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Daedalus' Labyrinth

When you think about a demon's summoning, what comes to mind first? Perhaps a bunch of robe-clad figures, all standing around in a circle? Maybe you think of a dark, dank forest under a red moon, with these figures chanting some alien language, or demonic words. Perhaps a pentagram in the circle, with satanic runes drawn into its circle? Or maybe you imagine it happen in some haunted cathedral, like an abhorrent message to God Himself.

No.

The truth of the matter is, demon summoning can be far less... whimsical, for a lack of better words. Sometimes summoning a demon is not something practiced by trained wizards and warlocks, but dumbass, drunk college kids and high schoolers. Someone pulls out some supposed book on witchcraft, and everyone's so drunk and dumb, that they think fucking around with it is fun. After all, witchcraft doesn't exist, right? It's just nonsense! Angels, demons, there as real as aliens and monsters! As in, they're not real at all!

Oh... they're real. They're so, so, very real. Stupid mortal. Always reaching for power they cannot understand. Could've made the trip a bit easier though.

An acidic odor wafted in the air of the now smoldering basement. Once wailing moans had long since been silenced, reduced to not but melting, dripping corpses. The ones who summoned him – whoever they were – were either now dead at his feet, or lucky enough to escape during his initial appearance.

He didn't care...

You know where he came from? A dimension where the skies are red and the ground is purple. A dimension where forests are opaque and black, almost like the shadows in an abandoned building. A dimension that was both a lewd and torrid place... and a violent and malicious one as well. A place of monsters... a place devoid of light... a place of demons. And he was no different.

His appearance was of that of a young, human man. Stirling silver-white hair that was slicked back and vibrant in the light, but with one bang in his face. He was tall, muscular, with a sleek yet brawny physique. Ears that were a bit sharper as well, and these pointed horns which curved up from the sides of his head.

And of course, his eyes. They were green in color... and slit like a snake.

Adorned in a black and red cloak, he stood in the center of the room, smelling of brimstone and fire. He seemed almost... relaxed... as if this wasn't his first time doing something like this. A sigh even left his lips, while his green eyes glanced over towards the window in the basement. Through it he could see the cool sunlight of a beautiful day.

A smirk appeared on his face.

…

“JEEERRRRRYYYY! WAKE UP!”

“Uggh...”

It's that time of year again! Holloween! Oh yes, October 31, the day where everyone dresses up like monsters, or demons, or whatever have you, and head out in their neighborhood, ringing bells and looking for treats. At least, that's how it used to be, and what most movies and stories and whatnot will want you to believe.

No, the truth is the art of trick-or-treating has long since been lost. Not that people still don't do it in certain area, but it's really more of a community event, as oppose to something downright expected. Back when he was younger, he remembered dressing up like a ghost, or a ninja, or a superhero and heading out with his family on the search for candy. But, again, those days have long since been over.

People just don't do that anymore... and, really, for obvious reasons. The 2020s are far different from the 1980s, ya'know? But there was one person who seemed hellbent on proving that wrong. One person who utterly refused to let the festivities die, despite being well into her 40s. And that person was his wife.

“Jeeeeeerrrrrryyy!”

“I'm coming! Hnn!”

He got up from his bed, having gone to sleep a little earlier past lunch. His name was Jerald Tarmac... or, ya'know, just Jerry to his friends. A tall, human man, his hair was jet-black with sideburns that came down to his cheeks, giving him a stout appearance. And that extended to his build overall, being a surprisingly fit man of his age. But then you remember that, oh right, he used to work construction in his youth; of course he'd be chiseled! Not an outright Adonis mind you, but certainly fit and strong for his age.

Though he certainly did not look it at the moment.

He emerged from his bedroom, stepping into the upstairs hall of his home, where even here the signs of Halloween were blatant. Streamers hung from the ceilings, depicting things like spooky spiders and skeletons and witches, all of which being either black, or white, or orange. Oh, for the love of; was this really necessary? Yes, he's complained about it all throughout the week, and no, he won't be stopping anytime soon.

Heading his way downstairs, the Halloween festivities were even more extreme. Not only were their banners gleefully touting 'HALLOWEEN!!!' on their surface, but there were also puppets and paper-mache busts resting at various corners of his living room depicting classic movie monsters. You know the kind: Dracula, the Mummy, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and of course, Frankenstein's monster.

If he hears the argument between 'Frankenstein', and 'Frankenstein's monster' one more time...

And these were just the ones in his living room. There were more depicting other monsters like the wolfman, and more contemporary monsters like Jason. All of it was white noise to Jerry however, who watched his wife and daughter spend the past two weeks bringing all of this to life. Speaking of which...

“There you are, Dad!” a voice came ringing from nearby.

His eyes glanced over towards the kitchen, whose 'spooky' curtain had been open to reveal... a witch. A mouse witch. A mouse witch whose clothes was a bit too skimpy for his liking.

She was a tall girl... or... well... tall by mouse standard. Her figure was youthful and lithe, owing to those high school years of track she took. Thin legs, sleek shoulders, a narrow waist, all of which was on display thanks to the skimpy attire of her clothes. The bodice of her top squeezed up against her perky chest, giving them an ample lift, then coming to a stop right at the bottom of her breasts. Meaning that, yes, her midriff was on full display to anyone and everyone.

Her skirt was no better, as it barely came down to her thighs, let alone her knees. And, yes, there were shorts beneath the skirt... but they hugged so close to her butt and hips that it was like a second layer of skin, leaving very little to the imagination! Making matters worse, it was all torn and split in very specific areas. Some would say it made her more 'spooky'. Jerry would say it was clearly trying to be more sexy.

Her fur was a snow-white and from her head spilled golden-blonde hair, which spilled over her shoulders in these long streams. Blue eyes cut through them, being coy and cool atop her nonchalant and casual face. He may not have found her choice of clothes as being acceptable, but she clearly didn't care.

Her hat was typical of your generic witch, having a wide rim and a tower on it, but this one had holes cut in it so that her circular ears could stand from the other end. On her feet too were high heels that extended her vertical height by just a few inches. And tying it all together – a witches most trademark accessory – she had a broom in her hand.

“Amber...” muttered Jerald as he looked at his daughter, “What are you wearing?”

“Uggh... don't do this again, Dad,” she said dismissively with a roll of her eyes, “Mom and I showed you these outfits when we first bought them, and you didn't complain then.”

“I'm sure I did,” he muttered, “Besides, there's a difference between looking at them in a package, and looking at them as they are now,” he shook his head, “Could you at least put a shirt on under it? At least a little bit?”

She looked at him in a flat manner.

“Hey! Mom! Dad's up!” Amber called as she stepped aside... only for the curtains to billow open again

“Jerry! There you are!” snapped the yellow and white blur that quickly zipped out.

She wrapped her arm around him, a mouse of similar height to Amber, though of similar age to him. She too had white fur and gilded hair, and was also wearing a witches outfit similar to her daughter. However, everything on her was just... wider, to put it lightly. Wider hips, curvier shoulder, a bustier chest, and thiccer thighs. Age had refined her to this busty mouse with quite a bit of cake to her. However, where as Amber was cool and coy, she had this bubbly attitude to her, with her wide blue eyes and short hair that was further tamed into a ponytail.

If only her movements couldn't be so... ya'know... bouncy. And with her skimpy attire, that bounciness was only enhanced with how her chest went up... down... up... down... and that skirt! That damn skirt kept fluttering up and down with her every movement, flaunting the fact that – unlike her daughter – she was not wearing a pair of modesty shorts. So, yes, if someone were here, they could see her panties beneath her skirt!

“O-Opal! Calm down!” shouted Jerry, though his words fell on deaf ears as she pushed him towards the door.

“No, no, no, Jerald!” she said, using her tail to open the door while she looked up at him with her wide blue eyes, “You need to get going! Amber and I are already dressed up, while you're prancing around in just your shirt I didn't buy that outfit for no reason! So... move, move! Scoot! We need our monster for the labyrinth!”

Ah, yes, the labyrinth. Or the hedge maze that exists in the local park. While usually nothing more than a neat curiosity, it had been transformed into 'Pan's Labyrinth' by his wife and daughter's machinations. Again, Opal took Halloween seriously, and she wasn't going to let this chance pass by!

For the past several weeks, she and Amber had put the same effort on transforming the labyrinth as they did their home. In fact, most of the decorations currently sitting in their home would be relocated to the labyrinth before he returned!

Their plan was simple. With the hedge maze transformed, it had become a sort of game. Kids and families would be goaded to enter the maze, with the promise that if they get through, they'd get all the candy they could possibly want! However, there was a spooky monster stalking the maze, one who would scare them witless with his ability to appear out of thin air.

And of course, with his size and stature, that monster would be Jerald... no matter how much he didn't want to do it.

“Hurry up, hurry up!” said Opal as she ushered her husband towards the car, “Head down to Forrest's Tailors and get the outfit I preordered it, so all you need to do is just go in and they should give it to you. It's in your size and everything!”

“Aaaah... I just hope it's not like what you two are wearing...” Jerald replied as he rolled his eyes.

“What's wrong with what we're wearing?” asked Opal as she shot her husband a genuinely confused look, only for their daughter to answer.

“Oh, you know, Dad just thinks our outfits are skimpy,” Amber remarked with a sassy grin as she even bumped her hip with her father, “I swear, he's halfway away from giving some annoyed 'Go in the house and dress yourself this instant, young lady', kind of rant! Heheheheheh!”

“Jeeerrrryyy! There's nothing wrong with our clothes,” Opal chided as she elbowed her husband, “This is what all the kids these days are wearing! We won't look out of place among all the others! Besides...” she then leered at him, “I seem to remember a certain someone really liked my nun outfit some, oh... twenty years ago.”

That comment... did bring a blush to Jerald's face, but he didn't want to admit it. Still, his wife and daughter both laughed at his embarrassment, causing him to sigh. Regardless of whether or not he found their clothes to be too revealing, he wasn't actually going to stop them. He knew Opal put in a lot of work to make all of this happen, and he didn't want to ruin his wife and daughter's fun. Besides, she was right...

He really did like her in that nun outfit.

But as he got into his car, Jerald looked at his wife and daughter at the house's porch. They smiled at him and he smiled back... but was it him, or did he feel as if something odd was going on? Not anything extreme mind you, but it was the same feeling one would get when they know a storm is brewing. Yes, the clouds were clear, and yes, nothing was out of the ordinary... but Jerald felt as if something bad was coming.

Something... powerful.

Nevertheless, he sighed off these feelings and turned on his car. He needed to get down to the city and get into that outfit. His wife needed a monster, and all he could hope for was that it didn't make him look ridiculous.

…

Forrest's Tailors! Nowhere in Document City would you find an establishment that knows clothes any better. Forrest's Tailors wasn't just a flashy name, nor did it just have an elegant and wooden architecture, but it made – quite frankly – everything. Wedding dresses? Done. Swimwear? Done. Clothes to wear to a cousin's Bar Mitzvah? Yes, that's done too! So of course they can make an outfit for a scary monster, and a damn good one too!

Jerald parked outside of the tailors and got out of his car, appearing slightly annoyed as he looked across the parking lot towards. The building was nuzzled between other buildings that shared an equal fair for the elegant and refined, like Agnea's Bistro nearby, or Sienna's Furnishes. A bunch of places with elegant names in front of what they serve. A bit arrogant in Jerald's eyes... but maybe that's the point.

With a sigh he began heading towards Forrest's Tailor, wondering what nonsense his wife and daughter were going to put him in to. Was he going to be a wolfman? No, that didn't sound right. Perhaps a monster like Frankenstein's? Mmm... no. Witches aren't typically known for stitching together monsters like that, are they? Whatever the case may be, he could only hope that it didn't take too long getting in and out of his clothes.

But as he was just a few inches shy of entering into the store proper, Jerald notice something out the corner of his eye. Glancing over, there was a young man on the sidewalk next to him, one who stood at the edge of the alley. He was younger than him by a few decades, being closer in age to Amber he'd have to say. This young man also had such reflective silver hair, and these piercing green eyes.

Slit eyes... like a reptile...

It took Jerry a few moments to realize that he and this young man were looking directly at one another. Embarrassing really... though... why was this young man staring at him so intensely? He looked at him as if he wanted to say something, but words never left his lips. Whatever... Jerald had a job to do anyway.

He turned forward, facing Forrest's Tailors... but a voice called out.

“Hey! Mister!”

It was that young man over there. Confused, Jerald looked down at his hand as he gripped upon the door's handle bars... but he couldn't move. He was frozen in place like a block of ice, causing his eyes to widen and scramble about. Heart picking up in speed, he started panting in an alert manner, then worked up the strength to look over.

The young man was gone.

Mouth agape, Jerry gasped for breath as he felt sweat percolate on his brow. Something happened to him there, something he couldn't quite explain. What? Was he getting old already? Your mid forties are still your middle-age! He's too young to be having heart problems... or mental problems... or whatever problem that was!

