Welcome back to the Red Mansion. Let me take your coat.

Let me assure you that your return was eagerly awaited.

Marika, the enigmatic shopkeeper of the Green House, awaits you.

Jumana, patreon of the arts and collector of strange artefacts, awaits you.

Hannah, alluring master yogini, awaits you.

Lorena, head librarian of the Red Mansion, awaits you.

Aleksandra, first-time visitor to the mansion, awaits you most eagerly of all.

Ah, succubi. Those poor misunderstood creatures. Don't believe the scary bedtime stories told about them. Bigots claim that they are pure evil, draining humans' souls and life force until nothing more than an empty husk remains. That they are demonic monsters from hell, servants of Satan, preparing us for His inevitable arrival, ushering in the end of the world and a New Dark Age of Neverending Agony.

I mean, yeah -- most of this may be true, but then again, nobody's perfect, am I right? And besides, once you get to know them, they can be really fun to be around.

Today's story is a wonderful reminder of this fact. It's actually part of a larger series that ranks among my personal favorites, and tells of a young man who truly scored the proverbial jackpot: an insatiable succubus girlfriend. The account is rather vulgar and explicit, but also quite wholesome and light-hearted, so don't drop your monocle just yet.

As always, remember that the Red Mansion is a place where imagination comes alive, and therefore, while reading, your body will experience all that is described, as if you are there. The experience can be overwhelming, so proceed with caution.

This delightful tale is called "Breakfast With A Succubus".

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"Breakfast With A Succubus"

Written by Anonymous
Edited by The Reverend
 

I woke up to the feeling of something slippery and warm hugging the tip of my morning boner.

Opening my eyes, I wasn't surprised to see my new girlfriend, her head currently wrapped around my cock. She was lightly humming as she licked me. God, it felt so good... I still couldn't quite believe my situation.

My new girlfriend was a succubus. I had just spent three days with this beautiful creature, and now here we were, in bed together, enjoying each other's company. Every day and every night up to now had been nothing but endless fucking.

"Good morning," she said, leaning over to kiss my lips. Her pussy was already starting to leak onto my leg, and I realized that I was going to have to cum again soon. I had never been able to do anything like this before, but I knew what I wanted for the first time: I wanted a woman who would use me however she pleased. A woman who would take whatever she wanted from me. I gave myself completely into her control.

Her succubus powers were increasing my libido, intensifying my bodily sensations, and keeping my balls filled to the brim with cum. The frequency and size of my ejaculations was unbelievable. I didn't have to worry about holding back or pacing myself at all. I was able to do just about anything I wanted with her. All I needed to do was make sure I kept cumming in order to feed her.

As long as she kept draining my semen, her powers would continue growing. Someday, she would reach the point where she would be strong enough to ascend to an even higher being, and then she'd finally be able to fulfill her lifefong dream: to give birth to the devil in human form.

We were going to make a wonderful family.

But that day was far off. For today, all I cared about was giving this irresistable demon goddess as much pleasure as possible. I grabbed her head, kissing her furiously. The taste of our combined juices drove me crazy. I pushed her down onto her back, sitting between her legs. I placed one hand against her stomach while I began stroking my shaft against her dripping folds. Soon, I slipped inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy, her soft flesh devouring my cock, sucking me inside. The sensation was heavenly. There was nothing quite like fucking a wet succubus cunt.

I leaned forward slightly, pressing my chest against hers, and started thrusting into her more forcefully. She grabbed hold of my ass with both hands, pulling me in close as she screamed.

"Fuck, that feels so good!"

Her body was shaking, her legs trembling. I watched her breasts bounce as she shook violently underneath me, quivering as she came. Her fluids were gushing from her pussy and onto my throbbing boner.

This was the kind of girl you don't let go once you've found her.

"Don't stop."

She didn't say it like a request, she said it like a command. I knew better than to disobey a succubus's orders. With that in mind, I continued thrusting into her, slowly picking up speed. Her expression became ecstatic. Her hands were gripping the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric. She really had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I wanted to cum. I wanted to fill this gorgeous creature with my seed until she drowned in it. I wanted to show her how grateful I was.

Pulling out of her, I forced my shaft back into her mouth. She immediately wrapped her lips around the base, eagerly sucking on it as she lapped up her own pussy juice. I was still amazed at how good she was at sucking cock, and how much she seemed to enjoy it. Even when I tried to pull her off my dick, she resisted. She wanted this just as badly as I did. I never had a girl as horny and insatiable as this wild, out-of-control beast. Always hungry for sex. Never satisfied. Always needing more. I wouldn't mind living in a world full of these depraved creatures.

I pulled myself out of her mouth, and she greedily licked every bit of remaining pre-cum from my shaft. As I continued stroking my cock against her tongue, she began gagging slightly. She was loving every second of it, and so did I.

