Malice Maze

Chapter 17
Melody’s Enchantment


“Welcome Melody,” the Enchanter smiled proficiently, “I just knew you would come.”

“You… you planned this!” Melody screamed at him, stepping further into the room of alchemy, watching him rise from his blue velvet draped bed and come towards her. She held her chin as high as she could, but the Enchanter stood over her, taller than her by over a foot. She may not have been short, but he made her feel that way.

“I’m surprised you did not sit here and blubber about how you can not understand what went wrong,” the Enchanter laughed. “That means you are smarter than anyone has ever suspected. I am so proud of you Melody.” He reached out to grip her in his hands but she pulled back for fear of his hands. She knew the Enchanter was King of the Sluagh, she knew that the white haired man before her was something different, and she feared those white hands like she feared a pit of snakes.

“I knew you could not be trusted,” she hissed at him. “When my father finds out about this-”

“Oh, you won’t tell him,” the Enchanter laughed, unclasping the clasp at the neck of his robe. It began to fall away, revealing a very white chest beneath.

Melody feared he was naked underneath and her body began to freeze, but her mouth kept going. “Why would I not tell my father?” she snarled.

“Because,” and another clasp came undone. This time Melody could not keep her eyes from his body because she noticed something off about him, something that should not be happening. The robe began to move of its own accord, writhing at his stomach like hundreds of tiny snakes lived under his robe. For a moment she was absolutely paralyzed with fear that he would pull out snakes and begin to thrown poisonous creatures at her. “If you tell your father I will make sure that this is not the only door you go through and then hundreds, possibly thousands, of men will find their way inside of your body. If you keep quiet it will just be me and them.”

“Th…them?”

The robe slipped off of the Enchanter and revealed his completely nude body, a body too white, too hard, and too… full of other things. Yes, he had a part that all men have, though its length was beyond reality. But there was more to him, much more. White long tentacles writhed about his stomach, elongating at their freedom. Melody, though knowing nothing of tentacles, still saw them as snakes and screamed, her whole body screaming and rejecting the idea of those snakes. She turned to run and could only find wall, the alchemy lab unable to be reached by an invisible field that kept her close to the bed and the man before her. A tentacle reached out and began climbing up her arm and she cried out in horror and writhed away from it.

“Melody, do you realize how long I have waited to be inside of you?” the Enchanter asked of the girl he was stepping closer towards.

“Sixteen years,” was a pretty good guess considering it was as many years as she had been on the earth.

“Yes, and then some.” The Enchanters tentacles were starting to overwhelm her. One was wrapping around her arm, one was sliding down the front of her shift and suctioning onto her breast, another was finding its way up her shift and putting pressure on her pussy, suctioning it and bringing her to wetness even though she felt no desire, only fear.

“I have waited all my life to be with someone,” the Enchanter continued, “and Melody I have chosen that person to be you.”

“I’m so honored,” she snapped in a disgusted voice, trying not to watch the tentacle tear at her dress and pull it away from her body so another one could slip in and start, almost literally, sucking at her nipple. She reached up to pull them away but she was thwarted easily by more of those once small tentacles that were now thick, long, and strong. At each wrist and each ankle a tentacle bound itself, spreading her feet apart and her wrists out and exposing her completely as the tentacle that had been tearing at her dress ripped it away and left her naked, her back to the Enchanter.

“Let me see you,” he said breathlessly, and with his need each tentacle grew stronger, tighter, the blood flowing equally to all of them as if they all could repeat the hardness of that long cock.

“I can barely move,” she admitted helplessly, “how can I let you?”

With one full swoop the tentacle had her lying across the bed, still pinned spread eagle, two more tentacles joining to suction at her breasts. Her breasts were being massaged by four tentacles, each one paying special attention to where and what it was doing, gentle at first, then a bit harder, until she was crying out in joy. She moved helplessly, writhing under them, wanting them to stop but forgetting her fear and enjoying what the Enchanter was doing to her. She squirmed and grew wetter, even without the pressure of a tentacle cupping her, suctioning against her.

“Melody, you are so beautiful,” the Enchanter smiled, stepping closer to her, and closer, until the hard member was pushed against her pussy, the head rolling over the wetness and teasing the outside. She moved towards him, lifting her hips and hoping for his entrance, but he pulled back and smiled. “You are also as calculating as I wanted you to be, leaving that poor girl behind so you could escape.”

Melody froze. He knew everything. He had seen this, she was supposed to be furious with him. He knew that if she kept turning left that Nanaia would run into her and that she would be forced to go through a door. He had planned this from the beginning!

“There was an easier way out, wasn’t there?” Melody asked, tears burning at her eyes.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, “one I will be happy to lead you to once you and I finish what we need to do, and that won’t be for a long time.”

