Rebecca Spends Halloween at Home

This year, I didn't feel like going out to any Halloween parties, so I stayed home to give out candy. Since I wasn't expecting company, I only put up a few things near the door for the trick-or-treaters. There was no point decorating the rest of the condo when I'd be the only one to see it. That gave me a good excuse to be lazy.

My place was the last door on the third-floor walkway. That might be why I didn't get many trick-or-treaters.

I wasn't going to spend much time on my costume either. A witch's hat, black shirt, black skirt, and a little white and black makeup, a half-assed attempt to look like a skeleton. The kids wanted candy, and they didn't give a damn whether I had a costume.

A small bucket that looked like a pumpkin was filled with candy and sat atop a small table next to the door.

It wasn't long before I heard a noise outside and then a knock.

When I opened the door, I found three small figures who looked a lot like the Oompa-Loompas from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

"My, your costumes look fabulous," I told them.

Looking around, I didn't see an adult anywhere. Rather strange.

I bent down to look more closely and was amazed at how well the costumes were made. They didn't even look that young. The larger of the three had crow's feet around his eyes and a goatee with a few strands of grey.

Standing upright, I grinned and said, "You're supposed to shout trick-or-treat so you can get some candy."

They looked at me blankly. Maybe they are just shy, I surmised.

The largest one turned to the other two and said something in a language I couldn't understand. They answered just as quickly, but I couldn't make sense of a word.

The bigger figure, BigOne, turned to me and held up his hand.

I had a small foyer just inside my door, with a wall a few feet away.

Suddenly, a strong, invisible force threw me back against the wall. I dropped the pumpkin bucket, and candy scattered across the floor. My arms and legs were pinned against the wall, my legs spread wider than I thought possible. I couldn't move. I tried to shout or scream, but my jaw wouldn't open.

BigOne approached me, stopping when he was only a few inches away. His face was level with my groin. Grabbing the hem of my skirt, he pulled it up, revealing my black panties. They weren't sexy panties. Hey, what did you expect? I was giving out candy to trick-or-treaters, not hoping to get lucky.

I strained mightily to free myself from the wall, but I couldn't budge.

These were not children. They're adults! Small, but still adults.

BigOne slid his finger into the crotch of my panties and pulled them to the side. My exposed pussy felt a small breeze passing through the open door. He leaned in closer until his nose was practically touching my clit. He took a few deep breaths. I shivered when I felt his tongue slide through my folds, tasting me.

I wanted to escape so badly, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.

BigOne turned to the other two and said something that seemed to excite them. They exchanged pleased looks. He then turned back to me and ripped my panties away. He buried his tongue in my vagina and swirled, twirled, and licked it as only a cunnilingus expert knew how.

While he licked my clit, he slid two fingers inside. After pistoning them in and out a few times, he added a third finger. He continued to stroke me. Then, he added a fourth finger. Even though his hand was a little on the small side, he still spread me wide open. He paused long enough to add his thumb to the mix. I felt pressure at my pussy's opening as he pushed firmly until it finally gave way and his entire hand entered my body. He continued to lick my clit while he fisted me.

It was a new feeling for me; I had never been fisted before. Truthfully, I found it hot. I felt so incredibly full, different from being with guys who had big cocks.

The other two, LittleOne and LittleTwo, chittered between themselves until LittleTwo crawled up BigOne's body and stood on his shoulders. His face was at the same level as my breasts. He grabbed one breast in each hand, squeezing and kneading them. Not liking how my shirt got in the way, he tore it off. After a brief struggle with my bra, he pulled it away and threw it across the room.

With my clothing no longer an issue, he attacked my breasts and nipples. He twisted, pinched, and pulled on my little buds, which were now hard and protruding. I liked my sex a little on the rough side, so what he was doing actually turned me on.

LittleOne now crawled up BigOne and LittleTwo. I peered up at him as he perched himself on LittleTwo's shoulders and unbuttoned his pants.

Oh, crap, I thought. He's going to pee on my head. The little shit. I'm not into golden showers!

He dropped his pants to his ankles. I had to say, for such a little guy, he had a big cock. The proportions looked all off. And it was hard.

I felt my mouth open. I tried to close it, but I had no control over it. In one fell swoop, LittleOne dropped to his knees on my shoulders and pushed his cock into my mouth. He released a small moan once it was completely inside.

Using both hands to grab my hair, he fucked my mouth. He pushed it all the way in too. My nose was pressed firmly against his groin with each vigorous thrust. My tongue acted like it had a mind of its own, twirling and licking his cock.

I couldn't believe all the sensations my body was experiencing. Briefly, I questioned whether they were going to fuck my ass.

