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Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 01

By: bobsamade



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a prequel to a chapter from manyeyedhydra's awesome Succubus Summoning series, specifically the garden chapter. I strongly advise you to check it out if you haven't already done so.

It's written with his consent, but copyright for THIS individual piece of work does rest with BobSamade (the username).

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***TZZZZ-SHIP-zoooo!***

John arrived with a bump as he landed backwards, arse-first onto a mound of earth.

"Shit," he cursed. His teleportation spell had gone ever so slightly awry.

This wasn't right, he thought. He'd only had a couple, but was quite sure he'd said Verdant Garden, a bar at the other end of town. Instead, he'd found himself in an actual 'verdant garden' – where something was very wrong. The sky was pink for a start – a sleek, fleshy pink. 

Meanwhile, although there was relatively standard (though exceptionally lush) turf beneath his feet, he had never seen anything like the flowers that surrounded him – large, bulbous and even phallic, John was beginning to wonder if he'd wandered into a pervert's model garden. 

And as for the air... it was thick with a heavy, rich scent, like the most carnal sex mixed with... something else...

There seemed to be wildlife at least – in the distance a hazy spot of background drew closer, allowing John to pick out specks among the group.

As it grew closer, he realised it was a swarm. A swarm of small insects.

They weren't large enough to pick out and distinguish their shapes, but there was one thing they were unmistakeably doing. And that was glowing.

Blues, reds and pinks alternated at different speeds. It was compelling to watch and before John knew it, his arms had gone slack at his sides and he was just watching the pretty light show.

He didn't think he was hypnotised, nor he did he feel tired or heavy - he was far too lost in the display to think about such things. All he experienced was a host of flashing lights dancing round his brain.

By this stage, the swarm had completely surrounded him, and hundreds of the tiny insects were preparing to deliver their payload.

The entranced sorcerer began feeling a warm prickling sensation throughout his body as the tiny venom-filled stings cleanly punctured and left his flesh, without even leaving a welt, before their deliverers dropped to the ground. 

One by one, the lights died out and the warlock returned to his senses, spying the dead bugs littered around him. 

Before he could begin to make sense of what had just happened though, he became very aware of a heat spreading throughout his body, but collecting in one specific area – his groin.

His cock was swiftly becoming harder than ever before, and his testicles were swelling to the size of ping-pong balls.

Without thinking, he yanked down his trousers with one hand, while his other flew to his overblown organ as he furiously tried to quench his need for release.

He had to relieve the tension, and the sooner he could calm the organ down, the better. Despite his hand's best attention however, nothing was working, and no matter how hard he beat, he just couldn't get any closer.

Trousers round his ankles, the horny 22-year-old waddled round looking for some other means of getting off. It didn't take him long.

He soon found a giant plant with a conveniently sized hole. One large green trunk lay in amongst an assortment of fauna, with an array of creepers hanging loosely at its side, and what appeared to be the rim of a pitcher plant, tilted vertically to enter the plant at waist level.

Without a second thought, John slammed home his member, grateful for something to thrust into.

Inside it was surprisingly warm, slick and tight, and as the drugged magician withdrew for another ramming, he felt it tighten its grip round his member and pull it back in.

Shocked by the reaction, a startled John was now pulled tight to the tree by his penis, and soon found the plant beginning a massaging motion along his cock.

Tight, firm, and silkily smooth the plant milked his cock strongly but ever so pleasurably, eliciting an uncontainable grunt from the warlock. NOW he was getting closer to his release. Actually, very close, really quickly.

Unnoticed by John, whose eyes were closed as he surrendered to the feeling, the creepers had now risen and were orbiting his limbs in ever-decreasing circles.

Finally, he came in a short, strong burst as his dick blew over into the pitcher plant.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to bother his dick which was as rigid as ever, even if the dizzying heat had gone.

It might have been his imagination as well, but he could have sworn he saw the plant move.

He didn't have long to ponder it however, as a large ominous gurgle started up inside it, and as it sucked his member in again, a flood of fluid was released onto his ever-hard rod.

As the plant massaged this sticky mystery fluid into the flesh of his cock, a euphoric and electric explosion of sensation moved up and down his member, causing him to gasp involuntarily.

It was better by far than the best pussy he'd ever had, and with his knowledge of Level 3 Charm spells, John had seen a lot.

Jesus, he was thinking, even Megan Fox wasn't this good a lay ...before he wiped her memory, of course.

With a bit more enthusiasm, he began gently rocking his hips in beat to the rhythm, but began to find his movements becoming more and more constricted.

Looking around, he saw creepers – light as air – wrapped delicately around his limbs and torso.

They moved to remove his clothes before silently gliding forward - not pulling, but carrying his limbs down to his side and his legs behind him until he was trussed up like a Sunday roast.

More creepers still began binding the warlock package to the tree, all while the tree kept up its delightful pleasuring.

"Huuuurrrgh," he groaned as he shot his second load into the tree. Still the stimulation kept up, and still his cock seemed to want it to come.

He was fucked now. He wanted to use a spell to repulse the plant but could only issue a grunt whenever he opened his mouth.

Perhaps if he had paid more attention on self-defence when he was at Wargsnouts, rather than focusing on spells to bewitch the ladies he'd know how to get out of this, chided a bitter voice in his head.

That said, he was beginning to find he was enjoying it, even if he was getting a little faint. His limbs were completely slack, and would be hanging by his sides if he wasn't already bandaged up and tied to the plant.

"Wh-what was that?" This time he SAW the plant's surface ripple after his orgasm and bulges had started to form against the surface.

"Ssssshhh," he heard in faint reply, sounding almost like a breeze rather than a human voice.

As if to accentuate the point, ripples started flowing throughout the creepers, pressing against skin across the surface of his body and massaging gently but insistently.

A fluttering ripple across the soles of his feet sent a gentle twitch through his legs, and creeper lazily brushed past his nipples One or two vines even seemed to be paying attention to his balls, and with the added wooziness from blowing his second load, John soon began to relax.

"...Good..." came a whisper from the ether. "Relax..."

With the sensual full-body massage, the abject loss of tension and the fantastically slippery, tight and juicy plant sucking his cock relentlessly, John soon blew his third load, growing more relaxed and dopey as he did so.

By now, a very feminine outline was pressed against the surface of the plant, but through his soporific stupor, John only found that all the more arousing as he was lazily humped to another orgasm by the motions of his creeper cocoon, which had taken it upon itself to thrust his body for him.

With that final orgasm, a tear ripped down the surface of the plant, and a voluptuous feminine figure stepped out.

Covered in a translucent, milky gunk, and with bronzed, oiled skin, the figure leaned forward. Looking down, John could she that the pitcher plant he had so eagerly been humping was right at the centre of her crotch, beneath a slick and shaven mons.

Creepers trailed seemingly from the back of her to the green, spongy carcass of the plant's trunk.

Looking up, he was greeted by some of the smoothest, tightest skin, and the most beautiful, rounded breasts he had ever seen. Her face however, nearly made him blow again – perfect porcelain features, with glossy, chestnut hair and her eyes.... deep green eyes that even a demon could get lost in.

"...hi," she breathed. As she did so, her breath, which carried a rich, musky perfume, blew across John's face. It instilled him with a bit more vigour.

"Gnh... uh, hiiiii," John managed.

Looking down at him, she giggled almost girlishly. "Oooh, I see you've been wrapped up very nicely...." she said. "...how's it feel?" she added sultrily.

He thought briefly about telling her where to stick it, about how he wasn't a sex toy for her amusement, but what was the point? She clearly had the upper hand and he didn't want to anger her.

"Aaah, ah ah-amazing," he groaned. "But-but-but...."

"Why?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. John nodded. "Why does it matter? Would you like me to stop?"

"N-No!" John shouted, surprising himself in the process. He'd already shot his fourth load – this couldn't be good for him – why did he say no?

"Then relax, my little warlock, enjoy my un-di-vi-ded attention," she said, smiling as she emphasised each word. And with that, John felt his legs quiver and another orgasm flow out his body and into his captor.

"Oh, that's nice," she said with a satisfied smile.

"P-please...." murmured John. "T-tell..."

"Oh alright," she said with a sigh, as her pussy plant ceased its motions and gripped his member in place. 

"Well, I know you humans insist on names, so you may call me Venus; as in flytrap," she winked.

No shit, thought John.

"You see, you may not have noticed it, little warlock, but you're not on Earth anymore."

'Oh shit,' he inwardlycursed. 'A botched transportation.'

"Your little mind would boggle if I told you where you really were, but let's just say you're in a garden where the plants have certain... appetites." This did not sound good.

"Some, like moi, can only pollinate with one ingredient. And that ingredient is only formed by a cocktail of two things: our own distinct sap, and," Venus licked her lips for emphasis, "human semen." Oh shit. Succubus, succubus, fucking succubus. He was a dead man.

Venus could see his worry, and stroked his cheek softly.

"Oh, now don't worry, I'm not a succubus. But I am partial to your fluids...

"You've already been attacked by lust bugs, which made you come to me for some loving, you silly little thing," she said in a disturbingly motherly tone, before giving him a brief peck on the lips.

"And now that you found me, I mixed my aphrodisiac sap into your cock to give you a good time, and in return you've been pumping that nutritious cocktail into me, and helping me grow."

She leaned closer and whispered lasciviously. "You should feel lucky to have experienced it, you know. We've already had dozens of hunters try and extract the sap from other Caressylisses to sell on and I'm letting you sample it first hand."

John didn't want to know what happened to the hunters.

"Y-you're here now though, right? Grown-up. You c-can let me go?"

"Oh, I could.... but you're just too much fun. I want more of you."

"But I can't just keep producing cum - won't I die?"

Venus the Caressylis pondered this for a moment. "No, not unless I get carried away. Besides, don't you want more of me?"

To emphasise, she began another full-body massage.

With a grunt, John lowered his head in shame. There was no point denying the obvious truth. "Yes."

"Okay then. Now, I'm going to give you something very special we reserve only for those we're very close to. Or prey we want to stop getting away. It's called a Soul Kiss."

Before John could ponder it, Venus wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close and began nuzzling his neck, while the pitcher resumed its treatment on his cock.

This time though, as his cock was pulled in, he felt something soft and moist, almost tongue-like, push through an opening and slither across his jap's eye, before lapping under his glans.

The sensation blew his mind, and as he shot his largest payload yet, he saw a soft white light glowing in his field of vision, as he soon lost all feeling in any part of his body but his penis. A dopey smile spread across his face as his entire world became light and the constant lapping organ pleasing his dick.

He came again and again. And again and again. And if anyone could have seen through the now furiously writhing mass of creepers surrounding his body, they would have seen him shrivelling up to skin and bones. All the while, the most brilliant vision of voluptuous beauty held him close as she came in symphony again and again.

Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 02



John was beginning to regain consciousness. Slowly, the dim haze before him brightened into a colourful green and pink blur.

He was sitting, or rather floating in a sitting position and his entire body felt bloated and heavy, most of all his penis, which felt like a lead weight. As his vision cleared, he realised he was sitting in a vat of deep yellow liquid. A vat with green walls.

Green, plant walls? Oh God, was he being digested by the Caressylis?

No, no, he saw the pink sky above him, but he did appear to be sitting in a large, open flower. This could in no way be any good.

That said, he wasn't having his lifeforce sucked out of him, so it couldn't be worse than the last flower. 

He was in a tranquil pool, his skin wasn't burning from digestive juices and he was actually feeling quite well. At some point he'd lost consciousness in the Caressylisse's embrace but not before he'd felt very queasy. No, he was lucky to be here, all things considered.

Lining up an exit, John began swimming to get out but immediately hit a stumbling block - his limbs were moving, but he wasn't getting anywhere.

Somewhere out of his field of vision, he heard a feminine giggle laugh. Looking around he saw a young woman dangling her legs off the edge of the flower. She looked to be just out of her teen years and had a light physique, with the tenderest thighs and lightest arms, but with full, perky breasts. Unlike Venus' tributes to the female form these were merely filled out, but were no less appealing for it. Her face looked delicate, with fair, peachy skin, and light blonde curls fell from the top of her head, framing some startling blue eyes.

"What-what's going on? Where am I?" he frantically asked.

"Tee-hee, you were super skinny," said the girl.

"You mean, you mean...?"

"You need to be careful round the Caressylisses. They've got a big appetite, and when they've got someone, they don't let go..."

"But what's..."

"I found you," she interrupted. "My name's Aura, and I put you in this pool to get you healthy again. It's full of nutrients and, um... other stuff."

John reached down and felt his member – it felt nearly twice the size.

"Don't tell anyone about this place... Nurse Honey doesn't know..." the girl whispered conspiratorially.

Nurse Honey? Nutrients? What the hell was she talking about? At least he felt healthy, that was one thing. In fact, he felt better than healthy – ready to take on the world in fact. This pool had invigorated him – and added a few inches to his girth.

"I guess you're wondering how to get out," said Aura, cutting across his trail of thought.

"Er, yeah... I can't make headway from this position."

"Well then, you need to stop trying to get to the petals," she said, with a grin. "You need to let the petals come to you..."

And with that she rapped her fist on the petal she was sitting on, before jumping in. As she did, so the petals shuddered and furled inwards.

Aura and John were caught in a rising level of the nectar, while the petals closed inwards.

"No! We'll be caught inside!" said John.

"Oh, relax, we're getting out. Just wait and see."

Aura was as good as her word, and as the level rose, the pair were taken to the top of the closing bud. John was about to grab the sides to pull out, when the petals closed tightly round the pair's torsos, before starting to rhythmically contract round the two young bodies.

"Sssh-sh-sh.... We just need to have a bit of fun first," said Aura, whose pert breasts were pressed against John's chest.

"No – no, not again..."

"Oh relax, you can't run out of spunk in this gunk," she said, giggling at her own rhyme. "I could ride you forever, big boy and you'd stay in peak physical condition."

John wasn't very reassured, but he didn't have long to dispute it before Aura leaned back, resting her arms on the side and slipped her pussy over his manhood.

He instantly came. Hard.

"Oh, don't worry, that's just the effect of the nectar, stud. It's the next one you need to watch out for."

Of course, John's dick hadn't gone down, and Aura seemed determined to keep it that way as she began moving up and down over his member.

Her pussy was incredibly slick – presumably from nectar that had crept in, and it held his member in a delightful grip as she thrust up and down, back and forth and even from side to side.

John came again, using the petal walls to support himself, as he felt a prolonged gush billowing through his fleshy conduit.

It was like a tap had been opened and he wasn't sure he was able or even wanted to turn it off.

Eventually it subsided, though Aura continued her rocking motion regardless.

"That's the nectar again," she said matter-of-factly, "They say nectar sex is the best in the universe, never mind He... here."

John thought she might have been about to give away their location but before he could enquire he shot another load in.

Christ, so soon. Again the constant gushing ensued, and he was sure he counted a good thirty seconds of continuous, violent ejaculation.

He was finally having an effect on Aura though. Her head was tilted back, and she was giving out short, sharp cries. She struggled to regain her composure before looking him in the eyes.

"I should warn you – I'm a squirter," she said ominously.

Before John could raise an eyebrow, a thick gushing stream poured back into HIS cock, flowing down his jap's eye, and straight into his body.

His mind was having trouble taking in the reverse orgasm, but he was sure of one thing. It was nectar. The gunk made him dizzy, light-headed and little yellow spots began dancing in front of his eyes.

Through the haze, he saw Aura giggling at his predicament. She seemed different, she was glowing... radiant...

'My God,' he thought. 'She's beautiful. So... so... beautiful....'

And with that, he unleashed another explosion. Had he been able to count it, he would have counted a good, long minute of pure ejaculation.

As his thoughts faded into the background, he thrust limply into her pussy, which by now had become very hot, sticky and seemed to bubble with liquid nectar round his cock.

The feeling was setting off fireworks of ecstasy in his mind.

"There, there," she grinned. "Let me take care of you."

Aura wrapped her slender arms over his shoulder and round the back of his neck, pulling him closer while the petals tightened. She locked tongues in a long, deep kiss, before breaking off and locking eyes with entranced warlock.

"Oh, you're going to love this..."

Over the next hour, John was swept up in climax after climax, until he eventually lost track of time.

Aura rode him remorselessly for hours upon hours, pumping her happy prey full of nectar, while he delivered orgasm after orgasm into her tight pussy, each one longer than the first, and coming in more rapid succession.

After an hour-long ejaculation, his next climax finally hit the limit imposed by the wonderful naroctic, and he hit an orgasm without end.

Sperm was pumping out at what seemed a rate of knots and yet his dick never paused, or wavered. Not once.

"See, isn't this much nicer than forcing pleasure from someone," she said, with a loving smile, as she gyrated her waist along his shaft.

"Guuhhh...." was all John could say, his face a slack, stupid grin.

He didn't care - he felt like his body had BECOME one long, never-ending orgasm. With the most beautiful creature he had ever seen...

Any semblance of an interval had ceased, and he was one long torrent of pleasure. There was no fatigue, no nauseousness – just pure, unending bliss with the most beautiful, innocent young woman in the world.

He loved her, adored her, he would worship her and kill for her. But he didn't have to. All he had to do was lie still in her embrace as she took pleasure in his body, while she poured unending pleasure in his.

Perhaps this was what heaven felt like, he wondered as he gazed adoringly into her cute, young face.

She smiled back with a face purer than the driven snow, while her blonde curls gently bounced with the motion of her hips.

Her face then contorted as if in discomfort, before she let out a loud moan.

"Agghh... yeah..." she groaned. "I'm so glad I found you..."

At that moment another blast of nectar spurted down his dick, as the pervasive element slid down any gap in his stream of semen that it could to reach his balls, his bloodstream and his brain. It had happened 12 times by now.

"Don't worry, I'm never letting go of you..."

Eventually, however, she did. Aura began stirring, before she was lifted clean off his cock.. A stream of nectar spewed out. What? Why? What was going on?

Soon a pair of arms scooped under his shoulders, round his torso and lifted him away.

"Aura..." he moaned pathetically.

He was rising higher into the air, nectar dripping off him, and Aura staring up at him from the pool, looking very cross indeed.

Looking up into the face of his rescuer, he saw a young witch, dressed in a lush green robe, with a Level 2 Levitation charm casting the ghostly outline of wings behind her.

"You need to be careful," she said. "Aura has an addictive personality."



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 03



****Apologies it's taken so long to get this one online to anyone that's actually following these. Real life meant I didn't have the time unfortunately.

Also, due to God knows what on the last story (probably me though), it ended up being called 'den of Hellish Delights Ch. 02' rather than Garden. So if you were looking by title, you may have missed it.

Apologies for that too, and here is a much longer chapter to make up.***

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A pair of arms had scooped under John's shoulders, gripped round his torso and lifted him away.

He was rising higher into the air, nectar dripping off him, and Aura, staring up at him from the pool, was looking very cross indeed.

Looking up into the face of his rescuer, he saw a young witch, dressed in a lush green robe, with a Level 2 Levitation charm casting the ghostly outline of wings behind her.

"You need to be careful," she said. "Aura has an addictive personality."

"Guh?" was all John could mumble.

The witch settled them down on the branch of a tree overlooking Aura and her bath-like plant that swelled with the promise of forbidden pleasure and eternal ecstasy.

"You've taken on an awful lot of nectar. Let me drain you."

The pretty young witch wrapped a slender hand round John's shaft and began pumping. Yellow gunk oozed out of the head, slowly at first, then came out in larger volumes.

Through John's addled mind, he became aware of the stimulation and his face regained its silly little grin.

With the help of firm, strong strokes from the witch, he eventually reached climax and shot a large load of thick, yellow, nectar-tainted semen in several directions. The witch calmly stepped back and projected a force field to deflect any come from hitting her.

"Tell my your name," she offered. "I'm Tara."

"John," he muttered, a little giddily.

"You were in there for two days, you know," she said.

"You're probably still feeling the effects of the nectar. There's nothing we can do about that except wait for it to wear off, but don't go near her again -- there have been men trapped with her for years, until some other garden pest snatched them away.

"The ones that got away from their second set of captors then spent the rest of their waking lives trying to find her." 

John's head was clearing as overcame the narcotic effects of Aura's nectar.

"What... the... hell....?" he managed.

"You had a run-in with Aura. She's native to the garden, and she finds it very difficult to resist the allure of a good fuck or several thousand.

"Aura picked you up after that Caressylis drained you dry, used her nectar to pump you up to full health, then had you mainlining her 'special happy juice' like a junkie," sighed the witch.

"What a day, huh? Your dick gets a day-long stiffy after being stung by lust bugs. You stumble right into a Caressylis, and then Aura, who rarely shows her face when she's not screwing a guy indefinitely, finds you. You can't catch a break."

"HER nectar? Was she part of that plant?" John was struggling to get to grips with it.

"Kind of, but not really. Biology in Hell's pretty fucked up," the witch offered.

"Aura likes to get humans comfy in her narcotic flower before pumping them full of her own super-strength form of nectar.

"They're then doped to fuck while she spends eternity screwing them, as all the time her 'lower mouth' gulps down sexual fluids like fizzy pop."

"Uhh, okay... wait. Hell?!"

"...yeah. Your two playmates will have tried not to tell you in case you freak out. They'd much rather you were a happy little cum-puppet.

"You must have messed up a teleportation spell or something. There's a weak point in the dimensional fabric nearby, and your scattered particles will have zipped through there before your body restructured itself."

John's mind was reeling - it was a lot to take in.

"But this can't be Hell.... it's a garden for Chrissakes! Hell's full of fire, brimstone, people getting tortured.

"I don't want to tempt fate and run into them again, but all I've seen is horny plant life."

"Yeah, but you know as well as I do, if I hadn't rescued you, that could well be where you'd be spending eternity.

"Anyway, we're only in a small area of the Lust plane. You do NOT want to have wound up in the plane of Anger.

"Besides, step outside the garden, and you'll soon see where the real trouble is. If ever you find yourself outside this place -- which I WOULDN'T recommend, stay clear of the succubus called Nyte. She's batshit crazy."

"But the others are alright, I suppose?" John chuckled weakly.

"Of course not -- they're all nuts and all dangerous. Here, you've got nothing to worry about being trapped for eternity.

"In their lair, you'll be lucky to escape with your soul in one piece."

"How did you end up here then?" probed John, eager to change subject.

"Same as you -- tear in the fabric of dimensions. I've lost count of how many years I've spent trying to get out...

"You-you don't age here..." she said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"But by now, I'm sure I've outlived everyone back home."

"You don't know that," said John. "Time might not be passing outside."

"Even if it isn't, I lost count of how long I've been here at around 50 years; yet every day I searched for a way out, and every day I came up empty."

"I had an Advanced Spells tome with me when I came through, and I've been able to learn everything in it inside out. ...even the forbidden magic.

"But none of them could shed any light on how to escape. The tear is only one-way."

John's heart sank.

"No... no, no no no no no. There HAS to be a way out. Succubi get to our world."

"Succubi are summoned or enter people's dreams. We're not succubi," said Tara, who had begun disrobing.

"I'm sorry, John, I've given this a good deal of thought... and seeing you down there only helped to make up my mind.

"If I'm going to be stuck here forever, I want to at least be so fucking high I won't care..."

"Tara, NO!"

But it was too late. Tara had stripped completely naked, and with eerie precision, jumped off the branch and into Aura's pool of euphoria-inducing nectar.

He could hear the beauty's giggling from below.

"Oh, my. What have we here....?

"Ooh, It's been aaages since I had a girl to play with. Fun!"

The petals drew tight round Tara and Aura, and by watching their bodies bulge through the petals, John could see Aura had taken the lead by grinding her pussy against Tara's thigh, in turn rubbing her own thigh against Tara's crotch.

With one arm draped over Tara, she dipped her spare hand into her pussy and pulled out some glistening yellow nectar.

Before her new best friend could react, Aura slipped her fingers into Tara's mouth and lathered the inside of it with nectar before drawing her into a long, passionate kiss.

If Aura's own, private nectar had been enough to render John completely helpless when pumped into his cock, God only knew what an oral application would do.

Tara pulled her close and frantically ground herself against Aura moaning through her kiss.

Aura withdrew and, quick as lightning, shoved Tara's head beneath the surface, holding it down.

