The cool air of the evening wrapped around Eric like a blanket made of ice. Smoke billowed from his car’s engine, trapping him at least an hour away from civilization in all directions. He sat in the driver’s seat, pulled out his phone, and sighed at the NO SERVICE signal.
“Great. Knew I should’ve gotten a hotel in Hawthorne,” he muttered. A slight sense of dread started to come over him as he realized he may need to spend a cold night in his car, alone, in the middle of nowhere. The forest surrounding him on all sides felt close and suffocating in the face of an emergency. Thick, humid air felt heavy in his lungs. In the distance, thunder rolled over the trees. A storm was coming.
He opened his phone again and lifted it up as high as his arms could reach, hoping for a blip of service to call for help.
“Come on,” he pleaded. But there was nothing. Eric cursed and shivered as tiny rain drops began to fall on his head. “Damn,” he said, resigning to his fate.
Just as he was about to tuck himself away in the back of his car, hoping to preserve as much body heat as possible, he noticed a small light shining down the road. He peered through the darkness before he realized it must mean someone lived nearby.
‘A house? A phone I can use?’ Eric thought. Going to a stranger’s house in the middle of the woods wasn’t ideal, but sleeping in the cold wasn’t any better. He closed the hood of his car, locked the doors, and then approached the light. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed there were actually two lights.
They were on an old, ornate iron wrought gate connected to two brick pillars partially overgrown with tree trunks. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and held it as he got closer, hoping it wasn’t locked. To his astonishment, the gate was partially held open by a thick tree root that had grown through the ground. The ground beyond the gate was paved with heavily overgrown cobblestone. Fall leaves stuck to Eric’s legs as the wind began to pick up.
After what seemed like an eternity, the woods cleared, and the road opened to a plaza in front of a looming mansion. Lamps lit the area enough to see the front door opposite him. As he approached, the rain began to beat down, and he felt a pang of fear that the house was abandoned or that no one would hear him through the storm. Eric reached for the giant knockers and swung them as hard as he could.
As he hit the door, it swung open easily, and he fell to the floor.
The storm outside fell to a whisper as the door closed behind him with a gentle click. He stood up, still shivering, and felt like he was in a dream as he looked around. The inside of the house was completely opposite from the overgrown mess outside. The foyer was well-lit and comfortably decorated. A grand staircase made of dark, polished wood was in front of him, with doors on either side of the massive room.
“Hello?” Eric called out. He had expected to see whoever let him in, but there was no one. He heard faint giggling to his right and turned to follow the sound. Then he heard soft speaking directly behind him.
“Fiona, look, a human man,” said an excited woman’s voice. Eric turned around, ready to greet his host. But, again, there was no one there.
“Yes, it’s been too long,” said another voice behind him. It sounded hungrier than the first.
His arm was lifted by an unseen force, making him jump.
“He’s dripping everywhere,” said the first voice above him this time.
“And shaking, the poor little thing.”
“Who’s there? W- Where are you?” Eric said, wondering if the long road trip had drained his sanity. All those hours alone with only the yellow and white stripes on the road to accompany him.
“Over here,” the voices sang out behind him.
Eric turned and found himself face to face with two tall, ghostly pale women standing directly over him, gazing down with curiosity and excitement. One was taller than the other, but both stood head and shoulders above him. He glanced up with a sheepish smile; his wet clothes clung to his skin.
Both wore unique styles of old ornate ballroom gowns that squeezed their massive breasts into their chins and cinched their waists. Eric could see their light purple areolas peeking out from beyond the fabric. The taller one had a more form-fitting skirt that clung to her wide hips and cut off at the thighs. The other had a flowing floor-length skirt. Both women had stark white hair to match their gowns, but one had hers up in a loose bundle, while the other had hers down her sides. There was an otherworldly glow to their eyes. One had pink and the other blue. Eric couldn’t help but fixate on their round cheeks and huge lips, and the taller one had her tongue hanging out, which reached to the brooch on her chest.
