Chapter 11
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were still in a trance as they were led through a secret hallway by the female caravan. There was a door at the end of the hallway that led straight to the giant oak tree; it was the same tree where Steve had gotten busy hours before. It was deserted outside, so no one noticed when the women's enchanted rings opened a doorway into the tree. The eight women and two men walked inside. A long stairway descended into a massive room. Ambrosia, their leader, waved her hand to magically light a chandelier made of iridescent lanterns. Sam and Dean stood for a few seconds, awestruck. They each almost had one just by gazing at the majesty around them.
The room was fantastic. The wood curling along the walls was uncut, yet it was smooth and polished. The colors and textures of the wood shimmered in the soft light. Two huge master beds, each with an elegant four-post canopy that grew up from the floor, sat on either side of the room. The canopies themselves were menageries of twisting branches. Even though the furniture was smoothed to perfection, it still retained its natural shape and beauty. Atop each bed frame laid a heavenly mattress, not too hard, not too soft, that was layered with silk sheets and pillows and a comforter. The lustrous bedding captured the various hues of the room around them: the reds, creams, the ambers, the chocolate browns. The small tables near the beds also grew up from the floor, and they were covered with bottles of various love lotions and massage oils. The men spied other doors and two restrooms nestled in the back with two spacious, elegant showers. Towards the front of the room sat a huge refrigerator with a clear door, packed full of dessert toppings, Champaign and other aphrodisiacs. Even the fresh wood smell of the room was intoxicating.
Subconsciously, the men were aware that this wasn't an ordinary room inside an ordinary tree, as if there was such a thing. Likewise, these probably weren't ordinary women. But all of their senses were too overwhelmed by the beauty of their company and of their surroundings to react. These magical chicks knew how to live!
"We call this the fantasy den, do you like it?" Laura Croft asked.
"Wow…." Dean was overcome.
"You…you really like wood," Sam couldn't help but notice.
Adora smiled and touched him there. "You have no idea," she whispered in his ear as he moaned.
Sam's harem led him to bed on the left while Dean was led by his harem to the bed on the right. The women began to undress the men in motions that were both fluid and savage. The women began to undress each other.
Sam's group used ointment to remove his Spock makeup. It wasn't that they didn't find him attractive as an elf, but it was too much like doing their cousin.
Milla Jovovich stepped towards a rope system reminiscent of those used on a stage. As she pulled it, a giant luminous drape began to divide the room in half. Once she was finished with her chore, she walked over to join Dean's party, allowing her dress to slip off in route.
All the lips, the mouths, the tongues, the breasts, the legs and everything in between…the men were smothered in luxurious nude bodies doing everything at once. The magic of the room gave the women slight telepathic abilities; they each could sense what they needed to do to give their man the optimal pleasure. They could bring their man to orgasm without ejaculation over and over again. Sam and Dean yelled out several times in ecstasy but they couldn't hear each other; the sounds were blocked by the enchanted curtain. The women even did things to each other, much to the brother's delight (the Winchesters were red-blooded American males, after all.) Time seemed to stop here, but the brothers were enjoying themselves for approximately two hours.