BigOne's merciless tongue and fist still in my pussy were bringing me close to orgasm. I couldn't have stopped it if I'd wanted to. My core felt like it was melting, his tongue setting my clit on fire. I was getting so close. If I could have, I would've begged them to push me over the edge. I was right there, so tantalizingly close. I could feel it building within me.

LittleOne grunted, and his cock erupted. The feeling of his seed filling my mouth was enough. I wanted to scream to the heavens, but with my mouth full of cock and semen, I couldn't. My pussy squeezed BigOne's wrist so hard I thought I might break it.

I swallowed as fast as I could. However, there was too much, and some leaked from the corners of my mouth, ran down my chin, and dripped below.

LittleTwo threw a fit because LittleOne's cum was falling on his face. He wiped it off, and though I couldn't understand what he said, I was pretty sure he was cursing him.

Once LittleOne pulled his cock out of my mouth, I took in a huge lungful of air. My heart slowed as my orgasm subsided. To my surprise, his cum was like creamy chocolate. God, if all men's cum tasted like this, I would be sucking dick all the time.

LittleOne climbed down to BigOne's shoulders, and LittleTwo crawled up to take his friend's place. He dropped his pants, put his cock in my mouth, and fucked it. It didn't take LittleTwo long before he emptied his chocolate ejaculate down my throat.

Once LittleOne and LittleTwo were back on the floor, they watched as BigOne lowered me until he could put his cock in my pussy. He was ruthless, ravishing me until he had me going over the edge again while he shot load after load inside me.

When he finished, he backed away, and I felt what seemed to be a never-ending stream of liquid draining from my pussy.

He lowered me farther, put his cock in my mouth, and made me clean it. Then, he pulled up his pants, and all three walked out the door without a word. Not that I could have understood them anyway.

How rude. They could have at least closed the door.

Looking outside, I could see a young couple and their kid, who was dressed as Superman, walking across the condo parking lot. They never looked my way. I wondered how everything could have gone on with the door open and no one noticing.

Not long after, I heard footsteps approaching my doorway. A handsome man with short black hair stopped. His eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw me naked and strung up against the wall.

His eyes took in the puddle underneath me and the candy that the small guys had spilled and trampled. He peered farther into my condo to see if anyone else was there.

Stepping across the threshold, he moved closer to me.

"Do you need any help?"

"Yes, please," I replied, surprised that my mouth was working again even though my other muscles remained frozen.

"I'm going to place my hands under your arms and see if I can pull you away from the wall."

"Okay." I nodded.

As he positioned his hands, I thought his palms grazed my breasts a little more than necessary, but if he could get me down, I was willing to put up with him copping a feel. Besides, that wasn't even close to what the small guys had done to me.

Amazingly, as soon as he tried to lift me, my legs and feet dropped, and I fell against him. I would have collapsed to the floor if the stranger hadn't been supporting me. My lower body was numb.

He wrapped his arms around my torso and held me upright. A tingling spread through my lower extremities as sensation returned, but I still couldn't stand without his help.

Leaning against him, a sense of peace and contentment swept through me. His strong arms were a reassuring presence after everything I had been through. I turned my head and laid it on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and let this stranger hold me upright. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I listened to young children in the distance laughing and yelling about their trick-or-treat spoils.

After a while, I realized I could stand on my own, although I felt a little dopey. I gazed up at the stranger and smiled. Did I drink a couple of glasses of wine and forget about it? That was what I felt like. No, make that three glasses.

"Thanks so much for your help," I told him.

He smiled back. "No problem. I'm always happy to help a woman as beautiful as you. What is your name?"

I giggled like a teenager at his compliment. "My name is Rebecca. Nice to meet you."

That was when I saw his teeth. In place of his canines were sharp fangs. Then, I noticed the cape.

"Whoa, are you Dracula?" I asked in an astonished, childlike tone.

My benefactor rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, I'm not Dracula. Damn Hollywood to hell. It's the bane of my existence. They've convinced everyone that any man with fangs is Dracula. No, my name is Edgar."

I couldn't help giggling again. "Edgar doesn't sound very vampirey."

A grumble of exasperation rumbled in his throat, and he rolled his eyes a second time. "You'll have to take it up with my parents. They're the ones who named me."

"Ooo, were your parents vampires too?" I asked, enthralled by him.

"No, I was turned by a vampire called Worf."

That set me off laughing. "Woof? Who names their kid Woof?"

"No, not Woof. Worf."

My eyes widened. "Oh my God, the vampire who turned you was a Klingon? Does that mean you're part Klingon now? That would be so awesome. Can you speak Klingon? Say something in Klingon." Before he could answer, I fired off another question. "Did he ever take you to the Klingon home world, Qo'nos?"

"No, that never happened. There's no such thing as Kling-- Never mind," he said, frustrated.

"Oh," I said.

