Party Wipe in Erotic Trap Dungeon 8

Mira, Allie, Sophie, and Wren stepped into a large room.

After following the two succubi's directions, it led them down a hallway and to a pair of large doors. Beyond the doors was a large open room, but there was nothing inside. It was blank, without any features besides the stone bricks making up the walls.

"It seems like Brill isn't here," Sophie said. She glanced around the room, and Wren nodded in agreement.

"I can't sense any life signs," she said. Her long elf ears twitched, and she turned her head to listen closer. "It's completely silent."

"Perhaps we should go back and ask for directions again?" Allie asked.

"We're not going back." Mira shook her head. "Brill should be around here somewhere."

Demons weren't known to lie. They were tricksters and cheats, but not liars. If those two succubi said they could find Brill here, they would. Even if it appeared to be an empty room devoid of features, there had to be something special about the place.

They continued to look around the room, listening for any sounds. For minutes, it seemed futile, but just when Mira began to doubt her own sanity, a laugh echoed through the room.

"Hahaha... We're finally back together, it seems." Brill's voice echoed around the room, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. "Us five, a party once more."

"Brill? Where are you?" Mira raised her voice, turning to look for the source of their final party member's voice, but she couldn't see their friend anywhere. The room was just as empty as when they entered.

There was something in Brill's voice, and the mysterious way it echoed around them that made the hairs on the back of Mira's neck raise. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were in a dangerous position. Despite finally reuniting their party, something was off.

"I'm right here." Brill appeared in front of them, and Mira whirled around to face her.

"There you are..." Mira let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her.

She had the same brown hair, freckles, and light armor. Even her sword was on her hip. Compared to the four of them, who were all barely clothed and in a mess from tentacle secretions, Brill looked much more put together. It was as if she looked the same as when they first entered the dungeon.

"Shall we make our way out now?" Wren asked.

"Now that we're together, we should be able to escape," Sophie said.

"Unfortunately, escaping this dungeon won't be so easy," Brill said. She stepped forward, coming closer to their group. "If we want to escape, we'll either have to fight through nine-hundred floors of monsters to get to the surface, or..."

"Or?" Allie asked, tilting her head at Brill. "Is there another way to escape?"

"If we play one more game, the dungeon will release us." Brill gave them a smile, looking between each of the other four's faces. "I negotiated with the dungeon master. If we can win her challenge, she'll teleport us to the surface."

"And what kind of game is this?" Mira's eyes narrowed at Brill. Something about her expression was too relaxed. They were nine-hundred floors deep in a dungeon. She shouldn't be this lackadaisical about their situation.

"It's simple." Brill reached forward and opened her hand, showing her palm to them. Four bead-like pills lay in her hand. They looked like crimson marbles glimmering in the dim dungeon light. "You four will swallow one of these seeds. If any of you can resist their influence, all five of us will be allowed to escape from the dungeon."

"You won't be taking part in this?" Mira asked.

"I have already played the game and won." Brill gave them a smile. "It's a simple challenge. All you need to do is resist reaching orgasm."

"And if we do come?" Mira tightened her lips, frowning at Brill. "What happens then?"

"A single orgasm isn't enough to lose the challenge. You will need to come multiple times before losing. Depending on how strong your will is, it could take dozens of orgasms. I'm sure one of you will hold out. I beat the game, after all."

It sounded too good to be true. If they just had to resist the urge to orgasm, they could do that. Between the four of them, it would be easy for at least one of them to hold out. From what Brill said, it sounded like the game was fairly easy to beat.

"If just one of us manages to hold out, we all go free?" Mira asked, making sure she understood the rules, and Brill nodded.

"That's right. Only one of you needs to pass the challenge, and all five of us will be free to leave the dungeon without fear of being attacked. However..." Brill's expression turned serious. "If all four of you succumb to the game, then we shall become subjects of the dungeon."

"We'll win," Mira said, and she hardened her expression. "I'll see us through this."

She took a red bead from Brill's hand and swallowed it. Allie, Sophie, and Wren followed suit. They each nodded and decided to take the challenge. Compared with climbing through nine-hundred floors of a dungeon, this sounded infinitely easier. It was their best bet to escape, or so each of them thought.

--

Wren swallowed the red bead, and her eyes widened in surprise.

The surrounding room changed, and her surroundings melted away. One second, Wren stood in front of Brill with the other four, and the next moment she was in a brightly lit bedroom.

Pink wallpaper covered the walls, and a white-silk bed stood in the middle of the small room. Wren's eyes squinted through the bright light, and she took a surprised breath at the sight of the sudden change in her surroundings. Just like when they first got caught by the dungeon, it was as if she'd been teleported to a completely different place.

"Wren, aren't you coming to bed?"

Sophie's voice called out to her, and Wren's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced towards the bed to find Sophie sitting in it, and she was half-naked. The blankets were draped over her lap, and they piled up around her waist. With one outstretched hand, she reached out, inviting Wren to join her in the soft bedding.

"Where did the others go? Is this part of the game?" Wren asked, and she tilted her head at Sophie. "Where did your clothes go?"

"Why are you thinking of the others when I'm here?" Sophie took Wren's hand and she pulled her into bed.

"Wah?" The motion was so sudden, Wren toppled forward. She fell face forward into the soft blankets and into Sophie's lap. "What was that for?"

She looked up at Sophie indignantly, but her pointed ears flushed red at what she saw. The awkward position left her looking up at Sophie's large, naked breasts, and her face was embarrassingly close to Sophie's crotch. If the blankets weren't there to catch her fall, she would have gone nose first in between Sophie's legs.

"It seemed like you were hesitating, so I helped you into the bed." Sophie smiled down at her, and she lay one hand on Wren's cheek, stroking it. "Did you not want to join me?"

"I did, but..." The burning in Wren's pointed ears grew even worse as Sophie touched her face. There was something so brazen about her new demeanor. Her eyes stared down at Wren in amusement, and the suggestive smile on her lips made Wren's heart pound in her chest.

"There's nothing to worry about," Sophie said. She dropped her voice to a whisper, and she hooked one finger beneath Wren's chin. "I'm going to take good care of you, Wren."

A whimper escaped Wren's lips. As Sophie continued to stroke her cheek and tilt her face up, she could do nothing but stare at the massive bare breasts in front of her. Between the scandalously naked state of Sophie, and her knowing grin, Wren felt helpless beneath the other woman's touch.

Despite the strange situation, and the suddenness of it all, she squeezed her legs together, clenching reflexively. Her arousal and urges came rushing back, and her breathing grew heavy. The longer she stared up at Sophie and felt her fingers on her cheek, the more difficult it felt to think.

"Uhm... I'm sorry." Wren scrambled backwards, pushing away from Sophie. She got to her feet and took a step away from the bed. "I feel a bit strange all of a sudden..."

"If you're feeling unwell, that's even more of a reason to come to bed." Sophie patted her lap, in the spot where Wren's face had rested moments before. "Why don't you lay down? Let me pamper you, just like old times..."

The heat in Wren's cheeks grew doubly hot, burning like fire in her ears. Sophie's words made her remember the times she'd gotten sick on their adventures, when she laid her head on Sophie's thighs and she'd been cared for. The attention had made her embarrassed back then, but for Sophie to do the same while she was naked--if she were to lay her head on her thighs while Sophie had not a scrap of clothes on her, while only blankets separated their two bodies...

"I'm good, really!" Wren shook her head, but the embarrassed flushing warmth in her face felt even worse. The arousal between her legs wasn't getting better, either. Despite Sophie's kind-hearted invitation, she felt a tingle of anticipation between her legs, and she couldn't help but feel turned on.

(Perhaps I'm going crazy.) Wren thought to herself, or perhaps this was part of the game, testing her. She couldn't tell up from down with Sophie sitting naked in front of her. Despite turning her down, she couldn't help but glance at Sophie's stiff nipples, and curiosity won out as she snuck peeks at all of Sophie's curves. It was a sight she'd never gotten to see before, and no matter how suspicious the situation was, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to stare a bit.

"Are you sure, Wren? Your face is awfully red. It looks like you have a fever." Sophie laid one hand on her chest, rubbing the spot between her breasts. "Why don't you let me give you a hug? We can lie down together for a bit. How does that sound?"

"Ah..." Wren let out another mewl at the sight of Sophie's slender fingers tracing over her breasts. The sight was even more enticing than her bare body. Something about the slow shift of her fingers made Wren's heart pound even harder.

She struggled for breath, rubbing her thighs together. Up and down, Sophie's suggestive touch on her chest continued. She rubbed her fingers through the valley between her breasts before exploring further, tracing up the large mounds and circling around her nipples.

The longer Wren watched, the worse her arousal grew and the more difficult it felt to think. Beneath her skirt, rivulets of wetness ran down her thighs, evidence of how far gone she was. Perhaps it was the dungeon, but just staring at Sophie's naked body left her in a helpless heat.

A warmth built below Wren's navel, and her lower half tingled with raw anticipation. Her clit throbbed hard inside its hood, begging for attention. The longer she watched Sophie play with her chest, the more difficult it felt to ignore, and Wren felt an insistent urge to rub the spot between her legs.

(I'm really going crazy.) Wren thought to herself. There was no way she could start masturbating; not here; not in the middle of their most important trial. However, if she was going crazy, then Sophie must have been in an even worse state.

