Titan Halloween (NTR)
TITAN HALLOWEEN: A GAZE INTO THE ABYSS
By Bill Beinart
The Titans are upon us. Halloween, that is. But this year, forget about sugar rushes or degrees of slutty. This year, it’s Titan Halloween – a night in which all bets are off, all inhibitions abandoned, and all desires laid bare.
Let’s set the scene. It’s a dark, moonless night. The air crackles with a strange electricity, both terrifying and alluring. Costumed figures dot the streets, not in the cute, colorful attire of children begging for candy. No, these are the real deal – vampires, werewolves, zombies, and more. But lurking beneath the latex and fangs, the fur and gore… are the Titans. You know the type. The strong. The dominant. The ones who take what they want, with no regard for the consequences.
Certainly, our unsuspecting heroine, Lily, knows this. When she answers her door on this fateful Halloween night to finds a pack of Titans on her porch, their eyes gleaming with ancestral lust, Lily should have slammed the door shut and run. Should have. But the pulsing of her heart, the clench of her thighs, betrays her. She wants to be conquered, to be ravaged, to be wrecked.
The lead Titan, a hulking brute in a simple mask and leather jacket, steps forward. “Gonna be a killer night,” he growls, voice rough as a chainsaw. Lily shivers, and it has nothing to do with the night chill. “Wanna play?”
What girl in her right mind would say no? Lily steps aside, letting the Titans swagger into her home… and directly into her life. The fear, the hesitation, it’s all gone. Now it’s just raw, visceral need. A need to feel, to taste, to scream in a way she never has before.
The Titans waste no time. They rip into Lily, their hands, their teeth, their cocks, attacking every inch of exposed skin. Lily cries out, equal parts pain and pleasure, as she’s pushed to the floor, torn open, and torn apart. Clothes shred in a frenzy of muscle and mashing, leaving her bare… and theirs.
From the mercenary groping at her breasts to the relentless pounding into her aching pussy, to the choking grip on her throat, Lily is utterly owned. Used for their pleasure. No corner of her young body is untouched, unviolated. Lily’s mind blurs into static, unable to process the onslaught of sensation. All she can do is take it, surrender to it, to them. The Titans laugh, their icy breath washing over her, mocking her. Demeaning her. Breaking her down into nothing but a quivering, desperate fucktoy.
And when the cum starts flying, the real show begins. The lead Titan, he of the chainsaw voice, pins Lily to the floor, her cunt crushed and fluttering uselessly beneath him. With a roar, he unleashes a firehose of jizz, deluging every surface and crevice with his seed. Cum splatters Lily’s face, soaks her hair, pools in her eager mouth. The other Titans wield their cocks like weapons, dousing her scalp, tits, stomach, and thighs white. Lily chokes, already drunk on spooge and reeking of spunk and sweat. She claws at the floor, mewling, drowning in a flood of cock butter as the last gallons of prince Ranch paint her like a Jackson Pollock.
When it’s over, Lily is rain check, a rag. Flipped and Forsaken, hair matted to her head, pussy gaping and drooling cum. The Titans spit on her prone form, contemptuous, before gathering their things and sauntering out into the night. The Halloween party is over, and Lily is left gaping and dripping jizz, alone except for fragments of nightmares, pain, and ecstasy. She’ll live to feel empty… and crave it all over again.
Because that’s Titan Halloween, and that’s the price you pay for ultimate, primal satisfaction. The price Lily was delighted to pay, even if she didn’t know it. Even if she didn’t survive it.
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