The Silk Labyrinth Pt 02

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.

"It's a vagina," she purred enthusiastically. "A big, wet pussy designed to milk you dry. Look closely, Matthew--see how it works."

The man inside was drowning in pleasure, his body gliding effortlessly within the warm, pulsating pussy. The semi-translucent folds and photography lighting gave Matthew a clear, voyeuristic view of the action. Her plump, glistening labia lips delicately kissed his neck and face, caressing him with the tenderness of a passionate lover. From her trembling orifice, a thick creamy liquid seeped out, spreading in glimmering waves across the floor. Despite the surreal nature of the scene, it was undeniably erotic.

The man's face was a mask of pure bliss, his moans growing louder as the moist folds tightened around him, demanding more. The pussy was giving him a big, wet, loving hug--Matthew couldn't blink. The squeezing and squelching sounds as the man was milked were intoxicating to witness, it sent ripples of pleasure to his groin.

"Imagine what it's like," the madam's voice a seductive whisper.

"To be inside her tight, wet pussy. To feel every nerve, ignite with sensation as she squeezes and kneads you." Her lips curled into a teasing smile.

"Mmm...." Lilith exhaled, a ripple of pleasure emanating through her voice.

"I can almost feel it myself--those snug, velvety folds wrapped around him, drenching every inch of his body in her love juices. The pussy will keep squeezing.... sucking.... until there's nothing left." Her voice dripped with wicked delight.

Something in the deep recesses of his mind flashed with danger, but Matthew was too far gone, too lost to desire. Samantha posed on the bed, pouting her strawberry lips, as she rubbed her dripping wet pussy. She blew him a teasing kiss before lowering herself on all fours, her round derriere rising as her wet lips parted, giving the lucky man an irresistible view of her intimate parts. Matthew stood frozen, his jaw dropped, utterly memorized by the sight.

Then, the man's moans grew louder, trembled uncontrollably, his back arching as the obscene flesh convulsed around him. His hips thrust forward as he climaxed, pumping thick, glowing essence into her tight orifice. Matthew's gaze dropped to the floor--that's when he noticed a discreet, fleshy tube extending from the base of the pussy. It pulsed and writhed of its own accord. Samantha walked over to it, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. And without hesitation, she slid it between her moist folds, pushing it deep inside herself. A wet, slurping sound filled the room as it locked into place.

Matthew couldn't pull away, too shocked and aroused in equal measure.

The tube pulsed and glowed as bulges of stolen lifeforce travelled into her. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as she absorbed his essence. A deep, rapturous moan spilled from Samantha's lips.

The Madam smiled, grinning softly.

"Their pleasure centres are linked," she purred. "She feels everything he does--every squeeze, every moan, every climax. The pussy draws out his essence, channelling it to Samantha. It's a symbiotic relationship, a sensuous feeding session--pleasure for both parties." She explained.

Samantha was laughing, enjoying the experience just as much as he was. Her expression glowed more radiant than before, her movements giddy with pleasure, as though intoxicated by the rush of his release--his cum, or rather, his very lifeforce, sending waves of euphoria through her. Her smile was infectious, utterly captivating. Matthew couldn't help but smile back--it was like there is nothing more natural, nothing more wonderful than surrendering to her desires, her hunger.

Another deep groan echoed through the room, barely seconds after the last orgasm, as the man spurted another thick load into her silky walls. Samantha shuddered, her body convulsing as she absorbed it. The pussy kept squeezing his naked body in rhythmic motions, the living tube pulsating as bulges of stolen essence passed through it in regular succession.

"Yes," she hissed. "Spray your seed into my hot, pink pussy. Mmmm.... Yummy." Her voice dripping with satisfaction. Matthew could barely breathe. Rather than feeling fear, he was overcome with lust--his only thought was what would it feel like to be inside her?

Samantha turned to face Matthew, giving him an inviting smile and wriggled her fingers in a seductive wave, beckoning him closer. His penis throbbed uncontrollably; his heart racing--all he wanted right now is to be inside that pussy.

"Adrian has visited Samantha over two dozen times, I think we shall give him the ultimate experience." The madam murmured, her smile menacing, with a sense of something foreboding. Matthew's excitement and arousal drowned away any fear. Edward's stories flickered in his mind-- "The Silk Labyrinth pumped pheromones into the boudoirs, stripping away inhibition and magnifying sex drive."

