Halloween26 Ch 8

The video cuts to another grimy, uninviting room with deep shadows. It’s quiet, and they can hear each other breathing. It’s a moment of clarity. Ellen’s still frozen, but Billie, Stef, and Carla look at each other. Nothing needs to be said. They are all on the same page for once. Nobody’s baiting anyone now.

They stare hard at the screen, just waiting for the porn to come back.

Something in the corner moves.

“Whoa,” Stef says, and Carla jumps as well. It’s like there’s a person up there, hiding in the shadows, clinging to the ceiling. That’s super creepy.

Then it shows the woman on the table, but now the women surrounding her aren’t covering her in oil; they’re covering her in affection. Two hands work between her legs, sliding fingers up and down her slit. A thumb and forefinger pinch her nipple. Another woman’s head is in the way: she’s sucking the other nipple. One woman lightly chokes her while another kisses her lips. One of them is even playing with her belly button as more hands caress her thighs.

Wet noises come from Stef’s lap as she jerks feverishly, watching this woman jiggle and gasp her way through multiple orgasms. Stef always leaks a lot of precum, and her palm and shaft are both slick with it. She’s close. Stamina’s never been her strong suit.

The video cuts to…

Carla stops jerking with a frown. It’s black and white and grainy, but it looks like Ellen’s street. An ominous figure stands, indistinct, almost out of sight in the shade of the trees.

Billie has stopped as well.

Stef has slowed, but she’s not bothered by what she sees; she’s just waiting for some porn so she can finish.

And she gets it: color bursts onto the screen again. It’s a naked Diagra the Amazon, lying on the ground with the sexy sorceress riding her cock. She’s not real, so her curves and proportions are especially erotic. Diagra sits up and hugs her close, fucking her powerfully. The sorceress wraps her arms around Diagra’s muscled neck and wails. It goes to a close-up of Diagra’s shaft pounding her. It goes in deep, then expands as Diagra grunts.

“Ah,” Stef says, her fist a blur. She’s about to cum. As much as Carla wants to see animated Diagra impregnate this woman, she likes the real thing more. She tears her eyes from the screen only for it to cut.

“Jesus!” Stef says, annoyed. She stops.

The movie shows the woman with wild hair hiding her face. She’s right there, close up, staring at the camera. No movement, no sound.

In the living room, there’s plenty of panting. Stef is out of breath, and things are getting serious for Carla and Billie.

The seconds drag on.

“What the hell?” Carla mutters.

“Whoever made this is fucking with us,” Stef says sourly. She glances over her shoulder. “Dude, Diagra was about to knock her up.”

“I know.”

The woman on the screen reaches out of the TV with a crackle, into the living room. They stare at her hand, which then goes down to the floor. Her fingers grip the rug, and she begins to drag herself through, face still hidden by that black mane. That unfreezes them.

Everyone screams.