The Witch’s Dollhouse 5

Phil didn’t open his eyes so much as he focused until the world reformed around him.

He didn’t sleep — couldn’t sleep — the closest he could manage was to black out.

It was his only means of escape now, slipping in and out of a void in which tranquil silence embraced his arrival and sheltered him from a world of madness.

All because of his new body, a body that could not grow exhausted, did not require food or drink and was always in a state of hyper-sensitivity. It was a prison he was trapped inside, a tomb from which he was tormented every day without end.

No, not a tomb, there wasn’t anything merciful like an end for it to be likened as such.

It was an odd thing to be afraid of, an eternal life surrounded by beautiful — if not fake — women that lived to service him so thoroughly. If he was given such a fantasy before coming here he would have accepted it without hesitation.

But the constant pleasure was mind shattering, his sanity was crumbling and he had no control over the events that transpired. His body may have not needed rest but his mind was exhausted, the screaming synapses sparking all over his body never dulled and his brain was struggling to process the stigma overloading his senses.

Had he still had his original body, Phil had no doubt he would have been comatose if not dead from the experience.

He could only hope to be so lucky now.

He lay there, his body didn’t ache and felt like he had slept a well rested slumber but even so he failed to summon the strength to get up.

As he lay there he tried to think about how long he had spent in this impossible mansion. It was too tough to say accurately — days had passed at least, more than a month at most but how long exactly was the question…

Time, it seemed, had given up on him.

He remembered the first days in this body vividly, his mind was never given the chance to repress it. Passed around the horny dolls like some kind of toy in the hands of a horde of bright eyed children, he was practically torn apart and put back together, rearranged to suit their tastes as they took their time easing their own sexual torment.

Every doll had once been a real girl, some had spent centuries in this house, some less than a few years, all of them had been sexually tormented every second through a link to their original bodies and filled with lewd thoughts of Philip.

Their minds twisted and warped into obsession, their bodies a time bomb of pent up frustration with no relief, they took it all out on the man they were brainwashed into loving with all their heart and soul.

After that he was taken by the dolls dwelling in the basement, obscenely huge titans that consisted of fat and extremely exaggerated proportions. Each resembled the mistress of the manor, only where she had a petite form, these colossi where larger, breasts bigger than watermelons, hips wider than a tree trunk and an ass to match. They towered over him and with no effort at all, carried him into the basement for him to suffer in the dark.

Hours passed as he was reduced to a toy in their grasp — straddled by their gigantic bodies and crushed between their fatty mounds, his body felt like putty being molded against the bodies of his captors.

It was impossible to see in the dark, the skylight that would be the only true light source in the room was kept shut the whole time and the air became clammy and hot with the excess of bodies moving around in the cramp space.

Philip didn’t think the dolls could actually sweat but they had a process that mimic the function. Salty liquid seeped from their skin, oiling up their bodies nice and sleek and washing over Philip’s body to match. As Phil’s tiny frame was crashed and rocked against the gargantuan hips around him, he found himself glued to their bodies as they carried him around and drowned him in an ocean of flesh.

It was entirely possible whole days had passed as he was trapped in that limbo though it was difficult to say any more, he was awake the whole process and his mind refused to adjust to the sensations he was overwhelmed with. Impossibly, every time his penis was wrapped inside a pussy’s folds, enveloped by titanic tits, compacted inside a tight anus or suckled by a hungry mouth, it felt as fresh and new as his virgin experience.

It was difficult to concentrate and impossible to acclimate himself.

There were periods when the dolls were all seemingly satisfied and for a brief period he was free.

The first time it happened, the absence of feeling made him panic. In the dark, the certainty of dozens of bodies crushing him kept him ironically tethered but now, he almost thought he had lost it and was falling infinitely into an eternal void.

When he finally calmed down enough to get his act together, he managed to get up and trip onto the prone form of another doll, waking her up in that instance and prompting her to wrap he arms around him and engage in more sloppy sex.

The rest woke up shortly after and joined in.

The second time it happened, he had been stumbling around the dark, uselessly tripping over every little thing before finally being caught.

The third time his eyes had begun to adjust to the dark, but one of the dolls had collapsed on top of him, forcing him to spend too much time prying her off. By the time he had reached the exit, he had collapsed outside before a mob of sticky flesh had dragged him back into the dark, barely waiting to reach the bottom of the stairs before violating him again.

The fourth time was successful and after escaping the dark prison and stumbling into the blinding light above, he wondered the corridors aimlessly, unsure of where to go next.

It wasn’t long, however, before he found himself being pulled into another room — a living room if it could be called such.

It was small, more of a large closet than a room, with two chairs and a coffee table, a dresser and a window.

Here he was pushed into one of the comfy leather chairs and straddled by a doll with short blonde hair, who proceeded to grace her lover with numerous kisses on the face, her legs intertwining around his as her currently dribbling pussy rubbed up against his eternally erect dick.

As she melded her lips to his, he noticed one of the dolls had laid down on the table, her hips raised high to offer him a view of her rose pink pussy as her fingers slipped inside, stirring up the clear fluid that poured out and teasing the starving orifice in preparation for him.

Next to the window, her curvaceous form silhouetted against the golden rays of the morning sun, a doll with long, auburn brown hair danced seductively, sliding her hands across her body, twirling her limbs and wriggling her hips with lewd abandon.

The blonde didn’t seem to mind his wondering attention, his lips belonged to her while his eyes were possessed by the others.

The teasing would continue but eventually even the dolls couldn’t contain themselves any longer. From the chairs to the window, the walls and the floor, Phil and the dolls violently slapped their hips together as they tumbled through the entire room.

The dolls that weren’t taking his penis inside them had him taste their body or stuff his fingers in waiting holes while the third doll drowned her crotch in his unending semen, screaming primal arousal with a mad grin as she relived countless years of continuous erotic torment.

After that point it became a blur.

He didn’t have a schedule to his time in the mansion, probably one of the reasons it was so difficult to remember how much time had passed.

If he was found, he was fucked — that was the sole rule. The dolls would stand by in the hallways or hide away in rooms. Sometimes they were in a type of stasis, much like when he first arrived in the mansion, but more often than not they were active.

They never returned to their original, stoic states. Ever since the first day of his new life, the dolls remained in a state of unabated arousal and were often found masturbating to themselves whenever they weren’t in stasis.

The moment they saw Philip however, they drop whatever it was they were busying themselves with and throw themselves onto him, daring to do the deed right there and then or dragging him away somewhere more private to indulge in him there.

Even one doll took hours of non-stop sex and cream-pies to satisfy, and if Philip was lucky, he’d get a chance to escape before another doll caught up to him.

