A wave of pure terror crashed over him, panic gripped his chest, as his heartrate raced--he'd been caught, and by none other than Lilith herself.
She rested her hands on her hips, studying him with piercing blue eyes. Paralysed by shock, it took him a moment to force the words out. "I apologise for intruding," he stammered, his nerves faltering under the intensity of her gaze. "I was just here to... observe."
"Observe?" she laughed, her sultry voice echoing throughout the corridors. "Nobody comes here just to watch. Not for long, at least. Here at the Silk Labyrinth, we invite our guests to indulge their deepest, most depraved sexual fantasies--free from judgment or restraint."
She arched an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. "Tell me, Matthew... what is your deepest sexual fantasy, what do you truly desire?" She purred; her breath warm against his ear.
Before he could respond, she gently took his hand, her warm touch sending a shiver down his spine, as she guided him deeper into the labyrinth. Her hips swayed hypnotically, the tight latex clinging to every motion, emitting a subtle, tantalizing crinkle with each step. He couldn't look away.
As they walked, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "Do you know why they come here, Matthew?" she asked, her tone dripping with playful tease. "Why they risk everything for a taste of what lies within these boudoirs?"
He shook his head, too afraid--too entranced to speak.
"Because here, they can have what they desire most," she continued, her silky voice music to his ears.
"Pleasure untouched by mortal limitations, free from judgement or restraint. Here, you can have a taste of ecstasy so profound, it'll border on the divine. There are no screams in my bordello, no suffering. We only take what is freely given." She traced her hand along his chin, her touch light, teasing.
"Pleasure is our only duty, Matthew," she said, her fangs glinting in the low light.
Edward's advice reverberated in his mind. "If you were ever to find yourself inside the bordello, remember that the demonesses can only consume you when you step inside their private quarters, and as long as you stay on the outside, you are safe." The rule felt like a lifeline, an anchor amidst the bordello's intoxicating allure. Then, a shiver coursed through him--a mix of thrill and excitement as Matthew replayed Lilith's words in his mind.
"We only take what is freely given."
Matthew's eyes widened. Could it mean that even if he were to step inside a private room, he could return unharmed? That as long as he showed self-control, he could still escape unharmed? This felt like another lifeline. The possibility beckoned before him like an open door, both reassuring and deeply reckless.
The central hall was a lavish exhibition of sexual debauchery--where every creature and every movement hinted at the promises of forbidden pleasures. Yet, it wasn't quite as dangerous as Edward portrayed. Matthew was naïve, but convinced he could simply observe--and perhaps even sample the fruits, without falling into the same reckless behaviours that ensnared and ultimately consumed Edward.
Reflecting back, there was always a touch of envy as he remembers how the elite sorcerer class treated the demonic bordello as their plaything, coming and going without much consequence. But now, he's clinging to a new sense of self-control--that he's above such indulgences. Even as he follows the madam deeper into the labyrinth.
The madam paused before an extravagantly decorated door. Matthew's pulse quickened, as a mix of shock and arousal coursed through his veins. The door's surface featured a hyper-realistic representation of a woman's vagina, sculpted in meticulous detail. The radiant lips gaped open, drawing him forward. Unable to resist, Matthew reached out, and with his index finger stroked the surface--to his astonishment, it felt soft, moist--exactly like the real thing. He lifted his glistening finger to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent overwhelmed his senses, he rolled his eyes back in pleasure as the intoxicating aroma consumed him. Then, he slowly slipped the finger into his mouth, the taste was sweet, and delectable.
The madam chuckled with amusement, snapping him out of his trance. Her voice was a soft, velvety murmur, "I saw what you wanted, what you imagined back in the main hall." Matthew was red-faced, his mouth opening to protest, but no words came out. A wave of embarrassment washed over him. Was she the fleeting figure that gazed at him from the abyss? Despite the unease, Lilith's words did arouse a hint of curiosity.
He recalled observing the young succubae from earlier--the sight of her beautiful, mouth-wateringly engorged lips, and his shameful fantasy of being nestled within those luscious, wet folds. He had ogled her for too long and had the awkward feeling he was being watched.
Lilith's soothing voice pulled him from his daydream. "Matthew, aren't you curious about what lies behind that door?" she whispered. The question sent a flurry of arousal through his loins.
"Let me show you. There's no harm in having a peek, is there? The madam cocked her head to one side, smiling warmly and lulling him into a sense of ease. She was coaxing him into letting his guard down--and it was working.