Removing her lips from my cock, she pulled herself up to her knees, rubbing her slit against my boner. I felt her pussy throbbing. She looked at me seductively, and leaned forward, reaching up to gently touch my cheek.

"Fuck me again." she demanded. "I want to feel you inside of me."

I wasn't usually a guy who liked a lot of dirty talk in bed, but it was hard not to respond to that. I positioned myself over her, pushing my cock against her slit, slowly sliding inside of her. Her cunt was so tight, gripping onto my shaft as she moaned and buckled beneath me. She started rocking herself against my thrusts, moaning softly as I fucked her, making her body shake.

"You want to feel your cum shooting inside me?" she whispered.

That was what they call a rhetorical question.

Yes, I wanted to fill her with my cum. The thought alone even further excited me. I pulled myself out of her, and then flipped her over so that she was laying on her stomach. Then, I grabbed my cock, and began rubbing it against her clit. It was amazing watching her gorgeous, round ass rise and fall as I slid my cock against her mound.

She could barely stand it. It was only a matter of seconds before she had another orgasm, buckling under me as she came, clutching onto my arms, screaming. I could feel her warm juices flowing freely between her thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen and dripping wet.

It was time to go all in. I grabbed hold of my cock, and began jerking myself slowly, aiming my dick towards her pussy. She looked up at me as I plunged into her again, feeling the head of my cock pressing against her cervix. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she was moaning louder and louder. The more she moaned, the more I pumped my cock into her, driving her crazy.

She reached down, grabbing my balls as she thrust her ass up against me, moaning loudly. "Yes! Fuck me! Cum inside of me!"

That was all the motivation I needed. I began pounding into her harder and harder, slamming against her insides, each thrust driving me closer to my own climax. I leaned over, grabbing hold of her hair, and pulling her head up towards my neck, pressing her body against mine as I continued thrusting. I could feel my sperm boiling in my testicles, building up to the point of no return.

My balls ached as I felt them tightening. My cock was trembling. My mind started to melt.

"I'm cumming!" I heard myself yell.

I held onto her hair, pumping my cock furiously into her, forcing myself to cum inside. She arched her back, thrusting her ass into me, her body wracked with powerful orgasms. Her walls tightened around me, her inner muscles clamping down hard. It felt like her pussy was milking my cock.

I felt my orgasm start, but I had already lost control long before it happened. My balls spasmed and churned as I started ejaculating, flooding her insides with thick warm liquid. She screamed as she came with me, her body trembling violently as she felt me emptying my balls into her, until finally I began to soften inside of her. With that, she released me from her grip, and we fell back onto the bed, collapsing in a heap. My head was spinning as I recovered from my orgasm. That was quite enough fucking for one day.

We laid together quietly for a while, catching our breath.

"So, you want to have breakfast or something?" I asked.

"Yes." She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, burning like hellfire. "Put your cock in my mouth."

I knew better than to disobey a succubus's orders.
 

Jumana is now available to download for The Sims 4.

Born into great wealth, Jumana is an art connoisseur, patreon and collector.

Whatever strange and beautiful pieces she acquires on her travels, she donates to the Red Mansion.

Sprawling canvases depicting wonderous lands and creatures.

Furniture that shifts and moves, adjusting to whoever is present.

Eerily lifelike sculptures of unthinkable things.

Still, not a single piece of art in the mansion is as seductive and mesmerizing as Jumana herself.

Hello. My name is Lorena. Welcome to the library of the Red Mansion.

As the head librarian, it is my pleasure to introduce you to our vast collection of literature. The stories contained here are written accounts of the most intense sexual experiences ever lived through, brought together from every universe imaginable.

Feel free to read anything you like, but be warned. The Red Mansion is a place where imagination comes alive, and therefore, while reading, your body will experience all that is described, as if you are there. Which can be overwhelming.

Some of the stories are very detailed and strongly worded. Some are crass, others are more sensual. Some are more concerned with matters of the heart and soul. Others may take a turn into the dark and twisted. Be careful not to lose yourself in the abyss.

Since you probably don't know where to begin, allow me to present you with a few suggestions.

Here, try this one first. It tells of a young man's first visit to a massage parlor. The account is very sensual, and quite descriptive, but not overly crass. Nothing too extreme or outlandish here, so it's a good one to get you started.

It is simply called "Yoko".

~

"Yoko"

Written by Anonymous
Edited by The Reverend
 

Nervously, I entered the massage parlor. I had never visited a place like that before. So when the woman at the front desk told me to come in and take a seat, I wasn't sure what to expect.

Once I sat down and paid for the 30 minute session, the lovely masseuse came right away and introduced herself as "Yoko". As we talked, Yoko took off her shoes, and placed them neatly underneath the chair. I tried my best to avoid glancing at her as she bent down, but she was just too beautiful to resist.

