To twenty-one-year-old Layla’s great embarrassment, her grandmother was a self-proclaimed witch.
She disappeared every Halloween to celebrate with her friends in a seaside resort and while she was away, she asked Layla to take care of her dog who suffered from a weak nervous system and was deeply upset by the incessant traffic of children ringing on their doors.
Her grandmother’s house was an ominous, dark building towering over the neighborhood and when in 2021’s Halloween night Layla opened its iron gates it looked more menacing than ever.
” Oscar!” she called the German shepherd who appeared in a second then with a sorrowful whimper laid down in front of the fireplace.
” Came to accompany you in your misery,” Layla ruffled his fur, then with a sigh unpacked her books, and laid down on the couch, with slipping away concentration reading about cell biology.
” I need sugar and caffeine,” she announced aloud after an hour, walking to the kitchen, stepping on an unstable ladder to reach the impractically high shelves where her grandmother stored most of her dry foods.
” Fuck, why … ” Layla struggled, still not tall enough to reach the container, ” do you have to… put it so hiiIIGH!”
With a horrible shriek, she fell backward, for a moment floating in perfect balance then she crushed into to floor.
Her neck made a strange, hollow cracking sound and there was a sharp pain, so intense that it ignited a white lighting behind her eyes; then it was all over.
” What the…” she stuttered, sitting up, her joints rolling on each other stickily, her skin stretching, peeling, leaving … Layla looked over her shoulder, with a distant resignation noting that she was leaving her body behind.
She rose to her knees, with trembling hands creeping on the floor, trying to steady her nonexistent body mass, when she heard the creaking of the front door, then calm, tailored steps approaching the kitchen.
Didn’t she lock to door?
She froze, and a tall shadow of a man leaned to the doorframe, with eyes of black flame looking down at her, pinning her shivering form to the ground; his smirk a spiked hit from the dark, almost knocking Layla’s soul back into her body.
” You know, we have a party out there. I guess it is your time to join us,” he said, his voice a cold breeze over her senses.
” Am I not dead? How can you see me?” Layla whispered, not sure if she still had a voice.
” Oh, you definitely are. I wanted to tactfully lead you to the realization, but I guess you spared me the effort.”
With this, he crouched in front of her, leaning into her face, his facial features are blurred chaos, sucking away what remained of her, like one gulp down fresh air.
” Wait!” Layla panted, trying to back from him in reverse spider walk and one of his well-defined eyebrows rose in a questioning arch.
Layla squinted; her eyes blurry with panic.
It was as if the more she concentrated on one of his body parts a feature materialized in place of nothingness.
” I am not ready to go!” she looked back at her small body, her long wavy hair spread on the floor in a tangle, her paleness almost glowing in the dark kitchen.
” Believe me, you are,” the man sighed, impatiently tapping his long fingers on his crossed arm. ” Times is of the essence, and I don’t want to rush you, but we should go and…”
” Yeah?” Layla narrowed her eyes, the man’s tone starting to get on her nerves, her fear making her vicious. ” And who the fuck are you?”
He just stared at her blankly for a second, then a slow smile spread on his face like a dense goo being pulled apart. Layla couldn’t stand the sight of it and looked away, her indignation muffled by the deafening horror she felt at that moment.
” Let’s go,” he grabbed her arm and she climbed to her feet, stumbling after him.
” Fuck,” he bounced back from an invisible wall as he was about to step out the front door, jerking his hand back as if he had burnt himself.
” Nasty wicca,” he perused the doorframe, the wood decorated with simple notches. “They always seek after us, invite us in, but never let us leave with anything,” he murmured to himself, with a deep sigh walking back to the house, throwing himself on the couch where Layla was studying just a few minutes ago.
Layla with confused hope ran after him.
” Does this mean you can’t take me?”
” I wouldn’t be so delighted about my aspects,” he looked at her passively. ” I doubt you want to be stuck in this house forever. Even this one would have more living space,” he kicked with his long leg in the direction of the dog.
” Don’t talk to him,” Layla stepped in front of Oscar protectively.
” Okay,” he rolled his eyes, leaning his head back on the couch.
” Come on,” Layla stood in front of him. “There must be something we can do,” she chewed on her lips.
He kept staring at her thoughtfully under his lashes, then; ” Come here, ” he beckoned her, and Layla stepped, suddenly feeling cooperative.
After all, what could he possibly do to her that didn’t happen to her already?
” We could create life,” he perused her body, and a shiver broke out on her skin.
” You want to fuck me?” she cleared her throat, too surprised to be offended.
” Right now, we are both absolute negatives. These kinds of protective spells react to our energy. Our only chance is to imitate life and disperse the spell until we can escape.”
” And we can do all of this with having sex? Is there any science behind all of this or you’re just talking out of your ass?” Layla wondered aloud.
” It is worth a shot,” he shrugged.
” Okay,” Layla circled him, and with a shaking inhale sat on his lap, staring down at him with a serious expression, while a chilling fog lapped at her thighs. ” But you have to promise me that you will try to put me back in my body.”
