Treating Her to a Hot Night (Fey Holidays 1)

Chapter 1-1

Friday, October 30

Vivian wished she was superstitious enough to believe in the myth of the Lord of Pumpkins—a title shortened to LP in the last few years. Halloween falling on a Saturday, which didn’t happen often, meant her friend’s hometown prepared a weekend long festival. The main festival event involved choosing the best, biggest pumpkin as an offering to LP. Along with the pumpkin, the town chose a girl to present the gift. If LP liked her, he would keep her and grant her eternal youth and beauty.

Or that was the folktale around the tradition. The reality was that more than a few couples owed their current wedded bliss to this Halloween custom since it was usually a man from town playing the part of LP. That was the true purpose of the tradition now—s*x in an open field, in full view of the town with the town’s permission and encouragement.

But everyone had to play their parts. Vivian wore the appropriate sexy pumpkin costume. It was a cute and fitted strapless orange number with a splash of green over her ample breasts and a matching green headband to hold back her mass of micro braids. The dark brown—almost black—shoes she wore matched the horizontal stripping running up her thigh high, pumpkin orange stockings that stopped just below the puffy skirt of her pumpkin outfit.

Not the costume she would have chosen, but it was all in the name of good fun. Vivian strolled along the path to the waiting pumpkin atop the hill, taking her time since midnight was still half an hour away—give or take a few minutes. She had left her phone with her purse back in her friend’s room. The chill of the night air made her wish she hadn’t forgotten her jacket.

Hugging her bare arms, she crested the hill and then stopped. Her jaw dropped, and she stared. Blinking didn’t change the sight of the pumpkin before her. It was huge. The closer Vivian got to it, the bigger it got.

She hadn’t known pumpkins could get this big. The round, orange monstrosity was as tall as her chest. At five-foot-eight, she wasn’t short. If any of the past girls had gone missing, it was probably because the pumpkin had eaten them. Vivian didn’t feel safe standing next to the thing. Every horror movie involving killer vegetation came to mind.

She got closer and knocked on the thing. It sounded and felt real, not that she was much of a judge. All the pumpkins she had known had come in cans and pie shells. This thing was probably fake. That made the most sense, so she chose that as the logical explanation.

Leaning against it, she sighed and wondered what time it was. How long before her mystery man arrived for their little romp? Why hadn’t she brought her phone so she could at least play some games to pass the time? Whose idea was it to come up here so early if nothing was supposed to happen until midnight?

Vivian shook her head and ordered herself to be patient. Not her strong suit, but nothing would make the clock hit midnight faster. At least the pumpkin blocked the wind.

It didn’t block the fog, however. Thick and white like clouds flying low—the fog surrounded Vivian and impeded her sight. There wasn’t much to see on the hilltop, but the fog blotted out the lights from town. She hoped she wouldn’t have to wade through this mess to get back. Or maybe the guy coming to meet her would bring a flashlight with him.

“I have come.”

Vivian yelped and whirled towards the rumbling, masculine voice. The owner stepped through the fog, causing the wisps to stir and swirl around him. He wasn’t anyone she recognized.

Tall, toned and lean—the man stood almost a foot taller than her. The ears extending up to points above the top of his head and the long brown hair flowing free to his waist complemented his elfin features. Autumn leaves decorated his shirt and pants, making it appear almost as if his clothes were really made of leaves.

His piercing green gaze captured and held hers. “I, the Lord of Pumpkins, have come. What do you offer?”

Vivian blinked a few times to regain her composure. She could be distracted by his looks after they went through the motions. “I offer this pumpkin and myself.”

LP held his hand out to her. “I will accept both… once I have tried each.”

“Fair enough.” She put her hand in his and then sucked in a sharp breath that LP echoed. Tiny tingles similar to static electric shocks trailed up her arm from her fingers. It didn’t hurt. The sensation got her heart beating faster as her body heated and her p***y flooded with moisture.

The large bulge straining against the front of LP’s pants revealed he’d felt the same thing she had. Before she could ask what happened, he yanked her against him and melded his lips to hers. His kiss was deep and searching, looking for answers she would gladly give if he let her speak. Not that she wanted him to let her go.

She wound her arms around his neck and held tight. The kiss only intensified the heat sparking between them. Vivian found herself wrapping one leg around LP’s waist in a bid to move beyond kissing to something much more fulfilling.

The stuffing inside her puffy skirt crinkled loudly as it squished between their pressed bodies. Vivian wished she wasn’t wearing it since it impeded her getting closer to LP, though LP didn’t have as much issue with it as she did.

With one arm around her waist and the other securing the leg pressed against his side, he crowded close to her. The blunt tip of his erection, straining against the front of his pants, nudged her p***y lips. Vivian wanted to feel all of it, wanted to be closer to him, connected to him.

When she would have backed away from their kiss so she could undo his pants and make this first meeting a lot more intimate, LP tightened his hold. And she didn’t know when they had moved, but suddenly the pumpkin was pressing against her back. Her bare back.

Her costume had disappeared. The puffy, crinkling skirt no longer came between her and LP. Her stiff n*****s rubbed against the hot skin of his chest as she started breathing harder. His clothes had vanished too. Nothing stood between them.

A single thrust and LP was inside her. Her p***y welcomed every inch of his stiff member without hesitation, slicking the way and holding him tight so he wouldn’t leave. But he had to. He needed to pull out so he could return.

Each stroke was short, quick, to the base and had her clutching at LP’s shoulders in a bid to bring him closer. When she managed to free her lips from his, she rasped, “More. Please. More.”

“Oh yes. So much more.” LP paused long enough to loop her legs over his arms. He held her thighs spread wide as he resumed treating her to his c**k, hammering into her. His movements had them panting in time with each other. His green gaze mirrored the wonder Vivian felt.

No man had ever felt so right, so perfect for her. The air around him seemed to sparkle as though the universe was saying he was the one. And she believed it. She never wanted this to end.

Words bubbled up inside her, which words she didn’t know, but she had an overwhelming urge to say them. Something about them was important. Vivian tried to give them form, but LP’s movements had her crying out in ecstasy instead. She couldn’t talk with him doing her the way he was, not in any way that would be mistaken for coherent.

LP closed his lips around one of her n*****s and she gave up trying to talk. All that left her lips were satisfied moans as he flicked his tongue, sending arcs of pleasure through her body.

There was more. Some part of her knew there was more. That couldn’t be true. Any more than this and she would explode, not that she wasn’t close to that already. The glowing surrounding LP intensified. The words Vivian had failed to speak before returned, urging her to give them voice.

LP turned his gaze to hers. The tingling that had started this entire encounter grew to an intensity that Vivian’s skin prickled with it. It wasn’t painful. Nothing that felt this good could ever be described as painful.

She parted her lips to speak, but LP’s mouth melding to hers stopped the words again. Like before, the tide of passion they shared swept the words away. Vivian cared about only one thing—the orgasm that tensed her muscles and had her burying her fingers in LP’s silky hair.

Planting himself to the base, LP spilled his release deep inside her. A satisfied rumble shook his chest, the vibration teasing her n*****s. And then he started moving again. His erection hadn’t diminished. The c*m inside her churned and mixed with her p***y juices, making loud squishing noises as LP pumped his hips.

Vivian didn’t know if she could handle another round and yet she didn’t want to stop, never wanted to stop. Every part of LP felt too good, too right. She might never feel something so perfect again. Knowing that, she wanted it to go on for as long as possible.