The priestess grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing them while staring back at Wren. A suggestive smile played at her lips, and every groping touch of her chest made Wren's heart pound in her chest. The brazenness of Sophie's actions left Wren unable to think coherently.

It felt as if every squeeze of Sophie's massive breasts was a soft squish around her brain. Every time she pushed them together, it felt more difficult to think. The sight of Sophie's large breasts smushing together made her own mind feel like mush. All she could think about was how much she wanted to bury her face in them.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me in bed, Wren?" Sophie released one breast to pat the spot on her lap. However, even after giving the invitation, she continued to grope her right breast while smiling at Wren. "I just want to give you a hug."

Between the soft blankets in her lap, and the soft breasts above, it was an invitation difficult to deny. Wren's heart pounded in her chest, and the distracting throb in her clit made thinking impossible. Just squeezing her thighs together made tingles of anticipation ripple out through her sex.

"I... Uhm..." Wren took a shaky breath, struggling for words, but she shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

They were in the last trial of the dungeon. They had to resist temptation at all costs. If she got into bed with Sophie, especially with her acting so strangely, Wren didn't think she could hold back. Even now, she was struggling with the urge to masturbate where she stood.

"I understand." Sophie released her breast, ceasing her self-groping, and she nodded. "You need some more convincing, then."

"Yes, I need some more convincing- Wait, what?" Wren shook her head as she fully comprehended Sophie's words. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? That should be obvious." Sophie threw back the blankets, and she slid her long legs out of the bed. "I'm going to convince you, obviously."

She stood up, exposing her crotch for all to see. Wren had seen glimpses of it when they adventured together, but never had she seen Sophie's womanhood bared so openly. As the other woman stood up from the bed, Wren got a full frontal of the priestess' naked body.

A thin patch of pubic hair rested above her womanhood. It was blonde, just like Sophie's hair. Wren stared at it, blushing hard. Between the sight of her sculpted bush, and the perfectly thin slit between Sophie's legs, she couldn't look away from the sight.

"You- Uhm... Don't you want to put on some clothes?" Wren asked, but Sophie just laughed.

"Why would I need something silly like that?" Her hips swayed from side to side, causing Wren's eyes to shift with them, swinging back and forth and staring at Sophie's pussy shamelessly.

No matter how much her ears burned with embarrassment, she couldn't look away, and the slow, seductive swagger of the priestess didn't help. Wren felt like her eyes were drawn into the sight, and her entire world swung with Sophie's hips. It felt as if it were her own mind swinging from side to side, as if her head were on a pendulum, sinking deeper into a soft mushy arousal, unable to think of anything but the suggestively seductive slit between Sophie's legs.

"I... Uhm..." Wren's eyes fell into a half-lidded lull, and a fresh whimper escaped her lips. She could do little more than rub her thighs together as Sophie stepped up in front of her.

"You don't need to say anything," Sophie said in a whisper down to her. "I know exactly how to convince you."

She placed one finger on the underside of Wren's chin, and she pushed it up, lifting her gaze to meet hers. The amused, knowing eyes of the other woman made Wren's heart skip, and the suggestive smile on Sophie's lips made her feel faint. It felt like her knees would give out, but Sophie didn't let her fall.

She pushed Wren against the wall, and her thigh slipped between her legs. Before Wren could react, the softness of Sophie's leg ground against her crotch, and sparks of pleasure raced out from the pressure. Even with her skirt between her mons and Sophie's thigh, tingles of satisfaction out of Wren's crotch, and a moan escaped her lips.

"Mmnghh..." Wren's back arched, and her eyes fluttered. She couldn't help but buck against Sophie's leg. Her throbbing clit, even inside her hood, crackled with satisfaction, and a shiver ran down her back. The harder she ground against Sophie's thigh, the better it felt.

"That's it... Let yourself feel good, Wren." Sophie stepped even closer, pushing her flat against the wall, and she bounced her leg, smushing it up and down between Wren's thighs.

The grinding pressure was more than enough to send Wren's mind spinning. Her already arousal-addled brain sank into the pleasure, and her mind melted as the tingles of satisfaction raced out of her clit. Every shift of the soft pleats of her skirt over her mons made her breath hitch in her throat.

(This isn't good.) She thought to herself. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to resist orgasming. If she climaxed, she'd lose the trial, but Sophie's thigh felt too good to resist.

Wren's hips bucked forward, and she grinded back against Sophie's leg. Forward and back, she rubbed the softness between her legs and shuddered. The soft folds of her skirt only amplified the sensation and she let out a moan, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

"You're much easier to convince than I thought, Wren..." Sophie pulled Wren's head into her chest, forcing her into the softness of her breasts. "I'm glad you're so weak, wren."

"We shouldn't be doing this- Mnghh..." Wren tried to protest, but her words came out muffled between Sophie's large breasts. As the softness enveloped her face, she sank into it, moaning and grinding back against Sophie's leg. Even as she tried to resist, the tingling pleasure rippled out of her sex made her mind go blank.

(I need to push her away...) Wren thought to herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Sophie's naked body felt hot against her skin, and the tighter she embraced Sophie's leg, the better it felt.

"Good girl..." Sophie ran a hand over the back of Wren's head, petting her hair.

"Mnghhh..." Wren's ears burned with embarrassment, both from her inability to control her urges and the strange tone in Sophie's words. To be referred to as a 'good girl' made strange feelings stir in her belly.

Wren was decades older than Sophie. Despite her small stature, she was still an elf who'd lived for nearly a hundred years. However, the infantilizing way Sophie pet her head made her sex clench in satisfaction. Her clit throbbed especially hard as the larger woman dominated her.

Even if she wanted to, she didn't think she could escape from Sophie's grasp. Sophie's arms held her tight, and Wren was helpless in the embrace. Her lower half felt like jelly as Sophie ground her knee into the crotch of her skirt, and the more she rubbed her sex against the soft thigh, the weaker she felt. Wren could do nothing but continue to hump against Sophie's leg as the pleasure swelled to higher and higher heights.

"Mnghh..." Wren let out a fresh mewl, and a shiver ran down her back.

For minutes, their two bodies intertwined. Wren leaned against Sophie, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat rose on her skin. Her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull as the tingles of satisfaction raced out of her crotch. Her heart pounded in her ears, and feelings of guilt stirred in her chest, but the pleasure was undeniable.

(I'm sorry, everyone. I can't hold back!)

Wren let out a cry, and her back arched. She gave one last buck against Sophie's thigh, and her mind went blank. Waves of orgasmic pleasure twitched out of her sex, and her eyes fluttered. Over and over, she humped Sophie's thigh as the climax washed through her.

"Good girl..." Sophie said in a whisper, and it sent a fresh chill down Wren's back.

The softness of Sophie's chest felt sinfully good. As the post orgasmic haze took over her mind, all she could do was bury her nose deeper between Sophie's large breasts, pushing her face into the soft valley in front of her.

In the back of her mind, the guilt continued to grow, but she could only hope the others were faring better than she and Sophie were.

-- Elsewhere --

Sophie blinked in surprise. One second, she stood in the circle of their party, and the next thing she knew, she was in a large forest.

The sunlight streamed in through the green foliage of the forest canopy, and she glanced up at the bright viridian hues in surprise. It was as if the stone corridors of the dungeon were nothing but a bad dream. Everything from the humid air of the forest to the warm breeze shaking the leaves above her felt uncannily real.

"Hello?" Sophie asked, calling out into the forest. "Is anyone there?"

This had to be the 'game' Brill mentioned. However, she'd never felt an illusion so real. It was as if she were really in a forest. A chill ran down Sophie's spine as she glanced around herself.

No response came to her question, so she could only assume she was alone. Wherever this was, she didn't have any of the others to support her, but she had no choice but to push on. At least one of them had to beat the trial, and it would be better if it was her.

(I'd rather not fail another test of will.) Sophie thought to herself, and she glanced at her staff.

The bejeweled-stave was proof of her failures. Her staff when entering the dungeon had shattered as her pact with her god was broken. Despite her best efforts, she had destroyed her sacred promise of chastity, and now she had a lewd staff to prove it.

The red gem on the top of the stave was an indicator of its allegiance to a demonic deity. Whichever accursed god imbued it with power, Sophie didn't know, but the staff would still heal them. At the cost of making the subject orgasm, it would heal the target, but that wasn't what made Sophie blush.

The stave had a 'vibrator' functionality. If she imbued it with mana, the length of the shaft would buzz. The demonic deity who blessed it must have had a strange sense of humor, as the staff doubled as a sex toy. Sophie's cheeks burned just thinking about it, but she couldn't deny its effectiveness.

She'd already been tempted into trying it once, and the knobbly--yet smooth--shaft of the stave fit perfectly between her labia. If she angled it correctly, she could push a large knot against her opening while rubbing the bumpy part against her clit.

(I'm not gonna do that again, though.) Sophie thought to herself.

This trial had only one rule, not to orgasm. Whatever this strange game was, masturbating was out of the question. If they started masturbating, they might as well be throwing away the game--throwing away their freedom. It would be tantamount to a show of subservience to the dungeon and, no matter how pleasurable that might feel in the short term, it was a bad idea.

"There's no way I'm gonna lose to some demons..." Sophie said to herself, and she tightened her grip around her stave. However, no sooner had the words left her mouth than she froze in surprise.

