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Eric stepped into the doorway of the old home. Vintage furniture filled the room, various couches, recliners and ottomans, covered in knit blankets and flowery upholstery. The room smelled faintly of flowers, probably from the dim candles that seemed to sit on every hard surface. It was as if his grandmother was a hobbit. Eric moved his foot and heard a squelch. With a blast of whipping wind coming from behind and the crack of thunder, he became fully aware of his soaked condition.
Eric looked back through the screen door he had just passed through, the rain was pouring. Hopefully this old house wouldn't flood. But... was it old? Eric's brain seemed to be caught on its own tail as he tried to think of what the outside of the house looked like. Or even... he looked back outside, where was the road? When had he gotten off of the bus?
"Oh, you poor thing," came a sultry voice from behind him. Eric turned his eyes back inside the house. There, in one of the archways entering the room stood a towering figure. A pale woman with voluminous raven hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, her body clad only in what looked like the finest silk robe that shimmered an iridescent black. She looked so much like the woman on the bus but... taller. MUCH taller. And the bus girl had been busty but this... "let's get you out of those nasty, wet rags, huh?" The woman approached him, her ultrawide hips popping back and forth as her towering form swayed back and forth. Her intimidating size became even more so as she approached him. The ceiling that he had almost bumped when he passed through the door, it felt... further away...
Eric stood helpless as this gothic amazon peeled his drenched shirt off, his duffel bag dropped with a thud onto the floor, forgotten. He remained motionless, his eyes being swallowed up in the woman's deep cleavage as she bent over and shucked his pants off, letting them collide to the ground with a wet slap. This woman was a siren, not an amazon. A towering siren, bewitching him with her beautiful voice. It was deep and mature, an obsidian velvet sound that massaged his ears. Eric felt like he could hear harmonies in her voice, like melodious whispers accompanying her words.
"Mmm," she sighed as her delicate hands perused Eric's cold, damp body. Her hands moved up and down his arms and chest, squeezing him in places, her eyes seemed focused on her task, darting inquisitively around. "Such lovely skin you have Eric," the woman's right hand ran up his chest, her painted black nails raking gently up from his navel, landing on his neck where her long fingers spread to wrap around his chin. "My sister really found me an adorable little treat for me today, didn't she?"
Eric tried to wrest some kind of control of the situation. He was cold and wet and hungry, and even as this woman towered over him more and more, he needed to show some kind of independence. "W-what's going on he-"
He was cut off almost instantaneously by the woman as she shoved a finger in between his lips.
"Shhh, that won't be necessary," she smiled. "Those big, beautiful lips of yours are so inadequate for speaking." Eric felt a pleasant tingle in his lips. They began to twitch and spasm around the invading finger until started to move them of his own accord. They gripped and slid around the index digit as his tongue began to awaken, joining in, slipping like a snake around a branch. Eric was overwhelmed with horrific pleasure. He felt his cock twitch. But that erogenous zone responded like a ripple across a pond, a spectator in this ecstatic experience.
And just as soon this new plateau of joy was introduced to Eric, it was yanked away from him. A sudden, loud 'Pop' as the woman's finger left his yearning mouth. The sights and sounds of the room reemerged in Eric's senses as he heard the rain once more and saw the room in the dim light of the candles, the rainbow of smells returning to his nostrils. That time spent with his lips wrapped around the woman's digit were devoid of time and space. Clearly, it seemed. As Eric had no memory of his movement to one of the several couches in the room. As his head turned in each direction, he could swear that he saw the girl from the bus on one of the other couches, sitting naked, a hand between splayed legs. But as tried to look directly there, she was gone. As if she only existed in his peripheral vision. And then again she would appear on the other side, in some kind of optical game.
His sense of touch came back, acutely. Instantly reminded again of his damp, nude body. And of a heavy weight sinking into the couch to his right flank, and fine silk pressed against his body. He turned his head only to be greeted by tit. A veritable wall of breast consumed his vision, that silken robe barely covering her 'modesty', if Eric dared refer to it as such. He attempted to look above the breast, but could barely make out the raven-haired crown of his titanic captor's head.
"Please, my darling, you should eat. You must be oh so hungry after your long journey." Her voice washed over Eric's ears. As he felt the silk brush gently along his face, it began to dawn on him what she meant. As the robe pulled away from her skin, Eric got an intimate look at her skin, feeling it against his face, the milky white flesh was flawless. But below the surface, he could see a web of thick blue veins, prominent and pulsing.
The robe hooked for a moment, pulling no further. As if it were stuck. A sharp tug from the woman revealed the bump in the road, a large, brown areola, almost the size of Eric's face. Capped off by a protruding nipple. Eric's body slid his face across the woman's delicate skin, having found something not only to feed his hungry form, but to try to sate his needy lips that still reeled from their recent emptying.
Reaching the turgid protrusion, Eric's lips wasted no time opening up and wrapping themselves around the stiff flesh. It was larger around than the woman's finger, though only half the length. More importantly, it felt divine. Nothing yielded from the teat yet, but simply the feeling of something piercing his needy lips to fill his mouth returned him to that heavenly state from before, though now still aware of his surroundings.
Perhaps even more aware. As he surveyed the room, pulling the nipple with him as he looked, he could now see the other women clearly, directly in his vision. Each of them was the spitting image of the girl from the bus. Pale, busty beyond belief, and each of their nude bodies glistened in the candle light. One had her long hair cascading down her body, the lengthy tresses falling down her heavy breasts and covering her nipples. Another sat on the couch opposite, a high ponytail behind her, large enough to be mistaken for a real horse's tail. She tweaked on her pale nipples with a hand while the other sat firmly in between her splayed legs, rubbing mindlessly at a drooling pussy. Each stared back at him with intense grey eyes, like they waited for something.
Finally, another girl entered the room, with all the same massive bosom, flawless glistening skin and curvaceous hips, but this one had a massive corona of black curls surrounding her head, like a lion's mane shaping her face. She carried beside her a large metal bucket, like a milking pail that farmers would use. She approached Eric, placing it between his legs. He spread them without being told, complying with the woman's intent.
"Now we can really start to help you, my darling," came the woman's voice from whom Eric suckled. A hand landed on the back of his head where it began to gently rake through his hair. "First, we'll need to cleanse the poison that's holding you back."
Eric wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but before he could really ponder her words, he felt his suckling suddenly rewarded. The thick nipple that filled his mouth finally responded to his needy lips with a steady flow of milk. Eric's hands gripped the couch, the muscles in his legs clenched. His eyes rolled back, unable to handle the wonderful ecstasy of the taste. He could feel the warmth of the liquid as it moved down his throat, heating up his still chilly body. Even still, as he lost control of his body, his lips remained tighter than ever. Absolutely unwilling to release the woman's generous breast.
He suckled loudly, moaning into the woman's breast as he watched the room. The curly-haired sister having moved to the floor near him, taking her position at the woman's other breast, seeming to suffer from her own overwhelming pleasure. The ponytail'd sister seemed to be watching even more intently, her hand eagerly frigging herself, the other squeezing at her ripe breast.
The sister whose midnight locks cascaded down her chest rose from her seat, her womanly hips shifting back and forth as she made her way toward the couch. She landed like a feather, despite the weighty nature of her features. She sat with her body pressed against Eric, her lips on his skin, peppering his neck with kisses as her hands explored his chest and back.
