The Marks of Eros: Ruiners

An excerpt taken from The Marks of Eros, out November 21st. A peek into the lands of Eros, fraught with the dangers of being teased, tormented and tortured in the most erotic ways by all manner of devious entities.

The melodious chirping of birds spilt from the canopy of the woods. The Southern Edoria Woods hummed with the gentle rustle of leaves and branches; twigs cracked beneath the movement of squirrels and other small creatures. Yet, in an instant, all sound seemed to become muted as Emma stumbled upon a sight that made her gasp. It was as if the woods held its breath as she looked at the figures standing in a clearing before her.

A succession of humanoid figures stood motionless, at least ten of them, all facing Emma’s direction. Their bare bodies and faces were featureless, resembling a near-reflective surface that made them appear to be entirely made of glass. They looked surreal. It was as if they had stepped from another world into this place.

A horde of Ruiners.

Emma stood frozen to the spot. She had no idea where her partner, Lance, was waiting, only that he had asked her to meet him here. All she knew was that she needed to run, yet her legs didn’t seem to obey her will.

Their bodies, each the exact same height and build, glowed with the reflection of sunlight and foliage. All at once, the turquoise of Emma’s dress seemed to shine on the bodies and faces of every Ruiner. Emma felt almost hypnotised; thoughts of what they were going to do to her flashed through her mind. Erotic scenes of being passed around by the featureless entities, being penetrated and fingerfucked while she thrashed and writhed, clouded her mind. In that time, the figures had slowly moved a little closer. She hadn’t even noticed them take a step, yet they were undoubtedly nearer.

Whether it was the sexually hypnotic effect of their presence or Emma succumbing to her own fantasies, she wasn’t sure. However, the crack of a twig as one of the Ruiners stepped forwards, followed by a flurry of birds taking flight, snapped Emma out of her daze.

She turned and sprinted away as fast as possible. She could sense the Ruiners tailing her. They were fast, though she knew that they wouldn’t pursue her further if she could just make it out of the woods and back into the safety of the grassland skirting Edoria.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her ankle. One of the Ruiners had leapt for her. It couldn’t take hold, yet it was enough to knock her off balance. She hit the ground and rolled, facing upwards, just in time to see another Ruiner airborne coming straight down for her. While they looked human in build, they could sprint and leap like hares.

Instinctively, Emma pulled a dagger from the beltline of her dress and slashed at the descending Ruiner. The dagger caught it mid-air, knocking it aside. It landed and rose as she did, but she was ready.

While Emma had never been inclined to pursue a life as an Expeditioner, as many with natural combat instincts often did, she was still capable. With a swift movement, she hurled a small incendiary device. It burst on impact with the Ruiner just a few feet away.

It stumbled back a few paces, but to Emma’s shock, it regained its stance and looked entirely unharmed.

While she was fully aware of the dangers of even a single Ruiner, she was surprised by their speed and their durability; she had blasted down brick walls with far less than what she’d just hit that one with.

More Ruiners burst through the underbrush as she turned and bolted, though she barely made it several meters before feeling their hands grip her shoulders and push her to the ground. She was caught.

The horde dived towards her one after the other. The first one to have apprehended her swung her around so that it was behind her on the ground while she lay facing upwards. The Ruiner acted as a living bed, Emma’s back pressed against its chest as she struggled uselessly to pull her outstretched arms free from its grip on her wrists.

The others began caressing her body, gliding their fingers beneath her dress to massage her legs and thighs while pinning her ankles down as she tried to kick at them.

While their reflective bodies made them appear as if their touch would be cold, instead, they were wonderfully warm, generating a light electric sizzle wherever they touched, a means to arouse their victims further. The intoxicating arousal coursing through her meant that she did indeed need relief. However, she knew that with these beings, that would be the last thing she’d receive unless she could get away.

Others massaged her arms and teased along her cleavage, playing around the exposed areas of her chest that were pressing against the dress, straining against her heaving breasts in her outstretched position.

Emma screamed out, hoping there might be someone close by. As one of the Ruiners placed its hand over her mouth to stifle her calls, Emma noticed some of the others slightly adapting their forms. The mostly featureless creatures were a mix of male and female-shaped bodies, though the feminine ones quickly morphed into fully masculine frames. They were all now attuned to Emma’s sexual preferences.

