Her lover’s head rose from gorging between Carol's weeping labia.  A pumpkin glow, his gift, obscenely highlighted her juices drooling down his chin. 

“Succulent way to celebrate this occasion?” she gasped, post-orgasm. 

“Halloween is my time.” 

“For fucking?” 

“For this,” he growled, mouth ferociously plundering her ripe, steamy, core. Thrilled, Carol relished the rapture of being stretched so deep. God, his teeth were sharp. Why the teeth? 

His shirt ripped apart. Horror and fear, as a coarse, hairy back appeared. Teeth dug deeper. 

 A wolfish snout, dripping blood, howled triumphantly skywards, duetting Carol’s agonised screams.  

 Pumpkin’s satanic grin remained.