"Don't worry, warlock. I'm just making sure your friend gets an extra-big helping." she said.

Eventually she released Tara and pulled her up by her arms.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, sweetie," she said.

"It's... alright..." sighed Tara with an unmistakeable look of lust in her eyes.

"Good! Now, you just relax sweetie, and lose yourself in my tits. Can you do that?"

"Yes... yes... anything... for you." breathed Tara.

And with that, the witch pulled Aura close again, fastened her lips round the girl's left nipple and suckled at the teat like an infant, while the contractions of the pod helped the girls to effortlessly grind against each other.

Aura threw her head back, taking in deep, rapid breaths as Tara's attentions brought her to orgasm.

"Ohhh! Oh! It's a fair trade, warlock. A woman's nice but no match for a thick hard cock inside me."

John's own cock, which had yet to return to normal size, twitched in response.

"But at least I get to keep this pretty thing. In return, I'll give you a hint.

"You want to get out of here, right? Follow the red plants."

John peered over his shoulder to follow Aura's line of sight and saw a row of phallic, protruding toadstools with a red, near-plastic sheen.

What the hell, he thought, can't be any worse than where I've already been.

And with that he left Tara to drown in her endless orgasm, and her burbling newfound adoration of Aura's tits.

***

As he made his way past the rows of toadstools, John eventually reached a clearing.

Poking through the overgrowth to peer at what lay beyond, he was surprised to see a deep, crystal blue stream, and yet more lush vegetation with the odd toadstool, but -- more to the point -- women.

Not bound to a plant, or fucking in nectar women -- just three of the most stunning bodies he had ever seen, all of which were stark naked.

On the far left, a fair woman with blonde hair and a slender figure, who looked to be in her 20s, was eyeing him up with what he hoped was curiosity.

In the centre, a younger woman with deep red hair, the colour of satin, who seemed no older than a uni fresher, was idly running a finger over one of the nubs of her shapely breasts.

And to her right, a shapely, statuesque woman, apparently in her late 20s, ran fingers through long brown hair, as she peered at him through the overgrowth.

"Come out, little man," she purred.

John found himself helpless to comply and pushed past the shrubs into the clearing.

Immediately he found the temperature shoot up to a steamy level, in a way that couldn't possibly be real.

"Mmm, practice. And it looks like Aura found him," said Blondie, her eyes fixated on his member, which was still covered in yellow droplets.

"Oh, she doesn't half know how to give someone a good time," sighed the younger woman, who idly rubbed her clit while speaking with a voice that hinted at firsthand experience.

The brunette simply gave a gentle smile before winking and blowing a kiss his way.

Immediately John felt it like a physical force as his member once more sprang to attention. By now it had lost some of the extraordinary girth bestowed by the nectar, but was still packing more than he was accustomed to.

"Hello there, little warlock," said the younger one.

"I'm Mandy, and this is Minny," she said, indicating the blonde. "And this here is Maxi."

"Mandy, Minny and Maxi. You don't expect me to believe that, do you?" John was struggling to get to grips with the concept as blood rushed to his crotch.

"Not really -- but our real names would be too much for your human tongue."

"I'm sure," said John. "And I suppose you'd happen to be rooted to a plant somewhere nearby and looking for a good screw?"

"Ooh, almost," said Minny. "But no, we're not plants we're succubi."

"Well, lesser sucubi," she hastily added, seeing his look of fear.

"We haven't graduated, so we can't do the whole 'ripping souls out' yet."

"But we certainly enjoy trying," added Maxi sluttily.

"Just forgive Maxi -- we've had lots of time to study, and not much to... practice," said Minny.

"We're still going to fuck you silly... we just don't know what to do afterwards."

"No really, I've had just about enough," John cut in. "I just want to get out and go home."

"We weren't asking your permission," said Maxi, grinning like a cheshire cat..

"Come on girls, let's have some fun," said Mandy, as the girls started moving towards him.

Slowly exploring their bodies with their hands, the trio began swaying their hips in a dance designed to ignite the very primitive nature of man.

The warlock was completely lost in it. His cock standing upright at full size, his eyes were transfixed on the stunning threesome of beauties before him.

The temperature seemed to raise even further as an aura of pure lust ran off the succubi and into him. Sinful heat was infused into his body and his member begged him for attention.

The creatures before him were beautiful, and he was helpless to do anything but stand and watch, dumbstruck.

Mandy beckoned him with her finger, and without a moment's thought, John found himself walking straight to her.

As he reached her, she cupped his face in her hands, and drew him in for a long, passionate kiss.

Her tongue was electric as it gently wrestled with his, and as he stood there, caught in the moment, he became aware of hands sliding down his waist from behind him.

Maxi was right behind him and slipped her hands round to his front as she began fondling his cock and balls.

"Trust me, when we're through with you, you'll be begging our permission to shoot another load inside us," she whispered in his ear.

He knew it was wrong, that an encounter with succubi could kill him. And if he was with those who hadn't yet learnt how to properly drain their prey, their attention could be even worse.

Despite that, he couldn't muster the resistance to escape.

Mandy, who had now slid her arms over his neck, slinked to the side to allow Minny to crouch down, and take his member into her mouth.

"Mmm..." she sighed as her tongue slid over and around his dick.

After just a few seconds of bathing his prick in her delightful steamy cavern, she drew her mouth back.

At this point, Maxi ominously slid her legs round the front of John's, locking them in place.

"Now, if we were really good we'd be able to do this down your jap's eye," said Minny.

"But I don't want to miss and risk hurting such a delicious morsel..."

She lowered her mouth back over his cock a second time, bringing her mouth all the way down and deep-throating him, before closing her lips tight round the base.

She pulled back and came forward once, twice, three times before her jaw locked and she... she sank her teeth into his dick?

At once his cock bubbled and fizzed like it was boiling away. The stimulation sent sparks down his shaft and straight to his brain.

Had he the clarity to look down, he would be seeing his testicles swell to the size of grapefruits.

They had begun to feel uncomfortably full and heavy, and there was an intense sense of pressure to relieve.

"Oh, Minny, he's going to just come and come," cooed Maxi.

"I don't think we've ever given anyone that much venom," added Mandy.

"Vuh?" chipped in John.

Minny lifted her mouth off the swollen organ.

"Come and have a taste girls," she said.

John's head was reeling and as Maxi removed her support by stepping back, he was left with no choice but to collapse onto the floor.

As he did, the three succubi crawled on hands and knees, like predators in the wild, before lowering their heads to his dick with a loving look in their eyes.

Minny held his cock steady while Mandy and Maxi joined her in giving long, loving laps of the tongue to his shaft, before fighting to have sucks of the head.

The attention was too much and in less than a minute, a geyser of spunk had erupted from the cock and sprayed right into the faces of the three beauties that had summoned it.

Usually when this happened, it had led to some shocked reactions from his partner, even those who could hear only the lilting lullaby of a charm spell bouncing off the walls of their brain.

The succubi, by comparison, weren't at all fazed and rushed to lick as much of it off as possible.

The goo that was out of the reach of their tongues was soon lapped up by another, desperate for more.

It wasn't long before their faces were clean

"Mmm, you're going to have to let us repay you for that," said Mandy, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Hold him down Maxi."

Maxi, who had first lured him over with a blown kiss had taken a relatively minor role in the proceedings, until the mass blowjob. It seemed now wasn't any different as she lay down on her back, pulled John's back onto her stomach and once more wrapped her legs over his thighs, while holding his arms steady with hers.

He was soon lying immobile on a bed made of a busty brunette beauty.

"My turn," said Mandy, as she placed her legs either side of him and leaned forward.

She raised her arms into the air and sang two lines of a Laitn-esque language, before leaning forward and blowing along the palm of her hand.

Pink mist drifted along and circled John's limbs, before sinking in. A heavy lethargy overtook him while his dick traitorously twitched at the thought of entering Mandy's pussy.

Beneath him, Maxi was no longer a restraint - instead she just caressed him.

Mandy leaned in for a kiss, and as her tongue probed John's mouth, all thoughts of resisting, or escaping, vanished like the mist.

Instead, he sat perfectly still while the young succubus lowered herself onto his crotch.

Inside, her pussy was incredibly smooth and tight, but also possessed the muscles to start pulling his cock in deeper. Before he knew, it Mandy's labia were at the base of his shaft, and still her pussy kept its gentle sucking.

John was still too overcome from Mandy's spell to sit up or thrust back, so instead he lay still as she leaned forward, resting her chest on his.

Staring into his eyes, she rocked her hips up, taking his trapped dick with her, before dropping it down again.

She upped the pace and in less than half a minute was violently bucking her hips up and down John's member.

"Ohhh, incredible," she moaned. "Gotta... love... Aura..."

John couldn't hold it any longer, and his dick exploded as gouts of semen gushed out of him and into her. It was perhaps his most intense orgasm with a woman yet, but his dick didn't seem to notice it and, still hard as ever, wanted more stimulation.

"Ohhh, I'm going to enjoy you, little warlock."

Mandy stopped moving her hips and simply sat down on his cock, before resting all her upper body weight on John.

Cupping his cheeks with her hands, she brought her lips to his and filled his mouth with her hot breath. He tried to slide his tongue into her mouth, but as he did so, she teasingly pulled away, before pulling back to lick his lips with her own tongue.

Her pussy was meanwhile kneading his dick without her even moving, as contractions travelled from bottom to top, ending each time with a tight squeeze of his glans. His penis was in heaven -- John had heard about the legendary sexual ability of the succubi, but this was incredible.

Now no longer caring about the risk, John was beginning to enjoy it, and fought with all of his remaining energy to thrust back.

Mandy's pussy pinned him in place though, and before long another thick blast of semen gushed out of him.

By now, he was beginning to feel dizzy and tired, a feeling he remembered from the Caressylis.

Looking down, he saw he was much leaner, and had lost some of his muscle tone, but unbelievably, was STILL hard.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Minny, who he'd forgotten about in his sandwich, and saw her sitting on the ground licking her fingers, which were dripping wet. Her crotch was saturated in juices, and a puddle had formed beneath her.

Minny eye's caught his as she finished licking her fingers, prompting her to smile and give him a sly wink.

Maxi meanwhile was sliding out from under him, letting him fall into the lush grass beneath.

Mandy, still sitting astride him, leaned forward once more to whisper in his ear.

"That was fun, but now I'm going to really tease you."

He'd never find out quite what she meant by that though, as Maxi, fed up with being a succubus cushion, lifted her off.

"Dammit Mandy, don't hog the poor human. I'm sure he wants to enjoy this with as many of us as possible!"

"Bullshit. You're just horny," said a pouting Mandy, who was taking comfort in Minny's arms.




Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 03



"That too," said Maxi, who turned with her back to John, as she squatted over him and lowered her anus.

'Oh God, she's not going to shit on me, is she?' John pondered.

"Er... I... I..."

"Yes?" asked Maxi with a raised eyebrow.

"I... I'm not into scat," he managed. "R-really not into it."

This only seemed to amuse the succubus, who giggled into her hand.

"You're having the life sucked out of you, and you're worried I might shit on you?"

"Puh...lease don't," he croaked.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't," the tall and voluptuous beauty said.

"But tell me; do you like anal? ... because I just love it."

And before he could ponder it, the succubus grabbed his iron-hard dick and lowered her asshole onto it.

His rod just couldn't get anywhere past her ring at first, but as it gradually gained ground, Maxi pushed down hard, forcing it to enter the incredibly tight entrance to what should be an exit.

For someone who loved anal, it felt like nothing had ever passed out of the muscle, let alone in.

His head was gripped tightly in the ring, and Maxi pushed down harder, forcing it in excruciatingly slowly and tightly. John winced at the extreme pressure until, eventually, his head had passed through the outer muscle.

As the tightness now gripped the underside of his head, there was a change in contraction, and his shaft was rapidly pulled upwards with a powerful suction. Before long his member was almost completely buried in it.

Almost, until Maxi relaxed her legs and sank all the way down it.

The tightness was overwhelming, as his entire dick was gripped in a muscular fleshy vice.

Intense contractions gripped his entire dick, to the point where he thought it might burst.

Before it became too intense, the muscles relaxed for several seconds before contracting again.

Over and over the loop continued, the intervals becoming shorter and shorter.

Maxi lay back, so this time it was her back resting on John's front. She slipped her arm behind her and wrapped it behind John's head as she arched her back.

The squeezing of her ass milked a long, steady stream of come out of John after just a couple of minutes' attention.

Unrelentingly, the muscles continued their contractions and after a minute John came again with another strong stream.

"You can say what you like about the character flaws of succubi, but at least we're efficient," said Maxi as she rubbed her buttocks against his waist.

"But... I'll... die..." moaned John. Within seconds he'd blown another load and was beginning to feel physically sick.

"Maxi... come on, you've had your turn. Maybe I better take care of him," said Minny.

"Hmph, fine. This one's got no endurance anyway," said a clearly disappointed Maxi, as she lifted herself off him.

It was much quicker coming out than going into Maxi's ass, and as she lifted herself clear, a few last spurts fired several feet into the air from John's dick.

With feral urgency, Maxi rushed forward and contorted her head to catch them before they caught the ground.

Minny slinked towards him.

"No... please, no more..." he said, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

"Sssh, I'm not like those two," said Minny, with a soft smile.

"I'll be so gentle with you."

She sat facing him, legs either side as Mandy had done, and leant forward.

"Kiss me," she said simply, as she pulled his head to hers.

It was her tongue that entered his mouth, and as it sedately wrestled with his, John felt himself grow lightheaded, like his mind was floating away.

Minny broke off the kiss, and wrapped one arm round his back, while her other hand cupped the back of his head.

"Drink from me," was all she said, and with that John's head floated right to her left nipple as he sucked on the teat. His mind was floating around somewhere, and for now his body was listening to Minny.

Once he sucked, a warm, milky liquid slid down his throat. As he swallowed, a strange feeling spread throughout his body. Inside he seemed to lose all sense of mass, as his body felt bloated and floaty.

John was barely even aware of what was going on anymore, so disconnected was he from his physical body. It was almost like an erotic out-of-body experience in which he was looking down at the beautiful woman caressing the withered remains of a man.

The blonde sank onto the man's cock and for the next hour John's entire world became a sweetly pleasurable sensation. Eventually, it exploded in orgasm and white light as a surge of fluid left the man's body, before John returned to it.

Back in his own skin, John found Minny lying on top of him, her blonde hair draping his shoulders.

"And we could have given you such pleasure," she whispered. "If only you'd asked."

And with a look of contempt, she got off him and walked away.

His shrivelled body was mercifully numb thanks to whatever she'd done to him, as right now John was certain he should be in a world of pain.

As Minny walked over to her friends, the trio began singing a lilting song.

Vines slithered out of the undergrowth, topped with bright red blooms, that resembled full, juicy lips.

John looked around and found he couldn't keep pace with the amount of them. There must have been hundreds -- most of which were gunning for him.

He staggered up to make a run for it, but before he was standing fully upright, vines had wrapped round his wrists and ankles, and yanked him down onto a bed of more writhing vines.

"Whorelips," Maxi explained. "They're attracted to flesh, like earth-vines are attracted to light, and they wind round bodies just like earth-vines wind round frames."

As she said it, vines from the plant wound round her and her companions were bound together in a tight, twisting package.

"I love whorelip..." breathed Mandy, as several moved to restrain her and slithered rapidly up her thighs.

"They're such... teases. Ooh!" 

"We've cast a spell to stop us getting TOO swamped in them," added Minny. "But you, on the other hand..."

The whorelips were curling round his arms and legs and sliding beneath him to glide past the cracks in his arse cheeks to press against his scrotum.

All over his body, miniature lips planted kisses -- on his face, his torso, the insides of his thighs, while miniature tongues licked at his nipples and ballsack.

He struggled and found he couldn't budge an inch -- the whorelips weren't holding him too tightly, but they did have a firm hold.

To be honest, he'd lost the will to fight. The attentions were highly pleasurable at least, and they weren't milking his cock dry.

As he squirmed at the attentions of whorelips nuzzling the inside of his thigh, he writhed in pleasure and found the patch was perfectly content to let him do so.

From his position, he could see the whorelip manipulating Minny, Mandy and Maxi into several bizarre sexual positions, giving them the perfect angles to suck on each other's tits, lick at another's pussy, or just kiss passionately.

They squealed and moaned as they brought each other to orgasm again and again.

By now he was completely buried in the plants, with only his head and erect member poking out, though even they were subjected to affectionate little kisses from several sets of lips.

With the captive secured, the whorelips upped their game and doubled their efforts, causing the warlock to buck and thrash.

As they did so, a large bloom emerged from the undergrowth -- a giant whorelip easily three times the size of the others.

The three succubi meanwhile had finished their frolics and dismissed their own vines, before walking away.

"You're going to wish you'd let us finish you," sighed Mandy.

Wait... that didn't sound good.

"Where... where are you going?" he called to their retreating forms.

The large whorelip descended and rested with a large *plop* onto his member.

Latching on, it began sucking and John felt several tongues move round inside it, curling round his glans, licking his rod and playing his penis like a virtuoso.

It felt amazing and he was soon nearing orgasm at the attention of the organ.

The tongues were slipping and sliding, coiling and teasing and he was about to... about to...

Just as he felt himself reach that precipice, one of the tongues coiled tightly round his member and stopped the orgasm right away.

He slammed his hips frustratedly but to no avail. After a brief subsidence however, the tongues resumed their attentions, quickly bringing him back to the edge.

The combined attentions of hundreds of lips kissing and nuzzling his body and the giant mouth teasing his penis was unbearable.

He bucked his hips desperately to try and hit climax, but each time the tongues coiled tightly and stopped the flow before resuming their ministrations.

The whorelip mound that held John was now a wildly thrashing sight as he frantically tried to come, but to no avail.

Minutes turned to hours, hours to days as he buckled and fought for orgasm. Eventually he lost consciousness and slipped into a dreamless slumber.

Once he did so, the whorelips, sensing his lapse of consciousness, ceased their efforts, and as the head flower removed itself from his abused prick, the mass of vines dragged him away into the undergrowth...



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 04



John awoke to a pulsing contraction flexing around his entire body. Wearily his eyes began to open and adjust to the natural light around him.

He had a splitting headache and his body felt like he'd run several consecutive marathons. It was like the worst hangover he had ever experienced.

As his eyes regained their focus, he scoped his surroundings.

He was still in the garden, but held up to his neck in a bright green flower of just the right size to hold a person, which was massaging some kind of fluid into his body.

Oh shit... It couldn't be...

"Coo-eee!" a voice called.

Looking up, he saw a larger green flower the size of a caravan at its base, pulsating at a faster rhythm. It narrowed as the petals reached the top, where two very familiar figures were writhing together.

Nectar. He was being bathed in nectar in a plant right next to Aura's own pool, where she was still grinding away on a doped-up Tara.

"You set me up," he said. "That route was a trap, so you could kidnap me and hook me up again."

"Actually," said Aura. "The whorelip brought you here, not me."

"I've been enjoying the company of Tara here all this time." She ran a hand across Tara's face, who simply smiled dreamily in response.

"But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a feeling I'd be seeing you again."

"I just didn't think the sisters would be as harsh as to set a nest of whorelip upon you. I mean, you can never have too many buds, but leaving you alone and defenceless with the mother whorelip... that was just pure evil, especially when you've got succubus venom boiling in your balls..." she licked her lips.

"It was the only thing keeping you conscious."

"Now then, don't fret, the nectar in there isn't the good stuff I can give you. That's just going to spruce you up again. It'll probably take another few minutes before your head stops pounding.

"But if you can't wait that long, we could always have another little romp... Tara could join in too."

"No – no way!" said John. "I'm not ending up some doped-up smackhead who can't stop grinning while his dick becomes a fire hose."

"Don't compare my pleasures to your filthy earth drugs," snarled Aura, in a display of anger that temporarily cut her projection of innocence.

"Besides," she said as her expression returned to its usual beaming self, "You make it sound like a bad thing."

John had had enough. His head had cleared and he was getting out of the personal nectar pod.

Holding the petals open, he twisted his hips and squirmed until the bulb tipped over, and he was able to slip out onto the turf.

As he picked himself up, stark naked, he gathered what dignity he had left and stormed away from the nectar plants, heading down a dark path not yet explored. 

Ahead of him lay a long tunnel of foliage with ferns and thick vegetation either side. It narrowed as it went on, meaning he could end up pushing his way through by the end of it, but he was running out of options to explore in the way of paths leading away from the 'nectar patch'.

As he marched down the path, determined to find a way out, he came across an altogether darker side to the garden.

Moans filled the air, and his cock began to stir again. Looking to the sides, he could see feminine figures shifting through the foliage and swaying seductively.

Voices called out to him, coaxing him, tempting him to experience sinful wonders with them.

"Hey baby, come and help me out. I'm lonely..." begged one.

"Sweety, please... come to me... I want you... Don't you want this?" asked one stunning creature who was fondling her tits.

"Please, baby... I can pleasure you in ways you could never imagine..." pleaded another.

Instead, he pushed past, feeling a tinge of regret despite himself.

His space to manoeuvre was narrowing and occasionally, he could have sworn he felt feminine anatomy brush past him. Any doubts were soon removed when slender arms reached out and velvety hands brushed over his body, occasionally attempting to get a hold on his arms, though he easily shook them off.

A few more steps though and the tight passageway made it difficult to quickly slip past and more hands were grabbing hold at once. Moss and vegetation was pressing in with unusual density against him, but gave easily enough when he moved.

The more pressing concern were the hands, four of which had grabbed his arms – one between two.

Two more emerged from the surroundings to grip an ankle each.

Now he was stuck – John first tried to shake the hands restraining his arms without success, before trying to overpower those on his legs by striding forward; only to find they wouldn't budge.

Torsos pressed against the moss, leaving exposed breasts, bulky and firm, to push against his sides. Four more arms slithered out, hinting that whatever lay hidden in the shrubs may possess human-like limbs, but certainly didn't have a human anatomy, and headed for different parts of him.

A couple slid over his chest, sensuously gliding over his pecs, while a third reached his crotch, cupped his sack and gently fondled his balls, occasionally dragging a fingernail across his perineum.

The fourth went for his cock, and began gently pumping his shaft.

"A man..." breathed one voice.

"We need a man..." sighed another.

"Please help us..." added a third voice.

"Don't you want this?" asked yet a fourth.

John thrashed in a futile bid to escape, but it didn't even slow down the unwanted masturbation by the hand, whose counterparts gripped or stroked him with a gentle firmness.

He decided instead to save his strength and see if an ejaculation would change his captor's habit enough to present a chance to escape.

Giving up his resistance, John allowed himself to relax and enjoy the attention. A few minutes later and orgasm hit, causing a spray of ejaculate to spring into the air, landing out of sight in the deep moss beneath him.

"Thank you..." sighed a voice.

"Wasn't that nice?" enquired another.

He was forced to admit to himself that it was, catching his breath back as he lay back, held upright only by the hands, and sandwiched between a slick pair of generously endowed torsos.

Level with his head, another bulge formed in the moss, and a chin positioned beneath full, puckered lips pressed through the surface, followed by a dainty nose between a pair of smooth, pale cheeks. The face that emerged stopped just short of eyes and ears becoming visible.

"What would you have of us?" it asked.

"I just need to go," he said. "If you really want to thank me for, er, this, just let me be on my way."

"Of course, lover. But first, a kiss. To show our gratitude."

It still struck John as odd a creature in this place would be grateful to jack him off, but it wsn't a massive logic shift from gratitude for sucking out his semen. If a kiss would be the end of it, he'd have got through this encounter relatively intact.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Delicately, the half-face's tongue pressed into his mouth and slid over his. As it did so, John felt an erotic thrill spread through his body.

As he breathed in, the inside of his throat tickled as a fine pollen floated down it, spreading tingling, pleasurable joy across his body. His limbs felt ticklish and a gentle daze spread across his mind.

At his feet, a thin tendril slipped round his ankles and moved up.

"Okay, that's enough of that," he said as he withdrew. "I've got to get on with...um..."

"Yes?" enquired the luscious lips, as the arms caressed him and the breasts rubbed against him.

"Um, well, go. I've got to go and... do... something." Fuck, what was it he had to do?