She gasped and gave another fruitless jerk of resilience as they easily tore away her dress. Her light peach, lacy lingerie became the focal point of countless fingers. Tracing along the hem of her bra and panties, they ensured that Emma was constantly aware of those concealed areas by the lack of stimulation compared to every other inch of her body. They even pulled her lingerie tight against her skin to brush their fingers as closely to her pussy lips as possible.

In no time at all, they had removed her bra, though they continued to avoid touching her chest directly. As they touched and caressed her all over, she could see the reflection of herself at times in their bodies and slightly curved faces. They were like living mirrors, casting her near-naked reflection back at her.

It was unnerving having them all looking directly at her. Ruiners possessed no eyes, yet they seemed to focus so intently on her that it was as if they could see into her very soul. She almost wished that they did have eyes, something that she could look into and plead with, some kind of common ground to give the illusion of humanity, the slightest glimmer of mercy. Similarly, they had no mouths, so her own stifled screams and whimpers were the only sounds to be heard. A solitary fingertip trailing down her throat, cleavage, stomach and down to her mound coaxed further moans from Emma.

The fingertip stopped just above her mound, right at the hem of the fabric concealing her intimacy. It moved back up and down so slowly that it kept her mind’s eye on it even while she was massaged all over. Once it finally moved further down, over the material and along her plump curve, she raised her hips to meet its touch.

Instead of a firm touch, the brushing fingertip became a literal brushstroke; every fingertip touching her became like soft bristles. They focused their attention on her chest and inner thighs, all sweeping their fingers up and down as if wielding five paintbrushes on every hand. She loved the softest touches when masturbating and loved using her makeup brush to sweep over her nipples and clitoris. This was driving her mad with arousal, and they knew it.

The fingers swished up and down along the deepest recesses of her inner thighs, up along the sides of her labia, the fine hairs they had formulated brushing her skin softly and sensually. She watched herself in their reflections, arching her chest towards the many fingers sweeping over it, brushing in circles over her nipples and down her body.

The Ruiners ensured that the touches were light enough to set her body alight with a need for more, but not so soft as to tickle her.

Ruiners like to play with their food for a long, long time. After thirty minutes of having brushstrokes lick at every inch, her nipples were stiff while her lingerie seemed to cling to her body like a second skin, soaked with her arousal. The Ruiners had pulled the lingerie as tightly up as possible to ensure her pussy lips were exposed enough to be teased with their fingers directly.

Emma sighed in relief as the last remnant of her lingerie was torn off, exposing her entirely to the horde of Ruiners. While she knew what was coming and dreaded it, she still couldn’t deny the longing within her that they had stirred. Her following attempt to scream out against the hand over her mouth was cut short by the paintbrushes sweeping back and forth over her nipples and clitoris at once.

With only a single digit being needed for each nipple and her clitoris, the rest of the Ruiners simply watched, motionless.

It was eerie being surrounded by tens of figures soundlessly watching her, the centre of the cruellest circle of voyeurs. Yet, she couldn’t stop looking back at herself in their reflective faces and bodies, seeing her most sensitive spots being gently brushed. The vision was so close and detailed, as if they were broadcasting specifically for her. She was certain they were doing this on purpose, as occasionally, the fingers would move away for a few seconds, allowing an unobstructed view of her nipples and clitoris up close. In one of their faces, peering closely between her legs, she could see her clitoris magnified entirely so that she was able to witness it twitching in striking detail. It made her entire body convulse in arousal to see.

Repeatedly, the brushstrokes gained speed over her clitoris, every little swipe pushing back against her clitoral hood and over her bulbous, ripe cherry. When she was close, they knew it and stopped.

Many more of them leaned closer between her legs, while others pushed her head forwards to ensure she was watching as the touch stopped, to watch multiple angles of her clitoris twitch at the lack of friction once more.

They were doing this solely to torment her. They wanted her to watch the torment of her own body parts in the finest detail possible.

For a second, she was glad they couldn’t speak. They were already evil enough without being able to vocalise their intentions. As she thought this, suddenly, she let out a squeal as her clitoris felt a rush of sensation.

