Naked forms, barely visible, played in the shadows around Darkling Prince. He strode through the town, and laughed at the mortals cowering inside. Halloween, Samhain, whatever they called it in this time, in this place, was when evil spirits roamed the worlds.
Darkling roamed, as evil as he needed to be. Far off in the fields, a bonfire raged. Hm, time for some fun, then.
Naked nymphs and satyrs giggled from the shadows.
The bonfire made all the shadows dance. Darkling stood on the edge of the light. Black-robed figures circled the fire, chanting in rough cadence. The chant wavered, and then strengthened again in a different tone.
Lust swirled in the wind.
The robed figures swayed in rhythm to the chant.
Darkling, the cause of the change, waved a hand. Heat bloomed from the fire. Warmth made mortal bodies sweat beneath the robes. Black cloth fluttered to the ground. Naked mortals continued to chant, circle, and sway. Penises moved in rhythm with breasts.
Darkling laughed. The pathetic mortals thought a ritual chant would keep him away, but he'd changed it to something far more suitable.
Each participant passed near his station. A muscle-bound male -- a large breasted female with red hair between her thighs to match the long braid down her back -- another male, and then a female, twelve of them in all -- and Darkling was the thirteenth.
Black hair swirled down one woman's pale back. Her buttocks moved with her steps, feminine and beguiling. Her breasts, perfect and rounded, jiggled. Dark eyes, shaded by even darker lashes, looked at Darkling.
He smiled and crooked his finger at her.
She approached. The chant left her lips, but the swaying of her body intensified. She went to her knees like a supplicant, in front of Darkling.
He opened his cloak to reveal a flaccid penis. The covered head rested halfway down his muscled thighs.
The circling figures slowed.
The kneeling woman ran a slender finger over the length of Darkling's cock. She licked her full, pouting lips, and then lifted his cock to slide her mouth over the head.
Heat countered the cold wind. Darkling grinned at the now motionless circle of mortals. Penises glided to full erections. Nipples hardened. Mortals were so easily influenced.
Nymphs and satyrs moved into the light. Smaller than mortals, they scattered throughout the circle. One dark satyr put his hand directly between the legs of the red haired mortal woman. She tossed her hair back and moaned loudly.
A nymph circled the muscled male, and slid her hand over his erection. Far more direct than the females of the species, the male pushed the nymph to the ground and climbed on top of her. The nymph's grin showed her pointed canines between soft, plump lips. The male's thrusts made her breasts bounce in circles.
The dark satyr circled behind the redhead. He ran his hands over her body, and his hoofed feet scattered dirt with each step. A short tail flicked back and forth, a mirror to his emerging cock. He stopped behind the redhead, and maneuvered her to one of the stacks of firewood. He put an arm around her waist, and pushed her upper body forward.
The redhead's breasts pointed toward the ground. Her hands rested on the firewood. Her ass, round and pale and jiggling with the sudden cessation of movement, nestled against the satyr's furred belly.
Darkling's cock hardened fully as the satyr plunged an over-sized cock into the woman's pussy. The woman kneeling in front of Darkling panted around the stiffening shaft in liquid breaths.
Other nymphs and satyrs paired with mortals, and the grunts and moans of carnality mingled with the static crackle of the bonfire. Darkling watched, and allowed the little mortal woman to caress and suckle his cock. Ripples of lust ran through his belly and thighs. Each nibble, lick, and suck gave him power. Each passing moment brought a multitude of orgasms close.
The muscled man grunted and spurted into his writhing nymph. The nymph tossed him aside like a used husk and approached the satyr and redhead at the woodpile. She kneeled in front of the woman, and shoved the redhead's legs until she stood spread. The satyr continued to pump his long, slender cock in and out. The nymph licked at the redhead's cunt like a dog. The redhead's voice sounded over the gathering in a long howl of pleasure.
Darkling grinned his approval. The woman kneeling in front of him, her lips still wrapped around the head of his cock, gazed up into his eyes like the personification of carnal lust.
More power flooded Darkling's body with each orgasm, and he raised his hands. The dark-haired woman ceased kneeling in front of him as her knees left the ground. Her lips popped away from his cock and he turned her to her back.
The other mortals gathered. Nymphs and satyrs giggled and danced. The dark-haired woman floated in mid-air.
Slowly, the mortal men and women laid hands on the floating woman. She began to undulate. The muscled man stood between her spread legs, and Darkling raised her body higher, until the man put his tongue against her cunt. She bucked her hips.
Darkling chuckled.
