The Red Room Chronicles

This is final part of the Red Room Chronicles. If you haven't read the first two chapters, then you're missing out and it might lead to confusion. So, refer to those chapters before reading this one.

How will this psychosexual story end?

What will the horny stepmother do?

Will the step son convert to the Red Room?

All characters are 18 or older.

In the silence between dreams

a whisper calls from crimson seams.

Bound in silk, lost in a spell

we walk the line between heaven and hell.

Red wine, red room, red sin--

where do our dreams begin?

Is this our fate,

that we cannot escape?

Sip, confess, laugh away--

but truth won't fade, it wants to stay.

CHAPTER 3 THE CLIMAX

Lilith observed Adam as he sat across from her at the breakfast table. He was restless again. She could she the dark circles under his eyes. Something in his presence shifted. There was something in the way his eyes lingered on her just a moment to long before darting away.

She sipped her warm coffee, letting the silence simmer between them, waiting for him to strike a conversation. But he didn't. Adam was lost in thought, and absentmindedly stirring his spoon through his cereal.

Finally, she decided to speak.

"You seem off today."

Adam glanced up, and stopping his mindless stirring.

"What do you mean?"

Lilith tilted her head to the side, studying him.

"Like you're holding some kind of weight. I don't know how to put it."

Adam hesitated at first, then set his spoon down on the table.

"I had a strange dream."

Dreams have been piquing her interest lately due to all the intense dreams she's been having. Dreams of fucking Adam and being fucked by him.

Lilith leaned forward and asked, "Would you like to talk about it?"

He exhaled, and felt a little nervous by her question. But he carried on and started answering her question.

"You were in my dream. And the Red Room."

A daunting chill slither down Lilith spine, like a serpent moving down the trunk of a tree. She folded her arms, disguising the way her pulse sped up.

"Ah, the Red Room," she echoed.

"It was strangest dream I've ever had. It felt real."

Adam looked up, to meet her gaze fully now.

"It was like it happened before. And still happening."

Lilith knew exactly what he meant. For weeks she's been having similar erotic, feverish visions in the Red Room where Adam's was tangled in her limbs; bound by the will of the Red Room.

"It's not just a dream, but something else, isn't it?" Adam asked softly.

Lilith sighed, setting her cup of coffee down with deliberate care.

"No. It's not."

The truth was out in the air, humming between them like a live wire.

"Whatever the Red Room is, it has us under a spell. I don't understand what or why, but it's happening."

Lilith knew there was no use denying it. The Red Room was pulling them into something otherworldly and incomprehensible.

Adam's fingers brushed against his bowl of cereal.

"Do you think...we should try to stop it?"

Lilith stared at him for a long time, her nails tracing the rim of the coffee mug. She's been having these dreams for awhile now. A part of her knew it was wrong and another part of her craved it and was enamored by it. If only Adam knew the sweet and wild moans that came out of her as he wrecked her pussy in the Red Room. Did she want to stop it? Or was this the moment she's been waiting for all along?

"Adam, I don't know where to begin..or how to stop this...whatever it is."

The Red Room was starting to bleed into their waking world. And it was only a matter of time before they stopped resisting.

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Adam was having more fever dreams. The Red Room has seeped into his bones. She knew because she's been experiencing the same thing. He was hesitant and distracted. And questioned his waking world.

"Wine," she suggests, swirling a dark red glass in her hand.

"Sometimes the best medicine is a little surrender and some red wine."

The red wine flowed between them, loosening the edges of restraints. Adam was done with his second glass of wine before he even realized. His limbs were warm and his tongue unguarded. Lilith had been watching him all night, studying the changes in his demeanor. She's been waiting for the right moment to press forward.

"You been different this week, she finally said.

"You dreamed of me, didn't you?"

Adam hesitated for a second and replied, "Yeah I did."

He exhaled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Lilith took a slow sip of her wine. "Tell me."

The words tumbled out, carried forth by the allure of the wine. He told her about the Red Room, about being bound in the dream and the way she had--

"Fucked you senseless?" Lilith teased with a smirk and a raised brow.

Adam nearly choked on his drink. "Damn Lilith."

Lilith laughed, delighted by his sudden embarrassment.

"What? It's your dream. Or maybe..." She paused, her eyes darkening. "Maybe it's mine too."

What she said stopped him cold. He set his glass down.

"What do you mean?"

Lilith smiled and traced the rim of her glass, debating whether to confess or not.

"I had a dream last night, too. You were there with me in the Red Room."

Adam's eyes widen at her remark.

"What happened?"

"I was on my knees and I sucked your cock. And then you worshiped me like some divine whore."

They drifted into a thoughtful silence, the weight of it pressing between them.

Then, in an effort to break the tension, he let out a nervous chuckle.

"Did you at least like my dream-cock?"

Lilith grinned, her laughter was warm and wicked at the same time.

"Oh darling, it was a great cock. I ate it up."

They laughed like two people trying to keep from falling over the edge of something too big to control.

No amount of wine or wit could change the truth. The Red Room was playing them like wooden puppets. And it didn't plan on letting go of their strings just yet.

Lilith leaned back in her chair, watching Adam.

His face was flushed from the wine but also from something neither of them could deny any longer.

"You ever think," she began, swirling her wine glass again, "that maybe the Red Room is alive. An otherworldly force?"

