Evelyn’s Dark Labyrinth Task.

In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The

maze at the Manor had been bright and green, with nice right angles and

a geometric design that was pleasing to the eye. This was dark, grey,

and anything but pleasant.

"Scary, isn't it?"

Instinctively

dropping into a crouch and raising her staff defensively, Evelyn looked

around for the speaker. It had sounded close and came from her right,

over by the dead tree. She noticed that there was a grey bird with a

reddish-brown head and white throat looking at her calmly. She thought

it looked like a small hawk.

"Did you say that?" she asked the bird skeptically.

"I did," the bird gave a little nod.

"A talking hawk," Evelyn chuckled. "I shouldn't be surprised, I guess."

"Excuse me, miss, I am not a hawk," the bird stretched its wings and puffed out its chest a bit. "I am a red-necked falcon."

Lowering her staff, Evelyn smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Ornithology is not really my specialty."

"I forgive you," the bird said.

Evelyn decided she should just roll with the situation and said, "You were saying something about the maze?"

"Yes," the falcon nodded a bit. "It's rather scary, isn't it?"

"Is it actually dangerous, though?"

"Naw, I fly over it all the time."

"I'm afraid I don't have that option."

"Oh, well, yes, I suppose you don't," the falcon said. "Does that mean you are actually going to go into it."

Evelyn frowned, then said, "Well, is that the Dark Labyrinth?"

"I believe so. I have heard it called that, anyway."

"Then I have to go into it. I need to reach the center of it."

"Whatever for?"

"It's my quest," Evelyn smirked, mostly just to herself.

"Oh, well, I guess that makes sense, then. Annoying things, quests."

"You're not wrong," she smiled.

Just then a loud voice called out from above them, "Horace! What are you doing down there?"

Looking up, Evelyn saw another falcon circling them in the grey sky.

"I'm just being friendly," the falcon in the tree, who Evelyn now supposed must be named Horace, called back.

"Leave that poor girl alone," the falcon in the air called down.

"We're

just talking, honey," Horace shouted. Then, addressing Evelyn in a

normal, quieter voice, he said, "Sorry about that. The missus gets a bit

jealous sometimes."

Evelyn smiled and said, "That's alright, I should be on my way anyway."

"Be careful," Horace nodded.

"I'll do my best. Any advice?"

"Don't

get distracted," he said. "There are things in there that will try to

trap you, or at least get you very lost." Then, as he flapped into the

air, he added, "Oh, and don't let the Beast catch you!"

"What? The 'Beast'?!" Evelyn called after him, but he was already too far away to hear, or at least to reply.

With

a serious scowl and her staff at the ready, Evelyn started down into

the labyrinth, entering it near the closest end of the valley, but quite

high up the slope.

For

the rest of that first day, Evelyn worked her way through the maze

slowly and carefully. She decided it would be a good idea to follow the

left wall, just to help keep track of where she'd been. She wished she'd

managed to bring along some chalk.

Before

it started to get too dark, she found a section of wall that had

collapsed, forming a little cave she managed to crawl into without

scraping herself up too badly. She felt far from secure, but she thought

it was the best shelter she was likely to find before night fell.

Stumbling around that maze in the dark seemed a sure recipe for

disaster. Before she was able to drift off into a restless sleep, she

gave herself a quiet orgasm, clutching her staff to her as she shuddered

in the rubble.

Early

the next day, Evelyn found some blueberries growing down the side of a

wall and drank the water that gathered on the leaves from the misty air.

She was starting to think it could take a very long time for her to

reach the center of this damned thing. She was trying to use the trick

Don had taught her to use in navigating the Manor, but she couldn't tell

if it was helping at all.

Toward

midday, when she was thinking about taking a break anyway, Evelyn came

to the first opening in the labyrinth. Like the rest of the maze, this

clearing was in a state of serious disrepair, but there was an apple

tree surviving and bearing fruit in the corner, and a large pool taking

up most of the center of the space. Jumping up and swinging her staff,

Evelyn was able to knock down a couple of apples. Biting into one, she

found it surprisingly tart for Erosian fruit, but it was still

delicious.

As

she ate her lunch, Evelyn strolled over to the pool of water. It looked

too still to be safe to drink, but she might be able to use it to clean

up a bit. Looking at her reflection, she saw that she was indeed quite

disheveled and dirty. She tossed the core of her apple off to the side,

dropped to her knees and set her staff down next to her as she cupped

her hands to splash some water on her face. After a bit of rubbing and

splashing, and running her fingers through her hair, she waited for the

water to calm to see if she was actually helping her situation.

Looking

down to her reflection, she was surprised to see another face looking

up at her. Bright emerald eyes regarded her from beneath the water, and

then as she scrambled backward a pale woman with blonde hair broke the

surface and said, "Well, hello there." She had a vaguely Scandinavian

accent and a sweet, sexy smile.

"Ah, hello," Evelyn responded.

"Sorry if I startled you," the girl in the water said. "You're just so pretty, I had to come say 'hi.'"

Not knowing what else to say, Evelyn smiled and said, "Well, thank you."

"I'm

Trielle," the woman said as she extended her hand, leaning on the bank

of the pool, her porcelain breasts brushing the grass.

"Uh, Sage," Evelyn said as she shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Trielle."

Trielle

continued to hold Evelyn's hand, her clasp becoming a caress, and

purred, "It's been a long time since we've had a visitor here. I'd love a

chance to get to know you better."

The

smile on Trielle's lips and the glimmer in her eyes as she said this

left very little doubt as to what sort of getting-to-know she had in

mind.

Evelyn swallowed, and said, "Well, that certainly does sound nice."

Trielle's

green eyes were certainly inviting, and Evelyn found herself moving

closer, until she was leaning down to kiss the girl's cool, moist lips.

Trielle's slender fingers moved up to gently brush the sides of Evelyn's

face and then held her there lightly as her tongue slipped into

Evelyn's mouth. The feeling of the girl's tongue on hers as well as the

soft pressure of their lips together was intoxicating, and Evelyn felt

herself leaning forward to indulge herself more deeply in the kiss.