Flaccid cocks erected again, and hands stroked the floating woman's body with more fervor. The man between her legs thrust his hips back and forth in a futile attempt at release. His tongue worked the floating woman's pussy. His lips sucked, and his teeth nipped. His fingers invaded her ass.
She gasped and writhed.
Darkling held her at the threshold of her orgasm, and refused to allow her release.
The mortals turned toward each other. The muscled man and the redhead embraced. She rode his leg like a horse, bouncing her pussy against his thigh muscle. Another woman kneeled to suck his pudgy cock. A satyr put his cock up the redhead's ass. All of them collapsed to the ground in a writhing mass of cunt and cock.
The floating woman tried to use her own hands. Darkling stopped her. She moved her hips up and down, spread her legs as far as they would go, and stared at him with dark, pleading eyes.
Another orgasm from the twitching mass of flesh on the ground siphoned power into Darkling. He grinned with it, and stood between the floating woman's legs. Slowly, he lowered her until he could rest his cock over her swollen pussy.
Her spread-eagled body, pale and slender in the flickering bonfire, twitched in expectation. The moist inside of her pussy gleamed, and moisture gave luster to the dark, curling hairs surrounding it.
Darkling's cock, the head now fully exposed in dark splendor, looked far too large to fit into such a delicate body. A shudder of power ran through him, and his cock jumped against her pussy.
The muscled man fucked the kneeling redhead, and another woman, blonde with an almost hairless cunt, lay on her back with her tongue in the redhead's cunt. A satyr fucked the muscled man's ass. Another licked and suckled the blonde's little cunt, while fucking the face of yet another mortal woman. No mouth, hand, cock, or pussy went unused.
Darkling shoved his throbbing, aching cock into the floating woman's wet pussy. The woman's mouth opened into a perfect circle. He put his hands on her hips, and dug his claws lightly into her skin. His cloak fell away when his wings unfurled. Deep red-black, they opened to the night.
Slow strokes moved her breasts in rhythmic circles. Her stuffed pussy clutched the head of his cock. Backward motion gave rise to suction that would force a mortal man to remain motionless. Darkling was not a mortal man. He pulled out until only the head remained inside, and then pushed in with slow determination.
Power hammered into his veins as another mortal climaxed. And another. He could keep them at it all night if he chose.
The floating woman gasped and twitched. Bright red dots of blood appeared around the tips of Darkling's black claws. Her pale skin flushed. He allowed only three swift spasms, and then cut off her orgasm. She bucked, and her pussy clutched and released.
Darkling's balls, dark and naked of hair, began to hit against her ass as he increased the speed of his strokes.
Imps exploded from the bonfire to fly in swift circles around the gathering. Several settled on Darkling's shoulders to watch the fun. One, a female with tiny, pointed breasts, straddled his shoulder and rubbed her wet little cunt against his dark skin. A pair of them grabbed the floating woman's trailing hair and hung from it. The tiny female grabbed the male with her legs and managed to get the little cock stuffed inside her pussy. They hung suspended while fucking merrily.
Darkling had no room in his lust for laughter, although he felt like laughing. He thrust in and out of the floating woman, and gathered more energy.
One mortal woman, dark blonde, kneeled over a man whose face was occupied with the redhead's cunt. His cock slid in and out of the blonde's slick pussy. Behind her, another man rammed in and out of her ass. Her mouth was full of satyr cock, and each of her hands held the pussy of another woman.
Darkling groaned. His hips thrust. His cock trembled. His balls tightened.
One of the women in the pile extracted herself on his silent command. She kneeled behind him, and licked his ass while her hands gathered moisture from his sliding cock. She ran her fingers down the crack of his ass, and then worked into his anus.
Darkling's thrusts took on a more fervent pace. The fingers in his ass massaged and thrust. She licked his swinging balls. His wings fanned the air in jerky time to his thrusts.
The floating woman's body jolted each time he rammed forward. Her breasts jiggled and bounced.
Darkling let go of her orgasm, and her lips stretched into a scream of lust. Her pussy convulsed, sucking and clutching his rampaging cock.
Still, he pounded her. His climax raged, on its way, but unable to hurl itself over the final cliff. Three orgasms slashed him with more power. His deep voice rumbled the air like thunder.
The little imp on his shoulder came with a squeal of delight, and then tumbled to the ground. The little pair swinging on the floating woman's hair grunted and stiffened. Another that had perched on the floating woman's breast to masturbate spurted a tiny rope of come toward her belly.
Darkling roared. The bonfire grew to monstrous proportions, jetting flame a full twenty feet into the air. Heat billowed.