"Why not just wait here while you remember? Besides, you didn't finish that kiss."

It was a fair point, he thought. It would be rude to leave before finishing the kiss.

'Oh', he noticed, looking down, that he must have got his leg tangled in some weeds when running from... whatever it was.

It was up to his thighs, but he'd easily be able to peel it off once the kiss was done with.

He leaned back into the mouth and felt the tongue return to delight his. As it distracted him, copious amounts of pollen worked their way down his throat once more, multiplying his gentle haze into deilirium. His cock, which had only just spurted minutes ago became engorged and swollen, as it was blanketed with a deep heat and need for release.

"Um..." John had no idea what had happened or how he got there, but several slender arms were doing stuff to him, while what seemed like the bodies of two voluptuous women brushed against him.

He was horny as hell, and although he had no idea how he came to be in this situation, he thought himself lucky as fuck he was.

An elegant hand was wrapped round his cock and was pumping it steadily. John lay back in bliss as the thing brought him closer to orgasm.

"Yes..." sighed hidden voices.

"We want to love you..."

"Give yourself to us..."

"Don't ever leave..."

I have no intention of, thought John as a dopey grin spread across his face.

"Ugh ugh... aaaah..."

He'd come, and as he did so, a vine that had been poised at back of the top of his leg took the opportunity to slide into his anus, the entrance to which offered little resistance as it snaked inside.

Once inside, it bunched as much of itself as could fit against his prostate gland, as it began a slow, but unrelenting massage of the secret pleasure nub.

Sill blissfully oblivious, all John was aware of was a massive boost in erection as precum began dribbling out a rate of knots.

"Oh, fuck..." The need was immense.

He had to come, but fortunately, the hand had him covered and he shot another, large load.

The pollen had now permeated his brain so much that he didn't even notice the ground open up from beneath him as the vines pulled his legs inside.

Now up to his mid-thighs, more vines slipped round his cock, as the hand that had thus far been pumping it moved away.

Coils slid round his cock and began pumping once more as the plant's victim, not even noticing the change of stimulation, gratefully thrust into them.

As John neared climax, impossibly thin tendrils slid down his jap's eye, all the way to his balls to begin a different kind of stimulation.

"Aaaagghhh!!!!" John's eyes went wide as he thought he was having the biggest orgasm of his life, but instead the sneaky plant was simply simulating the sensation from inside his member.

While his mind was filled with the mock climax, he was pulled deeper into the tight and moist embrace of the moss beneath him. Hands that had been gently caressing him were now firmly pushing him down by his shoulders, while the unresisting catch smiled as what felt like another orgasm consumed his mind and spirit.

As the moss devoured him, he felt exploding bursts of pleasure crackling across his entire body, prompting another extreme simulated orgasm.

Soon, the human was up to his neck, buried in the mossy demon known to others as 'claustrum lustrum' (the prison of lust). It had been assembled and brought to life centuries ago by a succubus sent to the garden to track an incubus who had fallen in love with a mortal woman and broke the regulations by trying to return her to earth. 

There it ensnared even the hellspawned incubus with its sweet and gentle persuasive pleasure. Once trapped, he was to await trial a century later.

In an unexpected twist, the magicks holding together the demon faded after five year's detention, offering him an escape route.

After his escape, the claustrum lustrum was left to fester in the garden, where it was left without orders to wait on.

In other words, no one would be coming to pick John up.

Instead, John was pulled under the moss completely, as vines slid down his throat and attached themselves to his lungs, delivering oxygen; while others provided a slow but steady stream of nutrients.

Damp moss pressed against every inch of his skin not already covered in vines, causing it to tingle sensationally, before feeling in it swiftly faded.

Hair-width tendrils danced around his ear-lobe before reaching inside his ear and sidling up to his brain, wrapping round it. Once there, they began shutting off higher brain functions one by one.

John felt his mind slowing to a near-standstill before he stopped thinking altogether, and all that was left in his life was the sensational pleasure in his cock.

The claustrum lustrum had its captive completely secured. Unmoving, unresisting, unthinking, the victim lay perfectly still inside it revelling in a feeling that wasn't even there.

Without any order to follow, the claustrum lustrum simply waited – it had done the only thing it knew how to, collecting a humanoid being, and now it was up to its masters to release the catch for whatever business they had for it.

Until then, it could hold him forever.

What would be three years to a human perception of time passed, and still the cage demon held its prisoner, who had not moved an inch inside while a succulent pleasure seemed to him to be possessing his manhood, his last remaining source of awareness.

Above the claustrum lustrum, a being too pervasively arousing for even a demon such as itself was watching.

Deciding to act, a blob of blue slime dropped from above and landed on the being – which from the outside had become nothing more than a large green mound of moss.

As it landed, the blob, which was the size of a cricket ball, rapidly slithered inside the mound, as it spread out, diffusing and multiplying in size to reach as much of the mound as possible.

The effect was apparent - breasts pushed hard against the moss, as if trying to escape. Arms sprung out with rapidly clenching and unclenching fists.

The mound quivered and pulsed and a familiar mouth appeared pressed against the outside wall. The full lips pursed and then parted as a cry seared through it.

Moans that would seemingly come from several different positions inside the demon filled the air, while the mouth gritted its teeth.

The hands flew to fondle the breasts, while several of their fellows dove back inside to clutch and grab at things unseen.

After a half hour the moss collapsed and disintegrated, falling outwards onto the floor, leaving only one very green human with a very large hard-on in the middle of a, now much clearer, path ahead.

As if in anticipation, the blue blob slithered away from the remains and quickly on ahead, as if it needed to arrive ahead of him...

****

Bewildered by what had happened, John – completely oblivious to the fact three years had passed – set off and vowed never to take the 'wait-and-see approach again.

He had been walking for an hour when an end to the path came within view, which meant new information could be just round the corner... Perhaps even a way to get out.

*schlump!*

His feet sank right into a puddle of mud. Oh, please no, he thought. Don't let me get this far and drown in quicksand or some shit like that.

He was sinking fast, but whatever he was in wasn't quicksand though. What ever he was in was blue. A deep blue, like... Jell-O?

He was now up to his waist, but it seemed the deeper he got, the faster he sank – almost like the slime was pulling him in.

Before he knew it, he was up to his shoulders, and as he tried to move to get out, he found his limbs slow and sluggish against the thick constitution of the slime. 

The gunk was doing a good job of keeping him warm, and even in the steamy garden of Lust, he could feel a marked difference in temperature above slime, and temperature below.

It was getting warmer too. The slime was bubbling around him like a hot-tub, as ripples in the sludge massaged away knots of tension he'd built up running.

Soon he was content just to lie back and bask as the bubbles made him ever more comfortable.

He wasn't at all dismayed by the steady stream of bubbles that began flowing rapidly past his cock and balls. It was just a slimy bog – it wasn't like it KNEW it was raping him.

Nor could he muster the energy to protest when goo gathered round his dick and begin a steady pumping action.

He wasn't being abused, he wasn't drugged, so John was quite content to just tilt his head back and let it happen.

It wasn't long until he shot to a satisfying climax under the goo, which elicited a single, loud pop as a larger than usual bubble hit the surface.

Soon after, he saw a large lump rise to the centre of the pool, just in front of him.

As it did so, the surface level dropped, and as the bulge stayed at its original height, more goo fell away to reveal a voluptuous feminine outline.

The form leaned closer, as more goo fell away to reveal more definition. A stunning figure emerged, with wide, tapered hips set below unnaturally large breasts. They were the kind you'd see on porn stars with ridiculous-looking implants, but they held a naturally rounded and perky form.

A mane of slime fell from her hair.

"Mmm, thank you for giving me form," she purred.

"I've been waiting to move for so long..."

"I... I...." was all a bewildered John could stammer.

The figure leaned down to press bright blue lips to his ear.

"You know, since you... gave me form, I have to repay you," she whispered.

As the goo dropped to waist level, John was left floating in the pool but without anything supporting his back.

As he began to topple backwards, a wall formed behind him to support him.

"I want you close for this," mewled the goo girl, as she sidled her own waist towards him.

The girl shuffled forward and pressed herself to John's torso. As she pulled him close with her arms, he found himself actually falling into her impressive rack.

He brought his arms up to push her away, but found his hands simply sliding through her shoulders, until his biceps were enveloped.

"Mmm, anyone would think you WANT to be captured..." said the girl.

"Now, let me please you, master."

A gentle sucking and bubbling motion began sweeping up and down his dick, as the goo surrounding it grew even warmer.

"Whoah. Hold on, you think I'm your master?" exclaimed John, who was now firmly stuck in and to the girl.

"But, of course. You gave me form. I must please you," said the girl.

"OK then, let me go. That would please me very much."

"No, master. Resistance is just a pretence you humans have. We both know what you really want; deep down, is pleasure."

"You're my master. I must please you."

The bubbling increased until his entire member felt like it was stuck in a jacuzzi – was becoming a jacuzzi - and the goo flexed itself powerfully round his prong.

He felt bloated and heavy, and for some reason his buttocks were REALLY comfortable

In a matter of just a few minutes, he shot a long, thick load into the girl – he surprised even himself with it. It lacked the duration of that he'd shot into Aura, but it was much thicker than he was accustomed.

"If.. if you make me continuuuueeee... continue shooting semen, I'll die..." he managed.

"Ohhh, poor little warlock. You have me so wrong," cooed Goo Girl.

"You're not pumping semen out, you silly thing."

Er, what?

"You're pumping out me... In a sense. My essence is slipping into you, and I'm just sucking it back out. Don't worry, babi, you're not losing semen!"

"My essence is an aphrodisiac, one that will have snuck in through your rectum, which is relaxed right now thanks to my... warm-up, so you wouldn't have felt it. From there, it's been circulating round your body and coming to rest in your testes, keeping your cock nice and stiff."

"In fact, you should see what your testicles look like right now – they'll be the size of beach balls!"

"Now my essence is simply circulating into you, and out through your luscious cock," she sighed as she rocked back to emphasise the point.




Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 04



He sincerely hoped to God that explanation was a joke.

Before he could ponder it, the goo's delightful massaging and jacuzzi combo had scored another load.

This time, it went on for a while. It was thicker than before and lasted twice as long. The air outside the slime was getting colder all of a sudden, and he shivered.

"What's wrong, master?" asked the slime, a note of concern in her voice.

"C-cold," he said.

"Want me to cover you up?" she said, more an expectation than a query.

"P-please."

And with that, the remaining slime wrapped round the warlock like a sleeping bag, with a blue sex doll form on the front.

He was instantly relieved to return to the warm, bubbling comforts of the slime.

His cock agreed, and he felt it prepare to fire off another load. It pulsed, and bulged, and then sent a pressurised torrent of thick, heavy gunk into the girl.

This time, it lasted much, much longer. John lost track of time as he gushed and gushed into the creature.

"Oooh, now you're getting into it," praised the girl.

It wasn't much longer before he came again. It barely seemed like he'd had the stimulation that would be possible to trigger ejaculation, but lo and behold, ol' faithful was erupting again.

Jesus, it felt so good. Constant, unending orgasm. And this time, it really did seem to be unending.

"...uhh... yeah..." sighed the girl.

"That's it, you're there..."

He was. He had become nothing more than a pump, a pump to constantly cycle her own slime through. Into him, into his balls and cock and back into her.

It felt amazing. And all the while, he was in the warmest, snuggest hot-tub while his dick was in paradise, constantly gushing into a boiling jacuzzi of pleasure.

He didn't want it to end. Ever.

Without stopping the sensation, the girl shifted her mass, so her back was turned to him. Breasts became shoulder blades, her crotch turned into a plump and shapely derriere.

Sighing, she leaned back, and this time she fell into him. Outlines of bodily features passed through his eyes, and before he knew it, she was gone.

The sensation, however, wasn't. He was still bathing in a luxurious hot-tub, and his cock fizzled with delight, though it had stopped ejaculating.

"What? What happened? Where did you go?"

"I'm still here, master, I absorbed myself into you."

"What? Why?!"

"So we can have fun, of course. All the delights in this garden and I bet you haven't tried any that weren't forced on you."

"Well, no. I don't want to get stuck here forever."

"But you ARE stuck here forever. And besides, some of them feel soooo goood...."

The fizzing in his cock increased to drive the point home.

"Besides, you don't have any choice in the matter, master."

And with that, John, or rather the slime covering the inside of his body, marched back the way he came to the delights of all the sinful creatures he spurned on the way over...



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 05



***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another manyeyedhydra inspiration ahoy. The breakfast eater in question is inspired by Aenictia from meh's Coils of Aenictia. Very hot story (if you're not squeamish) that's well worth checking out, though I think mine has the pleasanter ending!***

"We're going somewhere special," announced Goo Girl's voice in his head triumphantly as he strolled back.

'Please not Aura's honey pot,' John pleaded, though he found the words echoing hollowly inside his head. It seemed the slime wasn't permitting him to talk.

"No, it's not. And I'm not sure I like these feelings of rebellion," Goo Girl chided. No sooner had she said it than John felt a feeling of supreme contentment spread through him.

'Yes,' he thought. 'She's right, it would be nice to have fun.'

'...fuck, is she controlling your thoughts too?' screamed a voice inside his head, muted as if from faraway.

"Oh, ignore him," Goo Girl's voice echoed. "Give yourself to me."

His cock fizzled, and the warm hot-tub sensation seeped deeper into his body, into his brain.

Any resistance vanished as he just sank into the blissful heat, letting Goo Girl guide the way.

"Now, we're going to visit some very cute girls," she said.

As they pushed through into a clearing, groans of feminine sexual pleasure became louder again.

As he was guided through the overgrowth, John soon found its source.

Several men were busy humping away at a truly dazzling array of women. All with a fair build, rosy cheeks and light skin, a large number of girls had their legs wrapped round the men and were thrusting back.

John wandered over to one such girl, who unlike her friends, lacked a partner. As he got closer, he realised her legs, which were in the same raised position as her friends, weren't actually legs at all.

Sure they looked like legs, and at the bottom they even sported a dainty pair of feet. But between them hung a sac, a green sheath. She was another plant. A pitcher plant.

She looked at John with sad, mournful eyes.

"I'm... I'm so lonely," she sniffed. "Please fuck me."

"Easy dollface, I'll give you all the fucking you want," John said with words that blatantly weren't his.

He clambered inside, and Goo Girl permitted him to look down, where he saw a smooth, slick pussy on the girl. It was dripping a steady stream of juice onto the bottom of the sac.

John leaned forward and kissed the girl on the lips as he pulled her close with his left arm.

With his right he began delicately manipulating her left nipple, eliciting a gasp from the pitcher plant girl.

Her juices began flowing out at a much quicker rate. In no time at all, the puddle was up to his knees

"You're lucky my essence is protecting you, warlock," said Goo Girl. "If it wasn't for me, this juice would be making your balls break down every bit of your body they could to pump spunk into her."

Dammit, John didn't care about that. He was desperate to stick his still fizzing cock into the pitcher girl.

"Ask and you shall receive, stud," whispered Goo Girl.

And at that, John broke off the kiss and pulled the pitcher plant girl's hips roughly towards him, before impaling her on his cock.

With no tenderness, he began quick hard strokes into the wettest pussy he'd encountered since he arrived.

Despite the lubrication, it still did a good job of clamping down tightly and pulling him in.

"Ohhhhh," he gasped, though he wasn't sure if it was him or the slime.

While normally this kind of sensation would have left him a gibbering wreck, Goo Girl took control and started pumping John's hips remorselessly.

Pitcher plant's girl was contorting to an expression of shock and exhaustion as she struggled to keep up with him.

It felt damn good to fuck these plants silly for a change, he thought. Rather than the other way round. Even if it wasn't technically him doing it.

The girl's pussy now got a firmer grip on him, and started descending further down his member until it felt like it was trying to swallow his balls too.

It was impossible to thrust his hips back now, even if he had control of his body, and under the constant tug of her pussy, he shot his first load. Except it didn't feel like cum, it felt like...

"Me, that's right," said Goo Girl. "Just leave her to me."

"Ooh, I love being handled roughly," grinned the plant girl, with an expression that was much more sinister than a second ago.

Her legs constricted and pulled him tightly into the now-full sac. Liquid sloshed round him, and the sac began massaging his entire lower body, kneading his buttocks and working out tension in his feet.

"Oooh, she's good!" exclaimed Goo Girl. "You see, isn't this nice?"

It kind of was, he had to admit, and as he considered it, the plant girl's pussy milked another load of goo from him.

"Ohh, fuckkkk..." moaned Goo Girl's voice, which sounded a bit fainter.

She was slipping out of him and into the plant, and as it happened, John felt the air cool around him.

"I... don't know what you've eaten to give yourself spunk like this, stud, but I love it..." sighed the pitcher plant girl, who was obviously beginning to experience the effects of Goo Girl too.

"Just wait, it'll get better," said John, who was fairly sure he'd just said that himself. Possibly.

The girl was rolling her hips against his crotch, and John was able to rock his hips back and forward, carrying her waist with him.

More liquid sprayed in a jet from somewhere in the silken folds of her pussy, the stimulation tipping him over the edge as he fired another load of thick gunk into her.

"...just one more...." said a faraway voice in the back of his mind.

"Shit, better make sure I can get out of this stuff," he though as a flash of panic crossed his mind.

Looking down he saw the fluid in the sac had been replaced with a bright blue liquid.

"...relax, it's safe..." the voice cooed.

John took a quick glance at the plant girl, whose eyes had now glazed over and mouth become slack, before he shrugged, cast aside his doubts and prepared for one final ramming.

This time, it was completely two-way as both partners writhed and surged together reaching new heights of ecstasy. With one final thrust, and a well-timed contraction of pussy, John fired his last explosive load into the girl.

With that, he felt a noticeable absence from his body. His limbs seemed to come alive again and his head was clearer than it had be since Goo Girl caught him.

Plant Girl was not doing too well, by comparison. Her eyes had taken on a deep blue tint, and a solitary strand of blue-tinged drool was sliding out of her slack mouth.

My God, had he looked like that?

Eventually, the face lifted up, the mouth closed and the girl looked him in the eye.

"Sorry, sometimes it takes a while to take control of the facial features."

"Oh, uh, no problem. Glad to be of help."

The girl flashed him a lopsided smile.

"And... thanks for that. That was good. No danger, and no risk of me being stuck here. I would say we should do this more often, but..."

My God, was he flirting? First time since he got here, so he wasn't doing too badly, he thought.

"Oh, who says you're not stuck here? I've still got this delectable creature's legs round you, right?" she winked.

"That's not funny..." he began before a large slithering sound interrupted him. He turned round to see perhaps the most disturbing sight since he first arrived.

A giant wormlike creature, the size of a house was towering over the two of them. A deep, fleshy pink, the thing was coated in a transparent slime that slipped down its body.

The whole thing was a round mass of coils, like a snake, and it was undulating obscenely.

"That's the Queen Slug," said Goo/Plant Girl. "And she's the reason we're here."

"Don't tell me you set me up too?"

"Guilty! I get a luscious new body and several thousand guaranteed fucks a year, and you get to be breakfast for the Queen Slug."

"Don't worry, it's not permanent, and you will get out. But trust me, you'll love it," she winked.

"I told you you needed to have more fun."

Looking back at the slug, he saw something descending from the top of it, and as it approached he saw it was a female form, also covered in slime, but with a faint scaly outline.

As she approached, he could see her eyes had no whites, pupils or irises, they were just covered in a kind of shiny scale.

As she reached down to scoop him up, Goo/Plant Girl finally opened up the pod and gave him room to move.

He peered for a closer look and saw her eyes were incredibly reflective. All the colours of the rainbow danced in them, and more besides. Everything else faded away until the eyes were all that was left, shooting their beautiful lights into his brain.

He didn't know it of course, but he was now at the top of the slug.

"Let me love you..." said his captor, her words gently swimming into his ears.

"Yes..."

"Tend to you..."

"Yes..."

"Feed from you..."

"...yes..."

His captor toned down her sparkling eyes, before they flicked away to reveal two pale eyes, with pink irises, and John returned to consciousness.

As he looked down, he saw he was caught spread-eagled with his wrists and ankles smothered between two rolls of grotesque, fatty flesh, while biological processes beneath him shifted liquids around, massaging his body in the process at the back and sides. 

Meanwhile, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen hovered over him. She was, he realised, the business end of the slug, and from the waist down, her figure became just rolls of fat-like mass. But the top of her...

"Let me love you..." she said.

"...yes..." he sighed.

The woman lowered herself, and a hole opened at her midriff, as it glided noiselessly towards his crotch.

His cock was plunged into a spongy, fleshy prison, as soft masses of flesh rolled against it, while her bed of coils pulsated around him.

The pussy grew increasingly slippy, as lubrication sprayed against his dick which was hard as iron, thanks to the attention of its fleshy vice-like grip.

A white stream of lubrication bubbled out of her pussy, covering his torso. The flesh around him began contracting and shifting, massaging it into the areas of his body it reached.

"This will make it so much more pleasurable, lover," she sighed.

Her pussy began pulling his cock in further, kneading it with soft muscles, buried somewhere behind the tissue.

Another jet of oil squirted inside it, this time right against his glans, nearly blowing his mind with stimulation.

The slug woman slithered slithered between his thighs as she rocked her hips backwards and forwards against him, adding to his pleasure.

Her arms embraced him, and she rubbed against him, sliding slickly along the oil now covering his body.

"Ahhh," she sighed. "Isn't this nice, stud?" "I could do this all day..."

Soft flesh fell against the sides of his head, and he heard gurgling liquid sounds coming from deep within.

As she rose up again, strings of oil dripped off her body and as another jet hit his cock, John tensed and prepared for the inevitable.

Sensing his climax nearing, the muscles in her pussy began kneading his cock more and more insistently.

Unable to delay his pleasure any longer, John shot a ropey string of semen into the milking pussy.

Very soon afterwards, her pussy wall relaxed, letting his dick flop out, as it pressed against his stomach, cushioned against yet more rolls of flesh. It was still hard of course.

Meanwhile, the coils released his arms and legs. It didn't matter any more -- he was too tired to try and run.

"Ohhh, did you enjoy that, lover?" she asked. 

John simply nodded back, too exhausted by his exertions to give a full and detailed response. Instead, he let himself just lie back on the comfortable coils beneath him.

"Don't worry baby," she cooed. "Most men can't muster up much of an answer after I've got to know their bodies..."

"Want to go again? With my special oils, you'll be ready to go all day long."

The question was redundant -- he knew that, she knew that, and as she slid down the front of him, her pussy wall gaped even further open, while the folds massaging his body forced his legs together and arms to his side, as flesh rolled against the sides if his thighs and hips.

The queen slithered forward again, but this time his feet were drawn inside the walls of her pussy, as rhythmic contractions drew him in.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he said, rising panic in his voice.

"I'm going to love you intimately," she said. "Just go with it. I'll only completely swallow you if you ask me too..."

John was now up to his knees in the pussy, which seemed to have little buds further down that teased and tickled him with every contraction, while the sweet oil was kneaded into his skin, making his dick twitch with anticipation.

Soon he was in up to the top of his thighs, and his balls slid in, little fireworks went off in his brain, as tension built inside them.

But that was nothing compared to what happened when his cock slipped in. The massaging attentions of the vaginal walls were one thing, but when he was in far enough for it to brush past the polyps it took all his effort to stop exploding.

He mustn't. He mustn't let the bitch take him. But fuck it felt so good. Ten times better than before.

"Once humans have soaked in my oils, and let themselves release in me, they find the next time's muuuch better," said the queen, with a sly smile on her face as she ruffled his hair with her hands, before firmly gripping his head and pushing him further in.

His arms, which had been pinned to his sides, offered no resistance against sliding in and before he knew it, the pussy was sliding up past his shoulders and was lightly circling his neck.

Now fully inside, the chamber contracted around him, and a multitude of orifices began to close on protruding parts of his body.

His fingers were sucked inside several, as were his toes, giving the feeling of lustful mouths sucking on them.

Meanwhile his cock was pulled into its own little reservoir which squished against it, with a squelch he could hear from outside.

All these sensation was driving him nuts, and he couldn't contain himself any longer as he fired another jet of semen into her.