Suddenly

remembering herself, Evelyn pulled back, regaining her balance on the

grass. Trielle smiled back at her. If she was offended by the abrupt

withdrawal there was no indication.

"You're a good kisser," the woman smiled, "and you taste so good."

Evelyn found herself blushing a little and said, "Thank you, so do you."

"Would you let me taste you down there?" Trielle asked with a wink.

"Down there?" Evelyn found herself suddenly a bit confused.

"Uh-hum," Trielle nodded, biting her lower lip a bit. "You can just sit here on the edge."

Evelyn caught on and said, "Oh! Well, I guess it would be rude of me to say 'no.'"

"It

certainly would," nodded Trielle emphatically. Then she pushed back

from the shore to let Evelyn rearrange herself so that she was sitting

on the edge of the pool with her legs in the water.

Smiling up at Evelyn, Trielle moved smoothly through the water between Evelyn's legs.

Evelyn

shuddered a little in anticipation as Trielle's cool, light fingers

moved up her legs. Then she sighed when Trielle's lips brushed over her

labia, which were already quite moist and very ready for some affection.

Soon, Evelyn was leaning back on one arm while she held Trielle's

blonde head in place while the girl in the pool licked and sucked at

Evelyn's clit. It didn't take long before Evelyn's orgasm wracked her

body with intense, fiery delight, muscles clenching and heart pounding.

Slowing

her ministrations until Evelyn could regain her breath, Trielle kept

her mouth on Evelyn's sex, and then, when Evelyn was ready for more, she

began to tongue her clit again, slowly but firmly. Even quicker than

the first time, Evelyn's body responded to the woman's cunnilingual

skills. Crying out and arching her back there on the bank of the pool,

Evelyn came and came, shuddering intensely until she collapsed, spent.

As

Evelyn lay on her back, looking up at the leaden clouds, heart pounding

in her chest, she said, "Thank you! I really needed that."

"It was my pleasure, Sage," the woman in the water said.

"Can you come up here so I can return the favor?"

"Oh, no, I don't think I can do that, but you could come in here and play with us."

"Us?"

Evelyn asked, and then hauled herself up to see that she and Trielle

were no longer alone. Four other people were there in the water. Three

of them were handsome men, two of whom were lounging back against the

far shore of the pool, muscular arms resting on the ground and broad

chests on tempting display. The third man was closer, leaning on the

ground, his chin propped on his palm, watching Evelyn with a playful

smile on his lips. The new woman was slowly bobbing in the middle of the

pool, just her head above water. All of them were staggeringly

attractive.

"Oh," Evelyn said, drawing back a bit. "Hello there."

"Come on in, Sage, and we'll have a wonderful time," Trielle smiled.

Evelyn was thinking they did look like they would be a lot of fun, but she managed to say, "I don't think I should."

"Can't you swim?" Trielle asked as if that were the only possible objection one could make to her invitation.

"Well, yes, I can but, "

"She can't breathe underwater," came a familiar voice from behind Evelyn, in the direction of the apple tree.

Evelyn nodded, "Yes, that's right; I can't."

Trielle pouted a bit theatrically, and said, "Horace, you're always spoiling our fun."

"I doubt that," said the falcon.

"Are

you sure you don't want to come in for a while?" Trielle asked, though

her tone suggested she knew what the answer would be.

Evelyn

drew back from the water, curling up well out of reach of the people

watching her in the pool, but smiled and said, "I'm very flattered, but I

really must continue on my quest."

As

her companions began dropping down into the water, Trielle said, "Oh, a

quest? Well, that's understandable. It was very nice meeting you,

Sage."

Then,

with a wave and smile, Trielle dove beneath the water, which was broken

again a moment later as a very large fish-tail flipped up and splashed

before disappearing again.

After

realizing she was gaping at the fact that she'd just been eaten out by a

mermaid and invited to participate in a mer-orgy, Evelyn shut her

mouth, stood up and turned to see Horace perched in the tree. She smiled

and said, "Thank you. I wasn't thinking too clearly there for a

minute."

"Don't

mention it," Horace said. "Might be a good idea to be a bit more

careful, though. This whole place wants to keep you from getting where

you want to go."

"The place wants, ?" she started but Horace had already taken to the skies again.

Carrying

an apple in one hand and her staff in the other, Evelyn spent the rest

of the day making her meandering way through the Labyrinth. She found

that the more natural-seeming surface maze was combined with the

occasional overpass and tunnel. She moved as quickly as possible through

the latter but tried to appreciate the view afforded by the former.

Unfortunately, the Labyrinth now stretched out in every direction with

no clear end in sight.

Toward

evening she heard her next sign of animal life, and it was not at all

welcome. Rising in the distance as she started down from one of the

overpasses, Evelyn heard something that sounded uncomfortably like the

howl of a wolf. Spinning around with her staff at the ready, apple

falling to her feet, she scanned her surroundings for any movement or

other sign. After several minutes of nothing, she hurried back into the

maze. She was now looking for some kind of shelter for the night.

The

best she could do before it got too dark to continue was to climb up a

tree that had enough leaves on it that she wasn't completely visible

from the ground. As she finally ate her apple, Evelyn realized that her

precarious perch was far from ideal. She might fall in her sleep, and

she had no assurance whatsoever that the beast Horace had mentioned

couldn't climb this tree as well as she, or better. She wasn't even sure

that the howl she had heard belonged to that beast. For all she knew,

there could be several beasts about.

Still,

she would be even more vulnerable on the ground, wandering about the

maze in the dark, so she made the best of the situation. Wedged as

comfortably as possible, she passed a fitful night in the branches of

her tree.

As

soon as the sky began to lighten in the morning, Evelyn managed to

climb down. Rubbing her stiff muscles, she congratulated herself on

still being alive and in one piece. Then she started off again.

That

second day was a long, tedious one, punctuated only by the discovery of

another apple tree and then, in the evening, another howl. This time

she was sure it was closer, but she still couldn't tell from which

direction it came. She managed to clamber up onto the top of a wall,

where she managed to sleep a bit during the night. She dreamed of a

black shape looking for her with blazing red eyes.