She's right, he thought. Sneaking a glimpse inside the chambers wouldn't hurt. After all, Edward had been a regular here. Despite having visited more than two dozen times, he had always left alive. Edward had postulated that the bordello deliberately allowed clients to return--a conscious strategy to expand their clientele through whispered secrets, enhancing their mystique and allure. It was the addicts, the ones who couldn't stay away--who were ultimately devoured.
The thought made Matthew's pulse quicken, a thrill of nervous energy coursing through his veins. If Edward could return alive, so could he. A dangerous mix of desire and arrogance clouded his judgement, he could control this, looking wouldn't hurt, would it?
"This room is tailored for you, Matthew." She cooed, gesturing toward the small peephole beside the door. Her tone was full of promise --she knew he couldn't resist.
"This lucky man is a devoted client. He can't stop coming back--he thoroughly enjoys her sessions." Matthew hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.
The madam leaned in; her breath warm against his skin. "Go on," she coaxed.
"Take a look." Her eyes gleamed with playful wickedness, as her smile widened.
Despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of his mind, Matthew found himself leaning in. He pressed his eye against the peephole, and his heart skipped a beat. The room was an extravagant display of pink and reds, plush shiny furnishing, and lively erotic art. The floor boasted a glossy pink surface. It looked smooth and expensive, its reflective covering glowed under the low light. But it was the scent that instantly struck him--even from the outside, it was thick and intoxicating, like warm, intimate flesh. The same heavenly scent as the genitalia depicted on the boudoir door.
Matthew's eyes drifted towards the breathtaking young blonde, sprawled out across the king-sized bed--a masterpiece generously draped in luxurious red satin, its sheet pouring over the sides like a waterfall. The woman had perfectly milky white skin, and thick tumbles of golden hair cascading over her shoulders. A pink PVC bra hugged her generous breasts, sleek and tight--perfectly matching her thong and the collar encircling her slender throat.
The sight both aroused and perplexed Matthew--the collar typically signalled submissiveness, but here, it felt like deliberate touch to lull clients into a false sense of control. Her strawberry lips gleamed invitingly as she spread her legs, massaging her clit with slow circular motions. Clear stilettos adorned her feet--she was an object of desire, a pornstar brought to life.
The walls around her were a shiny, rose pink, decorated in sultry shifting art. Pictures of teardrop breasts bounced gracefully, scarlet lips kissed and beautiful pussies gaped wide open--they looked so realistic, as if begging him to touch and caress them. The atmosphere was hypnotic, Matthew was completely transfixed.
But it was the rhythmic squelching and pleasurable groans coming from behind the scarlet silk curtains near the bed that captured his attention. He glimpsed two softbox lights positioned directly at the curtains, illuminating whatever lay beyond. It felt like a porn set, and whoever was behind them was star of the show.
The opulent fabric rippled from the exquisite motions behind it, their undulating movements adding to his arousal. Then, a trickle of white cream spilled out from underneath the curtains, pooling on the latex-covered floor. Steam curled through the gaps--it was hot and fragrant. Matthew licked his lips, his heart beat quickening to a frenzied pace. He suspected what it could be, but couldn't bring himself to admit it.
The Madam's appearance had shifted--her once-human eyes now gleamed blood red, horns protruded from her head. Her true, demonic form now visible, but Matthew was too fixated on the boudoir to sense danger.
The beautiful blonde, noticing the prying eyes of a voyeur, flashed him a devilish smile.
"Meet Samantha, one of our most talented courtesans," Lilith murmured.
She rose from the bed, her hips swaying in slow, deliberate temptation as she made her way to the curtains. The high heels accentuated the curves of her toned, sculpted derrière. She turned to look Matthew in the eyes, giggling softly. Then, she hooked her fingers into the hem of her PVC thong and peeled it away slowly. His breath caught as her round, exposed bum and wet pussy were on full display. He gawked, mesmerized at the view. She blew him a playful kiss, then with a teasing smile, turned toward the scarlet curtains. And with a single motion, thrust them open.
His heart froze, unable to process what he was seeing. It was massive, fleshy, and glistening with moisture. Pink folds undulated rhythmically, steam rising from its slick, yawning orifice. Inside, a man writhed, his body completely enveloped in silky, moist flesh. The wet sounds of suction and obscene squelching filled the room, punctuated by the man's ragged moans.
"Do you know what it is?" The Madam whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Matthew's throat went dry. He couldn't speak.