The Ruiner that was covering her mouth let go; they didn’t want her crying out for help, but they did want to bask in her pleasure. She panted and moaned as her clitoris was attacked so wonderfully.

The soft, minuscule bristles at the end of the Ruiner’s finger had moved autonomously. Less like a paintbrush and more like living cilia, the fine bristles each wrapped around her clitoris and embraced it tightly, squeezing and massaging the sensitive bead to leave her squealing in shock and delight.

Emma’s nipples received the same treatment. They also pushed her head forwards again, wanting her to watch as her most sensitive points were squeezed and tugged. She had never experienced anything like this before. As she rocked her hips, another Ruiner began sweeping its soft paintbrush-like fingertip over the tip of her clitoris, which was exposed and lassoed by the other.

She felt her moment speeding towards her and knew the Ruiners would be aware of it too. Through touch, Ruiners can sense the experiences of their prey; everything Emma felt, they could also feel

The rush of climax came upon her faster than she anticipated. She knew what was coming, though it didn’t make it any easier to handle.

Just as the first convulsion of orgasm hit her, the Ruiners manipulating her pleasure points stopped in unison, their hive mind at work, leaving Emma untouched save for the Ruiner she was lying on, holding her in place.

She thrashed and cried out in frustration, her orgasm like a forgotten memory lost to the calamity she was experiencing now. Her pussy convulsed as if trying to cope with the loss of sensation. She snapped her legs shut, trying to squeeze her thighs together and gain a little friction, though it was useless. Her orgasm was entirely ruined.

Ruiners pried her legs open while the distant echoes of her climax continued to surge through her body. She cried out, less as a means to call for help and more out of anguish. The Ruiners once again went for her clitoris and nipples, this time pinching her nipples with regularly formed fingers while a paintbrush-like fingertip again swept over her clitoris.

Her body seemed to be obeying their rule over hers. The sexual arousal caused by so many of them being around her meant that she wouldn’t have stood a chance even if she wasn’t so multi-orgasmic.

With only the paintbrush strokes being applied to her clitoris, it was a longer, softer ride towards her peak. Other Ruiners pressed against her mound, pushing back her clitoral hood to fully expose her tenderness to every delicate bristle.

While the teasing was slower, the reflections on their faces showed her clitoris as closely as possible and seemed to slow down the motions so that she could see every single bristle slip up and over her swollen nub. She could see it enlarged enough to be able to witness her own heartbeat twitching back in full view through her clitoris. They wanted to torment her visually as much as physically.

With just the soft motion of the bristles back and forth, it took a while before she felt the ripples of orgasm growing and growing.

Emma couldn’t stop her hips from writhing, wanting more stimulation. The soft touch from the bristles was only barely enough to keep her climbing, though the pinching and pulling against her nipples was welcome. The stimulation of her nipples in this way, while being groped by their firm, powerful hands, and the slow ordeal between her legs meant that she was heading towards a full-body orgasm.

The softness of the paintbrush-like fingertip was agonizingly slow in how it built her towards the climax. It was such a gentle sensation, sweeping up and down, gliding over her jewel as if time meant nothing.

As much as she wanted a firmer touch, the soft bristles, indifferent to her needs, worked her towards her moment. The delicacy of the stimulation dragged things out much longer than before, though it meant that the gradual rise would build to something even more powerful.

She wanted to hold it back, to prevent what was coming, knowing it would be cruelly torn away from her the moment she received it. Yet there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

As gentle as a butterfly’s wing grazing her clit, the paintbrush-like tip fluttered back and forth a little quicker. Emma let out a squeal as the orgasm rose to the surface. She hadn’t climaxed yet, though she wanted to milk as much enjoyment as she could from the current sensation; her entire body felt electrified.

The Ruiners were applying just enough pressure to her nipples while sensing the build-up from the teasing of her clitoris. They wanted to ensure this would be one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced.

Emma was breathing deeply. The blend of slow, delicate stimulation, her helplessness, and knowing that she was the centre of all attention built towards a cataclysmic level of pleasure.