IF he was lucky.

Sometimes more dolls would walk in on the act and join in, adding to the orgy more and more. But more often than not when he had finally satisfied all present, he’d immediately be grabbed by a new group of dolls, dragged away to a new room where the cycle would repeat itself anew.

There were rare occasions too when the dolls from the basement would emerge from their dark lair to hunt him down and drag him back in for their turn. It was unusual to him.

Unlike the dolls above, the dolls below remained impassive and stoic. Whereas the dolls of the manor seemed to take great joy in violating their guest, like he was a lover they had been lusting for after so long, the dolls of the basement treat him as if he was a means to end.

Like fucking him was their sole function rather than an activity to take joy in.

Likewise, some of the surface dolls would steal him away from the basement if given the chance. Their attempts weren’t always successful but they didn’t seem to mind joining the basement orgy either.

This had been Philip’s life for an unknown period of time, during which he made many attempts to escape.

He couldn’t remember all of them, but there were a few that stuck out.

He learned early on that the doors to outside the manor were no longer working. Every attempt to break them down received no positive result, it was almost as if they had become mere decorations on the wall rather than a portal to the outside.

Same with the windows, they didn’t even rattle in their frames when he slammed into them or threw furniture.

The exception were the windows leading to the inner courtyard.

When he was first checking them out, a doll had caught and fucked him while he was hanging half-way out the sill.

Trapping him in place with the window frame while they sucked off his defenseless bottom, the impatient lovers eventually pulled him inside to take him there and then.

The moment he got a chance again, he returned to the window, hoping to scale the inner walls to the roof and from there…

Unfortunately his plan failed before it even started, the roof was built higher than he could reach and the walls were smooth — far too smooth to be as old as it was — to gain a decent foothold.

It was like the witch had redesigned the whole estate to prevent any kind of escape, a supernatural fortress from which there was no departure.

Didn’t stop him from trying though and, of course, he failed to reach the roof, instead he crashed into the courtyard.

He couldn’t feel any pain in his body though the impact was a shock.

A leg disconnected and bounced away into the bushes, which was more of an inconvenience than anything.

Before he could crawl away, two dolls he recognized: the mother and daughter combo, emerged from nowhere and dragged him deeper into the courtyard to a large, twisted pine tree — bare of leaves despite the warm summer day.

When he struggled they removed his other leg and set to smothering him in their affection.

The daughter clung to him like he was her most favourite person in the world, and in some respect he was. While she drew him into a deep kiss, her youthful and energetic body nuzzled against his own as if trying to physically merge their bodies together. The mother, meanwhile fastened her lips to his and bobbed to a hidden rhythm, her serpentine tongue dancing along his shaft.

They eventually shifted to a more lascivious display of love. This continued, just the three of them, until Philip finally found and reattached his missing limbs, escaping the courtyard at last.

Another attempt was to escape via the skylight in the basement.

It was difficult to time, the basement dolls were always present in the dark after all and the head of the house was in no apparent rush to chain them back up like when he first arrived.

The first three attempts were mistimed.

Phil quickly abandoned the first attempt from loss of nerve and barely escaped the second time after wandering the abyss blindly, rousing the dolls from whatever qualified as “sleep” and escaping just before they could grab him.

The third time was less successful.

He managed to find the chain that served as a pulley to open the skylight and managed to reveal the starlight above before the horde had finally caught him and smothered him within their numbers.

On the quite literal bright side he was no longer swimming in absolute obscurity, the silver light of the outside world piercing the gloom illuminated his surroundings and let him at least see the face of his companions.

But the squirming mass eclipsed the light quickly, an argent outlined shadow wriggling in mockery of his escape attempts as the dark consumed him for another time.

He was able to get a sense of time because of it; the silver starlight bled orange then a radiant gold then back to it’s ivory sheen during the abyssal feast.

When he was free at last, he got a good look at the skylight and the wooden frames caging his freedom before leaving. It was a few days later when he was able to make his next move.

He found what he was looking for in the attic room, a dusty place he hadn’t set foot in since his first day in this nightmare.

It was cobwebbed and rusty and far from peak condition but it was more than enough, better than anything else he could have found.

He returned to the basement, opened the skylight and quickly climbed the chain that lead up to it.

His body was purposely designed to be weak to prevent resistance but even as he was, he could manage to climb to his goal.

He hung from the skylight, clinging to it with his legs as he dangled half upside down.

He took the hatchet he had clenched in his mouth and hacked at the frame.

Unsurprisingly the rusty edge bounced uselessly against the tough wood but he persevered, spending so long hacking away a small entry into the shaft that lead outside.

After significant effort and determination, his efforts were rewarded when the wood finally began to splinter under his blows and he began to renew his assault with reinstated vigor.

At one point a wail drifted up to him and when he looked down from his perch, he saw the dolls reaching up to him as if to embrace him, their once emotionless faces were now pained and sad as if understanding what he was doing and powerless to stop from doing it.

Phil took that as a good sign. If it bothered them this much then surely that means this will work? Right?

His hope overcame his screaming muscles and burning limbs, he willed himself to tighten his grip and swing harder.

Finally he created a hole big enough for his skinny frame to squeeze through, discarding the axe as he did so.

He rested on the skylight after climbing through, getting feeling back into his numb body. And then he started climbing.

The shaft was tall but unlike the estate’s walls, the rocks that made up the walls of the chimney were uneven and offered so many purchases and footholds.

He took advantage of the oversight and climbed higher and higher, reaching for the sun and the cloudy sky. Reaching for the outside world and for peace from this hell.

His hand reached out and was stopped.

He frowned.

He patted…something…a solid wall of something cutting him off from the outside world.

No, no, no, no!

He felt it, smacked it, punched it, screamed at it but it didn’t even rattle, there wasn’t even a mark where his breath met the surface or where his finger prints should have been.

It didn’t feel like glass, it was somehow softer just rigid — like the air itself had become a wall to stop him.

He could still feel the cold wind, the sunlight on his face, like there was nothing there but sure as sin there definitely was…SOMETHING.

He felt like crying, and when he looked back down Phil almost did.

Something was climbing up the shaft.

He thought it was the dolls, the something was clearly multiple bodies squeezing themselves up the narrow chimney, but their bodies were slimmer, some were missing limbs and pieces of themselves and they all shared the same silver hair.

The Amalgam snatched him from where he stood and dragged him into it’s writhing body, the numerous dolls that made up the creature compressed and compacted Phil as he slid down the tunnel of flesh like a gullet.

They crushed his body between them, he slipped through regardless only because their forms were oiled up and wet from the never ending waterfall of pussy juices slathering their bodies from every conceivable angle.

