comments_readers: Hard to believe, but this is now the fifth Halloween season for this series.
As Arthur and Pamela exchanged pleasantries with the new tenant, Simon Weatherby watched the man's daughter as she explored the lobby of the apartment building. At the moment, he pictured the little girl's bouncy blonde pigtails held fast in his hands while he maneuvered his dick into her mouth. Those plush red lips would feel wonderful around his member as he taught the five year-old all about deep-throating.
After filling the child's tummy with unnaturally large wads of jism, he'd get to work under her skirt. As she had played about, he had spied her polka-dotted panties from behind as they stretched across her bubbly little rump. Perhaps he'd keep them as a souvenir after he wedged his meat between her ass cheeks and creamed her from the other end of her GI tract.
Then it would be time for her to say goodbye to her cherry just as he said hello to it. It would be an easy set of spells to make her take all of his more than manly size in her baby cunt. And he'd be sure to have her cumming like a nympho while he worked her tiny body up and down on his prick.
"Down, boy," Arthur whispered from behind.
Startled, Simon turned to look at his grinning coven leader. A quick check back to where Arthur and Pamela had been standing showed him that their conversation with Andrew, the new lessee in Apartment 5H, was over. While Andrew was walking to fetch his daughter, Pamela was smirking at Simon with good humor.
"Sorry," Simon said sheepishly. "I was lost in my dirty dreams."
"Understood," Arthur replied. "Lisa, there, would be quite a catch. But she's off-limits."
"Ah, she's reserved?"
"No, simply off-limits. Andrew is certainly not one to be trifled with."
Simon considered the man who now had Lisa by the hand and they strode toward the elevators. He didn't look like much as far as a physical threat but then again, neither did Simon. Three months earlier, two would-be muggers accosted him at night. While Simon never laid a hand on them, they were rendered helpless as he did things to make their last few living hours a nightmare of agony and the slow, unimaginable biological destruction of their bodies.
Arthur wasn't volunteering any information but Simon deduced that Andrew, while not a coven member, had some attributes that demanded respect. And that was good enough for Simon.
Papa said this was a safe place for them. With the natural inquisitiveness of a five year-old, Lisa took that to mean the area outside the Blackthorne Arms. The sidewalk bordered a busy street but she knew she shouldn't cross it alone, even if she looked both ways. Finding an alleyway, she scampered down it, imagining the shadows created in the narrow urban canyon to be inhabited by all kinds of creatures - just not the type who gobbled up little girls.
Her mind was racing with creatures of all nature as they courteously bowed (well, they naturally thought she was a princess) and introduced themselves. When the alley emptied into a less-travelled backstreet, she saw another creature, one of metal and combustion, approaching her. Without warning it sped toward her and...she was gobbled up.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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