Soon

after her first masturbation break (spent huddled in a corner, thinking

about her fun on the Riverboat with Don) on day three, Evelyn came upon

what she took to be a hopeful sign.

Her

way was blocked by a heavy stone gate with a broad platform set above

it. It didn't seem to her that whoever had designed the Dark Labyrinth

would put such an obstacle here if it was just a dead end.

As

she approached the gate, there was a loud flapping sound - much, much

louder than anything Horace could make. Craning her neck, she was able

to catch sight of a massive shape swooping overhead just before it

landed on the platform over the gate.

Evelyn

was amused to see a winged sphinx perched there regarding her

carefully. It had the body and limbs of a rather large lion or some

other cat, enormous feathered wings at either side, and the dark-haired

head of a handsome, bearded, man. It had been several days with mostly

herself for company, and the encounter with Trielle had been all too

brief, so she wasn't too surprised to find herself wondering if she was

about to experience some sphinx sex. She was more surprised to find that

the idea was more intriguing than troubling. This was Eros, after all.

The

sphinx looked her over slowly, cleared his throat, and said in somewhat

bellowing and official tone, "I am Oberon, guardian of this gate, only

those who pass my test shall pass!" Then, in a more conversational

voice, he asked, "Are you lost or what?"

"Ah, no," Evelyn frowned. "At least, I don't think I'm lost."

"Would you know if you were?"

"Maybe not, but that's why I said I don't think I am."

The sphinx managed to shrug, and said, "Fine, then, what are you doing here?"

"I am trying to reach the center of the Labyrinth."

Rolling its eyes a bit, he said, "Why?"

"It's my quest," she said, remembering how satisfying Trielle had found that answer.

"That's not much of an explanation, is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"No,"

he shook his head. "Look, I'm asking for your motivation, and you've

just given me a redescription. 'I'm on a quest to reach the center,'

doesn't explain why you're trying to reach the center at all. I'm just

going to have to ask you why you're on a quest. Right?"

"Yeah, I can see that. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he frowned. "Just try to be a bit more cooperative, and we'll both be happier, okay?"

"Sure," she nodded.

He looked at her expectantly.

"Oh!"

she started, "I want to get one of those rings that lets you go from

Eros to my home world and back, but the Watchers Council, or whatever

you want to call them, is giving me tasks to complete first, and this is

one of them - to reach the center of the Labyrinth."

"That's

better," he nodded. "I could ask why you want one of those rings, et

cetera, blah, blah, blah, but I'd rather not waste my time. It's not

like I actually care."

Evelyn thought about that for a second and said, "I can understand that."

"Still," he said, "I do have a job to do, and it's my one and only job, so I might as well take it seriously."

"Sounds like a plan," Evelyn nodded, still wondering what was about to happen.

"So,

here's the deal," the sphinx said. "I'm going to ask you three riddles,

and if you get them right, I'll open this gate and give you a prize."

"Okay, and if I don't get them right?"

"I will swoop down on you, tear your skinny body to pieces, and eat you."

Evelyn took a step back, raising her staff.

"No, I'm fucking with you," he laughed. "You just have to wait until tomorrow when I come back and ask you three more."

"That's not so bad," Evelyn agreed.

"I should think not! Are you ready?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "Oh wait, does everything have to answer your riddles to get through here."

"Of course," he said with a touch of pride.

"Good,"

she nodded, though she immediately realized that this might not be the

only way to get to where she was going and that the beast, or whatever,

might know another way.

"Your first riddle is this:

·       I get sensitive when teased and often come in pairs,

·       Everyone is born with me, but not everyone uses me,

·       I've been in everyone's mouth and cry when full.

What am I?"

"Ah, let me think a minute," Evelyn said.

"There is a time limit," the sphinx said.

"Is there really?"

"Well, I'm not going to give an unlimited number of guesses or hang out here all day."

"I suppose that's fair," she shrugged, "and you're a nipple."

"Correct," he nodded. "Second riddle:

·       What is always in the south, but can be found in the north,

·       Has no friends but is fun at a party,

·       Likes attention though is often hidden from view, and is best when near you?"

"That's trickier," she frowned for a long moment. "A clit?"

"Very good," Oberon nodded.

"Well, it's one of my favorite things," she smiled up at him.

The sphinx actually smiled and said, "I'm sure it is. You're pretty good at this. Ready for the third?"

"I am," she nodded.

"What;

·       can arrive fast or slow

·       Has a rise and a fall

·       Is good the first time as the second

·       Involves one or many, and

·       is always an appreciated guest?"

"Oh, I like the phrasing of that one," Evelyn smiled, "and again, it's one of my favorite things: an orgasm."

"You

may pass," Oberon nodded. The gate beneath him slowly swung open. The

sphinx pushed a bundle off his ledge to fall on the ground in front of

Evelyn. "That's your prize."

Evelyn

picked up a pouch that held a flask of water and had enough room for

several apples as well as a strap that made slinging it over her

shoulder easy and comfortable.

"Thank you!" she grinned up at him.

"You're welcome," he nodded. "Good luck in there."

"I'll

try," she bowed a little and passed through the gate. When she looked

back on the other side, Oberon had flown off already.

The

pouch made her life quite a bit easier. She gathered four apples to

take along when she found the next tree and was able to take a drink

whenever she felt thirsty. She almost found herself enjoying her long

wandering through the labyrinth for the rest of that day. Passing the

night in a rather uncomfortable tree cured her of her good mood, though.

The

next day began with yet another howl in the distance, and this time

Evelyn was quite sure it was coming from someplace much closer. As a

result, she quickened her pace, and decided to skip any masturbation

breaks, no matter how horny she got. This proved a bit problematic when

she got to her next distraction.

Early

in the afternoon, just after navigating a complex of particularly tight

corners and switchbacks, she came to a fairly straight run that was

unremarkable except for the open doorway halfway down the right side.