She began shaking before her muscles tensed, and she screamed out so much that one of the Ruiners covered her mouth again. It was a bomb of ecstasy exploding throughout her body without a clear source. Every inch seemed to pulsate as her eyes clamped shut. However, the stimulation stopped instantly once again.

She clenched her teeth and tried to curl up, though the Ruiners kept her arms and legs spread wide so that she had to ensure the full sensation of her orgasm being ruined, to feel every shock of unfulfillment.

All she could do was clench every muscle and grunt in frustration. The most intense orgasm she had ever felt was ripped from her possession and lost forever. She wanted to cry, but felt too empty to do anything other than yell out, “Please!”

As soon as they felt her orgasm wane entirely, the Ruiners quickly went back to work. This time, a firm fingertip pressed directly against her sensitive clitoris, stroking it left and right, though a little more to the left side, just as Emma herself masturbated. The Ruiners could always sense what their prey wanted most through touch and used it against them.

There was no deliberation this time. The Ruiners worked with speed, massaging her body while pinching her nipples hard. The speedy masturbation brought Emma to the brink quickly.

Breathing rapidly, Emma tried again to pull herself free, but they were too strong. She shut her eyes, ready for it.

It launched itself upon her; the orgasm seemed to clutch at her chest and drag her to the heavens for a split second before she was thrown into hell. Being held with her arms and legs spread wide ensured that every unfulfilled orgasmic contraction seemed to be even more devastating. She was being forced to focus more on every sensation. Every twitch and convulsion felt amplified.

The moment the ruined orgasm started to subside, the Ruiners began once again, not giving her a moment to collect herself. They again went for her clitoris, rubbing her in just the right way to bring her to the brink as fast as possible.

This time, she bucked and twisted as much as she possibly could, trying to defend herself from the onslaught, yet they held her down even more tightly to ensure constant sexual friction.

She threw her head back and cried out as the attention to her clitoris thrust another orgasm upon her. Instantly, the fingertip at her clit, the fingers pinching her nipples, and the hands groping her chest and caressing her body all let go, leaving only the Ruiners securing her arms and legs remaining in contact.

She knew better than to beg. She knew that the sexual anguish was their feast and that imploring them would be as much use as talking with the surrounding trees. She needed to fight it. Yet, this time, as the fingertip pressed to her clitoris and as she tried to steel herself against the pleasure, a finger suddenly slipped within her dripping wet entrance.

Her vaginal walls clung to it desperately, as if her body held onto this intruder as its salvation. The finger seemed to morph and elongate, moving in ways no human finger could, as if it were seeking out her most sensitive areas.

Emma tried desperately to think about anything other than the pleasure engulfing her, though the internal and external exploration ensured she never stood a chance.

Her hips rose, thrusting her mound towards the sky as if it were to be blessed by the joy of release. Instead, as the fingers within her pussy, on her clitoris and around her body sensed the first twinge of orgasmic convulsion, they all retreated together in one motion. Instead of rising towards ecstasy, her pelvis pushed up towards the air for a merciful touch, just a little more friction.

Once again, as the hellish emptiness and unfulfillment were barely over, the fingers returned. This time, a pair of fingers explored inside, her pussy clenching around them tightly in an effort to ensure they gave her more. The fingers seemed to form bulbous, textured tips as they pushed upwards, pressing firmly against her G-spot to rub back and forth.

Fingers against her clitoris and nipples did the same thing; the tiny bulbous protrusions seemed to move constantly, ensuring the most minuscule massage against the most sensitive points of her body.

Her eyes were wide with shock at the sensation. Seeing the Ruiners all looking right back at her, able to see her own reflection on their faces, made her feel so on display. The overwhelming sensations and the exposure of being put on display brought her instantly to the pinnacle.

She came hard enough to strain, not to escape, but just to gain some control over the implosion of pleasure that felt like it would break her. Their fingers left her alone, though their grip did not cease.

She yelled out, writhing.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

The Ruiners merely watched silently. Her pussy, as well as what felt like every muscle in her body, convulsed desperately for something more.

The pattern repeated itself again and again, fingerfucked and stroked intensely for a short duration until she came, all for it to instantly stop.