He tumbled into the dark, hot breath filled the confined space, the sweet scent of a womanly paradise suffocated him, kissable faces, bouncing breasts and perky asses filled his view as his sense of direction was torn from him.

Up was down, left was right, he fell and tumbled and spiraled infinitely downwards, crushed and embraced by soft bodies and wet flesh.

Finally he fell, face first, into the bottom. His head was shoved through an opening ringed by breasts which consumed his face as he was squeezed through the tight, narrow hole.

Only his face emerged and he was surrounded by the dolls of the basement, who took to smearing his upside down face with sloppy kisses, their tongues dragged across his skin and hands ran through his hair.

His body was no less consumed.

Moist bodies tightly pressed themselves against his own, wet asses slid up and down his arms, mouths took in his fingers, toes and cock greedily, hands fondled his balls affectionately and tongues were driven into his arsehole as if the taste was a rare delicacy.

A tug of war was taking place at the same time too. The dolls were trying to pull him out into the open if only to taste more of him but the Amalgam was stronger, it sucked him back inside of itself and he suffered the uncertain, directionless world of steamy flesh.

This time, his lower body was pushed through the hole, everything below the chest was exposed and, like fish to a hook, the dolls latched on his legs and took his pulsing member into their mouths, drawing out mouthful upon mouthful of semen.

As Phil’s arms were restrained by disembodied female bodies, a lone face emerged from the shiny, pale bodies.

It was a relatively pretty face barring the blank eyes staring through him. The face then opened it’s mouth wide, revealing it’s tongue and another behind that.

And another, and another.

A squirming host of fleshy organs, thick strands of bubbling saliva bridging between them, emerged from the doll’s gullet, her throat bulging from the sheer amount contained within her.

Phil was both repulsed and captivated by the sight of a thousand tongues slithering together like the tentacles of a sea anemone ready to pull it’s prey inside. He then noticed that the doll’s mouth was still opening wider and wider, far more than any human girl could manage. Her jaw practically unhinging, the roiling mass of pink flesh spilled forth and presented itself to Phil.

It leaned into him, tentatively touching his face as if to get a feel for the man it was about to inevitably violate and Phil reflexively shirked away from it’s slimy touch.

Hands emerged from around him. They sealed him in place and pried open his jaw, beckoning the tongues to infiltrate his meagre orifice to fill him completely.

And it did.

The vile mass surged into his throat, filling his entire mouth with squirming wet flesh that spread further to his throat. Technically Phil’s new body didn’t require air to breath so he couldn’t asphyxiate but he still went through the same motions on reflex. So while there was no threat to his life, the feeling of his airways blocking up caused him to panic and flail as much as his constricted body could.

It was, needless to say, extremely uncomfortable.

The tongues swirled inside him, ran across his gums, bullied his tongue and filled him with thick globules of saliva, pouring it directly down his throat.

Not all the tongues could fit inside him however and what didn’t spilled out over his face, tasting every available inch and coating him in a film of spit — as if to mark him as the Amalgam’s property.

It was like that for hours. Tossed and tumbling, one half teased by the Amalgam and the other half prey for the dolls. Eventually the Amalgam simply spat him out and left abruptly, leaving him to the mercy — or lack thereof — of the dolls, the skylight’s rays now no longer a light of hope but a mockery of his attempts to escape.

There were others after that but they were quite mundane and ended pathetically.

And any active resistance resulted in some heavy punishment.

At one point he had had enough and had armed himself with a fire poker from the living room, attacking the dolls on sight.

He’d damaged maybe two or three before he was inevitably stopped, every doll in the mansion had gathered around him, removing his legs but keeping his arms for some reason.

They didn’t attack him or engage him, just stood around him, a somewhat thunderous expression clouded their features it was a look they had never given him before and it terrified him.

But what terrified him more was the familiar wooden boxes they were waiting on, packed with attachable faux dicks that they withdrew from their containers.

Phil anticipated in fear the sudden jolt of electricity when they fixed each genital to his body but it never came. Instead it was far worse.

The dolls, each with a grin, affixed to their groins a phallus of their own, eyes rolling back into their heads and bodies spasming violently as the flesh merged right above their cunts.

When the feeling passed, they stalked over to the subject of punishment as Phil scrabbled backwards in pure terror.

Two dolls guided his hands to each of their dicks, his grip was loose at first but it tightened immediately when another doll inserted herself into his ass, eliciting a squeal from either doll.

Phil himself screamed from the sudden intrusion but the noises he made were quickly muffled when another cock slid into his mouth and plugged up his throat.

The two dolls spit-roasting him began to violently jack hammer their hips against him, heedless of his well being and filled only with a desire to fuck his brains out. At the same time his hands were forced into motion by the owners of the cocks he was forced to fondle, guiding his hands up and down their magnificent shafts and striking him hard should he fail to comply.

As the pistoning reached it’s zenith both of Phil’s holes would forcefully consume load after load of bitter cum before a new cock entered and stirred it up before it could leak out. Some of the cloudy seed was sprayed onto his body by impatient dolls — who had begun to vigorously stroke themselves in the wait — or the two cocks that were getting off on his own hands.

Doll after doll took their time disciplining the poor young man even long after he could taste nothing but the thick warmth of their fake genitalia coating his mouth. They even upped the intensity when multiple girls plunged their dicks into his poorly fitting anal cavity, stretching the hole to widths it shouldn’t naturally aspire to reach. When he became to preoccupied with the torture to efficiently jack off his assailants, they removed his arms and did it themselves, spurting load after load all over him in their own rhythm — a ceaseless discharge from all angles.

Some had taken to wear him like a cock sleeve, sliding his body onto their dicks until he had taken the whole thing to the base. Another would then lie on the floor, her womanly gates spread open and inviting him in.

He would end up sandwiched between the two, his dick slamming deep inside the bottom doll only through the immense force behind the top doll’s hips crashing into his rear, spearing his insides with her own phallus.

One would slam into him and he, in turn would slam into the other, it was less like he was fucking one and more like they were fucking each other with him acting as a proxy. At the time of climax all three of them shared the moment, collapsing into each other as sticky warmth linked them together. Philip would then be impaled upon a fresher dick and then forced inside another hungry cunt, the ritual continuing until every doll was satisfied in both manhood and maidenhood.

It was after this incident that Phil had fully given up and consigned his mind, body and soul to the dolls, waiting his fate in the immortal mansion.

Now here he was, lying on a familiarly soft bed in a familiar red room.

It was the Witch’s room, a room he was barred from entry ever since his fateful meeting with the purple eyed succubus, the door to which refused to permit him no matter how hard he threw himself at it.