Adam responded, "It must be more than our subconscious playing tricks on us if we're both experiencing it."

"So let's say--hypothetically--that we're connected to that place. And what happens there is real in some way. What does that mean?"

Lilith waited for his reply.

Adam tapped his fingers against the glass rim of his cup.

"You tell me what it means. What's worse--thinking about it, feeling it or saying it out loud?"

"Saying it out loud makes it real," Lilith blurted out.

She set her glass down, and pierced Adam with a devilish gaze. With a challenging tone she muttered, "So say it."

His voice was quiet but firm, "I want you."

It wasn't in the dream or in the Red Room anymore. It's right here and right now.

Lilith licked her lips, tasting a little bit of the red wine still lingering. "And if we gave in?"

Adam ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Would it be wrong?"

Lilith echoed a bitter chuckle. "Does it even matter? Would we stop if it was?"

Later that night, long after Adam had gone to bed, Lilith sat alone with her laptop, fingers pressing the buttons on the keyboard. She opened a private browser and typed:

"Recurring dreams of desire. Shared dream experiences. Meaning?"

Clicking through various forums she found stories of people who claimed to have met lovers in dreams, soul tied beyond time. Some would dismiss it as fantasy. Other swore it was reality. And some felt it was prophetic.

Still unsatisfied, she searched up something more visceral. She remembered in her dream how Adam worshiped her as this divine whore-goddess. Which lead her to, "The Red Goddess. Babalon."

There were pages filled on the screen. Lilith skimmed through articles, and esoteric writings of Babalon, the Scarlet Woman. She was the liberating flame of unashamed desire, the one who consumed guilt and turned it into power.

Lilith leaned forward, immensely intrigued, devouring every word.

"Drink deeply of the cup. There's no shame in your longing. There's no sin in the sacred act of ecstatic surrender."

Maybe this wasn't about morality. Maybe transgression and transformation are synonymous.

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In the waking world, the air and aura between them crackles with a mute tension. Each glance, each brush of skin, sends fervent waves of heat through their veins.

Days go by; and Lilith watches Adam like a hawk watching its prey. Her pulse increases with thoughts of what she craves. The same taboo desire is in his eyes too: that same primal hunger. The flimsy line between dreams and reality has blurred beyond recognition.

One night, unable to resist the mystical pull any longer, Lilith decides the time has come for her to take action. Adam was in the living room writing. She moves towards him, her steps deliberate and slow, her body aching with the weight of her insatiable longing.

Adam's gaze locks with hers, filled with confusion and awe. But also a similar longing. She doesn't wait for him to make the first move, instead she takes controls. Her fingers trace the curve of his jaw before sliding down to the collar of his shirts, where she pulls him closer, her lips pressing his in a kiss that's both gentle and unrelenting.

"Lilith... is this real?" Adam whispers, his voice hoarse, trembling with the weight of sexual tension and of his question.

There wasn't a gentle caress through Adam's pants. Lilith gripped Adam's erection. This instinctual and feral appetite was consuming her. She's yearned to feel it. In dreams it was hers to devour but now she's feeling it in the most tangible sense. Measuring its thickness through the fabric and in between her fingers. She's ready to claim him.

"It's real."

Her breath is hot and heavy against his skin, her lips grazing his ear as she whispers, "I want to fuck you. And I know you want to fuck me too."

There's no going back. She's not his stepmother, the caretaker that watched him grow up from an adolescent teenager to the adult he is today. In this moment she's the lover, the seductress.

Lilith is firmly on top his lap, sticking her hand into his pants to play with his cock. Adams hands finds her wide waist, pulling her closer. His body responding to how she squeezes and strokes his shaft. She gasps as he starts unbuttoning her blouse.

Their clothes fall away onto the floor. They are naked and exposed in the moonlight. The only sounds are their pounding hearts and ragged breaths.

Lilith positions his throbbing cock in between her legs. Their eyes lock, and the moment he enters her aching, and welcoming pussy, it was like her body remembers his cock as if it was a familiar sensation. In the Red Room he had fucked her countless times, so of course the body remembered. The feeling of him pulsing inside her is electric, a surge of overwhelming pleasure. Her nails dig into his back as he thrusts inside her. How strange is it that dreams can mirror "reality"?

Their kisses became deeper and more passionate. Every thrust is an act of defiance, a breaking of boundaries. She was lost in him and the rhythm of their bodies moving forward.

Their motions quickened, she intensely straddled him like she was trying to swallow his cock completely.

"Do you feel it? This is real life. You feel so good inside me."

Adam answers with a growl of primal pleasure, his body crashing into hers. They were becoming one. It didn't matter that Lilith raised Adam and has been his step mom for 13 years. From the age of sixteen to the age of thirty. Their identities in this moment didn't matter. They were fucking each other into oblivion. They were making love inside infinity where conventional thinking or societal norms dissolved.

She felt him everywhere, inside her, around her skin, and with each movement and moan their connection intensifies and deepens. Red curtains began to flow blending with their living room until the living room faded. They were in the Red Room and simultaneously in the waking world.

With Adam deep inside her, she could feel he was was close to reaching his peaks and she's was about to as well.

"Adam, baby stay inside me. I'm about to cum. Cum for me. Cum with me!"

And so he did. It was a shuddering climax. He kept pumping his warm cum inside her as they passionately kissed. They have crossed the abyss. Nothing will be the same again.