Stuck...

As he made his way to the center he found himself fighting for every step as he pulled his foot from between two of the fallen mannequins he did not see that the room dropped into a lower level and he tumbled down knocking over many of the mannequins around him. His back hits what feels like the soft fur of what looked to be another female werewolf and the battered Eve falls directly on top of him. "Dammit," he says attempting to pull himself free from the fallen mound only to find that every time he pulls an apendage loose something falls somewhere else trapping him deeper. He could not believe it, he was sinking in human quicksand. "What the hell is going on," his struggles became more and more desprate as he went from slowly trying to remove himself in an attempt not to damage anything, to what is now full on panic mode. As he stopped to take assessment of the situation he looked up as the Eve which was the whole reason he was there lied inches from his face. She still held her lips in that kiss as if mocking him for his carelessness. He wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, but he knew no one was there and even if someone was how could he explain being pinned down like this.

He tries flailing one more time in a futile attempt to get free when he feels something across his crotch. What made this situation worse was it was directly on his penis. "How in the hell did my shorts come off, I knew I should have worn underwear." This was an ultimate embarassment. What if Lillan came back? What if someone entered the museum? Or, what if Lilith saw this? She would probably think I am some creeper that humps mannequins. He tried to struggle to remove whatever was on his crotch but it seemed to not move and because Eve was blocking his view he could not see what was happening. Unfortunately, the friction on his penis was causing it to slowly get harder and harder until it was at full attention. "Fuck," he forces out of gritted teeth now completely aroused by both whatever was on his crotch and the fact that he hasn't had any action in months. "I have to get free, this is ridiculous." He ended up in what was close to thirty minutes of struggling, shifting, and grinding that had him in a state of ectasy he was completely ashamed of being in. He began to pant, not able to determine if it was fatigue from fighting to get free or the feeling that he was on the verge of exploding from the attention of inadament objects. Eve still stared, mocking, eyes locked on to his, something in her told him she was controlling all of it, but how? She was not real...right? As he pondered this last question his will disappeared, whatever was on him was doing a number and he released all of his tension. His head jerked forward involuntarily and his lips landed directly on to hers. "Is this what she wanted?" he thought to himself "No it can't be, she is not real and I am sick." As he laid his head back breathing to suck in air he pulled his arm free with what felt like little to no resistence. Actually, he was able to free every part of his body without much of a struggle. He was free, he pulled the battered Eve off of him and cleaned up what looked to be one of the random replacement succubus head that laid between his legs. "What just happened?" He wondered "Was I ****?" "No, how could I? These are mannequins, giant dolls. I think I just lost it and popped...yeah thats it, it is this place, I mean I have been on edge this whole time, that's it." He finished putting everything back and proceeded to replace Eve without a hitch. He searched around the bodies for any sign of "him" but there was none to be found, in fact there was very little sign of it on him. He was relieved to not have to clean it, but in the back of his mind he wondered why such an intense orgasm had so little left over.

Just like that, he remove the incident from his brain and promised to never speak of it to anyone. He was horny and that was it...or at least that is what he told himself.