He couldn’t hear any noise from behind the wooden door but he knew she was still inside, he could feel her.

Specifically he could feel her riding his dick.

Throughout his time in the mansion, one of two constants that were his companions for sanity was the ever persistent feel of a phantom warmth pulsating around his cock, the link between his soul and body remained strong as he felt the young witch’s walls quiver around his shaft as she bounced on his length, the feeling of intense warmth when she orgasmed around him, it never left him even when coupled with another doll.

Indeed, the feeling stood out even when drowning in a crowd of wanting dolls.

That feeling still lingered as he got up, his vision returning as the blurry world sharpened into focus when he took in his surroundings; the giant mirror to his left, the oversized wardrobe to his right, the desk, the river blue carpet, the canopy and the painting of his ancestor gazing down at him. He noted the look should have been one of love or kindness but from where he lay, it appeared more pitying than before.

He didn’t bother thinking how he got there, he had an idea. It was the other constant of his new life: upon occasion he would suffer blackouts, always while in the act of being violated.

Though his body was restless his mind wasn’t so easily altered and the excessive burden of immense pleasure every day seemed to overload his brain to the point of blacking out for a brief period.

They only served to confuse him more and more, when kissing a doll with another bouncing on his cock only to blink and have the lips replaced by a nipple and the plump ass become a mouth and a winding tongue or for day to shift into night within a few seconds.

It was perhaps his brain’s attempts to compensate for no longer being burdened with the need for rest, the experience likened to a dreamless sleep in a way. It was also likely what the other dolls went through when they were fully satisfied after being fucked, collapsing into a twitching pile that would get back up after a moment.

He must have been carried up to the room during one of these episodes but for what reason?

As he pondered that, the door opened and the familiar petite form stepped in.

She had changed in a velvet blue dress that tightly hugged her body, the deep azure stood out from the lighter shaded floor and an equally deeply colored purple shawl draped over her shoulders. The dress simple and lacked any extravagant lettering or expressive patterns, relying only on the beauty of the wearing to bring out it’s elegance.

Her raven black hair trailed the floor behind her like the last time he saw her, her lips were marked rouge red and her eyes glowed the same spellbinding violet that ushered a paranormal tranquillity over him.

She strode to the desk and sat at his bedside, looking down at him with an unconditional affection, far less feral than the other dolls.

“It is so lovely to see you again my love.”

She reached out to stroke his face and he let her. He didn’t resist, the rebellious flame inside him had all but flickered out now, instead he melted into her touch.

She seemed to like that.

“I’m so proud of you” her birdsong voice whispered “You’ve finally accepted us into your heart. Now our eternity together can truly begin.”

He looked up at her eyes and smiled at her. He tried to get up but his muscles seemed content to let him lie there, in the soft mattress, under Cecilia’s gentle gaze.

“Do you know how much time has passed since you came here?”

Time? What was that again? Such a silly word…what did it matter, was it important?

“Oh you silly little fool. Only a year in this estate and you’ve already banished the simplest of concepts from your mind.”

Her giggle illuminated the room and warmed his soul. He felt like she said something important but he couldn’t focus on it, just her.

Maybe it wasn’t so important after all then.

“But maybe it’s OK now? For us to finally come together? I thought I could be satisfied with just your body but…I want more. I want to hear your voice, gaze into your eyes, taste your breath on my lips, feel the warmth of your soul…”

She looked at him with wet eyes and pouted lips, her question a mere breeze — private and solitary, for his ears only.

“Can you forgive such an avaricious woman?”

Philip forced every ounce of strength in his body to resist the comfort imposed upon him. All his strength just to nod his head, his expectant eyes watering with the effort to just do this one simple thing.

He collapsed back into the bed and Cecilia beamed at his answer, her genuine happiness was like a cure for any ailment, physical and spiritual.

“Then…I have a surprise for you”

She got up and bounced over to the wardrobe, unable to contain her joy in her step.

She swung upon the immense wooden doors and dragged into the open a statue. His statue.

There was something odd about it though, the proportions were off — something else was attached to the figure.

He recognized it immediately, how could he not? He turned to his mistress, his lover, his wife as she removed the shawl to reveal her ball connectors where shoulders should have been.

Standing before him was a doll containing the soul of the witch, her body had remained a part of the statue she had been riding since it all began for Philip.

The edit appeared natural, like it was always a part of the original statue — her legs locked themselves around his body’s waist to support herself, her hands clung to his neck while her abdomen swallowed his groin to the root. Their lips were pressed together and her long, raven hair was wrapped around their limbs as if to fully bind the two figures together.

Cecilia crawled on top of her beloved, sitting on his cock and trapping it under the fabric that refused to hide the curve of her buttocks.

She looked bashful, nervous but underneath that her eyes burned with an intense want.

“I…wanted to be closer to you…I can still feel your wonderful girth inside me, but I want to be closer to you as only a lover can. I want to spend the rest of my eternity in your embrace, hearing your voice and availing myself of your love.”

Philip’s mind, beaten and exhausted after a year of sexual torment…no — heavenly love, couldn’t bare to reject her a moment longer.

“I…love you…” he croaked.

Cecilia froze in place, she looked shocked, like she had heard something simply inconceivable.

Maybe he said it wrong?

“I love you” he repeated.

Cecilia leaned forward as if if expecting to have misheard him, her beautiful eyes appeared shaken and confused, her breath caught and her hands tightened into balled fists on his chest.

“I love you”

He wanted to repeat it as much as he could, to prove that she didn’t mishear him, to prove that he wasn’t saying it wrong.

Tears pricked her eyes and fell onto his face, she smiled as she cupped his face and brushed them away.

“All I ever wanted…” she sniffed “was to hear those words from…that voice. To see…those lips *sniff* form those exact…*hic*…words. To hear…hear him…you…tell me that…”

She took a moment to compose herself, wiping her eyes and controlling her breathing before addressing him again. Mascara ran from her reddened eyes and a strong blush over took her normally pale face, she must have wanted to look good for this moment, for him.

The thought made him happier.

“That was…all I ever wanted…for the last 200 years…But more than that, I’m so…so happy to know that those words come…from the very bottom of your heart.”

“I love you”

“I know…” She whispered, her lips now a hair’s breadth from his own. “And I’ve never stopped loving you…”

They kissed, gently at first but gaining intensity quickly, what started as only lips-deep suddenly became a full on french-kiss.

Their tongues probed each other, dancing and twirling around one another before exploring each other’s gums, tasting the other as if drunk on their presence.

