A Ghostly Halloween Story

Our story takes place on a gloomy and dark night of October, the so-called Halloween eve, night of the monsters and darkest beings.

I was not the bravest one out there, but here I was, walking alone at the edge of a forest. I was returning from a Halloween party, an excuse to explore myself and try my boundaries. The costume wasn't just something I wore, but the expression of who I am, lewd, a little slutty but still classy. More than a male, more than a female, undeniably me. Despite the party being entertaining, I felt the call of the outside.

Walking in the forest in that outfit was not the most recommended decision and my mind was starting to race on a wide variety of scenarios, from the most scarily realistic ones, to more fantastical and creature-filled.

A massive thunderstrike pulled me out of my reverie.

As I looked toward the flash, I could have sworn that a figure was standing there, on top of a tree, observing me like a gargoyle watching its prey. Of course it was my imagination. No animal would be this size, and what kind of human could be standing like that? Despite the light fading back into the darkness, I could still see a slight red gleam where their eyes should have been. Shivers would run through my shoulders as I turned and tried to move further away.

A cracking noise behind me, I gasped as my steps got even faster. The further I looked, the deeper the darkness. As if light itself was failing its grip, losing its eternal fight against darkness on that unique day of the year.

One would have expected nothing but cold, yet I could feel an unexpectedly warm feeling spreading over my body, followed by a soft breath on my neck. I would turn around scared, but all I could see was a small steam cloud surrounding my neck, slowly fading in the air.

My whole body would freeze as a warm, deep, feminine voice whispered, calm and reassuring: "It's all fine, sweet one"

Despite the gentle tone, fear was rooted in me. A voice coming from nowhere, telling me such words, how not to be afraid? My mind was starting to rush as various feelings collided in this one place. This ethereal voice could not make any sense, but also... her way of speaking, her words, her breath on my neck, a second feeling was slowly growing in me. I was still feeling like a prey... but wanting it.

My body and mind, confused by the mixed signals, would freeze. Then, a long-fingered hand slowly traced up from the base of my back, all the way along my spine up to my neck. My breath getting more intense, slowly panting and my head rolling back slightly as a pure reflex. I was growing more and more confused about what was happening to me and why I was enjoying it. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a warm, wet tongue pressing against my neck, licking it as if she was marking me. Triggering my inner needs, a cute moan would escape my lips, instantly followed by a blush of shame.

The ghostly voice chuckled, a melodic sound sending shivers down my spine.

"That's more like it, surrender yourself and you'll enjoy it"

She murmured in a sultry tone. Leading to more shivers and panting from my side. Her words would immediately reach my deepest desires, my body slowly starting to heat up.

A pair of warm, passion-filled lips would suddenly press over mine, leading them to a passionate dance. As a reflex, my hands instinctively reached out, trying to grasp the figure's hips. I gasp, surprised as I feel a soft squishy feeling, revealing her voluptuous hips. As a response, I would feel one of the ethereal hands grabbing my hair, while the other one would reach lower, wrapping her long fingers around my bubbly rear. A tickling and pleasing feeling invaded my body as an unfamiliar comfort bloomed within my soul.

As her grip on my body would tighten, the kiss would get more intense, as if she was trying to draw my very being. I would slightly open my eyes, revealing a ghostly figure, shining of a slightly translucent fog. Despite the smooth, indistinct edges, her voluptuous and charming body would reveal itself to my eyes, adding to the growing desire, dancing in harmony with my fright, creating a whole new energising feeling, filling me with pure lust.

"Just as I wanted, now make me happy"

She whispered in my ear, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. The grip on my hair tightened, feeling her getting more corporeal as she pushes me down her chest.  When passing by her neck, I would give her a soft, passionate kiss. The feeling of her skin was unlike anything I had ever felt before, soft and warm, yet always repelling, as if one could never reach her true surface.

I would follow her lead, my lips reaching her chest, pressed on a brighter tip, her perky nipples shining in the obscurity, as the obvious target for my lips. I would wrap my lips and gently start sucking on them, my hands fondling her breast.

She would emit a contented moan, vaporous yet intense as it hits my deeper instincts, making me feel that I was doing the right things. As my suction would get intensified, her grip would tighten, the fog around my legs getting more real, slowly wrapping around them. The mist would progress up along my body, gliding along my waist, tracing to my shoulder and reaching my arms. The feeling of her skin seemed to fade, only to see her reappear out of my reach. As I tried moving, I could feel the fog tightening around my limbs, slowly moving me to expose my whole body.

All I could see from her was her ethereal shape and glowing eyes in the dark, as she would slowly spiral around my exposed body, slowly stripping me of any clothes. My bare skin exposed to her eyes, she would mumble pleased whispers. And I was here, my whole naked body exposed in my humblest position, in a forest where anyone else could have wandered. The intoxicating mixed feelings of shame sublimed by the sensuality of the moment.

"You are just perfect for me"

She would murmur in a shining voice as one tendril of fog worked its way to my crotch, growing under her touch as she wraps it and starts gently tickling the tip. I would gasp and try to move away, the grip of the fog keeping me in position. I would have no choice but to endure. My cock would still be pulsating with desire, thick and filled with life.

Her voice would increase in intensity, her desire growing and asking for more.

"Fill me with your precious life, cute one"

Her body would gain corporality again as she would hold my face for a new passionate kiss. Holding me tightly, I would feel her breast pressing on my chest, and finally, her intimacy hovering over mine. My body was aching to feel her, and she was teasing me. She would rub my cock between her voluptuous thighs, teasing me. This feeling was surreal, a promise of the heavenly feeling coming after. As I was feeling the pleasure flowing in me, she would stop, giving me a break, and giggle in her breathtaking voice. And without a warning, she would insert me in her very core. The silky and warm feeling is impossible to describe. The feeling of her insides surrounding my cock would overstimulate each of my nerves, making me moan louder and shiver intensely. She was seemingly enjoying it too, as her voice shook and loud moans pierced through the tranquillity of the night.

I could feel her movement getting more intense, her body becoming so real, so tangible, our bodies melting together, her love juices dripping along my thighs, in a pure show of lust. As her grip tightened, I could feel one last foggy appendix sliding up my legs, fondling my bubbly rear before gently sliding between both my cheeks, gently caressing my hole. My instant reaction would be to push a louder moan. She seemed to like it as her movements would get even more intense, pressing my face onto her soft body and bouncing on my cock with an increasing intensity.

"I will make you feel a pleasure like you never felt"

As a simple continuation of her words, the appendix would find its way into me, making me moan loudly. My time to apprehend this new feeling was limited as she pushed herself down on my cock, her pubis pressing into mine. My brain would start melting from all the feelings, my body would uncontrollably pant, and I would be oversensitive as she would continue bouncing up and down. The pleasure growing in me, new feelings appearing every second, all culminating to one point. And as my mind was on the verge, she would start pushing the loudest moan I've ever heard, resonating to the deepest part of my soul, it made me lose all control, grabbing her tightly and shaking my hips uncontrollably.

And in a short time, my long pleasured moans would join hers in a long harmonic requiem to *la petite mort.*

It is said that on this night of October, all the people in the neighbourhood have heard a terribly long and scary moan, like a complaint of a damned soul. If they knew, many would have envied the destiny of this soul.