As he did so, the walls began contracting in, folding tightly around him like a second skin, one which started to squeeze and undulate.

"Time for a treat, warlock," she purred.

The queen slid round to look him in the eyes and as she did so, her own eyes again became scaly and luminous.

John was again caught by them, like a deer in headlights, and felt himself slipping away once more.

His body ceased its writhing at her ministrations and fell limp, allowing them to continue unfettered.

All his thoughts ceased, and as he fell into a deep slumber, the last thing he was aware of was the membrane round his cock eliciting several more slow and leisurely orgasms.

He awoke partially, hours later, where he was still in the chamber. He felt like it was just floating on a sea of bliss, and even had he wanted to avoid the sensation, he'd lost all feeling in his limbs.

Every so often, he felt a piece of something -- was it semen or something else? - lazily flow out of him and into the queen.

"Are you ready to give yourself to me, my beautiful?" she asked.

John was too relaxed to answer, and just sighed, prompting a giggle from the queen.

"I'll make it easy on you then; one blink for no, two for yes," she said with an amused grin.

With all the energy he could muster, John blinked twice. He didn't ever want to leave this bliss.

"Oh, good. You will enjoy feeding me, I promise," she said. "And I shall reward you handsomely for it."

And with that, a hole opened at the bottom of the chamber, which sent John down into the depths below.

In his euphoric state, he was content to slide through her private tunnels spraying ejaculation after ejaculation as he did.

Eventually, he landed in a second chamber, with a sickly sweet smell filling his nostrils. He awoke when a tube descended from the ceiling and slid down the length of his shaft. What should have been a dark chamber was lit by a luminous fluid lathered against the walls and dripping from the ceiling, covering John in an eerie pink glow.

Gripping tightly, the tube round his cock began vibrating heavily, but for once John didn't find the sensation bringing him to orgasm. Instead it just made him harder and harder. Jesus, he was unnaturally hard, and as the tube lifted off, after several mind-numbing hours, he saw his dick had grown to what couldn't have been less than 12 inches.

With the extra length, he found he was wider, and the whole thing just felt so much meatier. He was so horny too -- he wanted to leap the tube right there and then to see if he COULD get off on it, but it had long since retracted to whatever infernal organ it came from.

Once again, the chamber collapsed, letting him fall through another fleshy tunnel.

This one was much shorter however, and in no time at all, he was out, lying on the grass with a large boner, a raging lust and a massive sense of confusion.



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 06



***AUTHOR'S NOTE - Sorry if anyone's been waiting for this. The irony is this has been ready to go for a while now, I've just not had the time to sit down at a computer, give it the once over and submit it.

Anyways, it's one of my personal faves from the series, so here goes...***

******

Fuck.

John was now completely lost. The slug queen must have been moving while she digested his spunk. How far from his original position was he, and how long had he been passing through the slug's unique digestive system?

He was beginning to wonder if the queen's ability to eat living things and feed on them without killing them technically made her a vegetarian when a burning need made itself known.

His dick – still 12 inches and now insistently throbbing was in dire need of release. Beneath it, his testicles were the size of grapefruits, and felt unbearably swollen.

He stopped, sat down and began stroking. And stroking, and stroking and stroking. After an hour, it became obvious it was no good – his hand just wasn't providing enough stimulation to beat the hunger of his member. He needed help.

In the distance he saw a swarm of flickering lights – not those of lust bugs, he noted. These were flickering at a much gentler rate, and the source seemed to be a group of creatures the size of his hand.

They could end up using him for his body, they could end up trapping his mind in a never-ending cycle of lust and they could even suck out his soul, but at this point he didn't care – being trapped with this raging need for release forever would be a far worse punishment

"H-help?" he called out to them. "C-can you help me, please?"

One of the lights flew over and hovered in front of his face. It was a fairy, he noted with amusement. All the obscenities and degradations he'd found in this garden, and they had such innocent beings as fairies.

The fairy itself looked no different than a miniature woman – a very good-looking woman, naturally. Even in its tiny detail, John saw rich blonde hair cascading down her back, smooth, creamy skin, pert breasts and supple thighs topped with a small delta of blonde pubic hair.

In fact, the only thing that would stop someone thinking she'd come off the set of 'Honey, I Shrunk The Hottie' would be the blue translucent wings fluttering behind her.

"Can I help?" she squeaked, in a near-comically high-pitch voice.

"P-please... I... I need to fuck something," he said. "Anything... a-anything SAFE."

"I know just the thing!" she chirped, before flying off into the distance.

John kept his eye on the rest of her friends and before long she had returned hauling a flower. It sported a bright red bloom at the top, and although was no bigger than a daffodil, it was still the size of the fairy's body.

"For you!" she squeaked, blushing.

"What? No, no, I need to fuck something right now!"

"Yes!"

"You mean... you mean you want me to... to fuck this?"

"Yes!"

Why not, he thought, it wouldn't be the first flower he'd fucked.

"Okay... er, how do I do this...?" he muttered to himself, before opting to slide the bloom directly over his glans.

With his enhanced member, the tops of the petals were just long enough to reach down the base of his glans. Almost.

The flower begin a smooth massaging motion and a waxy deposit began sliding round his skin. It was extremely gratifying, but with all the stimulation on just his head, it soon became overpowering.

"Gnh, aghhh... oh God..." SQUIIIRRRCCHHHH!

His ejaculation sent the flower flying through the air, as if it had been lying on the loading tray of a catapult, and a thick white spray of semen followed, gushing for a good twenty seconds before its tail end splatted on the floor at his feet.

Jesus. There was enough there to drown a cat.

It had definitely relieved some pressure, but there were still strong urges that weren't disappearing any time soon.

"Sooo big..." cooed the fairy, whose mouth was wide open and eyes fixated on his organ.

"We can help!" she chirped.

This type of flower would have been very welcome to have had when he was a teen looking for different ways to get off, but in his current state, it was like tossing water on a chip pan fire – it didn't seem to have calmed it down it all.

"Please."

"Follow me!"

The fairy led him over to her counterparts, and the flashes sped up excitedly, before the swarm flew over.

There were tens of fairies, just like the first. They were moving too fast to make out, but he could hear their excited chatter.

"You were in the slug queen!"

"She loves her meals!"

"I love the Slug Queen!"

"She brings us new friends!"

"Your winky's big!"

"She made it big!"

"Her insides scramble your genes!"

"It's never getting smaller!"

The words chilled his blood – 'never getting smaller', 'NEVER getting smaller'. 'Never'. He was stuck this size for good.

"We can help!"

"We love to help!"

"We help Slug Queen's special friends!"

And with that, the fairies descended and swarmed round his dick. Moving too fast to see, the group was a blur of soft blue sparkling light.

A tingling sensation spread up and down his shaft and tickled his glans, while his balls were covered in a gentle pins and needles sensation.

In no time at all he had fired a load into the blue cloud. He could feel it spew out but it never left the cloud. Somehow, it had soaked it up.

John didn't have time to theorise however, as the tingling, and the pins and needles had him approaching another orgasm. Whatever the fairies were doing, they were experts at manipulating his cock to expel semen as quickly as possible.

He shot again, and this time the group fell to the floor.

'Oh God,' he thought. 'Have I killed them?'

He peered down at them, only to find them writhing on the floor.

"Speeeerrmmmm..." one of them was moaning.

"I love speeeeerrmmmm..."

"Makes us grow big and strong..."

"Thank you humannnnn..."

My work here is done, thought John, as he wandered off. He was still horny, but the desperate need was gone at least.

He'd barely turned his back when he saw a blue blur out of the corner of his eye. Slowly turning round, he saw the fairies. Many, many more fairies.

They had multiplied exponentially – where before there were tens, now there were hundreds.

"SPERM!!!" they cried as one, deafening voice.

"Want more sperm!!!"

John sprinted. He made it about 20 minutes before the blue cloud started circling his crotch.

"Oh, fuck!" he cried, as the tingling hit.

The swarm was now moving round his thighs and stomach giving affectionate pinches and nips in randomised places.

It was impossible to predict, or to adapt to the pattern, and in the space of a minute, John had come twice.

The swarm now covered his torso and legs and was... was lifting him off the ground?

He was definitely rising and looking down he could see the earth shrink away from him. Soon, he was at least ten feet off the ground and going further up still.

And, sure enough, he had come again.

"Queen slug meals are so much more fun than normal humans!"

"They last so much longer!"

"I love you, Mr Queen Slug Meal!"

After an hour's flight, the swarm was carrying him over to an isolated part of the forest, before they lowered him gently to the ground. He had managed to count 98 orgasms.

***

When he landed in the isolated clearing he was in, he looked up into the sky to see the blue mass fly away. Finally.

He looked down, and damned if his dick wasn't still hard and ready for action. No soreness, tenderness or even redness – he'd turned into a cum-producing machine!

Steeling himself to look away from his new and improved organ, John scouted his surroundings.

What he saw chilled his blood while inflaming his libido once more.

Scattered around him were golden statues depicting men and women immortalised in the throes of ecstasy.

One muscular athlete was positioned on his knees, his face a mixture of anguish and sensation as he stretched his hand into the distance in a futile attempt to grab something that had long since departed.

A bare woman with a toned physique had her head tilted back, mouth wide open as fingers pulled her labia open.

Curiosity got the better of John as he wandered over and cautiously prodded the inside of her mouth with his finger.

It was hollow.

The sculptor had actually carved a cavity for the mouths of these statues.

Intrigued, John knelt down to examine the crotch.

Smooth bumps on the statue resembling moisture droplets dribbled down from it, and as John was surprised to find he could prod his finger inside, discovering more bumps as it went.

Had this sculptor carved moisture droplets INSIDE these cavities too?

It shouldn't surprise him to find that whoever carved these was a pervert, he thought. Especially based on past experience of Hell's denizens.

It was then that he saw... her. A tanned beauty sidling out of the darkness. Her bronzed skin glowing in the light, bright and glimmering blonde hair with traces of dark roots which fell down to her waist.

Her eyelids sparkled with gold specks, while thick black eyelashes defined her crystal eyes.

"Well, hi there," she said, with a friendly smile. "I see the fairies have brought me a friend."

"Er, yeah. They're a bit crazy," he said.

"Oh, they're sweet really. They just want to help."

"...and help, and help, and help and help."

"Interesting statues you've got here," said John, eager to change the topic.

"Oh yes, I use them for pleasure every now and again," she said bluntly.

"But it's been a long time since I've had soft human flesh to enjoy... Would you like to...?"

John didn't need telling twice. He nearly ran up to her and pulled her close in a tight embrace.

Their arms wrestled with each others' backs, their tongues grappled and John was sure he could taste butter on hers.

He reached his hands down onto her ass cheeks, gently pulled her up slightly, ducked to get his 12 inch beast under her slit and slowly rose up.

Her eyes went wide as she accommodated his massive girth – she clearly wasn't used to such size.

"Aaaah-ah-ah... Oooh..." she sighed.

Her silken folds felt delightful as he pumped and pumped, backwards and forwards. After the fairy flight, he had much more staying power, though it helped that her pussy was expertly manipulating his member.

Somehow his dick felt even harder than when he'd come out of the slug queen – now it felt like it was made of concrete, like it was becoming so dense that nerve endings themselves were getting crushed.

His buttocks tensed in anticipation of orgasm, and got tenser... and tenser.

His legs had now seized up and he knew this was going to be a killer orgasm.

"Oh, you're so hard..." breathed the girl. "Just how I like them..."

His stomach tensed, his back tensed, his whole body tensed and when he wondered how good this orgasm was possibly going to be when it came, he looked down.

Gold. His whole body was turning to gold. Pure, gleaming gold.

"I'm sorry, honey," she sighed, breathlessly.

His face muscles then tensed, he gritted his teeth and soon couldn't move his head. He could see, but his entire body had become one hard golden statue.

He could no longer feel her writhing on his dick, now with increased urgency. He couldn't feel her smooth skin sliding across him.

All he could feel was that magnificent orgasm caught in his dick, never to come.

She rode him for another ten minutes before she finally came.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But certain... 'secretions' I produce have the unique effect of paralysing men such as yourself, and preserving their flesh and bone as ultra-dense gold."

"I'm afraid the only way to beat it is to use an antidote I produce when first aroused. So when I next need your cock, you'll be free!"

"The problem with that however, is that the feeling of luscious cum inside me kicks off my mating process, and we'll just end up screwing again, til we're back to where we started."

"Sorry, hun. If it's any consolation, with that package, you're the ONLY one I want to fuck now."

"The others," she gestured to the other equally desperate-looking statues. "Will have to wait."

And with that she left.

John didn't care. He didn't care about that, he just wanted to come, to shoot this explosive load.

After an hour, he was desperate. After six hours, he was mentally pleading for her to fuck his orgasm out of him. After several days, he had given up hope and just wanted it to end by any means necessary.

Eventually, she returned. OH fuck, did this mean he'd get to come? She slinked straight up to him.

"Oh, darling, I neglected you, I'm so sorry," she said, as she brushed a hand past his hardened face.

"Let's fuck!"

And with that, she used his outstretched arms as a climbing frame to slip back into his embrace.

She slid down his golden member like a perverted fireman's pole, letting out a guttural moan.

Without his hips thrusting at her, she made do by bouncing up and down on the insides of his rigid elbows with her hands.

Soon, he could feel himself softening up and as it did, his cock twitched hard. Once. Twice. Three times...

"Gaahhhh...!" he screamed as he shot jet after jet into her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Without meaning to, he began rocking his hips back and forth with his still-hard cock.

No. No. Mustn't.

She grabbed him tight and furiously thrust herself up and down. He grabbed her arms to try and fling her off, but she was deceptively strong, and she pulled her legs tight behind his legs, trapping him in a scissor embrace.

The more John fought against this, the more it forced his hips back and forth, back and forth...

Oh fuck. Her pussy was so slick and tight and he could feel his dick tighten already. The girl didn't care, she just continued to enjoy riding him.

The familiar tenseness returned and crept across his body. Not much later he was a statue once more, with a desperate orgasm awaiting.

Goldie brought herself to another thrashing orgasm and dismounted.

"Well, if you're going to fight back, perhaps I should use whorelip in future," she sniffed.

"Just think yourself lucky you get to fuck me. They don't."

This time she didn't return for weeks. When she did, John lashed out at her for leaving him during his 'release fuck'.

"There are other carnal pleasures here I enjoy besides you," she'd shouted midway through.

After that, he didn't see her for months. The next time he did, he broke down crying into her shoulder.

She comforted him as their bodies contorted, stroking her hands through his hair and holding him close before once again locking him in place, orgasming and leaving him.

An entire year went by after that. Seasons changed, rain poured, leaves fell and snow dropped, only to be replaced with beams of sunlight filtering through the trees.

John didn't move a hair's breadth the entire time – he didn't thirst, didn't hunger, didn't breathe, he just hung on the top of a mountain of desperate release, hoping to plummet downwards.

Eventually, a blue cloud of tiny figures approached. Some of the fairies that had 'helped' him earlier. He'd give anything for that brand of help now.

"It's our friend!" squeaked one.

"Hello friend!"

"We have news!"

"The golden girl's in trouble!"

"Lots of trouble!"

"Whorelip have her!"

"Mother whorelip has her!"

"We got her in trouble!"

"So we could help you!"

One of the fairies flew out of the swarm clutching a miniature conical flask. In scale with the rest of her body, the flask was no bigger than an air bubble in a boiling pan.

Delicately, the fairy leant forward and tipped it over his shoulder. Instantly he felt a warmth spread out as a tiny drop of something hit his shoulder blade. In no time at all the warmth had spread to all his extremities and he found he could move again. 

If the fairies got the girl in trouble to help him, they must have flown in and extracted the antidote when she first became aroused. They were clever little sluts, he'd give them that.

"Take me to her," he said coolly.

The swarm exploded with a chorus of mirth before leading him into the overgrowth once more.

After an hour's trek, the sound of frantic moaning began filling the air, as it permeated through the bushes.

Soon afterwards, John found the source. The girl that had used him and left him so many times was writhing desperately as a whorelip nest curled and slithered round her squirming body.

Between her legs lay a similar bulb to the one that had caused John such frustration. In this case, it's petals were stuck tight to her crotch, and John could tell the tongues were penetrating her pussy, knowing they'd be retreating and squeezing, stopping and starting at just the right time to make sure she never came.

Two standard whorelip buds were suckling her nipples. It was perhaps the hottest thing John had seen since his arrival, though that was starting to lose context.

They'd really done a number on her. She was bucking violently, almost as if she was angry to be denied her right to orgasm.

"How long's she been here?" John whispered.

"Eight months!" chipped a fairy.

"How come she hasn't passed out?"

"She's hellspawn!"

"Hellspawn don't pass out from sex!"

Made sense.

"Having fun?" he sneered, towering over her.

"Get-get me out!" the blonde cried. "Those fucking pixies!"

"I NEED to come!"

"Oh, I bet you do... Too bad I'm still a bit bitter about your tease and denial methods."

"Please... please... I'll do anything... Agghhh!" she cried, her eyes squeezing shut in expectation of a release that would never come. "I'll... I'll be your slave..."

"Yeah, and fuck me and leave me. How dumb do you think I am? I'll just leave you to your friend here."

"Can you erect barriers?" he whispered to the fairies.

"Oh yes! Only Lucifer himself can break a barrier created by as many faes as us!"

"Put one up round this patch. Make sure no-one can ever get in or out again."

"Yes, sir!"

"Nuh-oooohhhh!!!" moaned the golden girl.

"Enjoy yourself," John sneered, hesitating when he realised how much he just sounded like some of the monsters he'd already encountered.

He soon got over it before he turned to leave.

An alternating set of angry screams and desperate moans came from the girl, before a fizzing sound rode over the top of them, silencing them.

Eventually, foliage and greenery shifted to cover a rising wall of bright blue energy.

By the time the fairies were done, it would have been impossible to realise a clearing had ever existed, much less find it.



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 07



***AUTHOR NOTE - If anyone's still following these, sorry for the delay. Real life has made it difficult to find time to just sit down and get these together.

Some of the more puzzling aspects of the Garden will be answered in the next chapter or two after this(which will be the last yay!)and Sinspawn Ch. 03 should be coming soon.

Also, manyeyedhydra fans among you might notice that this is the same certain demon that nearly caught Phil in a Succubus Summoning chapter. It's taken much further in this, forming the basis of an entire chapter, but it's with his permission and there is a potential crossover moment if you can spot it. :) 

***

As he left, John walked with a swing in his step. At last things were going his way. He'd eliminated the risk of dying from forced sperm production, with the added advantage of a massive, wonderfully sensitive dick, thanks to the queen slug. If any vindictive sex fiend caught him, he had the fairies on his side to help him out, which meant even Aura was no longer a threat.

It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining down from... somewhere. The trees – the ones devoid of tits - swayed softly in the breeze.

Now was the time to map out the area properly, and establish any potential exit points leading back home, without having to worry about hopping from place to place while cumming inside a sex fiend. Behind him, the fairies hovered through the air, keeping an eye on him.

John got daring and ran his hand gently through the leaves as he strolled past, taking in the gentle feeling on the palms of his hands.

Without realising, he'd pulled a flower loose of its holding. The head was a bright, deep red, resembling a pair of full and pouting lips. In a good mood, he decided to help the little fellow out by putting it back with its friends. He lightly scooped it up in his hands before trying to place it back in the shrubbery.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was distracted with the flower, a second bud was hovering just behind him. Without warning, the first shot up to face level, positioning his face directly between them.

Floating on green stalks, the buds swelled and swelled until they looked fit to burst before...

*poof!*

A hazy cloud of something blew into his face. It tickled his skin like some kind of dusty... pollen perhaps? Spores? He suddenly became very dizzy, and his legs gave out from under him.

His brain was flooded with flashes of all the creatures that had seduced him – grappling limbs, sinuous vines, exotic lubricants all designed to drive his body into overdrive and keep him pumping for an eternity into the pussies of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

Fuck, he must have been mad to have tried to escape.

Something pierced through his reverie – it sounded like girlish giggling. He'd heard plenty of that – but that was usually some babe sneering at his predicament. This sounded almost... playful.

Damn, he needed release. His cock was bulging with desire and his balls felt tight and fit to blow over.

He didn't have to wait long however. Another flower head sidled up his inner thigh, raised its bloom above his crotch and began slowly sliding down his shaft. It was like a tiny silk glove being dragged down his penis.

As it reached the bottom, the plant began rhythmically contracting, while petals tickled and teased his stomach, perineum and balls.

The sensations were over-stimulating him, and it wasn't long after the plant began a suckling motion that his aroused juices were flowing out of him and into the bulb.

Whorelip, mercifully without a queen, began slithering out to suckle, nuzzle and kiss him. The affectionate plants wrapped tightly round his limbs, holding him to the affections of the plant.

As the dust settled, John began to regain control of his senses. He was supposed to be exploring, not fucking the wildlife!

With a steely sense of determination he tried to pull himself up. Fighting against the restraints of the whorelip's embrace made it extremely difficult – especially when kisses began being planted in exceptionally sensitive areas to distract him. Summoning the last of his strength, he yanked himself upright... into the path of the flower heads.

Again they exhaled and a cloud of dust surrounded his face as he fell back down again, overcome with lethargy and limpness in all but one area of his body, while a heavy warmth spread through him. He was content to lie back once more and enjoy the feeling. The fairies were keeping an eye out to make sure it didn't get too desperate.

The plant sucked harder on his cock now and pulled it through into a hidden cavern deep inside the plant. One that was filling up with a deeply sticky sap; a sap that intensified the delightful sensations brought about by the plant.

He bucked his hips involuntarily at the unrelenting attentions of the plant and before long he'd come.

Thick gunk was slopping down the inside of the plant, making his monster-sized enhanced dick even bigger, to the point he thought he could see the faint outlines of bulging veins through the petals.

His mind became sluggish, as though his brain was filling with a thick, syrupy treacle. His body was becoming heavy and soporific, and his hips were gently, slowly bucking, as if of their own free will.

Only his dick, which was swimming in sensations, felt awake. It was throbbing and pulsing from the plant's unrelenting suction, causing John to moan involuntarily. The flower at his waist gave one final squeeze against his shaft and a sudden torrent of spunk shot out of the tip to be greedily gobbled down by the vine.

Through the bulges travelling along the vine and away from him, John guessed, in his hazy state, that he must have ejaculated at least a gallon.

A gurgle came from somewhere hidden in the foliage and a pumping, squelching sound started to fill the air in a repetitive pattern of squishes and squirts.

A bright pink, enclosed flower bulb about the size of a coffin was emerging from the shrubs.

As it entered his field of vision, John realised the petals shimmered softly with a smooth, highly reflective surface. As a flood of fluid splashed against his member once more, John reasoned the plant must have been newly blossomed, or else it had never emerged from the overgrowth before, such was its flawless covering. 

He began to wonder how a bloom like that would be pollinated when tender sucking enveloped his member and his eyes closed once more, as he gave himself to the pleasure.

A gentle rustling made John He force his eyes open once more, in time to see the large bulb unfurl its petals. As it did so, the slick pink flaps folded outwards and back on themselves, with the tips resting on the floor. A pair of dainty green hands latched onto the top, and began hauling a beautifully slender body out.

At first, John saw the face of the girl inside the flower. It was young and pretty – strikingly so -and her emerald eyes almost seemed to glitter in the light, while lush green hair fell about her shoulders.

As she hauled herself up, a heavy and pendulous pair of breasts followed suit, the ease of her movements seemingly at odds with their scale.

The girl leaned forward and rested her bountiful chest on the edge of the petal while cupping her face in her hands and looking at John imploringly... almost, hungrily...

And John thought he knew why.

If she was a new bloom she was probably hungry, just as with the Caressylis. Unlike the Caressylis though, this creature looked much more helpless and vulnerable.

As her eyes seemed to plead to him, the stalk at his cock vibrated softly against him and he groaned at the new stimulation. This prompted a slightly amused smile from the creature as she looked on.

It's okay, he told himself.

I can stop any time I want. The fairies are nearby to help out.

The flooded chamber of the stalk vibrated again against him, harder this time, eliciting another orgasm and another groan, as his eyes closed and his head tipped back. He thought he heard another giggle too.