The taller one with the pink eyes retracted her tongue with a devilish grin and spoke,
“Oh, he’s cute, Anne,” her voice belonged to the second girl he heard. She cooed while tucking a finger under his chin, examining him closely. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
“E-Eric,” he said bashfully. He stammered and turned red under their gaze.
“Eric?” The shorter one with the blue eyes, which must be Fiona, said, kneeling down to his height.
“Well, Eric. I’m Fiona, and this is Annette,” she said, gesturing at the taller woman – who was looking at him with an intensity he couldn’t place but still made him nervous. Eric noticed that both women had tiny fangs. He gulped and wondered if they were planning to eat him for dinner.
“Welcome to Twilight Manor,” she said with a bow, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had such an,” she paused. Her eyes assessed him from top to bottom, scrutinizing, “esteemed guest,” she finished with a smirk.
Annette flitted her fingers, and Eric felt a strange aura around him and a tingling down his spine that made him blush again. When the feeling faded, his clothes dried in an instant, as did the puddle of rain that soaked the landing. He shivered as warmth overcame him and took his first full breath since he burst through the door. “There you go, Tiny Eric,” she said with a knowing smile.
In one movement, Fiona leaned down, picked him up by his coat, held him in her arms, lifted her legs, and started to float through the foyer. Eric clung to her and shouted in surprise. He looked down and only saw a wisp of smoke where her legs had been. Both women laughed, their breasts bouncing in their corsets. Eric looked over to see Annette floating next to her.
“You mean you didn’t notice? That we’re ghosts?” She said while turning her body transparent and weaving through a wall and back. His mouth was open in a wordless exclamation, barely able to process let alone respond to what he just saw.
“Most humans don’t know about all the things that go bump in the night,” Annette continued, “but don’t worry, we can keep you safe from them,” she said with another devilish grin.
Eric felt a strange mixture of fear and arousal, which made him squirm in confusion.
“You must greet the Madame of the house,” Fiona said, “It’s not often such a fragile little human stumbles through the door. She’ll make sure you’re well taken care of,” she finished with a sultry tone.
—
“My, my, what have you brought me, my dear Fiona?”
A sizable pale woman, bigger still than Annette, rose from a chair in front of the fireplace and floated over to them. She towered over both girls, had dark hair that was neatly curled and fastened to her scalp. She wore a simple, elegant silver dress that glittered in the firelight. Her tits and hips stretched the fabric to its absolute limits. Her eyes glowed like emeralds, and her large lips were painted a sultry red.
Fiona set Eric on the plush imported carpet near the fireplace.
“He came in from outside, Madam Nora,” Annette said.
“He was soaked to the bone,” Fiona said.
Madame Nora looked down at Eric and raised an eyebrow.
“And what brought you to my manse in this dreadful weather?” She asked, waving her hand towards the window. Lightning and rain silently raged outside. Eric shivered at her attention. Her voice felt comforting and silky in his mind. A loud pop from the fireplace startled him back to his ghostly hosts.
“M-My- My car-“ Eric struggled to get a word out. His face was flushed red. “My car – broke…I-it broke down.”
“I see,” Madame continued to stare her down over her ample bosom; Fiona and Annette were peering at him from behind her.
“The storm’s still terrible,” Annette said.
“He may need refuge for the night,” Fiona chimed in.
“Indeed. Our little Eric is a fragile thing, isn’t he?” Madame Nora said, tilting her head down at him. “I doubt he’d make it through the night.” The girls looked at her with big, pleading eyes before she finally relented.
“Fine,” she said, making the girls jump with excitement. Madame Nora looked at Eric,
“My hospitality isn’t free, however. My girls and I have certain…needs,” she said while kneeling next to him, “and it’s been too long since we’ve had a human visitor.”
“I-I understand,” Eric squeaked. “I don’t have m-much money b-but I can pay you f-“
“Oh, money isn’t what we had in mind, Eric.”
She ran one of her palms up Eric’s sides and down his torso, and he tensed in seconds. His face flushed red again, and the rouge spread down his chest under his clothes. He shivered and gasped as she started rubbing her thumb on his cock.