I then became aware of something long and hard pressing against my stomach.

Edgar seemed to be using some kind of magic or supernatural power to control me. I felt off, but I didn't care. I couldn't resist reaching down and groping his cock through his pants. My fingers fumbled nervously with the button as I worked it open, and his trousers fell to his ankles.

"Is this part Klingon?" I asked mischievously, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and stroking it.

He smiled and bent his head to kiss my neck. I drew in a deep breath when his lips touched my skin and tilted my head to give him better access. I moaned as his fangs slid along my smooth flesh, caressing it. Placing his hands on my hips, he pushed me back firmly against the wall. He kissed my neck gently before opening his mouth. I winced when his fangs penetrated my skin.

Edgar moaned slightly while he drank my blood. Never before had I been so turned on. My core was so hot I thought it would melt. I spread my legs, inviting him to penetrate me there as well. He eagerly accepted, and his shaft slipped easily into my wet pussy.

As he thrust roughly inside me, his head dipped, and his mouth latched onto my nipple. He sucked and bit it, then moved to the soft flesh at the top of my full, firm breasts. His fangs sank into me once more, and he greedily suckled my flowing blood.

As he drank my life, I could no longer hold back my orgasm. I crashed over the edge, screaming in ecstasy. Edgar held me tightly so my thrashing wouldn't tear his mouth away and cause my blood to spill.

He was sucking on my breast as if his life depended on it. He banged my body against the wall over and over as he erupted in my vagina while driving himself as deep as possible.

We came down from our peaks, leaning against each other and the wall, breathing heavily. My eyes slowly opened, and I could see people walking across the parking lot. How did they not see or hear us?

Edgar looked into my eyes and kissed me passionately. I felt an overwhelming urge to sink to my knees. I couldn't have defied his silent command, even if I'd wanted to, so I knelt in front of him. After drinking my lifeblood, he was now my master, and I had to obey.

He was still hard, his cock drenched with my juices. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back and shoved his cock into my mouth. My tongue twirled over his glans as I sucked him for all I was worth. He pumped into my mouth, and with a groan, he thrust deep and exploded down my throat.

After the last contraction ended and he had rested for a bit, he pulled his cock out and lifted me to my feet. After buttoning his pants, Edgar kissed me deeply.

"I'll be back next year on Halloween. Now that I've drunk your blood, I can find you no matter where you are."

He gave me another kiss, turned, and walked out the door. As he walked through the doorway, I felt the force pull me flat against the wall again, leaving me unable to move.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned.

With Edgar gone, the woozy feeling in my head had vanished. And the door was still open. I watched people come and go, but no one looked my way. No one came to help me.

After a short time, I heard the click of high-heeled shoes approaching my doorway. The stilettos belonged to a woman with a high, jet-black beehive hairdo. Her hair trailed down between a pair of huge tits, with an enormous amount of exposed cleavage. Her black dress stopped at her knees and had a hip-high slit on both sides.

"Oh my God, are you Elvira, Mistress of the Dark?" I asked.

"Hell no! That wench Elvira stole my look, and she's the one who got all the fame and a Hollywood movie," she growled. "I'm Eliza, Princess of the Dark."

She stepped close to me and sniffed. Her nose turned up at the smell of all the sexual fluids dripping from my body.

"Ugh, the Wiggins have already been here. I can smell their spunk. They are disgusting little vermin. Decades ago, I fucked all three at the same time. I thought it would be a little bit of fun. Oh, they had their fun, fucking all three of my holes over and over, spraying their cum on my face and breasts. Then, they all just left without giving me a single orgasm. I swore I'd never engage with those three little pricks again, no matter how horny I was."

She sniffed again.

"Ahh, I see Edgar has been here as well. He's a nice one to take to bed, as long as you don't mind him sucking your blood. He can't turn me when he sucks me. I'm already part of the dark realm, so his vampire powers do not affect me."

She looked my naked body up and down. Fluids, some of them dried, were on my chin and breasts. Edgar's cream was still running down my thighs. I was sure my hair was disheveled and my makeup was smeared.

"You certainly don't look like a woman that every hard dick in the dark realm has been busting a nut to find for centuries."

"For centuries? But I'm only 26," I whimpered.

"They didn't know when you were going to be born, so they've been searching all these years."

As Eliza backed away and made a come-hither motion with her finger, my body floated in the air and followed her into the living room. She twirled her finger, and my body rotated until I was horizontal, with my back facing the floor. She then lowered me until I was flat on the floor, frozen in place, my legs spread.

Eliza stood straddling my torso, her feet close to my ribs. I could see her bare pussy under her dress. She lowered herself to her knees, positioning her wet folds so they hovered over my lips.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to lick me, suck on my clit, and give me several orgasms. When I'm done with you, I'll leave you where you lie. Don't worry, though. You're going to have fun too."

