We were in desperate need of rest after our latest misadventure, and nothing seemed more appealing than a comfortable bed in a quiet inn. After what felt like weeks of constant running, being chased by succubi, drained by magical nymphs, and nearly exploded by chickens, we finally found an inn that seemed, for once, completely normal.
Of course, in Lavatoria, "normal" was never quite what it seemed.
We stumbled into a cozy little inn at the edge of the village called The Sleepy Satyr, and the innkeeper, a friendly older woman with a smile that was a little too wide, led us to a room with a single enormous bed, lined with fluffy pillows and luxurious blankets. I immediately sensed something strange about the room. It felt too... inviting. Too perfect.
But I was exhausted, and my companions were already flopping onto the bed.
"Finally," Nixie sighed, stretching out and grabbing one of the pillows. "A bed that doesn't smell like sheep or glitter. I could sleep for days."
Ursha rolled her eyes and kicked off her boots, getting comfortable. "We'll only stay for the night. We've got a long road ahead, and I don't trust this place. Too quiet."
I chuckled from my spot near the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the flames. "Come on, Ursha. You've been on edge ever since the forest. Maybe we can catch a break for once."
"We'll see," Ursha muttered, but even she looked relieved to be lying down.
I didn't think much of it when Nixie scooted over and motioned for me to join them. I mean, I was a sentient toilet. It wasn't like I needed a bed, but the thought of resting on something soft didn't sound terrible either.
"Alright," I said, rolling over to the edge of the bed. "Just for a little while."
As soon as my porcelain body touched the bed, I felt it. A pulse of magic, soft, subtle, but undeniably powerful. It was as though the bed itself was humming, drawing us in. And then, before I could even warn the others, I felt the world shift around me.
I blinked, suddenly disoriented. The room had disappeared, and I found myself in a new place entirely. I was no longer in the cozy inn; instead, I was in what looked like an opulent palace made of silk and clouds. The air was warm, and the scent of roses and lavender filled my senses. Soft music played in the background, and the walls shimmered with a golden glow.
"What... what just happened?" I muttered, looking around in confusion.
Before I could get my bearings, a soft, melodic voice spoke behind me.
"Welcome to your dreams, Jake."
I spun around and was immediately greeted by the sight of three familiar figures: Ursha, Nixie, and... Yzara. Only, they weren't quite themselves. Each of them was dressed in something far more... revealing. Ursha was in a tight leather bodysuit that left little to the imagination, her muscular frame looking even more imposing than usual. Nixie, on the other hand, was in a skimpy outfit made entirely of glowing vines, her mischievous smile as bright as ever. And Yzara... well, she was draped in black silk lingerie, her succubus allure cranked up to eleven.
My porcelain penis stirred almost immediately.
"Oh no," I groaned, feeling the heat build inside me. "This can't be happening."
But it was. The enchanted bed had drawn me into an erotic dream, one where my companions (and my greatest weakness, Yzara) were all there to tempt me.
"You look tense, Jake," Nixie teased, stepping closer and running her hands along my porcelain frame. "Maybe we can help you relax."
"You've been holding out on us," Ursha said, her voice low and sultry as she approached from the other side. "It's time to give us what we want."
"You can't escape me in here," Yzara purred, her fingers trailing down my side. "Not in this dream world. You're mine."
My porcelain penis extended, glowing brightly as the dream began to overwhelm me. The heat, the magic, the overwhelming arousal, I was trapped in a fantasy where every desire was amplified, and there was no way out.
As the three women circled around me, each one whispering sweet, seductive words, I felt my willpower crumbling. Ursha was the first to make a move, her hands gripping my porcelain penis as she stroked it gently.
"Let go, Jake," she whispered, her breath hot against my lid. "We're all here for you. Just relax and enjoy it."
Nixie giggled and leaned closer, her hands joining Ursha's as they both began to work me over. "We know what you want, Jake. Just give in. It'll feel so good."
I could feel the pressure inside me building, my magical energy surging as their touch became more intense. The more they teased me, the more my porcelain penis glowed, and I knew that if they kept this up, I would release my magical sperm at any second.
But just as I was about to give in, I heard a voice, a voice that didn't belong to any of the women in front of me.
"Jake! Snap out of it!"
I blinked, the dream beginning to blur for a moment. I could hear someone calling to me, but the dream was so vivid, so powerful, that it was hard to focus on anything else. Ursha's hands, Nixie's teasing, Yzara's seductive smile, it was all too much.
"Jake! Wake up!"
The voice grew louder, more insistent, and I felt the dream world start to slip away, the palace of silk and clouds fading as the bed's magic tried to pull me back into reality.
"No," Yzara hissed, her fingers tightening around my porcelain penis. "You're not leaving this dream, Jake. Not until I get what I want."