Though Philip was still unable to move himself, Cecilia had no such constraints and couldn’t keep herself from touching any part she could. She ran her hands through his hair, pressing against the back of his head to pull him deeper into her kiss. Her legs tangled around his own as if like a serpent coiling around it’s prey to prevent escape and her butt rubbed against his penis, the thin fabric of her dress did very little to hide the curves of her body and felt pleasantly smooth against his skin.

Cecilia moaned deep into his mouth and Phil closed his eyes, accepting the comfort of the moment and letting himself drown in her love. After a short while like this, he opened his eyes

and the tongue in his mouth had become a nipple, the saliva he had tasted had changed to something more viscous and milky and the comfort of the bed became the comfort of hundreds and curvaceous bodies pressing against him in the dark.

The skylight filtered sunlight into the basement revealing Philip kneeling upright on the giant bed set in the center of the room, surrounded by the copies of Cecila crushing him between their sweaty bodies.

Even in his confusion, he was aware of one spreading his cheeks to taste his asshole, two stroking his cock and one playing with his balls. There were two others at his side, their breasts pressed against his face with one positioned in his mouth, his hand was wet from being trapped under their sopping wet cunts.

The other dolls surrounded the bed, wailing from impatience and also from excessive masturbation as they waited their turn. Phil’s sight was blocked by the enormous breast pressed into his face and when it was removed, another would take it’s place and he’d gladly begin suckling on the hard nub in his mouth.

Eventually he noticed her: a young girl, not a doll, with dark skin and darker, frizzy hair bound upright to a wooden frame, naked except a gag in her mouth and bulging white panties stained grey and yellow from obvious liquids.

Her eyes looked scared but her body betrayed her morbid fascination with the scene in front of her.

Phil wasn’t sure if he remembered seeing her before but then again he couldn’t recall every day spent in the mansion.

Maybe she’d been there to witness many of his orgies in the basement or maybe she was a new captive of the mansion, lured there by rumor and Cecilia’s spell.

Either way, it did not appear as though she had long before the artificial love grown inside her dominated her heart and soul.

Strange how accepting he felt towards what he once considered abominable. What changed?

He pondered this change only for his thoughts to be snatched away as his dick was snatched into the valley of a doll’s voluptuous cleavage, her voluminous breasts packed against his cock on either side.

Another doll rose up to his face and joined in the efforts to smother him under her own chest, fighting to feed him her wet nipple against her other competitors.

Phil’s vision was darkened by pink flesh, his eyes blinking against the sweat rolling down their skin

only to open next to a pair of ass cheeks pressing against his face.

A sweet aroma stifled the air he breathed and a sweeter, smoother liquid than the breast milk he had previously tasted was trickling down his throat.

He was lying down now, a girl sitting on his face and another unmistakably clamping her pussy around his dick while several other bodies rubbed against his own.

The pressure on his face steadily increased and he found himself accepting it, gratefully lapping at the gift pouring from the folds of the pussy that was fastened to his mouth.

He felt the weight shift in time with his movements, the quivering walls of her pussy contract around his tongue as if to squeeze it deeper inside and the fem cum becoming creamier and thicker with arousal.

Eventually the doll slid off his face, collapsing into a panting mess and Phil got a good luck at his surroundings.

The room was brightly lit, it appeared to be another bedroom like the rest and packed within were 10 other dolls.

A familiar redhead was rubbing her smooth crotch on his left arm, her rear facing him, while his hand was deep inside the holes of a dark-haired doll. His right hand gripped the cheeks of a petite blonde who was leaning over to lick his nipple along with a doll with curly ginger hair. A green-eyed and blue-eyed brunette each sucked on his toes, a gold eyed doll with braided hair fondled his testicles while the honeymooning doll impaled herself on his shaft in rapture.

A shadow descended over him as the muscular barbie set her powerful thighs on either side of his head and fell onto him, sealing her slit with his nose as his tongue trailed the seam between ass and vulva.

They all worked their hardest to satisfy him and he loved them all for it. They weren’t his wives and Cecilia would never accept them as mistresses, but he couldn’t help but love them from the bottom of his heart.

The bodies on him all squirmed and wriggled, getting off on any numerous little things, he felt the pussy of the bride squeeze around him as she blasted volumes of clear liquid onto his cock and he, in turn, filled her to the brim with his hot cream. Likewise the barbie straddling his face intensified her grinding, gripping his hair and pulling him as deep as she could before unloading her orgasm onto him by the bucket-load. His vision blurred as she clamped his head in between her thighs like a vice, pushing her leaking snatch to his lips for him to eagerly gulp down her essence.

He felt another girl, the one he brought to climax before, push the athletic body off of his face and draw him into a kiss, mixing saliva with cum for a messy combo.

All the while Phil’s vision continued to blur as shapes moved about and sensations flared up around his body until eventually he

heard Cecilia’s wonderful voice call him out of oblivion.

“Is something the matter my love?”

He managed to focus again, returning to the red room and to the gaze of his loving mistress.

She lay on his naked body, the top half of her dress was pulled down to free her breasts, now pressed against his chest, while the bottom half had a slit ripped into it to offer her legs more freedom.

Her hair sprawled out across the bed frame, tangling with his arms as if ensnaring him and framing her eyes behind a curtain of ebony as she looked up at him in concern.

Phil waited to get his bearings before speaking.

“I was…somewhere else…”

“Somewhere…?”

He nodded then looked around. “I…don’t understand…I was…”

After a moment, Cecilia sat up and looked at him carefully. She then sighed deeply and smiled as if in a mixture of relief and disappointment.

“Honestly, I had a feeling there would be some trouble.”

“What…happened?”

“Well…you see, in order to fully satisfy my love for you, I couldn’t share you with the others. But not only was that not an option since their devotion to you is heavily unpredictable, they were beginning to grow…divided, fighting over you and holding onto you longer than necessary. I don’t know if you remember, but there were times when some dolls began to hide you away, tied up in closets and wardrobes for their private use before discovery and a couple of times when even the spare dolls ventured out to acquire you.

Obviously it was getting out of hand so I…”

She hesitated, twirling strands of her hair as she worked to find the right words to explain what she did. Phil reached out and took her hand in his, wanting to support her in what meager way he could manage. She held his hand to her chest, just over her heart, drawing courage from his kindness. Then, while looking him in the eyes, she continued.

“I created three more bodies and split your soul between all of them. There was a great risk in what I did and there was no telling what it could do to you but…

“In the end I decided to compromise by maintaining the majority of your mind in a single body, THIS body, so that while you share the senses of the other bodies and that there’s enough of your soul to attract and satisfy the others, I get to have you all to myself.”

Phil didn’t get what she was saying, it probably sounded bad. But was it really? He was happy, it couldn’t have been that terrible.