Whatever; the boy was gone and Forrest Tailor's were right here. He would just head inside and--

What the hell? His feet weren't going in the right direction. His hand dropped from the door and he turned, heading away from the store and instead towards the alleyway beside it. Now his heart was racing a mile a minute, going so fast he feared it would explode from his chest! Try, try, try with all his might to fight against his legs... they just kept going! And going and going and going and going! Leading him deeper into the alleys...

And in a shadowed dead-end.

“Gaah!?”

He stumbled forward, falling on the wall as control was finally returned to him. What the hell was that? An out of body experience? No! Doesn't one have to be, ya'know, out of body to experience an out of body experience! No, this was worse; far worse. This was like being controlled... being possessed.

Being possessed...

Straightening up, Jerald looked over towards the entrance of the dead-end he stood in. A human man was standing there. An attractive man. A man with silver-white hair. A man with green eyes. A man with snake eyes.

He stood there, erect and immobile, with a dangerous smirk on his lips. Then he took a step forward... and another step forward... and another step forward. Heart racing, Jerald could do nothing as he was once again frozen still. The young man – himself silent – kept walking towards him until...

He walked into Jerald.

His eyes widening, the older man let loose a gasp of horror and confusion as the mysterious youth fazed through his very person! But when he turned around to face the wall behind him, he saw nothing! The boy... vanished? No, that's not possible! That's not...

Wait...

Darkness. All Jerald saw... was darkness. It swallowed him, encompassed him, caressed his body like covers and blankets. He did not see the cold walls of the alley around him, did not hear the distance horns of cars and vehicles, couldn't even smell the gunk and trash nearby. All he saw, all he heard, all he even smelled was darkness. And he fell...

Thud!

Against the wall he sat, giving nothing but a few random twitches here and there. If someone were to see him, they'd even think he was some poor drunkard who had one too many, even this early in the day. But then he took in a deep breath...

“Haaaaaaaahh!!!”

And his eyes opened.

His green eyes. His slit eyes. The eyes of a snake.

Jerry stood up from the ground, his neck snapping one way, then the other, and back again, cracking his bones. This body was a bit bigger than the one he had before... and twenty or so years older. Ah... but he could fix that. A few less wrinkles on his face, a bit longer hair... ah... and even a slight increase in muscle mass. There! Perfect. However, there were other perks with this older body, the least of which being the respect he garners from eyesight alone. Not only that... but apparently, he had a family to get back to.

And a lovely one at that.

Chuckling to himself, Jerald exited the alley he was in and headed towards his car. Forrest's Tailors was ignored completely, having no need for the place. Instead, as he got into his car and cranked it up, he caused a black plume of magic to suddenly appear around his body from the neck down. Via his own arcane magics, the simple jeans and button up shirt Jerald once wore completely vanished. And what replaced it... well...

His 'wife' and 'daughter' will see soon enough!

…

“Gaaah! Where is your father at!”

“Tch... I told you he didn't want to go through with this...”

Sitting on the hilly side of the mountain which overlooks Document City is a humble community known as Emerald Hills. It's sidewalks were clean, each home stood at two or more stories tall, they all had large front and backyards, some even had pools! And at this time of night on Halloween, hanging upon street lamps and benches, fences and even bus stops, were Halloween decorations! Look left, and you'd see a hanging man. Look right, and you'd see a spooky skeleton! Look down, and you'd see a black cat! Oh... wait... that's an actual black cat! Hope that's not a wild animal.

Even the fire hydrants – yes, the fire hydrants – had decorations on them, with spiders and cobwebs! It was almost as if Opal's love for the holiday had affected everyone, not just the Tarmac household.

Emerald Hill's pride and joy however would have to be the hedge maze that sits in the center of the park. Day in and day out, it sits there as a common attraction to those who are new to Emerald Hills... and – admittedly – a popular makeout spot for lovers who happened to 'get lost' within its many corridors.

Now however, the decorations of the season had practically overwhelmed it. Banners and streamers flowed off its edges, spiders and skeletons were embedded within its foliage, if one were to go inside, they'd see quite a few familiar monsters lurking around their corners, and to help tie it all together, a fog machine had been installed somewhere within, producing an ominous mist which permeated the grounds around it.

Outside the maze were a wide number of people. Families and friends had gathered in the park, talking casually with one another as the festivities were in full swing. Many were dressed up, some modest, most skimpy, and among them of course were Opal and Amber Tarmac. The motherly mouse was busy zipping from one corner of the park to the other, trying to make sure everything went off without a hitch, while her daughter stood there with an annoyed sigh and a roll of her eyes.

“Mom, calm down. You're gonna give yourself wrinkles if you keep stressing yourself out over this,” said the coy mouse, causing her mother to stop.

“Aaah! That's easy for you to say, Amber!” she replied, “We've been planning this event for months! Months! And now it all hinges on our monster! How are we expected to deliver the thrills and chills if our monster isn't here to scare our victims!”

“Hmm... Maybe Dad was right; you are taking this too seriously,” Amber muttered, much to her mother's chagrin.

But before Opal could say a word, their ears twitched in unison. In the distance they could hear a car drive to the back of the park, recognizing the sound of the engine. Trading a few glances, the mother and daughter quickly rushed to the back of the park, where they saw their car coming to a halt at the curb. Already, Opal could feel her anger at her husband rising, annoyed and frustrated that he was so late to the party. But then the door to the car opened and...

Her eyes grew wide.

Every witch needs a good demon: something they 'summoned' to guard their domain, and punish trespassers. That was the goal of this Halloween. Opal and Amber were a pair of devious witches, and Jerald was going to be their guardian monster. The matron mouse even picked an appropriately scary outfit for her husband to wear in order to terrify their victims! But what they got now... oh...

Jerald emerged from the car, dressed in this black body suit which itself was adorned in straps. They ran up and down his body, almost like bondage but... not quite. On his shoulders sat this open red cloak, one which was split, torn and tattered in various areas. Its crimson color and regal design offered a touch of elegance, giving him the aura of a demonic count.

His attire certainly left little to the imagination, with his costume beneath exposing the musculature of the man who had years of construction work in his history. His arms were so big, his chest broad like a barrel, and his overall figure so powerful. Opal always thought her husband was attractive, but this went beyond that. Was it her, or had he been secretly working out more, and she was only now seeing the fruits of that labor... somehow...

But nothing was as striking as his head. Jerald's usually black hair was now slicked back and silver-white, and his blue eyes were now green and snake-like. Not only did her husband look devilish and strong with his stout appearance, but he now looked otherworldly... and looked so much younger... and so damn irresistible! Wasn't he the one who was complaining about she and Amber looking too skimpy earlier? Then what was this!?

“Daadd...? What the...?” Amber muttered as he approached them, this sensual smirk on his lips, “What... um... uh...” she averted her eyes, appearing confused, “What um...”

“What took you so long!?” Opal snapped, trying to put on a brave face before her husband's transformation... and utterly failing like a crumbling house of cards.

“My apologies, darling,” he said, his tone and choice of words ringing bells in her ears.

They should have been alarm bells. They should have told Amber and Opal that something was definitely awry. But on the other hand... his tone and choice of words were utterly enthralling. When Jerald spoke, that wasn't the sound of her Opal's husband or Amber's father, but instead the sound of a sexy count.

Opal curled her hand, almost like she'd form a fist. Instead she let it go, blushing furiously as she looked away.

“W-well.. at least... I... I can see why you're so late...” she muttered, “Clearly... it took a bit longer than usual for you to get yourself all dressed up. Especially with your...” she looked up at his face, meeting his piercing green eyes, “With that... make up...”

“Are those... contacts, Dad?” Amber asked as she too looked at her father's eyes, “Where did you even get them...?”

“What can I say? Since you and Opal were taking this so seriously, I figured I should take this seriously too!” he answered, his refined tone sending quiver through the two mice.

“Well... ahem... y-yeah... I mean, yes! I mean yes!” replied Opal, who struggled to maintain herself against her husband's wiles.

Something about him felt otherworldly. His voice and words oozed into her ears like syrup, making them twitch and her tail straighten out. Constantly she looked at her husband, read the smirk on his lips, and then looked away, desperate to save face against him. What was going on here? She looked back at him, but--

Chu...

“Mm?”

His lips pressed to hers in a kiss, one that made her knees buckle. Opal remained standing yes, but she did so barely following her husband's kiss. It just felt so different from usual. They kiss each other all the time, but this one was like a bolt of lightning was sent surging through her! And he didn't even use his tongue! It was just a kiss – his lips on her lips – and yet...

“Should I... leave you two alone?” asked Amber, to which Jerald chuckled.

“No, Amber. No,” he answered as he approached his daughter, “I'll be with you in just a moment.”

And then...

Chu...

“Mmm!?”

Amber's eyes widened.

Did her father just kiss her? On the lips? Like, yeah, that's not too weird; parents kiss their children all the time! Even getting kissed on the lips isn't too strange! But... it certainly felt strange! It's not like they kiss each other on the lips all the time! Cheeks, yes, but lips? No. And... why did it make Amber slightly stiffen up? Like she wasn't sharing a kiss with her father, but was instead sharing a kiss with her boyfriend.

Umm...

“O-okay! Enough of this!” shouted Opal as she drew attentions to her, “L-look! We have a Halloween event to throw, and it's time we threw it! Soooooo...” she pointed towards the hedge maze, “Let's get going! Pan's Labyrinth is open! We have our monster and we have our witches, so...” she looked at her husband, “Get moving, Jerry! Y-you know what to do!”

“Yes I do, darling...” he answered.

Walking forward, Jerald entered into the hedge maze, walking with this firmness, this power to him. He wasn't hunched, he wasn't even annoyed! He was so damn strong with his movements, something that did not go unnoticed by his wife and daughter. They both watched him move... unflinching...

And then he finally vanished from view, letting the two gasp as if they were being released by some spell. Looking at one another, Opal and Amber traded a few confused glances, as if to ask what just happened without actually speaking. But when the motherly mouse did speak...

“L-let's go...”

Amber nodded.

…

This was a... fog machine?

It was a tiny, black, box-shaped little thing. One of many, they were placed in various corners of the hedge maze's center, spewing out an endless stream of fog and mist which permeated the air. Some had lights which flickered and flashed, further reinforcing the so-called ominous vibe the maze was going for.

Opal and Amber had spent the better half of the entire day setting all of this up. The heart of the hedge maze was a spacious area with a gazebo and multiple tables placed around, with all manner of candy treats placed at them all, and more than a few coolers with drinks as well. And in the center of it all, there was a witch's cauldron, further enhancing the festivities.

He had to really give it to his 'wife' and 'daughter'; they really wanted to make an impact. It's unfortunate then that the ones who were about to be frightened were them.

Raising his finger, a grin adorned Jerald's lips as he looked at the various smoke machines resting about. A sinister red energy began cackling at his digits as he placed his thumb and middle finger together. And then with a...

Snap!

Of his finger, all the smoke machines turned off... but the smoke kept coming. Now infused with this malignant red energy, it traveled through the maze at a quicker pace, distorting and disrupting reality in this little area. To all those who entered, they'd find their sense of direction grow... disorientating. Up was down, down was up, and the further you traveled in, the more lost you'd become.

“Now... that's far more befitting the title of a 'labyrinth', wouldn't you agree?” Jerald whispered... to no one in particular.

…

Returning to the front of the hedge maze, Opal and Amber quickly took her place at a stand which stood at the entrance to the maze. Excitement brimmed within Opal. Finally, Halloween was getting started! And tonight, oh, she could feel this was going to be one Halloween that would be utterly unforgettable!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Tapping a silver spoon to a glass cup, Opal gathered the attentions of the crowd in front of the hedge maze. All the conversations were cut short, with everyone's gazes focused on her. She stared back, momentarily surprised, before gathering her sense as she took in a deep breath.

“Good evening, everyone,” she called, “Hallow's Eve! That time where we all stop to remember the dearly departed... which also happens to coincide with the arrival of spirits and monsters from the Netherworld. When I was a young girl, Halloween was a very, very important holiday to me. If Christmas and Thanksgiving is time for family, then Halloween is the time for adventure. You dress up and head out, sometimes going to parts of the neighborhood you've never seen before, all to enjoy candy. It's such a shame that Halloween isn't as important now as it once was, and even worse that Emerald Hills is so familiar to us. That's when my daughter and I got this idea. If we can't get an adventure, we will create an adventure. So please...” she gestured towards the entrance of the hedge maze, “Come in and enjoy yourselves within our witch's domain. Those who can make it to the center will be given a bounty unlike those you'll find out here,” her eyes then slid in, giving a devilish and taunting smile to the crowd before her, “But beware, for we have a monster stalking its every corner, one who will not hesitate to strike! Let's see who will make it first to the center of Pan's Labyrinth!”

With her speech over, everyone outside began slowly making their way into the hedge maze. Excitement was palpable in the air, like Opal was infecting everyone with her giddiness. Even Amber smirked at her mother. She knew how much she practiced this speech so that she didn't muck it up.

“Excited, Mom?” she asked in a teasing manner.

“Oooh! You know I am!” she replied, “Aah! Everything's looking great, honey! So let's hurry up and take the secret path to the center. We've got to be there before anyone else gets there, you know!”

