FUN HOUSE - CHAPTER 5

Cleo sat up, rubbing her tender wrists in the hopes of getting full circulation back before she stood.

She looked around warily. What the hell she was supposed to do now that her clown monsters had fled? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flare of fire that lit up the darkness.

Cleo shifted toward it, her breath catching.

A man was standing at the entrance of the Fun House. It was hard to make out his features from here, but he seemed tall, and he was glistening.

He watched her from afar, and Cleo could swear his eyes were glittering at her like gems. He held out a hand, beckoning her forward. Silently calling to her.

Twisted’s voice popped into head. Hadn’t he told Sweet Tooth to let the others have their turn? Maybe there was more fun to be had.

She stood, taking a step toward her mystery man.

He smiled at her then, opening his mouth. A flame shot out, filling the space between them in a hypnotic display of black and yellow fire.

A fire - breather? Her eyes widened in wonder.

She remembered seeing a circus act like that in a movie once. It had been amazing on a TV screen, but seeing it in person? It was magical.

The flames were so intense, she felt the heat even from the distance between them. It warmed her suddenly chilled skin, leaving her wanting more.

Craving it.

Cleo grabbed her destroyed dress, wiping at the whipped cream still smearing her face as she watched the flames flicker out and then disappear altogether.

Cleo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and she looked around.

The fire - breather wasn’t anywhere outside. He’d vanished. He must have gone into the Fun House, and without missing a beat, Cleo followed, dropping her ruined dress onto the ground behind her.

The Fun House was less sinister now than it had been when she and Sara had first arrived. The giant clown face almost looked at her sweetly as she approached the entrance, and she even though its eyes followed her as she stepped into its open mouth.

A black, velvety curtain she hadn’t noticed originally parted for her on its own and Cleo stepped inside, coming face to face with naked images of herself in every direction, a dim light shining overhead.

Her hair? Absolutely a mess, sticking out in several directions, the ends wild. Her face was surprisingly free of any milky white substances, but between her thighs and all over her breasts were smears of white face paint, proof that she’d been down and dirty with the clowns outside.

Not that she regretted it for even one moment.

The floor was soft beneath her sandals as she walked into the hallway of mirrors, looking around at her reflections.

Weren’t these like mazes? She was supposed to find the actual hallway through all of the distorted mirrors in order to leave?

How far into the maze had the fire - breather already travelled? And would he be waiting for her at the end? She couldn’t wait to find out.

Cleo slowly began to work her way into the hall, reaching out and touching one of the mirrors as she walked by. The image distorted, rippling as if she’d just touched a puddle of water.

It was eerie, and Cleo took a quick step back, unsure if she should keep going.

She turned around, considering leaving, and her eyes widened as she stopped dead in her tracks. The curtained entrance was gone, replaced entirely by mirrors.

And it wasn’t just her reflection in the mirror, there was a fucking Dragon behind her!

Cleo jumped high in the air, a scream ripping from her throat that immediately echoed through the maze. The Dragon roared in response, unfurling giant Golden scaled wings.

It was standing tall, and as she took a closer look, she realized it wasn’t quite a Dragon at all, but a large, Dragon - man hybrid.

He had long, muscled legs, a very well hung penis, with a tip that reminded her of a pointed tongue that she wanted nowhere near her, a chiselled chest and long, muscled arms. His snout was small and thin, fitting perfectly on his humanish face, and two horns sat atop his head.

His entire body was covered in Golden scales. Even his weird tongue penis had scales, and suddenly Cleo was slightly less terrified and more interested. She couldn’t help but wonder how that would feel inside of her.

His eyes gleamed a deep red, like rubies, and he took a step toward her, chuffing through his nostrils.

Cleo turned back around to the mirrors, expecting to see the Dragon reflected there still, but it was just her looking back. The Dragon man was gone.

The Dragon roared behind her, the sound propelling Cleo forward until she was sprinting frantically through the mirror maze, running for her life. He might not show up in the mirrors around her, but he was definitely behind her.

The ground shook as the Dragon gave chase, and her heart was ready to burst from her chest at any second.

What was going to happen if that thing caught her?

Its teeth had been so sharp, and it was at least eight feet tall. She was surprised it could even fit in the narrow hallway so easily.

Cleo turned a corner, slamming straight into a mirror. It rippled, and in the image the Dragon appeared, so close to her that she could almost feel his breath fanning across her spine.

Cleo spun around, her heart in her throat.

Standing there, with only a scant inch separating them, was the fire - breather from before, and he was as naked as she was.

The breath left her lungs in a relieved rush and she fell back against the mirror, her shoulders slumping.

‘I thought you were something else,’ she exclaimed raggedly. He tilted his head to the side, studying her as she clutched at her heart.

He was handsome, tall, and his muscles were chiselled to perfection. Long black hair pulled back in a bun with only a few strands dangling in front of his eyes….eyes that glowed like rubies.

Cleo’s mouth dried.

And his skin…his skin was flecked with Gold, as if it had been painted on him.

She gulped, her eyes dropping to between his legs. His cock was Golden, hard and long, aimed at her like a weapon of mass destruction. But it looked normal enough. No pointed tongue in sight. She was kind of disappointed.

“What a beautiful Diamond you are, wandering into my cave,’ he murmured, and his breath puffed out in a tiny ring of smoke.

‘You’re the Dragon that was chasing me, aren’t you?’ she asked without preamble, already knowing where this was going.

A Merman, Monster Clowns, and now a Dragon Shape shifter. Her night was certainly exciting.

