Hunted Down.

When the wave of nausea finally passed and John stood up again, he rose up from the ground only to stumble once again as he found himself trapped within a maze of silken, sheer, red curtains. The cloth tumbled off his head and shoulders as he moved and spun in place, looking for any kind of sign to help him discern his location... but only finding more cloth. There was no light, either from the torch or the sun. Most of his visibility was only granted from the clear, full moon above him that he barely managed to peek at through the spaces between shifting waves of red curtains and giant slabs of limestone that haphazardly made up the roof of the building he was in. The spaces between each limestone block and the way it was built reminded John more of a set of rafters than any kind of traditional ceiling. Whoever had built the place had wanted there to be a gap between the stones.

They wanted the moon to be seen, and he couldn't blame them. When he saw it in the sky, the full moon seemed... gigantic. It was bright and white, glowing like some kind of ethereal flashlight, and sat directly overhead of the building he was in like it couldn't be moved away from it. The curtains subtly wavered and shifted from each stone rafter like they were drifting in some wind that wasn't there. The room he was in filled his lungs with various scents like lavender perfume, fruity soaps, and sweat. The faintest traces of a ringing sound he hadn't noticed in his ears ended, and in their place started a soft melody. The strings of a harp echoed in his ears as John turned to the source of the sound, and the center of the room as it turned out, and began stepping through the dozens of curtains that blocked his vision.

A chorus of moans interrupted the instrumentals as John got closer and closer to the source of the noise. It restarted after a moment, but the moaning never stopped. It just got louder... and more frequent as John pushed deeper into the sea of red cloth. His fingers lingered on the curtains as he walked, tugging on each one and savoring the way the cloth felt on his skin more and more as he got closer to the sound. When he finally got close enough that the sound seemed to be right next to him, John began picking up the curtains and lifting them to try and grant himself a better line of sight to his surroundings. He found the harp sitting on the edge of a red, thick, plush carpet and reached out to touch that as well, quickly enamored with the way its golden chiseled exterior felt to him. He touched one of the strings, smiling at the way the vibrations spread up into his hand... and then up to his elbow... up to his shoulder... and finally, when it reached his face and he was about to close his eyes to savor the feeling of the music shaking into his skin, John glanced at the other side of the harp and quickly pulled away. He blinked and casually walked around the instrument... but he wasn't touching it again.

Neither was anyone else. The harp was playing music for the room by itself.

He stumbled back away from the item, his mind quickly jumping to the worst possibilities for why there was a magic instrument in the room... and nearly tripped over someone as he stepped back too far. A feminine voice cried out as his feet trampled around her, and John spun on his heel and caught himself on some of the hanging bits of curtain before he could fall atop the new stranger. Though after a look, he wasn't sure that falling would have necessarily been a bad idea. The face that looked up at John when he turned to face her was covered in a thick sheen of sweat and drool that continuously dripped from swollen, sensitive, and overused lips. Irises burning with a golden glow barely registered his face for a moment... before they became lidded again and the woman arched her chest up at John. What parts of her body weren't covered in sticky, matted, golden hair were either completely bare to him... or were being used in some way. The preposterously huge breasts she tried to stick out at him were just the most obvious example of this '****.' Each head-sized, pink, swollen globe had been lifted high atop her chest and wrapped in misshapen bits of the curtains around them.

Most of the curtains looked normal... until they got near the woman with the golden eyes. After that, the shape, texture, the length of each curtain seemed to shift and change. They grew long and bulbous, red and angry, and throbbed with a life that John would not have expected from a piece of cloth. Silken cloth became turgid and flesh-like, and then these transformed tendrils drifted towards the woman like they had developed a mind of their own.

It wasn't true of course; if John had managed to detect the source that was causing this change to the environment, he might have realized that the cloth was being commanded to do that. In his current situation all he could do was watch as those tendrils wound their way around her tits and squeezed her body. The few bits of skin that the tentacles didn't wrap around bulged out from between the appendages and **** her nipples to swell up as well. The cherry pink buds were only visible to John for a second before the tentacles tugged her breasts downwards to the ground and squeezed them again. Each tendril slowly constricted... and then relaxed undulating from the base of her tits all the way out to the nipples as he watched, milking her large breasts over and over again until their efforts were rewarded with a loud, incoherent cry of joy and white streams of liquid began to pour from the blonde’s bust. Her breast milk seeped into the red carpet below... and then John took a careful step backwards as he watched the carpet begin to change as well.