“Mmmm,” she said with a devilish look, “Yes, you’ll do just fine.” Eric looked at her with wide eyes, embarrassed and exhausted.
“Aww, did he cum already?! How cute!” Fiona said. Annette started giggling deviously.
Madame Nora stood and floated to the door. “Girls, take him to one of the guest rooms. I have some business to finish. Don’t worry, Eric. You’ll be seeing me again soon,” she said with calm confidence, then phased through the wall.
—
Fiona bounced and clapped her hands while Annette got closer to Eric to inspect him. She picked him up with ease, but he was too tired from all the excitement of the evening to react.
“Oh, Madame tired him out already, look! Don’t worry. I’ll get you fixed up.” She waved her fingers, and Eric felt the strange, warm, tingling sensation of magic again. His limbs felt less heavy in an instant, energy and stamina started to return, and the fog in his brain began to clear. “There you go,” she cooed.
Annette slung Eric over her shoulder and floated back through the foyer with Fiona in tow. “Maybe I should see if the room is even tidy,” Fiona said, zipping past them and up the stairs. “It’s been so long since a non-spectral form was here!”
Fiona was in the center of the large bedroom when Annette kicked the door open. Her eyes were closed. “Hold on, just a-” she strained and outstretched her arms, and particles of light appeared all over the room, floated up, and vanished in the air. “That takes care of the dust,” she said triumphantly. “And next,” she aimed her hands at the bed, and each layer of linens floated up, and the same light effect happened on them too. “There! All clean!”
“For now anyways,” Annette said. Eric gulped. She set him down on the ground, and he again found himself towered over by his ghostly hosts.
“Let’s clean you up, too,” Fiona said. “You smell like mud and dead leaves,” she said with a slight grimace on her face. Eric found himself feeling insecure but before he could respond, she flicked her hand at him, and his clothes flew off into the wall. His hands dove down to preserve his dignity, but it was too late.
“Oh, look how small he is!” Fiona said delightfully. She sat beside him, hiked up her skirt, and spread her pussy. “His cock is almost as big as my clit!” Annette leaned down to inspect both of them more closely and nodded her head in agreement. Eric could barely get a word out, but his dick was rock hard. Fiona disappeared and reappeared behind him, whispering in his ear, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, Eric,” she said.
She reached her arms out in front of him and waggled her fingers, and he began to glow like the room. Every bit of evidence that he had been caught in a flash storm was gone in seconds. The chill down his spine made him whine and squirm.
“Aww, easily excited, are we?” Fiona said, “Now, what will we do with such a needy little guest?”
“I have an idea,” Annette said, then leaned down, and her impossibly long tongue began to explore his thighs. She pulled down on her dress, releasing her tits to press on him while she went to work. Eric blushed intensely and moved his hands to his face without thinking, and Annette jumped on the chance. She leaned down, gently engulfing his cock and balls in her thick, wet lips. He couldn’t last thirty seconds before he exploded in her mouth, and Fiona giggled behind her.
Before he could lean into the euphoria of release, he felt the tingle again, and his stamina returned. He met with Annette’s glowing, hungry eyes as she went for it again. Eric couldn’t hold back. He never could. Another thirty seconds, and his cum was dripping down her tongue again. Annette moaned loudly, and Fiona pressed his head into her chest as he felt the ghostly magic bring him back for more. He felt Fiona’s huge, slick tongue on his neck and down his spine, making him shiver and cum again.
“Wow, this is so easy!” Fiona said, “Feeling a little out of your depth, Eric?”
He could only whimper in response. His cock felt tender and sensitive, but his body kept going.
Annette sat up. Her eyes were heavy with lust as she swallowed Eric’s cum. “You should try him, Fiona. He’s delicious,” her voice dripped with bliss.
She peeled the rest of her clothes off and switched sides with Fiona, who had also taken her clothes off.
Annette pressed her voluptuous body against him from behind. At the same time, Fiona used her breasts to hold him in place from the front as she explored him with her tongue. He twitched and moaned with pleasure when she found his cock, and collected her first share of his cum.
“Mmm, I want more…” Fiona said in a daze.