"Aghgnnmmm..." A loud, lewd moan echoed through the forest, and Sophie's steps paused.

She glanced around herself, blushing. The moan had been so sudden; it was difficult to make out, but the pleasure-stained vocals were clear. Whoever made the noise, they were indulging in a lewd act unbefitting of the pure forest around them.

(Who could that be?) Sophie thought to herself, and she approached the source of the moaning, doing her best to avoid making a sound. If it was some trap of the trial, she didn't want to reveal herself to it. Caution was the best course of action, or so she thought.

"Sophie..." The moaning voice called out to her, and Sophie's eyes widened in surprise.

She came to a halt behind a tree, staring at the source of the lewd moans, and her cheeks turned bright red. As she snuck a glance at the person moaning her name, she found Wren sitting in a forest clearing, masturbating.

She was naked, with no sign of her usual skirt and ranger vest. Her legs were spread wide, and she had one hand between them. With two fingers, she thrust in and out of herself, moaning and eyes fluttering as she masturbated. It was a side of Wren Sophie had never seen before, and her ears burned with embarrassment and confusion.

(What is she doing?) Sophie thought to herself. (Wren should know this trial prohibits orgasms, yet she's naked and two knuckles deep inside herself.)

Sophie's heart pounded in her chest as she stared. Thankfully, Wren hadn't noticed her, but that only made things worse. As Wren masturbated herself, Sophie couldn't help but watch, and a flicker of arousal built inside her belly.

"Sophie..." Wren moaned, and she pinched a nipple, back arching over the grassy meadow floor. "Mnghhh!"

Her desperate and lewd moans fanned Sophie's arousal higher, and the sound of her name made a twinge of shame run through her. She shouldn't be peeping on Wren like this, not when she was masturbating. However, she couldn't look away. The sight of Wren's lithe body twisted in ecstasy made a hot drippy mess between Sophie's legs. Before she knew it, a rivulet of arousal ran down her thigh, and she subconsciously clenched her legs together.

(I shouldn't be doing this.) Sophie thought to herself. (I need to tell her to stop, or I should run away.)

She should do something--anything other than spying on Wren's masturbation. Sophie's shame and guilt welled up inside her, and her ears burned with embarrassment. The longer she snuck a glance at Wren's naked form, the more difficult it was to think.

Beside her, the red gem-imbued staff glowed. Sophie didn't even notice since she was too transfixed by the sight before her, but a crimson hue emanated from the staff. The stored up mana within it activated, and the aura enveloped Sophie's body.

"Ah-" A hushed moan escaped Sophie's lips as her arousal increased tenfold. All the pent up sexual desire from before grew to new heights as the corrupting force of the staff enveloped her body.

Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress, tenting through the silk fabric. Down below, her clit throbbed with desire, and her sex clenched with unbridled appetite. A pang of longing ran through her, and her back arched. Even without being touched, the dripping mess between her legs tingled with pleasure.

(What is this- Wait, oh god!) Sophie's eyes rolled up in her head, and her hands began to move on their own.

She guided the smooth, knobbly staff between her legs, pushing the thick knot between her labia. Just like she had done in the dungeon, she pressed the shaft between her legs and pushed the bumpy part up against her clit. It was an action that felt so natural, and her arousal was so overwhelmingly high, Sophie failed to register that the actions weren't of her own volition.

Before she could even think to resist, the vibrator function on the staff activated, and the buzzing wood stimulated her clit and opening.

"Oh, fuck..." Sophie cursed under her breath, and she bucked against the stave, rubbing it deeper between her pussy lips and grinding against the hardwood. The buzzing shaft of the stave made her eyes roll up in her head and tingles of satisfaction raced out of her clit and labia.

Over and over, she rocked her hips back and forth over the wooden staff, barely able to muffle her moans of pleasure. In the back of her mind, the last of her sanity held back her voice, trying to hide her helpless state from Wren. However, her hidden position only made things worse for her.

She had a perfect view to watch Wren's naked body twist in similar waves of ecstasy. Sophie's pleasure spiked from the sight of Wren also indulging in the forbidden pleasure of the dungeon. They were both told not to reach climax, but they were both masturbating nonetheless.

"Sophie..." Wren called out again, and her name sent a fresh chill down Sophie's spine.

"Wren..." She whispered under her breath, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

The red glowing aura on the staff disappeared, but it had already accomplished its goal. Sophie continued to ride the staff, grinding it between her lips and funneling mana into it, making the wooden shaft vibrate. She masturbated in helpless arousal, unable to stop herself with the enticing sight of Wren's nude form before her.

The deeper Wren fingered herself, the harder Sophie ground against her staff. They were both locked in the ritual of pleasure, minds too lust-addled to escape from the loop. The more intense the tingles of satisfaction grew, the more their bodies desired it.

Sophie let out a shuddering breath, approaching the precipice of orgasm. She felt the massive climax building in her body, and she was helpless to deny it. All she could think about was grinding harder against the staff and channeling more of her mana into its body, causing the vibrations between her lips to intensify.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her hips, each one coming stronger than the last. For what felt like minutes, she climbed the towering stairway of ecstasy. Over and over, she continued to rub the staff forward and back through her labia, bringing her higher and higher.

The orgasm felt inevitable, like a force of nature. Neither could she stop her own hands, nor could she resist the buzzing temptation. It pressed against the sweet spot, right at the apex of her sex, and the feeling sent her mind spinning with pleasure. However, just when Sophie felt herself toppling over the edge, a voice called out to her.

"Sophie, what do you think you're doing?"

"What?!" Sophie spun around to find Wren standing behind her. The surprise of getting spoken to pulled her back from the edge of orgasm, and Sophie shuddered, leaning against the tree for support.

Confusion and arousal swirled through her. She could have sworn Wren had been in front of her, but now she was behind her. However, as strange as it was, the sight of Wren's naked form so close made Sophie's pulse race. The heat between her legs felt impossible to ignore, and the frustration of her failed orgasm fanned the needy urges higher.

"You know you're not supposed to orgasm, right?" Wren asked. "Brill said any orgasms we had would lead to us failing the trial, yet here you are. You were masturbating behind a tree while watching me."

"I'm sorry..." Sophie's face grew hot with embarrassment, and she took a step back, but she found the tree behind her back. "I couldn't help myself."

"Don't worry, I understand." Wren stepped closer, smiling. "You couldn't help yourself. I know that feeling well."

Sophie stared down at Wren with wide eyes. The sight of her naked body so close made her mind go blank. When Wren was masturbating in the meadow, it had been difficult not to stare, but now it felt impossible. With her so close now, Sohie's eyes glanced up and down at her nude form, and she breathed heavily, heart pounding in her ears.

"This dungeon has really done a number on us, right?" Sophie gave a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension, but Wren's knowing smile didn't falter.

She stepped up against Sophie's side, pressing her small breasts against her, and she laid one hand on Sophie's belly. "It's completely natural to turn into a slut in this dungeon, you're right."

"I wouldn't call myself a slut... Ah-" Sophie's words stuttered as Wren traced over her lower abdomen, rubbing suggestively close to her crotch. As the light fingers ran over the outside of her silk dress, Sophie's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes fluttered.

"I think 'slut' is an appropriate term," Wren said, and her smile widened. "We're all sluts to the demons in this dungeon, aren't we?"

"No, demons are our enemies- Mnghhh!" Sophie began to protest, but Wren's fingers slipped beneath the short hem of her dress, and she pushed two fingers inside her sex. Sophie's womanhood was ripe for Wren's touch, and her fingers slipped inside her with no resistance. "What are you doing?!"

Sophie let out a crying moan, but her hips bucked against Wren's hand. After pulling back from the edge of orgasm, she was helpless as the soft fingers pumped in and out of her. The feeling of them sliding through her labia, the thickness of them inside her pussy--Sophie clenched around them, and tingles of pleasure rippled out of her sex. Her mind went blank as the blissful waves washed through her hips once more.

"Just say it. You're a slut to demons," Wren said, and she sped up her fingers. Her hand gave soft slaps against Sophie's mons as she pumped her fingers in short fast strokes through her. "We were all helpless to this dungeon's temptation. There's nothing to be ashamed about."

"No- mnghhh... Demons are bad." Sophie's mind swam from the waves of satisfaction rippling out from her crotch, but years of religious fervor made her shake her head. She couldn't deny she had fallen quite far in this dungeon, but the way Wren spoke about it sounded wrong. There was something about her words that made a chill run down Sophie's back.

"We all turned into sluts in this dungeon," Wren said. "You enjoyed getting eaten out by those succubi, didn't you? You enjoyed fucking yourself with those dildos, didn't you?"

Wren stared up at Sophie, and her fingers continued to pump in and out of Sophie's sex, making 'shlicking' sounds that filled the air. The noise caused Sophie's cheeks to burn even hotter, and the fire of embarrassment spread up to the tips of her ears. Under Wren's intense gaze, her breath came in soft pants.

"Yes..." Sophie moaned, and her back arched against the tree. "Wait, no. I didn't enjoy it!"

Sophie straightened her posture, and she shook her head. Her mind felt so foggy, even answering a 'yes' or 'no' question felt impossible. The waves of pleasure interrupted her thoughts and made her swoon. If she didn't have the tree behind her, she wouldn't have been able to remain standing. Her knees felt weak, thighs trembling as Wren's fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.