I can stop any time.

With the girl's captive lost in his pleasure, a mass of creepers slithered out of her bulb towards him.

They wound quickly around his limbs, but to John's euphoric mind they were just more whorelip, come to delight him, and he smiled unconsciously at the thought.

First they wound round his arms, forcing the restraining whorelip to take its attentions elsewhere.

Then they secured his legs.

With his limbs in place, a mass of vines began wrapping round his torso, keeping him covered in a mound of vines at all times. Only John's head and feet poked out of either end. The whorelip made its getaway before the vines crushed them.

Noticing a change in stimulation, and coming down from his high, John opened his eyes and looked around. He was completely enveloped in vines.

He looked over at the plant girl with a similar look of helplessness in his eyes as the one she sported mere minutes ago. Instead she just smiled back lewdly, winked and blew a kiss his way.

As if in response, the vines carried him over so he was positioned upright at the edge of the flower.

Where the hell are the fairies? John wondered, as a hot surge of panic shot through his body.

A chorus of high-pitched squeaking caught his attention, and as he lolled his head up towards its source, he found his answer.

A small cluster of what appeared to be honeydew plants were bobbing rapidly, each one with a fairy resting on its petals. Except the fairies weren't resting – they were struggling to escape.

They were each stuck to the surface of their plant by a sticky sap, while a herd of bright red stamens coiled round their bodies and probed their most intimate places.

Some were trying to push themselves away from the pad, while others had given up the fight and were lying back as the stamen explored. A select few were actively humping back against the appendages of their captors.

John was on his own and the realisation kicked him into action as he began struggling against the column of vines covering every inch of skin.

The vines weren't too strong and under normal conditions his own force might have been enough to pry them apart.

But whatever liquid his body had been forced to soak up seemed to have sapped all his strength as his muscles – which might as well have been water balloons – were just too weakened to move with any force.

Sensing his movements, the girl giggled again and tossed her flowing hair back with her hands before the vines started to move around her prize. A mass of them pressed into his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades, while those at his front pressed their tips to his flesh and started tracing idly round his stomach, as if their owner was contemplating her next step.

The flower bulb round his cock pulled itself away with an extremely wet squelch and as it did so, a trail of semen flew through the air in an arc from John's glans. As it landed, the bulb sank to the floor and followed the trail, sucking up all the fluid like a faithful dog hoovering up the crumbs from its master's meal.

After so much time spent covered in the thing, John's shaft now felt noticeably exposed – a feeling that was soon taken care of by a pair if vines that snaked round it, pumping the shaft and flicking the head. In comparison to the flower's relentless suction, the new stimulation was unpredictable, causing John's penis to twitch during the occasional brief interval when the vines relaxed their grip.

The vines upped their tempo – pumping and flicking, rubbing and squeezing and John's brain was having trouble keeping up with what they were doing.

John squirmed aimlessly at the feeling, only amusing his captor more, and after only a couple of minutes of overbearing stimulation he shot his load. The manipulations had been too much, too intense and his dick was paying the price. It tingled and ached – a strong message to his head that the 'fun' had to stop, or else serious pain would follow.

Mercifully, the last ejaculation seemed to sate the vines, which ceased their ministrations. 

"Please," John begged of the girl. "I can't take any more..."

The girl frowned as if genuinely confused at his predicament and held out her arms with a hopeful look on her face.

The vines brought John against her body, and she wrapped her open arms like a mother comforting a child who had scuffed his knee. Some of the vines retreated from his body, allowing her to press her arms to his flesh. Raising her left arm, she brought his head forward and lightly placed a kiss on his forehead. It left a sweetly numbing tingle in its wake.

Then, in a very un-motherly gesture, the girl sank down so she was face-to-face with John's member. Leaning forward, she began sucking daintily on John's testicles, spreading a feeling of warm tranquility through them as she did so.

She then dragged her tongue up his shaft, from base to tip, spreading a pleasing heat along it. All the aches and protests of his member melted away in the process, as she sank her mouth over the head and lowered her lips down his shaft. She deepthroated John, leaving his entire girth in a pleasantly warm chamber before she came back up.

Without pausing for air – and why would she need it, John thought – the girl began an alternating licking and sucking of the glans.

It throbbed delightfully at the sensations and spurted heavily into her throat. The girl deepthroated once more and milked every last drop of come down.

John felt dizzy and his head reeled. The Queen Slug may have enhanced his member but he'd just shot more loads in the past hour than he would have in a fortnight back home.

His cock though, told a different story – the girl released it and left it exposed to the air for the first time since his capture.

It tingled and throbbed – far from begging for the stimulation to stop it had changed its tune and longed for nothing more than the feel of a warm, wet and juicy orifice to plunge into.

The girl rose and stepped back into her flower, and beckoned to John with a knowing smile. In his addled state, John just smiled back as the vines roped him in to join her.

He kept up his simple smile even as she embraced him and planted several kisses on his face, each one rendering him even more docile and compliant.

One by one, the vines repositioned themselves to loosely circle the couple, as the pink petals closed around them. The girl pushed John.back against the petal and prepared to mount him.

As she sank onto his member John closed his eyes in bliss. Her body was warm and her skin soft, but her pussy was hot, wet and tight as it closed its moist walls tightly...



Inside, something that wasn't a normal pussy tugged and pulled at John's cock. His glans popped through another tight orifice that sealed so tightly he didn't think it would be possible to get out.

He didn't want to. The orifice was filling with a warm fluid and as it was kneaded into his member by the plant John recognised the sensation from earlier. It was the same sap used by the flower bulb. The girl that was smiling so beatifically at him right now was nothing more than an extension of the plant, used to secure its food source once and for all. But as the heaviness and soporific feelings settled over him once more, John couldn't care less.

His dick squirted a load of ejaculate into the girl's pussy, causing her to gasp and smile back as she batted her eyelashes. She leaned in for a deep kiss and as she did so, John felt a blankness drift blissfully across his mind as he squirted into her again.

He hadn't even noticed as the pod closed around him, leaving a soft pink glow from the base of the bulb. He hadn't noticed as the petals tightened until the couple were just a single mass in a very tight and smooth pink skin.

He hadn't even noticed as the pod ascended into the foliage above.

***

Again and again John squirted and squirted into the eyes of his green lover, over the course of several days.

A dim sense that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't be here started to form as the days drew on, but that tended to disappear with a look at his companion's eyes and a spray of ejaculate.

Over time though, the feeling grew and solidified into the realisation that he had been suckered once more by the garden's traps and wiles.

At one point he thought he could hear movement below, and he felt as much as saw a bright light from the ground, followed by muffled voices.

"Is is mah arren – ah hike oo um ow ear un rewas," came a young girl's voice, who didn't sound old enough to have finished university.

She might have sounded young, but she might be able to free him at least. John opened his mouth to shout to her.

"He..." he began, but got no further before a soft hand closed over his mouth and silenced him.

Without any other means of attracting attention, John thrashed and bucked against the walls of the flower in the hopes the motions would at least draw the young woman's gaze.

It didn't. Or if it did, she just didn't care. It was probably too much to hope to meet another do-gooder like Tara. This latest unknown was probably chuckling at his predicament.

The girl in the pod meanwhile was obviously amused by his thrashings and after a giggle at his expense, she began bouncing in his lap – the orifice that was tightly closed round his glans preventing her from ever breaking contact completely.

John groaned and sank back, defeated, against the petals as another heavy payload shot along his shaft and into his captor and more sap was rubbed against his glans. She had won. He had faced demons that defeated men in the overworld, escaped mind-controlling slugs the size of behemoths and a prison that looked like it held demons for millenia. But in the end, he had been trapped in the garden because he hadn't looked where he was going. The dumb bastard. The dumb, dumb bastard.

His new conqueror was admiring her prize. Basking in the pink glow of the pod, she slid her hands across his torso and licked at his shoulder. Vines swarmed round him to tickle him in exposed spots but he had taken on so much of the sap she had secreted that all he could do was moan in pleasure at their touch.

Time no longer had any meaning – what was the use of it now? - and the only indicator it was passing in the first place was the periodic spurting of his dick.

Eventually, he found it to be most enjoyable, and he gave himself fully to loving his new wife, for that's what they were to intents and purpose – a couple.

Which is why he was most perturbed one day to see streamer-like pink glyphs glide in seamlessly through the walls of their private chamber and start circling his beloved.

They coiled like flat, insubstantial snakes round her arms, effortlessly dragging them from around him and to her sides.

Then the magical ribbons bound round her torso and sank into her flesh.

Pivoting in his lap, his lover groaned and struggled against the bonds as her eyes closed.

John recognised the symbols on the glyphs – they indicated a spell designed to completely overwhelm the senses of the target – be it through inflicting a raging hunger, incite a base rage or scorch the body in liquid pain.

But the pink hue also told him it was a potent sex magick, and the complexity of the symbols indicated it was a higher level one at that. Only a skilled witch or warlock could have summoned them – or a high-ranking demon.

Which meant he'd been found. Hellspawn had homed in on his location and were preparing to get him out – most likely for their own ends.

His beloved was squirming in the grip of the spell, her tight hold on his glans spasming randomly, causing infrequent bolts of pain.

Eventually the muscle dilated, the grip loosened and the spell took its chance to lift the girl off his member and drop her against a petal wall.




Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 07



As she dropped, her pussy began spraying sap into the chamber. The magic still exposed squeezed tightly as it coiled round her breasts and seared her tender green nipples with its heat.

Two ribbons were sliding back and forth against her labia lips while another narrowed at its end as it wrapped round her clit and squeezed.

More and more sap gushed out as the girl yelped helplessly at the inflicted pleasure. John wondered if the hellspawn's mind, if it had one, was being overloaded as his had been on so many occasions.

His ponderings were quickly replaced by concern over the rising level of sap in the bulb. In minutes it had reached his shoulders and he tried forcing himself into as much of a standing position as the pod would allow to keep his airways clear.

He couldn't stem the tide though, and as his gushing, spasming bride contorted while floating in the pod – anchored only by the vines that bound her to it – the sap finally reached his nose. Plugging his nostrils, he held his breath and waited. And waited... And waited....

He had run out of air and instinctively John opened his mouth for more. What greeted him was a mouthful of sweet, sticky sap.

His thinking stopped at once, and - on the brink of passing out – he slumped his shoulders and bobbed in the liquid.

At that precise moment, the shuddering petal walls gave out against the mounting pressure, and as they flew open, the pod sank to the floor.

John flew out as the bulb crash landed and landed sprawled out next to the edge of a petal. Looking back into the plant, he saw his lover contorting under the relentless effects of the spell, but it appeared she had finally run out of sap.

With all the sap she had produced expelled around her, her beautifully smooth, soft green skin was shrivelling and developing wrinkles as if the girl was ageing centuries in seconds.

She screeched and moaned in desperation before a blue cloud of light flew into her and she moved no more.

John crawled over to her, tears welling in his eyes over the creature he once would have wished to slay himself.

"A-are you okay?" he whispered, the idiocy of his words sinking in even as he said them.

Compared to the constant pumping soundtrack that had filled his ears so often recently, the scene before him was deathly quiet.

The girl lay motionless, until the vines leading into her began a slow pulsing into her.

The plant's regenerating her, he realised. Somehow, it was restoring her.

He breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to be alright.

As he exhaled, he too was struck by a blast of blue light. In an instant, his mind seemed to change and rewrite itself and he saw what had happened, as if a veil of affection had been whisked from his eyes.

The blue light was nothing more than another spell – this time to strip both he and the girl of magical influences. In her case, the sex magicks choking her very being, and in his case...

The sap. It was the sap.

The girl had been controlling him through the sap she was rubbing into his body. It had dulled his mind and his senses, instilling a false affection for the overgrown pitcher plant.

And now that the 'girl' was lying motionless in front of him, he saw clearly that she had been nothing more than the lure on the vegetation's trap.

A lure that contained the more delicate nerve endings of the plant perhaps, but a nerve ending all the same.

His eyes followed her vines to the root of the plant, which was pumping nutrients from out of the earth.

Down below, that's where its real heart and brain lay. The babe at the top – nothing more than the lure on the world's greenest fishing line.

But then – why did he still feel a pang of affection as he turned to leave?

***

From out of the shadows, Minni, Mandi and Maxi looked on.

Mandy closed her palm and extinguished the link to her magicks, which had manifested as a chilled blue flame dancing along her fingertips.

"His dick's going to be sore tomorrow," chuckled Maxi.

"Hey, the amount of action he's had it's probably sore 24/7," quipped Minni.

"Didn't you read Sexual Demonology 101? Alraune saliva switches off pain receptors, but heightens pleasure ones.

"She'll have ridden him in a way that sparks as much pleasure as possible in his brain regardless of whether it's good for him.

"He'll bring 'rubbed red raw' to a whole new meaning."

"Maybe we should show him how proper lovers do it, Max?"

"You two, quiet!" hissed Mandy. "He's heading in the direction of Lascivia's domain.

"He stumbles into her and her fluids will heal him nicely.

"But we'll also miss our chance if she captures him for good.

"Let's move..."



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 08



***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Er, this is where it gets a bit dark. In more ways than one. Though this section does focus on an interlude which could be dismissed as adolescent fantasy, but that's kinda the point.

It's something different anyway. If you've been following the series, I'd love to know what you think. I promise all will be explained by the end of it all!***

John was still feeling a little out of sorts as he wandered through the wilderness. Though he may have been under the influence of the demonic sap secreted by his previous captor, he had still formed what felt like a very real connection to the lover that held him tight inside it.

Her death it seemed it had taken a very real mental toll on him.

As he stumbled aimlessly forward, he saw her shrivelling face in every crinkled fern, every twisted shrub. The scream she had made -- it was like the screech of the mandragora he and several of his less gifted wizard chums used to uproot for shits and giggles.

Back then they had laughed themselves sick over a face on what looked like a sweet potato scrunching up and giving a piercing howl. The girl's scream wasn't amusing in the least -- it had chilled his very bones.

Still, at least he was free. That was something, right? Right?

A stinging pain from the head of his member distracted him. Looking down he could see the skin on his glans red and dry and on the verge of blistering. His shaft had several sores where the foreskin had cracked open.

As he stared in horrified trance at the wounds, the pain steadily grew as the chemicals he had taken on wore off.

He sank to his knees and screamed as a burning pain hotter than any coal engulfed his crotch.

None of the garden's other creatures had left him in such a state, but then none of the other creatures had ridden him as hard as the girl in the flower.

Minutes passed as an eternity with his mind helplessly focused on the pain, until eventually the sensation died away and he was left with a persistent tingle, as if he had rubbed his dick in a handful of stinging nettles.

When he regained a level head, he realised it had gone dark around him. For the first time ever, he had seen night in the garden. Had it really taken this long, or was he always incapacitated at night?

Probably the latter, he accepted glumly.

There was no moon in the sky, or even stars. Nothing but an endless black void, as if a bucket of ink had been emptied onto the pink canvas of the garden's daylit sky, and had spread across the entire work.

Yet despite the endless noir, moonlight seemed to be filtering in from somewhere and fell onto an isolated hollow tree trunk that lay on its side like a makeshift bench.

John wandered over and sat as he pondered what on earth to do next. He was never leaving -- that much he had accepted like Tara. But whereas Tara had resigned herself to an eternity of pleasure, even that fate was denied to him. Though he had not chosen capture during his last encounter, he had given himself to it with glee, only to have it ripped away from him at the hands of a mystery spellcaster.

He sank his head into his hands, while his elbows perched on his knees, and he began to cry.

It seemed he was determined to wander the garden forever in despair, forever alone. If he couldn't find a way back to Earth, maybe he could find a way to another realm of Hell, where some demon would be only too happy to consume his soul, ending it forever. If he played his cards right, it might not even be painful.

"Are you alright?"

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder as the soft feminine voice spoke to him. As he looked over his shoulder, the woman slinked round in front of him and stood to face him.

She had pale, sheet-white skin and a similar shade of hair, that fell about her in snow-white shoulder-length tresses.

Despite the cold hue surrounding them, her eyes were a warm cyan that welcomed his gaze and she was wearing a friendly smile.

As John's eyes inevitably fell down across the rest of her body, he saw she was wearing a strapless black dress that left her arms exposed and, like a tight corset, lifted her not inconsiderable chest, pushing it out. It looked like it was about to overflow and spill out in front of him.

The dress expanded outwards from her tight waist down to the floor, forming a bulbous crinoline skirt that gave John absolutely no frame of reference with which to guess the appearance of her legs.

"I'm fine..." he began, having long overcome his shyness around both erotic and bizarre physical attributes.

"Oh, you don't look fine, you poor thing..." she began, as she strode towards the bench. No... strode was the wrong word. It was more like glided, as if she was standing on a platform supported by several thousand ants.

John was beyond trying to fathom such things, or even caring.

"So, what are you after?" he began bitterly. "Sperm for food, for hunting or sheer perverse pleasure?"

"No such thing," she said without a hint of offence.

"I picked up on your loneliness. I'm here to comfort you -- my name is Matron.

"Whenever a guest finds this all too much, it's my job to comfort them. That's my job."

"'Guest'? 'Comfort them'? I'm supposed to be in Hell! I should be in a realm of eternal misery!"

"You didn't die," she said, with the air of someone correcting another's grammar.

"So you're a guest. Not to be harmed... too much."

"I think my dick would take issue with that logic," he muttered.

"Oh, come now. It's not really harm if you want it."

He stared ahead vacantly.

"I was cut loose. I didn't want to leave."

"Of course you didn't," the woman simpered, as she put an arm round his back and stroked a hand through his hair.

"I feel so... so sorry you had to go through that."

John could feel his eyes welling up. Oh God no. Not the waterworks. He hadn't done that in front of someone since he was 10. He could always remember the feeling, the pressure building, the knowing sense of inevitability, that there was no way out of this situation without an embarrassing bout of blubbing.

"I... I just want it to end!" he blurted, as his eyes contorted.

"I know. Oh, warlock... I know..."

"I... I was happy on earth and when I came here, I-I thought it would just be a matter of finding the exit and going, but now... Now I know there is no exit, there is no way home, there's just this forever and ever and ever... and I thought if I could at least stay happy it wouldn't be so bad but that's not going to happen, is it..."

"Oh, come on, please don't cry..." the woman said as she pulled his unresisting head to her, allowing it to rest on her enormous bosom.

As his sobs died down, John began to speak again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost control like that...

"You're not a normal demon, are you?"

"I just want to help you... You shouldn't have to struggle through this alone."

"No, I don't want to..."

"I can help you..."

"You can?"

"What if I told you I can soothe all the despair, all the pain and misery away. If I could take it from you and leave only contentment?"

"How?"

"It's what I do," she stroked his hair again. "It's the sole reason for my existence. To absorb the pain of others."

"Doesn't sound nice."

"Oh, I don't feel it myself. I only remove it. I take it away. I leave a hole in the most painful part of one's soul and fill it with bliss."

A rational man would have known that ripping someone's soul apart and stitching it back together could never be a good thing, but John wasn't rational. He was depressed, angry and above all else, desperate. Desperate for a resolution, desperate for release, desperate for an end.

"What do I do?"

"First, I need a kiss. To taste your suffering."

John was reluctant to lift his head off her chest. He'd found it quite comforting.

Slowly, he lifted his head to hers, parted his lips and leaned in.

Matron took the lead and pressed her tongue gradually into his mouth. She explored the inside of it, and extended it out further an unnatural amount, until John feared she might clog his airway.

She withdrew and frowned as she looked at him with eyes so deep he feared he may drown in them.

"You have been through the wars," she said.

Her eyes closed as she swilled her tongue around in her mouth. From inside her expansive skirt, a series of organic gurgles sloshed around as though her insides were reforming themselves before her eyes opened once more.

"I'm ready," she said, eyes locked on John's.

"What do I do?"

"Embrace me, that's all," she answered.

Matron got off the log and moved to face John once more and glided forward until the front of her skirt was pressing against his legs. Just as he was beginning to wonder how she could possibly sit on his lap, the skirt peeled open at the front, exposing a mass of squirming, wriggling flesh.

Organs slithered and curled like worms and entrails and the entire ensemble glistened with a slick coating of ungodly juice. John's face froze in a mask of shock.

"Don't be scared," Matron cooed, as the flaps of flesh opened wide to engulf him.

"You'll enjoy this."

Perhaps from the shock, or perhaps from the lack of alternative options, John went with the plan and embraced Matron, wrapping his arms round her mercifully intact upper torso, while the mass she rode on closed round his back.

It sealed down him, lifting his backside off the trunk until it too was covered inside the flesh.

Inside, the organ was delightfully warm, acting almost as a snug, moist chamber. Ripples and motions forced the innards against his own flesh and came away reluctantly with the oil sticking to both parties initially. His body and legs were massaged by the insides while something inherently sinful slid tightly over his cock and squeezed slowly and insistently along his entire shaft. Two smooth little spongy cups began sucking at his balls like the tight mouths of the world's hottest young porn stars but without the intrusion of teeth.

He gasped at the sensation as he gripped Matron before slumping into her once more.

As he rested his chin on her shoulder, she simply smiled evilly at his response.

His prick was tight inside something warm and slippy, wet and sticky and with every suck he felt almost like his balls were being drawn up with it.

Something flat and slippery lapped at his perineum while a hundred wriggling worms seemed to be engulfing his feet.

With the attention of the sucking organ and the delights of the chamber, John was helpless to prevent the build-up of pressure in his groin and the lapping at his perineum and sucking at his balls only stimulated him further as a hot load pulsed along his shaft in heavy shots. The head of his cock sang in happy pleasure as it did so.

He convulsed in a fit of pleasure, but the all-encompassing suction meant his body was held rigid as he rode it out.

Something small and spongy pressed at the entrance to his arsehole, sending an electric shock of pleasure forwards and along his prick as it worked against his sphincter. 

He writhed helplessly at the feeling and the constant squeezing suction at his crotch scored another load from his mesmerised manhood.

"Mmm," purred Matron as she rode atop him, her torso astride the fleshy prison that had swallowed so much of him, sucking and kissing his flesh. 

The organ that had so comfortably entered his anus squeezed, and at once a warm liquid squirted against the inner walls of his rectum, seemingly sinking into its inner walls rather than sliding along it.

As it did so, a hint of some form of greater pleasure flashed across John's mind. It was something beyond mere sexual satisfaction, beyond mere orgasm.

"Looks like you need another dose," observed a smiling Matron.

Another squirt shot inside him, much stronger this time, and spreading out noticeably across his body. Somehow defying his body's own physiology, a warm, thick liquid seemed to be spreading across him.

As it did so, he felt a stronger sense of that same bliss. The nirvana now overtaking seemed to be singing to his soul, caressing it, pleasing it, making love to it.

He closed his eyes and sighed, and orgasmed.

This time the load he shot was much, much thicker than before, but it came out much more lazily. It felt like it wouldn't have made the journey out at all had the suction delighting his member not assisted it.

As he came more fluid flooded into him, overwhelming his senses. His eyes closed as he gave himself to it, his body seemingly floating away.

Matron's flesh squirmed around him, and as he opened his eyes he was taken aback to find her standing upright once more, with nothing more of him than his head poking out of her crotch.

The liquid that had pleasured him so still seemed to slosh around him, and perhaps because all feeling in his body had seemingly left it, the orgasm now taking hold of him was one that sang to his very soul. It was everywhere and nowhere, his entire being simply filled with liquid bliss.

A slopping wet sound was coming from within Matron's folds, which seemed to compress -- as if his body was no longer there, or had been wrung, like a wet rag.

With that, his head was pulled inside with a wet, squelching pop. Inside her folds, it was dark, warm... and snug. He could no longer see anything, but the wet rubbery suction that gently pulled at his skin meant that wasn't bothering him.

Instead, his brain fizzled and short circuited as the bliss seeped inside, sweetly kissing it away.

Matron's voice came from far away, but while he heard the words, their meaning failed to seep in.

"Ahhh.... you're mine now, child. Mmmm... Your soul tastes delicious, I'm going to enjoy playing with it..."

He became aware of orifices, organs, tubes and sensations. It was if he was becoming one with Matron herself, and as it happened he heard moans of pleasure reverberating around him.

