Sams' Samhain

Sams Samhain

I was 14 when I read my first horror novel. It terrified me beyond belief. Who could imagine those evil monsters doing all of those horrible things to innocent people? There was the fantasy horror - vampires and werewolves; Slasher horrors - mystical murderers; Psychological horrors and so many others. It was almost overwhelming to my growing mind and instinctively kind nature.

I found my first book about Wicca as a freshman in college. I got pretty deep into it. I quickly joined a group of fellow wiccans who liked to call themselves witches. We had so much fun. We celebrated the seasons, dressed up, did rituals and danced. It was the most peaceful time in my life. I met Sam there and we quickly became a couple. It was perfect. I'd finally found my match.

Over the summer Sam changed. She used to be reserved, sensitive, and kind but she came back from summer vacation different. She was even more reserved, angry, and prone to disappearing for days. She had a tattoo that she'd gotten during vacation. It looked like a wiccan rune but it seemed wrong. It didn't have peaceful flow. It was sharper. I didn't pry too much, not wanting to upset Sam.

Our relationship suffered too. She was no longer the careful lover. She was rougher, less feminine. She even started talking about bringing a guy into our group. But it wasn't to love, it was to dominate, to abuse, to use. It scared me. What happened to my Sam?

Our wiccan group had a big event planned for Samhain. This was my first Halloween / Samhain event and I wasn't sure what to expect. Sam told me it would be a night to remember, which didn't inspire confidence, considering her recent changes. I reached out to our other two wiccans and this was their first time too.

We had a special spot in the local cemetery. I know, it isn't the usual spot for wiccans but it was out of the way and allowed us to celebrate in peace. Too many people were suspicious about what we did and didn't understand the natural freedom of nudity.

We all bought dark brown cloaks and showed up with nothing underneath. We brought black candles and incense of our favorite scents. Our spot had this great three-foot-tall stone alter that we'd set up on. It didn't have any markings on it so we didn't feel like we were invading anyone's territory.

Sam brought a book she'd found during break. She took the lead and had us set up the candles around the alter. We lit the incense and put out cloaks to the side. Sam had us stand in specific places and she taught us a fun chant that we sang as we slowly spun in circles.

Sam took her spot on the alter, facing the stars. She had her book and was reading a passage out loud in a grating language. It didn't match the beauty we were creating. The chant was fluid, the stars beautiful, the flames of the candles mesmerizing, but the words she was speaking was like scratching nails on a chalkboard.

It seemed like this kept going on for a while. I was getting a little dizzy. I thought we should stop and do something else but I thought, maybe a few more spins. As I spun, I tried to look at Sam, but it was fuzzy. She had her arms stretched out to her sides, hanging off the alter. Her hips were in the air and it didn't look like her feet were touching the alter.

I spun again and she was rocking back and forth in the air, her legs spread and hips high. Her face had a look of terror and ecstasy on it. I tried to stop spinning but I couldn't. Now her face was sideways, eyes rolled back and her mouth was open, drooling.

Lightning and thunder rocked the sky and the brief flash showed something on top of Sam. Something huge. Something having its way with her. The flash of lighting faded and so did the creature. The thunder snapped us out of the spinning and chanting.

I was tired. Suddenly so tired. Like I had been spinning for hours. Noise suddenly hit my ears. Sam was screaming, but not in pain, pleasure. I'd never heard her this loud though. Her hips were in the air still being rocked back and forth. All I saw was her being held up like a stringed puppet. Lightning and thunder slammed through the night again.

It looked right at me. It was a monster. It was right out of those books from hell. It had four arms, two holding Sam's hips and two pawing at her large breasts. Sam's stomach was distended over and over again as this hell beast penetrated her over and over again. His tool must be huge to make her stomach look like that.

He stared right into my eyes; my soul and I could feel him. I couldn't move. I could only stare at him. Then he was gone as the light faded. I took a step towards the alter. My brain shouting to turn back, to run, to hide. I took another step. I saw the other two also slowly walking towards the alter.

Lighting flashed again. He was holding Sam steady, completely buried inside her. I could see the jerking movements inside Sam. I could see her insides fill up. Its tool was unleashing itself in her. Her eyes were bright and her scream of ecstasy was primal.

He was finishing as the light was fading, his tool slid out and he swung it towards me. Cum or white globs of thick fluid poured out of Sam and onto the alter. His tool was glistening with juices as he disappeared again.

I took another step forward. And another. My brain was shouting to stop, flee, run, hide.

Something touched me. It was a soft caress on my cheek. It left a trail of slime on my skin. The smell assaulted me with an almost physical force. It was pure sexual pheromones. I took another step forward. Something gently pushed my shoulders and I sank to me knees. The scent was overwhelming me. My breathing was faster. My nipples were hard. I was starting to drip down my legs in excitement.

