User blog:GorgonBreaker/The Tree of Lust- le Chapitre un

Alright I'm officialy finished with the this annoying chapter. I'm so happy to be done with it.

The Tree of Lust- le Chapitre un
Maybe it was the bright lights that woke Adrianne up. Maybe it was the sound of candid laughter and the hushed tones of lewd whispers. Maybe it was the mere presence of the decadent Lilim that sat before her in a heart-shaped throne. Maybe it was the sickeningly sweet scent in the air that made anyone want to touch themselves. Maybe it was none of the above and something else entirely, because the college girl couldn’t be sure of anything at the moment.

White smoke seemed to cloud her vision ever so often, her body struggling to free itself of the entropy and fatigue. It was strange, the smoke seemed to clear her sense, increase her awareness and understanding, and made her feel at home, right where she was. The effects of the scent from earlier disappeared, only to be replaced with clean air.

The Queen of Hearts licked her pink lips in anticipation as she awaited the full awakening of Adrianne. The blush apparent on her childlike features, a lewd glint foreshadowed by the twinkle in her crimson eyes…

Adrianne felt the soft material she was seated upon shift slightly, her eyes widened as she realized it was alive. The will to move slowly returning to her body as she painfully shifted her to see a large blue caterpillar coiled around her. Its hookah situated atop its head in the shape of sharp spirals and soft cubic structures, like a crooked halo colored in black, silver, and gold. A monocle on its left eye, silvery blue hairs appearing individually all over its body, mandible-like spikes on either side its cheeks.

The caterpillar tilts its head in regard to Adrianne, blowing smoke in her face to relieve the aching pain that she was experiencing, a bored yet expression on its aged and knowing face.

‘Speak only when spoken to Mistress.’ A whisper is cast as the white smoke brushes against the college girl’s ear, pushing her face in a gentle and pleasurable caress to face the Queen…. The Caterpillar’s disembodied voice sounds like that of a caring grandfather comforting his grandchild. Wise and true, yet caring and comforting, not a single trace of malice or clever machinations in its tone.

Adrianne hopes she is dreaming, but as soon as the Queen of Hearts speaks, she knows her fate is sealed…

“Questions race through your simple human mind, and yet all these questions are ones that you already have answers to our dear.” The Queen of Hearts stays true to her title, a haughty despot with no care for anyones feelings but her own and possibly her family’s. She knows she is above Adrianne, and the college girl seems to be unaware of this. Any outcome plays towards the Queen’s advantage, and by extension, the Demon Lord’s…

Adrianne doesn’t express fear or surprise, and instead smirks at the Queen of Hearts’ statement, raising a perfectly tweezed eyebrow as a sign of passive aggression. The college girl no longer feels confusion and fear, instead allowing her state of mind to return to its bitchy demeanor.

If the Queen of Hearts wants to play with Adrianne’s life, then the college girl might as well get something out of this demented farce.

“And yet here I am, remaining unaware as to what I have become. Is that a question, that of which I have an answer to your Majesty?” Adrianne knows the caterpillar holds all the answers in regards to her new form, but prodding and playing dumb seems much more fun now that she’s regained her senses. The spite she feels is effortlessly hidden by her acting skills, and the whiny high pitched tone of her voice aids in erasing all doubt that she knew more than she was letting on…

“We know that you know the key to all your questions. We play games with you because we are childish by nature, and no harm comes from a little fun. But you, the tragic heroine plucked from her world and turned into a Mamono, contemplating her woes, and taking out her frustrations on a little girl that hails herself Queen of Wonderland. You have purpose, which is why we have brought you here. There is no grand explanation needed, because you will be allowed to do as you please. But, since you insist on being such so rude, it seems that I am forced to thoroughly educate you.” The Queen of Hearts points a single finger at Adrianne, and the college girl falls off of caterpillar immediately.

The feeling of reaching the brink of ecstasy explodes all over the college girl’s body again and again. She couldn’t faint even it felt like a thousand orgasms were being withheld. Her essence pools on the floor beneath her, the new form of her body being revealed as her body begins to grow larger curves. It felt like each and every orifice was being penetrated by a hardened length. The sensation of being violated continuously ran all throughout her body.

An immeasurable amount of tentacles, cocks, tongues, hands, and other things Adrianne couldn’t even begin to describe penetrate, violate, rape, milk, breed, slap, squeeze, lick, and disturb her. And yet she knows that none of it is actually happening, and she doesn’t resist, seeing as she has a fetish for abuse. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years…until finally she realizes she’s watching herself, only because the Queen allows her to.