She pressed her cunt against my mouth.

"Now, start licking."

It wasn't the first time I had been with a woman. I once had a roommate, and we got drunk one Saturday night. We talked about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. So, we gave it a go. She licked me to orgasm first, and then I gave her one. After it was over, we decided that, while we enjoyed it, we liked cock better and never repeated the act.

I ran my tongue over her outer folds and stopped abruptly. Someone else was in the room. I felt their tongue on my pussy.

"Don't stop," Eliza ordered.

I felt another force take control. I guessed it was Eliza. My tongue extended, and I ran the tip along her lips.

The other tongue returned to my pussy lips.

I ran the tip around her opening and across her clit. I gasped when I felt a tongue lick my erect nub, but I continued to kiss and lick her.

After a few moments, I realized something. The other tongue was mirroring every movement of mine.

I licked her clit, and I felt a tongue lick my clit.

I slipped my tongue inside Eliza, and the anonymous tongue slipped inside me.

Everything happened at the same moment.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Eliza asked. "What you're doing when you lick me is licking your own pussy as well. There is no one between your legs. I cast a magic spell so you feel what you're doing to me. Now, quit fucking around and do some serious pussy eating that we'll both enjoy."

She was right. It was the craziest sensation, but it was also extremely erotic. As I said earlier, I had only licked one other woman's pussy, so I wasn't sure if they all tasted about the same. But I had tasted my own juices after a man had gone down on me, so I was pretty familiar with my taste, and Eliza's tasted the same. Did her magical spell make me think we tasted the same?

Setting those thoughts aside, I concentrated on Eliza's pleasure. I could feel her heat against my face. My tongue slid along her wet folds, slipped inside her, and then circled her clit. The tip flicked back and forth across her hard little nub. It was difficult to ignore my own pleasure, though.

I was panting heavily, and her sex dripped fluids across both cheeks. She lowered herself and pressed her cunt tightly against my mouth. Her pelvis rocked against my lips, spreading her wetness all across my face. The feeling was so erotic. I could lick her and knew exactly where it felt the best on my own pussy. I had been with some guys who did a great job when they were down there, but it was nothing like this.

I reached my first orgasm in no time. This wasn't the time to let up, though. Eliza was still waiting for hers. Plus, I didn't know if I would ever have this kind of experience again, so I continued to run my tongue all over, exploring places that no man ever had. My orgasms came in rapid succession.

Eliza's legs began to tremble, and I knew she was close to the edge. Surprisingly, my arms worked. I ran my thumb across my cheek, gathering up as much of her wetness as I could. Reaching up, I slid it across her back entrance a few times and then pressed hard until it went past her ring.

Eliza screamed as my thumb sank deeply inside. Her orgasm made her squeeze so tightly that I doubted I could have pulled my thumb out even if I had wanted to.

Still resting her pussy on my mouth, she leaned over, placed her forearms on the floor, and rested her head there. Her chest heaved as she gulped for air. I kissed her folds gently and softly ran my tongue up and down both sides of her opening. She occasionally twitched when I hit a tender spot.

Eventually, Eliza raised her head and stood. My thumb slipped out, and my hand fell to my side. She knelt next to me and gave me soft, gentle kisses.

Standing, she said, "Thanks so much for the evening. This was extremely satisfying. Maybe I'll see you next Halloween. Ta-ta."

With a little wave, she disappeared out the door.

I was glued to the floor and couldn't move. Unsurprised, I decided that since there was nothing else to do, I would lie there for a while and rest.

The click-clack of Eliza's heels had barely disappeared into the night when I heard more footsteps. These were quieter, and I could hear whispering. I looked toward the door as they stopped at my doorway.

My eyes widened in shock at the sight of three or four men who looked like they came from one of the uncontacted tribes in South America. They wore only loincloths. Two of them had necklaces with what looked like bones hanging from them. Intricate patterns of body paint covered their chests.

As they entered my condo, I saw even more approaching the door. How many are there?

Based on my experience with the previous visitors, I didn't like where this might go. I realized my hunch was right when I saw tents forming in the front of their loincloths. All three who had entered the condo reached underneath and rubbed and stroked their cocks.

They talked and motioned at me, but I couldn't understand a word. A decision appeared to have been made. One man knelt between my legs. I still couldn't move, so I took a deep breath and accepted what was about to happen. I've already been fucked so many times tonight I might as well add to my body count.

Without preamble, the man pushed his loincloth to the side and sank his cock into me until he was fully hilted.

He rolled me over so I was on top. He thrust into me vigorously. Another knelt behind me. I knew what would happen next. His cockhead pushed against my anus and slid deep inside my bowels. He moaned when he was balls deep.

