Marks of Eros

The following is an excerpt from the fantasy novel I’m working on called ‘Marks of Eros’.

It is nearing completion (after which I’ll begin the editing process) and hadn’t planned on posting any of it, however as thanks for someone’s recent Ko-fi tip I thought it’d be nice to post a portion of this chapter. There is of course context missing in some elements, but this chapter gives a feeling for the world of ‘Marks of Eros’.

This chapter focuses on male denial in front of an audience.

Under the sun’s spotlight on a balmy evening, the audience cheered after every groan of desperate need.

The prisoner, Lance, was securely strapped to an inversion table draped in red silk, which stood upright. The silk bindings were meticulously tied around his ankles, thighs, waist, wrists – pinned at his sides – and upper body, ensuring he could not move at all.

Multiple near-naked dancers were weaving in and out of one another in a synchronised display of eroticism around him. Some of the men were fully naked, their erect lengths receiving glancing touches from the passing female dancers, who were all clad in beautiful, intricately crafted red lingerie. The dancers’ lithe, oil-coated bodies rippled in the light, shining as they glided around the stage. Fire and light burst from around the platform to further hypnotise the audience.

Drummers around the stage kept a pulsing beat that throbbed throughout the amphitheatre, almost keeping in beat with the throbbing focal point at the centre of the stage.  Lance’s erect length was constantly having Succubus oil drizzled over it by the passing dancers, ensuring it twitched with yearning.

The sensual, writhing bodies of the dancers intertwining with one another made the prisoner want to reach out and touch the display, though all he could do was watch on helplessly. Along with the audience in the packed, heaving theatre, he was forced to solely fantasise about taking part in the erotic dance. As the drumbeat continued, the women swayed and gyrated. Watching their sinuous bodies moving in this way made Lance strain uselessly against his bondage.

The dancers drew applause from the audience as they burst into a perfectly choreographed routine, their athleticism and grace in full display. Even throughout the most dazzling moments, with some dramatic, high-flying sequences, twirls and leaps, with dancers being lifted and flung into the air, there was still great intimacy on display. There was a sizzling chemistry with every catch and moment of close contact between the dancers.

An enormous burst of blue flames shot up from the stage like a hazy blue curtain. Ichi stood at the forefront of the audience, controlling every pyrotechnic display and watching the stage show like a director examining his work. While most of the audience watched in awe of this magical display, only those in attendance who were versed in magic use – such as the Royal Expeditioners, Warriors, and a small portion of the general population – knew how difficult this level of control was.

With a barely noticeable wave of his hand, the flames lowered to be replaced with numerous red, dancing swirls of fireballs. Visible once again, the performers were all naked and paired up. The men stood upright, holding the women upside down by the waist, the women’s knees resting on the men’s shoulders. In this standing 69 position, the couples used their tongues gently to tease their partners slowly.

Two women on the stage were kneeling in front of the prisoner. Both simply kissed along his inner waist and thighs, so close to his throbbing hard cock but never giving the firm contact he was begging for. His constant cries of “Please!” were occasionally only met with another little drizzle of Succubus oil applied to his shaft. With a succession of twitches and a yell of frustration, the women returned to simply licking so close to that tortured member.

Every few minutes, the pair of women would allow their tongues to get close to the base of his cock, or even lick just a little against his balls, hanging so round and taut, making Lance shout to the sky for mercy.

The torment of the prisoner’s manhood, the male performers’ cocks bouncing to the soft attention of teasing mouths, the smooth, firm rears of the female performers swaying uncontrollably in the air, and the dancing flames – all created a bountiful feast for the eyes of the audience.

In unison, the women’s mouths all began cradling the men’s tips. The act signalled for the men to pull the women’s hips closer so that they could press their mouths tightly to their sensitivities.

Lance continued to look on. While he wanted to shut his eyes and shield himself from the taunting display, he couldn’t help but be entranced by the exhibition before him, those rigid lengths being sucked exactly how he so desperately needed. He wanted to be one of those men, holding the beautiful figure upside down, feeling her thighs around his head and her softness against his lips. Yet, he was trapped no matter how frantically he tried to escape. He wanted to thrust his hips forward as the women’s mouths taunted his own cock head, yet the silk bondage held him tightly, and he was unable to do so. He was forced to watch as their lips puckered and tongues licked the air just a fraction away, denying him the same actions that he could see around him.

The audience cheered as the two women continued to giggle and tease him; some jeered at him and urged the women on further.

“Look at how much he’s twitching! He needs it so badly.”

“Go on! Go on! Try and come without it even being touched.”

“That’s it! Don’t touch him! Make him scream for it!”

The display continued for some time. The drumbeat seemed to work in tandem with the motion of the women’s bobbing heads as they sucked against the lengths before them. Even amongst the crowd, the steadily quickening rhythmic pounding and the stifled moans of the performers, Lance’s pleas for mercy were heard clearly.

