A crimson cock

A dark-red, textured appendage protrudes from the Crimson Queen's body at the top of her cunt, large and erect. It's shaped like a human phallus, yet its shaft is ridged with a pattern not unlike scales. You have trouble tearing your eyes away from it as it's lowered down between your legs.

The woman's body moves down with it, and she's soon encompassing your own atop the tilted table. She gazes into your eyes with a ravenous grin, planting her hands on each side of your neck beside your outstretched arms as her knees rest at your hips. You feel the head of her cock come into contact with your aching pussy, and watch her mouth open slightly as she pushes it inside you.

The hot, cinnamon breath of the crimson queen is caught on the air you gasp as you're penetrated by the rigid red rod. She's primed astride the table, alabaster breasts hanging free above your own wax-spotted chest, her black hair grazing your shoulders as she rocks forward with the effort of filling you with her magical member. Candlelight glistens on your sweat-dampened skin in the shadows of her embrace as you moan beneath her, eyes fixed on that window between your bodies where you see her cock driven in to the hilt.

Your moan rises with the sensation of being filled by that textured length of hard flesh, turning to shuddering as it's pulled back out of your aching entrance. Your pussy grips it tight, needing more attention as it aches for release. The Crimson Queen obliges, however slowly, thrusting into you once again and matching your moan with a growl. All the while her eyes meet yours, a dusky glow in her hungry stare as she leans in to slip her tongue between your lips.

She kisses you passionately as her thrusts speed up, growls mixing with your moans in a swirl of tongues. Your legs flex in vain against your bonds as you're fucked to a breathtaking climax, muffled cries swallowed by your partner. Her pace doesn't relent, though, as she continues to fuck you past the heights of one orgasm, and into the promise of another. Her mouth momentarily pulls back as she takes your lower lip between her teeth, gently gnawing on it before thrusting both her cock and tongue inside you once more.

Her hands move in behind your neck to grab hold of your head tightly, clutching at your hair somewhat painfully as her long, forked tongue delves into your throat. A deep moan follows it as her rutting reaches a steady speed, driving you to a second, gasping orgasm, during which you feel her let loose a flood of heat deep inside your pussy. Cinnamon envelops your senses as you shudder against the table and the woman, stars spotting your sight.

As your vision returns, the Crimson Queen slows her movements to a crawl, slumping down atop you on the tilted table. She holds you in a lax embrace, cock sliding out of you as she nestles her head in the crook of your neck. You lay there panting as your exhaustion takes you into a deep sleep.

When you wake up, you're back in your own bed, the memory of Halloween night a vague blur. You could swear it was a dream, until the scent of cinnamon comes in on one breath.