Both men fucked me like they hadn't been laid in years. I had to admit, they felt pretty damn good.

I felt like a rag doll. I had no control over my body. The two men were strong and held me while they satisfied themselves. The man underneath squeezed my breasts while pulling and biting my nipples. There were so many sensations happening all at once. I had never been fucked like this. My inner core heated up, and I could feel an orgasm approaching.

The man fucking my ass moaned, and I felt him empty his balls inside me. He pulled out and left the room.

A man from outside entered and took his place. I soon had another cock in my ass. It was slippery from the first man's cum, so he slid in easily. The man fucking my pussy released, and we all rolled over as a bundle so another man could take his place. I couldn't tell how many men were standing outside, waiting to have their way with me.

One by one, the men took their turns with me. I lost count of how many there were. The same went for my orgasms.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. The two men who had their cocks in me pulled out quickly. Grabbing my arms, they raised me and arranged me so I was sitting on my heels. A large, strong man entered. He wore a massive headdress with feathers and armbands. His entire body was painted in various shades of red and black. A bone pierced his nose.

The two men knelt next to me and bowed their heads. I reasoned this guy must be the top dog in their tribe. He stood in front of me and talked to the two men. They gave short answers and barely raised their heads as they spoke.

He gave an order, and the two rose higher on their knees. One was on either side of me. They grabbed my jaw and forehead and forced my mouth open. I had wondered earlier why none of the men had tried to stick their dick in my mouth. Now I knew why. My mouth was being saved for their chief. No one was allowed to sully it before him. He stepped closer and pushed his loincloth aside, revealing his large, hard cock.

Then, a disturbance at the door drew my attention, and another man entered the room. He was a big man too, about the same size as the chief. He approached the chief and spoke angrily. He looked at me and then back to the chief, motioning toward me a couple of times. Whatever they were arguing about, it apparently had something to do with me. Maybe the newcomer is a challenger?

Their voices grew louder, and their arm motions became more belligerent.

Fists began to fly.

The two men next to me pulled me to my feet, and all three of us moved a safe distance away.

The two combatants slammed into a wall and knocked down a picture of my family from our Cancun trip. The frame and glass broke when it hit the floor.

A lamp was knocked off a nightstand and shattered.

Nobody tried to break up the fight. It looked like my mouth, and maybe more, was going to the winner.

At one point, the challenger fell onto my couch. I cringed when I saw blood streaked across the beige fabric. Finally, both men, in their struggle, fell onto my coffee table, smashing it into hundreds of pieces. The challenger was on the bottom when they hit, and that was it for him. He simply moaned.

After rising to his feet, the chief yelled to the men standing outside. Two ran in, picked up the challenger, and carried him away.

The chief had cuts, scratches, and bruises on his body, but he didn't seem to notice. He gave an order to the men holding me, and they took me back to the middle of the room and pushed me to my knees. They then pried my mouth open in preparation for the chief.

He stood in front of me, his breathing still heavy. The chief had lost his erection during the fight, but he now gripped his member, rubbing it and stroking it, bringing it back to life.

Just then, there was a roar like I had never heard before.

Amazingly, I saw actual fear on the chief's face.

The two men holding me jumped.

The chief yelled an order, and every single member of the tribe, including the chief, disappeared before I could say, "What the fuck?"

My body was pulled to the floor by the ever-present invisible force. But I didn't want to stay there. Whatever had roared must've been a scary bastard if it frightened away the entire tribe.

I jerked and pulled on my arms and legs, trying to get up. For the first time that night, I was actually afraid for my life. Yeah, all those others had been fucking me and whatnot. It was hot, but I had never thought I was in any real danger. This was totally different.

I tried to scream, but I had no voice. Oh no. I don't want to get eaten alive or whatever that thing is going to do to me. My fear turned into full-blown panic.

"Please, please, please... don't let me die like this."

I continued to pull and twist my arms and legs, trying to free myself.

I had visions of my flesh being torn from my bones as the creature ate me alive.

"No, no. Fuck no."

Then, I froze.

My eyes focused on the door. A huge half-man, half-beast stood in the doorway. He was so tall that he had to lower his head as he stepped inside. The first thing that came to mind was that he was a werewolf. I felt tears slide down the sides of my face.

"Please no..." I whispered.

He stood quietly while his eyes cautiously roamed the room, alert for danger. His arms were large and powerful. I knew he could break me in two like I was a toothpick. Muscles bulged all over his body.

With no warning, he roared and leaped.

I found my voice and let loose a blood-curdling scream. In one bound from the doorway, he landed on his hands and knees, crouching over me. His large frame enveloped my small body.

