Chapter 1: The Attic Encounter: A Halloween Seduction
The bass thumped through the walls of Capsule Corp, neon lights flashing across the sea of costumed bodies grinding, dancing, drinking, but none of it compared to the sinful little show happening near the back hall. Oolong, or Count Oolong tonight with a red-lined cape flaring behind him and fangs glinting under dim lights, had one hand confidently cupping a fistful of tight, barely-covered Saiyan ass of Kefla. The other? Sliding boldly along Kefla’s hip, teasing the waistband of her “Naughty Demoness” outfit if you could even call it that. More skin than cloth, and gods, he was savoring every inch. He leaned in close, his snout brushing her ear, voice dripping with mock-aristocratic menace. “Soon, you’ll be mine forever… my filthy little Succubus Saiyan~ One bite… and I’ll make you moan for eternity~”
His tailored vampire costume clung to him in all the right places. Sleek black pants sculpted over thick, powerful thighs, stretched taut around the obscene bulge throbbing between them like it was ready to burst free and ruin someone's night (or make it). Thick, swollen, and twitching with restrained need, it jutted forward obscenely in his pants the fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the monstrous outline of his impressive fuck stick. The heavy curve of his cock dragged the waistband low, while the dense weight of his balls created a distinct swing with every step. Some partygoers were pretending not to stare. Most had already lost the battle. Hell, it looked like he was smuggling a third arm.
Kefla still wasn't quite sure of the appeal of Halloween. In her mind it looked like an excuse for the Earthlings to dress up in ridiculous outfits, with most of the women not even trying to hide their assets at all. The Saiyan of course had no problem with any of that as she had been more than happy to walk around naked without another thought, but Earth had different rules as she had found out. Still, it seemed the pig was enjoying her outfit, if how his hand on her ass was digging into her plump rear. Then again, when didn't he enjoy the sight of his Saiyan bride as she didn't even need to look at his pants to know that the cock she loved was just begging for her attention. "I doubt there is little reason for you not to bite," she pointed out, not at all knowing the lore of the Vampires of Earth at all, she was just thinking that Oolong was looking to leave another mark. "Still, I think other are a bit envious of you Daddy. Hot piece of ass and it is all yours." The woman pushing her hips out, bending over slightly and lalowing the pig to see just how wet she was from all the attention. "Is this the time for your 'Trick or Treat?'" The Saiyan still not understanding it, but she had her own ideas on it for sure.
Oolong let out a deep, low chuckle, the kind that rumbled from his thick chest like distant thunder, full of pride and heat. His fanged grin widened as he leaned in close behind her, letting his snout brush against her ear, breath warm and heavy. “Of course they envy Daddy,” he growled, eyes dropping to the way her costume clung to her ass that perfect Saiyan curve on full display, hips pushed out for him like an open invitation. His hand slid lower, past the hem of her tiny skirt, fingers confidently parting the warmth between her thighs. And they were soaked. He didn't even need to look. The sweet, fertile scent, the heat, the slick matting, the soft hairs of her eager little pussy. The Pussy that belonged to Oolong told him everything he needed to know. She was already dripping. “Mmm… then I pick treat,” he said with a wicked grin, fangs flashing under the dim light. Without another word, his hand spank against as he grabbed her by the hips and bent her forward over the nearest counter, her palms slapping against the cold surface with a gasp. She didn't resist she never did when he took control like this. Her legs instinctively spread for him, eager and trembling, exposing the raw, wet mess between her thighs. Oolong didn't even need to kneel behind her slowly, cape billowing as he His mouth opened like a monster ready to feed. He dragged his fingers through her slick folds, spreading her open wider, admiring the view of her twitching entrance, glistening with need. “Such a naughty little slut,” he murmured, hot breath fanning across her damp sex. “And this pussy’s been calling out for its vampire all night, hasn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer, he buried his snout between her legs, tongue thick and warm, lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste of his Saiyan bride like it was blood from the finest prey.
Kefla couldn't refuse her mate, the swine had a hold on her that he didn't understand. It was rooted in her Saiyan blood to obey her Alpha and even thought the pig wasn't the strongest, he had such a presence that no one could refuse. When she felt that tongue pressing into her folds there was little to keep her hips from sliding back at all. The wet folds of her hairy pussy grinding into it with such delight, the tongue of the pig spreading them apart and lapping up her leaking juices quite eagerly. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," she cried out while felling that snout pressing into her, breathing in her needy stench and no doubt urging that tongue even deeper into her pussy. She felt the swine getting closer to her sweet spot, but really her was looking to show everyone just who owned this hot piece of Saiayn ass. "Deeper Daddy...... get it in there. Taste my need, know that I am longing for a treat of my own and one that only you can provide." Oh yeah, she was hooked of fat Swine cock and even with her pride she didn't seem to care if the losers around them knew it. After all how could they ever compare?
Oolong pushed his tongue in deeply, his hands greedily groping her fat Saiyan ass as his thick muscle squirmed inside her wet heat like a desperate tentacle seeking every drop of her tangy Saiyan nectar. Kefla’s thighs clamped around his head instinctively, grinding her dripping slit against his snout, her sharp cry echoing off the walls as his tongue found her swollen clit and flicked it hard.
He growled against her pussy, the vibration sending electric shocks up her spine, his thick fingers digging into the meat of her fat ass cheeks, spreading her wider, exposing her puckered little asshole to the cool air. His tongue plunged deeper, fucking her with rough, wet strokes that mimicked exactly what his monstrous cock would soon be doing, the slurping sounds obscenely loud in the sudden quiet corner of the party.
She could feel his hot breath, smell her own arousal thick on him, feel the slick trail his snout left as he rutted against her.
"Gonna cum, Daddy... gonna fucking cum all over your face!" she panted, her hips bucking wildly, trying to force his tongue deeper, harder.
He answered by sucking her clit into his mouth, applying brutal pressure while his tongue tip stabbed relentlessly at her inner walls.
Her scream ripped through the air, raw and unfiltered, as her orgasm detonated, flooding his mouth with her thick, musky release.
He drank it down greedily, tongue lapping at her convulsing entrance, milking every last spasm until she sagged, trembling, against the counter. He pulled back slowly, his snout glistening with her juices, a predatory grin splitting his face. "Sweetest fucking treat," he rumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on her wrecked expression. "But Daddy’s still hungry." His hand slid around her hip, thick fingers finding her soaked entrance again, pushing two inside easily, stretching her still-quivering walls. "This needy little cunt wants the real meal now, doesn't it?" He curled his fingers, finding that spongy spot deep inside, making her gasp and arch back against him. "Beg for it." His voice was pure command, low and dangerous. "Beg for Daddy’s fat cock to wreck this tight Saiyan pussy."