“Annnnnd we’re live! Heyyy chat!” 

A camera feed flickered on, revealing a dimly lit attic, drenched in musty cobwebs and flickering shadows, and holding at its centre three cloaked figures, knelt in reverent prayer around an opened tome on the ground. The grim tone of the scene was betrayed only by the wide grin splitting the cheeks of the figure in the middle of the camera frame, shining eyes framed by a tumble of teal hair escaping the confines of her hood. She flashed a wink to the camera, and launched into a well-practised introduction, taking on a high-pitched voice practically caked in pink candy and gumdrops; “Whassup y’all! It’s ya girl, Elodie Spookz, back at it again with some more hot, horrifying content!” With a flourish, she flared the body of her cloak, giving the camera a peek at a lithe, barely-clothed body underneath. “Ah-ah! The good stuff’s for later~! Now, tonight, we’ve got some ooey gooey spooks to sho-” 

The figure to the right pulled their hood down and rattled off an interruption in a bored tone. “Really El Do you have to put on the whole, ‘ooey gooey’ shit?” Their lowered hood revealed a decidedly reddish shock of hair, cut close to the skin in a pixie cut, framing a sharply angled, androgynous face. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve even got any viewers yet.” 

An exaggerated pout fell across Elodie’s face, as she pivoted back towards the camera. “Awww, looks like Mithril’s feeling a lil grumpy tonight! After all, we dragged them out at the toll of-”

“Dammit, El, I’m not grumpy, I just can’t stand that whole act you put on!”

The two fell into a chittering argument in the background, as the last figure shuffled closer to the camera, dropping their own hood. Underneath was an unmistakably boyish face, enhanced by a layer of goth-like makeup, with heavy green eyeliner to match his hair, and lips outlined in jade. “Okay, sorry about those two, this is just their thing. I’m gonna at least say what we’re doing now so we can pick it up on the recording later, alright?” His question got no response other than a yelled “FINE” from his two bickering companions, so he pressed on, kneeling in front of the camera. 

“So, um, hi, Riley here. Basically, El found this old book in a yard sale that promises to be some sort of sex magic book, and she kinda dragged the rest of us out here to, uh, test out some of the spells.” He shuffled aside, allowing the camera to see the book splayed open on the wooden floor of the attic, barely able to make out the smudges of strange runic letters and the smear of what promised to be especially lurid diagrams. “And, since the book calls for, uh, both penises and vaginas–”

A sudden yelp from Elodie halted his speech, “HEY! I told you, always say cocks and cunts, it’s better for the, argh, get- off, the algorithms!” Her protests had to be cut off by Mithril tackling her to the ground, play-fighting with a little more emphasis on the fight than play. 

Riley shrugged, turned back to the camera, and finished off. “... Calls for, cocks and cunts, ahem, so that’s why we’re all here! And, uh, I think we’ll be getting started once…” he turned to gesture at the scrap still ongoing behind him, with Mithril currently holding the thrashing, and occasionally giggling, form of Elodie down, “this all wraps up.” 

The camera caught the odd glimpse of whatever Elodie was wearing beneath her cloak as the playful brawl began to slow down, showing mostly nothing but bare skin, perhaps with a few strips of fabric to hide away the “good stuff.” A faint blush came to Riley’s cheeks, that he disguised by shuffling back next to the book. He looked down at the page, frowning at the strange script. “Hey, El? You definitely know how to read this, right?”

“UGH!” An exasperated shout came from the small pile of bodies in the background of the camera’s view, as Elodie finally picked herself out of Mithril’s grip. “Yes, of course I know how to read it! There’s like, a guide that came with it, and I had it… uh… somewhere…” Her hands went as if to check some pockets underneath her cloak, but found nothing but overexposed flesh. “Well, anyway, I memorised enough of it!” With a dramatic flourish, Elodie swept to her feet, cloak billowing around her, and took on a dramatic, if still sickly sweet, tone. “Gather round, fellow occultists! Let us read from… the Sexonomicon!”

A moment passed, before Mithril and Riley both dissolved into laughter, Elodie standing in her pose, ignoring them. Mithril, through giggles, spluttered out, “S-, Sexo-nomicon? Seriously?  Did you come up with that, El?” 

“Oh shut up you two! Ugh, whatever, let’s just get started, okay?” Elodie flopped down next to the other two, peering down at the opened tome. “Okay, I’ve picked this one out ‘cuz it sounds hot, it reads… uh…” A few moments went by as she squinted down at the page, trying to remember how to unravel the strange runic alphabet. “Incantation… For… Hmmmm… Tormentous… Pleasure. Yeah!” 

Riley and Mithril shared a glance over the book, before Mithril spoke up. “Tormentous Pleasure, El? Are you sure? I don’t really like the sound of whatever ‘Tormentous’ means.” 