He sniffed as his nose slid up and down my neck. His breath was hot on my skin, and I could hear small growls. My entire body trembled with fright. The creature sniffed both of my armpits and around my breasts. Going lower, he spread my legs wide. My pussy was gaping from being fucked so many times. Fluids still trickled out. He nuzzled around my groin. I didn't see how he could smell anything but the warm wetness left by all the others.

I jerked and gasped when a voice entered my brain. I looked at the werewolf, but his mouth was closed.

"At last... I have found my bride. You are the one I've been searching for. I will claim you tonight. You will be mine forever."

"What the fuck? Forever?" I whispered. At least maybe that means he won't kill me.

He sniffed my thighs, calves, and feet. His long tongue slid along the arch of one foot. It kind of tickled, but I ignored the feeling. His tongue explored every crevice of both feet, top and bottom, even sliding between my toes.

How interesting, I thought. The big, bad wolf has a foot fetish.

As I watched, his erection grew long and hard.

"Oh, shit. The werewolf is going to fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He rolled onto his back and lifted me like I was a toy. Splaying my legs on both sides of his face, he placed my pussy onto his mouth. My eyes widened. Still reeling from the surprise and shock, I felt his long tongue slither into my core. It reached depths no human tongue could ever reach.

Although I tried to deny it, I had to admit the werewolf's tongue turned me on. The rough surface slipped up and down the sides of my pussy. It felt so, so wonderful when the tip caressed my cervix.

"I must remove all remnants of those who defiled you," the inner voice said.

The tongue was relentless. I couldn't have resisted even if I'd wanted to. I surrendered, damn the consequences. An orgasm crashed through my body, making me moan.

As if my orgasm had prompted him, he used my legs to roll me onto my stomach. Kneeling between my thighs, he roughly grabbed my hips. The tips of his claws pressed against my skin.

Then, he positioned his cockhead at my entrance and slammed into me. He mounted me like I was a bitch in heat, sinking every inch into me with one thrust. He ruthlessly pounded into me. I didn't object as his long, hard cock consumed me.

Through slitted eyes, I gave the open door a cursory glance. But I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my body. My head felt like it was in a fog. The werewolf was claiming me, and I eagerly submitted. My breasts swayed with each thrust.

He tilted his head back, his fur standing on end, and with a loud howl, he emptied himself inside me. The sound echoed off the walls of the small condo.

A distant part of my brain wondered why none of my neighbors had complained about the noise. First, the two tribesmen fighting, and now the werewolf howling. The thought was quickly lost as he resumed making his claim.

The sex was primal. His only concern was making me his bride. He didn't care if I had an orgasm or not. He didn't care if he was hurting me. He never tried to kiss me. He ravished me as he fucked me from behind, not surprisingly, doggy-style.

Sweat ran down my face. Our combined fluids trickled down my thighs. My knees were rubbed raw on the carpet from his fierce thrusting. The tips of his claws raked across my hips as he anchored me. A thin streak of blood trailed down my legs.

I didn't care about any of that. There was no denying the heat building inside me, pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers dug into the carpet, trying to steady my helpless body as he rammed into me over and over.

I climbed higher until I could take no more. I completely shocked myself when an urge hit me, and I threw my head back and howled at the moon as I went over the edge. Damn! Does that mean he has turned me into a werewolf?

I was exhausted at this point. All the fucking I had done that night, combined with his continual claiming of my body, was too much. He held my hips up, but my head was on the carpet. He bounced me around like a rag doll. I wondered if I'd have rug burns on my face. His stamina was unrelenting.

The clock on the wall, which somehow had not been knocked off during the tribesmen's fight, chimed midnight.

The werewolf instantly stopped and pulled out, and I collapsed to the floor.

"I must go. At midnight, all are called back to the dark realm. We have no choice. But I have your scent now, and I will find you again next year. I will return to claim you for the next four years. On the fifth, the ritual will be complete. You will become a werewolf and join me in the realm. There, you will bear my offspring, and together, we will rule for eternity."

And without even a goodbye kiss, he sprinted out the door like the wind and was gone.

My body ached in so many places. To my surprise, I could move. I was no longer pinned down by the invisible force. I looked at the carpet. It was soaked in cum, pussy juices, and blood. There was no way all that would come out. Perhaps it was time for a new one, maybe in a different color instead of light grey.

I wanted to go to bed. I was exhausted, but I was a mess and didn't have the energy to take a shower.

I lay on the carpet, weighing my options and trying to gather my strength.

The condo door was still open, and I heard footsteps nearing.

"No, God, no. No more. Please, no more fucking. My body cannot handle any more."

Tears formed in my eyes as I watched the door, wondering what kind of monstrosity I would deal with next. I wished I could just pass out.

I closed my eyes. There was nothing I could do but accept the inevitable. I hoped it would be quick. And only one of whatever it was. Who knows what kind of monster will fuck me next.