“It appears, however, that your mind is jumping from one body to another, perhaps to compensate for the schism you’re not used to yet. Maybe you’ll learn to control but for now, you may find yourself–”

drowning in bodies. They covered him in all angles, pale, silver haired dolls trapping him within their mass as they availed every inch of him. He was no longer in the red room, one moment he was listening to Cecilia, saying words that sounded as though it should have worried him yet feeling nothing about it.

What did it matter if his soul was fragmented or not? He was more than happy with his life now, with Cecilia.

His arms and legs were restrained within the moving walls of the chamber he found himself in. Walls made of the bodies of hundreds of empty dolls filled only by pure lust rather than a soul or spirit, they would never be satisfied, they’d never cease.

His exposed body was bound in hair, streams of clear, creamy liquid fell onto and bathed his body in it’s erotic scent, equally wet bodies formed from the masses and approached him, drawing him into kisses, jerking his cock into lips and massaging his body with vagrant hands.

One eventually took a hold of his member and slid it into her arse hole, collapsing the small sphincter around his meat and pressing her back into his chest. Her hair warped around Phil’s neck, forming a leash and hands pushed at his back, forcing him to piston into the girl’s hips as she forced him to spoon her, nestling into him like a jigsaw piece.

All around him, wet bodies pressed against him intensely, he was nothing more than a slab of meat to be devoured by this creature, walls of naked figures closing around him until there was no room to maneuver and he was trapped in their whimsical embrace. An ass pressed itself against his face, drawing him into it’s bouncy cheeks while a disembodied tongue, hidden in the nooks of this body’s nethers, squirmed out of the pussy he was suckling on and swirled inside his mouth.

Secretions bathed him from dozens of horny holes, oozing from the minuscule spaces left between the compacted bodies and heightening his sensitivity. The heat, the sensations, all of it consumed him, dragged him down in an ocean of sinful paradise that he drowned himself in. He never wanted to leave, why was he ever scared of this place? It was so wonderful…it was just so

bright again. Back in the red room, a concerned looking Cecilia sat before him. Her eyes that were once lit with a mischievous longing were now wet with guilt.

“I just wanted to be with YOU…” she croaked, holding back tears. “But I did something that could have hurt you…destroyed you…I could have ruined everything!

“I still love you my dear…nothing will ever change that…but you probably hate me. You probably think I’m a terrible person and you’re right…I’m such a heinous monster who almost tore apart her own beloved apart for the sake of fixing problems that came from her own incompetence…”

She looked up at him with teary eyes, her Amethyst eyes shone brighter than ever, conveying to him the full scope of her emotions.

It spoke on a scale beyond words, he felt the magnitude of her love, the depth of her sadness and the vacuum of her loneliness waiting for him and so much more.

“I’ve been…such a bad girl…” She sobbed.

Philip leaned towards her gently, reaching a hand out to hold her cheek and wipe her tears. She didn’t flinch but she looked like she wanted to.

“I…don’t care” he whispered softly, pressing her lips to his and sharing a brief, yet magnificent kiss. When he pulled away she looked bewildered.

“I forgive you…and I love you”

Before she could protest he kissed her again, pressing her down onto the bed with him on top of her.

It was his turn to go on the offensive.

She put up a mediocre resistance and ended up allowing him to have his way with her in the end. If his current body was anything like before, she was probably physically stronger than him and could have pushed him off of her at any time.

But she chose to accept him, melting into his kisses like it was the sweetest thing she had tasted. Her hands glided across his bare chest, his arms and locking around his fingers, her legs twined around his own and their bodies pressed against each other as if to become one.

Eventually he broke off the embrace and trailed his lips down her body, tracing a line down to her hips where he ripped off the remainder of the dress she wore.

It was a wonderful dress but it was useless now.

Removing the last of the fabric with a whimper from Cecilia, her maidenhood was now unguarded. Tenderly, Phil spread her thighs apart, her legs now hung suspended in the air and her toes curled in adorable embarrassment as her garden was now on full display.

It glistened wetly, having wept it’s own kind of tears and out of salacious joy, not innocent sorrow. With zero hesitation he dived into her snatch, digging his tongue deep and churning it against her soft walls as they tightened around his presence.

The taste of her juices lingered on his taste buds. Before, a single drop was enough to pacify him but now he felt no anger, no fear, no resistance, only a strong passion and desire to embrace this petite lover for the rest of time.

The ambrosia leaking from her honey pot only served to empower him now as he doubled and tripled his vigor in tasting her depths, holding tightly as she struggled with the immense sensations racing through her lower body.

His tongue burrowed deeper inside her, fighting the ever tightening walls to earn passage. He felt his tongue flick against a particularly rougher spot at the roof of her cavern, eliciting a louder response from Cecilia and convincing him to focus his efforts on the area in question.

It was difficult to reach but every so often he’d brush against it, causing the muscles in Cecilia’s body to tense up in response. Her orgasms came quickly, each more violent than the next and every time she wrapped her legs around Phil’s head and tightened her grip, forcing him to take the spray of her arousal head on.

He didn’t mind, in fact he loved it and he would gratefully gulp down her steamy cum every time, reveling in the taste as he dived back in.

Soon he switched tactics, moving his mouth higher while his tongue left her slit, which tried very hard to pull him back in, and dragged itself up her labia to her clit.

He kissed it, teased it with his tongue, sucked it and at the same time, his fingers — his middle and ring fingers — took the place of his to tongue and speared into her pussy, pumping in and out at a rapid pace, provoking the g-spot now that Phil had greater reach to his assault.

Cecilia seemed overwhelmed by the experience, her back arched and her mouth gaped as loud moans and silent screams flowed out of her constantly. Her hands gripped her passionate lover’s hair tightly, securing him in place if only as a reaction to the pleasure if not to encourage him to continue.

She came 4 more times afterwards, drenching his torso in her musky fluids as she lay there in the after glow.

Phil rested his throbbing member on top of her slit, letting it bask in her heat while she felt it’s presence, the anticipation of having it inside her.

Eventually she smiled up at Phil and reached out with her hands as if to embrace him.

“Come to me.” she giggled and Philip obliged.

She was tighter than any of the dolls before her, Philip didn’t think such a thing were possible.

He struggled to push his cock all the way through but her slippery insides made it possible. Once all of him made it inside they each took a brief moment to collect themselves before abandoning all sense of restraint.

Philip’s hips ravished Cecilia’s, thrusting wildly like a blur, liquid love spilling out every time their bodies crashed together. Cecilia hid her moans in Philip’s mouth, pulling him in close and holding him tight as her delight coursed through her body and out in erotic squeals.