"Just admit it... I saw how much you enjoyed giving into temptation. You loved every minute that succubi's tongue was between your legs, didn't you? Even now, you started masturbating when you saw me in the meadow. You're nothing more than a horny little kitten, aren't you?"

Wren added even more force to her fingering, slapping her hand against Sophie's mons with renewed vigor. Her hand grew into a blur as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, and each stroke sent waves tingling out into Sophie's hips.

"Yes..." Sophie said, and she moaned the word.

(Wait, no...) Her thoughts struggled to keep up with what her mouth had just said. She had the feeling she shouldn't be agreeing with Wren's accusations, but her fingers felt too good to deny. All of Sophie's thoughts melted away beneath the tingles of satisfaction. Everything below her waist seemed to disappear as the pleasure swelled through her.

"Good..." Wren whispered up to her. "Come for me, Sophie. Turn into an even bigger slut, just like I did."

After getting edged, Sophie was helpless before the temptation of Wren's words. She bucked against Wren's hand, back arching off the wooden bark of the tree, and her eyes fluttered. The interrupted orgasm came rushing back, and it felt even stronger from the delay.

"Mnghhhhhhh!" Sophie cried out, and she clenched down around the fingers inside her. Waves of twitching satisfaction rippled through her lower half, and she clenched her legs together.

Sophie held the embarrassing pose for what felt like minutes. With her dress riding up to her waist, and Wren's fingers buried deep inside her sex, she thrust her hips forward, basking in the waves of pleasure. Over and over, she clamped down around Wren's touch and released, unable to think through the massive waves of the orgasm. Her mind felt like soft butter as the climax of pleasure washed through her.

"That's one..." Wren said, and she began moving her fingers once more. "It'll take many orgasms to finish the conversion, but I think we'll be able to complete it in no time."

She smiled up at her, and Sophie shuddered at the sight. There was something off about Wren's words and the way she spoke was unfamiliar. It was as if she was possessed. Sophie had never seen her act like this.

(Is she really the Wren I know?) Sophie thought to herself.

The knowing smile on Wren's lips, and the confident way she began stroking her fingers in and out of her, it was as if she only cared about pushing her into another orgasm. Even with the previous one still fading away in the back of her mind, Wren began pumping her fingers in and out of Sophie's sex once more.

"Wait. What are you doing..?" Sophie grabbed her hand, trying to stop her, but Wren shook her head.

"Shhhh... It's going to be alright, Sophie. We're all going to be corrupted, together." Wren continued to stroke her fingers in and out of her sex, sending tingles of overstimulated pleasure out through Sophie's sex. "You're going to end up just like me."

(This isn't Wren.) Sophie thought to herself, and a shudder ran through her. However, she was helpless beneath Wren's assertive touch.

She felt weak after the orgasm, and the foggy afterglow made it impossible to think clearly. Despite the strange situation, Sophie felt herself getting turned on for a second time. She clenched down around Wren's fingers, and a shaky breath escaped her lips.

"This isn't right... We need to avoid coming." Sophie shook her head, and she gripped Wren's wrist in her hand. However, as her fingers tightened, the resistance disappeared.

Her hand went through Wren's arm as if there was nothing there. No matter how Sophie tried to grab Wren's wrist or push her away, it was as if she were nothing more than an illusion. Sophie's hands went right through.

"Don't worry... We're going to have fun together. All five of us." The entity wearing Wren's face smiled up at her, and the knowing smile felt sinister as Sophie stared down at it. "You're all going to end up just like me."

"What- Mnghhh!" A moan escaped Sophie's lips, and she shuddered. Despite being unable to touch her, the Wren lookalike could touch her back. Her fingers continued to pump in and out of Sophie's sex, sending fresh tingles of pleasure out of her pussy.

Sophie let out a shuddering breath, eyes rolling up in her head. The situation was unnerving, but the fog of arousal and post-orgasm haze left her mind in a daze. The pleasure of the fingers inside her was undeniable, and she sank back against the tree. Before she could even think about what to do, she felt herself rising towards a second orgasm.

(I'm sorry, Wren...) Sophie tried to cover her pussy, but the intangible fingers of the illusion pushed right through her hand. They continued to stroke in and out of her sex, driving Sophie towards an inevitable double orgasm.

-- Elsewhere --

Wren's mind felt soft. The more she humped against Sophie's thigh, the better she felt and the weaker her mind felt. Any thought of resistance or holding back disappeared as Sophie pinned her up against the wall and ground her knee between her legs.

"Good girl..." Sophie whispered down to her. "Just relax and come for me. That's it..."

The soothing words made Wren's eyes roll up in her head. Her already mushy brain felt like it was melting away, and she buried her face deeper into Sophie's welcoming bosom, basking in the soft warmth of her breasts. There was something addicting about being this close to Sophie. A sweet smell wafted out between her breasts, and Wren sniffed it, brain growing even softer as the other woman's pheromones filled her nose.

"Mnghh..." Wren gave a fresh moan, then she toppled into orgasm.

Her thighs clenched down around Sophie's leg, and she humped harder against the other woman's hip, swinging her lower half feverishly. Ripples of pleasure washed out of her pussy, and Wren's eyes fluttered. Over and over, she rubbed her sex against Sophie's thigh, letting the sparks of pleasure tingle through her lower half.

(How many has that been?) Wren thought to herself.

Brill had said they wouldn't lose from a single orgasm, but she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. The room spun around Wren as she gave herself over to the pleasurable waves. It must have been at least a dozen--over twelve orgasms worth of afterglow fogging her thoughts now.

"That's it... You're almost there," Sophie said down to her. Just like always, the tone of her voice was soft. The words felt like honey in Wren's ears, and she smiled, but a growing feeling of unease welled up inside her.

(Almost there? What am I getting close to?) She thought to herself. However, Sophie began grinding against her again, rubbing her knee between Wren's legs.

"Mnghhh..." Wren moaned, and her hips bucked reflexively. She ground back against Sophie's thigh, rubbing her sex up and down the soft leg of her friend. Up and down, she smushed her pussy against the warm thigh, and her pleasure grew between her legs, pushing her towards yet another orgasm.

Wren's skirt was long since tossed aside. It lay on the floor beside her, no longer impeding the access of her pussy to Sophie's soft leg. Just like the sweet scent wafting out between her breasts, Sophie's thigh felt addicting to grind against. Every rock of her hips against the softness felt better than the last, and Wren let out yet another moan into Sophie's bosom.

"Good girl..." Sophie whispered down to her, and Wren toppled over the edge.

A climax of pleasure swelled through her hips, and her sex clenched, twitching against Sophie's thigh. Waves of tingling satisfaction washed out of her clit and mons, causing Wren's moans to devolve into soft mewls. As the orgasm flooded her mind with endorphins, she sank deeper into Sophie's soft breasts, pushing her face into the softness and squeezing her body tight against her friends.

"That's it, Wren. Only a few more to go, then you'll be free." Sophie stroked the back of her head, petting her hair. "You'll be just like me."

"Mngh..?" Wren looked up to see a wicked smile on Sophie's lips. She wore a knowing grin, but it looked almost predatory, like a beast before a fresh slab of meat.

(That's not Sophie...) Wren thought to herself.

She wasn't sure where the thought came from, but a feeling arose from her gut. Whoever it was in front of her, they weren't Sophie. Despite looking and feeling exactly like her friend, this wasn't Sophie. Wren felt sure of it. This was an imposter.

"What am I doing..?" she asked herself, and she shook her head, pushing away the fog over her thoughts. "We shouldn't be doing this. We can't orgasm during this trial, right?"

"You can come as much as you want, Wren." Sophie shook her head, and she began shifting her hips, grinding her thigh against her sex once more. "Here, don't you want to keep going?"

"Wait- Ah..." Wren shuddered as a fresh wave of pleasure tingled out of her sex, but it felt too good. She shouldn't still be aroused after so many orgasms. It wasn't natural. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"There's no reason to hold back, Wren." Sophie shook her head, and she redoubled her speed, pushing her knee deeper between Wren's legs. "Let's have fun."

"No." Wren pushed her away, shaking her head. She wiggled out from between Sophie and the wall and took a few steps away. "I don't know what you're doing, but this isn't right. We need to take this trial seriously."

Wren glanced around herself, taking in her surroundings for a second time.

She was in a small bedroom, with an enormous bed dominating the center of the room. Sophie stood between her and the door, blocking escape, but she didn't seem to be making any move, just looking back at Wren with a smile. Between her naked form and the strange confidence in her grin, Wren had the feeling something was off about her.

(That's not Sophie.) She thought to herself a second time. She was even more certain of it this time. Whoever that was, it wasn't her friend. Sophie wouldn't abandon their trial so easily.

"Is something wrong?" The person wearing Sophie's face asked. "You looked startled, Wren."

"Who are you?" Wren asked, and her heart pounded in her chest.

"A better question is, who are you?" Sophie snapped her fingers, and a mirror appeared in her hand. She turned it towards Wren, showing her reflection inside of it.

"What...?" Wren's eyes widened at the sight of herself.

Her silver hair had partially turned brunette. On the sides of her head, her pointed ears had grown a few extra centimeters, and her eyes had turned a deep crimson. However, the strangest part was her skin. She showed signs of a tan, but Elves weren't affected by sunlight. None of her appearance made any sense.

