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Halloween N te. Two black-robed figures stood in the candlelit darkness of a long abandoned crypt. The stone walls around them were crumbling and covered in knotted tendrils of ivy. Spider webs festooned the dusty corners of the room and beady eyes watched them from secret hiding places. "Hurry up!"
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Chapter 1. It was getting close to four o'clock when I heard the familiar clatter of the gate leading into my backyard. I looked out of my study window and, as I anticipated, I saw Kelly and Mia arriving, in shorts and bikini tops, to go for a swim.
That was until he saw her eyes. Purely Sinful 4. I see mixed comments about this story. The pain kept growing and growing, as if her claws had been coated in acid or vinegar. Her tail gave a couple of powerful tugs, sending bolts of agony tumbling through Doug's body. When I saw the Succubi name within this storey I knew what to expect from this established character taken from one of your other storey arcs. The heavy footfalls were right at the entrance to the vault now. Probably some of the older kids making a mischief of themselves. From what I understand from the other stories like the soul goes into the succubuses stomach and burn forever. Doug watched as they ran ahead of him down the road. The hard stone edges of the stone slab cut into his protesting flesh. At first I guess she thought it was cute, but as she grew older she lost her fondness for the moniker. He stomped into the candlelit room. I love that bitch. Really effective blend of torment and sex without one overpowering the other. As a reader, I appreciate that you delivered on the promise of this genre: the story contained horror and eroticism. It's going to be interesting to see what she does to Clive when she gets him back to her domain It sounded like Figg, but Doug couldn't understand what he was saying. It grew thicker and twirled as if in the grip of a languid whirlwind. That pair, what were they up— Doug had looked at the side of his Mustang, his pride and joy, and saw that they'd carved 'TRICKED' in ugly large scratches that stretched almost the full length of the car. Doug didn't want to become the stereotype of an overprotective father, but there was something about these two. That Nyte agreed to his request doesn't really mitigate things since she still tortured him and destroyed his soul, she could have at least allowed him a chance to be with his family again one day. How dare they! Not like them. I'm sure I'm not alone in hoping we get to read the details of Clive's decline at some point. Spider webs festooned the dusty corners of the room and beady eyes watched them from secret hiding places. I do have my charms though. He could see it in her cold black eyes. She was focused on her grocery list when she felt a slight push against her cart. He didn't mind the dark clothes and alternative Goth look. And it felt really good, he was ashamed to think. If only he didnt attack Nyte with that bat, maybe it would not have been as bad. I'm going to take this bat and ram it right where the sun doesn't shine, he thought. Amazing Woman Ch. He was lifted bodily off the floor and swung around as if his two hundred pounds were nothing more than a rag to her. Still I guess you were going for a different sort of story than normal. Do it! Doug felt a clawed hand close around his throat. Carrying on like some kind of black magician with secret occult knowledge, even though it was just the usual bullshit teens experiment with when they want to be seen as different. Swipe to see more cams! My name is Sandra and I am 55 years old. Slechts Groot Ch. Ahead of him candlelight flickered against the stone walls of an old stairway leading down. They didn't have much time. I'm going to kill them. She didn't seem to have any interest in torturing innocents either. Doug saw her face and immediately responded by swinging his bat at her head as if he was A-Rod trying to blast a home run out of the Yankee's stadium. How dare they do that to his pride and joy. I graduated from college with a degree in American History just two weeks after that memorable visit.