The cries of satisfaction of hundreds of others bubbled around him in a collective consciousness of exquisite pleasure.

He was surrounded by rippling, sucking, slopping flesh and it pulled gently at his mind itself, until he could feel it falling apart at the seams, as he gave himself to the encompassing nirvana...

***

White light throbbed and shimmered around him. The moans -- the moans were still there, but they faded, they withdrew...

John's eyes fluttered open. He was looking up a pale white ceiling. A lamp hung from an electrical cord, its bulb surrounded by a blue metal shade. He was lying in a single bed, all white mattress, duvet and pillow.

Looking down, John saw he had had a bit of an accident last night. There wasn't just a damp patch near his crotch, there was practically a puddle. What had he been dreaming of?

Oh wait... was it? Plants? Demons? He could have sworn he dreamt something even ate him -- literally swallowed him -- as well.

What the hell did he have to eat last night?

"John! Breakfast's ready!" called a voice from outside the room.

As he unsteadily got to his feet, he saw a neatly folded shirt and jeans combo laid out for him on a chair near the door. He pulled them on before making his exit.

Opening the door, he was greeted by a corridor of white wall, white ceiling, and white carpet. It was very... white. As he stepped out into the unusually thick carpet, his feet sank into the rich depths of it. Every step was like an exceptionally pleasant miniature hug against his bare feet.

It was the same as he went down the stairs and entered the kitchen.

A woman with a cream and white chequered dress was busy washing a few pots and pans. It was his... mother, that was it.

"Are you alright dear? You look a little off?" she said, catching the momentary signs of confusion crossing his face.

"Yeah, sorry," he grinned sheepishly. "Had a very odd dream last night, taking me a while to wake up."

"Sounds awful," she sympathised. "Here, have some breakfast, you'll feel better in no time."

She placed a white bowl in front of him, filled with milk. John reached for a spoon when he stopped.

Milk? On its own? Shouldn't there be something else...?

Oh wait, no. Of course. It was milk. What was wrong with him today?

Grabbing the bowl with both hands, he lifted it to his lips, tilted and drained it.

Within seconds of it flowing into his tum, he was already feeling better. Mum was as good as her word.

"Now then," she beamed. "I've got to head off for a spot of shopping, but your college classes are still postponed to this afternoon.

"They say they just need to check all their brand new equipment before it can be used, but they've ASSURED me, it'll be ready for your 2pm."

Equipment. Classes. Right. Damn college.

"In the meantime, why don't you go and see Ms Fir next door? She's just bought that new car, but say she's hopeless with them. You could show her what all the gizmos do."

"Er..." John remembered Ms Fir. She was in her mid-30s, seemed to be perpetually single and she terrified him -- mainly because he found her mix of physical beauty and flirtatious attitude a bit... compelling.

"Oh come on, you're 18 now," chided his mother, apparently thinking he was worried he'd be fussed over. "She'll treat you as a man, not a baby."

That's what he was afraid of.

***

With a mounting sense of trepidation, John knocked on Ms Fir's door and waited as footsteps approached for the latch to turn.

"Yes?"

When the door opened, he was greeted by a vision of voluptuous beauty. The stunning bronzed woman standing before him had obviously just flung on her dressing gown, because beneath it there rested a skimpy babydoll and not a single rag more.

Not that John was looking -- as Ms Fir leaned one arm against the doorframe with the other propping open the door, the robe parted to fully expose the revealing number.

It hugged her body tightly, while a veil light as air almost floated round it. A hefty bosom pressed and strained against the cups, threatening to spill out at any moment.

Ms Fir gazed at him with an air of amused interest, brunette ringlets bobbing as she cocked her head to one side.

"Er... I... I... came to see... if you needed help with the car..." John managed.

"Oh did you now? That's so sweet! Come in, sit down, have a drink!"

"Thank you Ms Fir."

"Oh please, how long have we been neighbours? Call me Lucy. Come on in."

'Lucy' leaned back against the door to allow John room to enter -- though not much. He had to squeeze to fit past her, brushing against her chest in the process.

He couldn't help but feel she could have easily given him more space to get in.

Once inside the house he followed the entrance hall to a large lounge decked out with a large sofa, a grand piano, a minibar and an enormous television. The floor was covered in a soft fur rug that almost seemed to sway in a non-existent breeze.

THIS was living. Had she worked in some high-flying career at some point, or simply done a deal with the devil?

"Have a seat, hon. Would you like a drink?"

"Er... no, thank you Ms F... Lucy."

As he sat down, nay sank into the luxuriously soft cushions of the sofa, he took a look at what was being shown on the television. It was a music video showing a bevy of scantily clad beuaties gyrating on a stage set seemingly in nowhere, while a rig of lights ran pulsing sequences behind them.

They all had killer bods, and it became obvious they hadn't got into the industry through their voices.

Though he would normally have quite liked to see more, being in Ms Fir's house it would probably be a good idea to change channel to avoid mutual embarrassment.

John began to reach for the channel changer but had barely lifted his hand when a flash from the television stunned him. The lights behind the girls had flared up suddenly and dazzled him.




Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 08



He still felt a bit dizzy in fact. What had he been about to do?

The girls were now really getting into their act -- they danced seductively, while staring at the camera -- at John -- with eyes that seemed to bore into him.

It was mind-blowingly hot and John was getting increasingly harder the longer it went on.

A second flash and the girls were pressing up against each other, licking, nibbling and kissing and stealing suggestive looks at John. His member strained for release, but he could only watch.

Another flash and the girls were now crowding round a single man on a seat who had his back to them. John was growing dizzier with every burst of light, but he could very easily believe the man seated in the chair was him.

The girls were no longer just gyrating, they were kneeling... The man was groaning... they were actually giving him a blowjob on screen!

He was going mad, he had to be, but the longer he stared, the more he seemed to sink into the sofa, while his cock felt like it was growing wetter and wetter. He felt pressure on it... like a tongue. It was like he could actually feel the blowjob himself! 

John's head span in its own little tornado and the feeling grew stronger and stronger, while the girls on screen got more enthusiastic, until... he was so close...

"Having fun, dear?"

A soft hand on his arm snapped him out of his reverie. Lucy was leaning over him with an amused smile on her face.

Panicking he reached for the remote and flicked over to the next channel. Instead of attractive girls, this one featured darkness, with an occasional jet of fire erupting in the background. Lumps of meat swung from chains, and tormented screeches mingled with sinister cackles constituted background noise. Suddenly, from nowhere a bloody torso flew against the screen, hitting it with a bang before sliding slowly down.

The torso had chunks missing as well as several marks where it had been pierced by some kind of spike or length of barbed wire.

As it smeared itself down the screen, its head entered John's view. And froze his blood.

It was him. His head. His face. Looking as if it had endured unimaginable suffering. He could pick up a faint whiff of relief in his television doppelganger's expression -- presumably relief the torment it had endured was over.

Lucy quickly changed the channel once more.

"I never liked horror flicks," she muttered.

"Wasn't that... me?" whispered John, transfixed no longer on the screen but more generally on the television set.

"Oh hon, it just jumped out that's all. The mind does play tricks on us sometimes when we get a fright."

"But..."

*flash!*

It was the music channel again and the girls were still dancing away, though this time without offering oral sex.

"I... er, what was I...?" John began.

"Oh, I love these girls!" enthused Lucy, as she sat down next to him. With all the space on the sofa, she somehow managed to press against him. "I just find those outfits so... hot!"

John tried to get out an apology for getting busted watching the group's earlier performance.

"Um... I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't realise how... er, explicit this band got."

"Oh, don't worry about it! It's easy to get caught up in their act... I often do..."

She placed a reassuring hand on his leg. John wanted to say something but found himself just admiring the act more. Something about it was very compelling.

*flash*

The girls were back to rubbing against each other.

*flash*

They were kissing once more, and Lucy's hand was sliding up his thigh.

*flash*

They seemed to be approaching closer, almost as if they were emerging from the box itself.

Lucy's hand lay at his crotch, but he was too caught up in the act to care. He was lost in their seductive glances, their apparent love of dancing really up close to each other, and their occasional foray into a group grope.

Trying to think about anything other than the majestic sight before him would be like trying to doggy paddle upstream through a river of thick treacle.

"John?" Lucy enquired.

"....yes?..." he murmured absently, hardly aware of the voice he was answering to.

"How do you feel about me?"

"...worried, scared... don't want you to think I'm a pervert..." the words tumbled out of nowhere and had gone from his mind within a second of being uttered.

"John, are you sexually attracted to me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me John?" Her hand squeezed his rock hard shaft.

"...yes..." he breathed.

Lucy's fingers were unzipping his fly, and two warm hands lifted his member out of his underpants, exposing it to the air.

"What is it you like about me John?" she asked, while a gentle thud indicated her gown had dropped to the floor.

"...everything... face, hair, body, tits, experience..." John droned.

Lucy was in front of him and was giving his shaft a tentative lick.

"From now on you don't have to worry about how you think you'll look around me, John," she instructed.

"From now on, if you want me, you can express it, you can act on it. We're all friends here."

John gasped as she took his shaft in her mouth and gently bobbed at his crotch.

"Okay... Lucy...."

For several minutes, the room was silent save for soft slurping coming from Lucy's mouth. As John's dick began to pulse, Lucy grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV, so the picture cut just as John passed the point of no return.

Her gasped in shock as he returned to his senses to find her pleasuring him, shooting a ropey length of semen into her mouth, which she duly swallowed.

"What the...?"

"Sorry hon, just thought I'd give us both a little treat! You don't mind do you?"

"Oh, er no. Sorry, I was miles away." How embarrassing, he thought. Oh well, they were both friends, nothing to get too cut up about.

Lucy just grinned in response, before sidling up between his legs, pressing her beautiful breasts into his chest and kissing him on the lips.

"Come on," she said, picking up his hand in hers. "Let's have some real fun."

John just couldn't believe his luck. One minute he was about to help show the MILF of his dreams from next door how to make the most of her car, the next he'd drifted off to find her blowing him before taking him by the hand into the bedroom!

Upstairs, in a comparatively small room lay her boudoir. The walls were bright red, as was the shag carpet.

In the centre lay a large four poster bed with what looked like black leather sheets and red drapes.

No other chests or pictures adorned the room -- they didn't need to as far as John was concerned.

Lucy turned to face him and undid her baby doll. For the first time he got to see her complete body, and already his shaft was returning to full size.

She was breathtaking, like a centrefold model. Her breasts though large and rounded were firm and curved defiantly upwards at their base.

Her stomach was smooth and toned, while her thighs were taut and her pussy was completely smooth, with a glimmer that could be merely a trick of the light or the first signs of arousal.

"Like what you see?" she tittered.

"Yeah... You're a... a... goddess..."

Well, come and get this goddess!" she giggled. "And worship at her thighs!"

She stepped back and allowed herself to fall onto the bed, on which she sank softly and noiselessly.

John charged forward and lunged at her, sliding on the sheets, and feeling warm material, smooth as oil slide past his skin, until he careened into her.

With hidden strength, Lucy pulled him the rest of the way so he lay on top of her, and with dextrous grace lifted him by the hips and positioned him so his shaft was at the entrance to her vagina. As she let go, he slid inside her in one swift motion.

With any possibility of foreplay well and truly eliminated, John focused on the feelings she was giving him. She was already incredibly wet and offered John no resistance as he slipped in. Despite her relative age, she was incredibly tight and no sooner was he in than a group of muscles moved around his cock, gently squeezing it as he began a pumping motion.

He sighed gently before picking up the tempo and getting faster and faster. In return she held him close and trembled, before the two of them came together in harmony.

"Again..." she sighed, rolling on top of John to take charge.

The two came again and again, in all manner of positions -- some new to John. He was surprised both by how much Lucy seemed to enjoy the things he wouldn't have expected, like anal, and by how controlling she could get.

Often, she would use unexpected strength to push him into the folds of the bed, which seemed to wrap around him, to hold him immobile while she rode him to ecstasy.

He lost track of time caught up in her embrace. His passion or desire never wavered and it may well have been months before the day she was holding him tightly, about to reach a mutual climax when...

*BANG!*

John had no idea how long ago he had stopped thinking, but he was awake now -- and he was in pain.

He was lying on his back, racked with a burning sensation across his entire body. The slightest of breezes brushed over him, but it felt like a blazing rake scratched across him.

He looked down at his body and screamed. His skeletal structure seemed exposed to the air, with ribbons of tissue wrapped around it and veins gently pulsing as they carried the flow of blood.

He could hear his own heart beating like a drum before him.

Around him a red light glowed, and as he looked at the floor, he found its source. A symbol had been etched into the earth he was lying on, and he was sharing it with Matron. Or at least her body. She lay motionless on the ground, a sparkling pink dust flew out of her inner folds and wrapped itself around John. As it did so, he saw muscles and flesh regenerating before his very eyes, as if feeding off Matron was replenishing him.

As each section of his body recovered, a blue glow emanated from it, cooling the fiery sting that had engulfed it. In minutes, he felt as good as new. 

Physically at least. Inside his head, there was a different story.

"Well, that was unexpected," said a familiar voice.

He sat up and looked around. Mandy stood before him, her forearms lifted outwards, palms up.

Each hand supported a glowing ball of flame -- one red and one blue, aligned with the magic surrounding him.

"Glad to see me?"



Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 09



AUTHOR'S NOTE ---- Ooh-er... Sorry it's taken so long folks. Real-life's been much busier over the past few months.

If it's any consolation, this one's quite long, and there should be another story (though not from the garden) coming very soon...

There's now just one chapter (hmm... maybe two TOPS) left until the end of the Garden series though!

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Mandy closed her fists as the light around him faded.

"I see you met Matron. She likes to prey on the vulnerable while keeping them in her own private purgatory.

"She gobbled you up, ripped your body to bits and sent your soul to her own little dimension. She had complete power over you there – you'd have felt or believed whatever she wanted you to.

"You're very lucky – you're the first person ever to return from it. It took me a lot of study to find a spell to bring you back in one piece. You should feel honoured."

John was more preoccupied with fighting the urge to vomit.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you again," she beamed.

"I thought you were just an impotent scrote at first. But when I heard you had been chosen by the Queen Slug, I thought you worth a second look."

John sat up, narrowed his eyes and merely stared. He had had it with these lunatics. Nothing he did no longer made any difference to his plight. He may as well just lie down and let her do her thing.

"Yes, I think I shall enjoy you, warlock," continued Mandy, oblivious to his resignation, as she sauntered towards him, slinking her hips.

A sinister expression formed on her face as she stared down at him.

"I shall make you beg me to use you. You will pay for daring to resist us earlier.

"First, let us put your aptitude for duelling to the test."

John's eyes widened. This was the first time anyone had mentioned duelling. As in actual combat. He froze in panic.

"Get up, warlock," snarled Mandy. John continued to stare, motionless.

"I said, GET UP!"

Narrow bolts of red light flashed from her palms and slapped John's torso. The motion flung him to his feet, where he teetered drunkenly in confusion.

"This will never do. I want you to come at me with all your might! 

"Rabidus!"

Another flash of red light coalesced into the shape of a wolf's head, with teeth bared, and lunged for John, before sinking into his body. As it did so, he felt a burning rage seethe through him, as a guttural cry of rage erupted from his tortured psyche. 

He was fire, he was anger, he was a living psychosis and he would tear the unholy flesh from the nearby bitch's body.

"N-gaaarrrrr!!!!"

He charged at Mandy, not caring about protective spells or wards, or preparing his own offensive magicks. He would simply rip her throat out.

"Constrictum Voluptuosus!"

An array of bright pink streamers shot out of her hand before he could get halfway to her. As they hurtled towards him, they seemed to glow and diffuse a pale light, each one not so much a length of rope as a trail of glowing glyphs.

In seconds, they were brushing past his skin. Intangible lengths of strange, alien characters flowed over his body, their form nothing more than glowing light.

As each one glided across his arms and his limbs, they radiated a warmth that lingered, just for a second, before fading away. He tried shaking his arms to free them of the insubstantial bindings, but it made no difference as they wrapped themselves further and further round the limbs.

John tried instead to pull his left arm to his right, in a bid to pull the bizarre and luminous cord off, but his hand simply passed through the bizarre symbols, which carried their relentless motion unhindered, a breezy warmth rolling over every inch of skin they passed.

It was incredibly difficult to escape the attentions of the glowing ribbons, and it was getting harder still to deny that their warm and sensuous strokes were actually feeling really good.

Already his arms were wrapped in the strange restraints, and as more of them flew forward to greet him, his thighs and legs were quickly wrapped in the bizarre lights.

They swam down past his shoulders to coil round his chest and stomach, causing John to shudder at the teasing streams of heat they created.

He had almost forgotten about Mandy, who took the time to mock his predicament.

"Well, I did want to talk, but seeing as how you're all tied up..." the beautiful demon laughed.

"I would say you're a hard man to pin down, but..."

John looked down at his body, which was covered in a sliding mass of pink glyphs, which coiled and curled elegantly round every inch of his flesh. They had no substance or density to speak of, but yet they seemed to hold him tighter than any bonds ever could.

The lengths of the spell at his thighs slithered up his member and wrapped round the aroused organ. They continued to slide round it, creating a constant motion that continued even when it was completely covered.

Blood rushed to his member as the spell kept up its teasing, the lightest warmth lapping around his entire penis at once. John groaned and tried to shake, in a futile effort to work them off.

Yet more of the seemingly endless ribbons now coiled themselves gently round his head, sliding round his ears.

As they did so, a soft and melodious woman's voice seemed to trickle into his ears, as if from far away. It was almost as if the symbols were being read aloud when they passed his eardrums, and despite not having the first clue what was being said, John felt a strong compulsion to just stop and listen.

It really was the most beautiful voice – soft and melodious, light and feathery and John temporarily forgot his troubles as his eyes lowered shut and he listened.

The teasing at his crotch seemed only to coax him to ever higher levels of arousal, but he started to wonder if the delightful soundtrack might be enough to tip him over the edge.

"Si lua me hoo soo arn yee keem..." the woman sang, in a form that was more a melody than an incantation.

As he listened rapturously, his legs were effortlessly lifted clean off the floor as more and more of the pink, translucent ribbons slithered up his calves and round his thighs, the tantalising warmth lingering as they did so.

John shuddered as the pleasure at his waist mounted, but only succeeded in wiggling his torso round his limbs while the glowing pink trail of symbols vied for an ever greater hold.

When a warm palm wrapped round his member, John gasped and opened his eyes – only to be greeted by a pink haze, as the ribbons slid over his eyes, his entire body now mummified in the insubstantial light show.

The pink haze seemed to grow more and more intense, until it became his entire environment. 

He was in freefall, floating through a realm of the colour, that voice filling his mind and pleasure grasping his crotch.

In the distance, a figure was emerging. It was getting closer... closer...

'She' was a woman, a nude woman – a very elegant nude woman who was calling out to him...

He was floating closer and closer as she called to him in that lilting language, the words seeming to send pleasure bubbling up inside his member.

Long hair was flowing over her face, preventing him from truly getting a good look, but as she came closer and closer, so too did his impending orgasm.

She was so close, and he was so close... So close...

She reached out to wrap her arms round him when...

She had gone. He was back in the garden and at his waist was... Ohhhh....

Mandy was bobbing up and down, her mouth sliding along his shaft, sucking at his member. The spell's wrappings now had him suspended in midair, held like a trophy for the succubus to suck at her leisure.

As her head bobbed up and down, her plump lips wrapped round the organs, her face turned into a mischievous smile.

The stimulation finally tipped John over the edge, and he gave himself to the onslaught, unloading inside of the mouth of the pretty young la..- succubus – that was still attached to his crotch.

Mandy lifted her head away, leaving the warlock suspended in mid-air by the glyphs, and brushed her wrist against her lips to mop up John's juices.

She ran her fingers against John's chest, as she gazed lustfully at him.

"You see, warlock, I can be nice too. The spell I used on little Miss Moss over there was really just so I could stun her and get you to myself later on.

"Now that I have you, I just want to make you feel good. That's all I ever wanted, really."

"But you want to drain me dry..." John began feebly.

"Oh come, if I wanted to do that, I wouldn't have let your mind surface just now, would I? I could have kept you trussed up like a turkey until I'd sucked up all your insides, but I didn't.

"You see, it's so much more fun when you boys are willing. We get to have all kinds of fun then. I mean, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that?"

John blushed. He didn't want to admit it, but he really had. It was perhaps the first time he had been able to experience unworldly pleasures and keep his sanity since arriving at the garden.

He also recognised the look in Mandy's face. Succubus or no, he recognised that look – it was one of victory, of confidence.

He was sure he could use that to his advantage.

"Yeah... I guess you're right Mandy," he sighed.

"I am?" her face turned into a delighted grin. Despite being a centuries-old demon, Mandy now looked like a little girl who learned she was finally getting that pony for Christmas.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, I became so focused about getting out of here, you know? I guess it never occurred to me I could actually enjoy myself here."

"We could enjoy each other together..." Mandy cooed, running a finger down the centre of his stomach, while taking care to avoid the glowing strands of her spell.

"Yeah... I'd like that... I'd like that a lot... Let me down, and we can do anything... everything..."

Mandy beamed as she slowly twirled a finger in mid-air. Gradually she picked up pace, and the more she twirled, the looser and fainter the strands holding John became. Soon he was on the floor and exposed once more.

Now, he could get close to Mandy and this time, catch her off-guard on his own terms.

Only... he didn't like the look on her face... she didn't look excited any more, in fact she looked downright contemptuous.

"How dumb do you think I am, warlock?" she snarled, as he took his first steps towards her.

"Pellax Complectus!" she yelled, as she flung her hand in his direction.

A translucent ball of orange bubbled out of Mandy's palm and sprang through the air towards him, shifting and expanding as it did so. John failed to react in time and by the time it hit him in the stomach it was the size of his torso.

Whatever Mandy had summoned shifted round him with an almost-tangible mass. It was more 'present' than the pink streamers that had wrapped him up, but it still seemed as if the physical solidity of the thing was always just of reach. Wherever it went though, a warm glow left a gentle heat sinking into him, making his flesh feel loose and jelly-like.

John struggled and flung himself round to try and dislodge the glowing lump, but to no avail – it slid effortlessly around him and out of the reach of his efforts to fend it off, its warm signature slowing his movements, as it sapped his energy and slowed his mind.

It had soon positioned itself at his front and sank down into his crotch. John's eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed to his knees, then backwards onto his rear.

His dick was expanding in what felt like heated liquid gelatine, while his testicles floated in freefall inside the heated sack.

Gentle ripples fluttered up and down the length of his shaft, the heat pumping his member with a delicate touch. His balls bobbed on an undulating current.

Mandy had completely changed expression yet again – now no longer the sinister and aggressive demon, she was a picture of playful schoolgirl.

"Isn't that nice?" she cooed, standing triumphantly over him. She leaned down and stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers.

John lifted a hand to swipe it off, but he could only lift it halfway up before it fell limply down.

His dick twitched once, then twice, then gently pulsed a load inside the orange blob embracing it. A faint orange glow burst from the magical entity's core, before it shuddered... and then expanded.

It slid down his thighs and reached round his waist to wrap round his buttocks.

He was feeding it, he realised. His sperm was food for the spell, and he would shoot into it until, what? He died? It was big enough to kill him?

"It likes your seed," observed Mandy with a wry smile. 

"I call it my 'lustful snuggle' – it's a mix of the soothing spells used to anaesthetise warlocks in the overworld and my own sex magicks.

"It will constantly sap the energy from any part of its prey's body it can reach while distracting them by keeping them in a state of complete ...contentment.

"I don't mind admitting I've used it a few times myself on the odd cold and lonely night, but I can detach myself. There will be a piece of my mind that's ever the observer, able to step in and fend it off once it's had enough of me.

"But on a human though.... Oh, I envy you, you'll be so wrapped up in it, you'll let it take you completely!"

Another twitch and he shot another load – the blob spasmed, before a couple of ripples appeared in the surface of it. It expanded sideways and wrapped round his midriff level, reaching out to secure his arms.

Although the spell was insubstantial, any effort John made to move his arms was futile, as they instead fell limp and succumbed to warmth.