"Only a few more orgasms, and I think your transformation will be complete." The entity who looked like Sophie smiled at her. "This is exciting, isn't it? Don't you want to know what kind of demon you're turning into? It seems like we're all gonna turn out slightly different."

"I'm turning into a demon?" Wren shook her head. She didn't understand half of what this Sophie lookalike was saying, but that much she picked up on. Her orgasms were turning her into a demon, just like the other denizens of the dungeon.

"Don't worry, it's going to be a very fun process." Sophie stepped forward, towering over her. "I think you'll enjoy these final orgasms."

"No way..." Wren took a step back, but her butt hit the bed. Before she knew it, she found herself cornered between it and the unnerving Sophie-imposter in front of her.

-- Mira's Perspective --

Mira blinked in confusion.

One moment, she stood in the midst of her other party members, and the next moment, she found herself alone. The wide-open room was replaced by a dimly lit dungeon. The walls turned into stone bricks, and a cage of iron bars descended around her.

"What is this?!" Mira called out, and she grasped the iron bars, shaking them. "Brill? Is this part of the game?!"

"That's right," Brill said, and she appeared in front of her. However, her appearance differed from what Mira remembered.

Her skin was blue, like that of a demon, and straight silver hair replaced her usual long brown curls. Her eyes, which had changed the most, were now dark and had yellow irises. The instant she saw her, a shiver ran down Mira's spine.

"What is this? What's happened to you?" She asked, eyes widening. "You've become a..."

"A demon, that's right." Brill smiled, and she stepped closer to Mira. Her body passed through the thick iron bars, as if she were made of mist, and she entered the small cell containing her. "Surprised?"

"Of course I'm surprised..." Mira took a step back, and she retreated to the corner of the cell. "Last time I checked, humans don't turn into demons."

"This place is full of surprises, isn't it?" Brill's smile widened, and she sauntered forward, following Mira into the corner. "How do I look? Isn't this body much better than the one I had before?"

"It's certainly different..." Mira's pulse quickened as she found herself backed into the corner. "Did your breasts get larger after your transformation?"

She glanced down at the voluptuous chest bulging from Brill's top. She wore a set of demonic clothes, and they left little to the imagination. Up above, she wore a leather corset that forced her breasts up, exposing plenty of cleavage, and Mira swore her chest was larger than the last time they met.

"You have a keen eye, Mira..." Brill put one hand on the wall, and she leaned over her. "I've had many upgrades since turning into a demon. That includes this as well..."

Down below, she wore nothing but a pair of thin panties and high heels. As she spoke, she reached down to her panties and pushed the front down. Mira's gaze followed the motion, despite the situation, and her eyes widened in surprise.

A bulge formed in the fabric of Brill's panties, and the tip of a penis pushed out from them. It grew in size, thickening and engorging. Before Mira could react, the girthy cock rose up between them, and it brushed against her belly.

"This has to be a joke..." Mira said, blushing down at it. She was practically naked, except for a pair of thigh-high leather boots and shoulder-length gloves. There was nothing to separate her from the thick cock as it pushed against her abdomen.

"I'm not joking, and I think you know that." Brill stepped even closer, thrusting up against Mira's abdomen, and a dribble of precum leaked out, wetting her belly. "I had to watch you four give in to temptation for so long, you know that? All the while, I had to hold back-"

"Get away," Mira pushed Brill off her and interrupted her strange speech. "Whatever happened to you, there's no excuse for turning into a demon."

"Is that so..." Brill stumbled back, but she caught herself. "Let's see how long that attitude of yours holds out, shall we?"

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but I won't give in." Mira said, furrowing her brow at her former party member.

"If you don't understand, then allow me to explain the rules again. I'll be much clearer this time." Brill turned into a mist, and she retreated outside the iron bars of the cell. "You and the other three members of our party swallowed a demon seed. Each time you orgasm, you'll grow closer to becoming a demon, like me. After a dozen orgasms, you'll reach the point of no return, and the transformation will be complete."

"No way..." A chill ran down her spine as she listened to Brill's explanation. "Then, the red bead we swallowed was-"

"It was the demon seed." Brill nodded. "I was surprised how easily you all agreed to accept it."

Mira swallowed, and she felt a pit form in her stomach. Despite criticizing Brill for becoming a demon, she had walked stupidly into the same trap. She had assumed it was just an aphrodisiac or something, but she could never have imagined it was a magic pill to turn them into demons.

(A dozen orgasms in this dungeon is nothing, too.) She thought to herself. It sounded like a high number, but with the number of times they'd gotten caught in the traps, they'd easily surpassed that and even gone above it.

"Let's see how well everyone holds out, shall we?" Brill snapped her fingers, and a large holographic screen appeared.

On it, the screen showed Allie looking around curiously. The sight of her made Mira's chest tighten, and she reached out towards it reflexively. "What are you planning to do with her?"

"Just watch and find out," Brill said, and she smirked. "You can enjoy the show, just like I was forced to."

-- Allie's Perspective --

"Mimi..?" Allie called out, and she spun around, but she found herself in a completely different location.

A blue sky spread out in all directions around her, and fluffy clouds formed a floor beneath her feet. From above, an endless swell of warmth shone down, almost like the sun, but not quite. The heat wasn't as harsh as the actual sun, and it felt almost like a soft blanket as it shone down against her skin.

She only wore a thin negligee and was otherwise naked, so the warmth of the sky-like void made Allie give a soft sigh. She relaxed into the feeling, smiling. Compared to the chilly dungeon she had come from, it felt like heaven. She didn't remember dying, nor did she want to, but if she had to choose, this is the place she would want to go in the afterlife.

Then, a soft giggle echoed behind her.

"Huh?" Allie's eyes snapped open, and she turned around. A single feather floated in the air behind her, suspended in the air horizontally.

The giggle echoed a second time, and the feather floated closer. Allie watched it approach, and it angled the soft end towards her shoulder, stroking across her skin. However, the instant it touched her skin, Allie recoiled and let out a laugh.

"Hey, that tickles," she said, giggling. She tried to swat the feather away, but it danced between her fingers and continued to flutter over her body.

The ethereal giggle echoed with each stroke, and Allie couldn't help but laugh along as it tickled around her armpits, down her back, and over her sides. No matter where she tried to cover, the dexterous feather easily slipped through her defenses to continue the tickle attack.

"Haha... Wait, this is really... Ah..." Allie panted heavily, gasping between fits of giggling laughter. The longer it continued, the more flushed her cheeks became, and it felt difficult to think through the intense feathering touch. However, even as she twisted and writhed in place, more feathers joined the first.

Another feather floated up, then another, and each one carried a separate voice. They surrounded her with a chorus of giggles, and she couldn't tell which laughs were the feathers or her own manic cackles. They continued to appear from the void until half a dozen of the pure white feathers danced over her body, tickling her from all directions.

The magic feathers attacked each of her sensitive points, from her armpits to her belly and even the back of her calves. She panted for breath, giggling uncontrollably and twisting away from their touch, but the longer the feathers continued, the more sensual they felt.

"Ah... Ha... Mnh.... Ah..." Allie's laughter slowed down, and the uncontrollable blush in her cheeks grew to a deep flush. "Ah...."

Her last giggle escaped with a sigh, and a shiver ran down her back. The dance of feathers grew more targeted. Two traced over her breasts, fluttering against her chest from outside her negligee. Another two feathers stroked against the inside of her thighs, and yet another touched dangerously close to her mons. It fluttered below her belly button, dancing just above her mound and suggestively stroking down her belly, angling at her sex.

"What are you doing... Mnghh..." Allie let out a moan, and her words trailed off as her mind focused on the path of the feathers.

Her nipples stood stiff beneath her sheer negligee, and the flutter of the feathers sent her mind spinning. They were in the middle of a 'game' to determine their freedom, but the instant the soft tingles of pleasure raced through her chest, any thought of restraint slipped out of her mind. She began moaning and arching her back, pressing her chest out towards the magic feathers.

"Hehehe..." The giggle of the phantom voices echoed all around Allie, as if delighted by her response.

The feather at her abdomen, which Allie's mind paid the most attention to, began trailing lower and lower. It tickled at the top of her slit, brushing over the area directly above her clit, but it didn't stop there. It continued down, growing wet on her glistening lips and stroking the full length of her mons.

Up and down, it traced over her slit relentlessly, and her moans grew more intense. She let her eyes fall into a half-lidded lull and bucked out her hips, humping against the light touch of the feathers. It felt so ethereal, yet their touch left her hungry for more. Before she could even think to distrust the mischievous floating feathers, she had already given in to them.

"Please, go harder..." Allie whispered under her breath, and she pulled off her negligee, tossing it aside. "I can't stand this teasing..."

Where before she had tried to protect herself from the tickling and hidden her armpits, she now raised her arms, putting her hands above her head. She gave the mischievous feathers more access to her body, and they rewarded her greatly.

The ones at her chest took turns between fluttering over her nipples and gently caressing the underside of her petite chest. The ones down near her thighs drew closer to her dripping sex, and they fluttered over the crooks of her legs, stroking at the edge of her mons. However, the one that sent her mind spinning the most was the feather at her slit.