The massage was amazing. Yoko started at the back of my neck using her thumbs to press deeply into certain points near my spinal cord, sending waves of relaxation through my body. I loved how her hands moved smoothly across my flesh, gliding effortlessly between my muscle groups without any hesitation whatsoever. She seemed to know how to treat men, because everything she did felt incredibly good. I eventually got lost in the sensation and closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience.

So comfortable was I, that my cock became painfully hard, which obviously caused her to pause.

I wanted to apologize, but within moments, Yoko continued her massage, moving on downward to my thighs. she alternated her strokes from my outer left thigh to its counterpart on my right side. Each time she brought her thumb close enough to rub against the area around my knee cap, it almost felt like a small electric current was being emitted from her fingertip, stimulating my nervous system on an extremely primal level.

Although I was expecting her to continue working on my legs, she shifted her attention higher up, massaging my inner thigh muscles while trying to avoid direct touch on my erect penis. Finally, her fingers came together in the middle, forming a V-shape that stretched all the way up to my navel. From there, they proceeded diagonally downward, traveling closer and closer to my groin area. After another minute or two, her digits arrived at the border separating my balls from my shaft, tickling the sensitive underside. I held my breath for a second when her index finger inched upward, until it finally brushed against my erection.

Yoko paused briefly to take in a fresh lungful of air, letting her exhale trickle through her pursed lips. The sound alone sent shivers through me. Slowly but surely, she traced the contour of my shaft, sliding lower toward my scrotum each time. I couldn't believe how soft her fingertips were.

After several more minutes of this delicate stroking, Yoko started applying more pressure, wrapping her delicate hands around my cock, gradually building up momentum as her speed increased. Her movements sent chills throughout my whole frame, eliciting soft moans from within my throat. My heart rate escalated as her movements became more rapid, forcing me to gasp for air.

Soon, her arm began to tremble due to fatigue, but she continued onward regardless, determined to push things further. I felt my testicles tighten, preparing themselves for the imminent climax. My mind went blank, completely focused upon the sensations coursing through my body, everything else falling away in favor of pure pleasure.

The intensity of my impending ejaculation soon overwhelmed me, threatening to break free no matter how hard I tried to hold myself back. Just when I thought nothing could possibly be more exciting, however, Yoko abruptly pulled her finger away, removing her grip from my pulsing member.

I let out a silent scream of frustration, my mind racing in circles.

"It's okay," she said soothingly, "just relax."

Her eyes were closed and her expression was peaceful. She stayed like that for a few moments before slowly raising her gaze, staring directly at mine, before her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and wrapped tightly around the tip of my rigid cock.

Her saliva was hot and sticky, providing an additional lubricant that allowed my shaft to enter easily between her puffy lips. She sucked lightly, just barely holding onto me with the tip of her tongue, drawing the shaft upwards towards the roof of her mouth. With her other hand, she gripped my ass cheek roughly and pressed me firmly against her sucking lips, preventing me from pulling away anytime soon. As the head entered her mouth, I instinctively tilted my hips back, attempting to penetrate even deeper. But Yoko didn't allow it, pushing my groin back into place, keeping me trapped in her vice-like embrace. She released her tongue entirely, allowing only the head to pass through her lips.

She kept me pinned in that position, sucking on me with all her might, while using her hands to stroke my thighs and ass. I was now experiencing the full force of her oral technique. She bobbed rapidly in response to my increasingly impatient movements, her tongue swirling around my engorged head in a tantalizing pattern. She kept slapping me with the flat of her tongue against the slit at the end of the shaft, driving me crazy with delight. In turn, she squeezed and twisted my ass cheeks mercilessly, twisting my body back and forth as though riding a wild bull. It was impossible to resist; I was lost.

Yoko's pace increased significantly, her mouth becoming a blur of motion as it bounced wildly atop my crotch. Her lips slid faster along my stiff penis, smearing her drool everywhere, coating my shaft in a slick layer of slippery saliva. Every once in awhile, her tongue snaked out of her mouth, running along my tender skin, lingering for a second or two on the head of my cock, before moving back inside.

"I'm going to make you ejaculate now," she whispered.

The words made my knees buckle. I grunted involuntarily, my vision turning red as sparks flew across my retinas. I wasn't ready for it! She hadn't prepared me yet for something so intense, so raw. This was much different than what I had experienced before; this was truly unbridled lust.

She maintained her strong suction, never slowing her pace. The sounds coming from her throat were guttural, almost animalistic. She sounded as though she was growling, although the noises were unintelligible. They reverberated through my ears, penetrating every inch of my brain, triggering the release I desperately craved.

I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm—a tingling warmth radiating from my genitals, spreading outward throughout my body. My breathing became shallow, my heartbeat accelerated, my chest rose and fell rapidly as the excitement mounted.

Then it hit me like a freight train. I started shaking violently, feeling my limbs begin to twitch. My arms trembled, my legs quivered, and my feet kicked out erratically.

"I'm coming," I gasped.

My testicles drew up close to my body, tightening their muscles in preparation for unleashing. An intense heat filled my loins, searing through my insides, burning away my sanity and my inhibitions.