Orangish light spilled out of the door and illuminated that part of the

pathway. As Evelyn drew closer, she felt warmth washing over her for the

first time in days and heard the unmistakable sounds of several

individuals having a wonderful time together.

When

she could actually look through the doorway, what she saw made her stop

dead in her tracks. Evelyn found herself peering into a sumptuous

bedroom, not unlike those in the Manor, but with a redder, darker

aesthetic. There was a fireplace warming the room, many candles

suffusing the space with gentle welcoming light, a soft, thick black

carpet, plush overstuffed chairs, and a large bed covered with what

looked like a deep crimson duvet. Then there were the people,

On

the bed were at least four bodies entwined in a very appealing

arrangement of shapely limbs and muscular torsos. Evelyn was

particularly distracted by one very masculine backside, from the

splendidly tight ass to the strong lower back, as its owner slowly and

intently moved between a pair of beautiful long legs. As pleasing as the

tableaux on the bed was, though, Evelyn's eyes were drawn to a scene

much closer at hand.

There,

in a large armchair that bore not a small resemblance to a throne,

reclined a staggeringly gorgeous woman with long, thick, dark hair

tumbling down around her face and over her shoulders. She had a pair of

breasts that were simply breathtaking, full and firm, rising and falling

there in the candlelight. Her legs were long and strong, and parted so

that a much smaller woman could kneel between them and go down on her.

Evelyn noticed in passing that the tiny woman on the floor had a long,

slender tail springing from the base of her spine and whipping slowly

back and forth.

The

woman who was being pleasured there was watching Evelyn with a smile on

her dark red lips. Evelyn noticed that the woman seemed to have little

horns high on her forehead, but, like the other woman's tail, this

didn't seem to bother Evelyn at all. Instead, she found herself wanting

nothing more than to go into this room and worship those magnificent,

beautiful tits. Somehow, though, she resisted, her fingers clutching the

doorframe next to her.

"Oh,

do come in, sweet thing," the woman in the chair said. "You look like

you could use a bath and a good night's sleep, as well as some tender

loving care."

"Thank

you, but I really should keep going," Evelyn said quietly. Her eyes

followed the woman's hand as it moved over one of her own glorious

breasts, giving it a squeeze and running a long red nail over her hard

nipple.

"Are

you sure that's what you want?" the woman smiled. "There is so much

pleasure to be enjoyed here. Why make things so hard on yourself?"

"It's my quest," Evelyn tried.

"Silly child," the woman chuckled. "What could you want out there? We have anything you might desire here."

To

illustrate her point, there were now two naked people standing there on

either side of the woman's chair, one man and one woman. Both were

achingly beautiful, had those tiny little horns, and seemed to have

tails swishing behind them. The woman was slender with lovely small

breasts with nipples that seemed to want Evelyn to kiss them. The man

was built like an athlete or a model and was sporting a generous

erection that seemed to beckon to Evelyn.

"I need to get one of those rings so I can come back to Eros, " Evelyn reminded herself.

"Oh,

but why would you ever want to leave?" the woman in the chair said.

"Come in and stay with us. We'll make you so comfortable and give you so

very much pleasure."

Evelyn closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate. The gorgeous woman had overplayed her hand a bit.

"So, if I come in, I have to stay, eh?" Evelyn asked, once again using her normal voice.

"What would tempt you to leave?" the woman said with that seductive smile.

"Well, variety is nice," Evelyn pointed out.

"We

can accommodate that very easily." The woman beside the chair was now

Asian, and the man was black, and the room now appeared to be in a

mountain lodge. Then the woman was black, with full breasts and a large

cock, the man now looked just like Don, and the room was a library - a

library featuring a large bed.

Evelyn smiled and said, "It's a tempting offer, but no thanks. Have fun."

She turned and started back on her way.

"Well done," said a voice from overhead. "Hardly anyone can resist Beatrix."

"Hey,

Horace," Evelyn said as she craned her neck to get a look at the falcon

as he circled overhead. "How much farther do I have before I get to the

center of this damn thing?"

"Oh, not far at all," he replied. "It's just over there."

"She doesn't mean in a straight line, fool," said the female falcon, who was now perched on a nearby wall.

"Oh, right, let me have a look," Horace said and flew off.

"Thank you, "

"Heather,"

the lady falcon said, "and don't mention it. It seems like my job to

keep him focused. You're doing very well, by the way."

"I am?" Evelyn smiled. "Thank you."

"Yes," Heather bobbed her head. "By now the Beast would have caught up with most people."

Evelyn shifted her staff and looked around before asking, "Can you tell me more about this Beast?"

"Big hairy brute," Heather said. "Never gives up when he's got your scent, and he has yours."

"How far back is he?"

"Hard to say. There are lots of ways to go down here. I'd guess you might have till dusk, give or take, if you hurry."

Evelyn's

eyes grew wide and tried to think of another question to ask, but

Horace returned and lighted next to his mate and said, "It's hard for me

to say with your handicap, "

"He means because you can't fly," Heather clarified.

"Yes,"

Horace bobbed. "Wasn't that obvious? Anyway, you could be there in a

couple of hours, but only if you go through the ghost cave. It'll take

twice as long if you go around that."

"Ghost cave?" Evelyn asked as she started to move again, hoping the falcons would follow along.

"Yeah," Horace said. "You can't miss it, but it'll be on your left."

"Okay, but what do you mean 'ghost'?"

"You know, disembodied spirits."

That

was the most she could get out of the falcons, and Evelyn focused her

efforts on hurrying along without tripping or missing the entrance to

any caves, 'ghost' or otherwise.

Horace

had been right, the entrance to the cave would have been very hard to

miss indeed. What was, effectively, a four-way intersection formed a

small courtyard. The path Evelyn had been following continued on

straight through and there was another pathway off to the right, but on

the left a long series of broken steps led into the ground much further

than any of the previous underpasses. There was a silvery blue glow at

the bottom of those stairs and the air was decidedly cooler at the

entrance to the passage.

