ariadna had done a good job with the ropes. They felt sturdy and secure, without any perceptible looseness or slack. And they did look good on his body, too. The hemp pressed against his skin just right, neatly outlining his muscles. Diane's physique looked no less attractive. The ropes crisscrossed her abdomen in a beautiful diamond pattern, and she too was beginning to feel the heightened sensation imbued by them. To her, it was like a warm, secure feeling, like an extra blanket on a cold winter night. And though her body was bound, she felt safe and free, and very willing to offer her open body to Paul. If nothing else, their shared night inside the Dollshouse had shown her beyond any reasonable doubt that her bond with Paul was strong, mutual, and lifelong. "You look beautiful, Diane," Salene said as she ran her hands all over the bound woman's body. "These ropes really do heighten your natural sensuality." She paused, setting her hand on Diane's chest. "Your heart's strong," she almost whispered. "There is a great deal of love within it, isn't there." "There is." Selene smiled, straddled Diane's body with her back turned towards her, and used her fingers to open Diane's pussy lips wide. Diane moaned softly. "She is ready, Paul. Take her." Paul needed not to be told twice. He knelt before Diane, his cock acting as a hardened beacon of his own desire for her. He entered Diane's open cleft easily, his shaft traveling all the way inward in a swift, sensual thrust. Diane moaned loudly as she became full with his engorged flesh, her own desire fired up to the max and exponentially augmented by Selene's smooth and gentle fingers. Selene moved backwards until her own pussy was right over Diane's mouth. Then, she pushed her hips down until her center of pleasure made contact with Diane's eager lips. She began a rocking motion while Paul fucked Diane. With her senses overwhelmed, and every fiber of her body sexually aroused, Diane began orgasming almost at once. Wild ecstasy took over her, washing over her body in slow moving waves. She could feel Paul's cock pounding her, and Selene's cum dripping and squirting right over her tongue. She took it all gladly, lapping it up as oozed from Selene's open and clean shaven pussy. Yet, her climax was not sudden, or rushed. Its onset radiated from the deepest part of her female essence. It felt sweet, exciting, and it gripped her entire being with the power of a molten star. The ultimate pleasure swept along her consciousness and ravaged her mind, giving her sensations totally unknown thus far. Selene felt this, she felt Diane's lapping become more urgent, frantic, and lustful as she began climaxing. This kaleidoscope of sensations triggered her own orgasm, and as this happened, Ariadna and Persephone, so far mere spectators, sprung into action. They withdrew to a side alcove and returned wielding flasks full of Lilith's Cum. They began pouring the stuff on the threesome, and when the fluid touched the skin, their bodies began emitting a soft glow. Very faint at first, merely a hazing halo that outlined their physical shapes. Then, as the threesome's sensual motions became more urgent, the glow grew brighter and brighter. Paul, Diane, and Selene were now fucking hard and fast, their bodies fully gripped by savage, preternatural lust. To an outsider, the scene taking place on that gigantic bed would have seemed raw and frenzied, almost wanton. Yet, there was an inherent and natural beauty in the way those three human bodies were linked in desire. The orgiastic gorgeousness of that wild sex would shock and delight in equal measures, its purity only matched by its sheer kinetic energy. There was a pulsating crescendo of moans and groans as the three lovers began orgasming together. Three bodies cumming in unison, the lustful force of an ecstasy shared three ways took over time itself. Paul screamed Diane's name as thick jets of hot, thick sperm shot out into the deepest reaches of her beloved's body. Diane could do nothing else but open her mouth and scream her pleasure as a savage climax ripped through her. Selene also yelled, her own desire now fulfilled well beyond her expectations. Both female bodies quivered and shook as ecstasy overwhelmed them. The sight was deeply sensual. The threesome's orgasming rhythm was punctuated by a glowing beat all around their bodies. Lilith's Cum ebbed and flowed around the lovers, forming humanoid shapes that loomed over the room. These were wispy, shifting bluish-white shapes, human in nature and form. Sometimes male, mostly female, but there was something else in there, something not quite human, some otherwordly wraith imbued with a powerful and alluring sexual magnetism. This creature was the physical representation of pure sexuality, a visual image that portrayed the desire of man and woman. It circled and hovered around the bed, shifting, whispering, sometimes moaning unintelligible words spoken in lust. It prowled the hot and sweaty bodies of the three lovers as they engaged in sexual activity; it became them, it absorbed their inner sexual force and transformed it into nourishment for itself. The being stretched and bent, carving an orgy of thousands of bodies fucking each other. The house brought back its long kept memories. Long kept erotic forces were unleashed in a savage tear through the fabric of life, and centuries old erotic force became uncaged from its moorings. There were hundreds of men and hundreds of women joined in a gigantic and wholly mesmerizing canvas of pure lust. The vast ocean of bodies swept upon each other, dancing in the throes of total abandonment to pleasure. A droning crescendo of moans and groans elevated from somewhere deep within the very core of the Dollshouse, and as thousands of male and female bodies came together, so did a myriad of other lovers elsewhere in the world. All those lucky enough to be engaged in sexual activity at that very moment experienced an intense but fleeting feeling of complete sexual euphoria, and the men drove their cocks harder and deeper into their consorts, and the females screamed louder than ever before. This swirling vortex of sex roared like thunder as the threesome climaxed, and even reality cowered at the unmerciful power of such energy. The house shook with fear of its most ancient resident. Then, it was all over. The mighty roar subsided, gradually becoming an echoing resonance that seemed to come from