A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my body, making me cry out in joy, my voice echoing loudly throughout the room. The last vestiges of reason disappeared from my mind, replaced by nothing but pure euphoria. Thrashing helplessly, I emptied myself into her, my whole body shuddering and shaking until the final spasms of pleasure wracked my body.

Even after I had finished ejaculating, I remained buried in Yoko's mouth, her tongue massaging me gently. Finally, she lifted her head, wiping her lips clean with a tissue. Then she looked down at me, giving me a warm smile. I smiled back.

In aeon-old dreams, beneath purple skies

The Red Mansion awaits, and within, paradise

Doors opening, a siren's call

To enter and indulge in all

To revel in pleasures no one could refuse

Do not try to fight it, for there is no use

The beautiful creatures dwelling inside

Make dreams come true, all through the night

But lose yourself in their wicked game

And never be the same

Whoever dares to step inside

Beware of the spirits within

For in the Red Mansion, desires collide

And paradise turns into sin

"The Old Guard": Sophia, Belizia, Lia

~

"The New Blood": Belizia, Lorena, Marika, Janina, Hannah

~

"Special Needs": Belizia, Akiyama

~

"Reaching For The Stars": Ariana, Belizia, Ana

~

Ana is now available to download for The Sims 4.
 

Knock knock. There she was, one rainy night, at the Red Mansion's front door.

Said she was an actress. Her accent was to die for, but there was no time to die. The Mansion took her in.

Be careful with her. She's like swimming in deep water. You don't know what you're getting into.

One day, she's brunette. Next day, she's blonde. On some occasions, she is sexy and fun. On others, things can get disturbing.

The Mansion wishes you good luck.

Janina is now available to download for The Sims 4.

She is a woman defined by ambition. After a rough start in life, she honed her body and mind to absolute perfection.

Her dream is to, someday, succeed Madam Belizia as the Mistress of the Red Mansion.

It does not matter to her how long it takes. After all, even literal aeons do come to an end at some point.

There is nothing she needs.

There are only things she wants.

And when she loves something, she wants to be on top of it.

Sophia is now available to download for The Sims 4.

On this occasion, enjoy her poledance performance in this episode of Revels.

Try saying "soft cotton socks stroking your cock" three times fast.

You want to see perfectly shaped legs wrapped in transparent nylon tights.

You want to see stockings of just the right length to suggest what lies above.

And, of course: a nice pair of shoes, maybe with heels.

The Mansion knows.

The Mansion understands.

Hannah used to think she was ugly. Troubled and self-loathing, she hid herself from the world.

But through studying yoga, over time she learned to embrace her own beauty and sexuality.

She developed an impeccable sense of style as well.

Today, she is the Red Mansion's resident master yogini.

Lorena and Marika had spent some time going through "samples" from the shop, and were stoned out of their fucking minds.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Marika... you're the most beautfiul woman I've ever seen."

"Shut up, you're high."

"Wanna go over to the bed? Lie down for a minute?"

"God, yes."

"You know, I have no idea how to get back to the Red Mansion", Lorena said. "Or even how I got here."

"Me neither. Don't worry about that. It doesn't work like this. It's more like dreaming."

"Are there other dreams?"

"Of course. Myriads of them.

"Can I visit them?"

"Yes. You just have to learn how to be in many places at once."

"And how do I do that?"

"I have something special for that."

[Lorena and Marika are now available to download for The Sims 4.]
 

Lorena recently paid her very first visit. She found that it houses a rich collection of exotic herbs, some of them very powerful.

Overwhelmed, she turned to the shopkeeper, a friend of hers. They had met in the library of the Red Mansion.

Her name was Marika. No matter the astounding powers of the herbs sold in the shop, the reason customers always came back was her.

Marika smiled. "You really came! I honestly wasn't sure."

"I figured, you've seen me at my place of work, it's only fair I visit yours."

"This is more of a side gig. But I'm really enjoying it."

Lorena looked around. "Thank you again for the invitation. So this place does exist after all."

"Depends. You have to know where to look."

"Well, I don't know what to look for in here, that's for sure. I'm completely lost. Can you recommend something?"

"You know what, I was going to close up the shop for tonight anyway. Let's go over to the smoking lounge. I'll give you a sample."

"And, what do you think? It's called 'Trainwreck'."

Lorena's answer took a while. "You know, I've never done this before."

"What do you mean you've never... Oh boy. Well, shit."

"Relax, I don't feel anything. Except..."

"Except..."

"Is there someone... out there?"

"No. You know what, I'm going to light one up as well."

As time passed, the mood became more and more relaxed...

...until...

...somehow...

...things just got out of hand...

"Let's go to the back room."

Continued in Part 2.

["Modern Weed Dispensary" created by DetroitPrincess Sims]

Akiyama has experienced much of the world. Perhaps too much.