The room was filled with soft, wet sounds and desperate moans. Eric was soon lost in a loop of uncontrollable pleasure, his body pushed beyond any ordinary means for a human. Fiona drank his cum like it was her lifeblood. He had lost count when she pulled away, her breasts and mouth dripping with cum. She pulled him into a deep, wet kiss, flicking his tongue with hers.
Annette lifted him up and pressed him between her tits and Fiona’s. They made out for a stepmoment while Annette rubbed against Fiona to get her own tits sticky and slick with Eric’s cum. They both snaked their tongues around his body and pressed his cock between them, massaging and groping every tender spot on his body. He was helplessly trapped between the two massive ghost women, cumming uncontrollably repeatedly as their bodies got wetter. The pleasure seemed never ending until Fiona pulled away. There were tendrils of cum and saliva between their bodies, and Eric was nearly covered.
“Look what a mess you’ve made already, Eric,” Annette said while playing with their juices between her fingers. “Such a naughty boy.”
Eric’s cock twitched threateningly at the sight of them playing with each other. Their tongues explored each other’s breasts, flicked their hard nipples, and dove between their legs. They moaned and ground on each other’s thighs before Eric started to whimper.
“Aww, feeling a bit left out, sugar?” Fiona said, scooping him up and placing him on the vast, regal bed. “Sorry, pleasing each other is a force of habit,” she said.
Eric’s tiny cock stood at attention as she floated above him, then manifested great, thick thighs around his legs and torso. She lowered her warm, wet pussy onto his firm cock and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as he cried out and spilled his cum all over his stomach and her clit.
“Haha, couldn’t even make it inside, could you!?” She teased with a grin. Her eyes glowed, and she magically pulled his cock back from the brink again, only to be set upon by Fiona’s more-than-eager pussy. She gasped the next time he came, “Some got in that time!”
Annette lay on the bed next to him. She poked her tongue between her lips, eating every moan and whimper as Fiona used her magic to pull more orgasms from his tiny frame. Her head was almost twice the size of his. He was indeed at the mercy of his attentive and insatiable hosts.
“Fionaaa~” Annette whined, “It’s my turn now!” She pouted.
“Ahhh, one sec,” she said, closing her eyes. Eric’s mouth dropped open in another earth-shattering orgasm. She broke into a triumphant smile, then lifted off him. The mix of their juices stuck to her thighs, ass, and pussy as she moved away.
Annette’s magic touched him, warming him from the inside. The feeling itself was starting to make him horny in anticipation. Warm wetness enveloped his body again as Annette pressed the mattress down around him, trapping him between her thighs.
She traced her tongue down his body with a devilish smirk, making him cum so hard he hit his own cheek. Fiona swooped in to lick him clean immediately as Annette brought his cock back again.
“Good boy,” she said softly, lowering herself on him more. Eric shouted as he came almost instantly, earning more laughs and teasing from Fiona and Annette. He lost count of how many he had just five minutes later.
“Well, I see you both are keeping our guest entertained,” a low voice called from the door. Eric jumped at the sound. In his daze, he had forgotten about his debt to Madame Nora. Annette pulled one more orgasm from Eric’s cock, and left him a quivering, sticky mess on the bed.
“We were warming him up for you, Madame,” Annette said.
“He’s fun!” Fiona said enthusiastically.
Madame Nora stuck out her tongue, twice as big as Annette’s, and licked her pussy and thighs. To Eric, it almost felt like a greeting. Madame hummed approvingly as her tongue retracted back and turned to Eric.
“You look positively ravished, boy,”
Eric looked up at her with knitted eyebrows. His voice was too hoarse to speak after his “warm-up” with the girls. Madame tutted as she approached the bed, and her dress melted into nothing. Every step she took, she grew bigger until her head almost hit the bedroom’s vaulted ceiling. She softly plucked Eric from the bed, and he fit neatly in her palm.
She brought him to her face and parted her lips, and her tongue came out, searching for his sweet spot with incredible precision for something so large. He squirmed and thrust and soon came again under the weight of her tongue. She smirked with her eyes fixed on him, and he felt her magic touch him, but it was more intense than Annette and Fiona’s.