Then suddenly, the man let out a deep, strangled moan. The walls clenched around his body with an obscene, wet squelch. His body sank deeper as hot juices surged up to his neck. And then, with one final, ravenous squeeze, he was swallowed whole--disappearing into her pulsating depths. The beautiful pussy spasmed relentlessly, sending thick steam billowing into the air. Lewd, wet gulps filled the room as succulent juices spilled out in waves. Then came a heavy, violent jerk, followed by a massive bulge rippling into Samantha's inviting folds. She responded with an almighty orgasm, screaming in ecstasy as hot cream splashed across the floor.

Matthew's mouth parted in awe and horror as the tube pulsed continuously, radiating a golden light.

"Yummy, your soul is deliciousssss," she purred, her hot body trembling with pleasure. Samantha's skin glowed with a radiant vigour from his stolen essence.

Matthew inhaled deeply; the air was saturated with the scent of rich, caramelized sweetness--it smelled divine. Each breath drew in the thick, intoxicating aroma, teasing his senses, sending his libido into overdrive. He licked his lips, drool dripping from his mouth.

"Remember Matthew," the madam whispered, fangs centimetres from his neck. "Here, we celebrate sex. We cater to every fetish; there's nothing to be ashamed of--nothing is too perverted for the Silk Labyrinth."

Matthew shook with horror and arousal; it was a breathtaking sight. His instinct was ordering him to run, but the pheromones were already coursing through his system, drugging his mind, numbing fear.

The room fell silent, the man was gone.

Swallowing hard, Matthew opened his mouth. "Where is...?"

Lilith silenced him with a single finger over his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah....shhhh," she crooned.

"Wouldn't you like to join her? You've never been inside a woman before, have you?" She asked, her words a teasing caress.

Matthew's face flushed red with embarrassment. Lilith sauntered over to the door, gentling pressing down the handle, opening the door with a slow, deliberate intent. Turning back, she curled her finger, coaxing him forward.

"Come, she'll make your dreams come true," her voice soft, imbued with the promise of pleasure.

Without thinking, Matthew walked forward, before he could stop himself the door swung shut behind him, locking with a quiet click. The boudoir became a dream like blur, overcome with nervous energy, he was shaking--unbelievably erect. Samantha's face lit up with unrestrained joy. With an eager squeal, she ran towards him, moving with effortless grace. Matthew smiled, overcome with lust.

She wrapped her arms around him in a lover's embrace. This was the first time he had ever cuddled a naked woman--her hot, silky skin electrifying every nerve ending. She pulled away, eyes gleaming, and gifted him his first deep French kiss. Her supple lips moulded against his with sweet tenderness, soft, and loving. Her wet tongue danced against his, exploring every corner of his mouth, drowning him in warmth.

By now, Matthew was completely gone--lost to lust. He stood in his boxer shorts, totally unaware of where his clothes had gone.

"This is your first time," Samantha purred, tracing a delicate finger down his trembling arm.

"Virgins are special. I'll make sure this is an experience to remember." Her words dripped with excitement.

She gently took his hand, their fingers intertwined like partners, and led him towards the waiting orifice. Sensing his presence, it gaped open in anticipation, still dripping with nectar from its last feast. Up close, it was the pussy of his dreams. It pulsed with slow, gentle contractions, like a heartbeat--warm, wet and utterly inviting.

Matthew took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent coming from her pussy. It was sweet, rich--melting away any lingering anxiety, while potent pheromones obliterated the last traces of fear. His pupils dilated; his mind sank into bliss.

The bright studio lights illuminated the glistening orifice in spectacular detail, highlighting every slick, undulating fold. He felt like the star of a high-budget porn film, about to have sex with the hottest adult actress, or should he say...pussy.

Matthew reached out hesitantly, and caressed the velvety folds. They were impossibly soft, moist, and warm to the touch. The living flesh quivered beneath his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss it--it kissed him back. Then, with slow, deliberate intent he tasted her wetness, licking a drop of nectar from its lips. It was unbelievably sweet. Like candy.