The wet feather dragged up and down, sliding in between her lips. The touch was so soft; it sent a shiver down her spine. It might as well have been the air itself licking against her sex, but Allie didn't care. It felt good. Every soft stroke between her lips felt better than the last. The feather couldn't reach far, but it was enough to send tingles of pleasure twitching out through her mons.

Her pussy had never felt so deliciously tempted, and her mind felt as soft as cotton candy. With the dull warmth of the shining sun blanketing her body and the ultralight feathers stroking her breasts and pussy, a hazy smile rose to Allie's lips.

"This must be heaven," she said under her breath, and she let her eyes drift closed.

-- Mira's Perspective --

"Heaven can kiss my ass!" Mira shouted out, cheeks flushed.

As she watched Allie give in to the touch of the feathers, her heart pounded in her ears, and she struggled to stand still. Without thinking, she began rubbing her thighs together, and her arousal dripped down onto her leather thigh-high boots.

"You share sensations with Allie, don't you?" Brill asked from the other side of the bars. "It must be hard to have your partner giving in to temptation so easily, isn't it?"

"It's not Allie's fault this dungeon is so lewd," Mira said breathlessly, but the sight of the feathers tracing over Allie's body made her heart pound in her ears.

Through the 'sensation sharing' Brill mentioned, Mira felt Allie's body as her own. To her, it felt as if the feathers were teasing between her own lips, circling around her own nipples, and sending their frustrating light touches across her body. She was forced to endure the mischievous feathers as they stoked her and Allie's arousal higher and higher.

Before she knew it, her need ran freely down her thighs, and her nipples stiffened against the chilly air, tingling beneath the flick of the soft, feathery touches. Mira tried to keep her expression neutral, but her knees trembled, and any semblance of resolute confidence melted from her face.

She let out a shaky sigh and ground her thighs together restlessly. Despite her best efforts to resist, the teasing touch made her mind spin. Allie's body was far more sensitive than her own, and the wet feather stroking between her outer lips sent tingles of pleasure twitching through her pussy.

(This isn't fair...) Mira thought to herself, and a mewl escaped her lips.

She had to lean against the brick wall of her jail cell, barely able to stand the tantalizing touch over her most sensitive parts. The way the feathers traced over her breasts and mons was downright demonic. They were just strong enough to stoke her desires into a restless, smoldering fire, but it wasn't enough to give her any release. The embers of lust continued to grow hot between her legs, rising in an endless crest of needy arousal.

(Concentrate... I have to concentrate...) Mira placed one hand on her belly, and she took a deep breath, but the fire burned through her cheeks too, warming her face. Her pussy continued to twitch restlessly as the phantom feathers assailed her senses, and she struggled to keep her thoughts clear.

Her instincts urged her to bury one hand between her legs and release the pent-up need. If she rubbed her clit and stuffed her fingers into herself, she might have been able to release the pent-up urges, but Mira shook her head. That would be giving in to Brill's game, and she couldn't do that. All she could do was rub the spot over the smoldering flame in her belly.

"Don't forget to keep watching," Brill called out, and she pointed at the screen. "Allie's just getting warmed up, you know?"

"No way..." Mira glanced up to see Allie with her legs spread. She put two fingers between her legs and pushed open her outer lips, exposing her sensitive clit and opening.

Mira could only watch as more feathers appeared. A fresh one lowered itself down onto Allie's clit, stroking around the sensitive button. The other feather traced over her opening, rubbing its soft, wet bristles in circles around it.

"Mnghh..." Mira moaned, covering her sex, but it was futile. She was forced to feel everything Allie's body did, and tingles of pleasure raced out of her clit. It felt like her own lips were spread, and the tantalizing feathers were teasing at her own opening.

"How is it? Being forced to watch your party members indulge while you try to resist?" Brill smiled at Mira, stroking her cock. "Isn't this fun?"

Mira couldn't respond. The urges built higher and higher in her body as the feathers teased around her opening, and her hips bucked uncontrollably. Especially at her clit, where the new feather had begun teasing against the sensitive button. It left her mind spinning, and her legs threatened to give out beneath her.

"Mnhh..." She reached out towards the screen. However, just when she felt like giving up, she remembered something.

(That's right, Allie should be able to feel everything I feel.) Their sensation sharing wasn't just a one-way street. If she could communicate some message to her through her own body's sensations, she might be able to tell her to fight back.

Mira didn't know what to do, but she knew she needed to do something. "Allie, you need to get your mind in the game!"

She shouted out, and, with a grimace, she brought her hand down, slapping her crotch. The sound of her palm meeting her pussy reverberated through the room, and a sharp stinging pain echoed through her sex, but her message was clear.

(Stop giving in so easily!) Mira thought to herself.

-- Allie's Perspective --

"Ah!" Allie's eyes shot open as a stinging pain rippled out between her legs.

"Stop giving in so easily!" Mira's voice echoed in her mind.

As the slap fully registered, Allie winced, and she bent over, covering her crotch. However, no matter how much she rubbed her sex, it didn't fix the throbbing from the slap. The worst part, though, was her hand. She felt Mira's palm stinging, indicating the one who had slapped her was herself.

(Did Mimi spank her own crotch?) Allie thought to herself in confusion, but then she remembered Mira's words. Even if she couldn't hear her, she sensed Mimi's thoughts.

"F-Fine, I get the message." Allie waved at the feathers, pushing them away from her body. However, the instant she did, a voice called out to her.

"Do you not like my feathers, Allie?"

She spun around to find an angel behind her. They had white, feathery wings, a golden halo, and a radiant smile. Their features, though, looked oddly familiar. Allie stared at the angel and blinked in surprise, struggling to process what she was seeing.

"You are... me?" She asked.

The angel had her face, her short bob haircut, small breasts, and even the same height as her. The only difference was the wings on her back and the glowing halo above her head.

"That's right, I'm you," the angel said. She stepped up to Allie and took her hands, squeezing them in hers. With a pleading look, she stared into Allie's eyes, rubbing the back of her hands softly. "Do you not enjoy my feathers? I really thought you'd like them..."

"Uhm, yes. I enjoy them, but- Ah..." Allie began to respond to the angel-like clone of herself, but then the feathers reappeared. While the angel held her hands, a soft feather stroked down to the small of her back, massaging circles into the sensitive spot.

"So you do enjoy them, then. That's all you need to worry about," the angel said, giving her a smile.

Despite the stinging pain in her crotch, the angelic smile on her clone's face made Allie's heart skip. A strange flutter ran through her belly, and she reflexively tightened her legs. There was something sinister in that smile, yet undeniably alluring.

"I like the feathers, but I think I should go..." Allie said, and she tried to pull away her hands from the angel's grasp, but her doppelgänger held her hands fast.

"What's the rush, Allie..." The angelic smile continued to shine down on her, and it was just as warm as the soft rays of the sun bathing her in the comforting blanket of heat.

"Oh, uhm..." Allie's eyes fell into a half-lidded lull as she basked in the smile's warmth. Despite being the same height, she felt small as the confident gaze of the angel stared at her. It felt so much easier to agree, and the angel looked like she knew what she was saying...

More feathers joined the first, and they resumed their gentle stroke at her sex and fluttered over her nipples. As the soft warmth of the sun enveloped her, the tingle of pleasure continued to tickle her nipples and slit, making a soft smile rise to her lips.

"I really need to get going..." Allie said, and she tried to wiggle her hands out from the angel's grasp, but her attempt was even weaker than the first. She could do little more than rub her thighs together as the invasive feathers teased her most sensitive parts.

"There's no need to rush," the angel said, and she gave a squeeze on her hands, reaffirming their place in her grasp. "Why not enjoy my feathers a little longer? I have even more tricks to show you, Allie..."

"Mnghh... That sounds nice," Allie said under her breath. The warmth bathing her body felt so good, and the stronger the angel squeezed her hands, the hotter she felt. A deep flush filled her cheeks, and she practically melted as the angel gave her hands a squeeze. Even the intense desire burning between her legs felt oddly comfortable--like she could bask in the feeling for an eternity without growing tired.

"That's right," the angel said in a soft voice.

"Ah-!" Allie's eyes shot open as another slap landed against her crotch, then another landed after that. "No, I'm pretty sure I need to get going."

She felt Mira's palm stinging from slapping her own crotch, and it made Allie's heart pound for an additional reason. The pain made her pussy throb, and she let out a shuddering breath, struggling to think about what she needed to do. The reminder from Mimi took precedence, and she really ought to fight back against the angel more... Yet the soft tickle of the feathers against her sex and nipples felt so good her mind went blank. Despite the throbbing between her legs, a shiver of anticipation ran through her.

With the feathers tickling her lower back and teasing against her inner thighs--they made her mind melt into a syrupy sludge. Even with the light throbbing in her sex, each of her secondary erogenous zones was still getting targeted by the soft, feathery touches. Her breathing grew into deep, heavy pants as the teasing touches continued to tickle her body.

(Wait, what was I doing?) Allie thought to herself. (Oh, that's right, I was trying to escape.)

She gave a weak pull at the angel's hands, but it was the weakest of all her attempts to escape her clone's grasp. Her body felt so warm in the sun, and the feathers felt so good. It made any thought of resistance melt from her mind.

"Ah-!" A fresh slap landed against her sex, and Allie's eyes shot open. "Uhm, yes! I really need to get going."