Evelyn

was not a superstitious woman, but this was Eros, where things were

odd, to say the least, and she had spent days wandering the "Dark

Labyrinth," had encountered talking birds, mer-people, and what she was

thinking of as succubi, and was being chased by some kind of beast. The

situation demanded that she take talk of ghosts quite seriously. Still,

any concerns Evelyn was having were banished by the sound of yet another

howl, much closer now and clearly from back the way she'd come.

She hurried down the steps and into the cave.

Evelyn’s Seduction by the Ghost of the Labyrinth.

As

she neared the bottom of the steps Evelyn saw that the cave was filled

with a thin glowing mist, which was responsible for the eerie

silver-blue illumination. The glow would make navigating the underground

passage much easier than Evelyn had feared. Adhering to her policy, she

followed the left wall.

Evelyn

was happy to see that the cave was long enough, and straight enough,

that it made sense to think of it as a rough, wide underground passage.

She was less happy to notice that there were eddies and clouds in the

mist that seemed to linger and move in ways that were, less than

natural. As she hurried along, she was sure she felt light touches on

her legs and arms, though she could see nothing that might have touched

her. She felt a warm breath on her neck at one point but brushed it away

and kept moving.

It

was only when she heard someone whispering something indistinct in her

ear that she stopped and whirled around, her staff slicing an arc

through the mist. Of course, there was no one there, but the mist

swirled around her, seeming to gather around her body. She felt hands,

well, she felt something just like hands moving over her legs, then up

her body and arms. At first it felt like maybe there were two people

caressing her, but then the sensations multiplied quickly, and Evelyn

felt like there were a dozen or more pairs of hands moving over her

skin, feeling and exploring her body.

It

was as if her breasts were being cupped, her ass squeezed, her face

caressed, and her labia stroked, while her legs and arms, belly and

back, were stroked and gently massaged, though she was standing there

alone in the cave. In spite of herself, and against her plan to hurry

through the cave as quickly as possible, Evelyn found herself getting

very turned on by the ghostly attention. When it felt like several

mouths, with their very tactile lips, teeth, and tongues, joined the

spectral hands, kissing and licking at her skin, sucking and pulling at

her nipples, Evelyn shuddered and moaned.

She

felt herself gently lifted into the air as invisible hands parted her

legs. Then Evelyn groaned loudly as the sensation of several mouths

pleasuring her cunt and clit flooded through her nervous system. She

came there, floating in the mist, as hours and hours of frustration

broke through the dam and washed over her in a tumbling storm of muscle

clenching ecstasy. She was still shuddering and gasping when she felt

something pushing up into her cunt. No, it was definitely somethings,

plural. She was being filled quite nicely, but not more than she would

by one good-sized cock, but they were moving separately, and the feeling

was amazing!

Every

bit of her cunt was being stroked and stimulated at once. Plus, there

was still the feeling of several mouths on her, licking her clit and

sucking her nipples, while all those ghostly hands caressed her body.

Evelyn felt herself surrendering, letting the ghosts, or whatever they

were, have their way with her. She thought it would be wonderful to just

float along like this, being made love to for, for,

"No!"

she shouted, much louder than she had expected. Immediately she dropped

to the ground, landing painfully, and an angry, "Fuck!"

As

she picked herself up and looked around for her staff, Evelyn eyed the

glowing mist all around her warily. When she had retrieved her staff and

adjusted her pouch, she said, "Look, I'm sorry. You've all been really

wonderful, and that was just really, really amazing, but I have to keep

going."

Knowing

the whole point of the ghost cave was probably to keep her from

finishing the labyrinth, she was a bit surprised when the mist drew back

and let her continue without any further temptations or interference.

Even so, Evelyn spent the rest of her underground journey thinking about

how intense her experience had been. She found herself thinking she

would like to come back here. She wondered how it would feel to have the

ghosts come inside her. Did they even have orgasms? These musings kept

her rather distracted and very horny until she started up a rough-hewn

set of steps at the end of the cave.

Blinking

in the relatively bright light of the overcast day, Evelyn looked

around and tried to get her bearings. She was at another four-way

intersection, and started to head to the left, as her system dictated.

"No, go straight," said Horace from overhead. "Hurry! He found a shortcut."

Stumbling

a bit, Evelyn broke into a run. Her pouch was slapping at her wildly,

so she wrestled it off and tossed it aside. This was one of those times

she was glad she didn't have bigger tits.

"Right and right again," Horace shouted.

Evelyn

wanted to ask why the hell he hadn't been this helpful earlier but

decided not to waste her breath at that moment. Instead she pitched

herself around the two corners and ran flat out.

"She's not going to make it," Heather said from somewhere off to Evelyn's left.

"Take this next left and then a quick right and the central clearing is straight ahead," Horace continued.

Evelyn

made the jog to the left, scraping her shoulder on the corner, and

sprinted. Ahead, she could see where the walls on either side of her

came to an end and there was some kind of opening. Then she was through

and running into a large courtyard that looked like it had once been

nicely maintained but had since been left to ruin. Scraggly weeds and

grasses pushed up between uneven stones and unruly bushes here and there

suggested a long-forgotten attempt at landscaping. Some distance in

front of her, there was a rise of stones with what looked like a

fountain jetting water.

She was going to make it! And the first thing she was going to do was clean herself in that damn water.

Then Heather screeched, "Look out!"

"On your right!" Horace added.

When

Evelyn saw the dark shape barreling at her out of the corner of her

eye, all she could think to do was to dive into a roll. She was low to

the ground when the beast hit her, hairy arms and long talon-like

fingers grappling for her. Unable to get a good hold, it rolled past her

and quickly sprang back up.

Evelyn had rolled into a crouch, her staff raised and ready, and glowered at the beast, getting her first look at the creature.

She

didn't know what to call it. It looked a bit like a werewolf, but also a

bit like an ape. Its arms were long, like an ape's, but its snout was

more lupine; its ears were on the side of its head, but pointed, more

like a dog's. Its back, as well as the back of its arms and its

haunches, were covered with dark brown fur, and its flesh was a much

lighter brown. It had hands with long fingers, like a chimp's, but feet

more like a human's, though it did have long, hooked toenails, which

probably helped it climb over the rocks and walls of the labyrinth. It

had fangs and a long tongue that Evelyn could see clearly as it

struggled to catch its breath. It looked at her with deep brown eyes. Of

course, she also noticed that it had a nice-sized, and very erect,

penis of the primate variety.