“Philip! Oh god Philip! OHHHHH…You’re filling me up up Philip!”

She screamed his name, heedless of her embarrassing volume and he realized that it was perhaps the first time she addressed him by name. He was so happy he increased his speed, his endurance shocking him.

He pulled himself closer, one arm behind her head, cradling her while his fingers sifted through her smooth locks, while the other clung to her waist amidst a tangle of raven black hair.

They kissed, screamed and came together without stopping, holding each other closely and immersed in each other’s presence. In that one moment, nothing else existed, it was only Philip and

the doll straddling his hips pulled him into her ample bosom as he came inside her. She let out an elongated gasp of relief while her insides clamped down hard on his shaft, signifying that she too orgasmed.

When the moment passed she released her grip and looked at him, her auburn eyes were half-lidded and her blushing face was infected with a drooling smile. The respite lasted less than half a dozen seconds before she was back to bouncing her juicy ass on top of him again.

More dolls had entered the room compared to before, some had pressed their breasts against his back — hardened nipples digging into his skin, others took a hold of a limb and sucked on his digits and those that couldn’t squeeze in access to his body resorted to rubbing themselves on furniture and bed-frames in anticipation.

It took a little while longer for the doll to reach her final climax, judging by how utterly drenched his hips were and the volume of goo seeping out of her she had been enjoying herself for quite a while.

Before she had finished however, Philip spied a doll behind her on all fours, her limbs straight and her inviting ass raised high for him to see. The doll took a backwards glance and smiled at him through her crimson locks, daring him to make a move.

So he did.

He threw off the dazed doll already sliding off his hips and, before anyone else could make a claim, slapped his hands on her arse cheeks — digging into the flesh as he felt them jiggle from the impact — and slammed his cock deep into her cunt, hammering it roughly as if to finally punish the things for taking advantage of him all this time.

He pounded into her insides while the red head remained upright, her body shaking with every thrust and accepting his aggressive attack. The other dolls eventually joined in, smothering his back with their bodies, some aimed to clean his ass with their own invading tongues.

This only spurred him on harder.

Eventually the red head climaxed, her arms giving way and her top half fell to the floor, though her legs remained straight, supporting her butt as it continued to be pummeled by Philip’s abusive thrusts.

He continued ramming her deeper, her body might have risked being snapped in two where she an ordinary woman, the way her back arched to accommodate her position that is.

His lust overwhelming him, Philip reached out and looped an arm around the waist of the nearest girl in reach, pulling her close as he buried his face into her chest, kissing and nibbling the mounds of fat he entombed himself in.

His other hand fiddled with the waiting snatch of a more nubile girl, who stood on her tip toes as his fingers squelched inside her drenched depths, clinging onto him and looking up with the wettest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen.

Once he was done with the red head, another doll, this one with a pony tail, leaped onto her still upright bottom. She planted a wet kiss on Phil and inserted him inside her, leaping onto him and straddling his body with powerful legs locking around him.

He kissed her, pounded her, filled her up and she screamed at him,

“I never thought…you were so dirty! AHHHHNNnnngg…”

Cecilia was on her side, her left leg held up by Phil as he invaded her exposed pussy. But with her leg so close to his face, Phil couldn’t help but run his tongue up her ankle, along her sole, sucking on her toes. It didn’t matter where she walked with her feet, every part of her was precious and deserved to to savored.

The embarrassed witch seemed to disagree and more out of defiance than anything, she snatched one of his hands and brought it close to her blushing face, the heat of her breath tickled him.

“If…if you’re going to be like that I’ll-Ahhh! I’ll…respond in kind!”

She tongued his palm, sucking on his fingers like ice cream and threading her tongue between his fingers.

A competition began between them as both tried to arouse the other with their mouths, all while their hips pistoned against one another with increasing force.

As the pleasure intensified, so too did his efforts at pleasing her foot, sliding his tongue along the blade of her foot he popped another digit into his mouth and sucked,

the milk from the nipple burst into his throat and flooded him with a warm secure ecstasy unlike any he had experienced before.

There was so much however that it began to leak from the corners of his mouth and the uncomfortable feeling of a blocked throat forced him break away for air, gasping unnecessarily.

He didn’t have long before another doll grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into her enormous breasts, sticking another nipple full to the brim with their aphrodisiac milk for him to taste.

The smell polluted the basement and made his thoughts swim, the taste was practically etched into his taste buds permanently and Phil gratefully feasted on the bountiful harvest his mistresses offered him.

A coughing from the other side of the room drew his attention.

Much like him, the frizzy haired girl was being force fed the nectar from the dolls’ breasts. Unlike him however, she actually needed air so when she broke away from their forceful grip spluttering and coughing it was more than a reflex for her.

But regardless, the dolls would pull her back into place and unload their milk by the bucketful, either not understanding the need for air or not caring, they didn’t want to kill her but they were coming close.

Just enough to break her down.

And it was working, the constant choking and the mind numbing effects of the creamy waters — plus all prior brain washing attempts — were beginning to take their toll. The captive began to latch onto the nipples presented to her herself only drawing away to breath for a moment before returning to her meal. Her hips gyrated and swayed as she tried to relieve her growing lust.

They both swallowed mouthful followed by mouthful of breast milk. Philip’s doll body seemed to absorb the liquid as nutrients and did not have any apparent need to relieve waste. This was less so for the girl who had wet herself after a while, a visible yellow stain on her white panties was one thing but the ever growing puddle at her thing was another source of proof.

Though at that point, the poor soul didn’t seem to care whether she was sanding in her own filth or not.

Eventually, the dolls released Philip and pulled him towards the captive. She in turn had her underwear and any accessories inserted inside her removed, much to her dissatisfaction.

When her eyes — once red and puffy from excessive crying and now tired and unfocused — lingered on him something seemed to switch inside of her. She smiled warmly and spread her legs revealing her gaping folds. She wagged her hips up and down in anticipation, flicking droplets of clear cum and pee at him before Philip finally stepped towards her and inserted himself inside her.

She immediately began to convulse violently as her body underwent what felt like multiple orgasms at once, like her body was releasing all the frustrations she had built up in that one instance.

With her still shaking from immense pleasure Philip began thrusting, only adding to her arousal and breaking her completely.

Her body and soul believed him to be the one she loved most and eventually, so would her mind. Philip was merely speeding it along now, saving her more trouble by making her submit with his presence.

She would share the pleasure he had reveled in when he first arrived, the pleasure he foolishly believed to be suffering once upon a time. And when that was done, she’d share the pleasure the other dolls felt when they serviced him every day.

