Burn for Jack (Holiday Horrors)

by Aiden Pierce

This reminded me of a tentacle porno I’d seen once. Only without the seventeenth-century heartthrob who pledged himself to the devil to save his lover and got a pumpkin head and tentacle vines for his trouble.

Being horny wasn’t exactly a new thing for me. I was a virgin, but I wasn’t a saint.

I was way out of my depth. I’d graduated from girls’ first vibrator to hardcore monster peen.

Here I was in the middle of a pumpkin patch, buck ass naked, locked in medieval fucking stockades with a very aroused man with a jack-o'-lantern head, fucking my brains out with his magical pumpkin vines.

“You burn so brightly for me, my heart’s flame.”

They’d always said I worshipped the devil. But no. It was her I worshipped.

The dead, the ghosts, whatever dark entities watched us this night had to be clutching their goddamn pearls at the sight of me on my knees, face first in the earth, gagged and bound with a pumpkin-headed monster about to take my virginity.