Evelyn

spent the second or two she had at her disposal to remember everything

she knew about fighting here in Eros, and then the beast was springing

at her.

Of

course, by the time the creature reached the place she'd been, Evelyn

had sprung into the air and leapt over it, landing behind it. As he spun

around, Evelyn's staff whipped across his snout with a loud crack. A

spray of blood and spittle arced after the staff.

"No!"

Evelyn said, in a very different tone from the one she'd used with the

ghosts. There she had mostly been addressing herself.

The beast snarled angrily and dove at her again, this time higher.

Rolling

backward and falling, Evelyn let its outstretched claws fly over her.

Then she shoved up with her feet, connecting with the beast's crotch and

pushing it up and over. He tumbled past her with a confused yelp, as

Evelyn sprang to her feet and spun around to face him. Again, her staff

flashed along with her twisting motion, this time connecting with the

beast's arm.

"No!" she repeated sternly, in the tone of a woman reprimanding a misbehaving dog.

Glowering

at Evelyn, and rubbing its arm, the beast slowly moved around her,

keeping his distance but clearly not leaving anytime soon. She turned

with it, watching him warily.

When

he moved in again, it was much more careful, ready to change direction

if his prey moved. When it decided it was close enough, he rushed in

trying to catch Evelyn in its arms. Using a move she'd learned in

aikido, though, Evelyn easily slipped away and gave the beast a sharp

swat on its hairy ass as it blundered past.

The

creature spun quickly rounding on Evelyn, trying again to catch her

again, but she easily ducked under his long arms. She also took

advantage of the fact that it was off balance by using her staff to

sweep its leg out from it. As it sprawled forward, she again smacked it

on the ass, with the staff and quite hard.

"No!"

she said for the third time. This time, though she found herself

smiling a bit. Fear had given way to relief, and thanks in part to the

adrenaline certain other things were reasserting themselves.

The

beast had collected himself and was now watching Evelyn indignantly and

rather suspiciously. Apparently, it wasn't used to its prey fighting

back so well, if at all.

"Are you going to behave?" she asked.

It regarded her with a rather clear expression of confusion, but then slowly nodded his head.

"Good boy," she smiled. "If you'll be nice, I might give you a little treat."

The beast cocked his head to the side a bit and visibly relaxed.

Keeping

her staff in hand and ready, Evelyn took a few steps toward the

crouching beast, again noticing its erect cock. When he didn't move away

or react aggressively, Evelyn reached slowly out to pet his head and

then scratched a bit. The beast responded with something that sounded

like a happy murmur.

"Good

boy," she said again. Staff still in hand, Evelyn slowly crouched in

front of him, looking the beast in the eye. Leaning in a bit, she

reached out to lightly touch his cock. The creature breathed a sigh, and

Evelyn began to caress it more deliberately. Carefully watching for any

sign that the beast would jump her, Evelyn wrapped her hand around his

cock and stroked it.

Satisfied that the beast was docile enough, Evelyn said, "Lie down."

She

nudged him backward until the beast was on his back looking up at

Evelyn intently. Moving quickly, she straddled his hairy body and took

hold of his cock.

"See?

If you behave yourself, we can have lots of fun together," she smiled

down at him as she rubbed his cockhead between her rather moist lips.

Then she sank down on his thick, hard shaft with a deeply satisfied

groan, loving the way his sex filled her. Dropping her staff at last,

Evelyn braced her hands on the beast's broad chest and proceeded to

slide up and down on his cock.

The

beast shoved up into her and reached up to hold her waist in its wiry

hands. Evelyn leaned back a bit and started squeezing her tits tightly.

With the beast's help she slammed herself down on him again and again,

grinding her clit against his hairy body with each downward motion. Then

she was crying out loudly as she came there, riding the fearsome beast

she'd tamed. She shook on top of him, clutching her breasts tightly as

her body clenched and pulled at him. As soon as she started to come

down, she started moving again. The beast was all too happy to keep

fucking her, and when it rolled her over on her back, Evelyn was only

too happy to let him drive into her hard and fast.

Evelyn's

legs wrapped around the beast's furry hips and pulled him in,

encouraging him to ravish her. The beast seemed to understand this, or

was just following its instinct, because he was fucking her violently,

hard, deep and rough. Evelyn cried out incoherently there in the middle

of the Dark Labyrinth as she came again and again, until finally the

beast's big cock swelled inside her and flooded her cunt with a

bucketful of hot cum.

"Oh yes! Good boy!" Evelyn called out as she shook with her own orgasm. "Damn!"

She

felt the beast drawing out of her and a long stream of his cum ran out

of her. She smiled to herself and sat up a bit to look at the beast. It

was crouched a few feet away, watching her.

"Now wasn't that better than fighting?" she asked.

When the beast nodded his head rather emphatically, she smiled and said, "Bring that over here. I'm not done with you yet."

In

another moment, Evelyn was on her knees sucking on the beast's cock

until she was sure he was ready to go again. Then, she walked him over

to the steps leading up to the fountain.

"Well, that was impressive," Horace said from a nearby bush.

"Enjoy the show?" Evelyn asked wryly.

"Quite!" Heather said.

"You definitely have charms to soothe the savage beast," Horace chuckled.

"Well, feel free to stick around and watch," Evelyn laughed.

Laying

down on her belly on the edge of a stone riser, Evelyn had the beast

take her from behind. He shoved into her hard, and Evelyn found herself

enjoying the way the stone felt as it rubbed against her belly and tits.

She worked her arm down between her body and the stone to stroke her

clit as the beast fucked her relentlessly. Soon she was coming again,

crying out partly for the benefit of the watching falcons but mostly

because she was enjoying making a spectacle of herself, being fucked

there by the wild beast.

