Jué
𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃
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(A tale of eroticism and supernatural horror)
There was an old mansion on the edge of the woods, abandoned for decades. Rumor had it that it used to be a brothel—
but not an ordinary one.
Pleasure wasn’t what they sold there…
They offered pacts.
Julian, young and restless, entered out of pure fascination with the forbidden. He wanted something different—something that felt like a beautiful sin. He stepped across the threshold just as the sun was setting, and the door closed behind him with a wet whisper.
Inside, the air was thick with a sweet scent: jasmine, sweat… and something else. Something carnal. Red lights flickered, like the house was still breathing lust.
And then he saw her.
A woman—naked, pale, and silent—waited for him, seated on an old velvet chair. Her eyes were pitch-black. She didn’t speak, but her desire screamed through the silence. Julian couldn’t resist. He didn’t understand why, but his body moved on its own, drawn by something primal, deeper than thought.
She climbed onto him slowly, wearing a broken smile, riding him with the patience of eternity. Her body was tight, hungry. When he reached his climax, he felt it being devoured—drained—claimed.
But it didn’t end there.
Suddenly, the woman arched her back and squirted violently, a dark liquid—thicker than water—bursting from her with unnatural force. It wasn't just wetness… it was alive.
It splashed onto his chest, and it burned.
He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened—
but she had no tongue.
In its place, a dark, wet shadow pulsed and breathed.
“You're mine,” she whispered inside his head.
“You’ll stay… like the others.”
Around him, the walls began to moan—literally. Faces emerged from the wood, eyes rolled back in eternal ecstasy. Dozens of them. Each one had once pleasured her… and paid the price.
Julian tried to move, but his body no longer obeyed.
He was still inside her.
Trapped.
As if the penetration had never ended.
She kept riding him—slowly, endlessly.
And then he understood:
The creampie wasn’t the end.
It was the seal.
A pact, sealed in semen and lust.
A soul trapped in an orgasm without end.
A moan, turned into a curse.
And the House of Eternal Pleasure welcomed a new soul into its wet, writhing collection.
@Chadeep
@Vermilioncore
@asdvek
@Bryce
@Proex
There was an old mansion on the edge of the woods, abandoned for decades. Rumor had it that it used to be a brothel—
but not an ordinary one.
Pleasure wasn’t what they sold there…
They offered pacts.
Julian, young and restless, entered out of pure fascination with the forbidden. He wanted something different—something that felt like a beautiful sin. He stepped across the threshold just as the sun was setting, and the door closed behind him with a wet whisper.
Inside, the air was thick with a sweet scent: jasmine, sweat… and something else. Something carnal. Red lights flickered, like the house was still breathing lust.
And then he saw her.
A woman—naked, pale, and silent—waited for him, seated on an old velvet chair. Her eyes were pitch-black. She didn’t speak, but her desire screamed through the silence. Julian couldn’t resist. He didn’t understand why, but his body moved on its own, drawn by something primal, deeper than thought.
She climbed onto him slowly, wearing a broken smile, riding him with the patience of eternity. Her body was tight, hungry. When he reached his climax, he felt it being devoured—drained—claimed.
But it didn’t end there.
Suddenly, the woman arched her back and squirted violently, a dark liquid—thicker than water—bursting from her with unnatural force. It wasn't just wetness… it was alive.
It splashed onto his chest, and it burned.
He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened—
but she had no tongue.
In its place, a dark, wet shadow pulsed and breathed.
“You're mine,” she whispered inside his head.
“You’ll stay… like the others.”
Around him, the walls began to moan—literally. Faces emerged from the wood, eyes rolled back in eternal ecstasy. Dozens of them. Each one had once pleasured her… and paid the price.
Julian tried to move, but his body no longer obeyed.
He was still inside her.
Trapped.
As if the penetration had never ended.
She kept riding him—slowly, endlessly.
And then he understood:
The creampie wasn’t the end.
It was the seal.
A pact, sealed in semen and lust.
A soul trapped in an orgasm without end.
A moan, turned into a curse.
And the House of Eternal Pleasure welcomed a new soul into its wet, writhing collection.
@Chadeep
@Vermilioncore
@asdvek
@Bryce
@Proex