It was all in her head. A mind game created to look like a punishment. There wasn’t even a wet feeling trailing beneath her thighs. But it all felt so real, from the pleasurably cold feeling of the mirror marble floors to the sexual sensations she had felt only seconds ago.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“That was an illusion restricting any connection to reality, literally separating the feeling of body and mind. It’s one of our more favored tortures, seeing as it doesn’t leave a mess in the throne room. Now, our little Caterpillar, I trust you have learned your lesson?” The Queen actually has a hopeful look on her face. The punishment was rather unnecessary, but Adrianne was being rather difficult. This should have been going smoothly. A plan without a plan set in motion from end to start.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“I suppose so…But, I only wish to know what I have become…How am I a caterpillar?” Adrianne couldn’t figure it out even if she tried, and that was saying something. There were absolutely no clues as to what she was. There were no new sensations, no new body parts, no new powers and what not…

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The Queen of Hearts actually sighs after the college girl finishes speaking. It confounded her as to why Adrianne had not felt the anything change. The girl looked far from the same…

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">A portion of the mirror marble floor rises to reflect the image of a woman with a deep set tan in revealing yet regal clothes. She holds an ankh staff, and an enormous crimson cobra coils beneath like a throne. Then the image flickers, waves of color, heart shapes and light appear before a black ooze turns the mirror black. After a second or two, the ooze parts as if it were a curtain to reveal Adrianne, alive and well. Her new form truly becoming of what one might call a curious and alluring visage.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“I’m a Pharaoh…” That’s all she manages to say, not knowing how to react to the display that had happened a few seconds ago.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“Caterpillar. Adrianne, you were never a Pharaoh to begin with. Now, was there anything else you wanted?”

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“Well…”

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“Well what?

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“I want more…”

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“And what ‘MORE’ could you possibly and for?”

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“A Pharaoh is all well and good, but I want…” And so Adrianna explains what exactly she wants from the Queen of Hearts. The Queen happily agrees, both girls smiling deviously as ooze envelops Adrianne once again.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">It is of no surprise the sexual feelings return, but this time she happily accepts it. The feeling longer being alien in nature becomes something akin to the hold of a lover whom you’ve longed to touch after years of separation.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The feeling of sex empowers her, and it changes everything about Adrianne…Physically at least.

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<p style="text-align: center; margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">A Few Days Pass…

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">In a matter of days, a stage is set in front of Wonderland’s Looking Glass Line, a magitek train station just beyond the ‘Heart’ of Wonderland’s capital. Local inhabitants and Foreign Visitors all came to see a show that was highly recommended by the Queen of Hearts herself.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">It was an event that garnered the attention of Saphirette Spherica, who had gotten word of questionable fluctuations of Demonic Energy pouring out of the entry ways of Wonderland. Even if it was common for this to happen, the level at which it had reached was disturbingly high enough to pull at those who have visited Wonderland before, demanding they return. It was a call she knew she couldn’t deny, least she suffer the wrath of the Queen of Hearts. The wandering scholar was with her in one of the rather pleasant balcony boxes circulating the common area.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The crowd are seated by couple, or more, depending on the space needed by the individuals who have come together to watch. The sight pillars of white metal spiraling over the stage, stage lights flashing over the audience, revealing the naked form of each person it passed. Improving their bodies, and making them extremely horny. But, it was as if none of them were allowed to move. They could only stay in their seats as the frustration of not being able to touch their partners overwhelmed them. It was then that a train descended from the heavens of wonderlands clear blue sky. It crashed into the stage…

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">There were screams and voices of despair that were soon replaced and moans of awe. The train had become a prop, used to further the oncoming show.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The explosion was not of shrapnel and flames, but of sensual sea foam and water. The crowd was really ‘wet’ now…

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The high stage’s cubic form became clear and transparent, shining and flowing as if it had been liquefied. Bubbles and milky white smoke conceals the Star of the Show.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">And right on cue, the sharp, exciting, and deeply alluring voice of the announcer fills the air as stage lights point their blinding and stripping gaze at the stage.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! LOOKING GLASS LINE IN COLLABERATION WITH THE QUEEN OF HEARTS HERSELF! PROUDLY PRESENT THE DIVA OF WONDERLAND!!!!”

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The lights finally ‘strip’ the hidden persona hiding at the seams, a caterpillar of hulking proportions curls around a woman in a strange blue dress. The Diva of Wonderland is Adrianne, and she was ready to perform. The sheer grandeur and radical effects of her entrance spoke of a person that would give a performance that would spell a world of change.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The caterpillar at her side blows out smoke and it transforms the transparent semisolid cubic stage a billowing cloud of rainbow colored smoke.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">“We are gathered here today witness...a touch of destiny, and we should all pity, the poor unfortunate souls that could not join us here in Wonderland today.” Adrianne's voice reverberates into the hearts and minds of everyone watching her. Each syllable spoken felt as if she was servicing the audience, kneeling before them so as to give wondrous pleasure.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">The crowd wanted more from this stranger. This aberration appeared out of nowhere and took the time to appear before them, speaking to them, making their minds go wild with euphoria.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">Adrianne then started singing. The restraints that once held back the audience were let loose and the biggest orgy wonderland had ever witnessed had begun.

<p style="margin-bottom:0.35cm;line-height:115%">What happens after the concert would prove most exciting for the Diva of Wonderland. Saphirette surely thinks so, even if she's currently touching herself alongside the tentacles produced by her floating seat/sphere of Dark Matter.

And done~! I wanna thank 9mm Killer, Elemental Blacksmith, and Mauller for taking the time to listen to my concepts and input their own genius suggestions~!!!!!!

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