After all, if they looked so happy doing it then it was surely a wonderful thing wasn’t it?

The girl opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out like a bitch in heat and then puckered her lips in kissy motions, repeating the process until her leaned into her.

Her kisses were sloppy, uncontrolled, feral.

Just like when the newlywed had him at her mercy during his first visit, a memory that made him smile now.

She slobbered all over his face while he screwed her, shifting his grip to the bottom of her cheeks to lift her body up so that she was suspended from the ground, her hands still tied to the post making it easy to hold her.

He felt her getting closer and closer and she broke off their kiss and screamed, and screamed and

screamed his name while he slammed into her. Cecilia, he found, enjoyed being on all fours, being railed doggy-style.

“Harder Philip! I’ve been a bad girl! SO FUCK ME HARDER!!”

All trace of the polite airs she had put on had been peeled away, the dainty persona was gone and now the true face f a cock hungry whore roared out her lust.

So be it.

Her hair washed over her entire back, parting where their bodies connected, so Philip wound entire fistfuls in her hair and pulled back, Cecilia yelped as she suddenly reared up, pressing her back against his chest.

Upon contact, Phil embraced her and held on tightly. They knelt there upright, their hips the only thing moving — grinding against one another and stirring up the witch’s insides.

Her hair tangled around him and they both worked to wind it around both of their bodies, mummifying each other until they were tightly bound together.

They fell back onto the bed, Cecilia on top, as Phil increased the tempo of his thrusts, she wailed and moaned as he reached deeper and deeper, hands groping her breasts, rubbing her clit, holding her securely.

She eventually maneuvered herself so that they were now facing each other, serving to tighten the grip her hair had over them both.

Biting her lip, she giggled and resumed bouncing on him, kissing him within their cocoon bringing each other to rapture after rapture, sharing the same breath, the same pulse, the same life; eternal and linked ’till the end of time.

Her screams increased, her hips moved with more force until eventually

he felt himself cumming, his body tightening up as a hole accepted his seed.

He couldn’t tell what he ejaculated into and he didn’t get a chance to check as the Amalgam shifted and he was smothered by another set of bodies.

Crushed in such a wet, soft place Phil realized that he wasn’t a morsel being devoured in the stomach of the beast but rather he felt like a dick being crushed by the insides of his lover as her walls twisted and clamped around him.

The thought warmed him deeply and he embraced the Amalgam– the Womb he was stuck inside. As his cock was pumped inside another pussy, he surrendered himself to the abyss of devotion and

came once again inside the young doll straddling his hips. He let her slip off his glistening manhood before throwing himself at another doll. She fell onto the bed with him on top of her and when he snaked his way inside of her he started thrusting his hips like a beast.

Another weight pressed down from above and sandwiched him between two beauties. The girl below embraced the two bodies above her, tying them all together in a vice. This restricted Phil’s hip movement somewhat but he persevered, slamming down into her as hard as he could to bring out her next orgasm.

He look down at her face, it was

an utter mess. The frizzy haired girl had so much cum poured inside her a goopy mass began to spill out of her slit.

They were on the bed now surrounded by an audience of waiting dolls, the captive’s restraints were removed and she was currently riding on top of Philip.

Her eyes had rolled back in pure bliss and her hip movements were slow and weak, hell it was possible she wasn’t even aware of the fact she was moving now.

The dolls had kept back to allow the girl a chance to taste her new master but even they were at the edge of what they could handle.

Once the new girl had slipped off of her perch, once they got another glimpse of the specimen they were created to worship they would pounce.

Finally, with one last shudder, the girl fell forward onto Phil’s chest, his cock springing out of her.

Her face was so close, panting heavily from exertion she carried her love to him on her gasps.

As the dolls took his girth into themselves and sat on top of Phil’s exposed body, he heard the new girl whisper once last thing before a sweaty ass swallowed his vision.

“I…”

“LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! IIIAAAAAIIIII LOOOooooUUUVvv yYUUuuuuu…”

Cecilia shook her whole body in response to the pleasure passing between the two of them. They rolled around still connected to each other, vying for who would be on top and who would be on bottom.

Phil’s vision was nothing but the blushing face of his beloved, framed by an ocean of black engulfing them both.

They were trapped in their own little world, feeding off of each other’s exultations of passion while their loins warred over which could expel the most cum into the other.

He could feel everything, the pressure of the basement dolls all over his body, the crushing sensation inside the Amalgam’s hot, steamy mass, the taste of the mansion dolls as they ravished another version of him somewhere else and Cecilia, the brightest star in a nebula of love.

In an eternal prison of lust, he could feel what each of his bodies were experiencing. He could feel his consciousness jump from one to the other if he focused on one feeling for long enough, he could experience the sensations more vividly from there.

But right now he was happy to give Cecilia the love and attention she so earnestly deserved.

PHHHfffiiilllluuuup…AH! AH! AH LUUUVVFF YOOOUUUuuu!!” She warbled. “Aaaahhllll BE WWIiiifff…Y… Yuuuu…FooorEEVVAAArrrr. An…ANNND ERRrvvaaaHH…aannNND EvvfeeaaaAAAAGHHHHHH!!”

The pistoning of her hips grew faster and faster and like a broken facet, a spray of cum blasted out of her hole. Philip’s dick acting as a plug was ineffective at containing the eruption as it soaked the sheets they lay on and dampened her silky, ebony hair.

They lay there, still connected, Cecilia’s head on Philip’s chest as they panted in their little obsidian shelter.

“And ever…and ever…and ever…and ever…”

Her promise was now a light murmur, less a proclamation for the word and now a vow for his ears alone.

He lifted her head and brought her lips to his own in answer.

Her hips began rocking again and Philip succumbed to a night that seemingly had no end.

The Carlyle Estate stood strong and fair over the years, ignorant to the weathering demands of time. Even when the village of Redwall dwindled in size ’till the once ancient town had become an empty husk, a victim of country life boredom.

There were many people that dared to venture into the estate still. Some would peek around and find an empty manor filled with nothing but cries of beings unseen. Those that dared stay longer were never seen again.

Some went for thrills, some to prove themselves against the gossip of ghouls and ghosts and some claim to be lured there by a sense of belonging, the Carlyle Estate was a local horror story to many surrounding towns though it’s mysteries lay unsolved.

And as it’s occupants grew in number and the master of the manor was swallowed in eternal bliss, the mansion would continue to exist due to forces unnatural.

Yes, even when the planet is a barren wasteland, even when the earth at it’s feet was no more, even when the last star flickered out of existence, only the mansion would remain hurtling through the dark.

And the master and mistress of the manor would indulge themselves forever more.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE