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Trick or Treat: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2019-04-12 11:25:49 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Goat-kid
In the far off distance there could still be heard the sound of parties, people talking, and the general commotion of the city. But there in the graveyard there seemed to be a veil of impenetrable silence. It was divine and sexy at the same time and no one could appreciate that more than Belladonna.
The white furred bunny gingerly made her way through the graveyard, sidestepping headstones and flower pots on her way to the very center of the place. The full moon overhead provided the perfect amount of light and set the scenery for her late night escapade into the macabre.
She was a rather attractive woman, her shaved head allowed for a curtain of bangs to hang over one eye, her perfectly applied mascara and lipstick contrasting her fur and standing out well. Fishnet gloves hugged her arms to the elbow and thigh high stockings covered her legs to the point that her short skirt took over. Her belly was held by a tightly done up corset, her perky breasts held up by the garment.
Set in the crook of her arm was a book of dark poetry that she had been making her way steadily through. She intended to finish it while staking out a spot in her favorite place of the city. She had gone through the effort of jumping a fence and meandering about, so she was going to make the most of her time there.
The rabbit paused for a moment and glanced around at her surroundings. A gentle mist had started to come in, clouding the ground in the barest amount of white and obscuring her sight a little less than a mile from where she was. She could no longer see the lights of the city, which was enough indication for her that she was in the perfect spot.
Picking a gravestone at random, she settled down on her butt with her back resting against it. She opened her book where she had marked it with a blood red strip of cloth and began to read the first poem from the top of the page. She was content with herself, silence enveloping her and the cooling autumn air causing a spooky shiver to race up her spine. She could feel goosebumps developing along her upper arms.
Minutes ticked by and she casually turned through her pages, grinding through the plethora of grisly imagery that each poem brought to her mind. She didn't quite realize it at first, but the setting of where she was and her mental state began to have a profound affect on her body. She took a deep breath and realized that she had become somewhat aroused by what she was reading. It was a particular poem that depicted an aggressive, sexual act of a ghost and a young woman in a graveyard.
Belladonna couldn't help but giggle to herself as she realized how close to her current situation it resembled. She squirmed slightly on her spot and noticed that the motion felt good. She did it again and bit her lip. Her arousal had grown enough that she had the urge to touch herself.
As her paw drifted down to her skirt, she imagined herself within the poem. As images of a ghostly figure pinning her down and fucking her swam through her mind, she steadily lifted her skirt to the point that her black panties were exposed.
She shifted her thighs apart and dipped her paw down the front of her underwear to feel over the damp lips of her cunt. She let out a steady moan that was barely audible under her breath. While she continued to read, she gingerly traced her digits up and down her slit. As the poem began to get a bit more graphic she began to concentrate her effort on her clit and was soon rubbing the erect nub in a swirling motion.
She hadn't quite realized it, but she was no longer alone. A shadow had cross her body and a figure loomed just over the gravestone that she was leaning against. Without any other sound, a devious grin flashed across the visage of the handsome incubus as he spied the masturbating girl. He waited just a few more seconds after materializing behind her to continue watching as things were clearly ramping up and becoming much more sexually charged.
“Excuse me,” he began. The rabbit startled and screamed, sending her poetry book through the air several feet away. In the same motion, she yanked her paw from her panties and shoved her skirt down while jerking around to stare at the handsome wolf. She stared with wide eyes at him as he continued to speak.
“What do you think you're doing on my grave?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest while staring down at her.
“Uhh...I...uhhh...” she stammered as she stared into his glowing eyes, her mind racing to make sense of what was occurring. Things seemed to snap back into reality all at once as her expression changed from bewilderment to anger.
“Yo, what the fuck? Are you fucking stalking me?” she growled and turned over to be on her knees and now leaning against the gravestone with her front.
“Me stalking you?” Malek laughed. “I've been here for eight years.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she continued while narrowing her eyes.
“You're on my grave,” he stated again, simply. Then he unfolded his arms and held his paw out to her. “My name's Carl Mayfin, by the way.” The rabbit stared down at the gesture confused and then gave a shake of her head.
“What do you mean by your grave? You aren't dead,” she snapped.
“Is that so? Then my mom and dad are gunna be pretty happy about that,” the incubus remarked sarcastically before withdrawing his paw and setting it into the pocket of his pants.
