Page 5 of Sinister Desires

Jack rests his clawed hands on my shoulders and leans down, his pumpkin forehead touching mine. Closing my eyes, images flood my mind, and my worst fear surges back, dumping me like a tidal wave. I see Jack in the darkness, alone. It unfolds like hundreds of All Hallows’ Eves before. He stands alone, watching as the shadows of night relinquish their hold, and the sun begins to rise, warm and rosy above the horizon. Jack begins to fade from reality, becoming transparent before vanishing in a swirl of black magic in the dawn’s light.

I lick my lips and withdraw, a tear rolling down my cheek. “You disappear when Halloween’s over,” I say, voicing what neither of us wishes to admit. “That’s what I thought might happen,” I whisper, my lower lip wobbling. “I wish you didn’t have to go, Jack.”

Jack places a clawed, dark green hand on my belly and meets my gaze. More tears fall. I know exactly what he means to say. He’ll be with me in the offspring I carry. “I promise I’ll look after them,” I say. “I’ll birth them here, Jack. This’ll be our house. And every Halloween, this is where we’ll meet, okay? No need for wolves or dead exes.”

My monster inclines his head in agreement, and I smile. “You know, I’m still feeling a little bow-legged, no thanks to you!” I grin, reaching for his hand. “But it’s still Halloween as far as I’m concerned, and I could really go for something sweet. What do you say?”

A rumble escapes Jack, and I laugh along with him. If I’m going to have to wait a whole damn year to be loved and fucked by my Halloween beastie, then we’re going to make the most of the time we still have!

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I moan around Jack’s cock, delighting in the way his veins throb, pulsing against my tongue. Swirling it around his green head, I draw back to flick his slit, savoring every last drop of candy-sweet pre-cum. Grasping at the middle of his enormous monster with my left, I trail my right down the shaft, all the way to the base, and just like any man, he has a sack. It’s firm, and warm, and fills my whole hand. I massage it between my fingers and thumb, rolling them, feeling the testicles within.

My jack-O-lantern growls and runs his claws lightly across my scalp. It sends a shiver through me, titillating my love of risk and danger, and encourages me to deepen my efforts. Slathering his head with saliva, I open wide—as wide as my mouth will go—and take him to the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex. Jack cradles the back of my head with one large hand, forcing it forward. His hips rock back and forth in a grotesquely seductive fashion as my throat spasms chaotically around him.

I’m in heaven.I’ve danced in BDSM circles at college, even met some older men who were long-term Dominants, but none of it ever made me feel the way I do right now. The satisfaction of just being used for Jack’s pleasure is almost sinful, and it’s not long before my ruined cunt is wet and aching, practically begging to be filled and fucked to hell and back, again. My hands tremble and find their way underneath my new dress and between my legs.

A vine seizes my wrist unexpectedly, like a parent slapping their child’s hand for reaching for more candy, and I gasp around my mouthful. Glancing up, I swear I can feel the delicious and sinister desire reflected in Jack’s permanent, fanged grin. The curling vine returns my hand to the base of his cock before retreating out of sight. A moment later, I moan, grinding myself against the firm vine so eagerly teasing my clit. Warmth fills my heart and soul as I realize just how deeply this monster cares for me.If I have needs, he will see them met … aggressively!

Another vine slithers along my slick flaps, then continues its journey to my ass. I bob my head forward with even more enthusiasm as Jack fucks all my holes at once.I don’t need a man. Not when I have Jack!Tendrils snake under my dress to wrap around my hard nipples. They alternate between light pinching and twisting, then stroke softly—soothing the tender skin with sweet caresses.Oh. My. God.My eyelids flutter closed, and my eyes roll back in my head.I’m going to cum!No man has ever done for me what Jack has. The only time I’ve reached orgasm is when I’ve done it for myself!

My whole body spasms and vibrates, shaking from within like I’ve swallowed a bucketful of liquid lightning. I choke on Jack’s cock, gasping for air as my release rocks me to my core; and in the next instant, it’s running down my thighs to soak the vintage floral rug. As if driven into a frenzy by the scent of my milky musk, my monster fucks my face with the enthusiasm of a crack-addict at a back-alley gloryhole.

Holding my skull in both his enormous hands, he roars as he lets go, his hot, candy-flavored cum filling my throat and mouth.Dear God. It’s too much!My eyes water with the exertion, but he doesn’t relinquish his hold. Riding the waves of his passion to their fullest extent, his seed leaks out my nose and pours from the corners of my mouth. It’s like being drowned in cotton candy.I could think of worse ways to go, I decide.

