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...

"Crack!" The pumpkin Esmeralda was sitting on split in two, sending her sprawling on the ground. Her witch's dress flew up, exposing the fishnet stockings and naked pussy to the cute guy dressed as Frankenstein. Looking around for other guests at the Halloween party, he lurched from his pumpkin, his mouth hitting its target, his tongue sliding the length of the naughty witch's pussy. A sharp, shrill escaped Esmeralda. She...

She knelt in the thicket, nude, her pregnant belly painted like a pumpkin, waiting. The demons appeared, their massive members swinging between their legs. The largest demon spoke, "The hour has arrived. Will it be your body or your baby's soul?" "My body," she answered. "So be it." Each demon took an orifice. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. She overflowed with demon seed. The demon spoke again, "Y...

It was one of those languid summer afternoons so rare in England, when all one wants to do is to doze in the drowsy air, half drugged by the sweet scent of wild flowers, and lulled by the murmuring of the bees, busy in their task of gathering pollen. It was a time for pleasant daydreams of sensual pleasure, and Alice was lying half hidden in the long grass by the river bank, her reverie undisturbed by the lapping of the w...

Roses are red And since we are talking Of some hot ladies fictional My fingers went walking. Young Alice was spunky And once she had followed Sliding down that dark rabbit hole In libidinous games she wallowed. She loved to suck cock And swallowing hot jizz Insatiably lascivious She was known as a whizz. The very epitome of nubile Her charms were barely resistible And every red-blooded male Found most eminently fuckable....

I met her on Christmas day, hours after I had been run out of the church. I don’t remember how I found her home, it’s not the sort of place you find when you look for it. I was eight at the time and knew very little of the world or the people in it. So when I found that broken-down hovel with bones scattered around I didn’t think to be afraid. All I saw was the dark plumes pouring out the top and knew it had to be warm. “...

The Captain of the Venereal Guard looked at me, his face stony. “How could you? How could you insult our illustrious Queen like that?” I ignored him, looking down at my bound hands, ashamed, because there was nothing I could say in my defense. I was kidding? I didn’t mean it? I’m…sorry? Well, that last was certainly true. I had meant my comment to be a witticism, vying with the other courtiers to compliment the Queen. But...

Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire… …Annette ran like fuck. Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes. Briars had torn her gown and fires had singed it. Drenched by floods the cobwebbed fabric clung to her slender frame. She was scratched and scorched and foot-sore, yet...