When the footsteps stopped at my door, I lifted my eyelids slightly, hoping whoever it was would think I was dead and leave.

Instead of a monster, possibly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen was standing there.

He was tall and muscular, making the sport coat he wore fit snugly. He had a strong jaw and medium-length brown hair.

He was stunning.

I felt some of my strength returning.

Maybe I could go another round or two if it was with someone as sexy as this guy, I thought. Then, I remembered how terrible I looked. I was covered in sex fluids, sweat, and blood. He would never even touch me.

Glancing around the room, he entered and knelt next to me.

"Damn. How badly are you hurt? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" he asked.

I thought for a moment.

"No need for an ambulance. I'm just really, really tired and need to clean up."

How many people have seen me naked tonight? Yet now I was embarrassed that I was stark naked with this stranger looking over my body.

"Okay, I can help you. Are you okay with that? I need you to permit me to help."

That seems strange, but what the hell.

"Yes, I give you my permission."

"Great! I'll be back in a minute."

He disappeared into my bedroom, and soon I heard water running in the bathtub. When he returned, the navy-blue sport coat was gone, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

He effortlessly lifted me, carried me to the bathroom, and lowered me into the tub.

"This may sting a little. I'm sorry, but I can't avoid it."

I hissed as my many cuts and abrasions burned. After a few moments, though, the burn subsided.

He picked up a bottle of some liquid I had never seen before and added it to the water.

"Where did that come from?" I asked.

"I brought it along just in case. It will help you heal."

Did he have some kind of invisible magic bag to carry things?

"What's your name?"

"Gaylon. What's yours?"

"I'm Rebecca, but my friends call me Bex. What's happening? Why did all this stuff happen to me tonight?"

"I have to apologize for what happened to you. See, I'm a member of an unofficial group called the Gate Keepers. There are sixteen portals around the world leading to the dark realm, and we guard them every Halloween, the only day they can open. We use our magic to keep the monsters from crossing over, but sometimes their black magic is strong enough to break through our barriers. This year, it seems someone opened a new portal. It took us a few hours to discover it and a few more to get one of us there to seal it."

"Why did they act like they were specifically looking for me?"

For a moment, Gaylon looked uncomfortable.

"There has long been a legend in the dark realm about a woman on Earth who will permanently open all the portals once one of them makes her their queen and lead the monsters in taking over the world. It appears that they think you are that woman. Of course, whoever finds you and makes you their bride will gain great power as well. In essence, they will be the king. They have been searching for their queen for centuries."

"Fuck, just fucking great..." I muttered.

"By any chance, did a werewolf come here?"

"Yes," I answered as apprehension filled my body.

His lips pressed together tightly as he frowned.

"Shit... that werewolf is the main contender in the search for their queen. It's not good that he found you. That means if he escapes next year, it'll be easier for him to find you. His name is Doxsun."

My mind was still a little groggy, and I giggled.

"The big, bad wolf is named after a wiener dog? That's hilarious."

A small smile tugged at Gaylon's lips. "No, not Dachshund. It's spelled D-O-X-S-U-N."

I still giggled at the thought.

Gaylon took a soft washcloth and ever so gently cleaned my body. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the relaxing sensation. Eventually, I had to lean forward so he could clean my back. I didn't complain when he spread my legs slightly so he could clean my twat. The corners of my mouth twitched, wanting to smile. Lastly, he washed my hair.

"Okay, Bex, you're all clean now. I'm going to lift you out and set you on your bench."

Once I was seated on the bench where I usually did my makeup, he slowly dried me with a velvety, pleasant-smelling towel.

Where is he getting all these washcloths, soaps, and towels? I don't own anything like that. Was it all in his invisible magic bag?

Lifting me again, he carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I didn't think my bed had ever felt so good.

"Bex, I have some lotion I can put on your cuts that will help them heal faster. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded and drank in his smoky eyes as he tended to my wounds. His touch was gentle, soothing and incredibly sexy. When he looked at me, it felt like he was pulling my soul into his. I wanted to rise and kiss him.

When he finished, he said, "There are a couple more places I can help heal." He paused, then continued. "They're rather intimate places, so I want to make sure you're up to it."

My eyes widened.

"You mean my..." My words faltered.

"Yes, your vagina and anus."

I flexed the muscles in both places and winced when I felt the ache.

"What do you have to do?" I asked.

He cleared his throat. "Well, I have to do the same thing that made them sore in the first place. I'll use my penis to apply the lotion inside your body."

"Is this some elaborate ruse to seduce me?" I half-joked.

He smiled. "No, it really is a way to help you heal."

Gaylon was so gorgeous, kind, and careful that there was no way I could refuse him. I would have said yes even if everything had felt perfectly fine.

"Okay, do what you have to do."

