Triskel Dominator

And then the silken musk overtook them, and they sank into ye ivory depths of the palace of the decadent and the debauched, as the song of thousands birds of paradise confused their senses with ululating cajoling and cryptic whispers of the pleasures yet to be discovered. And when the maidens of the prince of pleasure handled their earthly flesh, as it melted away into pure essence of bliss, their exposed souls found new, brilliant forms, radiant and free to taste and sample the full splendour of the hedonist heaven. Beasts of black obsidian and writhing flesh, white as marble, with veins of blue, noble blood arose to caress them with their pincers, elongated fingers and throbbing tentacles, their very skin changing and ever shifting to provide every possible and unthinkable sensation of tactile delight. And Lo! Their moans of pain, anguish, agony and endless pleasure mixed with the screams of the dying and the tormented, finding bliss so pure and mighty in the sharpest sensations.