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If you’re looking for a quick and spooky read about our heroine getting dicked down by a pumpkin-headed monster in a pumpkin patch, then read on…
“Forever mine, wild vixen, her hair as bright as fire. Forever mine, her sinful figure, forever my desire. Forever mine, her wicked mouth, bold and bravely brash. Forever mine, forevermore, through dust and darkest ash.”
I’d made a deal with the devil to spare her soul and return it to me so one day I could claim it for myself. The arrangement came with strings attached. Strings so heavy, they were more like chains. I’d become a monster. A bedtime story to scare children.
“Don’t feel remorse. They don’t deserve it. Only worthless men put their hands on a woman without her permission. So you don’t owe them pity.”
I was no stranger to orgasms. But this wasn’t even in the same universe as far as my sexual experiences went. I was way out of my depth. I’d graduated from girls’ first vibrator to hardcore monster peen.
“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.
“Now I make you pay for all those years you made me wait. All those All Hallows’ Eves, where you never came for me. So crawl away as fast as you can through my pumpkin patch, little field mouse. I’ll still catch you.” My hand dropped to clutch my rock-hard bulge, straining against my breeches. “And when I do, I’m going to break you open and claim your soul…and whatever else spills out.”
Like a moth to a flame, flocking to your own destruction.”
The cost of bringing us together again was great. Don’t be fool enough to think I was the only one to pay the price. Once I claim you, there’s no turning back to your normal human life.”
“There’s no God here, witch. He forsook both of us long ago. If you wish to scream a name other than mine, cry out to the devil. He’s the only one who has looked upon our union and smiled.”
“I made a deal with the devil. My soul in exchange for saving yours. I belong to Satan now, Adaline.”
“If Satan owns you, did you really save my soul? Or did you just delay the inevitable for four hundred years?”
I was done being anything but proud of the witchy, kinky, Hell-bound freak that I was.
“I don’t give a shit if I’m taking the last light in this godforsaken town. They can rot in darkness. You’re mine. My heart’s flame. My everything. I’ve waited four hundred years to find you again.”
“So come with me, Adaline Moore. Come with me to Hell. Not to die. But so we can finally live.”
With one last glance back at Jack, I squeezed his hand, holding him tight, and stepped through the arch into Hell. Where witches were welcome. Where dark deals were born. Where I could burn as bright as I was always meant to. Where I would burn for all eternity for Jack.
