A Chilled Whisper

You must awaken, child.

Ally's eyes opened at once, her skin goosed with a sudden chill. She looked at Kate, sleeping peacefully above her. There was no way Kate was the one who spoke.

Ally rose from the bed, and pulled a thin robe around herself so as not to be completely nude. She looked around the darkened bedroom; light spilled in from the window, only enough to give every object a vague outline. Bed, cabinet, doorways. Wait. The bathroom door, the closet door, and the doorway back to the main hall were all familiar to her -- but there was a fourth door, now. It looked the same as all the others, so much so that she wondered if it hadn't always been there and she just hadn't seen it until now... But the small, red glow of the light mist beneath the door made her apprehensive.

You are right to worry, child, the voice repeated inside her mind. If you open this door, there will be no turning back.

"What will happen?" Ally asked, her voice shaking from the chill.

You will win the house, the voice said. And gain powers great and terrible. My powers.

Ally bit her lip. Should she wake Kate? The last time she went off alone, they both ended up with penises... But maybe that wasn't the worst thing in the world. She adjusted the fabric of her robe to better accommodate her length. No, she thought. Just like the letter she received, this invitation was for her and for her alone.

She pressed open the new door and stepped into the red mist. At first, she could see nothing, she could only feel the brush of wet across her skin, a hundred bloody kisses caressing her face, somehow spilling beneath her robe and along her cock -- the mist itself enough to harden her, enough to feel as though her cock had fallen into the mouth of some wonderful woman, sliding along her length as she stepped deeper and deeper into the room. It was getting harder to focus as the mist's tongue licked across her body, inside every orifice, across her hardening nipples. The room itself was an aphrodisiac, she realized. It was almost impossible for her to think of anything else as her skin pricked and smoothed beneath the caress of the mist.

Do not get swayed by simple pleasure, the voice echoed in her mind. If you fall here, I cannot save you and you will be lost to the spirits of the house. Continue walking forward. Come to me.

Ally shivered at the command, using every ounce of her willpower to keep moving. Though wouldn't it be nice to be lost to the spirits of the house? If it fell like this... she always wanted to feel like this. Like a million tongues were filling every part of her, like the entire universe existed only to please her... But she kept walking, maybe just because someone told her to and she was, as ever, eager to please. One foot in front of the other, through the damp, wonderful mist, until the blood fog dissipated and she stood before a small staircase, at the top of which sat an ebony throne.

"You've found me," the voice said, though it was no longer inside her head. It belonged to the woman sitting atop the throne. A woman with fiery red hair, eyes dark as night, with pupils blazing the color of the bloody mist behind her. Dark horns rose from either side of her head, and a dark, metallic collar ringed her neck, but beyond that, she was entirely nude. Her breasts, laid bare, rested as mounds across her thin, toned chest; her nipples were as red as her eyes, captivating and impossible to ignore. She sat with legs crossed, hiding the folds of her pussy, so that Ally couldn't see anything at all. "Welcome to the hidden pathways of Scream House, Allyson."

"Who... who are you?" Ally asked, feeling suddenly cold in the empty darkness. She longed to return to the warm, wet mists; she couldn't stop shivering, as though she were an addict deprived of her hit.

"Would my name truly help you understand?" The demon woman asked. "I was a princess of the dark world once, banished for my magics and manipulations."

"Dark world?" Ally asked.

"The world beneath your own," the woman said, waving her hand like it was obvious. Her voice was far more relaxed than Ally expected, though it had a depth to it that betrayed her age and intent. It was low almost smoky, like the way jazz singers spoke when not entertaining. "This house has served as a useful stronghold for me for the past few centuries. Your grandfather was a wonderful bastion -- he asked that I assist you in attaining this house."

"Was it your magic that gave me this... penis?" Ally asked, glancing down at the protrusion beneath her robe.

"Yes, my child," the demon said. "Those who are well-endowed within Scream House gain meaningful power over others. You will find your influence hard to resist; many will have a fondness for you that they cannot explain, and it will be due to my magic."

"Then... how else can you help me?"

"The house is rife with my magic," the demon explained. "Hidden passageways, magical manipulations, the ability to influence minds and bodies alike... I can grant you all of these powers. If you are willing."

"I... I am," Ally said.

"Not so fast, my child. Willing to accept the power and willing to earn the power are two different things," the demon said, holding up a hand.

"How do I earn it?" Ally asked.

Finally, the demon spread her legs and Ally saw no cunt at all; instead, she saw the largest, thickest cock she had ever seen -- and not just one of them. The woman had two cocks, each extending from the same thick, sagging scrotum that flattened against the seat of her throne. Each cock dripped down before Ally's face, as all she could do was stare in disbelief at the demon woman's massive lengths.

"You must please me, my child," the woman said. "Only once you have ingested my seed can I transfer my powers to you."

Ally felt herself licking her lips before she could even think about whether she wanted to please the woman or not. She was having difficulty swallowing, so full was her throat of her own eager saliva, as if the cocks had cast a spell of their own on her, wiping any thought of refusal from her mind. Though -- she paused for a single, solitary second. She could refuse the power. Did she really need it, all things considered? Couldn't she survive without the demon's charm? And what would it do to her, to be inhabited by a demon? Then again, she could smell the demon's cocks from here, could practically taste the hot, salty sweat of their lengths...