Honeymoon Manor Ch. 01

She was starting to whine, faster and faster, rocking back and forth against his caresses. But now her fingers were descending down his chest, and he whimpered with every touch.

This creature was coming to life, and soon her fingers would touch his manhood, and he would stat to cum uncontrollably. And he would be hers. He would never be able to leave this pleasure. It would feel too good to even think about the notion.

For a moment, he was lost in that fantasy.

But then he started tracing the spirals in her palm. She was whimpering, flinching away. He kissed her hungrily, messily, overpowering her. He slid his fingers in and out in slow motion, edging her, barely keeping himself from stroking her clit until she screamed. Slowly, he was gaining ground.

But it still felt so good. His efforts ebbed and flowed unevenly as she poured pleasure back into him, stimulation repeatedly overpowering his frail mind like the repeating waves of the rising tide.

He felt himself wearing out, felt his cock throbbing. He needed it so bad. Needed to feel her touch. To feel her. To feel.

To only feel.

And then her finger touched the tip of his cock, and he realized he was out of time.

But as his cum started to shoot out, her eyes widened, and the Three of Locks screamed.

His hands and lips went into autopilot even as hers went limp. He kept kissing, kept stroking and spiraling, as she thrashed and moaned. She was cumming.

She was unlocking.

The pleasure wrenched through him, made him moan and scream with her, but her finger had already fallen away, and she was squeezing her breasts through the cloth. Her eyes were wide, tearful, almost transcendent in her erotic bliss.

Felix heard three clicking noises.

He fell off the living lock, still twitching a little bit, clutching his tingling hands. His cock kept twitching as the last bits of cum dribbled out of it. Everything about him felt unbearably sensitive. He could barely breathe.

But when he finally looked up at her, she was back to her stationary pose. She had a disappointed pout, and a single card hung suspended in the air before her.

He staggered to his feet, pulling his pants up—he didn't dare try to clean himself off, not when his whole body was still so sensitive—and took the card.

The adventurer blinked.

The card depicted the Keyhole Maiden lying back on the ground, moaning and wriggling, face flushed bright pink.

A single topaz ring dangled above her head on the card. An Ace of Rings, apparently.

Felix blinked, then looked up.

The Maiden was gone. He was in front of the keyhole-shaped door once more.

He frowned. "Funnier and funnier and funnier."

Unsure what else to do, Felix slipped the card into the slot.

There was a whirring noise.

The keyhole door dissolved into smoke, and there was the room again. Only the Keyhole Maiden was gone. In the chair sat a large cupcake with pink frosting, covered in little sugary sprinkles in the shape of hands. Underneath the cupcake was the same card he'd just slipped into the door.

Felix advanced on the cupcake and picked it up, eying it critically. "The sprinkles are a little creepy," he said to thin air, "but I suppose it's still a nice little reward." He took the card as well, feeling oddly sentimental.

He then turned to the primary new feature in this room: Another spiral staircase, this one very, very tall, leading up into darkness.

He sighed.

"And it's nice to have something to eat before I get going," he muttered, taking his first step up the stairs. Hopefully, it would all get easier from here.

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