Timmy, who is eighteen, went trick or treating with his longtime friends on Halloween night before attending the town's bonfire festival. Due to the large crowd that had gathered, he was separated from them during the festival. He heard a sultry female voice calling out to him. Looking around, he realized it wasn't anyone near him. While returning his attention to the festivities, the voice called his name again. He made...

The predawn sunlight woke her. Her lover was warm. He shouldn’t have been warm. Last night, even in the throws of violent passion, he had been cold. She heard the sound of a glass vial hitting the floor. Ah, the pumpkin vial from the gypsy witch. Drinking the paralytic had worked then, and she hadn’t died after all. She looked at her lover. He was still paralyzed from drinking her blood. She fell out of bed, and as she cr...

"I thought vampires were men," I stammered. "With fangs. Who sucked the blood out of your neck. Like Dracula." The beautiful, pale brunette who called herself “The Countess Valencia” smirked. Her face was inches from mine; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her scent was intoxicating. Her presence, powerful. "Blame it on those stupid, male chauvinist Victorians," she said. "When a few idiots caught wind of our little society in t...

Roses are red Halloween's not far Ghosts and goblins? No! VAMPIRES star! -- The intimate sharing Of pulsing life force Erotic extremes With no remorse -- No gushing fountain But a tiny stream Entices arousal In a magic dream -- As hands caress Erogenous zones Lustful throbbing Seeps into our bones -- Sipping elixirs From sources mixed: From pierced veins And legs, betwixt -- Each sense trembles With electric force A whirl...

His steel hardness pulsed inside of me, my pleasure nub rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone. "You'll stay still." "Yes," I moaned softly in a divinely erotic trance, completely surrendering to his commanding presence. His lips brushed against my neck, causing me to tremble in anticipation of his bite. The pain from his fangs piercing my skin was exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through my v...

As I lower my hips onto your lap, your thick desire slides into my wet folds. Ravenously lapping up the salty beads of sweat cascading down your neck, I savor your fear inextricably entwined with your longing. My starved lips press against your carotid, throbbing with your racing pulse as my fangs pierce the soft skin and metallic ambrosia slowly fills my mouth. Your seed warms up my lifeless body as I greedily absorb eve...

My footsteps echoed in the corridor as I approached the Wayback version of the Infernal. Unlike back home at Time Central Station, the hallway was bereft of others hustling about. Other than the clomp-clap of my rubber-soled, era-appropriate shoes and the flapping of a leather backpack matching every step, my only company was James excitedly pontificating "our" plans. His too-loud voice droned on, but I paid his words lit...

My chamber was comfortable enough, consisting of one barren-walled square room with a small wooden table, a few matching chairs, a luxurious bed, and a food area with some ancient metal box that kept foodstuff cold. There was a primitive drink dispenser beside that and a radiation-box, that they used to call a nuke, to warm up any food I might desire. Most happily, a small, simple door led to my own personal lavatory and...

Glinda, a lesbian submissive Vampire, was enjoying Kinktober. So far, without uttering her safeword, she had gone down on thirteen menstruating witches, been whipped by a Fairy, gotten branded and swallowed live piss from a Succubus. Candace, her owner, was going all-out, pushing every limit she could imagine; she'd been trying to break the dirty little slut for years. That's it! This would wring the safeword from her pet...