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THE CHALLENGE

  • Set your scene in a fantasy world - high fantasy, sword & sorcery, elves, goblins, rogues, warriors, succubi, whatever your lewd little heart desires!

Deadline

  • Midnight (EST) , 12 July 2025

Limits

  • 1 entry per person
  • no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

  • 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
  • 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
  • 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits
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The Thorns of Briarhold

The moon hung low over the ruins of Briarhold, its silver light catching on the shattered spires and curling ivy like a beckoning finger. Lanternflies shimmered in the mist, their glow a soft pulse in the still air. Somewhere beyond the crumbling gatehouse, something sang, not in words, but in a voice that brushed the skin like a breath, trailing heat behind it.

Callen paused at the threshold, heart knocking in his chest. He was twenty summers old and not yet used to the weight of a sword on his hip, though he wore it proudly. His cloak was still too new , and his boots had barely known mud, but already the brambles here had left greenish smears across the polished leather. He took a step forward.

"You'll want to go slowly," came a voice from the darkness, smooth, measured, like warm honey sliding down a goblet.

Callen turned, hand on the hilt. “Who’s there?”

From the shadow of a broken pillar stepped a figure. They were tall, moved with a languid grace, and were dressed in deep violet robes that shimmered like oil in the moonlight. They had hair like black water, long and loose, framing a face so fine it was neither male nor female but both at once. They were dangerously beautiful.

“I might ask you the same,” the figure said, smile curling like incense smoke. “You don’t look like a grave-robber or a scholar. Are you here for the Thorn?”

Callen blinked. “The Thorn?”

The stranger stepped closer, circling him. “Oh, sweet boy. You’ve come seeking treasure and don’t even know its name.” Fingers brushed his shoulder as they passed behind him. “Briarhold was once home to the Court of Vines, a decadent little kingdom, all tangled in beauty and rot. The Thorn was their crown jewel... or so the stories say. They say it blooms only for the one who dares to bare themselves before it.”

“I’m not here for stories,” Callen said, too quickly. His voice cracked at the end.

The stranger chuckled. “Then you’re in the wrong place, novice.”

“I’m not...”

“...a novice?” the figure interrupted, amused. “Then tell me, boy, how many ruins have you entered alone? How many times have you crossed blades with monsters? How many times have you eaten the heart of your kill?”

Callen flushed hot. “None.”

“Mmm,” the stranger purred, coming to stand before him. “That’s what I thought.”

They were close now, closer than comfort allowed. The scent of them was heady, spice and old roses, like summer’s end. Callen wanted to step back, but his legs were rooted to the stone. Something here pulled a him. The stranger touched his cheek.

“Your eagerness is like perfume,” they said. “But down here, beneath the moss and bone, eagerness becomes hunger. And hunger...” Their fingers dragged along his jaw. “ Hunger can make a boy into something else entirely.”

“Who are you?” Callen whispered.

“Names are for tombstones,” the stranger said. “I am the one who never left Briarhold. I am the one who dances between the petals and the thorns.”

They turned and beckoned. Despite every warning stitched into Callen’s thoughts, he followed. The path wound through dead arches and vines so thick they barely moved when touched. Pale white blossoms opened as they passed, sighing with soft breath. No animals stirred here. No birds called. There was only the weight of old magic and something darker... a hunger Callen felt like a prey animal feels the predators' presence.

The tall being led him to a sunken garden, overgrown with twisted roses. In its center stood a pedestal, and on it, a black stem coiled like wrought iron, topped with a single crimson bloom.

“The Thorn,” they said, gesturing as if to a lover. “It waits. It tests.”

“For what?” Callen asked, voice dry.

“For the brave, the foolish, the curious.... it doesn’t care what name they wear.”

Callen stepped forward. The air grew warmer. The scent of the flower made his blood hum. Each breath filled him with something that wasn’t his, heat and longing and the echo of mouths he’d never kissed. The Thorn seemed to watch him.

“Does it… bite?” he asked.

The creature laughed, low and decadent. “Only if you want it to.” They came up behind him, their breath soft at his ear. “Touch it.”

Callen hesitated. “What happens if I do?”

“Then the garden blooms,” they said, lips nearly touching his neck. “And perhaps… you bloom with it.”

The Thorn pulsed. Callen wasn’t sure if it was light or movement, but it called to him. He reached out, some part of him telling him it was wrong, but unable to stop himself. His fingers brushed the petals, and there was a prick, sharp, but not painful.... then warmth, spreading up his arm like wine. He stumbled back, dizzy. The garden shimmered. Flowers opened all around, vines coiling, slow and sinuous, like dancers waking from sleep. And the person... thing standing behind him... changed.

Their eyes glowed like embers now. Thorns crowned their brow. Their robe fell open, revealing skin as smooth and pale as moon-petals, and patterns beneath that shimmered like tattoos of vines wrapping down their ribs and hips. At the front of their smooth, white body, a black thorn grew like a cock, smooth, long, and impossibly hard. They were not human, nor were they fae. They were something older, something hungrier, and Callen couldn’t look away.

“I thought I’d imagined it,” they murmured, stepping forward. “That someone like you would come. So untouched. So unsure.” They reached out, and Callen found himself stepping forward, drawn by something more than sight.

“I—” Callen began, but they placed a finger to his lips.

“Don’t speak. Not with words. Let the Thorn teach you.”

Their hands met. A tremor passed between them, shuddering, intimate. It was not lust, not yet, but it held the potential for lust. It was the whisper before the kiss, the hush before fingers find hidden places.

Callen felt heat pool low in his belly, his skin burning in the cool night. They didn’t touch him, not truly, but every inch of space between them seemed charged. He saw himself reflected in their eyes, wide-eyed, trembling, yearning. And he saw them too, cloaked in beauty like a blade sheathed in silk.