everywhere at once. As the sex wraith vanished into drifting mist, the heaving bodies of Paul, Selene, and Diane fell, exhausted, a wholesome satisfaction filling them to the core. Selene moved aside, falling heavy on the bed, panting, her perfect body sweating and glowing in the aftermath of a wonderfully intense orgasm. Paul rested on top of her loved one, both their hearts now racing in synchrony, giving each other a million reasons to keep beating, hard and fast, now and forevermore, for as long as their love would last. Paul embraced Diane's still shaking body and whispered "I love you." "I love you too, Paul." There was nothing else to say. That was enough. Sunrise The first beams of sunlight fell on the house at an odd angle, creating hypnotic, mesmerizing reflections all over the masonry and the myriad of windows. The glass panels glinted with random and strange light formations. The house itself almost looked alive during the time of dawn, seemingly absorbing that sunlight with lustful eagerness. Nature itself looked vivacious in the early morning glare, as if infused with a desire for living, and for giving lovers everywhere a new hope and renewed wanting for the beautiful and unending allure of sex. The Dollshouse stood as a silent beacon of the tidal wave of sexual energy that runs just below the world we see and feel every day. The lust of men and women, all the thoughts, all the fantasies, the vast array of images of sex and sexuality that lives and breathes inside the human soul, flowed within its beams and rafters, down every corridor and every room. The very fabric of the house, and every being that dwelled within, was an expression of sex. Paul and Diane walked down the grand staircase together, hand in hand. They walked in quiet and respectful silence, as the house watched their every move, as it had done all along. There was a heavy stillness in the air, akin to the quiescent solemnity inside a ancient cathedral. Below, at the very foot of the staircase, the entire coven awaited them, just beyond the Sentinels. They stood silent, arranged in a semicircle, their arms crossed behind their backs, as if they were troops standing at ease. It was at that very moment, seeing all the identically dressed women stand together in such fashion, that Diane finally understood the meaning of Dollshouse. Selene stood in the very center. The pair walked towards her and stopped. "Paul and Diane," Selene said in her mesmerizing tone of voice. "The sun is rising. You must leave soon. The rules must remain unbroken." Paul hugged Diane and gently kissed her forehead. She cuddled into him. "We know," Paul said, and almost flinched at how loud his own voice sounded off in the dead silence. "Your physical stay at this house may be reaching its end, but a trace of you both shall linger here forever. That is your gift to us. You remained true to your mutual feelings and enjoyed what lies beyond the perception of your senses. From this night forth, you will both experience every sensual encounter more intensely than the rest. That is our gift to you both," she said, and Diane could have sworn she saw a glint of pride on those enthralling eyes. "There's one more thing," Selene comtinued. Paul and Diane looked at her, perplexed. Selene walked forward and stood beside Diane. She began caressing the side of her neck, very gently and delicately, but the desire in her eyes was unequivocal. "You are a very special and unique female, Diane. The pureness and intensity of the sexual energy that dwells within you is quite striking. Powerful." Diane listened, tried to think of an appropriate response, but could find none. All she could do was muster a somewhat awkward smile, unsure of where the conversation was heading. "The sexual chemistry between you two runs deeper than you can imagine. It is almost unheard of. Your connection is sacred, and lasting. It will endure the test of time, and eternity itself could not shatter such bond. After consultation with our Elder, I have been asked to offer you to join our Coven, and remain inside the Dollshouse. Become one of us." Diane understood. She looked at Selene first, then at the rest of the Sisters standing motionless behind her. For a fleeting moment she saw herself as one more of that group of women, a new addition to the doll collection. Dressed like them, identical makeup. Ten years from now perhaps, standing in front of some other couple just like them. The thought was certainly intriguing, and enormous in its ramifications. The sheer vastness of sexual experiences was a dizzying concept, and one that would later play a significant role in her fantasies. But if there was something that their night inside the house had shown her, proved beyond doubt in fact, was that true love stood right beside her. And in the end, true, endless sensual love was all she needed, and wanted. She smiled at Selene, and it was an honest, woman to woman smile. "Thank you for the offer, Selene. And for everything else. This place is out of this world, and we have all learned a lot about ourselves while in here. But sorry," she said, and gripped Paul's hand tighter. "I know where I belong." Selene nodded. "Farewell then, Paul and Diane. You're free to go." As these words were spoken, the semicircle broke to offer them safe passage, and all the Sisters threw a curtsy at the same time. Diane smiled. "Let's go home, Paul." They walked towards the door, without looking back, but all too aware that they would never return here. Their journey through the Dollshouse, that hallowed place where sensuality became enshrined, was coming to an end. Yet, their own journey across the endless plains of sensual love, was only just beginning. Soon, they were outside. The sun was on the rise, giving birth to a new day. The morning was bright and cool, one of those mornings where the colour of the world is just the right shade, and it feels good to be alive. he sun still hung low in the horizon. Paul fumbled around his pocket for the car's fob, found it, and pressed the 'Unlock' button. The car obediently beeped twice and they got in. They looked at each other for a moment,and smiled. There was a great deal of unspoken complicity in those mutual smiles. "You look good this morning," Paul said. "Only this morning?" Diane retorted, and playfully raised her eyebrows. Her blue eyes glinted in the rising sun. Paul laughed a little, started the car, and drove away.