With a passive wave of her hand, Elodie brushed the concern aside. “Yep! It’ll be fine, don’t worry, I read the description and it was totally, super hot. I’d translate it, but, the viewers don’t want that! Right, guys?” She flashed another wink to the camera, throwing up a peace sign. 

Riley leaned over, closer to the camera, looking at a screen behind it. “We… currently have no viewers, El.”

“Shut up! Anyway, the spell requires…” The three set about preparing the space for the ritual, chalk lines drawn in a wide circle around all three, runes inscribed in precise spots along the outer edge, strange materials placed at specific points – a chunk of quartz (borrowed from Mithril’s mother’s jewellery drawer), a square mirror (the top half of Riley’s makeup palette, ripped out despite his protests), and a cup of moonlight (a bowl filled with water reflecting the sky through the window of the attic, hurriedly filled by Elodie running downstairs). Soon enough, the setup was done, and the three returned to kneeling in the circle. 

“Now, the fun part! Cloaks off!” Elodie proclaimed, shedding her cloak with a dramatic swirl for the camera. Mithril and Riley were a lot more restrained, bundling up their garments and setting them aside, revealing that all three were wearing much the same, and not much at all. Wrapped around their bodies were thin straps of fabric, barely covering their nipples and genitals – with Riley’s cock already poking through the wraps at his crotch. He shuffled his knees slightly, trying to adjust it to not expose too much to the camera, but simply resigned himself to hiding his face behind his hair. 

Mithril casually spread themselves out, now free of the cloak, caring little for all of the exposed skin. “So, what’s next El? You were super cagey about this part.”

Elodie was currently going through a litany of poses for the camera, making sure to show off their chest bulging against the straps, pushing their hips forward to tease at what was beneath the thin fabric, showing off, but Mithril’s question pulled her back. “Ah, right, yes! The last two ingredients are, ‘seed of the shaft, water of the slit’, so…” Elodie placed a cup between the two other summoners, a wide grin on her lips. “I’ve got to read the incantation, so it’s up to you two! Have fun!”

The two turned towards her, slowly. Mithril was the one to speak first, “What does, ‘up to you two’ mean, El? You want us to, what, jerk off in the cup?” It prompted a disbelieving laugh from Mithril, but Riley let out a squeak of protest. 

“N-no way! I can barely put up with wearing all, all this, but… Seriously, El, what the hell?”

Seemingly ignoring her two companions, with a slanted grin on her face, Elodie simply began to speak the words from the tome, stuttering and halting at first but forging onwards, her mouth contorting into unfamiliar shapes and uttering harsh, guttural syllables that none of them had properly heard before. 

“El, come on, what the hell are you doing? This is going a bit far, no?” Mithril’s blasé tone was stark against Riley’s frantic and panicked protests, the shy boy practically on the verge of tears.

Then, as Elodie crossed the first page of the incantation, something strange began to happen. Unprompted, even as he let out the first sob of his oncoming cry, Riley’s hand reached down, and wrapped firmly around his rapidly hardening shaft. He looked down in shock, and then looked up to watch Mithril’s hand slip beneath the fabric of their own wrappings, pressing against a cunt that had begun to throb and ache in need for pleasure. Mithril spoke first, a puzzled expression barely crossing their face. “Huh… that’s weird.”

The pair, unbidden, shuffled closed to each other, Riley’s hand pulling his cock free of its barely-there covering, revealing a rock-hard shaft, tightly clasped in his palm. Slowly, his arm began to stroke, back and forth, and despite his own protestations, he could feel a twisted sort of pleasure rapidly building up, deep inside his core, all of the sensation with none of the arousal. His eyes locked with Mithril, whose expression carefully hid any of their own feelings, even as their fingers plunged deep into their aching, desperate cunt, slick and wet. Their fingers found their g-spot automatically, pressing against it in just the right way. If they were alone, they might have left a single moan slip past their lips, but not here, not in front of these two. Instead, they just turned to Elodie, a frown on their face. “Elodie, this is getting really fucking odd, you should–”

An interruption came in the form of a lightning strike outside, the sudden boom signalling a switch in the lighting of the attic – the shadows drew in closer, looming over the summoning circle as Elodie continued her chant. A drawn-out creak rumbled its way through the house, and both Riley and Mithril could feel the presence of something standing directly behind them, yet their necks refused to turn around to look at it. All they could do was continue to endure their own bodies assaulting them with pleasure, pushing them towards an unholy orgasm. Riley, spluttering and tearful, called out; “P-please, Elodie, just stop it already! This is, so fucked up! I’m, I’m- Ah!”