“Yeah, yeah... let's go.”

Turning away as the families entered into the hedge maze, both Opal and Amber made way for the secret entrance. Fog seeped in through the cracks and splits of the labyrinth's foliage, covering and coating the air in a thick, gray mist. It was so strong, so thick that... they eventually vanished.

“Wow... the fog machines are really putting in the work,” Amber remarked as she followed behind her mother.

“I made sure to buy good ones but...” Opal looked around in a curious manner, “I didn't think they'd produce this much fog. I hope no one hurts themselves from all of this...” she then raised an eyebrow, “And this red light... I thought we picked the blue ones!”

“I'm sure we did...” Amber replied, “Hmm... maybe I accidentally switched one? Or maybe Dad did.”

“I hope he didn't touch anything. These things are really sensitive!” Opal muttered as they stepped in under an arch, “But... huh... sh-shouldn't we have arrived by now... Amber...? Amber...? Amber!?”

The matron mouse stopped then turned around... where she saw nothing. Amber was gone, replaced by nothing but the walls of the maze and the fog which spilled in through the seams of the foliage. Pulling back, Opal glanced left and right, confusion wrought on her face. Wasn't her daughter just here?

“A-Amber?” she muttered, “Hey! Amber! Where did you go!?” walking forward, she stepped back under the arch she originally entered through, coming to a corridor that... was not familiar to her, “What the...? H-hey! Amber! If this is a joke... heh heh... okay... it is pretty funny. Good to get into the fun of the holiday!”

But her words fell on deaf ears, with no response, no nothing from her daughter. Confused further, Opal pulled back into the foggy corridors of the maze, her head turning around just in time to see...

Sssslslllttlslthrrr...

“Wh-what...?”

The red edges of a cloak suddenly whisked around the corner at the end of the passageway. It was brief, but the sight was enough to make her heart pick up in place. Rushing to the end of the path, Opal looked to her right where she saw the cloak walk towards, only to bring her eyes upon a dead end... with no one there. Flinching in confusion, the matron mouse walked towards the dead end and placed her hands upon the stone bench which rested in front of it, confused and bewildered.

“How is this...?” she whispered to herself.

Tap... tap... tap...

Opal's eyes widened and her fur stood on end as the sound of footsteps began echoing behind her. Closer and closer and closer they came, sending these frigid jolts down her spine, while her heart rate spiked. And then the footsteps stopped, but she remained frozen there, too terrified to turn and look around. Until...

Touch...

“AAH!?”

Opal launched up in the air, almost as high as a rabbit, and when she landed she turned around to see... JERALD!? He stood behind his wife with an affable yet teasing smile on his lips, while she looked back with her eyes wide and mouth agape. For a few moments, things remained that way, before Opal's fur and hair all stood on end.

“JERRRRYY!!!” she shouted, her voice a mixture of anger and embarrassment... so much embarrassment, “What the hell, Jerry! What was all of that!?”

“Heh heh heh! Is something wrong, darling?” he asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder, “I saw you wondering these halls by yourself, and thought I'd tease you for a little bit.”

“Y-you're not supposed to scare me! You're supposed to scare other people!” she snapped, “Gaaah... oooh...” then she stopped, placing her hand on her head as she settled her nerves, “My heavens... th... that was terrifying! Mmmf...” looking up briefly, her blue eyes met his green ones, “S-scaring me like that... wh-where do you get off doing something like that, mister?”

Placing her hand on her chest, Opal closed her eyes and sat down on the bench behind her, settling her nerves following his little fright. It took several moments, and every time she looked up, her eyes met that of her husband as he stared back down upon her with a smirk on his lips. His stupid, smug, punchable look; she wanted to reach up and smack that cocky visage right off his face!

But... heh... it was pretty fun... exciting even. Got her blood pumping. So much so that Opal couldn't help but to let a smirk break out on her face. She even laughed at her own silliness, as frustrating as it is. It was all brought to an end though when Jerald reached over, his hand falling on her thigh.

There were a few differences between her witch outfit and that of Amber. While both of their skirts didn't come down to their knees, Opal's thigh-high socks extended down into her high-heeled boots, with clips which connected said socks to her panties beneath. With Jerald's hand on her thigh, he gently stroked his palm upon her leg, being sure to ghost his digits upon the straps of her outfit.

“Nmmph... h-hey, Jerry...” Opal whispered, a blushing smile adorning her lips, “Hey... c-cut it out... h-help me find Amber, okay? We... we got separated during your little scare...”

“Hm? Is something wrong with that, darling?” Jerald replied as he sat down next to her, “Amber's a grown woman; she can take care of herself.”

“I... hnm... w-well... y... you are right... but... but...” she shook her head, “Ah... everyone else... we need to...” his face leaned in, “You need to scare them, J-Jerry. That's the whole point of a monster... to keep them... out of... the witches...” she turned to face him, “Swamp... mmmff...”

Their lips met in a kiss. Eyes quivering, Opal tasted the lips of her husband as they pressed to hers... then soon parted her mouth open. His tongue – devious and skilled – quickly pushed into her mouth, where it swiveled around and tasted from her body. Being her husband, the mouse was used to kissing him, naturally. But this? This was somehow different. When they first kissed, Jerald seemed unsure; as if he didn't know where to kiss first.

But this was only for a fraction of a second. The moment he tasted from her body, it was like he instantly knew all of her weak spots. His tongue slithered and danced around with hers, easily outpacing her with an ability far beyond what she was used to. It was overwhelming, but in a manner that pacified her. All of Opal's anxieties were pushed to the back of her head as her husband dined on her lips... then pulled away to dine on her body.

Jerald kissed away from Opal's lips, kissing upon her cheek then coming to her neck. In response, she turned her head away, offering up more of her neck for him to lick, kiss, and nibble upon. Each touch of his lips sent jolts down her body, causing the mouse to open her lips and pant in a desperate, growing need.

Her body was hot; incredibly so. Energy and lust and heat all rushed through her body, centering upon her loins. Biting into her bottom lip, Opal struggled to keep it all in as her husband toyed with her, and before she knew it--

“Haaa... aaaaah... ooooohh...!”

She was moaning to the air. His kisses alone had her melting, and his hands were no better. With one hand on her thigh, and the other hand on her shoulder, Jerald groped Opal with his strong yet sensual hand. The thicc flesh of the matron mouse was gripped by his needy palms, which squeezed upon her, drawing luscious moans from her lips.

“Aaah...!”

Opal's lips quivered and her eyes rolled back as her husband toyed with her body. The hand on her leg slipped up beneath her skirt, then dipped into her inner thigh, groping and tweaking her to his own whims. The slight touch alone taunted him with a taste of her heat, as her womanhood grew moist beneath his erotic touches. And this heat – traveling throughout her body – further made the mouse stiffen in place, as more and more cries of lustful need left her lips.

“Aaaah...! Nnghh...! C-cut it out.. J-J-Jerry...” she moaned, trying – and utterly failing – to mount any defense, “We can't let the... the... oh... ffnng... oh fudge... I... aaah...”

Falling over upon the bench, Opal stared lustfully up to her husband, who pinned her below with his big, broad body. That silver-white hair and those green, reptilian eyes; they enhanced his very being, making him appear larger than life. Biting into her bottom lip, Opal smirked and groaned, then reached up to wrap her hands and arm around his neck and shoulders. No words left her. Overwhelmed with lust and desire, the matron mouse ground her hips against her husband, before pulling him in.

“Mmmf!”

“Mmm!”

Their lips met in a heady kiss. Lips smacked against lips, tongues danced with tongues, and drool slithered from the gaps between them. Opal's hat fell from her head, revealing her blonde hair and the cute little ponytail it was tied back into. Raising his hand, Jerald stroked his fingers through the blonde locks of his wife, while she gripped back at his brawny body.

Through meshing lips Opal moaned, while the heated lump of her husband began to press against her mound. Even through their clothes – particularly his outfit – she could feel the rod of desire that is her husband's cock, as if it was desperate to be freed of the confides of his attire. And, dammit, she wanted to free it too!

But Jerald pulled away, staring upon his wife with a grin on his lips and his green eyes aglow. He was taunting her, teasing her, toying with her; making that furnace of lust burn bright and hard, but utterly refusing to douse it. Biting into her bottom lip, all Opal could do was grind her hips together, trying to stimulating herself as she desperately sought that release.

Placing his hands down at the sides of his wife's body, Jerald moved in, kissing her neck again, but this time moving down. Kiss after kiss after kiss was planted upon her body, leaving her chest marred in these sweet touches which made Opal groan. Biting into her bottom lip, she tried to relieve some tension as her husband toyed with her.

This was... he's almost never done something like this before! Not to say Jerry couldn't have his moments of finesse, but this was something else entirely! His touches were all pinpoint, striking areas of her body that not even Opal was aware of! When his hand touched her sides, he groped and kneaded her figure, causing her to stiffen up. But of course, he didn't remain too long as he started moving back down.

Grabbing her skirt, Jerald flipped it up, revealing the panties she decided to wear. Elegant, black panties too, with a floral pattern... and a dark pit in the center. Naughty, naughty girl; got so wet after a little bit of touching and kissing. Not that Jerald minded. When Opal's erotic scent filled his nose, he gave a groan of hunger and desire.

Time to feast!

Reaching beneath his wife's skirt, he gripped her panties and began pulling them down, revealing her cunt to the hedge maze around them. Her scent was even stronger now without those pesky panties in the way, and he so gleefully indulged in it. This lovely, refined smell. Mature and graceful, like the most finest of wines!

Down Opal's thighs traveled the most steamiest of honey. It trickled along her legs and stained the bench beneath her, while her pink, pussy lips glistened in the umber lights of the maze around them. Placing his hands on her hips, Jerald framed his wife's womanhood with his face as his lips curled into a devilish grin. All the while, Opal panted for her breath, her hands laid beside her head right up until--

“Mmmph!”

“AAAH!?”

With no warning, Jerald pressed his face down to Opal's cunt. Her eyes widened as her husband attacked her pussy, his lips hungry and wild as he ate, slurped, and drank in her honey. That same tongue he used to disarm her mouth, was now going down on her pussy. It pushed inside of her folds, separating them to taste the pink inside. Around and around his tongue swirled within her cunt, making Opal twitch, buck, and cry out in pleasure.

“Fudge! Aaah~! Aaaahnn~! J-Jeeerrrryyy~! Aaauuugh!”

Reaching down, she gripped his head, working her fingers between his silver-white hair, while grinding her pussy harder against his face. Her sumptuous thighs squeezed around his head, further drowning Jerald in his wife's body. In response, he pushed in against her, forcing her legs up and on his shoulders as he continued eating out her cunt.

Loud, audible smacks and slurps left him as his tongue traced her pussy, danced on her clit, then came back down to force its way into her vaginal tunnel. The raw, uncut taste of her juicy pussy, drizzled down his lips and tongue as he drank it all, more and more and more! All the while, Opal bucked and twitched on her husband's face, holding tight against him as pleasure overwhelmed her voluptuous body.

“Fudge! Aah~! Gaaaahh~! Aaahhnn~!”

Opal's back arched off the bench as she let loose orgasmic cries to the maze around them. Oh gosh, this was too good! Jerald was feasting on her pussy like a man possessed! Her copious nectar oozed without end from her cunt, drenching his lip and chin while she road out the pleasure of it all. Just a little more, just a little more!

That tongue. That freaking tongue! The way it stroked and slide and prodded at her walls, prying them apart, scraping at her tunnel, reaching in deeper and deeper and deeeepeeeeerrrrr. Deeper than it had ever reached before. Deeper than what was humanly possible. Deep like a snake.

“GAAAAH~~!”

Jerald knew Opal's body better than anyone else. Whenever he wanted to, he could make her walls crumble. And that's exactly what he did when he struck her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy!

Opal launched off the bench, her legs crossed over Jerald's head as her eyes closed shut and her mouth split open. From her plump lips rang a loud cry of orgasmic pleasure, right as she--

SQURRRRRRTTT!!!

All over her husband's face.

He was drenched in her nectar, coating and covering him from his lips down to his chin, while her pussy clinched on his tongue with a grip tighter than that of a vice! She squeezed his tongue, milked it, desperate to get that seed it could not give her. All while her body finally recoiled following such an intense explosion.

Opal's face was one of blissful release, with eyes closed and a smile spread out upon her luscious lips. This release – while cruelly quick – gave her a rapturous pleasure she hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

And then she fell back...

Whump!

“Aaaah...! Haaaah! Oooooh~”

Laying there on the bench, Opal stared up to the night sky overhead while she struggled to catch her breath. Even when Jerald pulled his face free from her pussy, she was still trembling. Her legs like noodles, she wouldn't be able to stand even if she wanted to! Pleasure continued trembling down her thighs, while her husband sat up above her.

“Oh my... gosh...! J-Jerry...” she whispered a she looked up at him, “What... what's gotten into you?”

He smiled.

“You did.”

