You decide that it's the perfect night for a curse

As a Pumpkin-Head, you knew your tools were limited. You could manipulate your vines, but Vanda appeared to be able to handle any number of them and, furthermore, each vine you sent out just gave her another spot to make you ejaculate from. You could use your magic, but even as powerful as it had become, you had no confidence that fire, ice, nor terror was going to have any sort of effect on these high-level vampires. The situation was seeming hopeless... at this rate, you'd be **** to cum by the two hot vampires (not bad) and then made into an ordinary minion for Bathory, despite escaping such a fate earlier by a proper miracle (bad).

In the past, books had gotten you out of situations like this. Your monster race was weak, no two ways about it. What had allowed you to overcome that situation was a mixture of ingenuity and the surprisingly helpful resource that was your ability to generate endless quantities of skill books. Unless there was some kind of Enslave Vampire (Ultra) skillbook around here and that book was available in a cliff-notes version, you didn't have time to absorb anything that would help you get out of this!

... What you did have, however, was a newfound capability to generate gear. You didn't think you'd be so lucky to find some kind of 100% effect chastity ring that stopped you from cumming, but there could be something useful in here, right? Ickibod, you genius, your brain's as big as that head of yours! You may just escape this yet!

Unfortunately, all of this gear looked the more conventional form of useful. That is to say: it all looked like it had high stats, elemental resistances, and fancy designs, but it didn't look particularly effective at warding off horny vampires. Plus, with your limited dexterity, you might be able to equip a hat, but that was about it. It would take a lot of conversion to up your dexterity to where it needed to be to put a shirt on... and that dexterity would come from your constitution, making you cum all the quicker.

You racked your brain, trying to focus on it and not your dick. It was not easy.

Finally, it occurred to you... a sinister, black aura was rising form about half of the various pieces that were lying around the room. In some cases, those auras were small, forming a barely perceptible film around the object. In other cases, they rose like a sinister flame, making the gear look like a set of evil candles. You didn't have a lens that would allow you to identify the curses on these items, but that didn't matter, did it? Your ability to sense curses was high enough at this point that you could tell which ones were truly, frighteningly, damnably cursed. Those were the kind of items that would make you need to visit an exorcist after equipping them by accident.

They were exactly what you needed!

While Bathory eagerly pumped your pumpkin equivalent of man-meat with her blessed, high-class vampire pussy and Vanda skillfully utilized those toned limbs of hers, you stretched out new vines. Instead of focusing on the vampires, you began to collect up those items with your vines. Once again: you didn't think you had the skill to fit them into new clothes, but things like headgear or capes would work okay. One after another, you gingerly wrapped the items, trying to avoid accidentally equipping them yourself. Adding clothes to naked vampires certainly wasn't how you'd pictured this sex scene playing out, but that's what you did, stacking hat after ill-matching hat upon the girls to try to find one with the curse that would stop them in their tracks. It'd suck if you ended up killing them by accident, but on the other hand, you'd basically confirmed that all deaths were okay until the end of tonight; they'd thank you, in the end!

The results were disappointingly slow coming and your eruption was upsettingly drawing nearer. For all you knew, the curses these items held were more esoteric ones like Pike's "Bath-Time" or her "Lactose Intolerance." It could take a while to find one that did exactly what you wanted...

"What are you playing at? Trying to find the right accessory to enhance the experience?" Bathory giggled, raising one eyebrow as she jerked her hips up and down roughly upon your vine. "I'm not judging your tastes, dear, but did you place an executioner's hood onto Vanda just now? What, is she not being rough enough with you already?"

"I can't be rougher without tearing the vines," Vanda complained, briefly pulling her lips from one of the vines to speak. "I thought you pumpkins were supposed to have constitution..."

You retorted: and I thought you vampires were supposed to have dexterity, not strength! What was with those rippling abs and toned biceps?!

"I-I'm the front guard! This build of mine is all for protecting Lady Bathory!" Vanda protested, now squeezing on one vine so hard that you felt like that part of you was probably dead. At least you didn't have to worry about cumming from it any more, but still, it hurt like sin. You'd found Vanda's weak-point, in the form of her self-consciousness about her bangin' hot muscles, but it didn't seem like a weak point you could afford to exploit without killing yourself in the process.

The girls seemed nice and distracted; they'd misjudged your reasons for the impromptu dress-up games. Just a little more and luck was sure to favor you... more than it already had by convincing these vampires that it made sense to provide you a threesome right now. Just a little more... A little more...!

Right as you were sure your sap was about to blast into Bathory, she instead clasped her hands over her mouth; her eyes rolled up in her head and her fingers trembled where they were clasped.

Suspicious, you asked her: was that an orgasm just now?

Looking ridiculous in the floppy, purple wizard hat you'd stuck on her head, its surface rife with the telltale blackness of a curse, she shook her head without saying anything. Despite her assurance, you could tell that her moisture downstairs had increased and was now spilling out onto the sheets; her legs trembled and bucked, no longer moving under her own power. If she wasn't having a long orgasm right now, she was having a seizure. Given that she still seemed in control enough to desperately shake her head "no," you were betting on the former.