Limp and exhausted to my very bones, I finally catch an unhindered lungful of air as Jack pulls out, his cock still dripping and gleaming in the firelight. I sink to my ass in my own wetness. Lifting up the edge of my dress, I wipe my face on the thin cotton and blow the cum out of my head.And I’m a fucking mess all over again… I’m spending next Halloween utterly naked. Between the two of us, we’re a laundromat’s worst nightmare!

Jack sits down in the opposite lounge chair, just watching me.

Licking my lips, I offer him a tired smile. “I think I’m well and truly fucked, Jack. You really have ruined me for all men. You’re the only soul I’m ever going to want.” My monster curls his fingers, and I crawl across the floor, instinctively climbing into his lap. “I’m going to miss you, my trickster,” I whisper against his chest.

The jack-O-lantern pulls his coat of shadows around me like dark wings and holds me close with his monstrous arms, allowing me to soak up his warmth.

“Stay with me,” I beseech him as the first rays of morning light shine through the dusty farmhouse curtains. “Just a little while longer.” I nestle against him, tucking up my knees and resting my face against his muscular chest—like he’s all the protection in the world I’ll ever need. The slow, steady beat of his black heart soothes me, like the notes of a sweet lullaby. Fighting fatigue, I feel his sentient vines stroke my hair tenderly, and wipe away my tears. And then, despite my best efforts to cling to consciousness, I fall hopelessly into a deep, dark, and dreamless sleep.

Chapter Six

The sunlight douses me in awareness like an ice-cold bucket of water. My eyes fly open and I find myself alone, curled up on the lounge chair. My monster is gone, and All Hallows’ Eve is over. Shivering, despite the warmth of the fire, I hug myself. The evidence of Jack’s visit is crisp on my dress, and I bury my face into the white fabric—breathing in the scent of him. Willing his memory to last just a bit longer.

The sense of loss I feel is soul deep, and a hollowness permeates my very being. While the morning chill seems to seep into my veins, chilling my heart and filling me with sorrow. I don’t know how long I sit. But I don’t want to move. I just want to feel his arms around me. I want him inside me, filling me up so completely that we’re no longer two, but one.

And then I remember his seed spewing into my womb, and the feelings of comfort and peace it gave me, and I take heart. Resting my hands on my belly, I close my eyes and speak to the seeds inside me.Please grow strong. Stay sticky. Don’t leave me.

The next few days are a blur. Cooper’s disappearance is all over the local news, and my entire family freaks when I eventually make it back to my parents’, disheveled, glassy-eyed, and silent. The police come by to question me, and I tell them the truth—the first part, at least, that he humiliated me and abandoned me at The Lookout. That I tried to walk home through the woods. That I was accosted by wolves, but managed to escape. I tell them I never saw Cooper Mackie again.

Rumors circulate that we were in the woods together, that Cooper came after me and saved me from the wolves at the cost of his own life. A memorial service is held when they find nothing but bones, the town’s worst fears confirmed. Everyone assumes he died a hero—protecting me—and that I was so severely traumatized by the horrific incident that I quit college, moving into a nearby farmhouse to see out the rest of my days as a broken recluse.

I did quit college, and I did buy the abandoned farmhouse with my parents’ help. But it wasn’t because I was traumatized by Cooper Mackie’s death.I’m glad that pig is gone.But the town’s views suit me. They leave me be, and I’m free to spend my time renovating the house, filling it with my art, and nurturing my growing garden.

I never thought I’d settle in Farrowville, to be honest. Never in a million years! I always wanted out of this backwater, hick town, but not anymore.It’s where my heart lives.And now, I await All Hallows’ Eve like an eager child ready to hit the streets trick-or-treating…

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The moon rises and a thrill races through me, starting at my toes and fizzling out at my cold nipples. I bite my lip in nervous excitement as I trail my gaze over my well-tended pumpkin patch. My half-dozen pumpkins are my pride and joy. I’ve watched them grow from the size of my fist into shining orange globes that could take prizes at the town fair. They’re my babies, and tonight, when the moon reaches its zenith, they’ll awaken—and Jack’s legacy will be born.

As naked as the day I came into this world, I sit beneath the stars, eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on a blanket by the pumpkin patch. I’m feeling chilly, but it doesn’t matter. My body will soon thrum with warmth.He’s going to come back for me.I know it in my bones. You don’t connect, and fuck like that, and not come back.No amount of Halloween haunting could keep him away. I’m sure of it.

Just as the brilliance of the moon bathes the farm in its glory, I feel a gentle tendril stroke my cheek. My eyes are open before I draw my next breath, and I leap from the blanket, spinning on my heel toward the cornfields. And there he is, silhouetted by the moonlight, dark, sinister, and just as big as I remember. The Hellfire burns bright behind his carved eyes, and my heart sings.

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