Happy Halloween to one and all…
I really haven’t had a lot of time of late to do anything creative, so this isn’t one of my best works, but I try to have something on each Halloween and so…
This is what the Queen of the Succubi managed with the help of her heart who saved her again from being a mess…
Just click on the image here for a larger version of the manip, but if you just want to see the story…
She got an invitation from the new blonde down the street: a
Halloween party. She frowned a bit: that would mean a costume,
and she wasn’t dating, and this sort of thing just wasn’t for her. She
was about to toss the card out …
… but she just couldn’t. It smelled of chocolate, and there was just
something about it: “You don’t need to bring anybody … you will
have a fabulous time … you know you’d be a delicious Catgirl …
you will want to come.”
And, strangely enough, she found she really did.
There she was, ringing the doorbell, dressed in pink ears and
bracelets, fishnets, and a collar. She had walked, but where were the
cars of the other guests?
The blonde met her at the door, wearing red horns and a red tail,
with a leash that just happened to fit her collar. She tingled as the
blonde clipped the leash on, and didn’t quite notice as that tail
stroked her sexily.
She mewed and purred at the touch, her mind slipping away, her last
thought how much she had always wanted this. Bit by bit, even that
vanished until only pet remained.
Pets should be on all fours; down she went. When Mistress told
Pussy to lick, she went down again … so hot, Pussy’s pussy as wet
as Mistress’, Pussy’s back arched in pleasure, crawling on hands
and knees, Mistress’ heel pressing on her ass. She lapped at her
milk; her fate was met.
Pussy’s lived to be stroked … over her sex … her ass . . . her
breasts, of course. Mistress gave her leash tug; Pussy came and
went. She would forevermore … hot pussies did that.
The Succubi knew Halloween is the perfect time to collect new toys
—especially toys yearning to be taken. This pet is taken, but, when
your invitation comes, you should … come … see what happens …
won’t that be … fun?
May the night be pleasant to you all…
Storm Clouds will return next Monday all things being equal…