The number of tentacles around the blonde woman seemed to grow and grow unhindered. They reached up from below her and curled around more and more parts of her body. Her thick thighs were seized and squeezed, causing the flesh to bulge out around the tentacles there as well, before the blonde woman was pulled down to the carpet by her impossibly wide hips. Her jiggling fat ass slapped against the ground and conformed against it while dozens of red tendrils continued to fight to attack her. They slipped between her thighs and into the crook of her ass until the act was hidden from John's line of sight by the sea of sinuous red tentacles beneath her, and the blonde seemed to relax into her bed of sex. The appendages didn't even need to pull her back into them... as soon as something thrust inside of the blonde and her body jerked with the strength of the thrust, she started grinning and leaning backwards. She opened her mouth to admit more of them, but the first tendril merely teased her lips with a slight brush. It slid across her cheek and over one of her eyes until the red cock was covering half of her face, and the blonde laid down as the rest of the tendrils started to cover her.

John stepped back... but he didn't get very far before he found another person... and another, and another, and another...

The room, as it turned out, was filled with people in situations either exactly like that, ones that were similar to it, or stuck in the throes of their own personal fantasies. It wasn't just people and tentacles. All around him were people who were bound with chains, ropes, leathers, and cloths who gasped in utter delight whenever someone nearby tugged on one of the things that dug into their skin or was connected to a clamp somewhere on their bodies. There were people covered in various piercings, goldens jewels and gems that seemed to vibrate and glow whenever they detected any sound around the wearer. Some of those jewels were merely parts of toys; erotic slabs of gold and rubies were magically carved into phallic and bulbous shapes and then gradually inserted into someone by the partner next to them.

One such brunette woman teased another with red hair and long pointed ears by gingerly inserting a golden cock into her friend bit by bit. Each inch on the toy was marked with a big, round ruby that hummed and glowed with the target’s unending squealing. Little bolts of pinkish energy traveled along the redhead's mound, teasing her clit with gentle shocks every time she managed to successfully take another inch. It continued like that until she took the whole toy and John caught a glimpse at the pair of the large rubies that were now nestled up in her little holes. The first was at the base of the golden dildo and glowed with a seemingly unlimited supply of power. The second was tucked squarely between the redhead’s butt cheeks, outlining the spot where a large plug had been popped into the redhead's tiny rectum. The two women cooed at one another, proud of their accomplishment... and then the brunette that had been fucking her friend with these toys pulled them back out with a spray of liquid and started all over again.

The red cloth labyrinth that had been restricting John's vision seemed almost completely translucent to him now, leaving him to stare at the endless mounds of naked bodies all around him. It wasn't just women and humans either. Male and female alike were both bound to each other, left to writhe and bounce in one another's lap in an endless display of depravity. Many didn't even care to know who their current partner was, they just lapped at the other body part that was put in front of their blindfolded faces regardless of whether or not it was another mouth, someone's genitalia, or something as strange as a foot and continued thrusting away. Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Gnomes, Cat... people or dog-people, Minotaurs, and hell, even the occasional Lamia could seen somewhere in the mess of bodies littered across the room. He didn't really know what to call the race of people with cat ears or dog tails, but it didn't really matter.

All of them... all had glowing golden eyes just like the first one, and they all surrounded a large circular pool in the center of the room. The first person that John found to not be found in the midst of some kind of sexual act was at the edge of that pool... next to a dozen other people. The ones who lay around it instead of relaxing inside it were all naked, like everyone else, but limp too. They didn't move, aside from the steady rising and falling coming from their bare chests as they breathed in deeply... and they were all stuck looking at a different spot in the room like they didn't have the strength or mental capacity to move their eyes around at the moment. They were stuck with goofy, seemingly permanent smiles on their faces as the murky, cum-muddled water splashed with the frantic acts taking place in the pool.

