Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 116: Trick-Or-Blow-Job

Chapter 116: Trick-Or-Blow-Job

There was no going back.

The hooded elf was determined to move forward with this.

“I hope you don’t mind…” she responded to him, as he questioned her about her species. She sure hoped this didn’t ruin everything. Her ‘costume’ as she hesitated to call it had failed her.

“I sure don’t. Why would it change anything? I just mentioned it because we, unfortunately, get the visit of the many elves around this region. If anything, this is making everything better for me,” the man admitted to her as his cock was freely throbbing right in front of her, nearly touching her face underneath of her hood.

“Did you get visited by an elvish trick-or-treater before?” she asked him as she was battling not to get a lick of his dick.

“No. Never before. I had my share of people, costumed as elvish men and women. They wore fake ears. It was cute, but they were humans. They weren’t like you. You are a real elf, right?” the man with the bad back demanded to her, wanting to make sure he wasn’t being tricked by fake ears, again. After all, this was one of the many, many trick-or-treating nights of the year. The night was meant to be wearing costumes. To be faking people. To be tricking them. The man couldn’t fault anyone for dressing up as elves and wearing these fake and pointy ears. But to him, there was something about her that was different. She was real. He could tell. Even though he had only seen her ears for one moment, he could tell that they were different from any fake, pointy, elvish ears that other trick-or-treaters had worn over the past, couple of years, ever since he had been living in this town, ever since he bought this house and began accepting to receive trick-or-treaters at night. Something that wasn’t an option, even if he accepted it or not. The worst thing could happen to a homeowner if he or she didn't answer the door and greeted the night visitors. Awful things always happened whenever he didn’t answer the door. Something he had learned not to do, years ago…

“Yes. They are real. I am the real deal,” she said to him as she finally decided to lower her hood, therefore, revealing her face and the rest of her head, including the real, pointy ears that he loved so much. The identity of the cloaked, young, elvish woman was revealed. He didn’t know her, but he thought she was the most gorgeous woman that had ever come trick-or-treating at his door. This young, elvish woman was April. He smiled at the man before beginning to blow on the head of his dick. Blowing a warm wind all over his head. Teasing him. Almost being cruel with him, as only blowing on his cock had for effect to produce and unleashed quite a bit of pre-cum. His glans was throbbing. It was begging to be kissed by the elvish trick-or-treater. “There you go. This is me. There. As you can see, those are real,” April said as she touched her own ears. Tried pulling on them a bit. Directly showing him that they were real. As she stopped touching them, she even took the time to make them move, up and down for him. Proving to him that they were real.

“I can see it. You are who you say you are,” he told her. He believed her. He saw her. Then, after proving this to her, she looked down at his throbbing dick. All of her attention went to his member.

“Now, abut this trick I promised you…” she allowed her own tongue to slid out of her mouth before licking the pre-cum, dripping off his cock. She licked it. From the top to the bottom where his testicles was. Then, when everything was wet and perfectly lubricated, she swallowed his cock whole and sucked it off. The blow-job the man with the bad back had been hoping for this entire time. He had been looking forward to being visited by a nice and young woman all night long. It had finally happened. He felt like the luckiest man in the entire town. He hit the jackpot. He was certain of it midway through the sloppy blow-job as April’s tongue swirled all around the base of his dick and made him go wild. This was already the best blow-job he had ever had in his entire life. This was the best. He felt like he could already ejaculate, and he would be happy with it. But he tried his best to last as long as possible. He wished to do more with her. It wasn’t every trick-or-treating that he was being visited by a woman as busty and gorgeous as she was. Moments such as this only happened twice in the many years he inhabited in this town and lived in his house. He came dangerously close to be ejaculating until…

… She suddenly stopped!

“Is everything alright?” the man asked her.

“I want you to fuck me, mister. That’s part of the trick,” April told him, surprising him as he truly thought he was going to come before she stopped. If she hadn’t stopped, he would have definitely ejaculated inside of her mouth.

“I like that idea…” the man with the bad back was so happy he was getting to have actual sex with such a beautiful elvish woman.

The next moment, April was riding the man. This was the perfect position for them. This was the most appropriate position for him since his back was hurting him so much. She was riding him, but her back was facing him. She was still wearing her dark cloak while having sex with him. She didn’t bother to take it off. She only lifted it up a bit and revealed that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath of the black coat. No other clothes. No underwear. Nothing.

“How do you like that trick?” she asked him as she was quickly bouncing up and down on his as she rode him. His member was deep inside of her pussy, happily inside of her voluptuous body.

“I’ll be honest with you… This feels more like a treat rather than a trick…” he admitted to her.

“Oh, no, make no mistake, this is indeed a trick…” another woman, wearing a dark cloak and a large hood whispered in the man’s house, in a different room. The cloaked woman pulled her hood down: It was September.