A wave washed over Eric from the top of his scalp down to his toes and lingered. A simple, blissful pleasure.
“Now, we’ll get even more of him.” She said in a low tone that shook Eric’s bones. She brought her other hand up, gently rubbed his cock with the pad of her index finger, and tensed and came harder, but his cock kept spurting cum in long, thick ropes. Unbridled pleasure overtook Eric, and he threw his head back in her palm as he came all over himself.
“There, there,” Madame said, rubbing on him with particular affection. He twitched and whimpered relentlessly, still cumming on her hand. “Such a cute little thing.”
Eric opened his eyes enough to see her lick his cum off her well-coated finger. She smiled and began to shrink back down to her previous size and set him on the bed as his body started to even out from the overwhelming pleasure. His cock continued to twitch even after cum stopped spurting out.
He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes to see all three women hovering above him on the bed. Their legs evaporated into wisps of smoke. They all had their tongues hanging out with a mocking sort of look in their eyes. He blinked, and they were all on him, slurping and moaning as they lapped up his wealth of cum. Madame sighed, and the sensation filled his body again, returning his stamina tenfold.
They started giggling together, even the elegant Madame, as he came on their tongues, down their throats, and all over their tits in an endless fountain. His mind was blank. He could only perceive the warm sticky mess all over his body from their saliva and his cum. They lapped him up hungrily, and the Madame closed her thick lips around his cock and balls and drank him in until he stopped.
Eric was spent, exhausted, and breathing hard on the bed. He had never felt so much pleasure in his life and never wanted it to end. He opened his eyes again to see the three women sitting there, sucking his cum off their tongues, their faces wet with it, and a huge smirk spread across Annette’s face.
She winked at him and leaned forward, running her tongue over his cock. He groaned loudly as she latched onto his tip, slowly working the head back and forth, licking him clean. It was heaven. He let his eyes close again and sighed, letting himself enjoy what was happening to him. It had been so long since he had last had sex that it made him feel like he was flying. He was floating, free and untethered, and without any worries. Maybe this feeling could last forever.
Annette pulled away from him and ran her tongue over her lips, licking him clean one last time before sitting up. She looked down at Eric and smiled, her eyes glittering with mischief. He didn’t know why, but the expression seemed to say, I knew you wouldn’t last long, but there’s time for some more fun, right?
Eric couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, nor the blush that crept into his cheeks. Fiona pounced at him and kissed him deeply. Surprised, he quickly returned her kiss with equal intensity, enjoying how her tongue danced with his. Their mouths moved together like two magnets in the middle of a black hole. Her hands roamed over his chest, stomach, waist, and dick. He gasped, and she chuckled against his lips as her tongue brushed against him. His hips bucked involuntarily.
“Got one more for me?” She asked. Eric threw his head back and shouted in one final orgasm that took every ounce of energy out of his body. Fiona exclaimed in surprise, “Wow, he did this one alone!”
“Such a good pet,” the Madame said, gently petting his head as Annette and Fiona enthusiastically cleaned the last of the mess with their tongues. Shivers of magic energy coursed through him as he drifted in and out of consciousness until sleep finally took him.
—
When Eric woke up the following day, he was curled up in the softest bed he had ever experienced. The sheets were white and plush, the mattress was firm, and his body felt light and free. His skin tingled, and goosebumps popped up on his arms and neck. Everything smelled fresh and new. Light poured in through the tall windows from outside, and birds were singing outside.
Visions of the night before began to surface like a whale needing air, and he sat up, looking for Annette, Fiona, or Madame Nora. But the room was empty.
Was it a dream? A plate of fresh-cut fruit was on the nightstand next to the bed, which he eagerly devoured after being denied dinner the night before.
A stack of folded clothes lay on a chair nearby. Black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black bowtie. A note under the clothes read:
“Dear Pet.
Your car has been taken for repair in Hawthorne. Get comfortable with your new living quarters. It will take time for you to repay my generosity.
– Madame Nora”