"M-Milady! You can't possibly be experiencing an orgasm from the vines of this pumpkin!" Vanda gasped; while she was intending to be respectful of her master's power, the words would just hurt her master's pride further, while also driving home the unavoidable point that Bathory had lost the contest. Bathory probably would have liked to point out that Vanda hadn't been undergoing the same experience she had and therefore had no place to judge, but she couldn't let her hands leave their place at her mouth without revealing her terrible orgasm.

Actually, the length of this orgasm was starting to get concerning. Was this wizard hat imbued with some kind of endless orgasm curse? If so, that was going to make it pretty hard to impart important knowledge to her, unless you got rid of that curse later.

"No! The contest isn't over yet, you pumpkin! You have no proof of Lady Bathory's orgasm-" Vanda cried, deliberately avoiding watching the sheets where a puddle of darkness from her squirt was growing larger and larger, "- and it will be my distinct pleasure to **** you past the brink, for daring to challenge her honor!" You wondered again if you should point out the contest had been the horny Bathory's idea. Instead, you focused on rapidly swapping hats onto and off of Vanda until you found the right one. Would it be best to just take the hat off Bathory and put it onto Vanda's head? No... For all you knew, once you took that hat off of Bathory's head, she'd have the good sense to destroy it. You needed her to stay just the way she was.

You watched Vanda's face as you began to grunt with exertion, trying to keep your voice from doing anything that could turn into moaning in orgasm. You saw her haughtiness. Her pride. Her superiority. Her assurance. Her will. Her defiance. Her aroused sex face. Her-

Wait, go back to that last one! There it is. You put the ridiculous cat-ear hair band back onto Vanda to observe her expression once more. As soon as you did, her attention turned from you to Bathory and a low chuckle escaped her throat. You asked her, in as clear a voice as you could given how your various vines were being worked, what she was thinking.

"I was only thinking that this side of my master you've brought out... isn't so bad. Seeing those luscious curves of hers has made this whole humiliating experience worth it."

Score! You told her: yep! That's absolutely true, isn't it? One doesn't get a chance to look at curves like these too often. You felt her relax her grip on your vines, then you goaded her on further: wouldn't she like to take this opportunity to appreciate her lady's body more thoroughly, as a devoted servant?

"Yes..." Vanda answered in a quiet breath, then eagerly cupped her hands around Bathory's back, squeezing onto her breasts. The woman wiggled back and forth, moaning noisily behind the wall of her own fingers. "Milady is so beautiful. To have her in front of me in splendid nakedness this whole time without commenting upon her appeal has been... most difficult. In fact, it is shameful. To think that I've been pleasuring a monster like you when her treasured body is right in front of me..."

Well, ouch, but okay. Vanda may have hurt your pride, but you had to give her that one. You thought you'd been picking up on some lesbian undertones with Vanda as it related to Bathory, but now, you felt relatively assured in that hunch. Either that or the cat ears were doing one heck of a convincing job making her feel that way. Vanda was now effectively removed from trying to make you cum, instead wholly focused on praising the glory of her master, which in this case, meant kneading her breasts with those strong hands and licking the back of her neck slowly with her slightly discolored vampire tongue.

You had to reflect once more on how lucky you were. Most Halloween monsters could only dream of seeing a naked high vampire. Here, you had two of them in front of you, one gushing her brains out and the other leading her on with a profound display of lesbian intrigue.

"I want to hear it, Lady Bathory. I want to hear that cute moan escape those beautiful lips of yours..." Vanda cooed. "Please grant me that favor..."

Bathory was in no position to resist. When Vanda cruelly dragged the hands from her master's mouth, the result was far from the graceful gasp that she'd probably expected, instead, Bathory wailed. "Aaaaah fuuuuuck, Vanda, you horny dumb-aaaaass!" After that, the rest was all senseless moaning of ecstasy. You would have liked to imagine that all of that was a result of your vine-play, but realistically, while she had seemed to enjoy it, you imagined that either her sensitivity had been driven through the roof by that curse, or else, she'd continue cumming even once you pulled out. With the contest won, you decided to test that theory. Your vines were soaked already and when you pulled it out from her pussy, the torrent just increased, with her squirting hole now unplugged. "Take it oooooff!"

You followed her instructions as quickly as though you were her Halloween servant again. Unfortunately, even after the hat had been pushed off, causing it to tumble to the shadowy floor of the bedroom, she continued howling and squirting. For a reanimated dead person, she was pretty dang moist. You'd never seen a woman squirt this much. You couldn't imagine it would harm her- she was not just a strong woman, but a nearly immortal vampire, after all- but it was probably doing a number on Vanda's average impression of her.

The curse hadn't been lifted simply by removing the hat. It stood to reason that the curse was no fixed upon her, just like Pike's many curses remained, even after she removed the cursed items.