“Tch, if you're dead then prove it,” she said angrily.
Malek quirked a brow as he continued to stare into her eyes, but after a couple moments of silence he gave a slight shrug. “Well don't take my word for it, my gravestone is right there. Read for yourself,” he said and nodded for the large slab of granite in front of her.
As if remembering where she was, Belladonna looked down at the gravestone and leaned back while holding on to the marker's sides. The moon was just bright enough that she could begin to make out the etches in the stone. She squinted her eyes and moved her face a bit closer while running her fingers over the smooth edge. It didn't take her long to find the name, and as soon as she read it her eyes went wide.
It did in fact say the name Carl Mayfin, and just below it were the dates “1985 – 2010”. Belladonna gaped and turned her eyes back up to the wolf. He really was a ghost. And she had just been masturbating on his grave.
A bright blush filled the rabbit's cheeks and she quickly got up to her feet. “I...I'm so sorry for disturbing y-your sleep. I'll leave, you won't have to worry about me every again,” she said while backing up. “R-rest in peace.”
“Wait, don't be so hasty,” he chuckled and stepped around the gravestone to be a bit closer to her. “You don't know how terribly lonely it is out here. Please stay and keep me some company?” he asked while spreading his paws out in front of him, trying to be as sympathetic as he could. Belladonna was hesitant at first, but there was something strange about this ghost. Something beyond the fact that he was indeed a ghost, but she was profoundly attracted to him.
“I suppose I can. I will eventually have to go though,” she replied softly and stepped back over to the grave.
Malek shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her. “Better than nothing.” He sat back on his own gravestone and gazed into her eyes, the glow of his sending the rabbit's heart into a fluster of rapid beats.
Belladonna didn't know what to say right away, finding herself in such a state that she could talk to a real life ghost was itself overwhelming. She had a hundred questions to ask but she didn't know where to begin or how to start. It was then that she seemed to suddenly realize the large rack of pointed antlers on his head, a very strange sight for a wolf to have.
“What's with those?” she asked, nodding towards the top of his head.
“All ghosts have them. Each point marks a particular thing that we have yet to be settled or something that we can't let go of. Until all of the points are gone, I can't go to either heaven or hell,” he said simply.
“O-oh...” she whispered and bit her lip. “What sort of things do you have that you need to be done?”
“I think it's my turn to ask a question,” he half laughed and winked. Belladonna nodded slightly and wrung her paws together nervously in front of her. “Why where you masturbating before I materialized?” He asked.
The girl's eyes went wide and she froze in place. Her face flushed a bit more as she remember that she had indeed been two knuckles deep in her own cunt when he had appeared to her. That memory itself sparked her realization that she was still incredibly wet.
“I don't need you to judge me, getting fucked in a graveyard is hot,” she retorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh, there's no doubt about that,” he laughed. “It's just that...us ghosts don't exactly get to have much with regard to sex, you know? The afterlife isn't near as fun as you might think.”
“I-I see...” she said and bit her bottom lip before stepping closer. Her eyes traced down from his to look closer at his torso. Malek followed her gaze and tilted his head when she reached out and poked him in the side.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You don't feel like a ghost,” she mumbled.
Malek snickered “What are ghosts supposed to feel like?”
Belladonna shrugged and ran her paws down over her skirt. Now that she was so much closer to the wolf, she could feel an odd kind of warmth emanating from his body. It felt nice and was making her grow more horny the longer she stood there doing nothing. She could feel the inside of her thighs becoming damp and her cunt was begging for some attention.
For the time being, the rabbit was lost in her thoughts. So much so that she didn't quite realize that Malek had reached out and had clasped both of his paws around her sides. She startled slightly and looked up in time to see the wolf leaning his face down towards hers. She didn't move away, instead electing to lean up into the intimate embrace.
Their lips met briefly and there came a powerful shock of electricity to her body. Her arousal peaked and her hips shivered. She wanted to be touched, to get fucked, and to cum. It was as if this ghost could read her mind, because that's exactly what he began to do.
Malek's paw stroked down the side of her skirt and then lifted it up, exposing her panties that hung from her waist in a skewed fashion. His fingers ran along the silky fabric and then slipped within to drag across her sensitive folds. His digits becoming soaked immediately and she moaned against his mouth as they went deep. They stroked back and forth, drawing out some of her femme juices to roll down the inside of her thighs.
