The bonfire's smoky aroma permeated the crisp air as the wind howled ever so slightly. I found respite in a secret garden hidden in the woods. The trees sheltered me from the bone-chilling night as I took my rest on a large rock.
Eerie sounds resonated through the forest, making me regret wandering from the gathering.
Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. Terror raced through my veins; I was frozen in fear and could barely breathe as my impending doom crept in like an ominous fog.
“Come with me,” said a menacing voice.
I closed my eyes and shook my head like a petulant child. I was ill-prepared for this moment; I wondered what fate would befall me and how I might bargain my way out of this nightmare.
“No, please,” I begged. “It can’t be my time yet. There are so many places I have yet to see and experiences unconsummated. Surely, there must be something I can offer you in place of my life.”
The foreboding figure held out his scythe, which gleamed in the moonlight, now visible as the clouds dissipated. Removing the hand from my shoulder, the Grim Reaper pointed toward the darkness and said, “Come with me.”
Think! Use that ridiculously high IQ to outsmart this ghoulish angel of death!
Knowing I couldn’t outrun the demon, I decided my best bet was to use my wiles and attempt to seduce the psychopomp.
“Fine, I will… I’ll go with you. But first, let me offer a bargain.”
I stood before him, trembling, and removed my cloak, letting it fall away.
The Shinigami groaned impatiently.
“Just a moment,” I chastised his irritation. “You’ve yet to see what I’m offering.”
Slowly, I unbuttoned the peasant dress I’d worn as a costume for the Samhain Festival and let it drop to the ground. I had no panties on, but I undid the clasp of my bra and freed my full breasts before tossing the lacy garment onto the rock. I stood naked before the intimidating figure.
The sinister demon paused, head tilted, as if to acknowledge a willingness to hear me out. I let my hands roam over my body, squeezing my breasts and fingering my pussy.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked, shivering more from fear than the cool air suddenly swirling around me.
The figure nodded, then said again, “Come with me.”
“No, please. See this?” I gestured to my body. “All of this is yours if only you’ll spare my life.”
Head shaking no, the voice repeated, “Come with me.”
Impetuously, I grabbed the scythe and flipped it around so the blade was on the ground. Quickly, before the Reaper could snatch it back from me, I wiped off the handle with my bra, sat back on the rock, and thrust the wooden pole into my pussy.
Whether from arousal or fear, my pussy was drenched, so the object slid in easily. I fucked myself slowly, moaning and licking my lips seductively. The dark, flowing robe moved closer to me and made an unusual sound. I continued gyrating on the sickle’s thick handle.
“You want this pussy?” I asked suggestively. “If you let me live, I’ll let you fuck me any way you like.”
A deep grunting sound escaped the dark being’s lips as it moved closer still. Hands reached out and took over, plunging the makeshift dildo into my exceptionally aroused cunt.
“Yes!” I cried, feeling my climax growing near. With my hips bucking and back arching, my orgasm ripped through my body, spraying my juices everywhere.
Suddenly, Mr. Death removed the foreign object from my quivering hole and moved the folds in his robe to expose the most enormous cock I’d ever seen in person. It was long and thick, throbbing as he wielded it like a sword. I did what any woman desperate to cheat death would do; I spread my legs wider and begged him to fuck me hard.
The pale rider impaled me with his rigid shaft and hammered into me as I’d never before experienced. He lifted me off the rock and fucked me like a rag doll, grunting and moaning as he ravaged me. A multitude of orgasmic waves rippled through my body as my sex felt as though it was tingling with an exquisite fire.
