Kisslevania

The two young demon killers took an oaken water lift up the tower, ready to pass through a corridor between towers to reach their next painting, or, if they were lucky, find Stella and Loretta. Jonathan had acquired tons of experience on this journey, and the pole-axe he wielded now was a far cry from the pointed sticks he began with. Charlotte was well-versed in the magical arts, and knew a variety of spells to summon fire, ice, and lighting in order to fell her foes. They hadn’t found a good challenge in a long time, and were growing very confident that in fact they could find the sisters and put an end to this madness. But through two heavy doors on a long catwalk floated a soon to be welcome surprise.

A voluptuous woman with short pink hair, pink boots, soft gloves and a teal and pink corset that stopped… below a pair of thick, plump breasts with stiff nipples that presented themselves flagrantly to the adventurers floated before them. She could do this with a pair of long, leathery bat wings that extended menacingly from her back.

“Hello, how are youuuuu?” the woman licked her lips. There was something magically soothing about her voice.

Jon got his polearm ready and Charlotte opened her book to a random page. But this is the story of what really happened, not of the one-dimensional action in the game. This woman was too promiscuous, too beautiful. She was a real temptress, floating in the air, taking one of her gloved fingers and sticking it in her mouth, sucking for a moment as she removed it, a trail of long saliva coming from it. She was hungry for them, but they both knew it was the wrong kind of hunger.

“Back to the abyss for you!” Jonathan managed to get out, slightly blushing. “What’s the matter, you don’t like me… want me? I want you…” she spoke back. But as he was about to approach the woman teasingly and innocently flapping there, he heard a squeal from at his side, and then a thump of what was probably… a spellbook?

Jonathan looked to his side to see Charlotte keeling over. He watched tendrils of pink magic dust and a few hearts dissipate in a cloud from where Charlotte’s head was, looking in shock behind her and seeing another woman, another figure that had approached the pair. This one was bent over, her pert butt outward as her hand was at her lips, her eyes closed, and her full, lipsticked-lips blowing the magical pink dust. This woman looked almost identical to the one in the pink, except her outfit was purple-themed and the cut of her corset was slightly less modest, her breasts just a little bit larger and her nipples just a little bit more perfectly hard.

“Join your friend, darling… look at me, I want to show you a good time…” the succubus breathed in heavily, causing her large, fleshy breasts to expose outward even more towards Jonathan.

Jonathan was confused at this point- should he give Charlotte a potion? What kind, then? Or, just attack both these enemies? What on earth were these things? And where do babies come from? As he pondered these battle questions in a split second, the pink-haired one made an unexpected shockwave dash (which Jonathan had no idea was possible), leaving trails of herself behind her. Before he could ready his weapon, she pounced upon him and wrapped two soft, pink hands around his face.

“Nice to meet you… my name is Succubus,” she breathily introduced before planting her perfect lips on Jonathan’s and introducing her tongue in a slow lick. Jonathan’s hands were raised in disbelief as he began to struggle against her. Her hands found his long coat and began to run up and down it, dancing along the fabric as he felt the garment that was supposed to protect him causing him pleasure through the feeling of her touch.

Five slow, wonderful, sensual kisses. Her special move, her charming kiss.

She broke the first one, slow, wet and sensual. “Just relax, Jonathan, taste my magic…”

A similarly soothing voice chimed from the distance, “You two look sooo cute together.” This was the other figure, who was now bent down over the sprawled Charlotte, dizzy and barely there. The purple-seductress was running her hands over Charlotte’s body. “Ugh… wh.. h… what…” Charlotte managed to stammer. The seductress put a finger to the girl’s lips and said “Shhh… my name is Lilith… but you can call me Mistress. And now, mistress just wants you to breathe.” She pursed her lips and blew some more wonderful love-mist to Charlotte.

