Kneel

[Wanted to see if I could write a hot little number, cumming in at under 1,000-words. This is my third entry for the Halloween 2026 contest. There have been so many killer entries this year, it's an honor to be a part of this wonderful, creative community. Happy Halloween, y'all. ST]

"Can you do it?"

"Me?" I look at my husband, trying to remember why I married him. "You want me to go fetch your son's soccer ball? You were the one who kicked it over the fence."

"Yeah, but I still have to get ready for the party. Come on, the babysitter's gonna be here in fifteen minutes..."

"You see what I'm wearing?" I gesture to my succubus costume. My bikini is less revealing than this thing. "This is how you want me to introduce myself to our new neighbors?"

He smiles that cocky smile of his. Ah... that's why I married him.

"I mean ... it'll be a hell of a first impression."

I drape my arms around him and whisper in his ear. "I hope whoever answers the door is really fucking hot because I swear to god, I will fuck the shit out of them just to spite you."

He laughs. "Yeah, good luck with that. I've seen them. They are ... well, I'm not concerned; let's just put it that way. Besides," he grabs my hand and guides it to his groin, "I doubt he's packing what I'm packing, if you get my meaning."

He pulls my hand away before I can grab his cock and yank it off him.

"Uh-uh-uh...! That's for later. If you're lucky."

He turns and goes upstairs to say goodnight to our son.

"Okay, so just to be clear: I can fuck whoever I want next door?"

He laughs his annoying laugh again. "Yeah, go for it, babe."

I storm out of the house without bothering to don my cape. I kind of can't believe I'm walking nearly naked down the street like this, but it feels delicious. My heels click on the sidewalk. My wings flap in my wake. God, I feel sexy. Whoever answers the door is gonna get an eyeful of flesh...

Then I remember.

Oh.

Right.

I caught a glimpse of our new neighbors as they were moving in yesterday. Older couple, maybe in their late fifties? Slovenly, out of shape... God, I sound like such a bitch. I mean, whatever. They seemed perfectly nice, but I can see why my husband wasn't worried.

Oh well. I still revel in how slutty I feel walking around the neighborhood like this.

A car approaches. I lean down and see Bill from across the street. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he takes me in.

"Hi, Bill!"

I wink and give him a flirty wave.

He turns bright red and drives off, nearly taking out a mailbox.

Okay, yeah, that makes me feel better.

I ring the bell and fluff my hair as I wait.

I hear footsteps.

Tits out. I mean, why not, right?

The door opens.

A ... kid who's maybe eighteen opens the door. His eyes roam down my body. Then up. Then ... back down, this time following the path of the leather straps that crisscross my shapely figure.

I've never felt so naked in my whole life.

I love it.

"Best pizza delivery ever," he says, flashing me a cocky smile. "I don't even mind that you forgot the pizza."

I'm standing there, letting this cocky eighteen-year-old gawk at me, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

He looks just like Raylan, the camp counselor who deflowered me.

He has that same devilish look in his eye.

The same cocky smile.

Fuck me. What a smile.

I haven't thought about Raylan since ... well, since I was fourteen. God, I lusted after him. That last night of camp when he pulled me aside...

and told me to get on my knees...

I couldn't get his cock in my mouth quickly enough.

I've been a sucker for a cocky smile ever since.

"I'm, uh, looking for a ball," I say. "Soccer ball," I add quickly.

"I'm sure there's one in my bedroom."

I raise an eyebrow. "Saucy."

He opens the door for me.

"Where are your parents?"

"Hopefully trapped under a non-lethal rockslide."

Oh god, a cocky smile and a quick wit?

"Not home, though?"

"Nope."

"But you're gonna let me in?"

"Have you seen you?"

"I could be a murderer."

"God, I hope so."

He gestures for me to enter.

I step inside. He might only be eighteen, but even in my heels he's taller than me. Built, too. He's not handsome. But he doesn't need to be. I can tell by the way his eyes run down my body as I pass him that this kid fucks.

Wouldn't surprise me if he's fucked one of his teachers.

"You got a name?"

"Mrs. Clark."

"God, that's hot."

I turn and put a hand on my hip. "I'm your neighbor."

"This night keeps getting better and better."

I smile.

"Soccer ball?"

"Pretty sure it's in my bedroom."

"Pretty sure it's in your backyard."

"I mean, we can do this wherever you want."

Oh, fuck me. Please tell me to kneel, kid. Please tell me to kneel.

"You gonna show me your backyard?"

He smiles.

"You gonna say please?"

I squint at him, trying to look tougher than I feel.

"Your parents raise you to be so sassy to adults?"

"They taught me the magic word."

He takes a step toward me.

My breathing falters.

My knees shake in these high heels.

This kid fucks, all right. What else could explain his confidence? He fucks. And he fucks well.

Fuck me.

"I'm waiting," he says.

Another step.

"Please." The word feels delicious on my tongue. Like an appetizer.

He takes another step. He's right in front of me. His eyes drift to my lips. He can see right through me.

"Say pretty please."

Oh fuck. Ask me to kneel. Ask me to kneel, and I'll suck your cock so hard it'll pop off and slide down my throat.

"Pretty please."

He flashes me that cocky smile. "Not good enough."

He steps in till my tits press against his chest.

I'm gonna faint.

"Kneel."