Only

after she'd had several very satisfying orgasms, did Evelyn have him

stop so she could turn around on the stone so she could look up at him

as he fucked her. There was something so wildly, insanely decadent about

having this wild thing mate with her, and Evelyn was happily surprised

to find out how very into this she was. Soon she was coming yet again,

clenching and groaning on his cock. Before Evelyn was quite done riding

the waves of her climax, she could tell he was about to come again. She

managed to push him back and pulled his cock to her mouth. Wrapping both

her hands tightly around his shaft, and sucking on the fat head, she

milked at him until she felt him swelling in her grasp. Then with a deep

groan, the beast came for her. A huge gout of cum erupted into Evelyn's

mouth and down her throat, but there was much too much for her to

swallow and most of it spilled out of her mouth. Then a second spasm

shook the beast and another deluge of cum splashed all over her face,

throat, and tits.

Laughing,

and wiping some cum from her eyes, Evelyn smiled up at the beast and

said, "Good boy. Now, help me up to that fountain so I can get cleaned

up."

She heard Horace saying, "I'm telling you, honey, mammal sex is hot!"

"Shut up, fool," Heather laughed. "I wasn't arguing with you."

As

soon as the cool water hit her, Evelyn found herself back on the grand

porch in front of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King. She was still

rather drenched in the beast's cum.

"Fuckers," she breathed, and headed off to the showers.

Chapter 10. The Lighted Stage & a Familiar Face

"So,

after she got one hundred men to cum for her, Evelyn had to make it to

the center of something called the 'Dark Labyrinth,'" Don continued.

"She made friends with a pair of talking falcons, met some mermaids

& mermen, answered a sphinx's riddles, and had sex with 'ghosts.'"

Toshia laughed, "You're moving way too fast!"

With a smile, Don said, "Yeah, but it's her story to tell and we're running out of time."

"I suppose that's fair."

"But,

I will tell you, she was being stalked by a 'beast' that sounds like a

combination of an ape and a werewolf. She fought it off, got it to

behave, and fucked it."

"Whoa!"

"Yeah, it reminded me of your encounter with the Bull, only more violent."

"Sounds hot," Toshia smiled.

"That was my reaction, too."

"That's pretty fucking hot!" Don grinned at Evelyn. It had gotten dark while she was telling her story there by the poolside.

"Yeah,

I thought so too," she laughed. "While I got cleaned up, I kept

thinking about the whole thing and got pretty riled up again. When I got

out of the shower, I threw myself into the big orgy for a couple of

hours. Then, I went straight up to the council. I had cum running down

the insides of my legs and drying all over my ass, tits, and face, but

no one said a word or even seemed to notice."

Don laughed, "How did you keep a straight face?"

"It

wasn't easy," she winked. "They gave me my next mission, which did not

involve being teleported away. So, I went back out, rode the couch down,

and got cleaned up before heading out. I was able to grab my clothes,

too."

"Nice! So, what is your next mission?"

"I'm on a pilgrimage to the Grove of Rati."

"Ah?"

"Yeah,

I don't know where it is, either, but the council gave me this compass

to point me in the right direction," she drew a small device from the

pocket of her skirt and passed it to Don. "They said it points in the

right direction."

"Well,

that's handy," Don said as he examined what did, indeed, look just like

a normal compass, but had no cardinal or degree markings.

"I have to get there on my own power: no riverboats, ships, or flying carpets. 'Can't even ride piggy-back."

Don passed the compass back and asked, "How long do you have?"

"As long as it takes, I guess," Evelyn shrugged. "I got the impression they think it will take quite a while."

"That sucks," he frowned.

"Yeah, but you're stuck here for a year, anyway, right?"

"True."

"And just think of all the stories I'll have when I get back," she smiled.

"Yeah, that's true, too," Don nodded. "Still, I'm going to miss you."

She kissed him and said, "I'll miss you, too, lover. I'll come back here as soon as I can."

"Okay, yeah, let's meet here at the Resort, poolside, as soon as we have some freedom."

"Deal! Stick to the other protocols but come back here when we get the chance."

"It's a good place to wait," Don smiled.

"You might not feel that way at the end of the year," Evelyn pointed out. "Now, you said you had something in mind for tonight?"

"I did," nodded Don. "Did you get a chance to try the Lighted Stage while you were here before?"

"I went in and looked around, but I didn't play there."

"I was thinking it was perfect for our particular situation," he smiled.

"Oh, good thinking. Let's go!" Evelyn grinned as she took his hand and led the way.

"I don't remember the Lighted Stage," Toshia frowned.

"Yeah,

it's past the Temple, in a corner we never got to. It's basically an

exhibitionist and voyeur club. It's not much to look at on the outside,

except that there are four video screens on the main wall that show some

of what's going on inside. Anyway, when you go in, there are two doors -

one labeled 'players' and the other labeled 'audience.' On the first

one, it also says, 'All playing should be done on one of the stages,'

and on the second it says, 'No playing with anyone in the audience, just

yourself. Enjoy the show!'"

"Oh, nice! It does sound perfect."

"Yeah,

that's what I was thinking," Don laughed. "Naturally, I went to the

audience side, but I've been in the other part. There's a nice lounge

there, where players can get cleaned up, have a bite to eat and

something to drink, and find playmates. Oh, and there is a costume room,

too, so they can roleplay appropriate to the stage they select, if they

want to."

"Damn," Toshia breathed. "I wish we'd tried that."

Don

chuckled and continued, "That evening I went to the audience side,

which is like a dimly lit club. There are comfortable chairs and

benches, waiters moving around with drinks, and discrete stacks of

towels here and there. The one side, though, is made up of seven stages -

really just one-room sets - four on the bottom row and three above

them. There is a balcony on the audience side so you can get a better

view of the action on the second floor. The lighting is set up so that

the stages are well-lit, but you can't really see the audience side

people too clearly unless you really try."

"What kind of sets?"

"They

might change now and then, but one's got mirrors on all three walls and

a big round bed in the middle that's constantly turning, very slowly.