Succubus slowly brushed her thigh and crotch against the end of Jonathan’s coat, and gave the second kiss, deep, slow… “Yes, you love that,” she purred, as Lilith ran her hands over Charlotte, unbuttoning one of the buttons on her top, saying “your body is so beautiful, my lovely, lovely witch.” Hopelessly Jonathan gave in to the third, where he nibbled a little bit. “Yessss… nibble my sweet.” Upon breaking that kiss she turned to her purple accomplice and they both winked at each other in wicked delight, then resumed their sexy work. Charlotte was being bathed in clouds of pink dust, her eyes folded back as Lilith whispered more suggestions into her softly and slowly, and “accidentally” brushed her knee between Charlotte’s legs, resulting in a low moan of pleasure. And Jonathan could still feel those perfect pink hands slowly pulling at his coat, running up and down… up and down…

Succubus gave the last two kisses and whispered more lovely things to Jonathan before breaking the kiss and letting him go, but in her hands was a belt- looks like she managed to unbuckle it with her deft fingers and steal it away. “Should we conquer them now?” This made Jonathan’s ears perk as he wiped his mouth, trying to get out that taste and get to the ground to find his polearm. The kisses had left him dazed and feeling… drained, much weaker, but he was still alright to fight. “Let’s play a little game with them, and make them think they have a chance to escape us, sister.”

“Sounds deeelightful!”

“Are you serious? We’re not going to fall for something like this!” Jonathan yelled.

“No, you don’t want to fight mee….” She teased.

Jonathan stood there in a battle pose as he scurried downward to pick up his weapon. The succubus continued to talk as he watched in the corner of his eye.

“Don’t meet me with that pole, Jonathan… I want the other,” her voice sounded so tempting. “Just listen to my voice… listen to my sweet voice and relax. Relax, Jonathan. Just relax.”

It was so perfectly tempting.

“Wake up, Charlotte!” he cried. He was almost at his weapon. Almost, he could see Lilith grinning out of the corner of the same eye- a grin that looked way too happy, too confident. He was worried. Just as his fingers touched the end of his weapon, he heard that same “Woosh” and spun around to see the sweet face of Succubus again. This time, she took the belt she had previously taken and noosed it around Jonathan’s chest, pulling him in and locking him into another kiss. She tightened the belt to it’s lowest setting, much tighter than anything Jonathan had worn.

“Wake up… Charlotte…” he squeezed out of himself…

She kissed him again. This time, there was no hope. Succubus lowered herself to the ground during the kiss, and bent her wings about herself so that slowly, darkness crept over the corner of Jonathan’s eye as the leathery adornments slowly, very slowly folded around Jonathan, slowly caressing him and bending around him as the talon-tips at the ends interlocked and the leather slowly constricted around his body, Jonathan was completely encased in the soft fabric of her wings. If the belt wasn’t enough, this was his final undoing, his coat four times tighter because of the belt and everything in his world lost because of the wings. Then, on top of that… the wings began to tighten around the bound hero. He moaned in pleasure as Succubus continued to kiss him. He didn’t notice, he was too lost to know, but a couple of feet away, Charlotte was being helplessly constricted by Lilith in a similar cocoon. Encased completely. The folds sealed out all light as she continued to breathe, and so did Charlotte. Eventually the once light-pink dust became so concentrated in the leather that it was a thick, smoky deep purple. This made it easier for her to whisper command after command… “Your journey is over…” and “You’re all mine, relax with me… so tight, just relax… my love, just relax…”

If one had entered the cocoons they would have seen Succubus’ hand on Jonathan’s dick, and Lilith’s finger up Charlotte’s pussy. Two heroes, eventually cumming in unison in the tight, cocooned embraces of their captors. Every kiss, every touch draining hit points until they were completely gone, completely enslaved. Game over.

***

Dracula sat upon his king-size plush coffin at the top of the castle, his lifeless countenance beaming with a rare victorious glee. He had moved his latest painting to the prime spot in the fortress- on the massive wall opposite his bed, for him to view any moment. A painting of Jonathan and Charlotte being dominated. The two demon lovers were frozen, lifeless, kissing their captors passionately as the demonesses grinned with sensual, conquering faces, having utterly hypnotized them. Dracula lay there, pants-less, stroking himself. And a new painting was being painted- one of Charlotte, in a new outfit, joining his demon harem. Not a demon hunter, but a demon fucker, a girl he would soon be experiencing forbidden delights with in the new work of art, the portrait of Charlotte’s ruin.