Life once reduced him to an aimless drifter, making his living as a drug dealer. But his fate changed forever after meeting Belizia, Mistress of the Red Mansion.

Over time, a business relationship grew into a close and trusting friendship.

Today, Akiyama is the master of the Red Mansion's luxurious guest house.

The range of addictions he caters to has greatly broadened.

Belizia is now available to download for The Sims 4. Unveil her secrets, if you dare.

Here's one secret: Belizia is older than the Red Mansion itself. In fact, it was her who arranged for and oversaw its construction.

Below is a rare, very old picture of her.

That outfit is still in her wardrobe.

One last secret: She had a lead role in an episode of the adult machinima series Revels - together with someone called Akiyama, who we will learn more about soon.

What kind of woman is Marika?

Some say, she is all business.

Some say, she takes pleasure in turning heads at partys.

Some say, she is a goth girlfriend fantasy come alive.

Some call her a goddess of the night.

All of these things are true.

She looks forward to meeting you.

You could ask her for whatever you want. Books. People. Dreams. Maybe even salvation. But you don't need to. She already knows.

If you're interested in Lorena herself - try to meet her after hours.

III

Of all the things I expected to be doing with two gorgeously slutty incarnations of my wife, watching TV wasn’t high on the list. But that’s what both of them wanted to do. They turned on the big TV on the opposite wall of the bed, and we sat down. I have to say, I was extremely comfortable on the soft, silky sheets, with both my wives snuggled up against me from both sides.

They passed the remote back and forth between them behind my head, flipping through channels, arguing about what to watch. Their soft bodies moving against mine made me dizzy, but I tried to keep my composure. If they wanted to watch TV and banter while pretending to ignore me, it was only buying me precious time. The more energy I could save up, the better my chances of making it through this ridiculous trial.

They finally agreed to watch some random horror movie, but they weren’t really paying attention and kept playing with their phones. At some point, both of them fell asleep at the same time, heads against my shoulders.

How good they smelled. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about all the things I could do to them right now if I wanted…

My wife to the right seemed to wake up. She began covering my neck with kisses and carefully unzipped my pants. “Shhh”, she whispered, looking at my other wife, who had turned around in her sleep, her half-naked butt sticking out at me.  “We don’t want to wake her up.”

I tried to ignore her reaching into my pants and massaging my cock as best as I could by making conversation. “So, which of you is, like, the real one?”

She pulled my cock out, laid her head on my shoulder and started caressing my balls with her nimble hands. “Neither of us are, dummy.”

The TV was now showing an Ariana Grande concert. It almost seemed to run in slow motion. The last thing I needed right now was footage of Ariana Grande, in a miniskirt and stockings, dancing in slow motion, but there it was.

My wife to the right was playfully tapping to the rhythm, using her fingertips on the tip of my cock, pointing it directly at my other wife’s beautiful round butt cheeks. To come in such a situation…

Suddenly my right wife let go and pretended to be sleeping, as my left wife woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and turned around, looking at my erect cock. “Oh, hello there. Have you touched yourself while we were asleep? Oh you…”

She slid down on the bed, putting the TV back into my view. It was showing scenes from a photoshoot with Anya Taylor-Joy in sexy outfits. God damn it. I just stared at the screen as my wife sucked my cock like a whore. I don’t know how I managed not to cum. It was bittersweet hell. At the last possible second, my other wife woke up, which made my first wife stop.

The right wife stretched her body, and looked at the left wife. “Well, what do you think?”

The left wife chuckled. “We can break him. Let’s just take turns fucking him.”

And so that’s what they did. While one was on top of me, fucking me senseless, the other one was showering me with gentle kisses and whispers of unspeakable things. Then they switched.

It went on like that for a while.

After what seemed like forever, they were finished, and laid flat down on the bed, panting.

As for myself, I was clinging to the last remains of my sanity. My cock was soaked from both of my wives squirting yoni juices all over it. Repeatedly and in tandem. That really is something you don’t get to see every day.

But I didn’t orgasm. It was the most taxing thing my body ever had to endure. My face was red and teary-eyed, and I felt like I was dying.  It took a few minutes until I was able to think, let alone speak again.

My one wife was sitting on a chair in an emerald green silk nightgown, smoking a joint. The other one was naked, doing yoga. I tried not to look at them, and coughed up the words, “Have I passed?”

One of them said, “Still too early to decide. Next time, maybe.”

“Erm, please?”, I gasped.

My one wife put out the joint in an ashtray and came over to me. “Oh honey, I’m sorry, but it’s not me that makes the rules. They are literal aeons old and come from the madam herself. I’m just the executioner here. And I would hate to see you banished, because I have to say, I’m actually quite enjoying myself. Don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Thought so. You know what, I’m going to let you go home early today. Looking forward to our next meeting. Good night!”

“Wait… What was that about ‘aeons’?” But I was already drifting out of sleep.