Belladonna pushed herself closer to the wolf, her paws holding onto his upper arms as he did as he pleased. But she wanted something more than just being fingered, and it showed as she forcefully pressed her pierced tongue into his mouth. He took the slippery appendage in gracefully and suckled at it before suddenly pulling back and looking down into her eyes. As silence stretched between them, the rabbit merely stared half lidded up into the other's eyes.
Malek brought his dripping fingers up to his lips and stuck them in his mouth. He made a show of suckling them clean, all the while maintaining eye contact. The girl's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched, and when he finally drew them away he leaned close to her ear and whispered.
“Take your panties off.” His voice was smooth and thrumming. It sent a shiver up her spine and she was more than happy to comply. Belladonna took a step back and began to feverishly shove down her panties while keeping her skirt tactfully in place. She stepped out of one leg hole and fished the silk garment off her other foot. When she finally looked back up she was greeted to the sight of Malek sitting naked against his own gravestone.
Her eyes stared more over his muscular body for a while more, finding his athletic and powerful physique that much more tantalizing. When her gaze finally settled between his legs she was once again greeted with the mouth watering sight of his fully erect cock. He beckoned her closer with his finger and she answered hastily.
Malek held his cock by the base right behind his fully formed knot. It was like he was offering it to her, which she was more than happy to accept. “How do you want me?” she asked softly.
“Turn around and sit on it,” he demanded and rested one arm back against the gravestone. Belladonna turned around without another word and made a show of swaying her hips at the hungry wolf, of whom was staring intently at her backside. She had a perfectly rounded butt with tight cheeks that naturally drew apart from each other. The sight of it made the incubus's hot heart throb even hotter.
The rabbit lowered herself to a kneeling position over Malek's lap. A knee settled on either side of his thighs and she set her paws down against the cold grass to shift back a bit more. Her ass lined up well to his cock, the thick pyre of lupine flesh was throbbing in the moonlight. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled faintly.
“Where do you want it to go?” her voice was breathy and aroused. Her tail flicked excitedly from side to side as her rear end lowered towards his member, her wet pussy grinding against his shaft.
“Right here, for now,” he whispered as one paw came to settle against her hip. He guided her in such a way that her pussy was becoming spread open on his thick dick. As soon as he entered her, she let out a hot groan and arched her back. She sank all the way down and all the while she sighed contently until her weight came to fully settle on his lap.
She started to gyrate her hips from side to side at first, getting comfortable with the sizable piece of meat within her. Then she began to draw herself up and drop back, making a satisfying clap. Malek groaned softly and shivered. She was incredibly tight and so wet that he could feel her femme juices rolling down the sides of his shaft.
The wolf was a mostly silent observer as the bunny continued to work herself into a faster and faster rhythm. She was moaning out and biting her lip as noticeable shivers of ecstasy would trace her spine. The incubus found the sight to be very enticing, he grinned and licked his lips while he watched.
The admiring gaze that he gave her hadn't gone unnoticed by Belladonna. She made the movements over his cock an enticing show. Performing in a way that she had never had the inkling to do for the many other men that she had been with. Something strange about this ghost had animated her into a surprisingly and uncharacteristically cock hungry girl. She wanted to dance and really do anything that he wanted.
As the pleasure mounted for both of them, Belladonna found herself to be in control, and she wanted to go harder. The seductive sway of her body was soon left by the wayside as she picked up strength and her pace. The smack of their bodies coming together was quick to drown out their increasingly loud moans as the action grew more vigorous.
The once quiet graveyard was now a mix of wet smacks and cries of bliss. Precum spilled into Belladonna's cunt and the warmth of it spread through her body quickly. The chilly autumn night was no longer felt, instead replaced with the passionate friction between their bodies.
The bunny would often squeeze down on his shaft as she would draw her self up. It was a way that felt like she was milking him, and in many ways she was. Malek's cock throbbed and grew slightly thicker as she bounced on it. The swollen knot at the base pounded at the entrance to her pussy and it also gleamed in the low moonlight from her warm juices.
Unknown to the girl, however, was that the incubus's teeth had grown longer and sharper as he grinned. Had her eyes not been glazed over in pleasure she might have noticed that he didn't much look like the same, friendly wolf that she had been fucking from the start.