Thunder jolted my soul; Lightning brought the terror back in focus. It was huge. It stood over ten feet tall. It was red and had the mouth and face of a goat. Small horns extended from its bald head. It had picked up my two friends and two pink tongues snaked out of his mouth, wrapped around their legs and buried themselves in their sexes.

His tool waved back and forth in front of my face. Everything else faded away. It bumped into my nose and left its overwhelmingly masculine scent. Run, my brain shouted again, distantly. Instead, I opened my mouth. I knew there was no human way to fit this tool in my mouth but I opened anyway.

The lightning faded and I could see my two friends floating in the air, backs arched, legs spread and their sexes moving around. Their toes arched and their screams echoed Sam's in pure pleasure. I could see their sexes already dripping their own fluid proving their body was rebelling against their brains.

I felt it. It was huge. It pushed into my open mouth slowly but undeniably. It tasted like everything I'd ever wanted. I opened more praying I could take it all, knowing it was impossible. It kept going. Deeper. It hit my throat. I didn't gag. I'd never had anything in my mouth before. It pushed further. I felt it force my throat wider. I thought it would hurt but chills went through my body. My nipples felt like they were being strummed by the air. My sex was pouring down my legs.

Lighting and thunder shook us. It came back into view; His tongues were soaked from my friends' juices which drained into its mouth. The girls were in constant orgasm, grunting gutturally. Its tool was only halfway in my mouth. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. Its tool pushed further in. Stop, run, flee, I barely heard in the back of my head anymore. I opened further, my jaw aching with pleasure. It slid in. My throat was distended. There can't be any more. It must be in my stomach by now.

The light faded and it pushed the rest of the way in. I was pressed up against its skin. It smelled like sex. I vaguely wondered if that was Sam I smelled. It was hard to smell anything but its pure masculine scent. I tried to go even deeper despite being flush up against It. I felt lightheaded. I was going to pass out. I needed air. But I needed this more. The candle light started to fade and I realized it wasn't the candles but my consciousness.

Just when the light was almost gone, I felt it start to slide out of my throat and into my mouth. The head was enormous. I breathed in through my nose, glorious amounts of air. Enough so I could put its tool back inside me. Run, barely heard quickly dismissed. I tried to use my tongue but it was flattened by the size of its head. It pushed back in, quicker this time. My throat was stretched. Its movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. My sex tingled as though I was about to explode.

Thunder and lightning bathed the sky. The two girls were pulling on their nipples and shouting for more. The tongues grew bigger and bigger as they impaled them over and over again. Its hands held them above his head drinking in their essence. Its tool slid into my mouth from my throat and as I sucked air through my nose it pounded my throat and went deep back down inside me. It triggered a massive orgasm and I tried to scream around this mammoth tool but nothing came out.

The vibrations from my scream had a devastating effect though. It sent those same vibrations all over my body, my nipples, my sex, my clit. All exploded with sensations that overwhelmed my brain. It also seemed to have triggered something with this creature. It no longer was slowly working my body. It now started pistoning this huge log in and out of me. I tried to time my breathing but I couldn't get it down. I was barely getting any air. Each time I got less.

Faster and faster it went, darker and darker my vision became as I started slipping away. My body betrayed me, I was in a constant orgasmic state. Right before I felt like I was going to pass out its tool became rigid and I felt his flood inside me. Bright light blew out from my eyes. My body orgasmed so hard I couldn't move. I could feel the jerking in my mouth, down my throat and into my soul. My stomach was getting bigger and bigger. It finally pulled back, still jerking as it went.

I swallowed as fast as I could, this thick creamy addictive fluid in my mouth and throat. I felt myself falling as I was coated with its cream. I must have passed out for a short time. Both girls were lying on top of me when I came to; we were all coated with its massive amount of fluid. The girls were still moaning and twitching in post orgasmic bliss. I was too. Every time the fluid dripped down, we had a mini orgasm. It's sliding over us was more erotic than anything I'd felt before - the caress of a true lover.

The lightning and thunder cascaded around us again and I saw it. The tongues had retracted but his tool still shown in all it's magnificence. It turned and placed its hand on the book. It turned into a red, misty whirlwind that quickly filled the book and then was gone.

Sam was the first one up. Fluid poured out of her as she stood. Her legs drenched in both her and its desire. She smiled as if in a dream and walked over to us. She sat down and kissed me.

"Happy Samhain," she said.

I looked at her in terror and desire. This wasn't the world I thought I was getting into. I don't think this was wiccan at all. But Sam seemed like she was her old self again. I kissed her back and hoped the next Samhain wouldn't be a repeat. Run my brain piped up so far away that it was barely a whisper. Take another lick a new voice demanded. My hand slid down and my middle finger slipped in and out of Sam. I took a taste and Sam coated with white slime and smiled as my eyes closed in ecstasy.