Hey there, my naughty darlings—it’s your favorite MILF seductress, Kat, here to spill the blood-red tea on a Halloween fantasy that’s been haunting my wicked dreams. As the queen of the night, I live for the thrill of the hunt, especially when it involves sinking my fangs into something far more delicious than just a vein. This year, under a full moon’s glow, I indulged in some pure vampiric voyeurism, watching my mortal plaything squirm before I claimed every throbbing inch of him. Grab your capes and get comfy— this story’s dripping with forbidden ecstasy, perfect for your spooky spank bank.
So Thirsty
The October air was alive with the scent of fallen leaves and distant screams from costumed revelers as I perched on the shadowed balcony of my ancient gothic manor. Halloween night—my favorite feeding frenzy. I’d been restless all evening, my full, heaving breasts straining against the sheer black lace of my corset, nipples hardening at the mere thought of fresh prey. That’s when I spotted him through the fog-shrouded garden: a rugged mortal, maybe in his late twenties, stumbling home from some pathetic party. His broad shoulders and tight jeans hugging a promising bulge made my immortal pussy clench with hunger. He didn’t know it yet, but he was mine.
I watched him like the voyeuristic vixen I am, my red lips curling into a smirk as he paused under a lantern, fumbling with his keys. Oh, the innocence of mortals—oblivious to the eyes devouring them from the darkness. I could hear his heartbeat quicken, sense the warmth radiating from his skin. My fangs ached, not just for blood, but for the life force pulsing in his cock. With a whisper of wind, I descended, silent as a shadow, circling him like prey in my web. He froze when my cool breath grazed his neck, but it was too late. “Trick or treat, handsome,” I purred, my voice a velvet command that made his knees buckle.
My Sweet Hung Prize
He turned, eyes widening at the sight of me—busty vampire queen in all my glory, curves poured into thigh-high boots and a skirt slit high enough to tease the promise of my shaved, eager slit. Before he could scream or run, I pinned him against the stone wall, my enhanced strength effortless. “Shh, my plaything,” I cooed, trailing my nails down his chest, ripping open his shirt to expose the hard planes of his body. His fear melted into lust as I pressed my massive tits against him, letting him feel their weight, their perfection. I could smell his arousal blooming, his cock swelling in those jeans like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked.
Kneeling before him in the moonlight, I freed his throbbing shaft—oh fuck, it was magnificent. Thick veins snaking along its length, the swollen cockhead already leaking pre-cum like a faucet of forbidden nectar. I leaned in close, my hot breath teasing the sensitive tip as I watched his face contort in ecstasy and terror. “You’re going to give me everything,” I whispered, my fangs extending just enough to graze that plump, purple head. He gasped, hips bucking involuntarily as the sharp points nicked his skin—not deep enough to draw blood yet, but enough to send electric jolts straight to his balls. The tiny prick of pain made his cock twitch wildly, a pearl of pre-cum oozing out for me to lap up with my wicked tongue.
Vampiric Voyeurism Keeps Me Thriving
I drained him slowly at first, my lips wrapping around that fat head, sucking with vampiric precision while my fangs danced dangerously close, threatening to pierce and claim his essence. He moaned like a man possessed, hands fisting in my dark hair as I bobbed deeper, taking his full length down my throat. Gagging mortals always makes me wet—my pussy lips slick and swollen, dripping down my thighs. But I wanted more than his mouth-filling groans; I wanted to ride him.
Pushing him to the ground amid the crunching leaves, I hiked up my skirt and straddled his hips, guiding that veiny monster to my eternal core. “Feel me, mortal—feel your queen milk you dry,” I growled, sinking down hard. His cock stretched me perfectly, filling my tight, undead cunt like it was made for me. I rode him hard like a storm. Grinding my hips in savage circles, my heavy breasts bouncing free from my corset to slap against his face. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, his swollen head battering my cervix while my fangs hovered near his neck, grazing his pulse point.
CUM, CUM, CUM
He was lost in it now, thrusting up to meet me. His balls slapping wetly against my ass as I clenched around him. “Cum for me, plaything—flood your queen with your hot CUM,” I demanded. My voice a husky command laced with moans. My voyeuristic thrill peaked as I watched his face—eyes rolled back, mouth agape—while I drained not just his blood (a quick nip at his throat for that sweet crimson rush) but his very soul through his spasming cock. He exploded inside me. Pumping thick ropes of cum deep into my pussy. Large amounts of white delight overflowing, soaking us both in sticky bliss.
As the moon watched our sinful union, I licked the last drops from his neck. Leaving him spent and alive—barely. Halloween nights like this remind me why I rule the shadows. Nothing beats the rush of vampiric voyeurism turning a mortal into my personal cum fountain.
Whew, darlings, writing that got me all hot and bothered. What do you think—ready to share your own Halloween fantasies in the comments? Hit me up for more stories like this!
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