That statement, filled with sass and arrogance, sent a shiver down Opal's spine, and made her groan with need as well. Whatever befell her husband, she could care less about right now. Mind drowning in that sea of pleasure, the matron mouse watched as he slowly removed the cloak from his body, revealing the tight leather suit he wore beneath. And then...

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

One by one, the straps which bound his body were undone, revealing the body suit he wore... and causing the cod piece he had to suddenly snap off. And once it 'Clanked!' against the floor...

FWIP!

“Oh my... word...”

Falling between his legs was Jerald's cock. Jerald's large cock. Jerald's incredibly large cock. Jerald's incredibly large and hung cock.

The Tarmac's have a very active lifestyle. Sure, their in their forties, but they can still go at it like a couple of rabbits if given the chance. Putting it lightly, Opal knew her husband's cock! And this? This!? This was not her husband's cock! This was something bigger... thicker... longer... wiiiiddeeer! This was something so big, so large, that it made the matron mouse shiver. It even cast a shadow on her face!

What was this!? Did this situation excite Jerald that much? It sure as hell excited her! Staring up to her strong, bold husband as he leered at her with such hunger, such desire, it fanned the flames of lusts that were just doused. Her hands placed to the sides of her head, Opal bit into her bottom lip as she gave a smile of barely restrained need, nodding at him, goading him, to do more!

But first, she had to do her part too! As much as Opal loved to receive, she loved giving even more! And, oh, she knew exactly what to give her husband. Something that always made him weak in the knees!

“Sit back,” Opal whispered as she pressed her palms to his chest, pushing him slightly.

Jerald obeyed, allowing his wife to guide him until he was sitting up right. And then – after several seconds where she was still recoiling from her climax – the matron mouse stood before her husband. On wobbling legs she gave him a sensual smile, her hand raising up to undo the band that kept her hair into a ponytail, allowing those golden locks to fall far and free. Then she dropped...

Falling on her knees before her husband, Opal gripped her breasts by their sides. Through her leather top she kneaded and groped her soft bosom, not only to stimulate herself further, but to also put on a show for her husband. She knew these tits of hers made him as weak in the knees as she was, and the motherly mouse had no qualms abusing this fact.

Up and down, around and around, Opal giggled as she groped herself, feeling her plump tits bend with her every touch. But then her fingers traced around to the center of her top, where there laid a button right at the bottom of her bosom. With one push...

Plap!

“Aaah!”

Her breasts fell from their hold, exposed to the foggy maze that surrounded them. And yet Jerald could still see the lovely breasts of his wife. Large and soft, shaped like teardrops, white fur cradling pink nipples. Mmmmm... just the sight of them made his towering cock twitch with randy excitement!

Giggling herself, Opal gripped her tits and moved in, sandwiching her husband's dick between her lofty tits.

“Aaaah~”

So... HOT!!! Jerald's cock was like a rod of lava, all red and thick and twitching! It stood between Opal's tits like a pillar of pleasure, with his precum oozing from his slit in clear, gooey, rivulets. Eyes lidded, the matron mouse wore a slutty visage as she basked in the glory of her husband's cock: its sight, its odor, its feel, its everything!

Gripping her breasts tight, Opal started working them upon her husband's dick. She was slow at first, moving her soft tits along his dick like a pair of hot marshmallows. Up... down... up... down... every inch of her breasts ran along the sides of her husband's dick. She could feel his taut skin roll slightly with her tits, barely bending and breaking. Likewise for Jerald, who indulged in his wife's soft breasts, feeling them cradle his sensitive cock.

“Does it feel good, sweatheart?” Opal asked, to which Jerald gave her a grin.

“Oh... it feels positively devilish,” he responded, a sexy and cunning smirk on his lips.

His words sent a shiver down Opal's spine, and drew a grin of equal power to her lips. Now working herself faster and harder on his cock, she dropped her fat tits down on his length, letting her weight crash upon him with audible 'PLAP!' after audible 'PLAP!' And the feeling, so amazing, drew aroused chuckles from Jerald's lips.

With her great breasts pleasuring his cock, he locked his eyes upon the face of his wife... and then upon those plump lips. His dick was so long and hard and thick, that it easily stood tall between the valley of her tits. So tall in fact, that with a slight shift of his angle, and with a thrust up of his hips...

PLAP!

Smack!

“Mmmf!?”

The head of his dick pressed against Opal's lips.

Eyes wide, she watched her husband's hips drop while strands of precum hung from her pouty lips. It was brief, but in that one kiss alone, she got an amazing taste of her husband's burly cock. And... it was different from usual. It was... better than usual.

Opening her mouth and looking down, Opal brought her lips forward... and then pushed her open maw around his dick. Eyes closing, she groaned around his length as it pushed into her jaw. So big! It forced open her jaw, and drew grunts from her! But the matron mouse never stopped, couldn't stop! She kept pushing and pushing and pushing!

Staring up, Opal looked at her husband in a demure manner as she sucked upon as much of his cock as she could possibly reach. Her hands did not remain idle however, squeezing over her breasts to press them around Jerald's cock. Working herself upon him, she sent throbs and jolts through his dick, which traveled from the shaft up to the tip. In return, he reached out for his wife and placed his hand upon her head.

Jerald's fingers grooved through her blonde locks, while Opal's tongue swirled around his cock's helm. This was usually enough to make him weak in the knees! She knew her husband's weaknesses, specifically this little spot under the glands of his cock! But when she licked it, that only excited Jerald more! So much so that he gripped her head--

“MMMPH!?”

And began thrusting with his hips.

PLAPLPALPLAPLAPLPLAP!!!

Every impacts of his hips sent powerful quakes through Opal's tits, while his cock pushed deeper into her mouth... and then into her throat! It clinched around his rod, squeezing it tight and almost holding it hostage! But Jerald was stronger than that, and easily pulled his dick out of her throat... only to fuck it right back in!

Eyes wide, the matron mouse could do nothing but take it! Even her tongue couldn't keep up with the mighty rod which shot into her mouth! Every thrust of his dick, every smack of his hips, every thing her husband could give her! And with all that power infused within his body, he certainly had a lot to give!

And what he was about to give her... was coming out... right... NOW!

“GUH!”

Jerald pulled Opal from his cock, drool and precum splattering from her lips as she fell back to gaze upon his dick. The throbbing, the pulsating, the twitches, it all ruminated through his dick, traveling, traveling, traveling, all the way up until--

SPLRRRTTT! SPLRRT! SPLRRRT! SPRRR!

Again and again and again, Jerald launched ropy blast of cum after ropy blast of cum, all over Opal's face. It wasn't just the power, nor the speed, but the shear volume of seed which made the matron mouse flinch. Lines of seed was painted over her face and features, making sure none of it would go by unstained. Her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her forehead, even her hair and tits; all of it was showered in white cum which seeped its way into her her fur.

And Opal basked in it.

Eyes closed and lips pursed, she let her husband coat her in cum, while it drizzled upon her lips and tongue. Oh... that taste! That strong, powerful, manly taste! It was like a drug whose affects were instant, as all Opal could think about was her husband's burly seed!

But then it stopped; it all stopped. Panting for air, Opal opened her eyes and looked forward... where she saw Jerald's cock was still hard! Even after a climax of that size, he remained as rigid as steel, and twice as daunting! All the mouse could do was babble in confusion, while her husband reached down.

“Nuh-uh-uh...” he said with a wagging finger before grabbing and lifting her up, “We're not done yet, you naughty witch you!”

“W-w-w-wait... J-J-Jeeerrrryy~” Opal moaned, her hands falling on his shoulders as she was seated in his lap, “Aren't... aren't you a l-l-little tired?”

“Heh...? Me? No... are you?” he replied as he started grinding his cock up against her folds.

“M-m-me? N-n-no... it's just that... that... that... you've been acting so--” THRUST! “WEEEIIIIRRRRD! AAAAAH-HAAAAH~~~!”

With one mighty thrust of his powerful hips, Jerald shot his cock deep into Opal's folds, penetrating her pussy without even a hint of resistance. Didn't matter anyway. Even if the motherly mouse tried to stop his cock, she'd only be capable of slowing him down.

He was so big! So long! So thick! With one push, Jerald's dick reached deep enough to kiss Opal's womb! All of her buttons were prodded all at once, causing her back to arch and an orgasmic cry to leave her lips. She even lost control over her limbs, causing her to fall over upon Jerald to brace herself against him.

Nothing left Opal's lips but warbling nonsense and pleasurable moans. Jerald himself said nothing, aside from giving a few chuckles. His hands meanwhile traveled down to his wife's hips and ass, where he squeezed into her plump, pliable flesh. Smirking, he groped the matron mouse's butt, feeling her flesh spill between his fingers, and coaxing more moans from those cute lips of hers... before gripping hard and pulling back his hips. No hesitation, no warning, just--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAUUUGHH~~~!?”

Opal's eyes grew wide, and all she could see were stars!

In and out, in and out, in and out, her pussy was slammed into by her husband's burly length! So much power roared through his hips and being, that his every thrust bounced her up! And when she fell back down, he'd only bounce her up again! And again! And again!

Gripping hard on his shoulders, Opal kept her head turned up to the skies overhead, while her tits bounced with so much fury that they smacked against Jerald's chin! He didn't mind! In fact, he raised his wife higher, allowing him to press his face against her plump tits! Groaning against them, he gleefully motorboated her tits, while fucking her so thoroughly!

Pleasure! All Opal could feel was pleasure! The whole world ceased mattering outside of this little corner of the hedge maze! Slam after slam of her husband's dick into her pussy, further beat aside whatever thoughts were going through her head. She couldn't even stop her impending climax, as it came rushing towards her, faster and faster and faster until--

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!”

SQUURRRRTT!!!

All over Jerald's dick and lap, Opal unleashed her feminine jizz, coating him in her nectar. It felt good... no... it felt better than just 'good'. This was euphoric. An amazing explosion of pleasure; a climax that shook the very earth, and Opal to her core!

But...

PAT!

“AAH~!?”

Jerald...

PAT!

“EEEK~! J-JEEERRRYY~!”

Wasn't done yet!

PATPATPAT!!!

“AAAUUGHH~!”

Just a few thrusts; that's all he needed. Hell, he probably could have climaxed on command with how fucking hard he was! But he tortured his wife, juuuuuuuuust a little bit more. Grinding that dick inside of her, letting her know what was coming as she felt every throb, every pulse. And then – at the moment where it grew too great – he whispered...

“Here...”

And...

SPURRRRT!

“Nnmph~!?”

Why did it have to be so loud?

All throughout Opal's cunt, she felt the flooding of her husband's seed. It didn't just coat her walls, it outright flooded them! Was this the same man who just painted her face white with seed? How was it possibly that he was doing it again with her pussy? And why did it leave her feel so drained?

Opal melted atop her husband's body, falling upon him as her body grew loose and limber. She couldn't move even if she wanted too, all as this pleasant numbness began circulating through her body. She wasn't just content with this mind-blowing sex, she was outright exhausted by it. But it was a good exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that quickly lulls you into a deep, deep...

“Zzzzzzzzzz...”

Eyes close and mouth agape, Opal slept on her husband's body. A sliver of drool even hung from her lips, slathering down his back and shoulder. Sitting there beneath her, Jerald chuckled as he kneaded her body.

“Mmm... you tasted good, Opal,” he whispered into her slumbering ear, “Really good. Mmmm... you sleep... you've earned it. At least... until the main course. Now then...” he looked away, his green eyes glowing, “I wonder how good Amber tastes!”

…

“Mom! Mooooom! Mom! Where'd you go!? Ugh! If this is some stupid joke, it's not funny!”

One moment! That's all it took! Just one moment! One moment where Amber pulled out her phone and checked it! And in that time alone... fwip! Gone! Her mother vanished into thin air! How did she even do that? They were taking the secret path to the heart of the hedge maze, the one where they're required to go through the brick pillars and under the golden arches. And yet somehow, her mother disappeared!

Typical... fucking... typical...

Opal was the kind of woman who could get lost in a super market if you gave her the chance. Sure, her mother was dedicated to her job, and when she put her mind to something, she got it done. If only her sense of direction was as refined.

Then again... Amber wasn't faring much better.

After she lost sight and sound of her mother, she wandered deeper into the hedge maze. The fog machines were working double time, obscuring her sense of direction, and making it hard for her to get her bearings. She'd head down one way, only to hit a dead-end. Then she'd double-back, heading into the opposite direction, where she'd meet yet another dead-end.

Yes, Amber lives here, but that doesn't mean she knows the local hedge maze like the back of her hand! It was just some local curiosity; nothing more!

“Ugh... this is too much,” muttered the younger mouse as she leered into the distance, “Hey! Mom! If you're out there, I'm just gonna head towards the center of the maze! I'll meet you there!”

She said it with a sense of strength and power, but in reality, Amber wasn't sure if she could manage it. The maze's landmarks weren't where they should be... as in, they weren't there at all. Without them to help guide her towards the middle, she wasn't sure where in the maze she was!

Down this way, around that corner, to the right, straight forward, to the left, straight forward, hit a... dead-end. A dead-fucking-end! Ugh! She was nowhere closer to finding the center now than she was when she started!

