In the quiet suburb of Willow Creek, the last remnants of daylight clung to the tall oak trees, casting elongated shadows across the pavement. A gentle autumn breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a serene backdrop for the evening's festivities. Halloween had arrived, and with it, the sweet scent of sugar filled the air as children donned their costumes, eager to collect their yearly bounty of treats.
Among the well-kept lawns and meticulously decorated houses, one stood out with a peculiar aura. The residence at 13 Maple Street was shrouded in a dense fog, the dimly lit porch adorned with faux cobwebs and plastic bats that seemed eerily lifelike. Behind the door lurked a man dressed as a vampire, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger that had nothing to do with the holiday. Each time the doorbell rang, his anticipation grew, his breaths coming in quicker gasps. The costume was a facade, a twisted game he played to satisfy his darkest desires.
The first few groups of trick-or-treaters were uneventful, their innocent laughter and chatter barely registering as he handed out candy from the bowl with trembling hands. The children, blind to the horrors hidden beneath his cape, thanked him politely before scurrying off to the next house. But as the night progressed, the costumes grew more risque, and the groups of children smaller. His thoughts grew increasingly depraved, his eyes lingering on the young flesh before him. The tight fabric of their costumes did little to hide their nascent forms, and he found himself swelling with a perverse excitement that grew with every ring of the doorbell.
A particularly tiny witch with a short, frilly skirt and a low-cut top came to the door, her eyes wide with excitement. She couldn't have been more than eight years old, and her costume was a stark contrast to her innocent demeanor. He felt his cock stiffen, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her. Instead, he held out the candy bowl, his hand shaking as she took a handful. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her mouth as she thanked him, imagining what it would be like to feel those soft lips around him.
The next to arrive was a shy little werewolf, his furry costume slightly too big for his small frame. His eyes darted around nervously as he held out his plastic pumpkin, and the vampire couldn't help but see the fear hidden beneath the poorly painted snarl on the child's face. It was almost too much to bear. He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of the young boy's fear, mixed with the faint smell of bubblegum. His hand hovered over the bowl, the candy rattling against the plastic as he struggled to maintain control.
The father of the little werewolf hovered a few steps back, his attention focused on his phone, scrolling through the endless feed of social media. The man in the vampire costume took advantage of this distraction, allowing his cape to slip open just enough to reveal the bulge growing in his pants. The child's eyes widened in shock, but the father remained blissfully oblivious. The vampire felt a thrill run down his spine, a mix of power and fear coursing through his veins. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but the risk only made the thrill more potent.
As the night grew darker, the trick-or-treaters grew fewer, and the man's desperation mounted. His cape hung open, exposing his tight, leather pants and the unmistakable outline of his erection. His heart raced, and his palms grew slick with sweat. He had to have more, needed the rush of adrenaline that came with each new encounter. The doorbell chimed once more, and he took a deep, steadying breath before pulling it open.
On the porch stood a young girl dressed as a fairy, her costume a flimsy excuse for clothing, revealing far more than it concealed. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she looked up at him with a smile that made his knees weak. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric of her top, and the barely there skirt did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he held out the bowl of candy with a trembling hand.
As she reached for a piece, her tiny fingers brushed against his, and he couldn't resist. With a flick of his wrist, the cape fell open, revealing the monstrous bulge in his pants. The girl's eyes grew wide, her hand frozen in mid-air as she took in the sight before her. For a moment, the world around them seemed to stop, the only sound the distant echo of laughter and the rustling of leaves. He watched her face, the innocence slowly morphing into something else, something darker. He could see the confusion, the fear, but there was also a flicker of curiosity that made his cock throb even more.
The vampire took a step closer, his cock now clearly visible, straining against the confines of his tight pants. The girl's eyes grew wider, and she took a step back, her hand hovering over the candy bowl as if it was a lifeline that could save her from the horror before her. He reached out with his other hand, placing it gently on her shoulder, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn't move, didn't scream, just stared at him with a mix of terror and fascination. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Would you like something... extra special for Halloween?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. The girl nodded, her mouth dry with fear and something else she couldn't quite name. With a smirk, he reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. It sprang forth, thick and hard, pointing at the little girl like an accusing finger. The father was still distracted, his eyes glued to the phone screen, completely unaware of the depraved scene unfolding before him.
The vampire's hand was gentle as he guided the girl's trembling hand toward his cock. She felt the heat radiating from it, the veins pulsing with the rhythm of his heart. He wrapped her small, cold fingers around his length, showing her how to stroke it. Her eyes never left his, filled with a mix of terror and a strange, inexplicable thrill. His grip tightened slightly, urging her to move her hand. She did, tentatively at first, then with increasing speed as he whispered words of encouragement into her ear.
The vampire's hips began to rock slightly, his breathing growing ragged. The girl could feel his excitement, could see the lust in his eyes as he watched her touch him. She didn't understand why she wasn't pulling away, why she was letting this happen. But there was something about his voice, something about the way he looked at her that made her feel... powerful. And she liked it, even though she knew she shouldn't.
With a gasp, the vampire's hand shot out, grabbing the candy bowl and pushing it under his cock. "Keep going," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Make it feel good." And she did, her hand moving faster and faster until he couldn't take it anymore. With a roar that echoed through the quiet street, he came, spurts of hot cum landing in the bowl with a sickening plop. The little fairy's hand was sticky with his release, and she stared in shock at what she'd just done.
The father looked up from his phone, the sound of the vampire's climax tearing him away from his digital world. He saw his daughter standing there, hand in the candy bowl, looking up at the man with wide eyes. The vampire's cape was open, his cock still out and glistening in the porch light. But before he could react, the vampire slammed the cape shut and plastered a wide smile on his face. "Happy Halloween!" he exclaimed, handing the bowl back to the little girl. The father took it, nodded, and ushered his daughter away, none the wiser to the horror she'd just been subjected to.
As they disappeared into the night, the vampire leaned against the doorframe, panting and spent. He watched them go, his eyes lingering on the little fairy's backside as she walked away. He'd gotten what he wanted, for now. But the night was still young