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She took what she wanted, heard what the other two were planning. She was naked now aside from black thigh-length boots. She straddled his stomach and spread wide the lips of her vagina. Literotica Live Webcams. At first I guess she thought it was cute, but as she grew older she lost her fondness for the moniker. He bunched his muscles. I imagine it took some bit of courage to submit that story, and what a story! She licked Doug's cheek with a long black tongue that was far hotter than any human's. But still for me the this soul destruction thing goes unansered, was the Soul destroyed there or did it enter into Nyte where the agony continues? As much as he wanted to, to not respond to that would be to deny being both human and male. She ran a hand over the erection tenting the front of his trousers. He was holding a sheaf of yellowed old pages, each in its own plastic sheet protector. Log In Sign Up. Curses and loud crashing sounds came from somewhere near the entrance to the old cemetery. His cock was not free for long before her sinuous tail wrapped it in muscular coils. Those punks were in for the hiding of their life, Doug thought as he reached and stomped into the old tomb. That was intense A man can quickly become inured to either. Damn realistic looking costume though. The stone walls around them were crumbling and covered in knotted tendrils of ivy. It seems that way with Nurse Honey and Rosa and Verdie. Another thing was the fact that I was needing. My name is Sandra and I am 55 years old. His shoulder and knee joints screamed in agony as they were extended beyond their normal limits. I bet she won't even let you have the light on while you fuck her. Sort by:. It's a tough job, being a succubus' toy, but some poor chap has to be forced to do it, eh? This was an awesome story just in time for Halloween, and it was quite enjoyable to read. She started to thrust up and down, her pussy sucking at his cock as it plunged back and forth into her silken depths. Wow, while it wasn't really a turn on, it certainly delivered erotic horror. There'd been no one waiting on the doorstep. He'd tagged them for punks the moment his daughters had invited them over. That Nyte agreed to his request doesn't really mitigate things since she still tortured him and destroyed his soul, she could have at least allowed him a chance to be with his family again one day. But at last he got justice by what she did to those 2 bastards. Miss April Fyre s strip show opens a new world. I'm sure it won't be pretty. Welcome to Prague Fearless, strungout and fucking in the '68 Chicago summer. He slid deep into a warm tunnel moist with her arousal. Knee High Orange Nehi and love for small town sheriff. Super stupid. Great story. He'd got his breath back. Ashley was besotted with Clive Figg for some reason. Usually the men devoured in your stories had it coming in some manner, or chose poorly, or came into some kind of confrontation or mortal combat, but not here. He went to an old friend, Joan Leonard, who was a teacher at Ashley and Claire's school and had also taught Figg and Bradley Higgins a few years back, and asked for a second opinion. Doug saw her face and immediately responded by swinging his bat at her head as if he was A-Rod trying to blast a home run out of the Yankee's stadium. There was a load metallic crash as the gate was thrown aside.
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Two black-robed figures stood in the candlelit darkness of a long abandoned crypt. The stone walls around them were crumbling and covered in knotted tendrils of ivy. Spider webs festooned the dusty corners of the room and beady eyes watched them from secret hiding places. Curses and loud crashing sounds came from somewhere near the entrance to the old cemetery. They got closer as a large figure barrelled through weed-choked aisles. Their pursuer was not far behind and the flickering candlelight would lead him straight to them. He maintained absolute focus as he drew the last line of the pentagram with blood oozing from a cut in his forefinger. He stood and examined his work. Absolutely perfect. Exactly as it was set out in the old pages. It needed to be for what they had planned. He threw the white fluid into the centre of the pentagram. The heavy footfalls were right at the entrance to the vault now. There was a load metallic crash as the gate was thrown aside. Clive put the sounds out of his mind and concentrated on reciting the words from the ancient pages. He had to be exactly precise on this. He finished the summoning just as heavy footfalls were thumping down the steps to the tomb they were hiding in. He didn't have to wait long for something to happen. As the echoes of the last word faded away the lines of the pentagram began to glow with a deep crimson light, as if flames were shining up from the very depths of hell itself. A puff of thick black smoke swirled upwards out of the dusty stone floor. It grew thicker and twirled as if in the grip of a languid whirlwind. A strange fragrance, sweet like exotic poison, tickled Clive's nostrils. Large black bat wings were folded behind her back. A miniature pair sprouted from the side of her head, just below a pair of jet-black horns. A sinuous black tail swished behind her like a hungry snake. Despite this, she was still sexier than any girl Clive had seen in real life. The proportions of her body were impossibly perfect. From an ample chest, with milky-white breasts straining to escape a baroque black basque, her body tapered down to a narrow wasp waist before swelling back out into the inviting curves of her hips. Her face was as perfect as a Russian model's and colder than the wastes of Siberia. At that moment a squat thickset man wielding a baseball bat barrelled into the room with a barrage of curses. He'd tagged them for punks the moment his daughters had invited them over. Ashley was besotted with Clive Figg for some reason. She was at that unfortunate age when tall, dark and mysterious bad boys were completely irresistible. Doug didn't want to become the stereotype of an overprotective father, but there was something about these two. He didn't mind the dark clothes and alternative Goth look. Heck, back in the day he'd listened to Sabbath and Maiden and had hair hanging down to his waist. No, there was something sly and unwholesome about that pair, especially Figg. That one was a cocky bastard for sure. Carrying on like some kind of black magician with secret occult knowledge, even though it was just the usual bullshit teens experiment with when they want to be seen as different. He didn't want his instincts as a father to bias his judgement though, so he'd done a little background digging. He went to an old friend, Joan Leonard, who was a teacher at Ashley and Claire's school and had also taught Figg and Bradley Higgins a few years back, and asked for a second opinion. There's not much you can do when you're born as dumb as a box of rocks. He dressed in the usual outsider fashions, but he was always polite and deferential to the staff. A model pupil in that respect. I don't like saying bad gossip on anyone if I don't have the facts to back it up. And there was that incident with him and a girl a few years back. Nothing concrete though, he's the type where nothing ever is. That was enough for Doug.