Instead, he tried to squirm to lift his arms out, but was distracted by the constant, unrelenting pumping motion at his crotch. It paused for a split second, before reverberating as the amber bubble of energy vibrated strongly against every inch of his cock.

With a sinister giggle, Mandy leant down and cupped his head in one hand, kissing him softly on the lips.

As she did so, he lost control and threw his head back as he shot yet another, this time larger load into the sac, which shifted spasmodically before bloating and expanding exponentially.

It rushed outwards along his torso and legs, and along his back. In seconds, it had him covered from neck to toe, in a glowing sleeping bag of magical energy.

The ripples caressing his cock shifted outwards, and while his member was manipulated, a gentle massaging had spread across his entire body.

The muscles in his legs, which had been taut and stiff at the stimulation along his cock, now felt as if they were unravelling as his feet flopped to the side.

Waves caressed his chest and floated beneath his back as his entire being winded down. The motions became gently more insistent along his cock, while the heat now seemed to seep inside his body.

He closed his eyes and sighed. The best masseuse on earth couldn't begin to compete with this thing.

Mandy was right. This was making him feel good... really, really good.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he shot another load into it. This time it lasted longer and longer, and as it went on, he began to feel a bit drowsy.

Another bulge formed in the blob, which was now glowing a pleasant bright orange.

Lumps appeared in the area round his neck, and a thick tube of energy emerged in it.

John was struggling to keep his eyes open as he saw lips press against the edge of the newly-formed branch of energy. As it approached, it dragged more of the sac with it.

It pulled itself up and away, before bringing itself face to face with John. The lips leaned in, as if to kiss him, before exhaling, sending a hot breath down John's throat.

John just gazed, mouth ajar, as they then descended, locking lips to intangible lips in a passionate kiss.

But instead of returning the favour, John could only lie there motionless while the spell did all the work. Like the rest of its mass, the lips had stolen any energy left in his mouth, which lay slack as a heated 'tongue' explored its insides.

It seemed air was still passing through the energy, even as the tongue at its head rooted further and further down his throat, bypassing his gag reflex as it went to explore his insides.

Shivering ripples seemed to tickle his entire body now, as every fibre of his being quivered and sank into the bliss spread by the spell.

John was completely immersed in the bubble, which had not only seated him in its core, but was spreading through every cavity of his body as well.

He was floating in liquid bliss, his entire being coaxed into giving way to complete relaxation.

His dick was slowly pumping into the thing, though John didn't notice that it was doing it constantly as well.

He could hear his heartbeat slowly thumping away, the tempo dropping slightly every time he pumped.

thump-thump...

thump-thump...

He saw Mandy march towards him...

thump-thump...

Her finger was glowing red...

thump-thump...

*silence*

thump-thump...

She was leaning in, about to touch the bubble...

An almighty splash filled the air and the bubble exploded in a cascade of similarly-shaped miniature spheroids, leaving John naked on the ground once more.

He lay there, unable to move, and gasped as unfiltered air hit his lungs with the force of a freight train.

"Hrmm..." Mandy frowned. "Why didn't you use a spell of repulsion? I'm beginning to wonder if you have any magical ability in you at all."

John gasped, his entire body ignoring his mental commands to move, to spring into life.

"You know, just a few more seconds there, and my spell would have stopped your heart. You really should be thankful really."

No answer.

"Yes, I know... You're a bit out of breath."

That was an understatement - a few more minutes and John would have expired as his body succumbed to exhaustion.

"Let me help you with that."

Mandy raised her hand to her mouth, pursed her lips and blew the immobile warlock a kiss. A pink, fluffy heart materialised in the air in a kind of bizarrely shaped smoke ring.

If floated daintily through the air, as if the slightest breeze could disintegrate it, before landing close to John's face.

Up close, it smelt of jasmine and as it sank into his skin, he became giddy, as if he'd drunk too much too quickly.

It settled in and seemed to spread across his body. Whereas before his limbs had felt heavy and asleep, they began feeling lighter, as if full of nothing but air.

He found it was no difficulty now to sit up, move his arms and even come to his feet.

In seconds John was on his toes once more, though it seemed tough to keep it that way – his entire body felt like it could float away at any second.

He soon forgot about that when he saw Mandy. 

When he raised his head to hers, it was as if he had noticed her for the first time – she looked radiant – like an angel in soft focus.

As she turned to smile at him, he felt butterflies in his stomach. It was as if he was back at school and the hottest girl in the year had just noticed him for the first time.

His face couldn't help but grin back stupidly as all the recent duel she had put him through was forgotten.

"How are you feeling there, mortal?" enquired Mandy. "All better?"

"I... uh..." he grinned again sheepishly and couldn't help but giggle.

"Yes, I thought as much. Basic Joy spell. It's really just meant to make our prey feel a bit more 'comfortable', or to slow down an attacker.

"But for someone like yourself who's had all the energy leeched out from you, well it's completely filled you up. Every step will be a pleasure, carrying out my every whim will be a delight. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah... delight..." murmured John, who was grinning inanely from ear to ear.




Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 09



"Come on then champ, there's something I want to show you," beamed Mandy.

"Follow me."

She set off into the distance and as John followed, he found he was having difficulty keeping his feet on the ground. With every step forward, it seemed like he was propelled off the ground, before his soles came to a gentle rest once more.

Without realising it, he had soon covered well over a mile in light, bouncing strides. His intoxication from the spell was wearing off and he found himself able to form coherent sentences once more – though he was still wearing a Cheshire Cat smile.

After a half-hour's walk through an ever-more complex maze of vegetation, Mandy came to a stop at what looked to be a giant boulder covered in mossy vines.

With a tug, she pulled off the green creeper until the rock was completely exposed, revealing a complex set of symbols etched onto its surface in red paint.

The succubus pressed her palm to the symbol and closed her eyes, pink light flowing down her wrists and filling in the crimson lines in the rock.

With a heavy rumble coming apparently from beneath their feet, the front of the boulder lowered into the ground, revealing it to be an underground stone passage.

Mandy turned to face John and folded her arms expectantly.

"So where are we going?" he asked.

"Not we – you," answered Mandy. 

"I pride myself on what I can do to my... prey..."

She smiled wistfully as she stroked a finger under the charmed warlock's chin.

"But I am still a student, and I pride myself on my capacity for learning too. Clearly this place holds no appeal, despite the sheer abundance of bliss that has been offered you.

"I find myself... drawn to you, so I will be help you find a way out."

John swayed slightly as he frowned at the voluptuous demoness, her face a shimmering beam of radiant beauty.

"But... I want you, Mandy..."

"And I you, warlock. But we both know you won't be saying that when my little charm wears off. Now go, before I change my mind."

"Okay Mandy, I..."

John began to duck to enter the passageway when he turned to face the succubus once more.

"Will you... will you visit me on the surface sometime?"

Mandy grinned at the question.

"You can bet your third leg on it, warlock."

And with a wave of her hand, the stone chamber closed tightly shut, leaving John in total darkness.

With a quick inhalation and a preparatory sigh, John faced forward and set off at a brisk pace.

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It wasn't until an hour later when the charm cast by Mandy wore off with a wet fizzle and John came back to his senses. He'd been marching for what seemed like miles, but it felt like he'd been walking on air. 

Now there was real weight to his strides and the earth at his feet began to fill with texture that had been missing from before.

The ground wasn't hard like stone, but soft and pliable, hinting that it might be moist earth he was stepping on.

As he pressed through the darkness, John realised he'd been played. Mandy had charmed him to the eyeballs and sent him walking to his tomb with a smile on his face.

He stopped to lean against the side of the tomb and weigh up his options. There was no way he was leaving the way he came – not with a lock glyph on the door – but he couldn't stay put forever.

The only option was to push on – for better or worse.

It was as he was considering this morbid line of thinking however that he became aware of a noise further ahead. He pressed forward to get a better listen at the sound.

The air was becoming fresher and a dull buzz was filling the air.

Faint whispers of birdsong - a sound he'd not heard since his arrival - slipped through the drone. Buzzing... and birdsong? It had to be a portal home, like the one he'd arrived in.

Not only was it making the same noise, but it was broadcasting the noise of a species that apparently didn't exist in the garden.

"Yes! Oh thank God!" exclaimed John. "The portal!"

After all the nightmarish perversions of sexual pleasure he'd encountered, John was finally going home.

Without a second's thought, the warlock sprinted full pelt at the sound's direction. Getting closer, a scuttling sound filled in the backdrop – could it be that one of Hell's denizens had found the portal too and was trying to break through? Was that even possible?

It didn't matter - he had run about 20 metres before he felt the terrain give out beneath him. Earth crumbled at his feet, as he sank deeper down.

Unlike his encounter with the sentient slime pool however, this was dry, if very fine, earth that gave way, not slick mud.

Soft, luxurious powder slipped and slid around him, pressing in against him as he sunk deeper. By the time it had reached his waist, his progress had slowed, and he watched helplessly as inch by inch he fell further down.

In desperation he pushed his hands against the ground to lift himself up, but inevitably they too sank into its embrace.

With one final, continuous motion, John sank the rest of the way down. It felt more like the ground was pulling him in than collapsing under his weight.

Rich, smooth soil pressed against all of his body giving him at least a sensual farewell as it consigned him to his grave.

As it brushed past his neck, John took one last breath and prepared for the inevitable...

He didn't have to hold his breath long. In seconds he was freefalling into an abyss below.

But, after what seemed like minutes, he hit what felt like an invisible, vertical, trampoline skein, on which he gently rocked back and forth before gradually coming to a stop.

It seemed as if the air was sticking to him, but as his eyes roved round from within his immobile head, he caught glances of a thin, threadlike material, which glistened in a dim light.

Nearby, several small globes of light threw faint illumination on his surroundings.

His heart sank as he realised he'd run straight into a trap. This webbing was probably left by some gigantic arachnid, waiting for foolish prey to run into its trap before it gorged on their flesh.

As he peered into the distance, he saw sticks attached to the globes of light. They were staffs and wands – whatever beasty had laid this webbing presumably didn't kill its prey, or else the spells nearby would have died out as well.

But even as he thought it, he could hear the scuttling of its pincers in the distance, freezing his blood.

He tried his hardest to thrash free, but his movement was severely impeded by the extremely sticky webbing.

"Don't make a scene!" mocked a woman's voice from the shadows.

"Wh-what? Who's there?" he called out.

The scuttling picked up again as a dark mass moved into the light. From out of the corner of his eye he saw a bobbing female torso that moved as if its owner was taking long, lunging strides.

Pale, cold-looking skin, with heavy, rounded breasts gave the appearance of an elegant, yet highly sexualised porcelain doll.

The flesh was smooth on the light frame, which left its chest gently bouncing as the body continued its bobbing strides along invisible ramps and platforms. The being stepped forward, exposing its entire upper section to his sight.

Above the body sat a beautiful and almost delicate head framed with ebony hair, as a strikingly enticing face stared back with emotionless eyes.

Thin blood-red lips curled into a cruel smile as the body moved closer.

John would have asked another of his captors to have mercy on him and free him from his pathetic plight, but the overwhelming impression he got from the woman was that she wouldn't take kindly to his pleas for freedom.

As the woman's waist moved closer, her lower half became visible. Her hips were merged with what seemed like a large and bulbous leathery black pod supported with an array of bent stalks that waddled towards John.

Legs, he realised. Spider-like legs.

"Well, I see you've fallen for my little trap," the woman said with a smug grin.

To emphasise her point, her 'pod' vibrated, echoing at once the droning buzz that had led him here, before alternating speed and frequency, changing to the sound of birdsong.

"I've been stalking you for quite some time, my pretty little morsel.

"And when I saw you coming this way, I knew I had to have you.

"I'm Lascivia, but you may call me... well we shall see what you call me..."

She scuttled away on her spider-like legs, until she was out of sight in the darkness. John's eyes tried peering around to see her, but felt nothing until a pair of hands rested on his shoulder blades.

A chin rested softly on top of his shoulder, and hot breath slithered past his ear, while two large breasts squashed against back. They seemed to leak onto his flesh, but whatever milk they lactated was travelling sideways instead of downward, tickling his flesh with lukewarm liquid in the process.

He shivered involuntarily.

"You don't have to be frightened," she whispered into his earlobe, perhaps thinking the reaction an extension of his fear. "Not when so many find me so... pleasurable."

Her hands began gently rubbing his shoulder blades in rotating motions in a kind of massage. Before long a sort of oil was added to the sensation, as Lascivia extended her massage to his shoulders as well.

John tried to struggle free of the webbing, but succeeded only in making Lascivia's hand slide further across his back, applying more pressure with the oil.

"Please, my little morsel, I can take care of you. You just stay still," she said softly, as her hands slid down his arms, pulling them to his sides.

As they descended, they dragged with them some of the webbing, leaving it caught under his arms and up to his armpits.

"Oh dear," she said, with mock sincerity. "I've got you all tangled up."

"Not to worry, you'll soon be wrapped up lovely and tight."

She reached through gaps in the webbing to start stroking his chest, causing John's eyes to roll up in his head. As she continued her delicate attentions, he felt thin strands of something slickly glide past his skin at intervals before settling and gently constricting. Whatever it was, it slid round his upper body and legs, softly pulling them together and lightly pinning his arms to his sides.

Seconds later, Lascivia's hands were behind him once more and were continuing down his back, heading further and further south, before gently cupping his buttocks. 

With firm hands, she kneaded her oil into his buttocks, as all tension drained from his hips and his ass sank into her hands like warm putty.

For not the first time since his arrival, John found himself relaxing at a demon woman's touch.

He was still terrified of what would happen after this massage of course, but the fear was slowly retreating as his flesh grew heavy. And as his body relaxed at her touch, he found his mind becoming inhibited too.

By the time it had taken John to process all this however, Lascivia had reached the bottom of his legs and had decided to suckle on his toes. The soles of his feet felt wet and sticky, as did much of his back.

His backside's cheeks were covered in a tight, pinching sensation as the residue of the substance on them dried. A lot of it had already seeped deep into his flesh.

Again, he tried to struggle, but this time found the substance had not just immobilised him like the web, but left him completely rigid.

"Mmhm, now for the front," cooed the demonic masseuse.

Instead of wandering back out in front of him though, Lascivia simply grabbed John by his waist and twirled him 180º, ensuring his front was also covered in the web he'd stumbled into.

Without another word, the seductress grinned and raised her arms above her head, pressing the tops of her wrists together, before lowering them to her sides as she wriggled her hips in a seductive dance-like gesture.

Through his dulled mind, John saw that there were two glistening slits on the palms of her hands, which he slowly realised must be where the oil was being produced.

The back of his body, from his heel to his neck was heavy and warm, as the mystery substance gently retained heat, making him feel like a toy figurine left in the back half of its mould.

"Now let's get you really comfortable," purred Lascivia, as her body sidled up to him, her bountiful breasts pushing into his chest, and her hands at either side.

She began rubbing her slippery hands across his pectoral muscles, and John found them relaxing involuntarily. Her head descended, but John quickly forgot about it as the hands rubbed in the oil.

Soon, hot breath engulfed his member, which was massively erect. This was thanks, unbeknownst to John, to the oil, which had worked its way inside his body and worked a chemical cocktail into his body that would inflame his libido. The remainder of his body that hadn't drifted to blissful slumber had obediently obliged.

A warm, wet suction was tugging on John's cock, while hands lovingly massaged his stomach and waist – his arms long since taken care of.

The deeply heavy warmth, and the relaxation that was seducing his entire body, meant John's mind was now floating, only just aware of the movement of the hands which were now sidling down his legs.

Long and delightful pulses were throbbing along his cock, and it took John far longer than it should have to realise he was orgasming.

Though his dick was completely engorged and in a state of heightened orgasm, all he could register was the lovely gentle throbbing, as he pumped stream after steady stream into Lascivia's mouth.

Drowsily, he forced his eyes to look down, and saw a milky white substance cocooning his body, keeping it warm and immobile.

He should have felt terrified, or disturbed at the very least. 

Instead he only felt so snug, comfortable and drowsy that the biggest danger was of falling asleep at any moment.

His cock was giftwrapped in the stuff – as it would appear Lascivia, who had now reached the top of his feet, was secreting the stuff in her saliva too. The tight fit of the silky smooth material kept his cock in a pleasantly tight grip, which would have stopped it from ever going down even without the chemical's sinful whispers to the inside of his entire body.

"Oh my," said Lascivia gently. "The Queen Slug really is an artist."

"That thing will be feeding me for a long time..."

The sheer relaxation spread throughout him was numbing – his limbs were numb, his organs were numb, even his mind was numb.

His eyelids felt heavy as lead by the time Lascivia's face returned to his.

"Delightful, isn't it?" she whispered, while coiling her slender fingers round a silk thread that hung from John's sides.

In one deft motion, she yanked the thread away from his body, and the entire cocoon constricted and held him in a tight fit, completely immobile.

She leaned in to kiss him and he offered no resistance as her tongue deftly slipped inside his mouth and lathered the inside of it.

In no time at all, his mouth was stuck shut, filled with a sweet tasting lump, the texture of cotton candy, the juices of which were sliding down his throat. Despite himself, he found his mouth suckling it.

Lascivia meanwhile licked his face purposefully, and rubbed her saliva deeply into his hair, as that too grew warm and hard, leaving him now completely encased in the material, in a slumbering state.

It wasn't until half an hour later that John felt a strange sensation along his dick – a slipping, rubbing suction, like the organ was wrapped in an octopus' tentacle.

Lascivia was holding her neatly packaged prize bundle close to her, gripping it with both arms and her two frontal legs.

John's dick was held tightly within her pussy, the inside of which had its own trick to play on the warlock.

Hundreds of tiny proboscises wound through minute holes in the webbing to reach John's shaft, where they latched on and expanded, before sucking along the length, pumping it.

Even to John's half-sleeping brain, it felt incredible, but it had nothing on what came next.

A fleshy bulb slithered forward to touch his glans, instantly melting through the webbing, and engulfing his head.

The organ began sucking and rotating on his helmet, before something small pressed against his urethra.

Insistently it kept up the pressure before sliding all the way down his shaft. If he had been conscious, the sensation would have overwhelmed him, but in his present state, John was able to revel in the feeling, without once questioning if it was a good thing. After it reached the base of his shaft, John felt a bulge before his dick gave one, massive spurt.

After that, a steady gently flow of semen continued out of his shaft, travelling along the inside of Lascivia's tongue.

The sensation was titillating and kept him in a constant state of pleasure, as his essence freely floated out with his spunk into his new lover...

***

The queen slug's 'modifications' meant John's dick was producing an unending amount of sperm supernaturally - eventually over the course of a week.

After one day, a point when most men would have been a withered, dead husk, John was still pumping away into Lascivia, his testicles filled by unknown magicks bestowed by the Slug Queen herself.

But the process Lascivia had started pulled at more than just his balls, and by now, her milking process had sucked his mind dry. In his blissful state, the fading of his very being had gone almost completely unnoticed. All that remained was a fully-healthy and vital husk that felt nought but pleasure, warmth and tranquility as she endlessly milked him.

After the week was up, the sinful spider seductress looked down at her plaything. The cocoon was no longer rigid, but elastic and pliable.

In a rare moment of mercy, Lascivia focused all of her attention on the consciousness she'd soaked up, and used her 'hidden tongue' to pump it back into John.

The cocoon began writhing at the sensation and Lascivia ripped open the sac at John's head.

Inside he lay, barely conscious, though his thoughts were his once more.

John peered at the vision of beauty sitting astride him. He was relaxed, feeling empty and hollow, but he was himself again.

She ripped the cocoon from off his cock, leaving both of John's heads exposed to the air.

Once more, she lowered her face towards him.

"You know what just happened, little lover?" she murmured conspiritorially.

"I sucked your soul out.

"Right into my pussy it went, and I kept it safe in my stomach, where I could have easily digested it.

"It tasted fresh... not at all what I expected from a warlock... as if your body's never been tainted by the ink of magicks..."

Lascivia brought the bent joints of her frontal pincers together, placed her elbows on them and cupped her chin in her hands. Her pale face resembled the still, silvery waters of a pond at midnight, but her eyes sparkled like puddles of salt water.

She was eyeing John with a look of curiosity as he bobbed in front of her, held in her silken strands.

"You know... I usually time it so men pump their last, blissful load into me at the same time I suck out the last dregs of their souls.

"But those touched by the Slug Queen can just pump out fluids forever and ever, and while I can time their ...satisfaction, I can't stop their soul slipping out...

"That means yours body stayed alive after I'd sucked up your pretty little soul, and you know what would have happened then?"

John didn't answer – even if he could muster the energy, he was still trying to get past the fact he'd had his soul sucked out of him and pumped back in.

"You would have been mine. Just an empty drone – you would have done anything I told you. 

"My... little... slave..." Lascivia sighed and rubbed her pussy. Silky white drops spilled out onto John's stomach. He felt them pinch his skin as they dried.




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"But you're just too much of a conundrum. I wanted the real you back...

"Now you can experience real sex, rather than milking..."

It was a forecast, not an offer.

John, noticing the newly-flexible webbing, saw his chance to escape, and began struggling. This time he could move his limbs – barely – but no matter how much he moved, he couldn't quite break free. Instead, a smooth material slid past his skin like silk, making it seem like the more he struggled, the more he was caressed.

Though John began by trying to frantically escape, he lost track of when the struggling became a way to keep up the smooth caresses of his cocoon.

"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself," beamed Lascivia, as she lowered herself onto him once more.

His dick was gripped by a strong suction in walls that felt like they were lined with the same material. As the seductress thrust up and down on him, John felt her grow wet once more.

Liquid silk slipped and slid round his member, coating it in the most wonderful sensation, and as it set, it grew tighter and tighter. 

When it felt like it would threaten to crush his member, he finally came in a powerful explosion of pleasure. It felt like a rocket passing through his member, and he nearly passed out with the sensation.

The last thing he saw was an eyeful of bosom as Lascivia held him tight in her arms, riding out his orgasm. Then everything became a blur as his head collapsed onto her breast.

***

When he came to, the first thing John noticed was that the world was the wrong way up.

Blood was rushing to his head and his feet were beginning to tingle.

He was still tied up in the webbing, which he soon realised meant Lascivia had left him dangling from whatever support the webbing was hanging from. Timidly, he peered round to look for her, but it seemed she'd left her plaything alone for the time being. 

Not that it helped much. He was still immobile and hanging several feet off the ground. Even if he could break free of his cocoon, he'd probably snap his neck when his head hit the floor.

Instead, John tried pulling his chest up and straining his arms in an effort to break them free and grab onto the branch from which he dangled.

Try as he might, the silky glove that enveloped him refused to give. 

He gasped as he felt motion in the cocoon. Was he moving?

It was slow, but it felt like he was lowering...

Was he finally proving too heavy for the strands that held him?

It certainly seemed so, as he picked up speed, and began to hurtle towards the ground below...





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Garden of Hellish Delights Ch. 10



...yeah... Sorry I've been so long between the last chapter and this one.

Here it is anyway, the concluding chapter of Garden of Hellish Delights. Questions get answered, twists get turned, and John gets his entire spunk reserves sucked out of him. Again.

If it's been a while, you may wish to read the previous chapter (or all of them, if you're really keen) to jog your memory, as this does just go right into it. There will be more creepy lady monsters to come, but in different series in different settings. This is very much the end of the road for the garden...



In his panic, John had passed out in a matter of seconds, his brain unable to process the raw fear of the fall. Because most of his encounters in the garden, no matter how potentially lethal, had been a battle of seduction, he hadn't really experienced the sheer terror of something like a drop from an unknown height.

When he awoke, he was lying in a pile of webbing, though this time the strands were piled into dense bedding rather than wrapped into a cocoon or an invisible trap.

Only John's head emerged – his body completely covered in the thick material. 

Despite being deep underground, he was surprised to find a dim light was throwing some illumination on the area, and as he tried to find its source, he noticed thin streaks of light along the cave walls, like whitish veins leading from the outside world deeper into the underground caverns.

They even seemed to be pulsing – carrying the source of light away from the surface to the cave's dark depths.

As John tried pulling his arms from the webbing to push himself out, the silky material pressed against every inch of his body.

