RED KINGDOM

Halloween

There is a fifth dimension, beyond all this known to man. It is a dimension as endless as space and as permanent as infinity. It is the valley between light and darkness, between fact and superstition and it lies between the crux of mans fears and the pinnacle of his knowledge. This is the realm of pure imagination, an endless expanse we call Halloween night.

A wolf’s howl cuts through the rhythmic, pulsing beat. The grinding mass of dancing bodies cocooned around me moves in a seduced trance. A roaming kaleidoscope of lights glistening off their damp skin. What a party, and it’s all mine. My little kingdom. Faces some familiar, some not, turn to me and smile as I pass. All contorting behind whatever mask they are wearing for the evening, a wave of witches, cheap spidermen, and one fuck-wit who just sharpied COSTUME across their white shirt. Round that out with about a million Harley Quins and groups dressed like Squid Games and you’ve got yourself Halloween 2021.

Adjusting the black fabric of my tights, my friends become visible through the crowd and I make my way to them, dodging a drunk Papa Smurf. My group cheers as I take my seat, the couch luckily large enough for all five of us. I love hosting and couldn’t wait to throw a party like this when lockdown finally lifted, my smile stretches wide just at seeing my friends here in person. The couch embraces me as I sink down, planting my feet atop the coffee table in front, God I’ve forgotten how much heels hurt.

“How is our queen?” Jordan asks, lifting a frosted glass of Prosecco and offering it dramatically.

“Fabulous, like always.” I take the glass, clinking our glasses before brushing away some confetti that’s taken residence atop my black and white checked corset. Embroidered with my favorite Blood red hearts.

Jordans smiles wide, his Mad hatter makeup crinkling at the movement, adding to its authenticity. He pats Bridgets head who sighs and leans up from her position laid across his lap, mock purring all the way, perfectly at home in her Cheshire cat costume.

“Oh, thy highness is certainly fabulous, indeed!” She tents her fingers together like a scheming cartoon villain. “But, Tori, you’re a bit crooked.” Her quick fingers slide a fallen lock of my chestnut hair behind my ear before reaching up to straighten my plastic crown.

“Thanks, darling” I wink, giving her an affectionate scratch behind the ear. She giggles falling back into Jordans lap who in turn envelopes her a giant bear hug. How disgustingly sweet.

“Aren’t you two past the honeymoon phase yet? Shouldn’t you be sharing sexless silence somewhere?” I jab, admiring the curve of Bridgets backside as she leans to kiss her boyfriend.

“Don’t be jealous.” She says over her shoulder, “There’s plenty of entertainment tonight, go mingle. Instead of ‘off with their heads!” You should get some head instead.” Her slow, drunken wink almost makes me spit out my drink, chuckling to myself.

“Oh sure, I’ll go mingle only to end up with some half-drunk slob, pawing at my junk like an idiot, finish in two seconds and then expect an applause. That’s a hard pass.”

I say as a glazed-eyes Joker stumbles by, leering at me before I warn him off with a flip of the bird.

“Yes, our fair queen has no time for mere peasants!”

“In-fucking-deed!” I swallow the last of my drink, placing the glass upside down on the table. Hopefully, it will leave a water ring.

“Well, good thing I bought a little extra entertainment for the night!” Bridget literally leans over backward, struggling to get something she’s stashed behind the couch. A little wiggling and it comes loose, the box falling open to vomit its contents all over. “Ugh, whoops. Anyway, behold! The unknown!” She laughs fanning herself with the ouija board, it’s cheap, plastic sheen shining in the strobe lights.

“Behold! Boredom.” I roll my eyes and get up, eyes moving back to the writhing mass of dancing bodies. Maybe it’s time to get back in there.

“No, you cann’tttt!” She brushes off Jordan, who pecks kisses along her bare shoulder. “See it’s easy, agh fuck where is it?” She asks, looking around for something, “Meh, fuck it, this will do.” My glass is still stained from my blood-red lipstick as she places it on the board, upside down.

“Don’t you break that, it’s expensive.” Brushing off my comment, she places red-tipped fingers along the tall glasses bottom dramatically.

“Oh, great spirits! Will Lacy ever get laid? Will you send a King to conquer her magic mirror or will her lady bits always be covered with a thorny garden?” She and Jordan erupt in laughter.

“I’ll paint you red!” I laugh too, snatching the board. The glass sticks to it, coming with. “Ugh what did you spill on this?” The glass won’t come off. I yank at it but only succeed in tipping it sideways, where it again sticks and holds firm. “Ugh, come on, get off you bastard.”

The glass begins spinning. Spinning so fast that it refracts the party’s lights in a prism of colors, my shocked expression reflected back at me. Then it explodes and the world goes dark.

Silent.

I crack open an eye, not even sure when I had closed them. Everyone’s gone, the music evaporated in a moment. But I can hear the blood rushing through my veins, thudding along with the lights still flicking and pulsing along the walls and over my body.

What the fuck? “Hello?!” I call, racing across the room, the board clattering to the floor. ‘”Everyone?” Where are they? Maybe they went outside? What’s happening? My footsteps echo as I storm to the door, crunching on the glass. The door handle slips beneath my hand, what? I try again but it doesn’t budge. Firmly locked. I back away, my breath coming faster, each one hurting more as my nipples harden from the cold, rubbing against the harsh fabric of my corset.

A low, terrifying growl sounds behind me. I spin.

Nothings there. Another one, louder now, vibrates through the air behind me. So close I swear I can feel their breath against my nape but nothings there again. Something far too warm coils around my throat. I stop breathing.