At the very least, this dead-end wasn't just grass and a bench. This one had a wooden gazebo in it, with guardrails and a bench in the center. Walking into the gazebo, Amber sat down at the bench with an annoyed look in her eye, and a groan from her lips. She'd sit here for a few seconds, catch her breath, and then return to her search.

But even here, the fog was thick. It permeated the air, covering everything in this gray and red mist. Shivering in place, the morose mouse put on a brave face, trying to hide the fact that this frightened her. Not a lot, mind you... but enough.

“Maybe I should just climb over the hedges...?” Amber muttered to herself, “That'll get me there fast.”

“No, no... don't do that!”

“AAAH!?”

Up and away! Like a grasshopper, Amber launched herself from the bench, and towards the banister of the gazebo. Gripping it, she quickly turned around, facing in the direction of the voice where her eyes fell upon--

“DAAAAAD!?”

Out of nowhere, Jerald was right behind her! He stood in the center of the gazebo, wearing his red cloak and black bodysuit, his green eyes aglow, and this knavish smirk on his lips. Panting for breath, it took Amber a few seconds to realize she was face to face with her father, and when she did--

“Dad! What the hel--! Mmph!?”

Covering her lips and blushing, she cut her expletive short, fearing the punishment she'd receive if she cursed in front of her parent. But Jerald didn't get angry or even annoyed, he--

“Bwaaah hah haah!”

Laughing at Amber, he caused his daughter to stammer in place, her cheeks turning red as embarrassment funneled through her. If there's one thing she hated, it's being the butt of a joke!

“Okay, I get it, Dad! You got me!” the morose mouse growled as she leered at him, “You can stop laughing now!”

“Apologies, darling, honestly,” he said as he approached his daughter, who looked away with cheeks still red, “I didn't mean to scare you... but it was worth it in the end if I got to see this cute face of yours.”

“Tch... stop being so snarky,” she remarked whilst crossing her arms, “You're supposed to be scaring other people anyway, not me!”

“If it makes you feel better... I scared your mother too,” he replied, his hand coming over to clutch her cheek and chin, “And she was... let's say... very reciprocal to having her heart rate spike a little bit.”

“Well... th-that's Mom... not me,” Amber replied with a pout of her lips, “You know her; she enjoys Halloween more than anyone else does, so of course she'd get her rocks off from being frightened.”

“Get her... rocks off...?” Jerald repeated, causing her eyes to grow wide and cheeks to turn redder.

Seriously, why did she say that? Why did she imply that her mother would have gotten aroused by being scared? And in front of her Dad of all people!? That's just fucking weird!

Palming her face, Amber groaned into her hand, while her cheeks turned so red it threatened to overwhelm her body. She felt silly and stupid, not made any better by her father's teasing smirk. Her father's teasing... attractive smirk.

Looking up as her blush grew more bashful, Amber read the suave smile her father wore. How... bizarre. Her father's a big goofball. Yes, he can be stern at times, but that's normally when she had majorly fucked up. But this man before her now felt different. With his silver-white hair and green eyes, he exuded this otherworldly aura.

Amber would be lying if she said her father wasn't attractive... which is really fucking weird. Who thinks of their parent as being attractive? And, no, not attractive like how'd just praise a family member out of kindness, but genuinely attractive? Sexually attractive? Somehow, her father poked and prodded all her buttons. The sight of him, the touch of his hand against her cheek, even his smell. Yes, his smell had this draw on her, this pull.

Blushing furiously, Amber couldn't quite explain what was befalling her. It was like this heat was sent traveling through her core, something she's only reached when in the heights of passion with her boyfriend... and even then, it was never as strong as this. And, what, it was caused by her father? And he was just standing there?

“Al-alright Dad... c-cut it out...” Amber muttered as she nudged against his hand in some vain attempt to stop... whatever this was from happening.

“Cut, what, out?” he replied in a snarky manner, moving in and pressing his chest up to hers.

“Cut this... out... ah?”

Under his guidance, Amber was forced to look her father in the face, reading that cunning... cocky... arrogant... sensual... erotic... enthralling smile.

This was wrong! This was really, really, really wrong! Her mind was screaming this at her! That's all she could think about!

And yet...

When his face drifted forward... she moved to meet him. Her eyes closed, and – before she knew it...

“Mmmff...”

“Nmm...”

They were kissing. She was kissing her father! And this wasn't like the kiss they shared earlier when he first returned. This kiss definitely wasn't the kiss a child is supposed to share wit their parent. Her eyes closed, Amber felt her mouth being moved open by her father's lewd lips and talented tongue, which slithered inside to dance with her own.

“Nmmmph~”

Ah... such a passionate moan. She's never made a noise like this before, even with her boyfriend. The more her father's tongue clicked against her own, the more the world around them began fading away. Heat traveled through Amber's body as she pressed closer to Jerald, her perky and firm breasts flattened against his broad chest.

Placing her hands upon her father's shoulders, the younger mouse deepened the kiss herself, lapping at his tongue with her more eager one. Curious girl; she was far quicker to pick things up than her mother was. Either that, or Amber had no qualms getting a little naughty in a place like this. At least for a moment...

“Mmfuaah~! W-wait...” the morose mouse muttered as she pulled back, her wide eyes darting around, “Wh-wh-what the fuck are we doing, Dad? I... what!? Why did I--!? Why did we!?”

“Is something the matter?” he asked, his tone somewhat teasing.

“YES! YES SOMETHING IS THE FUCKING MATTER!!!” Amber shouted back, “YOU'RE MY FUCKING FATHER!!!”

“Exactly,” he answered, stunning her as he moved in closer, his large body looming over hers, “I'm your father, aren't I? And this? This is so very wrong, so very taboo. But...” raising his hand, he placed it upon her cheek again, causing her to stiffen up, “You like it... heh... you love it...”

“Nnh~!?”

Without Amber noticing, Jerald's other hand had dropped to her hip... and suddenly clinched in. Compared to her mother, his daughter had a taller, more slender figure. While not as wide, these hips were certainly shapely, especially with that peach-shaped ass of hers.

Without hesitation, Jerald slipped his hand beneath his daughter's skirt and reached around, where he began groping and kneading at her butt. Pushing down her skirt, Amber attempted to defy him... only to fail miserably. She never grabbed his hand, never pushed him away. As her father toyed with her butt, squeezing it, and rolling it around and around in circles, she started pushing her ass back against his palm.

Fuck... this felt too good! He was touching her better than her boyfriend! Why was he touching her better than her boyfriend!? This wasn't some random guy! This was her father! And he felt so good!

Jerald knew her body, drawing panting moans from her lips as he toyed with her. His hand on her cheek then slid away, coming down to the leather top on her chest. A grin on his lips, the gripped his daughter's tit through her top, making her stiffen up... and moan aloud--

“Aaaauughh~ Daaaaddd~”

“Please, Amber... call me Daddy. Heh heh heh.”

She bit into her bottom lip and looked, still trying to mount some defiance against her father... but failing spectacularly in doing so. When her hands grabbed his wrists, it was not to stop him, but just to hold him. Her body wasn't just getting hotter, it was getting more sensitive as well. Even through her leather clothes, Amber could feel the strong hands of her father... groping her... kneading her... pleasing her.

“Fuck~! Oooooh~ fuck! Nnnghh~! This is so wroooong! Sooo fucking wrroooonng!”

“Mmm... but it feels so good, doesn't it?” Jerald replied.

“Nm-hm!”

Despite everything in her mind reinforcing how gross this was, Amber could not deny that she was as hot as a furnace right now! It burned within her, making her desire more. So you now what? Fuck it.

Placing her hands on Jerald's shoulders, she gently pushed his cloak off his shoulders, with him not even trying to stop her. Why would he? No, he just grinned and looked at Amber's face, watching as she disrobed him, exposing his upper torso.

“Holy shit, Dad... I-I mean... Daddy...” the morose mouse murmured as she placed her hands on his broad chest, “Your chest it's so... big.”

“That's not the only 'big' thing I have,” he replied, making her flinch.

Blushing deeply, Amber's eyes scrambled around briefly. She wanted to say something, but damn, this situation was crazy enough without her having to say a word! So instead, the morose mouse stroked her hands upon the straps of her father's outfit, where--

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

“Ah?”

Clank!

Fwip!

“Oh... holy... fuck...”

Her father was... hung! No, wait, he wasn't just hung, he was enormous!

Look, Amber's no pure and virtuous maiden! She has a boyfriend, and he's a rather burly wolf at that. What can she say; she likes her men big and tall and strong! But this? This? This was way bigger than what she was expecting! This was... long... and thick... and burly... and it twitched... and... sniff sniff... it had this musky odor to it.

He had sex recently; she could smell it on him.

“Daddy...?” she whimpered as he leaned in, his lips next to her ears, while her eyes remained locked on his throbbing member, “Did... did you and Mom... did you... fuck?”

“Heh heh heh... is that a problem?” he replied, his booming voice echoing into her ears, “I bet if you sucked it... you'd taste her on my cock.

“Holy... fuck!”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, drool began hanging from Amber's lips as she lost control over her desires. Jerald was right; if she sucked his cock, she'd taste not only him, but her mother on it as well. Why, oh why, did that make her so damn wet!? Even with her shorts on, her odor permeated the air and her nectar slithered down her thighs. This only got worse when she dropped her hand, and wrapped her fingers around her father's girthy member.

Fuck it was so big and stiff! Squeezing it was like squeezing a metal rod! A fleshy metal rod, but a metal rod nonetheless!

Nibbling softly on her bottom lip, Amber jerked her father's length; back and forth. She felt his taut skin roll slightly with her palm as she squeezed it as tightly as she possibly could. Her palm ran from the shaft to the glands of his dick, feeling his veins press back. Each stroke of her hand caused him to produce more precum, which drizzled and oozed on her fingers... and then on her thighs.

Humping against his daughter, Jerald smeared his precum upon her thighs, while also rubbing his rod against her pussy. Even through her shorts, she could feel the massive rod that is his dick, as if it was taunting her... teasing her... goading her with more. And dammit, Amber just couldn't take it anymore!

Dropping to her knees before her father, the morose mouse reached up and palmed his length. Back and forth she stroked it, her blue eyes were locked on the head of his dick. That slit was so bright as precum oozed from within, staining her hands. And the smell... that powerful, raunchy smell of a recent coupling. It all danced in her nose, and soon, it would dance on her tongue.

“Mmmff! Slhhlk!”

Eyes closed and mouth agape, Amber sank down on her father's burly cock. Fuck, it was big! Too big she'd say! It pushed down on her jaw, forcing more and more of her mouth apart, all as she pushed it in down. But once it sat down on her tongue, there was a burst, no, an explosion of sordid flavor! Jerald was so hot and sweaty, so musky and manly! But there was another taste here... a feminine taste! A dainty taste! The taste of Opal, her mother!

“Mmmph!”

Amber couldn't believe it! She was sucking her father's dick! And not too long after he fucked her mom no less! He could taste both of them on his length, like some taboo, delicious drink! All that sweat and cum, mixing together on his dick, and now using with her drool, creating this concoction that she so hungrily drank up!

“Slrrrrrp! Mmmph! Slrrrrrrk!”

Amber... knew how to suck dick.

Back and forth she bobbed her head on Jerald's dick, pushing herself down deeper with her every push. Her tongue wrapped and lapped upon it, while her hand reached out to cup his heavy balls. Her other hand however slipped under her skirt and into her shorts, where she started toying with her own pussy.

“Nmmmph~~!”

Amber's slender fingers stroked her honeypot, producing more nectar as she stimulated herself. This caused more of her moans to travel from her lips, which reverberated through Jerald's body. Groaning himself, he looked down upon the head of his daughter, watching as it pushed back and forth on his burly length. But, uh... this hat? Hmm...

He grabbed it, then tossed it aside. That's much better!

Smirking, he gazed upon Amber's face as she sucked him. Her eyes were closed, drool was slipping from her lips, and her cheeks were as red as a tomato. But the lust? Oh, the lust was palpable, if not outright binding!

The morose mouse sucked him down, harder and harder, her eyes even screwing shut as some tears bubbled from their creases! But no matter how intense the pressure became, she never stopped, never slowed, and forced his dick down into her throat. And that tightness of her esophagus, clinching around his dick, swallowing and choking on him... oh! It was enough to--

“YEAH! TAKE IT YOU BITCH! GUH!”

“GLKKK!!! EEEEEHHHNNN!?!?”

Cum! Hot, thick, heavy, cum! It flooded into her mouth and throat like his cock was a damn hose! Endless and strong, coating her completely in semen! Any more of this, and she'd possibly drown in it!

What a way to go...

But Jerald pulled back, his cock 'PLOPPING!' out of Amber's mouth. She didn't even have enough time to cough before having her face and features lathered by her father's heady scent. Its heat was near scalding, its smell was overwhelming, but its taste is what stuck with her the most. Her eyes closed as she basked in her father's climax, swishing and swirling his cum with her tongue, tasting it, savoring it, before swallowing as much down as she possibly could.