John looked further and found himself shuddering and walking before he could stop himself as he met another pair of golden eyes in the pool. A familiar... daunting sense creeped up his spine as he looked at the golden eyes staring back at him, like he had somehow seen or met this person before... but he didn't remember doing it. His jaw slackened as he watched one of the various women in the pool sidle over to the familiar woman with golden eyes and bronzed skin, and she smiled as the girl started making **** whining noises to her. Brown plump lips curled upwards as the woman lifted one cum-covered hand out of the water, her body moving just enough to flash most of her massive breasts and raise her hardened brown nipples over the edge of liquid, and then she extended her hand out to the begging girl. She pointed one finger at the girl while John's eyes automatically absorbed and memorized every detail on the goddess' face, and she glared at John through painted eyes. Dark lines of mascara drew John back to her golden gaze even when he tried to look at the rest of the body she had hidden beneath the water.

She opened her mouth to say something... and then paused as the girl wordlessly begging for her slid closer and closed her lips around one of the goddess' fingers. A loud muffled squeal echoed throughout the room as the girl thrashed in place, her lips already slipping off the finger she had been allowed to clean, and then she had to be caught as her thrashing threatened to throw the weaker woman beneath the water. A couple of other people in the pool groped at the girl as they dragged her over to the edge of the pool and pushed her out of it, but they didn't stay with her for long. The girl passed out on her own before long, unable to handle the endless onslaught of bliss on her mind, and was left to twitch, thrash, and give off a goofy smile to the rest of the room while the other people in the pool continued fucking. The goddess scowled at John, giving off a foul expression that quite possibly had never appeared before in that room, and John froze on the spot.

He barely managed to stop himself from walking into the pool when he saw how much she disliked him and only barely managed to recognize the fact that he had stripped off all of his gear on his way over to the edge of the pool. The goddess glared at John again, her eyes burning brighter... and then finally spoke up loud enough for everyone in the room to hear her. Her voice wasn't high pitched or low, at least not as far as John could tell. It thrummed and echoed when she spoke, like it wasn't just her that was talking.

"Thief," she declared, and John vanished from sight.

The world around John strained when the room disappeared around him. The women, the sex... everything was gone, and in their place came the familiar crackling sound of fire. Blue furniture fizzled into place to meet him, as well as gray stone brick walls, and John turned to look through a glass window at the whirling landscape of ice and snow that was actually known to him. He was in a certain... cabin again. At least he thought it might be a medieval cabin of sorts. It was hard for him to tell when he was always inside it whenever he visited. Books, candles, and the smell of homemade cookies filled the space around John as he rotated in place and turned to look at the bed he had fucked Hestia on... and the goddess stared back at him. Her wavy brown hair rolled off her shoulders as she straightened up slightly from the bed... but while almost everything looked similar to the last time he had left the place, she had a worried look on her face that was different.

Hell, she was even still covered with his cum. The bed was still left in a wet perverted mess. The goddess was still naked and had a hand tucked between her legs, rubbing around her clit as she tried to change paces faster than her libido would actually allow, and John furrowed his brow. It truly was like no time had passed at all since the last time he had been there. The white seed that had been dripping out of Hestia's womb and pouring from the lips of her used pussy was still wet. She cleared her throat and stood up from the bed, but John barely noticed it.

She was still wet... still aroused enough to keep her nipples erect to the point that they traced circles in the air whenever her breasts bounced. She crossed the room and John became acutely aware of how hard he was when she stepped close enough to make his cock squeeze and slip between the small gap her thighs left even while closed. She pulled him into a hug, and his cock became drenched in liquid as their hips met. She was muttering something about how dangerous it was for her to get involved like that after what Isis had become, but it was a risk she had to take. She wanted him to get rid of the necromancy stuff that he still had and was confused why he still had it... but he didn't answer her.

He couldn't think enough to answer her. His cock was so hard it hurt. It wasn't just his cock either, his balls ached to the point he could feel the pain in his stomach and lower back. He needed release... so instead of answering her, he grabbed her by the butt. His fingers squeezed and dug in deep as he pulled her into a kiss and silenced her for a more important matter...

...and then he thrust into her pussy hard enough to shove Hestia up onto the tips of her toes.