...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.
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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.