Until I scream as I’m yanked upward, the sound half cut off as my windpipe constricts, choking me.

The floor flies away, becoming my new ceiling as other hot, warm hands grasp my ankles and pull me up. Flush against and almost inside the hot, pulsating mass that’s appeared on the ceiling. More hands punch out of the dark ooze, spindly fingers reaching up and hooking around my mouth. The taste is so disgusting but delicious, kind of like my first taste of coffee or tequila. Not in the flavour, but in how it’s affronting at first, then recedes into something nicer.

I bite down but those fingers don’t even twitch, lodging themselves between my back teeth, forcing my mouth open. My words come out garbled, saliva dripping down as I try to yell,

to speak, but it’s no use. I try to look behind, but the thick, gelatinous mass is like glue, my head upper back and the soles of my feet now fixated inside its warm embrace.

Another deep growl sounds, a shot of fear slicing right through me as I crane my eyes to the side. I could swear a face forms out of the black ooze, all fangs, and hard edges but it disappears as soon as it appeared. Five sharp nails start tracing down my back, each one perfectly placed where fingers would be. The middle one digs in the hardest, the sharp nail almost enough to break the skin. The sting sends a shot of desire straight to my pussy, which is so fucked up. Especially when the nails move lower, caressing the indent of my spine until it meets my corset. Where it doesn’t stop or slow down in the slightest, slicing through the fabric like it’s butter, the garment fluttering to the floor. My nipples turn rock hard as they’re exposed to the frigid air, so exposed over the spot I had been dancing just a few minutes ago. Those sharp fingers continue down, now cutting through the back seam of my tights and to the front. I can nearly breathe for the sheer sensation of it, at the realisation of what is coming. What this thing wants.

And that’s confirmed when the warm hand slithers up to cup my pussy from behind, its slick middle finger sliding over my clit just once before receding. I lose a breath. Only for two hands to shoot up, grasping my legs and bending my knees so my shins are to the floor like ceiling. They also spread me wide, the cut fabric of my leggings now tearing as I’m exposed to the night air. But I’m not cold for long, before I can get my bearings the ooze begins to grow and morph, curling up around my cold breasts. It’s almost loving, the way it clings to my flesh and caresses my nipples.

So warm, and oh so good as it starts massaging there, keeping a steady rhythm. It’s so confusing and it’s hard to think, to grasp anything mentally. The ooze surrounding my breasts feels like it grows hands inside it, roughly pinching both nipples at the same time. I cry out, arching my back. And something presses between my thighs. I can’t see it, can’t see anything, other than the lights that still throb around the room in a confusing rainbow.

Whatever it is certainly isn’t a hand anymore, it’s huge and wet and pushes against my pussy in the most delicious way. Not entering me but rubbing against me. All the way. Making one long, agonising grind from my ass, along my opening, and then sparking electricity over my clit. Then it pauses, and does it again. And again. It’s so frustratingly slow. But amazing so it works in tandem with the ooze across my heavy breasts, so disgusting but god it’s so good.

I’m not sure how long its kept me like this, my thoughts are a hazy mess, all concentration going to the that warm appendage working between my thighs. Which are now so wet I can feel my juices flowing down, coating the appendage completely and dripping to the floor. I moan, angling my hips for some sort of relief, to get away or for them to enter me, I’m not sure.

The appendage stills, as do the motions on my breasts, who tingle amazingly within the ooze.

Oh no, what’s it doing?

The appendage moves further down and away, I almost whimper at the loss of heat. Then it thrusts deep inside my pussy. My cry echoes but whatever this thing is, it’s done taking it slow. Its thrusts are fast and the animalistic growling returns. Hot in my ear, as I’m fucked against the ceiling. The fingers around my nipples contract again, the pain is so good. It fucks me hard and fast, hitting the deepest parts of me. Stretching me further than I ever have been before and it hurts. It hurts so fucking good.

The world contracts as I scream, the sound muffled by my gag, as I implode. The orgasm is intense, blinding me.

The growl turns into a low, throaty chuckle. And the appendages thrusts slow, slowing me to catch my breath. Only to feel a slow, warm finger, slowing making circles around my ass.

Wait – no. It presses in.

Oh god. It’s so strange, I’ve never tried anal and it’s alien and weird and… good?

The massive appendage thrusts deeper, my cries becoming one long scream as I’m now pounded into on both sides. It’s bruising, punishing. But I can take it.

The hands around my ankles yank back, forcing my legs in front of my body now, my knees pressing into my chest. The wet sounds of the dicks thrusting becoming audible over my heavy breathing.

Oh god, that’s so dirty.

That’s so fucking hot.

I can see my saliva now dripping down, along with the juices of our joining. The creature growls again, this time desperately as his speed increases. It’s time.

Come for me I think, smiling around my finger gag. I’m coming too, the speed and velocity of it hitting me like a bulldozer.

With one mighty thrust, he roars, spilling his seed deep inside. I could die from happiness, the deep throbbing of my own orgasm pulsing along with his. But I’m not big enough it seems, as his seed fills and overflows to the ground below. Which is exactly where he drops me.

I clatter to the ground, too delirious to feel the pain of the fall. And stare as the ooze drips down from the ceiling, forming into a massive bull-like man. Completely made of obsidian. He’s regal, ethereal as he bends down, brushing a claw-tipped finger over my sweaty brow. Heat flushes through there, burning for a moment as my plastic crown turns to metal. The weight pressing into my scalp, I grin up at him, “Hello, my King.”

He smiles, a flash of teeth promising damnation and pleasure. And lifts me to his arms.

THE END