He nodded and removed his clothes. My jaw dropped. I thought he was sexy with his clothes on, but he looked like a Greek god without them. Muscles in all the right places and abs to die for.

"If you're not a model, you really should be."

He just smiled while he applied the healing lotion to his majestic, beautiful, and hard cock.

"We'll start in front and then go to the back."

"Whatever you say, stud."

Despite my exhaustion, I felt some of my strength return and fell into my submissive mode. Gaylon could literally do anything he wanted to me at that point. I knew I would enjoy it too.

The lotion he used was incredibly slippery. He entered me gently and with ease, carefully sliding back and forth. It was night and day compared to all the other times that night. I felt a calming and relaxing feeling spread outwards from his hard member. The pain gradually faded away, and soon my body was sliding over the edge into a wonderful orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his chest, holding him tight while I recovered.

"How are you feeling now?"

"That was fantastic. Thank you so much."

"Are you ready for the back now?"

I hesitated for a second, but Gaylon had not steered me wrong so far. I trusted him to continue doing what was best for me.

I nodded, and he rolled me onto my stomach.

He added a generous amount of lotion to my anus, carefully pushed a little inside, and then reapplied a thick coating to his cock.

Spreading my legs and cheeks, he pushed his cockhead into my sore and worn anus. He slowly sank deeper until his entire member was inside. He patiently waited for the lotion to perform its healing magic before moving again.

As I felt my flesh recover, I reflexively pushed my ass back at him, encouraging him to move. He chuckled and took that as a green light. He slowly made love to my ass and brought me to another orgasm while he experienced his first.

Afterward, I lay next to him with a leg draped across his and my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Thank you so much for rescuing me, Gaylon," I said as I fell asleep.

* * *

I awoke the next morning. My eyes popped open as I remembered the night before. To my disappointment, Gaylon was nowhere to be seen.

I saw that I had slept late. It was almost noon.

I lifted the sheet and looked at my body. All the cuts were gone! I hurried to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I picked up a hand mirror so I could see my back. There wasn't a cut, scar, or blemish anywhere. There weren't even any marks or bruises on my hips where Doxsun had clawed and gripped me roughly. How had all that healed so quickly?

The healing lotion Gaylon had applied must have worked. I ran my finger lightly through the folds of my vagina, and there wasn't a bit of soreness.

I headed into the living room and stopped in shock. The first thing I saw was my coffee table, which had been smashed to bits by the fighting tribesmen. It looked as good as new. The lamp that had fallen over and shattered was in one piece again, sitting in its usual place on the end table.

The photo from my family vacation in Cancun was back on the wall, the frame and glass unbroken. The trampled candy in the foyer had disappeared, and the bucket was sitting on the small table by the door.

In the center of the room, where I had been fucked so many times, the carpet looked perfectly normal. There was no cum, no juices, and no blood. I dropped to my knees and ran my palm across the fibers. It was dry, so it couldn't have somehow been cleaned.

I looked around the room, trying to wrap my head around the fact that everything was normal. Then, it dawned on me. I shook my head, closed my eyes, and placed my hand over them.

I laughed at myself. It had been a dream. Just a fucking dream. What other explanation could there be? I rolled over onto my back and laughed for a while, then let out a huge sigh of relief. The dream had seemed so real.

"Thank God. I would be a wreck for the rest of my life if that had really happened and I had to worry about being made Doxsun's bride."

I decided to make myself a cup of coffee. While I was in the kitchen, my phone rang. Seeing it was my best friend, Tammy, I couldn't wait to tell her about my dream.

Sitting on the couch, I noticed the blood streaks were gone. I drank my coffee and told Tammy everything that had happened. We both had a good laugh.

I mostly relaxed for the rest of the day, but I couldn't keep my mind from drifting back to the dream.

* * *

The next morning was Monday. I arrived at work at the real estate office, ready to get back to the grind.

My first appointment wasn't for a couple of hours, so I used the time to catch up on some things I had been putting off.

Right at the appointed time, the receptionist announced over the speakerphone that my client had arrived. I told her to send him to my office.

As he walked in, my practiced smile froze. My heart pounded inside my chest.

I recognized his face.

My client was big and tall, wearing a tailor-made suit. His hair was unruly. A devious smile played across his lips, like we were sharing a secret, a terrible secret.

My eyes dropped to the calendar.

A realization hit me.

The client was Dr. Robert Sun.

Dr. Sun...

Doc Sun...

Doxsun...

My mind screamed in terror, but my body was held in place like a marble statue. I felt like I was sinking into the ocean with a boulder tied to my feet. My breath became shallow.

His eyes took on an intense amber-yellow glow.

"No," I whispered as fear raced through my body. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream, right? IT WAS JUST A DREAM!!!"

The End