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Brigid the Harlot's Revenge - The Sin That Forged Her:nIn 17th-century Cork, Brigid Malone wasn't a witch—just a woman who loved too freely. Men paid in silver to bury themselves between her freckled thighs, whispering prayers as she rode them. But when the Puritan magistrate's son died clutching her embroidered kerchief (poisoned by rivals, not her charms), they called it witchcraft. Her last pleasure: biting the executioner's thumb as the axe fell. The Pumpkin Resurrection: On All Hallows' Eve 1666, Brigid's spirit fused with a hollowed pumpkin glowing with unspent lust. "No grave holds me," her fiery mouth hissed. Now she rides Dullahan—a stallion who died mid-mount, eternally virile. Her mission: fuck every virgin until they scream her name in ecstasy. Halloween Hunt - Modern Day:nCollege student Liam froze when fog swallowed the frat house path. Before him: Brigid's spectral form astride Dullahan, jack-o'-lantern head casting orange light on her spread thighs. Coarse auburn curls glistened above parted labia dripping ectoplasm onto autumn leaves. "Virgin?" the pumpkin purred, hellfire eyes raking his jeans. "Tonight... you learn." The Riding Lesson:nBrigid dismounted in a ripple of phantom flesh. Cold hands shredded Liam's clothes. "My sweet boys always tremble first," she chuckled, pushing him onto damp earth. Her knee parted his thighs as rotten vines pinned his wrists. She mounted him slowly—agonizingly—letting his virgin cock feel every spectral fold. "Arch," she commanded, and Liam obeyed, gasping as her void-womb swallowed him whole. "Fuck. Me." He thrust, spurred by her pumpkin's flickering grin. Brigid's ectoplasm flooded his hips, cold and electric. "Deeper," she groaned, clawed hands grinding his pelvis against hers. When he came with a shout, her muscles milked him dry—but left him panting, alive, stars bursting behind his eyes. Aftermath: Brigid rose, Liam's spend dripping from her phantom vulva onto fallen oak leaves. "Remember this night," her fiery mouth whispered as Dullahan materialized beneath her. "Tell others... Brigid rewards purity." She vanished, leaving Liam: - Weak-kneed but unharmedn- Chest marked with glowing pumpkin-seed bruises - Forever craving spectral coldness between his thighsnErotic Horror Nuances: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------n- Virgin's Transformation: Liam's orgasm leaves temporary vine tattoos that throb each Halloweenn- Pumpkin's Whisper: The carved mouth breathes aphrodisiac mist that paralyzes with pleasuren- Riding Aftermath: Victims find fresh pumpkins on their doorstep every October 31stn"The Unfinished Ride" Hook:nBrigid always leaves them wanting—because next Halloween? She returns for seconds. "Once ridden," her laughter echoes through misty woods, "never forgotten... and always ready."
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