Echoes of bygone wails still resound in a mist-shrouded village. Ages ago, desperate for a bountiful harvest, the villagers sacrificed an innocent maiden to the insatiable harvest god, Demeter, beneath the crimson moon's glow. All that remained was a pumpkin lantern. Centuries later, Anna unearthed the cursed relic. When her hand touched its surface, Demeter appeared, a sinister grin tugging at his lips. With lustful hung...

He trembled beneath her pumpkin-colored gaze, luscious form, bathed in the streetlamp light, radiated with heat, and he fell into her hypnotic trance. "No need to fear me," she purred, "unless you fail to obey. Steal something for me before Halloween, something of value these hands cannot replace!" His breath quickened, captivated by her promise of his deepest desires. Her stare remained steady and his mission was set: ta...

PAK! I opened my eyes to a sharp cracking sound. I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed it and was trying to remember what I had been dreaming when [PAK!] I heard something hit the window again. I carefully peeked out, making sure not to move the curtain. With no lights on, my brother, on the lawn below, couldn’t see me looking down. “Charlie, wake up! Charlie, you douche,” he hissed. “Wake up!” I thought about going back to bed....

The driver’s pants were unzipped, stiff cock protruding. I rolled my eyes and opened my notebook, contemplating what charges to bring. “What’s going on here?” I asked. “I’m having sex with my sweet pumpkin,” he said, grinning. I glanced at the passenger seat to see a smiling jack-o’-lantern. “A literal pumpkin? How does that work?” He rotated the pumpkin. My jaw dropped. I felt a bit dizzy. A real, fleshy vulva glistened...

I received an invitation to a Halloween party. At the address, there was an abandoned house, I went in. A ghastly figure motioned me into a room. Once in the room, I felt cold skeletal fingers undressing me. I was directed to a bed where my arms and legs were strapped down. Watching a porno version of “Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” a ghostly figure with a pumpkin head settles on my hard cock, riding me 'til I came. I also wat...

His steel hardness pulsed inside of me, my pleasure nub rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone. "You'll stay still." "Yes," I moaned softly in a divinely erotic trance, completely surrendering to his commanding presence. His lips brushed against my neck, causing me to tremble in anticipation of his bite. The pain from his fangs piercing my skin was exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through my v...

She was a willing visitor, seeking satisfaction in the embrace of darkness. Her flesh and blood were eagerly offered to him—the vampire who had become her Master. Every night, his teeth pierced the soft skin of her neck, drawing forth the crimson elixir that flowed through her veins, sending a surge of intoxicating power through him. With each sip he took, she shuddered, moaning in exquisite pleasure. Their primal urges e...

When Ludvik dreamt, it was often of painted angels and demons, of starry skies and lofty peaks deep in the Carpathian mountains. He saw soaring spires and battlements, Gothic towers, Baroque palaces, domed cathedrals and impossible castles such as only his imagination could build. And, always in his dreams, he was a traveler; a restless seeker after truth and beauty. But wherever he travelled in his dreams, he always seem...

As I lower my hips onto your lap, your thick desire slides into my wet folds. Ravenously lapping up the salty beads of sweat cascading down your neck, I savor your fear inextricably entwined with your longing. My starved lips press against your carotid, throbbing with your racing pulse as my fangs pierce the soft skin and metallic ambrosia slowly fills my mouth. Your seed warms up my lifeless body as I greedily absorb eve...