With all due polite urgency, you searched your inventory and found the proper item for removing curses, then utilized your skills to expel the unfortunate affliction you'd placed upon your newly redubbed minion. "That... That was... cheating again! You cheated for a second time, Ickibod! Y-You're a dirty cheater!" she complained, pouting as she lay her cheek upon the bed's one clean pillow. She lay there whimpering, resting her hands at her painfully sensitive crotch. You wondered if this was the same weepy routine she'd put on last time you beat her, when she was trying to trick you with a glamor, or if she was actually offended this time. It was probably a little more humiliating, having something like this happen in front of her servant.

Although openly lesbian Vanda was a lot of fun to watch, you'd spared the two of them that indignation by removing her curse as well. She now lay prostrate on the floor, with her dimpled, muscular bum raised in the air and her forehead against the floor in apology. "I'm so sorry, Lady Bathory! It is my fault we lost. There is no way you would have lost to this pumpkin one-on-one! I dragged you down!"

Her devotion was impressive, but apparently unwanted; it just rubbed salt in the wound, considering Bathory had already proven she couldn't get the job done herself. "Y-Yes, well, stand and be proud, Vanda. This is not a failure for Halloween minions; we have simply proven Ickibod's unusual and very rude cunning once again. Ickibod, I have to ask... how did you avoid releasing that whole time?" she asked, clutching both arms around the pillow and flipping so that her belly rest against the sheets. "I thought we were doing quite a number on you."

While admiring her gorgeous body, you smirked one side of your carved mouth, telling them it was a secret you couldn't afford to tell them. The truth is, around that last second, your body had worked almost unconsciously; you'd deposited several of your vines off the side of the bed, then secretly leaked plant sap out of each of them, making the floor of the bedroom sticky and gross. Basically, you'd actually been cumming your brains out too. You'd just deposited it where no one could see it while keeping your voice in check. Thankfully, you had no discernable sex-face, so even mid-orgasm, you still looked like a smiling Halloween accessory.

Pumpkin superiority had once again been confirmed and in the most surprising of ways! You attempted to delude yourself into thinking that the woman who surrounded you found this charming and not a persistent annoyance.

With all of that out of the way, you finally had a chance to address what you'd come here to speak of originally: the upcoming event, along with the perils it was certain to bring. The two naked vampires rested on either side of you, listening attentively; Bathory wore a serious frown while Vanda's eyes brightened at the chance for an upcoming battle of such great magnitude. "I suppose this finally solves the riddle of why we Halloween monsters appeared outside of Halloween... This is all someone's idea of a joke," Bathory suggested, sitting up with the covers about her breasts.

Not a joke, you corrected her. Noah saw this as a great, world-altering event. You thought your "mother" saw it as a chance to pit adventurers and monsters against one another on more even footing than ever before, to see if adventurers could overcome so great a trial or if monsters would rise up and become a new dominant species, in what Noah had called "an emergent experience."

"Hmmm... It would be nice to exert our superiority in a new way, I suppose," Bathory laughed, smiling at the thought.

"I will destroy them without fail. You needn't worry about us, Ickibod; Lady Bathory has built a powerful defense here. I am but one of her splendid warriors. This crypt will withstand Noah's little game," Vanda added dutifully.

You wanted to agree, but you felt a foreboding sense that Noah had already accounted for this. If all of the strongest Halloween monsters held up in one place... wasn't that exactly what she was expecting? You told the two vampires that you needed to have a back-up plan. The castle had to be another defense for you all, or else, the forest... but the castle seemed far more easily defensible, even if it was the bigger target. It had walls, at least.

"Fair enough. How's progress at the castle?" Bathory questioned, now pouring herself a glass of wine using a crystalline glass and vintage bottle, both located at the bed-side table. It was a miracle they hadn't been knocked over in all the commotion.

... You rolled two vines together guiltily, then explained that you'd only just started. You hadn't actually been able to claim the castle yet.

"Wh-What?! Ickibod!" Bathory protested, spilling the wine onto the sheets. The red barely showed against the blood red color the sheets already had; the generous, sloppy sex fluids had already done such a number on them they'd have to be replaced. "What if another monster moves in and takes it while you're here?!"

That was... a small possibility. Still, you hadn't seen any other monsters besides your Trickster there and you didn't think she was the type to play that kind of trick, despite her monster name. She wasn't high enough level anyway. Additionally, as long as your cult was there, nobody could use a claimant crystal; that could only be done once all adventurers were off of the property.

"Well, we have to get back there post haste. Vanda and I will redress; you go on ahead. I will leave Vanda here to watch the place while I come to bolster your defenses; in that time, we have to make a structure capable of warding off not just humans, but also, other Halloween creatures that will be licking their lips at the opportunity to claim that castle, if any of them have figured out how this latest patch works. Make sure your cult is still safe and the castle unoccupied..."

You nodded. There were a lot of incentives to get back quickly. You'd left with little explanation and taken longer here than you strictly meant to, plus, you wanted to show off your shiny new head. Both were equally valuable reasons for wanting to rejoin your cult.