” You will be charged for it in the future I’m afraid, but sure, I can give it a try,” he shrugged, pulling her closer, a hungry, predatory light shining from his eyes.
The moment she touched him they both gained gravity, their limbs pulling down with delicious weight. His eyes rounded in wonder, and his hands crippled on her thighs, feeling up its juicy roundness, his bony fingers sinking deep into her tender flesh.
Layla made a choked-up noise, and instinctively sunk lower in his lap; her softened wetness searching for stimulation. Which she found in a second, his heavy cock curled up against her tiny slit of an entrance, almost completely swallowed up by her puffy pussy lips.
” This better works,” Layla whimpered, fidgeting on the wide tip, trying to stuff the bulbous head into her pussy; but her tightness kept pushing out the member, her arousal trickling down its sides, the heavy rubbing against her clit slowly working her up into a frenzy.
At this, he laughed out with genuine entertainment; the contrast between her flushed eagerness and claimed goal orientation was so salient.
” I will make sure of it,” his smiling lips leached onto her slender, bare neck.
Layla threw back her head, her hair cascading down in shiny ripples brushing her ass, her boobs lifting out of her top from the movement. When he made a deep chest sound at this like a provoked animal, her motions gained a gliding fluency as her hips kept undulating on his lap.
” It is so good,” she moaned, lost in her pleasure, the stress that tightened her stomach since she detached from her body starting to unravel.
” Put your hand above your head,” he ordered her, his muscles starting to bulge and tense under her hot, wriggling body.
Layla clasped her elbows behind her neck, which made her press down on him with more pressure, his body hard and exciting under hers.
The spare moonlight that filtered through the cracks of the door lightened up Layla’s perfect silhouette in the dark of the room; her breasts that were pouring out of her corset, the lovely shape of her soft thighs. She looked like a pagan goddess towering over him; her abundant wild dark hair framing her pale face; her slender body tightened with lust.
” You’re truly a gift of this night” he grunted with occasional, heavy slaps on her butt moderating her tempo. “Riding death into heaven.”
Only when her motions fell out of rhythm, so consumed by her own lust that it was to be feared that she let her orgasm slip away he helped her; dictating a slower pace that let her orgasm build up, not letting her impatience ruin it.
.
Layla gratefully threaded her finger through his black hair, dropping her face into his neck to cover the loud sounds that escaped her lips to prevent them from filtering through the walls for her grandma’s neighbors to hear.
When she found a perfect spot and her eyes rounded, just before this flicker of added pleasure ignited her orgasm. She felt like being pulled under a whirlpool, gyrating on his lap, drenched to her knees, and with a growl, he flipped her on her back.
” Hurry, I need you,” she begged in a small voice, giving up all pretense of dignity, spreading her legs wide for him; and he filled her up without a second of delay; the length of his shaft kissing the top of her womb.
He was cold inside her, buzzing electricity stirring up her juices. Layla made a strangled sound, his size trying the suppleness of her flesh, but the pain was fused with such potent pleasure that her pained sounds soon turned into urging cries of pleasure.
He still felt huge inside her and exhaustion came with trying to accommodate his size while chasing her orgasm. She almost felt embarrassed that she wasn’t doing much, except for hanging to him to her best abilities.
He was the one who arranged Layla for his liking; whose hips rolled his heavy tool in and out of her sopping, clingy pussy with ease; he was the one who when their climax started to saturate their moves, turned Layla on her stomach, bent over her back, pushing her creamy tits into the couch, and with short, rutting thrusts started to fuck her.
His cock dictated such a merciless tempo that Layla’s mind emptied itself, and the girl with thin mewls gave in to her second orgasm the moment he finally came; his hot cum washing Layla’s insides, so abundant that it escaped the tight seal the girth of his cock created, dripping in thick blobs on the floor.
When Layla’s eyes could open again, weak, and teary from the force of her orgasm, her breath stuck in her chest.
Dark, sated eyes blinked down at her.
” It worked. Look,” she caressed his face curiously, still panting with the effect of her orgasm. ” Your face is not … a whirling vortex anymore.”
” I gained flesh and temporarily got trapped in this form,” he explained impatiently.
” If we want to try to get you back into your body, we have to do it now. The seal is closing in a second.”
” That is right,” Layla blushed, rolling over to her laid-out body.
” Breath yourself into her mouth,” he instructed her, and when Layla glanced at him, he was standing in the exact same pose he had arrived, leaning to the doorframe.
Layla bent over her body, pulling down her chin, and fit her lips to her dead, cold ones.
” If by any chance I have stuck in this body permanently,” he called out to her, his voice a fading memory in Layla’s mind, ” I will look for you.”
” Do that,” Layla thought with some sick expectancy, and aligning herself with her body, with her exhale she sank into cold flesh.
The next second she blinked out darkness from her eyes, her open textbook resting on her chest, her hands hanging down from the sofa.
She clutched at her neck and when her fingers felt the smooth, intact jugular muscles and tendons, with a relieved sigh she rested her head back on the pillow, thin child voices floating in from outside; ‘Happy Halloween!’
The End