There was... so much fucking cum...

After several moments in which Amber caught her breath, she opened her eyes and stared forward... only to gasp in shear awe.

Her father's cock was still hard!

How is that even possible!? He's a human, right? Biology dictates that he should go down! What's it called again? A refraction period? Unless, what, her dad doesn't have one!? That doesn't sound likely!

“D-Daddy...?” Amber whimpered in a meek manner, “Are... are you okay?”

“Oh... I've never felt better!” Jerald replied, this sneering grin appearing on his lips, “Now come here, you!”

Grabbing her by her arm, he pulled her to her feet, with the morose mouse falling back on the banister behind her for support. Staring forward, she watched as her hungry father placed his hands on her perky breasts, groping them through her leather top. His hands were so big, that her tits could so perfectly fill the palm of his hands. Abusing this fact, he gleefully groped and kneaded her bosom, drawing panting moans from her warbling lips.

“Daaaddddyyyy~!” she groaned, her hands gripping hard into the banister behind her.

Drawing his hands to the middle of her top, Jerald quickly unbuttoned it, causing the garment to fall away, and expose her lovely breasts to the gazebo around them. They were so different from her mothers. Whereas Opal's breasts were large and soft, Amber's were still pert and firm thanks to her youth. Was one better than the other?

Not in Jerald's eyes!

Chuckling, he kneaded Amber's tits, making her buck and twitch. Each reaction garnered more chortles from him, though he said not a word. Focusing his gaze on the hard, pink nipples that stood tall from her soft white fur, Jerald felt his mouth grow wet with desire. So he moved in...

“Nmph! Hmmm! Sllk!”

“Aaauh~!? D-Daddy~!”

Latching his lips upon Amber's perky tits, Jerald began suckling down upon her bosom, and indulging in the taste of her body. Sucking and slurping and lapping at her nipple and bosom, lathering her in his oozing drool, all while her back arched, her head tipped back, and a crooning cry of ecstasy left her gaping maw.

Fuck, her father's hands and mouth were so good! Far better than her boyfriend's! Jerald didn't just grope her like a horny boy! No, he touched her like he knew her body. Squeezing, rubbing, rolling her tits around and around, even coming back to flick and pinch her nipples. Each strike was pinpoint, each grope was precise, each suck was loud, and each lick was lashing, and it was all making her melt!

“Daaaaddddyy~~! Oh fuck~!”

She couldn't take it anymore! Her knees were buckling, and this heat was threatening to completely overtake her body! Seeing this, Jerald's eyes suddenly shined; now was the time to strike!

Placing his hands on Amber's shoulders, he turned his daughter around, who placed her hands upon the gazebo's guardrails. She looked over at him, giving her father a demure look, while her pink tail raised up high to offer him an unabashed view of her butt. Sensually, she swayed her hips left and right, flaunting her peach-shaped ass for his viewing pleasure.

And Jerald?

SMACK! SMACK!

“AAAUGH~! DAADDDYYY~!!!”

Both hands slapped down upon Amber's pert ass, groping her momentarily, before slipping under the waistband of her shorts. And then he gripped them... and then he slooooooowwwwllly puuuulllllleeeed the leather garment down her slender legs. The morose mouse even wiggled her hips, helping him just a little bit more... until those shorts came to her feet.

There, exposed to him, was Amber's cute little cunt. Slick and pink, it peaked at him from between white fur, beckoning him closer. And Jerald came closer... and closer... and closer... and closer! The morose mouse could feel her body shake as the tension nearly broke her! Here it comes, here it comes here it--

Flick!

“Nnghh~! Daddy~!?”

His fingers...

Flicked her clit.

A jolt traveled through Amber, while her father chuckled into her ears. He wasn't going to fuck her quite yet. Noooooo, he wanted her to stew in it, to fear that moment where his thick length finally came to play. She sucked it, but there's a difference between sucking a cock, and fucking one.

So instead his fingers toyed with her. Back and forth, his burly digits swatted at her cunt, flicking her juices about with very little care for anything around them. It got on his hand, her thighs, the ground, some even reached the banister in front of them! All the while, Amber grunted and groaned, her body twitching one way and the other as she struggled to keep herself steady.

“Fuck~! Ah! Daddy~!” she cried, garnering even more chuckles from her toying father.

His fingers were so damn big! And like with her breasts before, he knew exactly how to touch her! Those girthy digits of his spread apart her folds, flaunting the deep recesses of her pink tunnel to the hedge maze around them. Her musky odor too filled the air, smelling like the sweetest of erotic fragrances, further goading Jerald to finally...

Push!

“HRRRRGNNNGHH~~!?!?!?”

His fingers inside!

Big and strong, they easily beat down the defenses of Amber's cunt, giving her a taste of what his cock would do later on. But even then, this was enough to make the morose mouse's back arch into a hard 'C', as her firm tits clapped against one another. So fucking big! His fingers stretched out her tunnel, toying with her, playing with her, thrusting in, then sliding out; again and again and again!

Shlk! Shlk! Shlk! Shlk! Shluk!

The lewd sound of his lecherous fingers, filled the gazebo around them, bouncing off its walls, and then coming back into Amber's ears. Holy fuck, that sound was her? She was making these dirty, lewd noises with her pussy!? Never has she been so fucking wet before!

“Deeper Daddy~! Deeper!” she cried, desperate to feel him set her off!

But he didn't. Jerald chuckled. He knew what Amber wanted. He knew she wanted him to toy with her g-spot... but he didn't.

He pulled away...

“GAH~!?”

Legs shaking, the morose mouse nearly toppled over the banister in front of her. Fortunately, her grasp was strong enough to keep her upright. Confused, she looked over her shoulder towards her father, babbling a series of 'Whats' and 'Whys'. She was so fucking close to cumming! If he just shoved his fingers in, she would have climaxed on the spot!

But Jerald wasn't done with his daughter yet. Seeing her quivering form practical beg for his dick, he finally decided it was time to bless her with it. So he grabbed his cock by the base, and slowly brought it closer. Up until--

“Gggggghhh~~~!”

Grunting, Amber shuddered as he ground the head of his burly cock against her moist mound. Holy fuck, that big thing was about to slide inside of her! Shit, shit, shit! Maybe she should try and stop this now? Like, if he fucks her, there's no going back! She should just--

THWAP!

“AAAAAAHHHHHNN!!!”

Too late!

With one thrust, Jerald's big dick beat down the walls of her pussy, spearing deep inside of her cunt, and claiming her as his own! Amber's back arched and her eyes grew wide, seeing nothing but stars and hearts, while her cunt clinched hard around his dick!

“HNNGGGGHH~~~!”

And then her face twisted! Teeth clinched in on teeth, eyes grew crossed, and down below--

SQUUUIRRRRRRTTT!!!

Just one penetration! Just one! All it took was just one thrust, and Amber came on the spot. Her pussy was tighter than a clamp, pressing down on his dick and milking it off, while she showered his pelvis with her clear nectar. And yet she was still shuddering, still struggling to keep her mind straight as Jerald's dick sat inside of her.

If he so much as moved, she'd cum again, even she knew it! She could only hope her father let her catch her breath, at least for a little bit, at least until she got her mind straight. At least until--

Nope...

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“AH~! AAA~! HAAH! AAAH! FUCK FUCK FUCK! AAAAH~!”

Hands on Amber's hips, Jerald drove his dick into her tight cunt, ramming into her with so much strength, that it pushed her body up! His hips were strong as steel and twice as powerful, pounding and smacking against her shapely ass with enough strength to send quakes through her! Impact after impact after impact, all of it slammed into her tight pussy, carving it out into the shape of his dick!

She was a lot stricter than her mother. Opal was softer and far more malleable, while Amber gripped and clung upon his dick, rigidly holding upon her. It was like her breasts: so firm and filled with youth! Again, not to say one is better than the other, especially when he got to drink in image of the morose mouse's sprightly figure.

Such a sleek, slim little body! The way it writhed and twitched from his every thrust, was not lost on Jerald. Her back so slender, her butt so peachy; all of it rippling from impact after impact! Her honey oozed down his dick, while his thrusts only forced her to produce more and more. All the while, Amber gripped the handrail in front of her, her head held low while her mouth gape.

Fuck, this was... too fucking much...! Whorish moans and roaring groans left her lips as pleasure and tension overrode her senses. She could barely keep herself up. If it hadn't been for the gazebo's banister, Amber had no doubts that her father would be fucking her on the floor! She clung to it as best she could however, enduring his every thrust, his every penetration. And each one...

“EEEEEEKK~~~!”

Seemed to trigger an orgasm or two.

Deep within her snatch, she could feel her father's cock begin to quake and ripple. All of this fucking was finally reaching his zenith, and she could tell. Not only was his dick tightening, but he was chuckling, chortling in a deep, demented manner. Gripping and hiking her ass up more, he gave Amber no room to move or escape, all as he pounded away at her tight cunt.

Deeper... deeper... DEEEPEEERR! And once that dick reached as deep as it could possibly go...

“Heh hheh...”

“OOOOOOHH-HOOOOOH~~~!?”

Cumming! Her fucking father was cumming inside of her!

Eyes rolling back, Amber locked up as she felt Jerald's intense climax fill her cunt. Like her mouth and throat before, her pussy was covered from inch to inch in jizz. Hot... virile... breeding... jizz. Its heat burned her up from the inside out, causing her legs to buckle, and this weak--

“Ah~!?”

To leave her lips.

Despite trying not to, she just couldn't keep herself upright anymore. The guardrail was no longer good enough; she had lost all the strength in her body. Amber collapsed upon her knees, panting slightly to catch her breath... before falling over completely.

Thud...

Silence filled the air as Jerald's cum sputtered from her used snatch. She was blissfully unconscious – like she'd been laid to sleep – as this pleasant numbness befell her. This wisp, this aura – like a transparent, blue flame – began wavering off of her body. To the mortal eye, they'd see nothing. To Jerald, ahh... that aura flowed right into his body, imbuing him with...

Something...

“Aaah... that's good... that's really good,” he whispered, a sinister grin adorning his lips, “Heh heh... you and your mother are going to be a feast for the ages. It's been so long since I've had something so... delicious in a while. It's been even longer since I had the chance to corrupt a couple of... heh... naughty 'witches' like you. But tonight...?” he shook his head, “This night is far from over.”

Reaching down, he grabbed Amber and lifted her up, where he laid her upon his shoulder. He was going to let the young mouse sleep off this moment off. After all, she'll need all the energy she can get before she wakes up again. He needed her to be energized; it would make her eventual devouring all the sweater.

He could already feel his body thumping with energy. By the time he was through with Opal and Amber, he would have returned to his former greatness. Ah... mortals were always the best little treats!

“Heh heh heh...”

…

“Slrrrp! Mmmph! Slluck! Mmmnn~! Slllk! Mmmmph!”

“H... huh?”

“Slrrrp! Mnnnghh~! Slrrp! Mmmmph! Mmm! Sslsllk! Mmmnn~!”

“Wh... what the...?”

Those sounds... those lewd, lurid sounds... they were the sounds of... a woman sucking dick.

Blue eyes opened up, following a desperate gasp for breath. Confused and disorientated, Amber slowly rose up from the ground and stared around to read her surroundings. She was... in the center of the hedge maze? Yes, this was it! There was the benches over there, the outdoor tables, and the gateway that led into the area. When had she gotten here? How had she gotten here?

Closing her eyes, she struggled to parse together what happened. She got separated from her mother, then lost in the hedge maze... and then her father scared her. But everything after that was a blur. She couldn't remember much save for... pleasure... ecstasy... euphoria... nmmph...

Placing her hand on her head, Amber audibly groaned s this confused thumping split through her skull. There was something else to this all, something she couldn't remember too well. The person who gave her that pleasure, was someone very important to her... but she couldn't remember why.

And that noise... that erotic noise...

“Slrrp! Slrrk! Sluuck! Mmmph! Mmm!”

Amber turned, looking into the direction where the suckling was coming from. Her gaze befell the central gazebo of he hedge maze... as well as her mother... and her father. And her mother was currently sucking his dick for all it was worth.

He sat down on the small staircase that led to the gazebo, his green eyes glowing as this domineering grin of shear lust adorned his lips. His body was stark naked, and there was this unmistakable red tint to his flesh. Not overly crimson, but certainly different from the tanned skin he usually had. His legs were also spread apart, making space for the voluptuous mouse between his legs.

Head bobbing up and down, Opal sucked on the burly cock of her husband with eyes lidded and filled with lust. The moans and slurps weren't just hungry, they were outright desperate! She needed this cock, and it showed in how she sucked it, slurped it, swallowed down all the drool and precum and sweat and everything! It didn't matter if his dick was so big that it hurt her jaw; she just needed to keep swallowing it all down!

Her tongue wasn't slack either, as it swirled and swiveled around his dick as best she could in this lust-drunk state. And 'drunk' was the best descriptor for it. Any and all precision Opal had, was thrown out the window. She just licked it, sucked it, slobbered on it, worshiped this cock for all its worth.