The more movement John made, the more the strange caress kept up, flowing around his sides and wrapping round his arms, and gliding along his thighs and against his crotch.

Seeing that he wasn't getting far enough to push himself out by his arms, John decided instead to swim out of the webbing.

Shifting his weight onto his front, he began doing his best breaststroke to guide himself towards the edge of the pile. The only problem with his strategy was that the change in position meant the uncannily smooth material was now gently yet snugly tugging at his cock.

With each stroke forward, John was stroked himself, in a full-body massage, while his member began responding more and more. Once fully erect, the velvety caresses became incredibly stimulating and he found himself having to stop periodically to catch his breath.

He was advancing ever closer to the edge but, just short of his last few strokes, his body instinctively shuddered as his member ejaculated into the webbing. It was unavoidable really – the last few metres had been a sheer effort to keep his mind focused on the task at hand.

Now he'd emptied his balls, the last bit of distance to cover felt like his genitals were being lightly tickled, rather than the intense stroking of the last couple of minutes.

With a final push, John was out, and he rolled down the side of the pile of accumulated webbing, shifting himself round to come to a landing on his feet.

Standing up, he dusted himself off and took a final look at the bizarre lump of white gossamer-like strands.

Too bad he wouldn't be able to carry any back home with him, he thought – if he found a way back of course. Stick a porn star in that stuff, shove some washing machines against the sides of the pile and you've got a dynamite porn flick.

Looking up, he noticed several lumps of the stuff suspended from yet more webbing – Lascivia had really had time to spread herself out in the pit, it seemed.

As John peered closer at the bundles, he realised they were man-sized... and seemed to be carrying writhing figures with a very human physique...

His body chilled and he decided not to stick around any longer.

Naked as the day he was born, he turned round to face seemingly the only tunnel forward, and continued his journey deeper into the cave.

****

The trek through the maze of tunnels in the cave seemed to drag on forever.

After what felt like hours of walking on the hard rock beneath his feet, the pulsing veins around him seemed to be growing more intense, and John could have sworn he felt the bass of a beating pulse.

As the tunnel opened up, an enormous cavern, full of rocks of varying heights, stretched out before him like a gigantic hall. Holes the size of tractors tunnelled into the ceiling.

The ground beneath his feet began rumbling, and a large blur shot out of one of the tunnels, landed on the floor and shot towards his position. Thinking on his feet, and to avoid being crushed, John clambered up a nearby rock face, reaching the top of the raised platform just in time for the blur to rush past him.

As it slowed, he saw it was a demon. A very feminine demon...

She was enormous. Her torso was human in appearance – only far too perfect to be mortal. She possessed smooth, creamy skin that shone with polished brilliance and betrayed not a single pock mark or blemish.

Her face projected an aura of beauty at once fresh, young and virginal, but also hinting at dark, seductive intent. It looked to John as if a deeply sexualised Barbie doll's face had come to life, only this Barbie was now surveying him with what looked like hunger in her bright blue eyes, as she licked a sleek pair of shiny purple lips.

Her face was framed by long luxuriant golden curls that reflected what little light filled the cavern so brilliantly, her locks almost became a dazzling beacon.

Below her waist, there lay a much different story. Her entire body segued into one long, smooth green organ, in a tube of flesh resembling like a gargantuan, bloated snake.

Lumps shifted and flowed through the bulbous form, which stretched far into the distance and became a complex maze of writhing coils that spread throughout the cavern.

While the tip of the tail end was nowhere to be seen, the joint with the more human aspects of the demon were marked by a bright pink maw where the creature's crotch would have been.

The orifice, which opened and closed as if hoping to swallow any nearby morsel of food, was distinct from the surrounding tissue not just by virtue of its bright cerise sheen, but by the slick juices dribbling out of it.

Its desperate gulping motions were causing copious globs of thick, transparent ooze to spill onto the floor and collect in sticky puddles.

To be honest, much of this was inevitably lost on John, as his eyes were having difficulty getting beyond her chest. Seeing as how her torso was John's entire height, her breasts – which were large even in relation to her own body – must have been the size of beanbag chairs.

As she brought her body upright, they swayed like pendulums with the motion of her chest.

"Mmm, what have we here? A mortal intruding into a lilim's domain?" she said silkily, as her eyes burrowed into his.

John focused on her mouth as he answered – about the one place where he felt he wouldn't lose his concentration.

"We... we have one seriously confused a-and angry bastard!" he shouted nervously.

"Oh, dear... Confused? We can't be having that. Come here, and let me put your mind at ease..."

She reached out with arms that, while slender in relation to her leviathan-esque body, were the length and width of small tree trunks.

As they hurtled towards John, he dived out of the way and rolled to the side, before sprightly rolling forward and picking himself up again.

"Move aside, or I'll... I'll be forced to defend myself!" he threatened.

The absurdity of the situation only seemed to entertain the lilim, who let out an amused giggle into the back of her hand.

"Oh, come. You really think you can hurt me?" she said.

"I can try!" he retorted.

"Is there really any need to?" she asked.

"Don't you wonder what my skin feels like? What... these feel like?"

She cupped a hand round one of her bulbous breasts to emphasise the point, its flesh gently quivering as she did so. As if waking up to her touch, a hole appeared on the nipple, which began to open outwards and pucker up like a pair of lips, before making lewd sucking movements.

"I can show you, if you like..."

John grimaced and hardened his resolve.

"Last... warning... Stand aside..."

The lilim sighed wearily.

"You know, you're far too aggressive for my liking. We need to calm you down."

She pressed one of her elegant palms to the ground, and a thick pink mist diffused outwards, covering the floor of the cavern in a thick coating of fog.

John backed away to escape the approaching mist, but found it had circled around him and was closing in.

As it got close enough to settle around his ankles, he felt it lightly stroke over his exposed skin. The mist had no tangible substance to it, but nevertheless, he found the hairs of his ankles and shins start to stand on end as the skin beneath them tingled.

It wasn't an unpleasant sensation by any means, and John almost felt inclined to stand still and let the tingling caress of the vapours continue.

As the mist finished coating the entire floor however, thick strands split off and separated themselves from the mass.

Elegantly coiling upwards, they took on new shapes and forms, filling outwards. Gently arcing through the air, the mist shaped into human-esque bodies, as wispy tendrils developed arms and legs.

A soft giggling filled the air around John, disjointed as if from several hundred different sources at once. As the forms grew more coherent, curvaceous, womanly figures coalesced in the surrounding mist.

Slender and elegant, the beautiful creatures trailed manes of vapours while their forms seemed designed to entice the man they had surrounded.

The mist-like women began to move in a slow and graceful dance around him, leaving echoes of distant mirth as they did so.

With tantalising slowness, they pirouetted and glided around John, each time closing in almost imperceptibly.

He was getting lost in the motion, but he'd learned his lesson from his earlier encounter and shook his head to clear himself.

He took a step forward and tried to make his way through the bodies of dancing girls, but with each step, slender arms reached out against him and brushed past his flesh.

Whispers flickered through the air and tickled his ears.

"Stay with us..."

Each time the ethereal shapes touched him, a soft and sensual tingle spread along his skin, making it grow lethargic and hard to move his limbs.

What began as a frantic rush through the ghostly forms became a slow struggle, as their potency of their touches accumulated.

Despite their bodies offering no resistance on impact, John found trying to move his body as if trying to wade upstream through a river. 

Some of the shapes were brushing themselves against his crotch, making his member quiver excitedly at their touch.

In one final act of desperation, he flailed in a circular motion with his arm, cutting a clean circle through the enticing spectral forms.

Their forms slowly drifted apart with a sigh, floating apart like smoke carried on a breeze.

John's lunge had caused a small circle to open up, affording him space to manoeuvre. More importantly though, there was a ledge contained in this opening.

After ambling towards it as he prayed his limbs would awaken, John reached the edge and hauled himself up. Looking down, he saw his raised height now cleared him from the grasp of the seductive phantoms below, who had already closed the gap he had created.

Shaking his body back to life, John tried to refocus on the lilim. He scouted the nearby area, but to no avail – while her coils were still in view, it was hopeless trying to trace the mass of loops and folds back to either end of her body.

As his eyes shifted over the horizon, a panicked thought filled his head. He slowly turned round to find his fears confirmed as the head of the monstrous beauty came into view, level with his body and less than ten feet away.

Pursing a slick and juicy pair of ruby-red lips, she gently blew a warm, perfumed breeze across his body, which flowed over his exposed flesh, sapping his limbs of strength.

As he giddily tried to turn round again to flee, she blew a kiss in his direction, mimed with a wave of her hand.

As her hand left her lips, a rapid succession of wet popping sounds heralded a string of pink, heart-shaped bubbles, which made a swift beeline for John's exposed torso.

Before he could react, two of the bubbles had reached his crotch – one slipping neatly over his shaft, the other enveloping his balls. 

A kneading, massaging motion was sliding up and down his cock in time to the beat of the heart-shaped spell covering it, while every expansion of its counterpart below caused a wave of relaxation to ripple through his body, shortly before a contraction pulled that wave back down again, to centre on his scrotum.

Seconds later, a third bubble had wrapped itself round his head, and his entire world turned into a soft-focus pink haze.

John's cock had become stiff at the attention it was receiving, while his testicles felt like they were expanding inside a warm tub of melted butter.

Explicit, sexually-charged images began dazzling his eyes, and at once John received visions of every beauty he'd ever yearned for, every woman he'd thought about taming.

They floated past his vision as the spell plucked deep desires – some he didn't even realise he'd had – from the furthest recesses of his mind.

As the illusory presence of his first babysitter – appearing naked and sighing in bliss – swam past his line of sight, the delightful suction of his member increased in intensity and a hot wave flew along his shaft as he emptied his balls into the heart-shaped spell.

Now it was the turn of the pink heart at his scrotum to double its efforts, its relentless massaging gripping his entire body tightly, as if squeezing his tension into his genitals, coaxing them to produce yet more and more sperm, and bulge against the sack that held them.

The third level enchantress who'd taught him some of the basics of magic, and who he'd harboured a deep crush on for many years, was now gyrating in front of him, her instantly recognisable robes, for the first time, nowhere to be seen.

The insidious suckling at his member merged with the fantasy visualising itself before him, and he emptied another load into the magicks that had ensnared him.

Caught in the rush of pleasure the pornographic onslaught brought him, John failed to notice his feet leave the floor beneath him.

By the time an orgy of porn stars of his mind's own creation began pleasuring him, John had also failed to notice he was drifting straight into the path of the lilim's open palm...

With an amused giggle, the creature wrapped her slender fingers around John's torso, leaving his waist and head exposed.

Holding him close to her lips, she blew across his body, and all three bubbles burst with a wet smack.

John snapped back to his senses with a sickening swiftness, his stupefied reaction prompting more amused titters from his captor.

"Did you enjoy my spell, little one?"

"G-get off me, I'm not your plaything, you evil bi-"

"Hush, little one. Such strong language from such a pretty young morsel."

John snorted. She barely looked older than him, but given his experiences so far, he wouldn't be surprised if she dated back to the beginning of time itself.

He strained at the fingers confining him, but found his arms only sank further into the digits' flesh.

"That won't do you any good," laughed the lilim.

"You're supposed to be a warlock, are you not? Why aren't you using a verbal spell to escape? Why encroach on my lair, unarmed, and do nothing to defend yourself, when you could send a thousand fireballs flying from your fists?"

John stopped struggling for a moment to consider this.

"Because... because ever since I arrived here, it's like I haven't been able to think properly. Like something's been affecting my mind..."

The lilim laughed.

"Oh yes, your mortal mind will be affected by this place alright. But not your ability to use magic...

"...if indeed you have any. Go ahead. Use one simple spell. I promise I won't harm you or retaliate. If I wanted to, you would be crushed by now."

John paused and pondered which spell would prise her leviathan fingers off him.

And paused...

And paused...

He started to grow aware that he should have already reached his decision, when the lilim spoke once more.

"You can't, can you? You don't even know a single spell."

"I... I don't understand," he protested.

"I've been practising magic all my life... right up until... until..."

"Until you came here?" she offered.

"Yes. Why... why can't I remember my spells?"

The lilim leaned down and pressed her cheek against his face, whispering in his ear.

"Because, my dear, you're not a warlock..."

John's blood seemed to stop pumping round his body and freeze in place.

"You're not a warlock. You're not a magic user of any kind. You're a regular, run-of-the-mill pleb."

"N-no, that's not possible," John laughed nervously.

"I've been studying the arts for years..."

"No, you haven't," came the simple reply.

John was growing confused, worried and above all, starting to grow angry by the mysterious rhetoric.

"Explain yourself. If I haven't been doing this my entire life, what have I been doing?" he demanded.

The lilim sighed and looked at him with what seemed to be pity.

"I think," she said, "it would be easier if I just showed you."

Before he could protest, she pursed her lips and pressed them to his face. So large were the cherry-red pair, that John's entire head began to slip inside them as she sucked.

With his head snugly and firmly secured between them, the slick pulling sensation grew stronger, and John began to feel his consciousness slipping away, swallowed as it was down the lilim's mouth.

***

When light returned to John's eyes, he found himself back where his entire journey had so disastrously begun. The Nag's Head.

The pub where he had so recklessly cast his teleportation spell in a toilet cubicle.

Was he out?

No. Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong. There was an unreal warmth floating through the building and the sound felt muted and distant, as if underwater.

What should have been deafening banter was reduced to quiet, rumbling echoes. Then there were the patrons. As he turned to look at their faces, he saw nothing but a hazy blur, as if God himself had got careless and smudged the finer features of his own creations with his thumb.

Only Alf the landlord and his barmaid Suzy were in sharp focus as they wandered behind the counter top, scooping up finished pint glasses and running a dishcloth through washed ones.

"Alf? Alf? What's going on?" he called out to him.

"He can't hear you," a familiar voice said from behind him.

John turned to meet its source. A column of pink mist was floating behind him, its eddies caught in a perpetual rising motion.

Towards the upper half, John fancied he could make out womanly features through the column and, as his eyes reached the top, he saw, for a split second, the face of the lilim.

Whenever he tried to focus on a single part of her anatomy however, it became lost in the smoke surrounding it, only to reappear later, in the corner of his eye.

"He can't hear you, because neither of us are really here," she explained.

"This is a memory. Your memory to be precise."

John looked round the room once more and found himself nursing a pint, sitting on his own in the corner, wearing the exact same clothes he'd lost to the garden, after his first encounter with the lust bugs.

The double of his past self pulled out a mobile phone and peered at the screen. John leaned over for a look and nodded to himself. 




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"Yes, there you go. A time and a venue. I was going to meet the guys in a bar called Verdant Garden."

"...rather unfortunate irony there," mused the lilim's apparition.

What John didn't expect however, was when his past self put the phone away and caught sight of an abandoned tome on a neighbouring table.

Peering up, the memory of John glanced round to check no one else was looking his way, and hopped tables before opening the text.

"That's my spell book. What's it doing on a different table?" his current self said. 

"Why is it even in the pub? I wouldn't take it with me."

His companion was silent.

The memory of John struggled to open the thick cover of the book, and gently lowered the front cover when he finally did so.

A look of bewilderment was sketched across his face as his eyes ran across its writing. The more the past version of John stared however, the paler his face became, until it began to look positively queasy.

"This never happened!" cried future-John, in protest at the bizarre scene.

"What's wrong with me?"

"That spellbook had a unique hex on it," the lilim explained as his past self stood and bolted for the toilets, leaving the book open and his pint half-finished.

"But why would I hex myself? And why look so shocked if I did?"

The lilim was silent, so John took his cue to follow his former self, however alien it seemed, into the toilets.

Inside, John saw 'himself' run into an empty cubicle and void his stomach contents into a crusty, yellow toilet bowl.

The former self's body then began convulsing and shaking, as if caught in a seizure, as his mouth began to froth and foam.

"What-what's happening to me?" his future self asked the lilim in horror.

"The hex in that book turned the drink in your stomach into poison and began overwriting your mind with the memories of its owner... that man..."

John watched aghast as the door to a neighbouring cubicle opened and a lank, greasy man in an ill-fitting t-shirt and jeans stepped out.

"Well, what have we here?" he sneered at former-John's shaking body.

"It seems you got my invitation."

The man leaned down and looted a wallet from the prone body before him.

"Let's see, your name is... 'Peter Collins'. Nice to meet you Peter.

"I'm John Wolfbane, and tonight I'm going to be taking your life."

Future John – or was it now future Peter? - could feel his jaw hit the floor.

"You see, there's only so many charm spells you can cast on those lovely ladies before people start to notice. And get angry.

"And how was I to know sweet little Ellen at the corner shop was actually from powerful wizarding stock?

"They didn't like me cavorting with a spaced-out little bimbo floating in a bliss ball spell, I tell you that, my boy.

"I also don't need to tell you that a family of some of the most powerful warlocks in the country wanting me dead is the last thing I need.

"...well, soon I won't need to tell you anyway."

There was no answer from the body beneath him, which had ceased moving.

"Best get on with this before you pop your clogs, I suppose," he said conversationally.

"Now, I know you've not got long, but let's just change these last few hours to something more... agreeable, shall we?

"I know... you weren't going to kill someone to steal their memory, but instead you were just going out for a pleasant drink. How does that sound?"

Still no answer from the body beneath him, which was growing paler. John Wolfbane leaned down, held his palm an inch from Peter Collins' forehead and a pale blue light shone briefly before slipping inside Collins' open, lifeless eyes.

"Now, I'll just complete this little party trick by taking your looks, your memories and your cash... and be on my way," Wolfbane said with a happy smile.

"...this was the bit I was dreading."

The warlock moved his head to Peter's, and pressed his lips to the other man's. As he came away, reams of thick white smoke, that glimmered even in the harsh lights of the men's room, trailed out of the dying man's mouth and into Wolfbane's.

Wolfbane stood up, raised himself to full height, and began to cough and splutter.

The Peter Collins that was able to watch the scene was aghast as he witnessed Wolfbane's skin appear to melt and become fluid, rippling before filling out with muscle and sinew and change features to match the man on the floor.

Seconds later, a man with the body and face of Peter Collins looked down at an identical, and very dead, doppelgänger.

"Before my mind goes for good," he said, in Peter's voice, "Let's get an illusion over you, make you me and bury John Wolfbane for good...

"Don't worry about your... er, my, criminal record though... This whole thing will look like a heart attack."

With a touch of his hand, the body on the ground rippled and shifted, in seconds matching that of Wolfbane.

Wolfbane then began to convulse himself, gripping his head before shaking and screaming, as he too had his memories changed.

After a minute or so, he settled down, looked round in panic and gave yet another scream when he saw the body before him.

The door burst open and Alf rushed in.

"What's going on in here, Pete?" he asked when he saw the body.

"I... I don't know... I... I was feeling really sick... came in here and... and... saw this guy...

"He... he... looks too still to be pissed. Is he...?"

"I... I don't know, son," murmured Alf. "I'll call an ambulance. You... stay with him."

Wolfbane walked out the door, and as he did so, all three men in the memory faded away into thin air, leaving only an empty toilet.

The real Peter Collins stood, shellshocked, from the events that had transpired before him.

"Who... who the hell am I...?" he croaked.

"You are Peter Collins, a wedding photographer from Manchester," the lilim said.

"A warlock by the name of John Wolfbane placed a hex on you and swapped memories with you, as well as stealing your appearance.

"Both of you have your real memories buried deep within your psyches. This is how I could take you here... to show you the truth...

"As you lay dying, Wolfbane was determined to leave nothing to chance and altered the 'John Wolfbane' memory he'd given you to remove any reference to his scheme, all on the odd chance you'd survive the poison.

"Instead of keeping his memory of the plot, you were made to think he... or rather you... had simply gone for a night out and cast a teleportation spell that went wrong."

"I... I..." Peter struggled to get the words out.

The lilim waited patiently.

"I never really cast a teleportation spell then... nor did he...

"How did I get to the garden if I didn't..."

The lilim was silent.

"I'm really dead aren't I? I went to the gard... to Hell. Because I was dead..."

"Actually, you're still dying," she said.

"You can think of the garden as your own purgatory if that helps. 

"Because of the specific nature of the magic spell used here and the supernatural nature of your death, your soul slipped through a barrier it wasn't meant to pass, landing in our domain...

"But my sisters and I have been so pleased for this most fortunate... mistake..."

"Well, I'm glad someone is happy about my death," he spat bitterly.

"What now? How long will I be here before my body gives up the ghost and I move on... for better or worse?"

"Only a matter of seconds... on earth, at least," came the reply.

"Here, where your soul frolics with us, that will stretch on for what your mind would comprehend as... eternity."

"I'll be stuck forever?" Peter asked incredulously.

"No, just what your mind would comprehend as eternity," said the lilim, seemingly splitting hairs somewhat.

"You will move on, as all mortals do. But when that will be, I cannot say."

"Will it be to something better?" Peter asked, fighting to stop a tear of sheer, icy dread sliding down his cheek.

"That is not for me to say, child," said the lilim.

"But there is no reason why your stay here can't be sheer bliss..."

Pink mist began to roll in through the windows, out of the toilets, through the ventilation shafts and any exposed gap in the building.

Plumes of the smoke grew thicker and thicker, blotting out all vision in a pink storm, before fading, to reveal a very different room.

Peter was faced with an elegantly decorated bedchamber. Although it seemingly had no windows or doors, the room was covered in satin drapes that ran along every wall.

The floor was coated in a thick red carpet and ahead of him lay... the bed.

It was a king-size four-poster affair, with luxuriantly soft-looking bedsheets and plump cushions.

Yet more appealing was the array of beautiful women sitting astride it.

Statuesque, toned bodies, unabashedly naked, were complemented with ample, perfectly formed assets and radiant faces.

Two women, blonde and brunette, left the bed to stride towards Peter smoothly swaying their hips.

Each stood either side of them, resting a hand on each shoulder and an arm down each pectoral muscle, before proceeding to plant kisses either side of his neck.

Peter looked over his shoulder, to see the still present smoke that symbolised the lilim.

"I can make this place whatever you'd like it to be," she told him.

"As long as I have your soul in my grasp like this, I can make you experience whatever I choose..."

Peter gasped. A petite redhead he hadn't noticed was kneeling before him and was beginning to give him head. The other two giggled at his surprise.

"If you like, it could be anything you choose instead..." she continued.

"All you need do is hand your soul to us. Let me be its keeper..."

"I... I don't know..." he said. 

He'd seen flashes of a trip to Hell – real, painful Hell – during his time with Matron, but that didn't mean it would come to pass. Did it?

"I don't know what your future holds," reasoned the lilim.

"But the way I see it, you can take a gamble on better or worse. Or... you can promise yourself to me and experience whatever your heart desires...

"...or even return to the garden, if that is your wish."

Peter pondered this as best he could amongst the delightful attentions of the three girls before him.

"What happens if I give you my soul?"

"I'll hold on to it for you, keep it nice and safe..."

It was hardly the most transparent and reassuring forecast, but Peter had already made up his mind. He could risk Hell in the pursuit of nirvana, or he could take the luxuries offered to him here and now. The ones involving beautiful women and creatures spawned purely for sexual fulfilment taking him to ecstasy again and again...

"I'll do it," he nodded.

"Do I need to do anything?"

He could have sworn he detected a smile in the plume of smoke.

"You've already done it."

He gasped as his shaft spewed over into the hungry mouth of the redhead at his waist.

"When you've had enough time in your playpen, you know where to find me.

"Who knows, perhaps when you return to the garden, we can become more intimately acquainted..."

With that, the apparition of the lilim disappeared and Peter was on his own with the girls.

He smiled to himself.

There were worse ways to spend eternity...



THE END



*** Epilogue ***

In a quiet patch of the garden, a small, raised circle of rock lay distinct from the rest of the garden. White fluid dribbled out from a crack running along its top and slid down to a waiting flower at the bottom.

The blue pods that hung from it closed up in response and begin to fill with the milky fluid. Soon, they would blossom, giving rise to the multicoloured creatures colloquially known as 'lust bugs', who would help prepare the next lost soul for their journey through the garden.

Miles below ground, far from the detection of any passer-by above, the source of the mysterious white fluid breathed a contented sigh...