I had to spend the day in bed, putting bags of ice around my crotch. Trying to distract myself proved impossible. I could think of nothing but all the different ways I was going to fuck my wife when the trial was over. I thought about it for hours and hours. There were times when I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

I had my ups and downs, but I eventually made it through the day, enough to fall asleep again.

Madam almost seemed worried when I stumbled through the doors of the Red Mansion. As always, she took off my coat. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. It’s just the trial. It’s… exhausting. But I will pass.”

She looked interested. “Which trial do you speak of?”

I became nervous. Was there more than one? “You know, the initiation, er, thing? I can’t, you know, finish? ‘Cause otherwise I will be banished?”

The most ladylike of giggles escaped her. “I’m sorry”, she said, after gaining her composure back. “This is not representative of the services this house provides. I’m afraid one of our residents played a little prank on you. She likes to do things of that nature sometimes. But be assured, no such trial exists.”

What? No. It couldn’t be.

Could it?

She looked me over and raised an eyebrow. “You really endured until now? I have to say, I’m kind of impressed. We should have dinner sometime. Anyway, let me be clear: You can come here whenever you want, in every sense. You are a welcome guest, and you will not be banished. Now please, finally go and enjoy yourself.”

With that, she left.

All kinds of thoughts and feelings were rushing through me. At once, I stomped up the stairs and burst into the red velvet room.

My wife was already waiting for me on the bed, her legs spread. Black cotton overknee socks dangled loosely from her feet. Other than that, she was wearing nothing.

“I can see it in your eyes, I’ve been found out. You got me.” She laughed. “Admit, it was fun. But, okay – maybe I went a little too far.” She opened her legs even wider. I could see that her yoni was dripping.

“Now, the question is, what are you going to do about it?”

Lia already has everything she ever wanted. When she gets bored, she therefore attends to the wants of others.

She gets bored a lot. So hard to please.

Her intelligence is as sharp as her tastes are shallow.

She is out of your league. Strictly speaking.

II

The house was darker than before. Lighting the way with the candelabra, Madam led me up the stairs and to the door I was looking for, bathing our surroundings in flickering lights as she carried the two-headed candlestick before her.

“Here we are”, she proclaimed. “Just enter when you’re ready.”
 

I nodded. “Thanks, Madam.”

With that, she left, taking the dancing lights with her. I took a deep breath, then opened the door and entered the room behind.

I was back at the spa from last night, in front of the massage rooms. One of the doors swung open, and my wife appeared, dressed in a sort of spa uniform, if the uniforms of this spa consisted of a semi-transparent white top and loose-fitting shorts.

She gestured to me to enter. After I did, she closed the door behind me and pointed to a massage table in the center of the room. “Please, take off your clothes and lie down.”

I did so. Laying before her naked, nervously anticipating my massage treatment, my cock was pointing straight upwards.

My wife dipped her hands in a large bowl of thick massage oil. She then let the oil run from her hands onto my starving cock, watching it twitch. One of her hands began to slowly glide up and down my shaft, while the other was fondling my balls. I started breathing heavily. Finally, she wrapped her hands around my cock, massaging it like a delicate pepper grinder. My breathing had turned into moaning.

Then she stopped. But only to turn around and once more dip her hands into the bowl of oil. This time, she let it run all over her breasts, until her flimsy white top was completely drenched.

“Please, sit up.”

I did, and was now sitting on the edge of the massage table, my feet on the ground. My wife kneeled down in front of me and put my cock between her soft, sticky breasts, squished against each other by the tightness of the top and the grip of her hands.

Nothing in my life had ever felt this good. My vision turned black.

“Don’t forget, mister – no coming allowed! This is merely a massage.”

She was moving just slowly enough to keep me from ejaculating. It was maddening and heavenly.

Again, she stopped. After turning around, she first took off her top, then slipped out of her shorts. Finally, she took the bowl into both of her hands, lifted it up, and let the oil spill over every inch of her body.

“Nobody knows better than me how to make you come.”

She came over, wrapped her legs around me, and sat down in my lap, rubbing against me.

“And nobody knows better how not to.”

I was drowning in her body.

“How to keep you just on the edge.”

She started kissing me, my mouth, my neck, my ears, panting and whispering.

“I’ll make you feel really good.”

Laying down on the table, she spread her legs.

“Come in. Please.”

It took all my willpower not to come at this very moment. I was moving by myself, my shivering body climbing onto her. She looked into my eyes while teasing the tip of my cock with the lips of her dripping wet yoni.

“Relax. Trust me, I’ll be careful. Just enjoy.”

She pushed me into her. I gasped for air. For a moment, I thought I had died. Never had I imagined such pleasure. My heart was pounding. My body was shaking.

She began sucking on my tongue while moving her body on the table, pulling me deeper inside her. All of her lips were devouring me.

I couldn’t take this any longer. I had lost control over my body. My hips started thrusting. I could think of nothing but fucking. I wanted to keep hammering my cock into her like a wild animal, looking at her oiled body as it was slapping against mine, listening to her moaning and screaming.

