He tried to ask her with his eyes why he was trapped in this room. He wanted to know why he kept dying here only to come back to life in this room again. He had to get an understanding as to why...
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...he was back in this damned room every time he died in it. Why does he keep waking up, standing with his back to the mirrored wall and couch? What is the reason for this room and the many deaths he had already suffered (or pleasured) in here?
Jason quickly jumped to his right to escape the possible touch of the vampiress and her familiar that he knew was behind him. He knew in his heart that at her seductive touch, he would quickly give in to her lust and his and die at her hands again.
He made his was around the large bed, giving plenty of room between himself and it as he headed for the table and two straight back chairs. He needed to sit down and think this thru. As he neared the chairs, he quickly remembers the last time he fell into a chair and what happened.
Jason turned his head over to the corner where the "wicker chair" was at and saw the spider succubus lying in her web. It looked like she was actually sitting in the wicker chair, but Jason knew better. Turning his attention back to the table and chair, he hesitated.
Could this be another deadly trap, he thought to himself. Where are the strings that are attached to this particular situation? He knew deep down that if he sat down in either one of those chairs, he would most likely be attacked by some demoness wanting to take his life.
He squatted down and looked under the table and chairs from a short distance. He couldn't see anything around the table or on the floor that could suddenly make an appearance. From his squatting position, he placed his knees on the floor and looked up at the ceiling and didn't see anything above the table either.
"I guess you won't be coming over here to attack me," Jason said, turning his head to the spider succubus in her web. "Your web doesn't seem to go across the ceiling so you can climb over me over here."
"No, my lover, my domain is confined to my web and that is only in this little corner of this world," she replied. She grinned at him and showed her sharp fangs that had paralyzed him before.
Jason turned his head away from that look of hungry lust that he detected in her eyes. He believed that staring too long into her eyes would have caused him to go back to her, just as he was about to do before with the vampiress. He may have enjoyed their bodies wrapped around his and their lust; but he still didn't want to die again and possibly never wake up again.
He looked back at the chairs and table and couldn't see anything that could possibly trap him here. Giving up on the possibility of the trap snapping shut before he stepped into it, Jason walked over to the chairs and pulled the one on the other side of the table out. Before sitting down, he touched the cushioned seat tentatively with his finger tip, making sure that it wasn't going to stick to his bare skin.
When he had pulled his finger back three times after touching the seat, he concluded that he wouldn't be stuck to the chair. He turned the chair so that he would sit with his back to the corner, facing the rest of the room. The square table was to his left at about mid-chest height to him when he finally sat down.
Jason could look around and see the entire room. Looking past the vampiress' succulent body and into the mirror's reflective surface, he could still see the seductive stare of the mermaid in the tub in the restroom. Jason turned his eyes away from hers and noticed the look of a woman's face forming in the glass reflective surface. The familiar was making her presence known again.
He watched her reflective face smile at him and her smooth tongue lick her lips in a delicious seductive move. Jason turned his attention away from her and toward the bed, the most dangerous object in this room, according to his gut instinct.
Jason couldn't understand why he felt this way, but he knew that lying down on that inviting bed would be his last action. The bottom edge of the pillows at the head of the bed just barely touched the fold of the sheets and blanket that covered the bed. The sheets that were showing were the same red satin, maybe silk, looks of those that were covering the mattress that he had in the center of the pentagram. The blanket looked warm and inviting to his chilled body, since he was in the buff as he had been since he started waking up in this room.
Taking his eyes off the bed, he saw the hole in the wall on the other side of the bed. He began to wonder if that may be the way out of the room. It wasn't very large. If he was to try it, he would have to get down on his hands and knees and crawl into it. It didn't look too inviting, but he hoped it would be warmer than the room felt at the moment.
That was when Jason suddenly noticed that his body was cold. It was the first time in this room that he actually felt cold in the room. He turned his head to his left to look at the wall in that direction. He wondered if there was a vent along the wall that was blowing a cold breeze on his back.
He couldn't feel a wind blowing, but the air behind him was very chilly on his skin. As he was looking around, he suddenly felt the front of his body feeling chilled as well. Concentrating, he tried to focus on where his body was the coldest at and noticed that his back and his chest were the coldest. Even his upper thighs were cold, but his shins weren't cold.
Jason thought maybe the breeze was blowing from above him and into the corner, making that air around him cool down quickly but not hitting his body directly. As he raised his head, he felt the gentle touch of something, not a wind, but something cold on his shoulders. It was a caressing touch that slid around his neck from the front to the back and ran up thru his hair on the back.
He knew that something was wrong with this, but the touch was comforting besides the chill that it ran down his back. The chill moved its way down and came back up between his legs and to his dick. For some reason, it was causing him to slowly grow hard. The cool touch playing with the hair on the back of his head was sending seductive feeling thru his body.
When he suddenly thought that it was a seductive touch, Jason tried to rise up off the chair. He noticed instead that there was some pressure on his lap keeping him in his seat. The cold on his chest also pressed him into the back of the chair, as well. His head was still looking up at the ceiling and he brought it forward to see if he could tell what it was that was pushing him into the chair.
When his head was looking forward, he couldn't see anything, but he did feel something. It was like a smooth cheek was pressed to his right cheek and a pair of soft but cold lips were kissing his earlobe.
Jason's body shivered at the kiss and his dick stiffened a little more at the feeling. The invisible soft lips moved their gentle touches down his cheek, kissing along the way gently, making their way along his cheekbone and down to his mouth. When the reached it, they didn't seem to do more than just gently press against his lips as if to only to give him a peck.
Jason took his left arm off the table where he had it resting and raised his right arm too. He tried to touch the person that must be sitting on his lap, but his arm passed thru the air in front of him. The air was almost freezing as it passed thru the empty space. He put his arms back down, both hands resting on his knees.
The lips were now kissing along his left jaw line and toward his neck on the left side. Jason was growing more aroused with the kisses from the supple invisible cold lips on his face and neck. When they did reach his neck, they were no longer just pressing on to his skin but seemed to be more open with each kiss. He thought he could feel what would be a tongue between them as well.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the touches of the fingers (because that was the only thing it could be) running thru his hair and sensuous kisses on his neck. With his eyes closed, he could imagine it was a woman that was straddling his lap, her arms around his neck, her fingers tickling his hairline and her tongue caressing his neck between her lips.
But if it was her arms around his neck and her hands in his hair, then whose hands were now moving around his sides to his chest from behind? Jason quickly opened his eyes and moaned at the same time as another pair of lips started kissing the base of his neck on the back side. The coldness was creeping into his skin, but his erection was growing harder by the second. He finally figured out what the trap was here.
Jason was being seduced by two ghosts. He knew that he was trapped between the two of them and knew that if he was going to live, he had better escape. He moved his left hand off his knee and placed it on the table for leverage. Pushing off the table, he tried to rise up off the chair, but he could actually feel the weight of the ghost on his lap this time. Her thighs were smooth as the slid along his legs, tightening their grip to the chair to hold him down under her.
Jason also felt her breast now pressing into his chest, as well. Her nipples must have been aroused or cold, because the feeling of their cold points in his chest let him know that he wasn't the only aroused and cold. He strained to try and stand again but the hands that had slid around his chest now seemed more solid as well. They gripped him back against the chair. The pair of lips slid to his right earlobe and started kissing, licking and sucking on it.