Her honey pot spasmed with an aching need, slick slipping down her thighs as she pushed away from the mirror, wondering which direction would lead her out of here.

Except, did she really want to leave? No, she didn’t.

‘Would that be so distasteful?’

Cleo shook her head slowly.

‘Yes.’

He smirked, reaching for her hips and slowly caressing her as he stepped closer, his claws digging into her flesh. And that felt wrong. He Didn’t have claws in this form, he had hands.

And his palms weren’t soft at all. They felt like scales.

Cleo grabbed his hands in hers, frowning as she turned them over to inspect his palms. They looked smooth, and his fingers weren’t claws. Even his nails were filed down. What the fuck?

Then how….

He pinned her against the mirror, claiming her in a heady kiss she hadn’t been expecting. For some reason she couldn’t quite feel his lips, but his tongue filled her mouth, tasting her until she kissed him back.

He growled, the sound completely inhuman as his tongue slid deeper, stroking hers so languidly that she shook, her honey pot spasming with need.

Just as she reached for him, he pulled away from her mouth, breathing heavily.

‘I want your treasure,’ he snarled, eyes glowing a blood red.

Cleo’s head snapped back, the lust in her mind easing for a moment in confusion. ‘I don’t have any treasure,’ she whispered, afraid the truth would upset him.

‘Yes, you do.’

He grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her against the mirror and spreading her legs until they were pinned on either side of her, her knees kissing the mirror. She reached for him then, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He felt larger than he looked, and as his cock brushed her entrance, he felt so much different than he should have in this form.

So much bigger, and not at all normal.

Why didn’t he feel like the man in front of her? Her hands ran over his skin, touching scales instead.

She turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of them both in one of the mirrors.

Golden wings flared around them, and it wasn’t a man pinning her to the mirror at all, it was the dragon hybrid, far more intimidating in every way.

He’d tricked her!

Cleo tried to wiggle free, afraid that he’d tear her apart with his scaled Dick, but claws dug into her legs and he pumped his hips, spreading her honey pot wide with his cock.

She screamed more in panic than actual fear, her fingers digging into him as that pointed tip slipped into her, stretching her slowly to allow the rest of his mammoth Dragon cock inside.

‘You’re never going to fit,’ Cleo exclaimed with a whine, and he huffed, leaning forward and scraping her shoulder with his sharp teeth.

‘You’re pretty Honey pot can take it,’ he rasped, and then he pushed further in, nipping her skin as her mouth parted in a silent, shocked cry.

Pain was fleeting as more of him slid home inside of her, and just like he’d rumbled, she could take it.

And she did. A few more shallow thrusts and she was as full as she could be, panting and squirming against him as his breath fanned her shoulder.

His claws dug into her legs, holding her in place as he began to fuck her in slow, torturous thrusts that left her reeling.

She felt the tip of his shaft slip around inside her, as if it had a mind of its own and was licking her insides. It happened over and over, stroking her until she was coming all over his cock, clenching him tightly until he roared in pleasure.

‘Oh - fuck!’ Cleo threw her head back against the mirror, crying out again as he pumped into her more ruthlessly.

‘I will,’ he promised, snapping his hips so hard that she slid up the mirror despite his hold, a broken whine leaving her throat as he did it again, chasing her up the mirror with his monstrous shaft.

He slammed into her over and over until she thought that either the mirror would break, or she would. But neither happened, and as she came again, she welcomed more of him inside until he was almost buried to the hilt.

How was it possible? She didn’t know, but it felt so fucking good that her vision dimmed and ecstasy swirled around them both.

‘You’ve given me your treasure and now I’ll give you mine,’ the Dragon snarled, burying his cock further inside her with a roar that nearly deafened her.

Hot spurts of his semen shot into her honey pot and Cleo gasped. It was so hot, nearly searing her insides, yet at the same time it was incredible, and she came again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

‘I want to keep you,’ he rasped, teeth scraping over her shoulder.

‘Yes!’ She’d stay here forever if he kept fucking her just like this.

He groaned, licking her sensually. ‘Just one more visit and you’ll belong to all of us.’

‘What do you mean?’ She asked raggedly, her entire body shaking as he finally finished coming with a low grunt.

He didn’t answer, instead pulling out of her and staring down at her honey pot in satisfaction.

Golden cum oozed out, dripping onto the floor, and he sighed happily.

‘You look perfect covered in my treasure.’

He set her on her feet, but her legs were shaking so badly that she immediately collapsed, right next to his treasure cum.

‘I would carry you, shiny diamond, but you have to choose the path yourself.’

Cleo shook her head.

‘I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I just came here with a friend.’ A friend who she hadn’t even thought about in hours.

Cleo felt a pinch of remorse, but she had a sinking suspicion Sara had been a bit too preoccupied to think about Cleo either.

‘Choose the path,’ he said again, and then he disappeared in a puff a smoke.

‘Oh, what the fuck,’ she sighed irritably.

Once the smoke cleared, the black curtain she had entered through earlier was now visible again.

Choose a path….

Cleo stood shakily to her feet, eyeing the curtain.

She could go back through there, and she had a sinking feeling that if she did, all of this would be over. She’s be back where she started. But would that be the start of the demonic Fun House, or would she be taken back to the upside down carnival in the sky above her? Would she ever be able to return? She didn’t know and she was surprised by how bereft the thought made her feel.

She glanced behind her. Or she could finish the maze of mirrors and see what was waiting for her at the end.

(PEACOCK GEMINI WOODEN DRAGON)

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