As the beat quickened, so too did the work of the performers until one of the women threw her head back; the swish of her hair preceded a high-pitched, orgasmic moan. While it stirred a guttural moan of despair from Lance, there was little time to revel in it as Ichi instantly stood and waved his hands in the air theatrically. A wall of mesmerising flame surrounded the stage. Barely a few seconds passed until it lowered, and the previous performers were gone as if they had vanished into thin air. A few new women were now on stage, surrounding the prisoner. These women were all wearing sensual floral red lingerie.

The seductive display alone would have kept Lance throbbing with frustration. Having them all massaging his body felt too cruel. The crowd enjoyed the sensual display, watching the women glide their palms over every inch of his restrained body. His tightened muscles glistened from the oil as he strained desperately, the women caressing him sensually while fingertips brushed along his inner thighs. He begged for more as they took turns gliding their palms down his chest, along his sternum and stomach, along his waist and down his legs, finally circling around his pelvis.

“Forgive me! Mercy!” pleaded Lance as the women caressed his balls, ensuring his achingly stiff shaft strained in wretched need for the same attention. His balls were so tight, considering he hadn’t even felt any true stimulation to his manhood yet.

Occasionally the women would taunt him further by feigning sucking him, letting their mouths trail very close to his tip before backing off. It caused the crowd to cheer and whistle.

Suddenly, another curtain of flame rose and dropped, leaving the stage empty except for the prisoner restrained at the centre.

Ichi stepped closer to the stage. Even with the prisoner trying with all of his might to move, his cock dancing in need from the constant desire coursing through it due to the Succubus oil, the audience’s attention was solely on Ichi.

It wasn’t just his height; Ichi’s sense of power ensured that the audience was magnetised to him. Silence fell upon the crowd as he turned to face them. Everyone, from the general public in attendance to various members of royalty, expeditioners and professional athletes in the front rows, waited silently as Ichi’s silence built the anticipation. They had no idea what to expect, what spell or creature may be waiting for the prisoner.

Even Lance dared not utter a word as Ichi finally addressed the crowd.

“In the safe embrace of Edoria, we punish those who would dare endanger any of its inhabitants, neighbours, and allies. To allow any injury to befall one of our own, would we be any better than the Vaunt Empire?”

A chorus of boos rang out throughout the enormous audience.

“Any who dares attempt to harm someone from our kingdom must suffer the ultimate punishment. Who among you wishes to witness the justice of our realm?”

Cheers echoed throughout the arena as Ichi continued, his deep voice booming over the crowd.

“For the heinous act of fiendfell, the realm sentences you to La Petite Mort. With which, we cast the guilty to the heavens.”

After cheers and applause, the audience began to fall silent, unsure of what was to come. The only pair of eyes that was not focused on Ichi was Emma. Her fierce, piercing gaze was solely on Lance and his anguish. Like the audience, Lance was unaware of what was to come and also held some small hope that he might be able to escape with his life.

Ichi basked in the silence for a few seconds, letting the tension linger. The excitement and anticipation simmered and began to bubble and fizz until, finally, he raised a hand. The audience held its collective breath. Ichi was one for theatrics.

With a click of the finger, a ball of flame erupted from the stage and into the sky.

The crowd was in awe as the fireball shot a hundred feet into the air, leaving a plume of red smoke in its wake. Suddenly, it exploded in a colossal flash of red and purple fireworks that evoked scattered applause and woos. Within the dazzling display, something shot down in a flash towards the stage like a comet.

As it hit the stage, a cloud of smoke obscured the figure. Ichi lowered his arm, and the smoke cleared with a gust.

With a gasp, the audience seemed to collectively hold its breath and recoiled a little at the sight of a Succubus. The stunning entity stood at the centre of the stage. The air was heavy with tension as the crowd was frozen in a mixture of fear and fascination. With her wings furled, the angelic, naked body of the Succubus exuded desire.

The audience, particularly the men, struggled to contain their urges. Many wanted to masturbate, and others fought against walking to the stage. The Succubus, however, only had eyes for the restrained man beside her. While the audience could feel the invisible waves of seduction beckoning them, she could feel the lure of desperate longing in this man. She licked her lips, nearly drooling with hunger.

Muted chatter, cheering and applause spouted within the crowd. The majority had never witnessed a Succubus so closely. Such a powerful, intelligent, dangerous and often unpredictable being was rarely seen in punishments. Even Zero and Kyu, who sat at the front alongside Arianna and Emma, remarked with one another how they couldn’t recall the last time Succubi were used in punishments.

The tall, slender entity of lust knelt down before Lance. Even just her presence and her breath against his length sent it into a frenzy of twitching. So full and firm, ready to be savoured.