Riley and Mithril’s bodies suddenly, spontaneously began to orgasm, Mithril’s hand pulling away from their cunt loaded with slick juices, dripping them into the cup in the centre of the circle even as Riley’s shaft spurted out heavy, thick bursts of cum. The concoction mixed in the vessel, and immediately began to change. The off-white fluid darkened to an oily, inky black, beginning to bubble and boil, the acrid scent of ozone filling the air. 

Elodie’s still-chanting mouth widened into a grin, and it looked as if she tried for a moment to halt her own speech to insert some witty comment, but a frown replaced any expression as her voice marched on. She tried again as Riley and Mithril fell back from the chalice, fear finally breaking through Mithril’s impassive exterior, as the bubbling mixture of sexual fluids began to spill over the rim of the cup, far more liquid than could have ever possibly been inside beginning to coat the surface of the summoning circle. Riley tried to crawl towards Elodie in the hopes of cutting her off, but a sudden and violent lurch pushed him back into place, holding him still, forcing him to watch as Elodie began to lift into the air. 

Another flicker of the candles, and suddenly they all blew out, yet the light in the room didn’t change. An unholy glow emanated from the air above the chalice, tinted an impossible shade of purple, as Elodie’s eyes went black. Riley let out a terrified scream as a shadowy figure began to shimmer in the air over the circle, Mithril letting loose a, “Oh my god!”, and suddenly the dark tar of the circle gave way, and the trio were pulled down into the void below the universe. 

The room, now empty, instantly settled back to normality. All that was left was a camera on a tripod, the red recording light blinking steadily, attached to a laptop, streaming to nobody. Silence. 

A moment later, the circle of tar returned, and a rumbling, demonic giggle sounded in the empty room. A gurgling, not-quite-feminine voice spoke to thin-air, saying, “Come and see~!” before the camera was suddenly dragged downwards. The feed blacked out. For a while. 

The video feed returned with a slow fade from black, revealing a red smear that quickly clarified into an unimaginable sight. The camera looked out into what could only be described as a living chamber, walls made of red, fleshy growths, twitching and twisting in constant, slow motion. The sound of a dull, wet pulse filled the air, and everything was illuminated by that same unearthly glow. It was no less than a vision of hell. 

A set of heavy, thumping footsteps approached the camera from behind, and suddenly it was lifted off the ground. A deep gurgling laugh came from behind its view. “Let’s go see how our stars are doing, shall we? Who first… ah, let’s start here~!” The camera was carried through the twisting, writhing tunnels of this hellish domain, the steady pulse occasionally interrupted by screams or moans. As it rounded a corner, carried by whatever had picked it up, a new sound began to rise in the background – muffled and indistinct, but still clearly understandable as whines of desperation and intense lust escaping through some sort of gag.

The camera was focused on a bulging spot on the wall, at first indistinguishable from the rest of the fleshy surface, before it suddenly began to twist and shift. Tentacles unravelled from around a human form, the moans becoming louder as more of the body was revealed. The tendrils traced teasing paths along the lithe, androgynous form of the person as they pulled back, until finally the entirety of their torso was exposed – it was Mithril, firmly secured to the firmament of this hellscape. 

Their limbs had been almost entirely encased in the throbbing flesh of the wall, buried up to the joints, and their head had been encased in a pillar of throbbing flesh, pulsing in rhythmic patterns, its “mouth” wrapped tight around their neck. Between their legs lay a tangle of tentacles, steadily pushing in and out of their holes, stroking a clit that looked grossly oversized, drenched in lubrication – whether produced by their own body or from the tentacles themselves, it was impossible to tell. Their chest hadn’t escaped notice either, with a pair of tendrils latched onto an enormous pair of nipples, constantly slurping and nibbling, flooding them with more pleasure. Another gurgling, teasing chuckle sounded from behind the camera, “This one always prided themselves on how stoic they were in the face of pleasure, never reacting to it, so resilient! I wonder how they’re doing now?”

With a wet slurp, the column over Mithril’s head pulled away, revealing a wide-eyed and desperate face beneath, with a mouth still plugged by the thick, throbbing shaft of a tentacle. It slowly retracted up out of their mouth, accompanied by a decadent, whorish moan. As soon as it was free, they launched into an incoherent, unhinged stream of consciousness, snippets of “please let me cum!” and “it feels so fucking good!” barely coming together amidst the torrent of lust. 

“It’s only been a few years in their perception since I let them orgasm… I think a few more will do the trick~!” A hand reached out from behind the camera, or something like one – it was constructed from tendrils coiled into the shape of an arm, splayed out into “fingers” at its tip. One finger pressed itself to Mithril’s lips, who immediately set about sucking and slurping it in a lustful display. “Shhh-shh-shh.” The voice of whatever was holding the camera took on a teasing tone, asking, “Mithril? What would you give up to be allowed to cum~?”

Mithril’s eyes went wide, excitement filling their features, not even an attempt made to hide their expression. “ANYTHING!”