“Easy now…” She tightened the grip of her legs, stopping my movement. I was on the brink of losing my mind. Part of me wanted to just overpower her. Grab her by the wrists, push her down, and make her pay for all this torture.

She let her fingers run through my hair. “Shhh… calm down. It’s going to be worth it, I promise.”

That was it. I had to pull out of her. Grabbing her ankles, I freed myself from her grip and tumbled backwards on the table, almost falling off in the process.

The room had a shower. I jumped under it, letting cold water run over my groin area. After that, my wife took a shower as well, washing the oil off of her body with soapy hands. I tried my best not to stare.  “How long is this trial going to take?”

Dripping wet, she came out of the shower before thankfully putting on a bathrobe. “Don’t concern yourself with that now. I’ll let you know when you’ve passed.”

I wanted to say something, but felt myself drifting out of sleep already. The moment before I finally woke up, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good night."

As you would expect, I didn’t have a very productive day. My cock was rock hard through all of it. I couldn’t think of anything else but how badly I wanted to come.

Tonight she would let me. She had to. There was no way I would endure another night like this, not to mention another day of waiting after that.

Finally, midnight came. As Madam was taking my coat, she noticed the twitching bulge in my pants. An amused grin appeared on her face. “Someone looks eager.”

I returned to the room of red velvet, where I had met my wife the first night, sat down, and waited. Minutes felt like hours.

Finally, a knock on the door. I jumped up and opened it. My wife was standing in front of me in the corridor.

Twice.

Two women, holding hands, both differently dressed and styled, but both unmistakably my wife, one and the same. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was the one on the left that first started to speak. “Hello, husband. You’ve handled yourself quite well so far. I think it’s time to increase the challenge.”

~

Continued in Part 3.

You've been warned about girls like Sophia countless times. But you just don’t listen, do you?

You know full well that she is trouble. That she is going to be your undoing. But, dear God, how could you ever resist?

The promise of heavenly self-destruction is too sweet. And in the Red Mansion, you can experience it over and over again.

See you soon.

I

I've been having these dreams. Hazy visions of a lavishly furnished house. With time, they have turned more clear and coherent. By now, they occur every night, and feel almost real. I can physically sense the dream and my presence in it. My body, or whatever it is I inhibit over there, reacts to it. Intensely even. I’m still trying to understand.

Anyway, I’ll start from the beginning. In the first of the really vivid dreams, this is what happened.

I was approaching a beautiful old-fashioned mansion on the backside of a hill. When I knocked on the door, a woman opened, around thirty years old, smiling as she looked at me. "Welcome to the Red Mansion. You may call me Madam. Please enter."

I had never seen such a stunning creature in my life, except maybe for my wife. Speaking with a heavy slavic accent, she looked like the perfect imaginary version of an alternative model from Prague.

Within seconds, I became aroused to the point of confusion. It was overwhelming. There was a strange energy to this place that seemed to intensify certain senses.

As Madam led me into the mansion, she took my coat and said, "The revels begin at midnight, which is now. Explore as much of the mansion as you like. Who knows what awaits inside? Have fun."

With that, she vanished behind a set of red doorway drapes into another room. Twisted hallways led deeper into the mansion, but instinctively, I went straight up the grand main staircase.

Freely exploring, I opened a door somewhere, and entered a beautiful bedroom with interiors made of dark wood and red velvet. Just wanting to sit down on the bed and relax for a minute, I heard a knock on the door. Opening it, I couldn't believe what I saw.

It was my wife.

Again, it was her most beautiful self imaginable – everything that I had ever loved about her appearance, but at once, in an almost timeless way. Nevertheless, she stood there in the hallway, right at this moment, winking at me. "Hello! May I come in?"

And again, with the intense atmosphere of this place, it was hard to think of anything else but touching and kissing every part of her body. Somehow I managed to rub enough brain cells together to make my mouth form the words to invite her in. She pointed to the bed. "Please sit down for a minute, I have to explain something."

I sat down. "Er, you know what, don't."

She seemed to ignore what I said, standing before me and stretching her body in what felt like only the most provocative of yoga poses. My erection was almost unbearable. I felt like I hadn't ejaculated in weeks.

She spoke without interrupting her posing. “Here's the deal. From here on, you may enter the Red Mansion after midnight by falling asleep. But to complete your initiation, you have to pass a trial first. Should you fail, you will be banished from this place forever. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to this."

"Trial? What trial?"

"You can visit as often as you like, but for the time being, you are not allowed to orgasm."

“Until when?”

“Until I say so.”

"This has to be a joke. I mean, I'm almost coming right now, just from looking at you."

"Well, then I recommend keeping it at ‘almost', if you ever want to look at me again."

"But why? What is this place? I still don’t get it."

"That’s what I'm here for. To give you a taste of what to expect. And be your hardest possible trial. You know why? You know why I was chosen?"