A lick of the tip, a kiss to that red swollen head, her tongue swirling around his shaft. There was merely a few seconds of stimulation, and the prisoner was already shouting out for relief. Lance thought that the Succubus oil was hellish, yet this sensation, directly from the source, was a new level of hell that he was not prepared for. It was a longing beyond comprehension – like everything that he had ever existed for had been replaced with solely a need to orgasm into this being’s wondrous lips.

Those moments she gently sucked his tip, he desperately tried to thrust his hips forward, to feel just a little more of himself be taken in. The silk bondage held him tight.

All Lance could do was arch his back a little and try to turn his head to see the audience, to plead with them to show mercy. The audience spat back their replies, yelling that he deserved every second. He dared not look at Emma, whose icy stare pierced him.

Every few seconds, the Succubus would pull her mouth off of his cock and simply watch it twitch. It didn’t take long before a drop of precum drizzled to the floor. Another little suck and release, and the droplet turned into a little stream leaking from his crimson-red tip. His balls were so tight, a light blue from being so constantly on the verge of orgasm.

The prisoner wasn’t going to last much longer. The crowd knew it, seeing how much precum was streaming. They expected the show to be over in less than a minute longer at this rate.

“Seal his release,” called out Ichi. At once, the Succubus stopped.

There were many gasps and surprised mutterings from the audience to see the Succubus following a human’s instructions.

The Succubus stood and pushed against Lance, causing the inversion table to rotate until he lay horizontally. She crawled across him, making sure to tease him further by slipping her tongue up along his balls, up his shaft and over his tip as she moved forward. She took even more time to let her chest press around his length, squeezing her breasts together to embrace his stiff rod. The crowd roared joyfully as he shouted out.

“PLEASE, GOD, LET ME COME!!!”

The Succubus crawled over him until she was straddling his waist, her pussy just touching the head of his cock. Lance strained with all his might to thrust up, even just to only barely pierce her wet folds. She held him there for a moment, her sexual aura driving him crazy. The heat of her pussy, a little dribble of her horrifyingly potent pussy juice, and that wicked, seductive gaze threatened to drive the prisoner to insanity.

Suddenly, she trailed her finger down along his sternum while whispering something in an unknown tongue. These were words beyond human comprehension yet designed to be used specifically on humankind. A light, warm blue glow emitted from the line the Succubus drew, and then, as it vanished, she slowly – agonisingly slowly – lowered her hips.

The shriek of pleasure that Lance exhaled echoed throughout the arena, yet it was quickly followed by the overwhelming cheers of enjoyment from the crowd as he suddenly became silent. His eyes were wide with horror, yet he couldn’t find the breath to voice his anguish. The sheer pleasure of that penetration would have instantly sent him over the edge. It felt like it had done, yet it stopped the moment he should have erupted – at that very millisecond.

He was well versed in the capabilities of Succubi, as most were. However, no study nor account could ever truly encapsulate the sensation. It was a hell that he could never have contemplated. Every time she lowered herself fully, her soft, wet folds cradling every inch tightly, his orgasm was infinitesimally close. The slightest movement and he’d explode. Then, as she rose up until only the head of his cock was still within, it was just the slightest amount of pressure relieved, just barely off the pinnacle enough to let him breathe. It ensured that he was not constantly frozen right on the brink but cycling that precipice continually. It was maddening.

The Succubus never sped up or slowed down; she simply kept the same steady pace to ensure maximal moment. She continuously licked her lips as she salivated. This level of ecstasy alone was a scrumptious meal for her, yet the orgasm itself would be the most wonderful banquet.

“Pl… Fff.. Pll… N-Need to… come!”

No response came to the prisoner’s rescue. All he received were the crowd’s jeers, though one voice was loudest amongst them.

“Only one shall decide,” said Ichi. “Only one here amongst us will say when release shall be granted.”

Ichi gestured towards Emma, who continued to watch silently. She took great enjoyment in seeing this punishment. Every plea and cry for mercy from Lance was a sign of justice.

Emma smiled as she watched the mixture of the Succubus’ pussy juice and Lance’s constant stream of precum seeping down his balls and onto the table, dripping to the floor. It was nice being able to have a very visual display and gauge of his erotic torment. Even just for him to suffer a quarter of what she felt would make her happy.

Nobody knew how long this would last. Often, when punishments lasted for hours, the crowd would switch around, with many coming and going periodically. Today, however, no one was leaving. Many were offered few opportunities to see a Succubus without it potentially costing them their lives.

The heavy breathing and frequent screams for mercy continued to ring throughout the amphitheatre as an hour passed. For the audience and the Succubus, it felt like minutes. For the prisoner, it may as well have been days….

I hope you enjoyed this segment. You’ll get to see the full chapter along with the rest of the book, hopefully in very early 2025.