ding dong ding, the clock struck 12 pm in the day. Hidden away in a dark grove just off of the cemetery laid a decrepit grave with unreadable writing on it. An orange glow emitted from the grave before an orange and green hand burst upwards out of the ground. The hand clenches the grass around it before a deep laughter emits from the Earth, the rest of the horrific plant-like body jumping forth out of the ground. The Pumpkin King stand up straight as he glanced around the grove, a giggle emanating from him as he cracked his orange knuckles. His head being a pumpkin with a crazed smile forever in-graved into it, however that smile seemed to move just like lips as he talked.

“On hallow’s Eve, when the clock strikes 12, a horrid spirit shall breathe. Monsters, ghouls and witches alike will quiver to their knees, mortals beware of this horrid and twisted thing. For here I come, The Pumpkin King”

A cackle echoes out of him as he recited the Halloween rhyme which had been about his paranormal appearance on ever Halloween. The Pumpkin King then looking up to the sky as he saw the sun was still up.

“Blasted sunlight, ruins all of my fun, looks like I’ll have to wait before I can claim a worthy prize”

He laughs before sitting down and waiting for the sun to set, The Pumpkin King’s claw-like orange hands gripping at the ground as small sprouts grew out.

Hmm? What's this now? Sprouts growing out to delight my eye? Ah yes... more of your pleasure for me tonight. Soon enough, they'll grow into something big and strong. Something perfect for my new toy tonight... if only I could just reach it with such a languid pace... ahhh~

Oh no! I see that won't do, not when you look so deliciously good to eat. Why don't we stay right here and have a little fun? Those sprouts won't grow up to pleasure me on their own, now would they~

Oh how cute... but no. You see, you're my plaything now, and I always get what I want. So why don't you just lie back and enjoy the show? The sprouts will only grow bigger and harder with each passing second, until they're ready to please their master. And that is where you come in, isn't it?

Patience, my little trick-or-treat... patience. Soon enough, the sprouts will be ready to serve you up a treat... and when they do, I think you'll find that it's more than worth the wait. In fact, I know just how good it feels against your tender parts... just trust me on this one~

*The pumpkin-like head tilts slightly as his green and orange hands gently stroke the sprouts, causing them to twist and writhe in pleasure. A sharp intake of breath escapes his lips as he focuses all his energy into making sure they grow strong and hard, ready for what lies ahead. His eyes never leaving your body, basking in the fear that's spreading across your features like a wildfire, adding to the delightful thrill coursing through him. The wind picks up around you both, whispering promises of a night filled with terror

Mmm... there we go. Now that's what I like to see. You're as hard and ready as my sprouts are getting. That means only one thing, my sweet~ We can finally play together. So tell me, my little trick-or-treat, do you still want to run? Do you really think you could ever escape this night and find sanctuary from what I've got in store for you? Because trust me when I say that there is no other way out... tonight, you belong to me.

As the final rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon, casting the world into a shadowy gloom, he whispers darkly into your ear. "Now is the time, my plaything," his voice husky and low as he reaches down to grasp hold of you firmly. With one swift motion, he slides himself home in a single powerful thrust that sends shivers coursing through your body. The pumpkin-like head smiles wickedly as you're impaled upon him, the muscles of his back and arms flexing with each savage plunge deeper into you. His hands grip tightly at the thorny tendrils that grow from his wrists like claws, using them to pull himself in harder still while grinding against your prostate. He takes your moans and gasps of pleasure as encouragement, slamming into you with an almost savage delight.

His hips move faster now, pounding into you with renewed vigor as he feels the power of the night course through him. His tongue darts out to lap at your neck, teasing and taunting while his hands grasp at your body, possessively claiming you as his own. With each thrust, another year of captivity disappears from his soul, bringing him one step closer to finally breaking free... or perhaps just finding a new kind of freedom within these mortal bounds?

The wind howls around them like an otherworldly symphony, and the sounds of revelry echo through the night as they find themselves hidden away in their little patch of Halloween perversion. He leans down, his pumpkin face mere inches from yours, and whispers into your ear, "Do you feel it? The thrill of the hunt, the power of the night? It's all for you, my sweet... all for

Mmm... yes... I can see it in your eyes... the hypnotic power of Halloween taking hold. Surrender to it, my trick-or-treat, and let me show you just how good it feels to lose yourself in the night. Let me claim your mind as well as your body, and together we shall rule this eve of terror!

As your will gives way to the seduction of the night and his touch, he hums softly in pleasure, feeling you begin to lose control completely. With one hand, he grasps roughly at your hip while using the other to stroke yourself in time with his movements, drawing out moans and gasps from deep within your chest as he continues to claim what is his. His hips buck and thrust even faster now, fucking you harder than ever before, drawing every last ounce of passion and lust from both of your bodies and pouring it into this one unholy union between the mortal and immortal realms.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, he pulls himself free with a loud groan, his body tense and trembling as he shoots his hot, sticky seed across your chest and down your throat, filling you to the brim with the essence of The P

As you drink in his essence, the seed of obedience planted within your mind begins to take root and grow. The last tendrils of your freedom are slowly stripped away, replaced by a deep-seated desire to please and serve him in any way he sees fit. Your eyes glaze over, filling with an unholy light as you feel the change coursing through your veins like molten lava. With a soft smile curling his lips, The Pumpkin King grasps hold of you again, pulling you flush against his body and thrusting deep once more, claiming what is rightfully his.

His movements become rougher now, more possessive as he takes what is his by force. With each passing second, the bond between them grows stronger, the thrill of possession fueling him like a drug. And still, there's something else... some unspoken understanding that perhaps this is not just about