The barrage of ruined orgasms was too much to handle. Unable to control herself, even though knowing it was useless, she broke down and began begging them.

“Please…. Please…PLEASE. Fuck fuck… Please fucking stop. Fuck… Don’t ruin it again… no. No. Arrgggggghhhhh FUUUUUCK. Please don’t do this to me. PLEEEEASE.”

There was no change in their manner at all. One would think they couldn’t hear at all.

But they could hear everything. They delighted in it, making the feast all the better, feeding on every ruined orgasm and squeal of despair.

“No more, no more, no more. Pleeeeeeease. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, no more!!! Stop it! Sto-’’

With her eyes shut tight, wailing to the sky, she hadn’t noticed a Ruiner kneeling before her, having grown a long, rigid length between its legs. Suddenly, it thrust inside her. Her breath caught in her lungs as the joyful penetration made her look down.

It thrust fully into her and stayed still. With no blood supply fuelling it, it remained entirely motionless inside, like a hot glass dildo pressed within.

The Ruiner simply peered at her like the rest, who weren’t even caressing her body this time. They all knelt around her, watching.

She rocked her hips up and down, slamming against the penetrating length, hoping that it might stay in place. Her entire existence right now seemed to be in search of experiencing just one full orgasm.

The cock inside her seemed to adjust itself perfectly, matching every nuance of what felt best, until it became the ideal manhood, one she was now eagerly fucking herself with.

She had stopped begging and screaming, determination fuelling her as her hips continued to slam forwards and back.

Just as she was right there, her pussy tightening and loosening in convulsions around the shaft, the Ruiner suddenly pulled its hips backwards, its cock popping out of her.

Her pussy seemed to open and close in convulsions as if clenching for something more and not understanding why everything had suddenly stopped. Nothing could be crueller than a ruined orgasm. To experience it countless times without rest made Emma weep.

Tears flooded her cheeks as she bawled in absolute frustration.

“Please… l-l-let me… fuck… mercy. Mercy!”

Once again, the phallus pushed at her gates and entered; this time, the Ruiner gripped her hips and took charge to pump inside. Ridges had formed all along the top of the length, ensuring that her G-spot was constantly being stimulated as well through the motion. It was heaven and hell all at once, and again, just as her body was forced to come, it pulled out of her to ruin the moment.

She needed it to stop and would have preferred never to come again if it meant she wouldn’t have to endure this any more.

After numerous ruined orgasms caused by the Ruiner’s cock, after continuing to cry in utter hopelessness and agonising frustration, as the horrifying aftershocks of an unfulfilled orgasm gnawed at her, she was released.

The moment the Ruiners’ hands let go, she curled up as if trying to protect her body from the constant convulsions. She wanted nothing more than to start masturbating, though while still surrounded, she couldn’t risk spending another second with them.

She quickly got up, breathing heavily and shocked to see them simply looking at her, letting her get away.

She bolted off; her will was overcoming the shakiness through her body, dashing towards the nearest tree line without a care in the world about whether it was the right direction. She simply had to get away from them. If she didn’t, she knew she’d succumb to them, forced to endure the torment until she no longer had the strength to run. Her body and mind would give way entirely, drifting off into eternal unconsciousness.

She couldn’t hear them following her, so she sprinted towards the trees in sight. She’d soon be free.

Suddenly, she noticed a strange glimmer in front of the trees and hedges she was heading towards. She stopped in her tracks before them, realising to her horror why it looked like a mirage. A line of Ruiners was blocking her way, their reflective bodies simply setting a trap.

“NO!” Emma breathed out, the word tumbling from her lips.

Utterly defeated and deflated, she remained in place, knowing there was nowhere to run.

Swiftly, she pressed her fingers between her legs and began stroking her clit rapidly, hoping she could give herself at least one orgasm before her torture began anew.

A Ruiner from behind had crept up on her. As it yanked her arms back before she could reach the pinnacle, another Ruiner pressed its hand to her mouth to smother her frantic screams for help.

They had been toying with her, giving her hope of escape and snatching it away just as they had snatched away her orgasms, just as they would soon snatch away more of them…

See the rest of the chapter, along with the rest of the story, in the full novel “The Marks of Eros” on November 21st