“No!” Melody screamed. “No, I will not with… with you.” Her breath and voice hitched as he moved the head of his cock into her just slightly, just enough to have her moving towards him again, but he pulled out and away from her and left her wriggling before him. “You are as bad as my father and his calculations, but you do it all for sex. You are awful, disgusting, you-” Her voice was silence by the invasion in her mouth of another large tentacle, forcing itself in like a separate cock, pressing to the back of her throat until she gagged upon it. She was tempted to bite but afraid of what he would do if she hurt him. Instead she did what she knew to do, she sucked on it. She moved her tongue over what would surmount to being the head and licked it smooth, her mouth and tongue working at it even as her jaw ached.

“Good girl,” he told her, “very good girl.” She was rewarded with him slipping the head of his cock back into her body just an inch or so, just enough that she shuddered and wanted more. She lifted her hips in askance, tried to push towards him while she sucked on him, while the tentacles massaged her breasts, and still he would not push further in. Did he not want her as much as she wanted him at that moment?

Another tentacle wrapped around her body, slipping towards her delicate ass. She tried to keep her cheeks clenched tight, even as the tentacle pushed its way through and found the tiny hole. The Enchanter rubbed his cock out of her and let her juices slide back, lubricating the tiny hole. It was enough to let the tentacle slide inside of her and instantly start a pulsing pounding into her ass. She cried out around the tentacle in her mouth and the tentacle seemed to enjoy it for it began dripping down her throat. She feared what was dripping into her but only rode what was given to her.

As her body was molested from all sides the Enchanter finally decided to do what he longed to do, what his aching cock needed to do. He slipped, slowly, agonizingly so, into her pussy, filling her from all ends. Melody cried out with joy and instantly came around him, dripping more juices outside of her body. The Enchanter smiled and told her, “I knew you would enjoy me,” and began to move his hips so his cock would slip slide inside of her while the tentacles did the work at her mouth and ass and around her breasts. His last tentacle, the one feeling most out of the loop, went to her clit and began sucking at it with the tiny suctions that were upon the bottom. The feel of the suction and the feel of being fucked from all directions had Melody orgasming once again, and still the Enchanter would not stop. He kept moving in and out of her in all directions, filling her mouth, her ass, her pussy, massaging her breasts and clit, feeling her from all directions all at once. She tried to move, to writhe, but the tentacles around her wrists and ankles kept her where she was, kept her from trying to move away from the pleasure that was almost too much. He fucked her and fucked her until even he could take no more and then she was covered in him, drinking him, filled with him, every tentacle dripping his cum, except his cock, the one pumping her pussy. He did not want to finish her completely, even as every tentacle pulled back and against his body, normal small size and away from her. She lay exhausted under him but her hips met his for every pump, allowing him to continue fucking her. She wanted this so much and she hated him for it. She had never felt something so good until the Enchanter entered her. The tentacles… they were great, but his cock, it felt like burning pleasure rubbing inside of her, it was something more joyous than just sex. He was so… perfect. How could she never have seen it before? She wanted him more and more and though she was limp and tired she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, further in, even as he was hitting her cervix and slamming into the sensitive part of her body.

“My Melody,” he sighed.

This was followed by, “Yes, yes, yes!” from Melody’s screaming lips as she came again, her body exhausted, filled with him, and still she came, tightening her legs around him until finally, after so many pumps and fills, he came inside of her, filling her one last time and falling to the bed beside her.

“That was perfect,” the Enchanter sighed.

“Touch me,” Melody begged of him. The Enchanter looked to her curiously until she gripped his hand and pressed it to her breast. “Touch me,” she begged again. “I want to feel all of you now, not just those tentacles. I want to be loved by your hands. If I am going to be ruined, I want to be ruined completely!”

“But you aren’t going to be ruined completely,” the Enchanter pointed out. “Your door is here.”

Melody turned to the door and shook her head. “No,” she said simply. “No, I want to stay here with you.”

“No you don’t,” and he was already returning to his robe, already finding her another shift to wear, though the Maze would return her shift automatically. “When you exit the Maze you can be with me really.”

“What do you mean, ‘really’?” she asked.

The Enchanter smiled. “All of this pleasure you feel is great, but the maze chooses if it stays or not. You may walk out of this room and be a virgin again, tight and needing, or you may keep what I gave you.”

“What you…”

The Enchanter smiled. “Either way, if you don’t leave this room through that door you will never leave this room at all. Do you notice because of you being here there are no doors to this room, you can not leap through the window? Everything is sealed off, even the people around this room will feel compelled to just… stay away, as if for as long as you are here no one wishes to see me or use my medicinal herbs. You are creating a disruption in life, so if you do not get out of the maze, it will always be this way. We would wither and die up here with no water and no food because we can not leave. The only way to put things right again is for you to go through that door.”

Melody was pushed closer to it, her whole body rigid as he forced her hand to open it. “When you return home,” he whispered in her ear, “I promise to do everything I just did to you all over again. And then I will love you with my hands. And then I will do anything that will make you cry out like that again.”

Blushing Melody allowed him to escort her through the door, and then it slammed behind her, leaving him on the other side, and it was then… and only then… that she realized he did not tell her which direction to go next.

The door vanished.