Reaching down, Jerald placed his big hand on his wife's head, forcing her down deeper onto his dick. It didn't just push through her mouth, it sank into her throat outright, drawing muffled groans from her drooling lips. Her throat tightened around his dick, swallowing him, milking him off for his seed! But then Jerald pulled his length back out, taunting his wife, teasing her, right until his dick flopped out of her drooling mouth.

She panted for air, her eyes still dazed in this whorish visage that showed one thing: lust. No thoughts went through Opal's mind, for it had long since been banished to some other realm. All she thought about – all she cared about – was the glorious dick currently throbbing before her face. This meaty spire of power, one whose odor excited her... entranced her...

Hypnotized, Opal ambled forward, climbing upon Jerald's body with her hands resting on his chest. Kneading him gently, she whispered what sounded like random nonsense, but upon closer inspection revealed her as saying words like 'Sex' and 'Cock' and 'More', all in this broken tone that went on and on and on.

Gazing up, Amber watched her mother lay atop Jerald's body, her breasts pressed to his chest, while his cock got sandwiched between the valley of her plump ass. Opal's movements were so slutty. She wiggled her hips, further stimulating the cock that seemed incapable of going down. Then she reached between them, grasping his dick by the shaft, and angling it up with her vaginal tunnel. Just one push, that's all it took, and--

“NNNGGHHH~~~! FUUUDGE! AAAH~!”

It pushed inside of her pussy, widening out her walls with his thick girth. Her teeth clinched, drool slithered from Opal's mouth as her eyes again rolled back. As it was before, it was now; all of her buttons were pressed and prodded all at once. It was so overwhelming, that the matron mouse took her time sitting down on his cock, sinking slowly until her plump butt was seated in his lap.

Then she sat there.

Then she moved.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

From where she laid, Amber got a full view of her mother's backside as she fucked herself on Jerald's dick. Riding up and down, her ass quaked from every impact, and that sound bounced throughout the hedge maze around them. To see that big dick of his was currently going in and out of her, caused the morose mouse's legs to twitch, as her own pussy ached with need. And the odor that traveled through the air around them was just as overwhelming. Drugging her nose, plugging it...

And making her crawl forward.

Amber's body was weak, but the sensual air somehow pushed her forward. Coming to the stairs of the gazebo, she looked over towards her mother and read her face. Her eyes were lidded, her mouth was agape, her tongue hung out, and these wild, lurid, whorish moans filled the air. Then Amber's eyes trailed over, looking instead upon her father. His green eyes were glowing, his reddish body was adorned sweat which emphasizes his powerful physique, and he had this domineering, possessive grin on his lips.

Such a beautiful and voluptuous body. All 'caked up' as the kids would say! Her breasts so big and plump, shapely too, and with these big, puffy, pink nipples. Opal's curvy shoulders and wide hips, along with her surprisingly slim midsection, gifted her this hourglass figure that was rich in all the right ways.

Jerald wasn't the only one marveling at the matron mouse's body.

Her eyes wide, Amber looked up at Opal in a stunned manner. Was her mother always this erotic? She always saw her as being boring with her blouses and sundresses, but right now she was anything but! She was this slutty beauty, one with sweat caked into her luscious white fur, that made her glisten in the umber light of the hedge maze around them. From her big tits to her fat ass, she was irresistible!

Mmm... that fat ass indeed.

Reaching down, Jerald grabbed Opal's ass with a loud 'SMACK!' which was strong enough to make even Amber flinch! The matron mouse moaned and her back arched, while the fat of her ass spilled through the splits of his fingers. He had such a strong, possessive grip, and he used it to control he body. Maybe Opal was moving too slow for his liking. Maybe he wanted to put on a show for Amber. Maybe he just wanted to fuck her really, really hard. Regardless...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAAAAUUUUGGGHH!!!”

Jerald's dick was like a piston, slamming and thrusting and pounding away into his wife's cunt. Each blow bounced her body up, making all of that delicious flesh and fur quake, while her mind continued to short-circuit. Thoughts? What even is that? Why even think about something like that, when all she could feel was pleasure.

Overwhelming, overpowering, pleasure!

SQURRRRTTT!!!

“AAUH~! HAAAH~!”

Like with Amber before, Jerald's dick was great enough to trigger Opal's climax on penetration, and he did so again and again and again. Any and all thoughts the matron mouse may have had, were quite literally fucked out of her in this very moment! He gave her no quarter, no time to relax, no chance to calm down. He fucked her... and he fucked her... and he fucked her more, until--

THWAP!

SPLURTT!

“AAAAUUHH~~!”

Recoiling and pulling back, Amber watched as Jerald's dick expanded within Opal's snatch, before audibly climaxing within her pussy. That word: audibly. Yes, the morose mouse's ears quivered as she heard her father launch his dick into her mother's pussy and womb, completely splattering it white with his powerful seed.

Opal too shuddered, as her roaring cry melted into a whimpering moan. The slutty visage of orgasmic bliss that adorned her face, remained there for several seconds... before her body grew loose and she fell over. Laying in Jerald's chest, the matron mouse gasped for breath, struggling to recoil from her thorough fucking. But then he looked over, a grin on his lips as his green eyes met Amber's blue ones.

“You're next,” he said in a taunting manner, making his daughter flinch.

“M-me...?” she muttered whilst pointing at herself, “But I... I...”

Looking down at herself, Amber stared at her cunt as it oozed so much honey. Even if she wanted to deny it, her body could not; this situation was fucking hot. Made even worse by the fact that her body remembered his touch. She remembered the feeling of his hands on her flesh and fur, his mouth on her breasts, his cum on her face and in her mouth, and his dick in her pussy. And when those memories resurfaced, they were almost enough to make her climax on the spot.

And yet, Amber still hesitated. Somehow, the energies in the area were waning on her... but not by much. She could already feel herself falling under their spell – under his spell. So when she reached up and placed her hand upon her mother's shoulder, she didn't even flinch.

Looking Jerald in the eye, the young mouse nudged her mother off of his lap, causing his cock to 'Shlp!' out of her spent pussy. And, yeah, it was still long and thick, as if he hadn't just gotten finished breeding her mother full of seed. But that didn't stop Amber from laying her head down next to his cock. Her nose pressed to its side, she took a heavy whiff of his cock, where its odor quickly filled her nose. So thick, so pungent, and so wonderful! She smelled not just Jerald and his musk, but also Opal and her body too. This was the same smell from earlier, only three-times as potent.

“Mmf... mmm... mmm....”

Once, twice, thrice, Amber planted kisses upon the side of Jerald's dick. Then she extended her tongue, licking the sweat, cum, and feminine jizz off his dick. The taste he got made her shudder, but he did not stop; could not stop. She just kept licking and kissing his cock, cleaning it as best she could before finally pulling away.

Biting into her bottom, Amber moved over and placed her hands upon Jerald's chest, climbing atop him like Opal did moments before. Her blue eyes were alight with lust as she looked into her father's eyes, but her face showed confusion and even fear.

“You're... not my father, are you?” Amber asked, breaking through the mental subjection, if even a little bit.

Jerald smirked.

“No, Amber... I'm not,” he answered.

“Then... who are you...? What are you?” she asked as she felt his burning dick slide between her pert ass.

“I'm just... heh... I'm just a demon,” he answered as his hand came over to poke her in the nose, “A demon who got... lost in the boundaries between realms. A demon who heard a voice call out to him from beyond the veil by some young fools. A demon who stole the body of your father. A demon who came here to feed on you and your family. That's all.”

“Ah... that's all...”

His words were... jarring to say the least. Jerald... or... whoever he is, just admitted to being a demon in the body of her father, and also told her to her face that he was going to feed off of her and her mother... whatever that means. Any sane person would, ya'know, freak the hell out!

But Amber didn't. Amber couldn't. Despite hearing all of this, her senses were dulled. And when 'Jerald' raised his hand, placing it on her cheek, the morose mouse smiled in a pleasant manner.

Sure... fine... whatever... he was going to feed on her, huh? That's not too problematic. It's whatever.

Under his guidance, Amber was pulled into a kiss. His lips met hers, where she gleefully swapped and swirled her tongue with his. He did likewise, and their tongues performed this lewd dance. Muffled moans hummed from them, with the morose mouse sounding most gleeful of all. Amid their kiss, Jerald guided his hand down to her hip and pert ass, squeezing it tight, before grinding the head of his dick up against her pussy. The touch – thought slight – made her whimper... and then push down.

“Nmmmphhh~~~!”

His wide girth spread apart her vaginal walls as it sank in deeper and deeper, but she was better at handling it now than she was before. When Amber's pert butt met his flat pelvis, she could feel his dick reaching all the way up to her womb. Aaah... felt so good! Warm and hot and jumpy too!

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Mirroring her mother, the morose mouse rode Jerald's dick, though her pace was far slower. Each impact sent rippling quakes through her slender form, and made her long blonde hair bounce. Fuck, it felt good! His dick kept scraping her walls, prodding all of her nerves at once, causing he to quiver atop him. But the longer this went on, the more comfortable Amber became. Unlike her mother, it wouldn't be so easy to change her into some quivering bitch.

With a devilish smirk, the young mouse began riding Jerald harder, those once soft sounding 'Pats!' becoming loud and heavy 'PATS!' which showed the strength in her sleek legs. Grinning back, Jerald gripped her by the waist, and then laid her over!

“Aah... fuck yes,” Amber moaned as she was placed on her back, with her 'father' mounting atop her.

Keeping her pinned to the floor with his hands on her hips, Jerald drove his hips back and--

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“GGAAAAH~~~! FUCK YES! AAAH~!”

His hips were a blur, pounding into Amber's cunt with enough strength to stir the milf of a mouse next to her. Blue eyes opening, Opal stared lazily towards her daughter as she was getting rutted into the floor. Such orgasmic joy! That's what she saw plastered upon Amber's face as she wailed to the night sky in shear pleasure.

Opal smiled... then giggled... then crawled over, where her face hovered above her daughters. No warning, she just moved in and--

“Mmmf...”

“NMMMM!!!”

Their lips met in a sloppy and sweaty kiss. Whatever skill they had before was gone as their tongues wrestled between their mouths, vying for any sort of dominance. It was just like the sex; intoxicating, and strong enough to make their minds ebb and flow. Their spirits were waning, reaching the most weakest they've been the entire night.

An incubus. Do you know what that is? According to age old folklore, incubi are male demons who stalk female prey. But sleeping with a woman, they sap their spirit, draining them of their life force, and eventually killing them. But the pleasure that woman will find – or in this case, these women will find – will be the greatest pleasure of their lives, for an incubus can do incredible and impossible things.

Jerald's body began shifting, growing rougher... coarser... like his flesh was being replaced with a bed of scales. Groaning too, he brought his thrusting body to a complete halt, though Opal and Amber were too absorbed in their kiss to notice. All of this sexual energy in the air, allowed him to feed off of their souls, which in turn allowed him to access this long since dormant power within his body. Jerald's body twisted as a whole, shifting from something human, to something...

Else...

The reddish tint which at once could be confused for a sunburn, had now overtaken his body completely. Jerald's body was completely covered in red scales; from his toes to his head. Even little devil horns extended from the tips of his head, extending up several inches before coming to a fine point.

But even with his bigger, bulkier, more demented body, that's not what was most striking of his transformation. No, what transformed the most was his cock.

Groaning, Amber could feel his dick shifted within her pussy. The new scales gave a rough edge to his penetration, truly scraping along her vaginal walls. The touches were so intense, so precise, and so pleasurable, that her back arched off the ground and she moaned loudly into her mother's mouth. Then she pulled back, mouth agape as her blue eyes looked down towards Jerald's crotch.

His cock... no... his... cocks... Jerald didn't just have one cock that was currently writhing and thrusting and twisting around within her snatch, but several. They sprouted from his crotch like a gnarly set of serpents, all of which moved with a mind of their own.

That's... weird, isn't it? That's what it's supposed to be, anyway. It's suppose to be weird, supposed to be strange, supposed to be bizarre, if not outright frightening. But it wasn't. Looking down, both Opal and Amber stared at the gnarled mess of tendrils, marveling at their girth, their rigidity, and the fact that the tips of each one looked like a penis.

Weird... but again, they did not care.

These tendrils, numbering in the dozens, slithered towards the two mice. They pushed along their bodies, groping between their legs and arms, their sides and their breasts, before giving a squeeze. Opal groaned, the matron mouse leaning back as her thick tits clapped against one another. The thousands of tiny scales that adorned his tentacles, all tickled and brushed upon her body, pleasuring areas she had never known about.

“Aaaaauuuuhh~~!” her erotic cry filled the air... and then... “NMMMPH~!?”

One of his tentacles pushed straight into her mouth, silencing her. Its taste was just as flavorful as before, being so hot and sweaty and strong, with his precum oozing endlessly from its slit. But if she thought he was only going to let her suck on it, she'd have another thing coming, for without warning--

“Gllk!?”