“That’s a good human~”

Suddenly, the tendril slammed back down over their head, and Mithril was pulled back into the wall, soon just another whimpering bulge in the fleshy surface, indistinguishable without knowing exactly where to look. The camera pulled away, as a satisfied sigh left the creature holding the camera. “Oh, they were a fun one to break! They’ll be where I want them soon enough. Next up, onto dear little Riley~!”

The moans and pleas of Mithril faded away into the ever-present pulse of the fleshy tunnels, but soon an altogether different sound began to take the forefront. Primal, feral grunts, mixed with the wet slap of flesh pounding on flesh. “This poor boy used to be so shy, so unconfident! So, I had a go at… changing some things!” Rounding a corner, the camera took in the sight of what clearly used to be Riley, rutting into an oversized pair of cuntlips seemingly built into the wall. His arms had been wrapped up in a red, leathery armbinder, and a thick, throbbing tendril had plugged itself in his rear, but his body was mostly free. 

A wave of the tendril-hand from behind the camera, and Riley was pulled back by a tendril grabbing his armbinder, his cock sliding out of the wall-cunt with a loud slurp. Hanging from between his legs, obviously twisted and mutated by some hellish magic, was an absolutely enormous shaft, tinged a dark purple and visibly throbbing with every heartbeat. Denied his mindless pleasure, Riley erupted into a litany of grunts and whines, hips trying to push his shaft back into the slick, wet hole he had been enjoying. “Awww, poor thing~ He doesn’t really think of much, anymore, just whatever he can fuck…” The tendril-hand reached out to softly stroke along the length of the oversized cock, wrapping around it for a single stroke that caused a massive pulse of precum to spurt out onto the fleshy floor. “Riley, dear, what would you give up to fuck that delicious hole, right now?”

The answer came haltingly, interspersed with grunts and snorts of feral lust, but it was clear enough. “ANYTHING!”

“That’s a good human~”

With that, the tendril holding him back was released, and Riley wasted no time in plunging back into the gaping cunt in the wall, falling back into his pattern of mindless rutting and grunting, pushing forwards into the hole while the tendril inside him pulled back, an unending display of primal lust. “Isn’t he just adorable?” the voice said, wistful. 

The camera pulled away, trudging back towards the chamber it had arrived in. “And, last but not least! Little Elodie, the attention whore, what have I done with her? Well, truth is…” The camera was turned around, allowing it to finally catch a glimpse of the creature that had been carrying it through this twisted place. The overall silhouette was unmistakably feminine, curvy, sensually built, but even a cursory look revealed that there was something wrong with it. The form was constructed of dozens, hundreds of tentacles all wrapped together, combined into a single body. The voice came from above, a grin audible in every syllable. “She’s actually been along for the ride all along.” 

The tendrils of the demon’s torso began to unravel, revealing a scant glance at the form of Elodie contained inside, her eyes hidden behind a wrapping of tendrils, mouth sealed around a thick, pulsing shaft, cunt plugged up by a slithering, sliding pair of tentacles. With her skin exposed to the outside, she began to twist and writhe desperately, seemingly aware of the attention given to her, and utterly overwhelmed by it. Spasms wracked her body as orgasm after orgasm surged into her frame. “What would you give up to be hidden away again, Elodie~?”

Muffled through the tendril, but distinct and drenched in so much pleasure it began to become painful, the response was clear. “ANYTHING!”

“That’s a good human~”

The tendrils wrapped her back up, sealing her away with nothing but a final, plaintive moan of relief to even indicate that she was there to begin with. The demon gave her belly a pat, mocking her “package”, before bringing the camera up to eye level. Its face was revealed, a twisting, constantly deforming imprint of an expression made from tendrils constantly coiling in and out of each other, yet a twisted smile was unmistakably plastered across it. “I’ll be keeping these darlings here for a little while more, but they’ll all be fine in the end. It is “Tormentous” pleasure, not “Infinite”, after all! In the meantime, toodaloo~” It gave a delicate, teasing wave with one of its tendril hands, before the camera feed jerked sharply upwards and went black once more. 

A crack ripped open the fabric of the world on the floor of an old wooden attic, barely ten minutes after it had last been occupied. From within, three figures were spat out, collapsing to the ground as reality reasserted itself. The trio, bare naked, immediately let out a raucous cacophony of moans as they were hit with the post-orgasmic shocks from years of torment inside the demon’s realm, bodies twisting, twitching, contorting in painful pleasure until they finally, finally settled back down to almost-normal. An exhausted, disbelieving voice called out, “What… the… fuck…” to no reply, until one started to crawl towards the camera. Looking at the laptop, the owner of the long, green hair let his eyes go wide, then broke into a choking, desperate laugh. “Guys… you won’t believe this…”

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