"But you haven't told me why," the angel whispered. She gave yet another squeeze on Allie's hands, and she rubbed her thumbs over the back of her hands. "At least tell me what's got you in such a rush, will you?"

"Ahhh..." Allie let out a half moan, half sigh, shuddering as the mischievous feathers continued to tease her. Every moment she delayed in escaping was only making it more difficult to think, yet the angel seemed to have a point. She ought to at least explain herself...

"You look so conflicted, Allie. But you can take your time answering me, you know?" The angel gave her another soft smile, and the heat in Allie's cheeks grew even worse.

"No, I think I should say it before..." Allie looked around, half expecting another slap on her crotch. Since there wasn't one, she decided to continue. "Mimi is getting really distracted by these feathers, and she doesn't want me to let them continue."

(There, I said it.) Allie thought to herself. (Now I can think about escaping.)

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Mimi, though, do you?" The angel's smile widened, giving a soft nod down to her. "You can keep playing with my feathers, Allie."

"I can?" Allie shook her head. That didn't sound right, but the continuing tease of the feathers against her sex felt so good. The throbbing in her sex only seemed to accentuate their touch, and she almost wanted to believe the angel's words.

"That's right," the angel said. "Your pleasure is Mimi's pleasure. That means as good as you feel right now, Mimi is also feeling that good."

"Mnnn..." Allie moaned, bucking against a feather. "That does make sense... Ah!"

Just when she began to give in, yet another slap echoed against her stinging sex. Allie's heart skipped at the feeling, and her eyes shot open, but it had become part of the pleasure now. The pain mixed with the endless tease of the feathers, and it made her even more aroused.

"That's right, so you don't have to worry about anything," the angel said down to her. "Just focus on sending all those good feelings over to Mimi. She'll enjoy them just as much as you... I promise."

"Mnngh..." Allie nodded, and she smiled hazily. Even as another slap landed against her pussy, it only made her moan louder. Without thinking, she spread her legs, welcoming in the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. "That sounds good. I'll give Mimi all these pleasant feelings."

-- Mira's Perspective --

"Dammit..." she said to herself, blushing.

Despite her best efforts to wake Allie up from her aroused stupor, it almost seemed to backfire. She felt Allie's mind enjoying the pain and growing more aroused at her pussy slaps. Then, she felt herself growing aroused at Allie's arousal, which made her more focused on the smarting throb in her sex, but then that made Allie's arousal stronger from the pain, and it ended up in a negative feedback loop.

Even after slapping her crotch half a dozen times, she had only grown more aroused than when she began. Mira cradled her crotch, breathing heavily and staring at the screen with bright red cheeks.

"I'm delighted by your attempts to resist, truly." Brill smiled at her from outside the iron bars. "However, it seems to have ended in failure, hasn't it? You're even wetter than before."

"Who is that angel, anyway?" Mira asked, trying to change the subject away from her now mess of a pussy. "Is that another demon?"

"No, that is only an illusion," Brill said. "I helped start the illusion, but it was created from Allie's mind. It's like a guided dream for Allie."

"Allie's having a wet dream of herself?" Mira raised an eyebrow at Brill. She couldn't imagine Allie being that narcissistic.

"No, this was actually her nine hundred seventy-fourth option to choose from." Brill snapped her fingers, and she teleported behind Mira. "Do you know what the nine hundred seventy-three options that came before it were?"

"What are you-" Mira tensed up, but chains grabbed her arms, and she found herself unable to move.

"All nine hundred seventy-three options before this were of you," Brill said in her ear. "Allie couldn't help dreaming of you. All she can think about is you."

"Mnh..." Mira let out a soft sigh as the feathers continued to tease her erogenous zones, and she glanced up at the screen. "Allie wanted to dream about me..?"

"That's right," Brill whispered in her ear. "However, I couldn't let that happen. My illusions can't mimic your shared sensations. It would have been immediately obvious it was an imposter."

"Allie is smarter than you give her credit for," Mira said slowly. "She won't give in so easily."

"We'll see about that," Brill said, and she reappeared outside the cell.

In an instant, the chains disappeared, and Mira found herself free to move around once more. However, something strange was left behind. Around her neck hung a silver chain pendant. The necklace glowed a soft red, and her eyes widened at the sight.

"What is this?" Mira asked, glancing up at Brill.

"That's a cursed necklace, of course." Brill said. "But I guess you're wondering about what it does, aren't you? Well, let's just say... it will speed up our game. Instead of a dozen orgasms, your and Allie's corruption will take only three climaxes."

"Just three..?" Mira's eyes widened in surprise. A dozen sounded hard enough. In this dungeon, three was nothing. She'd come three times just humping Allie on their rest breaks. With Allie's high libido, that was a dangerous low bar to meet.

Mira tried to take off the necklaces, but it felt unusually heavy. The higher she raised it off her chest, the more difficult it felt to remove until it fell back down with a soft plop between her breasts. Whatever curse the red-gemmed pendant had, it was powerful.

"Even so, we won't lose," Mira said. She focused her breathing and tried to calm the racing pulse in her ears. "Whether it requires a dozen orgasms or just three, we won't give in to this game."

"I wonder about that." Brill raised one hand, and she snapped her fingers. "Let's see the true strength of your will, Mira."

At the snap of her fingers, three figures appeared in the cell. They were illusions, and Mira knew it instinctually, but she couldn't help gasping in surprise. The illusionary clones had mimicked Allie's body.

Each of them was the same height, wearing a sheer negligee with a fluffy trim, and they each carried a mischievous smile. Despite them being illusions, the sight of Allie's crafty grin made Mira's heart skip, and she took a hesitant step back.

"What's this supposed to be?" she asked, glancing between the Allie copies. "I won't get flustered just because you're using Allie's face."

"Flustered?" Brill raised an eyebrow at her, smiling. "That wasn't my intent, but your cheeks are bright red, Mira. You are staring at them rather intensely, aren't you?"

A deep flushing warmth filled Mira's face as Brill pointed out her blushing. However, she couldn't bring herself to look away from the clones of Allie. With their scantily clad bodies in front of her, it made her heart race. One half-naked Allie was distracting enough, and three of them made it difficult to look at anything else.

"These are just illusions," Mira said to herself, but the three clones of Allie stepped towards her. Each of them carried a smug, knowing grin, and the hem of their negligees fluttered with their movement, flashing sights of Allie's tight slit that lay beneath.

"What's wrong, Mimi?" A clone stepped up beside her and grabbed her arm, squeezing it against her chest. "Your face is all red."

"You're dripping, Mimi." Another clone giggled from beside her, and she took Mira's other arm into her grasp, squeezing it against her chest. "Are you that aroused by us?"

"No, you're just illusions..." Mira said breathlessly. Her heart pounded even harder as she felt their bodies press against her sides, and despite how tenderly they squeezed her arms, she couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped--trapped between their soft bodies.

"Shh... Even as illusions, we can have fun, you know?" The third clone stepped up in front of Mira, and she laid a hand on her abdomen, tracing over the flaming warmth burning in her belly. "Haven't you ever fantasized about Allie before? Just think of this as something like that..."

"Mnghh..." Mira's eyes fluttered as Allie's delicate fingers traced over her navel. The clone's words made her heart race, yet she knew this was wrong. "If I give in, we'll never escape this dungeon..."

"That's fine, isn't it?" The third clone wrapped her arms around Mira's neck, and she stood on her tippy toes to put a kiss right on her lips. "This fantasy will never have to end..."

"Mnnh..." Mira let out a soft moan as the clone's lips met hers. She knew this wasn't the real Allie, and she couldn't feel any of the senses of her body, yet the smoldering arousal between her legs grew hotter as the third clone squeezed in tight in front of her.

(This is really like a fantasy...) Mira thought to herself. The three scantily clad copies of Allie made her heart pound in her ears. Their soft bodies squished against her from all sides, and their mischievous giggles made butterflies do somersaults in her belly.

She knew it was wrong to give in. She might as well have been cheating on Allie, but it wasn't fair. The clones of her looked so similar, and there were so many. It really felt like a fantasy...

"Mnghh..." Mira let out a moan, shuddering.

The insistent feathers had continued to tease her nipples and sex, stroking every erogenous zone of her body. Even as she desperately tried to resist the clones of Allie, the real Allie was experiencing temptation even stronger, and it further fanned the flames of need simmering in Mira's belly. She could hardly think as the feathers stroked against her slit, and the soft, inviting embrace of the Allie clones made it even more difficult to concentrate.

"Just let us have fun," the clone to her right said, and she planted a kiss on Mira's shoulder.

"That's right, we just want to have fun with you, Mimi..." The clone on the other side trailed her lips down her chest and kissed against the top of her breasts. "Is that so bad?"

"We can't..." Mira shook her head. Her eyes had fallen into a half-lidded slump, and the teasing kisses made her mind spin, but she did her best to resist.

Even as the clones kissed her breasts, even as they suckled softly on her nipples, even as the third clone ran two fingers down over her mons--stroking either side of her slit--Mira did her best to resist. The temptation building around her made her mind feel as soft as cotton candy, and she could barely string together a coherent thought, but she had to resist, didn't she?

"Why don't I help you?" the third clone asked, and her mischievous smile widened into a full grin. "This is how you helped Allie concentrate, right? Why don't I do the same for you?"