His tentacle pushed straight into Opal's throat, stuffing her full of cock. Her eyes bulged, only to close slowly as a lurid groan of pleasure left her muffled lips. The taste was even more refined as she felt his flexible tendril push into her esophagus. Even in here, his scales plucked and teased at every inch of her throat, all as it pushed in deeper and deeper.

“Mmf! Glk! Mmff! Slsllk! Mmmph! Slrrp!”

“Wow, Mom,” Amber whispered as she reached up, her hand gently teasing her mother's bosom, “You look so fucking turned on like that. You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?”

“Mmm... do you want to join her?” 'Jerald' asked, his voice laced with a sinister tone. Like everything thus far, it barely registered in Amber's mind.

“Yes... I'd love to join her. Nnggh~?”

Amber jerked forward slowly and looked down. Jerald's tentacles had wrapped around her legs, binding them together, and then lifting her up. Forced upon her chest, the morose mouse's backside was lifted in the air, flaunting her peach-shaped butt... and also her pussy and asshole. Two tentacles quickly slithered up, the both o them tracing her tight entrances, before--

THRUSTING in!

“GA-HAAAH~!?”

Working in tandem, Jerald's two tentacles pushed in and out of Amber's ass and pussy, working in alternating thrusts. One would push in, the other would pull out; again and again and again. Biting into her bottom lip, the morose mouse could only flinch and buck as she was pleasured by the two tendrils, their scales scraping her walls, while they reached impossibly deep into her body.

Ah, but that's not to say Jerald was finished with Opal quite yet! Even with his tentacle throat-deep into the matron mouse's mouth, he flipped her over upon her back, and spread out her legs out nice and wide. Then a tentacle slithered up... and then another tentacle... and then another, and another, and another! And all these tentacles took aim with her vaginal opening! Together they poked her... prodded her... and then they--

THRUSTED right inside!

“HMMMMRPHHH!!!”

How many tentacles was that? Too many tentacles to count! But that didn't matter! They all slid into her tight cunt, widening out her walls, and filling her to the absolute brim! Opal's mind had long since faded, reduced to nothing but mush as the dozens of tendrils slithered around – and through – her body.

That's much better... now... back over to Amber!

“HNNGGGLK!?”

The tentacle in her ass began pushing in... deeper... deeper... deeeeeepeeeeerr... oh, no... even deeper than that. It drove and it pushed through her intestines, gliding through her guts, pushing through her body, and coming all the way out--

“GLK!?”

Through the other end!

That's right! With expert control, Jerald guided his tentacle from Amber's asshole, straight through her mouth on the other in, truly impaling him on his tendril! And then he began moving it back and forth, fucking her completely in a way that was and is truly impossible!

Together, with his cock tentacles, the demon fucked the two mice, watching as they writhed and contorted with pleasure. No... calling them 'mice' seemed too much. They were nothing more than whores now!

Each moan, each buck, each twitch, all fed the demon, who groaned in pleasure. Oh, it was time to finish them off, to really show them what he could do! To finally finish them off, and regain that power he had long since been missing!

His balls were churning, causing his face to contort. Like a watering hose that's been clogged, the base of his tentacles suddenly began to expand! And this traveled through his dicks, flowing all the way to the tips. And when it reached those tips...

A bomb was set off.

CUM! CUM EVERYWHERE!

It exploded from his tentacles, filling the air with this intense fragrance of a man's powerful climax! It shot into the sky... and then it splattered back down, being so strong, so intense, so virile! Flesh and fur was painted white by his seed, the pavement too, like some overzealous artist decided to toss paint buckets everywhere!

But this was nothing compared to the loads he unleashed inside of Amber and Opal.

Their eyes swelled. Deep inside their pussies, their wombs, Jerald tanked these mighty loads that caused their bellies to expand. Like balloons they grew, inflating to ridiculous size that made the two look like they were nine months pregnant! In response, their own climaxes were down right tepid.

But then they fell...

Thud!

And Jerald did likewise.

Resting there on the ground, he slowly pulled his tentacles back, drawing them from the bodies of his victims as they rested on the floor, panting and gasping for breath as spunk seeped into their bodies. This? This was much better. A couple of cream-covered delights to fuel him. For centuries he had been denied this, and now that he had the chance to feast, he'd be taking his first steps to regaining his former glory. It would take a while, yes, but he was a very patient demon.

They were the first of many.

“It's unfortunate that things had to come to this,” said Jerald with a chuckle, “But know this, Amber and Opal... you were the greatest meals I've ever ha—”

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

His eyes widened.

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

No, no, no, how can this be!?

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

That voice! It sounded like a siren's call: both beautiful and deadly.

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

How did she find him!? This should be impossible!

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

“No... NO!”

He should have been focusing on his surroundings. While he was busy fucking Opal and Amber, the fog he produced with his magic had shifted. Instead of being tinged with his demonic red energy, they were instead charged with a purple energy.

Her purple energy.

'Jerald' stood up, his tentacles standing at the ready. The voice had stopped calling to him, but that did not mean he was free. He could run, he could run as fast and as far as this body could take him, but he knew it would not be enough. Now that she knew where he was, escape was impossible.

No... no! If he needed energy! He needed more energy! Maybe then, if he feasted on a thousand souls, he'd have the ability to face her! But even he knew this was wishful thinking. He could have ate a million souls, and it still would not be enough.

But bravery is one hell of a thing. It makes a person believe they can do amazing things, even when the chips are stacked against them. And that's what Jerald felt. High on the rush of feeding off of Opal and Amber – if even a little bit – he felt like he could do this. He felt like he could face... her.

And 'her' was right behind him.

“Daaaeeeedaaalluusss...” her voice echoed into his ears, making him shiver, “Why did you run away, Daedalus? Did I not treat you right?”

The clicking of her heels against the pavement, was what cinched it. Yes, she was here. She wasn't some disembodied voice, nor was she merely speaking to him through the veil. No, she was here... looking right at him.

He could feel the pressure of her being.

“Iris...” 'Jerald' whispered as he looked over his shoulder.

She stood before him... this woman... this towering woman... this powerful woman... this divine woman. She wasn't just tall, wasn't just big, she was outright titanic! Even in this big body of his, this woman still stood a foot taller than 'Jerald.' And it wasn't too hard to notice, what with her black dress being tied so tight to her body, while still spouting the cleavage of her bountiful bosom.

Her figure was voluptuous and strong, as if it chiseled by the hands of the gods themselves, with skin that was tanned in shade, as if she had been standing beneath a burning sun since the day she was born. Luscious purple hair spilled from her head, flowing and flowing and flowing all the way down to her hips. From her head extended these horns which curved forward and to a fine point, and in the center of her head laid a gnarled, black, crown.

But none of this...

Was as striking...

As her red eyes. Red eyes that were slit like a reptile'_s. Red eyes that were slit like a _dragon's. And to help drive that point home...

Thwak!

A long, thick, purple tail, one coated in scales, struck the ground.

“How did you find me...?” 'Jerald' asked, his face stunned as the woman casually raised her hand.

In it laid an opulent chalice, one brimming with a red liquid inside. Bringing it to her mouth, she casually took a few sips, before looking at him with devilish smirk on her lips.

“Did you really think you could escape me...?” this woman replied as she shook her head, “Haah... such a hopeful boy you are! Fufufufufufufu! And I can see that...” she looked over to the dazed bodies of Opal and Amber, “You've been quite busy for a concubine! Running about and feasting the moment you've been let loose. But now...” her affable face faded, replaced with a more annoyed, if not outright violent glare, “Your bout of freedom is over, Daedalus. It's time you've returned home.”

“THRAAAWW!!!”

No warning, no preamble, no retort! With his hand thrown forward, 'Jerald' launched a strike at this mysterious woman, sending his tendrils at her all at once. Their heads had been replaced, no longer those pleasurable cocks, but instead these sharp, violent spears that could impale even the hull of a car! Each one moved in on the woman's position at sonic speeds, but before they could stab her...

Swish!

She vanished in a blur of black and purple, causing his attack to strike thin air.

Recoiling in confusion, 'Jerald' looked left and right, searching for this mysterious woman. He knew she was fast, but he didn't even see her move! She was like a phantom, making him sweat bullets. Could he even survive this interaction? Could he hope to escape her? Where had she even gone?

“Daaaaaeeeedddaaaaaalllluuuuuss...!”

Her voice...

Was right behind him.

'Jerald' turned around.

Pat!

“AAAH!?”

Without warning, the towering woman slammed her palm upon his chest, causing his knees to buckle. There was strength in her touch; enough power to move mountains if she so pleased! But instead of crushing him, she kept him frozen in place as her hands gripped him. Tighter... tighter... tighter! 'Jerald's' tentacles attempted to strike her, even wrapping around her wrists in an attempt to pull her off of him. But...

GWEEEAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!

A bright, red light suddenly appeared at the woman's palm, sending waves throughout his body. Quivering, he felt all the strength he had start to wane, making him feel weaker and weaker with each passing second. His tentacles all faded too, shrinking in size... before vanishing all together. The red scales and flesh that adorned his body was next to go, returning to his original flesh and skin tone. Following was his hair, going from that silver-white back to his jet black.

And last was his eyes. The green, snake-like eyes faded away, returning to their blue color, and normal shape.

Like a ghost, the woman's hand pushed into his body, sinking through his very being. Then she grabbed something... then she began pulling that something out.

“GRRAAAHHH!?”

His cry filled the air, but the woman did not stop. Even as Jerald's body grew slack... then limp... and then fell back completely.

Thud!

He collapsed upon the ground; this confused and dazed human man. The last thing he could remember was heading to the tailors. What was that place called again? Forrest's Tailors, right? Riiiiiiigghhhhtttt...

The woman stood tall before the trio, one hand on her hip, while the other hand raised something up. No, not 'something', some_one_. They sat in her palm; this tiny, little imp of a creature. His body was red and adorned in scales like a snake, he had two tiny little horns, a thin tail, a humanoid body, with silver-white hair, and green eyes. But his size was so diminutive, easily resting in the palm of this woman's hand like he was nothing more than a kitten.

This was him: this was Daedalus. This was the being responsible for the night's madness. To these mortals, he was almost reality warping, capable of such amazing things they'd never seen before... and will never see sense. But compared to this towering woman, he was nothing more than a peon, a rodent. His life was in her hand.

Literally in this case.

Hunched over on her palm, Daedalus panted after being forcibly removed from his host. It took him several moments to realize how tall she was in relation to him... and how fucked he was because of it. The towering woman looked down upon him, a smirk on her devilish face. It wasn't enough for her to hold power over him; she needed to indulge in it too. In response, all Daedalus could do was beg.

“Please, my Queen,” he whimpered, his tone so weak and lacking in this diminutive form of his, “Please, forgive me! I just wanted to have a little fun.”

“A little fun...?” this woman replied, “Did you not have enough fun within the castle walls? Was I truly such a cruel master that you felt the need to runaway like a disobedient dog?”

“N-no! I... I'd never run away from your infinite kindness, my Queen,” he replied, “Please forgive me.”

“Hmmm...”

Iris closed her eyes, and her devilish face faded, replaced with a more thoughtful one. And she held that face for a moment... two moments... three moments... four moments... and then...

CLINCH!

“GAH!?”

Her hand closed in over the imp, reducing him to nothing but smog and steam which billowed between her fingers. And when her hand opened up, she revealed nothing more than a stain on her palm: the last remnants of the imp known as Daedalus.

Leering down at her smoldering hand, an annoyed pout sat on the purple-haired woman's face. She said nothing, if anything, only a scoff left her. Disappointment was palpable from her... but there was nothing left to say... nothing left to do.

Lifting her chalice once again, she nursed from it momentarily, then dropped her gaze back down. Such delicious looking snacks she'd have to say. This mother and daughter, both lathered in cum, while the father slowly recoiled from his possession. They'd all be incredibly confused once the dust settled and they recoiled from their night. Assuming of course, they retained their sanity after such pleasure.

Oh well... she has done what she needed to do. These mortals can pick up the pieces themselves.

The woman turned away, where the fog in the area began to grow thicker and thicker and thicker. It became so thick, that it blinded any and all who stood within it. Choking too, it could be strong enough to steal the air out of a person's lungs! But before the fog could become deathly, it began dispersing, fading away to reveal...

Candy...

Halloween decorations...

Even a barrel with water and apples in it.

Gasping for breath, Jerald pulled himself up, confusion wrought on his face. Again, all he could remember was going to Forrest's Tailors. After that, there was nothing but a blank. He had become a passenger in his own body... and an unconscious one at that. But somethings remained. He could remember hearing Opal's moaning voice...

And Amber's too...

“What...!? What happened!?” Jerald shouted to no one as his heart raced.

Leaning up, he sat upon his butt and gazed at his surroundings, seeing Opal and Amber laying on the floor with cum – his cum – having completely lathered him. Their nude bodies were contorted in poses of shear ecstasy, their bellies so large. Again, what happened!?

No, this deserved a bigger, stronger phrase than that. This deserved a--

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Jerald shook in place.

That cry came from the entrance of the hedge maze. Seems like the first guests have arrived.

Uh-oh...