“Will it hurt?” Callen asked.

“Oh,” they said, smiling, “some truths should hurt.”

They leaned in. Their lips brushed his cheek, soft as a petal, lingering like a promise. "I will not force you," they whispered. "You may run... but if you stay, you’ll never forget how this place made you feel.”

And Callen, novice, trembling, awakening, did not run.

 

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Rise of an Incubus 

In a realm different than our own creatures are born and live in a pool of desire. They have no physical form, at least not a physical form as we might know. Instead they are beings of energy. That feed off and absorb the energy of others. They have individual personalities but a shared form and a shared desire to grow, copulate, and evolve.

Looking over her shoulder Sha'ani breathed out a blast of cold air in the damp dungeon. Flipping through the spell book she was getting frustrated. "It is not here." She groaned throwing her books to the floor. She could hear the army was closing in. "That dam Kara." She muttered. She had asked her for just a little time before reporting the theft but that goody two shoes just had to report her. With a huff she blew her long dark hair out of her face. Standing up she stood in the middle of the magic circle she had drawn on the floor. Taking a deep breath her slim figure trembled slightly under the robe. "Magic was about taking risks after all." She mumbled to herself. So what if the spell didn't exist she would create it. Hearing the army breaking down the door she knew it was now or never. Starting the chant of power the runes and crystals began glowing with an intense light. Enveloping her in white light 

In another world the darkness stirred. It felt the walls between realities weakening. This was it. This was it's chance to leave. To go where none of it's kind had gone before. Reaching out in the darkness it saw a bright light. Moving it's form towards the light it could feel itself separating from it's kind.

With a flash the white light turned dark. As the creature merged with the energy of her spell. The energy ripping Sha'ani's robe to pieces. All the magic in the room burst. Lighting the room on fire. As the energy surged through Sha'ani her body shook in orgasm. She let out a moan as her body experienced an orgasm like never before. Her hands gripping her supple breasts in pleasure. Collapsing she fell into the crystal in the center of the circle her pussy juice splashing onto it. The energy following a food source it had never tasted before rushed towards the crystal becoming trapped inside it. Sha'ani quickly regaining her senses. Looked around at the burning building and the crystal she had stolen. Now pulsing with a dark energy. A smile spread across her lips. Success. She quickly grabs the crystal and warps out of there before the army comes crashing in the room.

One year later. A maid enters her masters study. She must be quick about it before her master scolds her again. Reaching out she touches the crystal. The entity in the crystal reaches its mind out at her presence. "Hello again." It asks trying to figure a way out of the prison it is stuck in. The young maids fingers tremble. She doesn't know why but being around this artifact makes her feel things. Things she has never felt before but knows she wants to feel again and again. "Are you okay?" She asks. Noticing the light in the crystal seemed to be getting dimmer. "Just hungry." It replied. Just then Sha'ani bursts into the room and the maid pretends to be cleaning around the bookshelf. "What are you doing in here?" She snaps making sure her crystal wasn't touched. It had become a source of power and wealth for her this past year. Though she had felt its power diminishing and was becoming increasingly paranoid about it. "J...j..just cleaning like you asked master." The maids voice trembling as she spoke. Just then Sha'ani's attention is pulled away. "Kara what does she want now!" With a humph she slams the door and stalks down the hall. "Why do you do what she asks?" The entity asks the maid. "Because she is my master and my life is hers to control." She replies. "That's just the way life is." She turns to leave but something in her stops her. Sensing this the entity sees a chance to change it's fate. "Do you want to change your fate?" The words hang in the maids mind.

That night the maid sneaked into Sha'ani's room. She gripped the crystal in her hand. She didn't know why she was doing this. She just knew she wanted to feel the way the crystal made her feel forever. Creeping towards her master's bed she lifted the covers. It had said it needed to feed on energy. Her master slept naked. Her ample bosom rising and falling as she breathed. Taking the crystal the maid closed her eyes. Without looking she shoved it inside her master's pussy. With a shout Sha'ani woke up grasping towards the crystal but it was to late. The entity poured forth from the crystal bringing her to the edge of climax but denying her release. The maid hit by a wave of lust starts playing with herself in the corner one hand in her wet pussy the other on her tit. With every denied climax the entity grew stronger. Feeding off the sexual energy of the young mage. The crystal and the entity start merging with Sha'ani's body. Her mind breaking as she moans seeking the pleasure of orgasmic release. A pleasure her body was being denied.

The maid awakening slowly blinks her eyes. How long was she out? Looking down at her hand deep inside her own pussy. She gingerly extracts it with a pop. Her sexual fluids coating the ground her body sore from so many orgasms. Her stomach growled. How many days had passed? How many orgasms did she experience? Looking over at Sha'ani. Her face contorted in lust. Desperate for an orgasm she is humping the air. Looking the other way she sees it. Standing tall. Muscular shoulders flexing. The entity smiles at the maid. "Congratulations you are made of better stuff than her." He gestures towards her master. "Are you..." Before she can finish speaking he interrupts her. "Your new master? Yes I am." "What about her?" She asks pointing towards Sha'ani. "Her mind is broken. She is nothing but cattle now. But you...yes you will be helpful." Reaching out his hand the maid takes it.

Yes he can feel the untapped potential of this land. Now he just needs to breed. He needs to find a mate who could survive the process. It might take 10000 years but he will find a mate and begin his plan.

Far into the future a waitress approaches a man sitting in his office. He is watching a screen of the people in his club. "Master you called me." She asked bowing her head. He looks up smiling at his oldest and only friend in this world. "Yes. I found her." The entity smiled.

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