I struggled to pull away, my mind spinning as the dream and reality collided, and I could feel the tension in my tank reach its peak.
I was trapped. Completely and utterly at the mercy of the enchanted bed, which had pulled me into an erotic dream I couldn't escape. Ursha, Nixie, and Yzara were circling me like predators, their teasing touches driving me to the edge of my limits. My porcelain penis glowed brighter and brighter as they worked me over, urging me to give in.
But then, something shifted in the air. The warm, sensual atmosphere turned colder for just a moment, and a sinister laugh echoed through the dreamscape.
"You didn't think you could escape me, did you, Jake?"
I froze, recognizing the voice immediately. It was Yzara, but not the version of her in front of me. This was the real Yzara, the succubus who had been after my magical energy from the start.
The dream around me shimmered, and I realized the truth: this wasn't just an ordinary enchanted bed. It had been cursed by Yzara herself. The entire setup had been designed to drain my magic while I was trapped in these overwhelming fantasies.
"You've been a naughty boy, Jake," Yzara's voice purred. "But don't worry. You won't be able to resist for much longer. I'll take every drop of that delicious magic... and leave you empty."
The dream intensified as if responding to her words. Ursha and Nixie moved closer, their hands exploring my porcelain body with renewed vigor. Yzara, standing in the center of it all, smiled wickedly as she stroked my glowing appendage with expert precision.
"You can't fight this," Yzara whispered. "I've cursed this bed just for you. Every moment you resist only makes the magic stronger."
I tried to fight it. I tried to pull back from the edge. But the heat, the magic, the touch of the women surrounding me, it was all too much. My porcelain penis pulsed with magical energy, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the dream shifted again.
Lira, the nymph from the forest, appeared, dressed in nothing but her underwear, her body glowing with magical power. She wasn't alone. More women, figures I recognized from our travels, joined her. A vampire countess, a female minotaur, even a lamia, all of them appearing one by one, surrounding me in various states of undress, their eyes filled with desire.
"Jake," Lira moaned, stepping closer. "Please... release. We need your magic."
The other women echoed her plea, their voices a chorus of desperate whispers. They pressed closer, their hands joining Ursha, Nixie, and Yzara as they stroked my porcelain frame, their touches electric.
Yzara extended her tongue underneath my penis and stroked it faster, eagerly awaiting the magical sperm building just under the surface.
"Give in, Jake," Yzara purred, her voice the loudest among them. "Let it all go. You've resisted long enough."
The pressure inside me was unbearable. Every touch, every moan, every whisper was driving me to my breaking point. My porcelain penis glowed so brightly I thought it might explode. I was seconds away from giving in, from releasing all of my magical energy. I felt naked breasts covering every inch of my porcelain body as they teased me to the edge of the cliff.
But just as I was about to lose myself in the dream, I heard something, a voice from the real world, faint but growing louder. It was Ursha again.
"Jake! Wake up!"
It was Ursha, her real voice cutting through the dream like a knife.
The dream began to flicker, the women's touches growing weaker as reality fought to pull me back.
"Jake, come on! Snap out of it!" This time, it was Nixie, her voice sharp and urgent.
I struggled, trying to pull away from the dream's grip. Yzara's smile faltered, and the dream world began to crumble around me.
"No!" Yzara hissed, her hands tightening around my porcelain appendage. "You're not leaving! Not until I've taken every last drop!"
But Ursha's voice was louder now, more insistent. "Jake, we're pulling you out! Don't give in!"
With one final surge of willpower, I ripped myself away from the dream. The silk and clouds, the women, Yzara's seductive smile, it all shattered like glass, and I gasped as I was pulled back into the real world.
I jolted awake, my porcelain body trembling as the cursed bed's magic faded. The room was back to normal, and I could see Ursha and Nixie standing over me, both of them looking worried.
"Are you okay?" Nixie asked, her eyes wide.
I nodded shakily. "Yeah... I think so. That was close."
Ursha scowled, her hand resting on the hilt of her axe. "It was Yzara. She cursed the bed to trap you in that dream. You were seconds away from... well, you know."
I groaned, still feeling the lingering effects of the dream. "That succubus just won't quit."
Nixie gave a relieved sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "At least we got you out in time. Whatever she was planning, it would have drained you completely."
Ursha crossed her arms, her expression dark. "We need to be more careful. Yzara's not done with you yet."
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yeah... I got that impression."
As I settled back, grateful to have escaped the dream, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer we could keep Yzara at bay. With each attempt she seemed to get closer and closer to consuming me.
I felt a strange tingle down below and felt a shiver go down my spine at the thought of succumbing to her.
"Would it be all that bad?"