The third clone stepped to the side, and she raised one hand up in the air. Mira stared at the hand, mind struggling to process what the motion was for. Only at the last second did she comprehend the meaning of 'do the same for you', and it was too late by then.

The clone's hand came down in a sharp 'slap' against her mons.

"Mnghhhh!" Mira's head lurched back, and she shuddered, bucking against the stinging pain. However, even as her clit and mound throbbed from the smarting slap, a tingle of pleasure rippled out from between her legs.

(Why did that feel good?!) Mira's brain short-circuited as the throbbing pain turned into a wave of pleasure tingling through her hips.

"What a cute look on your face, Mimi..." the third clone smiled at her, and she stroked the smarting skin, using two fingers to massage the throbbing area. "Is it possible you're actually a masochist?"

"I'm not!" Mira shook her head, but she couldn't help but shudder as Allie's delicate fingers rubbed against her mons.

Her drooling arousal wet her fingers, and it made a mess of the spot between her legs, but the clone continued to rub the area. Over and over, she stroked against her throbbing sex until both her mons and the clone's hand were glimmering in the dim dungeon light.

"Only a masochist would get off from slapping themselves in the cunt," the clone whispered, and she pushed two fingers inside her. "Is that what you are? Someone who gets turned on by pain?"

"No..." Mira let out a soft mewl, but her words sounded like a lie even to her own ears. She couldn't deny she'd gotten more aroused while trying to awaken Allie, but it was because of the feathers, wasn't it?

A shudder ran through her body, and she moaned. As her mind struggled to process the shame and humiliation she felt, the clone of Allie pumped her fingers in and out of her sex. At the same time, the clone to her right slid one hand down to her clit, rubbing the sensitive point. Their advances continued to stoke her arousal higher even as Mira's brain struggled to keep up with it all.

"Mmmh..." She bucked against their fingers and let out a soft sigh through her nose. She hadn't been able to think clearly with the feathers teasing her, and with the fresh waves of pleasure swelling through her hips, it became even more difficult.

The steady pump of the third clone's fingers inside her pussy made her hips melt around them, and the insistent rubbing of her clit made her mind spin out of control. Mira threw back her head, basking in the humiliating pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the satisfaction coming from her sex.

"I think Mimi's ready for another slap," the clone to her left said.

"No, really, I'm not a masochist..." Mira said under her breath, shuddering. "I'm not someone who gets off on pain."

"I wonder about that..." The third clone narrowed her eyes at her, and she smirked. "Let's put that to the test, then."

She removed her fingers, and the clone to her right also pulled away. In an instant, the pleasurable waves faded, and Mira's eyes fluttered at the sudden cessation of stimulation. However, even as she tensed up, expecting the slap from the clones, it never came.

"Huh?" Mira opened her eyes, glancing between the three clones. "What's going on?"

"You said it yourself. You don't want another one..." the clone to her right said.

"We won't force you, Mimi..." the third clone said and grinned at her.

"But I wonder how long you can hold out..." the clone to her left said, and she whispered the words breathily into her ear.

(Oh...) Mira thought to herself, and she realized what game they were playing.

With the sudden cessation of their touches, her sex twitched with desire. She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, breathing heavily from the echoes of their teasing. When they stopped, she had been approaching orgasm, and all the more because of that, a restless urge built between her legs. The frustration of returning from the edge redoubled her desperate arousal, and she let out a shuddering breath.

"I won't give in to your games..." Mira said under her breath.

"Oh, really?" The clone to her right squeezed even tighter against her side, and she laid a kiss on the side of her neck.

"We'll see about that..." The clone to her left leaned up and planted a kiss on the other side of her neck. Together, they teased her with soft kisses and squeezed their bodies against her from both sides, but the most distracting was the third clone.

The one in front of her smiled up at Mira, meeting her gaze with a knowing look. She used two fingers in a 'V' shape and rubbed on either side of her slit, giving a teasing touch over her mons. It was strong enough to send tingles of pleasure out through her hips, but not enough to do more than that.

"I won't give in..." Mira said, a little quieter this time, and she shuddered.

The feathers continued to tease her from every angle. Even without the clones suckling on her nipples, the feathers danced over the peaks of her breasts and circled around her areola. They replaced the satisfying tongues of the clones with touches light enough to make her go mad.

Especially between her legs. The wet feather traced up and down over her slit continuously. She would have laughed from the tickling touch normally, but to her arousal-soaked mind, it was nothing short of hell. Every stroke of the soft feather over her outer lips made her thoughts melt away into a soft, blank, needy fog.

"I won't..." Mira said, but it came out as little more than a whisper. Instead, she moaned and let out a shuddering sigh, hips bucking against the touch of the clones and feathers.

"All you have to do is ask," the third Allie copy said. "We won't make you beg. Just say it once, and we'll give it to you. This is your fantasy, after all."

"Mnghh..." Mira let out a whine, hips twitching as the two fingers rubbed on either side of her slit.

She needed it. More than anything she'd ever felt in her life, she needed it. The pleasure, even the throbbing pain that came with it. Her mind craved the fingers to return between her legs, even if it meant giving up a piece of her humanity. She needed the slap and the orgasm that would come with it.

"So, what will it be?" the third clone asked, and the two on her side pulled back their kisses, looking at Mira expectantly.

"Please..." she said in a soft sigh, eyes half-lidded from the unending arousal. Even without them kissing her neck, she felt feathers take their place, massaging her erogenous zones with light, tickling touches.

"Please, what?" The third clone raised an eyebrow, and the two clones giggled from either side of her.

"You said you wouldn't make me beg..." Mira whispered under her breath, and she blushed as they laughed at her.

"We will make any fantasy of yours come to life," the third clone said. "But you have to speak it. How else will we know what you want?"

Mira stared at the clone's mischievous smile, and her heart did a somersault in her chest. The burning embarrassment in her cheeks was bad enough, but to see Allie's features smiling at her with such a knowing look made a storm of butterflies rush through her.

"Please..." Mira whispered under her breath. "Please, spank this messy pussy of mine and let me come!"

Her words were shameful. She could have never imagined herself saying such a thing only a few hours earlier, but after so much teasing, her mind felt like it was on the brink of madness. If she didn't get release soon, she'd surely go crazy.

"Are you sure you want us to slap your pussy? Isn't that going to hurt?" The third clone laughed, shaking her head. "I thought you weren't a masochist?"

"Mnhh..." Mira shook her head, ears burning from the shame of her request, but she couldn't accept their belittling lying down. "You said I had to get spanked again to come! This isn't my fault."

After all, it was the clones who suggested she get another slap. It was the clones who stopped fingering her when she refused it. They wouldn't let her come unless she begged for it, would they?

"No, we would have let you come normally if you'd just asked," the third clone said with a snicker. "But if you're sure this is what you want, then so be it. We won't make you ask twice."

"Huh... Wait- Ahhh..." Mira's back arched as the third clone landed a fresh slap against her pussy.

It was no harder than when she did it to herself, yet her mind felt it distinctly. Pain and pleasure tingled out of her crotch, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Even as her confusion and embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her, the raw waves of satisfaction rolled out through her hips.

"Mnghhh..." She moaned and let out a shuddering breath. (Why does that feel so good!?)

She never got her answer. Before she could think, the third clone stuffed her fingers back inside her pussy, and she used her free hand to stroke her clit. In quick motions, she stroked in and out while massaging circles into her sensitive button.

Instantly, waves of pleasure rippled out through her hips, and Mira's moans grew twice as loud as before. She bucked and writhed against the fingers at her sex, flinching as the pleasure mixed with the smarting pain, but it only seemed to enhance the pleasure to new heights.

"So cute..." the clone to her right whispered in her ear.

"Mimi is adorable..." the clone to her left whispered.

The two at her sides began pinching and groping her nipples. At the same time, they kissed the side of her neck and breathed their hot breath down the back of her neck. Combined with the fingers in her sex, it sent her mind spinning, and she melted into the touches.

"Mgnnn... Ah..." Mira let out the tension from her body, and she relaxed into the waves of bliss washing through her hips.

(I'm sorry, everyone...) She thought to herself. (In the end, I wasn't strong enough to resist.)

With one final blush of shame, she clenched down around the fingers in her sex. Twitching waves of orgasmic energy rushed through her lower half, and she cried out. After what felt like hours of teasing, her orgasm was far stronger than anything she'd felt before, and her vision went white, blotting out the surrounding world.

She didn't know how long the orgasm lasted, but with the fingers continuing to rub her clit, it felt like it lasted an eternity. The slow throb of her pussy and clit magnified each sensation, and the third clone drove her mad from overstimulation. Even as she grew oversensitive, the clone continued to rub her clit until soft mewls of desperation escaped her lips.

"That's number one..." Brill said, and she snapped her fingers.

The clones around Mira disappeared, and she fell to her knees, panting heavily. (That's one?)

As she knelt on the stone floor, she slowly came to realize the meaning of Brill's words. That was her first strike of three. By giving in to temptation, she'd given away part of her humanity, and she felt a strange energy swirling inside her.

"Oh..." Mira said under her breath. "Oh, no."

A small leathery tail peeked out from behind her, and two miniature horns rose out of her hair. Even from the singular orgasm, her transformation had already begun. She'd started to become a demon.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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