All Hallow’s Adventure (ADULT STORY)

        It was All Hallow’s Eve. My friends were out trick-or-treating and I decided to get into my witch’s dress and explore that haunted mansion on the outskirts. Halloween is when I can truly be myself; a Witch!
        It was rumoured that this so-called mansion was haunted and that its last known owner was a Vampire! Well that would be something, I thought and off I went. I put on a black witch’s dress, wore leather boots, a black cloak to trail behind me and of course my witch’s hat. I wore necklace with a twinkling magical star hanging from it. All who saw said it looked like it was magical – they had no idea I had bewitched it to look like that.
       
        The mansion did look eerie and creepy when I approached that night. Yet, it had some magical ancient beauty to it. Its walls were made of big hard grey bricks. Its windows were all worn-out stained glass, most of which was broken. The entrance door was huge, made of oak with engravings at the borders. I pushed the door open, it was certainly heavy and made a screeching sound that made my teeth clench.  I entered, wand out and alit. The floor was very dusty and full of junk thrown by pranksters and children daring one another.
        What a mess, I thought.
        The wind howled through the broken windows. The moon shone brightly and made all the shattered glass on the floor look as if it were covered in pretty little crystals. I entered a hallway. The light from my wand seemed almost useless. So, I put it out and got out a fire ball from my hand. Finally, my practice of mastering the elements was coming in handy, though I had better plans for such practice in mind. I lifted the fire ball to look at the ceiling, then I screamed as tens of bats suddenly came at me. I fell to the ground for a few seconds till all was calm again. Slowly, I looked up and only one bat remained. I could see it looking at me with its beady black blind eyes. It flew into a nearby room. Curious, I followed.
        It appeared to be the dining room. There was a huge table like those fit for a king, though it was not laden with fruit and delicacies, but was laden with rotten plates and lots of silky spider webs. The bat hung from some part in the ceiling for a few moments then it came at me. I ducked and when I turned around, I saw the bat materialize into a very handsome man.
        My jaw dropped for a second. I gulped and then put my hand out to touch his face to make sure I was not hallucinating. The man looked at me with both interest and astonishment.
        “Aren’t you afraid?” he asked.
        “Not really! Touching is more real than seeing.”
        I felt his face. It was smooth but very cold. He had the most mesmerizing blue eyes I had ever laid eyes on. He looked rather drained out of colour though, yet he was quite handsome.
        He asked my name and I told him it was Dew. He told me his name was Count Crimson. He said he was called so because of endless blood he spilled during his time. That didn’t really scare me as he would have expected. I’ve seen Vampires before but not transformers and certainly not mythical ones come to life!

        He, too, touched my face. His finger-tips were horribly cold. I moved closer towards him, to his surprise more than mine. I felt his cold dry lips, pushed them apart and felt his pointed canines. I looked at him and smiled. He responded with a smile too. Then I felt his hands caress my body, moving down my hips, over my ass and up to my breasts and finally my neck.
        I now stood very close to him. I could hear my heart thumping against the silence. He pulled my face closer and closer to him, then our lips met. Mine, warm and pulsating; his, cold and dead. Yet, his kiss was fiery. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kiss back.
        When we broke free, I saw his eyes twinkle with fire and delight. In a flash, he carried me like a groom carries his bride right after the wedding. He took me to a massive room, with a large bed. I waved my arm and all the dust and webs disappeared. His eyes sparkled again.
        “A ‘real’ Witch!” he exclaimed.
        He put me down on the bed, sat next to me and began to caress me once again. I lay on my back and let him explore. His hands went down my shoulders to my breasts, which he cupped gently as he kissed part of my bare chest, then he slid his hands down my thighs till he reached my boots. I pulled him closer and kissed his lips. He took off my dress and his eyes feasted on my naked skin and my bra and underwear.
        Lingerie has certainly changed over the ages, he thought, and to the better!
        He ran his cold hands over my semi-bare breasts. They sent chills all over my body. He apologized for the coldness of his hands. He undressed himself to nothing.
        His body was beautiful! Finely built abdomen and muscles all over. His penis was getting hard.
        “I have a fire inside me, and I believe your cold member could help with that!”
        Delight sprung in his eyes. He felt my skin again then removed my lingerie.
        “You’re beautiful” left his lips so softly.
        He kissed my shoulders going down my chest and my breasts. There, he stopped and teased me with his teeth. His sucked my nipples that were as erect as mountains now. He continued to trail slow soft kisses down my body, till he reached the heated territory. There, I felt his icy tongue touch my walls. I shuddered. The iciness of his tongue seemed to melt against all my vibrating heat. He licked me gently then got up and entered that which I longed for into me. Ice and fire collided bring about a thick magical liquid from both our bodies.
        I asked for more, he happily gave it to me. We kissed and made a lot of hot love. But he never bit me.
       
        Light was coming about in the sky, morning was almost here. My Count kissed me passionately.
        “Will you come here again?” he asked.
        I smiled and kissed him. “And it certainly won’t be every Halloween. I’ll have to dress as a normal person though.”
        “I’ll wait for you, my Witch,” he said. “I’d like to know more about you.”
          “Glad it’s mutual!”
          We kissed and hungrily touched again. He transformed into a bat once again. I lay there in bed for a bit, looking at home, knowing he was somehow looking back. I got up and got dressed and left. I could hardly wait for night to come again.