Another's set up like a honeymoon suite, all in red and pink. There's a

locker room, an S&M dungeon, a cheap motel room, and one that looks

like a pretty dirty bus stop. My favorite, though, is one that looks

like a living room from the '70s. There's something so funny about that

one, but it's sexy too, like, oh, sex is just happening here in the

living room. Well, I think it's sexy."

Toshia smiled and said, "No, I get it."

"On

the player's side, the door to each set has three lights over it,

green, yellow, and red, and the players switch them appropriately. Green

means the stage is completely free; yellow means it's being used but

people should feel free to join in; and red means it's being used but

they don't want anyone else joining in. I'm told hardly anyone uses the

red light, but it does happen."

"I suppose people might have a particular scenario they want to play out," Toshia mused.

"Exactly,"

Don smiled. "Anyway, it was already a pretty busy night when we got

there. All but one of the stages was already being used."

As Don waited for Evelyn to make an appearance on one of the seven stages, he idly surveyed the other shows.

Along

the bottom row of stages, working from right to left: in the dungeon

scene there was a naked man suspended by his wrists from a ring in the

ceiling as a woman in leather alternated between spanking his ass with a

big black paddle and teasing his very erect penis with her hand, as

well as a young woman in a set of stocks who was being tormented by an

older man doing things to her from behind; in the living room were three

couples who seemed to be living out a rather enthusiastic swinger scene

from a porno; on the big round revolving bed there seemed to be

something just short of a dozen naked bodies thoroughly enjoying

themselves; and on a bare mattress in the bus stop set three men were

enthusiastically fucking and sucking each other.

Don

climbed the stairs up to the balcony and saw that five women were

putting on a very appealing show in the big, central, honeymoon suite,

and a woman wearing a cheerleader outfit was surrounded by five rather

fit men in the locker room over to the right.

Only

the cheap motel set, on the left, was unused, so Don settled in to wait

directly across from that, leaning on the balcony railing. From that

position, as well as seeing much of what was going on down below, Don

could watch the women in the honeymoon set, which made it quite easy to

wait for Evelyn to turn up.

Eventually,

the motel room door opened, and Evelyn came in, followed by her two

playmates. Evelyn was now wearing a bright pink tube top, a red

miniskirt, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. She had applied dark

red lipstick and some serious eye shadow. Her two companions, a woman

with black hair drawn back in a bun and a tall older man with blond

hair, were dressed in surprisingly modest clothing, particularly for

Eros. The woman was wearing a blouse and skirt and relatively low

high-heels, and the man was wearing loafers, slacks, and a button-down

shirt. Don immediately surmised that Evelyn was playing the role of a

streetwalker picked up by a couple looking to spice up their

relationship.

Evelyn

directed the man to have a seat in the chair in the corner, as she drew

the woman with her to the bed. She got up on her knees on the bed and

turned to face the woman, who she drew in for a long, deep kiss.

Evelyn's hands moved over the woman's body, groping her through her

clothes before she began to undress her. Evelyn pushed the woman's

blouse down over her shoulders and promptly lowered her mouth to the

newly exposed breasts.

Don

watched from his place at the balcony, as Evelyn eventually went back

to making out with her new friend and then quickly removed her tank top,

tossing it to the side, and then held the woman's head to her breast.

Evelyn smiled over at the man in his chair, who so far seemed perfectly

content to watch the two women. Only when Evelyn had stripped the woman

of her skirt, and gotten rid of her own miniskirt, but left on her

stockings and heels, did she beckon the man to join the women where they

were sitting on the edge of the bed.

Taking

the lead again, Evelyn undid the man's pants and drew out his penis.

Soon, she and the other woman were taking turns sucking and licking at

what quickly became a long and very thick cock. Don watched as Evelyn

tried to get as much of that monster as she could down her throat and

then encouraged the other woman to do the same. Pushing the woman's head

down on his fat organ, Evelyn smiled up at the man and said something

the audience couldn't hear. Soon, with four feminine hands wrapped

around his shaft, the man was spraying a shower of cum all over the

women's faces and tits. Evelyn sucked on his head, apparently draining

him of any remaining jizz, as the other woman licked up any cum on his

shaft and balls.

Evelyn

said something else to the man, who smiled and nodded before stripping

out of his clothes as he moved back to the chair to wait his turn again.

Meanwhile,

Evelyn had turned to the woman and proceeded to lick and suck up every

bit of cum she could find. The woman returned the favor and the two of

them eventually were lying on the bed making out intently. Evelyn

gradually began to make her way down the woman's body, until she was

half off the bed, going down on the woman, who definitely seemed to be

enjoying what Evelyn was doing.

Don

was enjoying watching the woman writhing on the bed as Evelyn lay

between her legs. His cock was rock hard in front of him, but he made a

point of not touching it yet.

The

man whose cock was apparently quite ready for round two got up and

crossed over to the bed, where he encouraged Evelyn to raise herself up

until she was bent over at the end of the bed, her ass in the air while

her face was still buried between the other woman's legs. Bending his

legs and pushing his cock down, the man was soon fucking in and out of

Evelyn, his hands on her hips pulling her back on him and shoving her

forward into the woman on the bed.

Don

found himself entranced by the line of Evelyn's stockinged leg,

stretching from her ankle there above that long heel up along her strong

calf, along the line of her firm thigh as it flexed slowly while she

was fucked, to her tight ass as the man's thick, thick cock moved like a

fat piston in and out of her cunt. He imagined the man's balls were

slapping Evelyn's clit with each thrust.

Don's

eye followed the downward flow of Evelyn's torso as she continued to

lick and suck at the woman's clit. Don could only see the tumult of

Evelyn's red-brown hair above where the woman's thigh was grasped by

Evelyn's hand. Then there was the woman's belly and breasts as she

arched her back with her impending orgasm. Her black hair had come loose

from its bun and was now spilling out like a dark pillow beneath her.

When she came, the woman cried out loud enough to drown out all the

other sounds in the room. Evelyn kept at it until the woman came at

least twice more and pushed Evelyn away with a very happy smile on her

face.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica