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I instinctively twitch my ankle, then gasp, glancing up at the towering monster before testing my weight on it. “It doesn’t hurt,” I whisper in awe. “You fixed it?”
The jack-O-lantern tilts its pumpkin head the way a curious cat might, as if it wants to communicate.
“Thank you,” I stammer, raising my voice above a whisper. “You saved me from those wolves, and now you’ve re-set my foot.” I lick my lips nervously when no conversation is forthcoming. “Can you speak?”
The monster shakes its head slowly from side to side, never taking its burning eyes from me. It watches me for a time. Then another tendril snakes out, writhing toward me to seize my wrist, tightening just enough to hurt. It tugs, drawing me nearer and nearer. I stumble forward, eyes wide, my heart in my throat as the living pumpkin vines pull my gloved hand toward its monstrous, green, dark-veined cock.
I know I should pull back, but I’m mesmerized.Oh, what the absolute fuck, Charleigh? You want to touch it?I bite my inner lip as my fingers come to hover just above its heinously impressive length. I don’t know what to say or what to think. And then the words tumble from my lips before I can make sense of them. “You did save me…” I reason. If it had wanted to kill me, it would have done so already. If the monster just wants a little tug of gratitude, what’s the harm?
“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” I ask plaintively, my dark eyes searching the Hellfire in his. “I’m going to touch you now…” I say, as much to myself as to the jack-O-lantern. Licking my lips, I take a deep breath and allow the tips of my fingers to trail along its cock.It’s warm.Not what I was expecting at all. The tendril on my wrist eases its grasp the more I cautiously explore.
In the next instant, its long fingers are on both my shoulders, pushing me down.Oh, God. It wants a fucking blowjob!I’m alone in the woods on All Hallows’ Eve, unarmed, and a monster is forcefully guiding me to my knees. And I have to admit, I’m filled with no small amount of mortal horror, but I’m also disturbingly turned on.I’ll be the girl that not only met a monster, but also sucked one off! I don’t think it gets any more goth than that.
“All right,” I say. “Have it your way.”
The jack-O-lantern removes its hands as I kneel on the damp ground and wrap one hand around its pulsing green cock. Glancing up into its fiery eyes once more, I hold out my tongue, leaning forward, and cautiously lick the gleaming green tip. I recoil as its slick juices touch my tongue, assaulting my tastebuds. I can’t believe it. There are no words.Its pre-cum tastes like fucking candy!“Holy shit.” I can’t help the deviously sly and excited smile that curves my lips as I go in for another taste.
Chapter Two
While his pre-cum tastes like candy, the green flesh of his cock tastes like oven-roasted pumpkin. It’s sweet and savory all at once. The dark veins pulse rhythmically under my fingertips as I stroke the monster’s cock and trail my tongue around its enormous, smooth head.What is this creature?I wonder. How can a beast be so inhuman and human at the same time? And why, for the love of God, why are my insides tingling?
The familiar ache of desire causes my cunt to throb, and I know in my gut that I need this nightmarish cock filling me as surely as I need air to live. The thought of its length and girth stretching and violating my very small but buxom human form has me clenching my thighs in angst.I’m wet. Sweet God, what is wrong with me?But I can’t deny how I feel. And this monster … this jack-O-lantern, has yet to harm me.
Perhaps I’ll walk away from this encounter unscathed. Or perhaps, once it’s had its way with me, it’ll kill me. Maybe it’ll burn me from within with its blazing Hellfire, immolating me alive? Or maybe it’ll use those ghastly claws to rip my still-beating heart from my breast, and leave what remains of me for the wolves, after all? I can’t know. And the truth is, after what happened earlier tonight with Cooper?I don’t fucking care.
Maybe it’s always been my destiny to fuck a monster? Maybe it’s fate that everything has unfolded precisely as it has to bring me to this precise moment, here and now, blowing an urban legend in the middle of the woods on Halloween? My goth heart thrills at the ludicrously absurd idea.Fuck it. Live or die, I’m doing this!
Taking the monster’s cock in both hands, I open wide, enveloping its head with the warmth of my mouth. Its slick sweetness coats my tongue as my lips stretch to accommodate such an ass-puckeringly huge dick. The jack-O-lantern groans as its cock hits the back of my throat. The sound is as unsettling as it is hot, and I feel inspired to take the beast as deep as humanly possible. Soon, I feel the rake of claws through my hair, trailing lightly over my scalp. Then the monster takes a hold of my head, guiding me forward, encouraging me to take more and more.
As I relax my gag reflex, I relinquish my hold on his cock and allow the monster to use me as he wills. For it, I am a willing hole, and I want it to seek its dark pleasures in me. The monster inches forward, holding my head in a terrifying, vice-like grip while thrusting its green beast down my throat. In and out, again and again, the breathtaking cock is relentless in seeking the deepest depths it can reach, sometimes cutting off my air supply altogether. I gasp around it, the brisk night air filling my hungry lungs, my eyes watering.
It’s so fucking big there is just no fitting it all in!I’ve deep-throated my fair share of college men, and even the biggest of them would feel my lips wrapped around their base, their firm balls slapping against my chin as they impatiently sought their own orgasm—with little regard for my own. The jack-O-lantern withdraws entirely then, his erect cock dripping more of that cloyingly sweet pre-cum. It releases my head and strokes my cheek with the back of its sinister curved claws, as if to saygood girl. The strange, small measure of affection and praise makes my ego soar and my heart sing.
Catching my breath, I sit back on my heels, looking up at my very own nightmare. He’s horrifying, but perfectly so, like a dark, twisted artwork brought to life. I lick my lips and moan. When did my hand slip under my dress and between my legs? All I know is that I’m horny as hell and sopping wet; my musk leaks down my thighs, sticky and warm.
The monster tilts its head in that cat-like manner again, then squats down before me. Using its claws, it delicately lifts the fabric of my Halloween-print dress and watches me furiously rubbing my clit. I can’t believe how turned on I am by this grotesque, pumpkin-headed, black-clawed, tendril-wielding creature. It’s curiosity and attentiveness have my cunt quivering with desire. And then I’m gushing, my release puddling between my legs on the dark, damp earth as I cry out. Head back, eyes closed, I ride the waves of my orgasm until I’m panting and light-headed.
I knew I was into all things taboo, but this is something else—it’s literally otherworldly.And I want more. I need more.I want to cum for this monster until I’m bow-legged and spent, until I’m nothing more than a hot mess of a human fuck-bag filled with pumpkin seed. No longer caring about how I look, or anything at all to be perfectly honest, I sit back, then lay down on the leaf-littered ground.I must look a sight!A petite but curvy woman with a neon orange pixie cut, laying spread-legged on a carpet of fall-colored leaves. All sense of modesty long forgotten, a laugh escapes me, and I grin, my eyes finding the blood moon and the twinkling stars above.
Closing my eyes, I exhale and breathe deep, not thinking, just feeling. I drink in the moment, the scent of rot and decay in the woods, the petrichor of the swirling mist that dampens my bare skin with tiny droplets, like millions of reflective crystal balls.I wonder what each one might reveal of my future if a fortune teller were to read them?And then I feel a gentle caress on my inner thigh, and my breath hitches in my throat.
The jack-O-lantern crawls over me, its burning Hellfire flickering behind the sinister, cut-out eye slots as I feel more tendrils trailing over me. My breathing becomes heavy once more as suddenly my wrists and ankles are wrapped and bound, the warm vines securing me spread-eagle. Other tendrils emerge as I raise my head and watch in abject horror—and awe—as they snake out from under the trench coat of shadows and down between my legs, seeking my soft, wet, and tender places.
The monster supports himself on his clawed hands, and as his tendrils tickle my aching clit, he rests his pumpkin forehead to mine. Images assault my mind, like a living montage, and I see the truth of the jack-O-lantern. He was once a man named Jack, as human as I, but he was a trickster and hurt many souls with his malicious ways. Jealous of his reputation, the Devil wanted to claim his soul, but being quick and clever, Jack outwitted the Devil in a cunning deal.
Jack could never enter Heaven, nor, after many long years on Earth, could he find respite in Hell. Tired and lost in the darkness, the Devil eventually took pity on him and gave him his blazing pumpkin head, filled with the fires of Hell itself, so that he would have light wherever he went, for the rest of his lonely days.
I gasp as the monster—Jack—lifts his head back, his burning eyes boring holes into my very soul, and my heart aches for him. He is a cursed creature and has never had a chance at redemption. He’s just caught in-between, damned to an eternal purgatory among billions of people he can never relate to or communicate with.How cruel life can be…An unbidden tear spills from my eye, and I sniffle it away. Reaching up with one hand, I lay it against the warm flesh of Jack’s pumpkin head.
“Can this be undone?” I ask, staring into his flames.
Jack shakes his head, and his tendrils increase their ministrations between my legs.
I bite my lip, drawing blood. “Oh, God,” I moan, as one particularly thick vine finds its way inside of me. Its soft but rigid form fucks me, gently and slowly at first, but then with more fervor. I writhe against my bonds, grinding my ass into the dirt as pleasure wracks my body. “It’s not fair,” I sulk. “You make me feel so good, and you saved me.” My engorged clit pulses in time with my heart, and I can barely stand it. “What do you want? What can I do for you?” I ask mid-moan, my voice escaping me in a breathy whisper.
Jack sits back on his knees, and I watch as he cradles his arms to his chest, then rocks them from side to side, as if nursing a baby.
My eyes widen at the realization, just as my second orgasm tears through me with brutal force, setting every nerve ablaze. I quiver and buck, whimpering through it.I’m so tender now, and every part of me burns!But it doesn’t matter. Jack wants a baby, a legacy to share with the world—offspring to keep him company through his eternal exile from Heaven and Hell.And I’m going to be the one to give that to him,I decide.God and Devil be damned. No one should be alone! No one. Not even Jack the Trickster.