Malek's magic had woven its way into every fiber of her body. Her mind was significantly clouded, so much so that he gripped her firmly by the hip again and pulled his cock from her well used pussy. The only sound that she made was the pitiful whimper that the pleasure had ceased for only a moment before his tip pressed under her tail. He pulled her back onto his lap, though this time his girth was dipping into her ass.
Belladonna didn't seem to mind, or if she did then she didn't let the wolf know. It could have simply been an affect of his manipulation, but in truth the rabbit loved it when her ass got fucked. She'd toyed with that hole many times before and was the subject of plenty one night stands. When she felt herself settle all the way back down once again, his knot resting against her strained entrance, she continued with her riding.
Malek found the girl to be surprisingly tasty, he could sample as such from how eager she was to be fucked. Truly, she was an incredible slut hat wanted nothing more than to feel like she belonged. It made it easy to get his claws into her, both figuratively and literally.
Belladonna's body was convulsing slightly as the pleasure had hit the peak of a near constant orgasm. Her cries of lust were only matched by the reverberating clap of their bodies meeting. The intense feeling of climax was also building for the incubus. The waves of bliss cascaded through his body and he gave a low growl as he felt his hunger begin to spike. From the side, the wolf flexed his claws, long, curved things that had a needle point.
The surge of his climax hit hard and he let out a deep, guttural roar that shook the rabbit to her core. The thick, warm surge of his cum entering her body made her convulse and scream with joy as it brought about her own orgasm as well. Her pussy flexed and her entire body seemed to tighten at the same time. The already snug fit of the wolf's cock was increased ten fold, a feat that sequestered the full deluge of his balls into her ass.
The pumping continued on for a while longer, Belladonna's form shivered and worked back on Malek's lap a few more times before stopping. She was breathing hard and wallowing in the aftershocks of their fun when there came a sudden and incredibly intense pain in the side of her neck. As if five knives had been forced into her flesh, the rabbit screamed out in horror and tried to pull away but she found herself locked in place.
What the rabbit did manage to do was look back over her shoulder at her lover and found his dark, demonic grin. While one arm continued to be slung back against the gravestone, the other hand embedded his claws into her spine. The pain intensified greatly, like the wolf were tearing open her flesh and pouring acid into the gash.
Belladonna's throat became ragged fast and her lungs burned, the single wail having gone on for half a minute before she finally took a breath. As if her body suddenly remembered to get away, she began to thrash and shove against the wolf's form but that only made the pain increase. She shouted curses and yowled like she was being repeatedly stabbed, but in reality it was a far worse thing that was happening.
As she squirmed and struggled, she became the progenitor of her own demise. The wispy smoke of her soul began to withdraw from her flesh without Malek having to move a muscle. While the pain was intense and even grew to be the worst sensation of her entire life, it did at some point hit a peak. It came when the majority of her essence had been withdrawn from her head, her consciousness no loner having a body to call home.
Her constant screaming died away to a long squeak and her struggling became twitches and mild jerks. The white smoke pulled away from her body as it slumped over against his chest. He finally took a hold of her with his other paw and shoved her off, an action that had the last few strands of her soul coming away from her body and bunching up around his paw.
A low chuckle rumbled from the wolf as he looked from her hallow body to the undulating mass stuck to his claws. He stood up from his spot and began to gently ascend into the air. The black orb of his soul container manifested and then ate the entirety of the tasty morsel he had garnered. Within, all three mouth watering things swam about in infinite darkness and he was once again reminded of this ridiculous wager.
He cursed Mayline again and then gazed up at the moon. The night was almost over, there wasn't much time left and he and the red panda would need to meet up and compare tallies. He wondered to himself if he had enough time for one more conquest for the evening. Instead of arguing with himself over such a matter, he simply decided right then and there that he did.
Off to one last soul, he thought to himself and then shot off as quick as an arrow towards the heart of the city. There must be one more wayward soul for him to take, it was the perfect time where people would be out in droves and going back home. Even now as he skimmed above the streets, invisibly scanning all those that were stumbling home that he caught the sight of one woman that showed considerable promise as his next conquest. The drunk sway of her body and the uneasy way she would walk told him that she was easy and perfect.