She leaned in close to me and whispered into my ear. "Because I know better than anyone how to make you come."

She knew exactly what she did to me by saying this. Expertly assessing the desperate look on my face, she said, “Don’t worry, a few small drops I’ll overlook. But you can’t shoot your load. I’m sorry."

I didn’t know what to say.

"You're so cute. You really like looking at me, don't you? Even in your dreams." She put her arms around me, with her beautiful body bent over me. I could smell her.

We started kissing. It felt like a volcano erupting in my body. Like I was kissing her for the first time, only three times as intense. We were slowly licking each other's lips and tongues until I felt like I couldn't stop anymore. My erection was pressing against my pants so hard it was painful.

As if reading my mind, she stopped kissing me and unzipped my pants. My throbbing cock jumped out at her like a wild beast on a leash. It was leaking uncontrollably. Just her looking at it was almost enough to-

“Oh fuck it, just do it. Come all over me. Think of how good it must feel. Here, touch me."

My hands were madly grabbing at every inch of her body, pulling on the fabric of her clothes, squeezing her beautiful big breasts, reaching up from her thighs to under her skirt, burying my hands into the soft cheeks of her ass…

"Come."

She almost broke me, without touching my cock even once. But the thought of being banished from this place made me snap out of it. "N-now wait a minute!" I let go of her.

She smiled at me. "I almost had you. Well done.” Then she quickly turned around and started walking to the door. “It's time we get going. Follow me!"

I did, without thinking. What else was I to do? We went back out to the corridor, walked a bit, then entered the door into another room.

Suddenly we were in a completely different place. And it was familiar to me. This was a spa hotel she and I had stayed at many times in the past.

We were dressed differently as well. I was in swim trunks I remember owning years ago. I knew it was the exact pair, because they were a little too tight. The same was true for her bathing suit. That didn't help. But, good lord, what a sight… I'll leave the details to your imagination.

"I'll see you in half an hour in the massage room over here for your treatment”, she said. “Until then, I guess you're on your own. I recommend taking a walk through the spa, maybe visit the steam bath. See you later!"

It really was that same spa I've been to before. As I walked down the stairs to the pool area, I noticed a difference though. The only guests were beautiful young women. I decided to heed my wife's cryptic advice, and proceeded to the steam bath.

It was empty when I entered, but after a few minutes of relaxing, a girl came in and sat down across from me.

There it was. A deja vu. In fact, I had been in this situation before. There was this one time when I had been alone with an incredibly hot girl, right here in the steam bath room. Nothing had happened, but – God, all those drops of water running down her gorgeous body…

Suddenly, the girl stood up. She walked over to me and sat down close beside me.

Now that was different.

Her body touched mine, as she laid her head down on my shoulder and looked up to my face. "Hey. I noticed you peeking at me. Do you think I'm pretty?"

My trunks were becoming way too tight. It was no use. I had to take them off. Looking at my naked erect cock, she said, "I'll take that as a yes."

She started kissing my body, and my hands couldn't resist touching her’s. Her skin was wet and tender. Now, she was kissing my neck. Now, my ear. She was breathing quickly. "Is this good?"

If she had touched my cock now, I would have come like crazy. What would this mean for the trial? Would it mean failing it? Would they know? Would my wife know?

Just then, the door swung open. I pulled my trunks up at the last minute. Two more stunning-looking girls came in. Jesus Christ. I had to get out of there.

Clumsily, I stumbled out of the steam bath room, back to the pool area. Was all this my wife’s way of telling me that evading her wouldn’t help me? Probably.

As I tried to calm myself down, I looked at the big clock above the pool. It was time to meet the wife for my "treatment". I had a bad feeling about this.

On the way back up the stairs, my real-life alarm went off. Saved by the bell.

I woke up with a huge erection, unsurprisingly. It didn’t feel like waking up from a dream. It felt like a transition.

After taking a cold shower, I was able to think clearly again, and began to doubt myself. No matter how vivid, this had to have been a simple dream, nothing more. What else could it have been?

Seems I was lonelier than I thought. I mean, I did miss my wife a lot. Also, I almost certainly drank too much.

That said, even though I had nothing to do all day, and no matter how horny, I didn’t want to relieve myself and masturbate. I wanted to wait for midnight. Call it curiosity.  Or desperation.

Sure enough, the following night I somehow found myself in front of the Red Mansion again. After knocking, the woman who had introduced herself as Madam opened the door, dressed in a black robe, carrying a candelabra with two burning candles. Just like before, her alluring beauty was almost too much to bear.

She offered me a smile. “I’m glad to see you return.”

~

Continued in Part 2.

The mansion is her domain. She reigns and watches over it. Inside its walls, she is referred to simply as "Madam".

She is the Mistress of Revels. Your guiding light through the Red Mansion's dark corridors.

She is your servant, and your queen. Never one without the other.