Chapter 5: 12:01 a.m., October 31st

After the girls left for bed, I covered the tub and went to our bedroom. Fortunately, my stiffie had subsided, although Deanna was totally asleep, according to the light snoring. It was probably about 10:30 when I turned in.

Something roused me just after midnight. Standing beside the bed was a young naked female. Her skin was reddish, as if it was sunburned. Flicking behind her I saw a golden tail ending in an arrowhead point. She had wide hips and large breasts, and appeared to be about four and a half feet tall.

The other thing I noticed was her eyes; they had golden irises, like a wolf’s. They glowed in the darkness like coals in a campfire.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Well put, Oliver.” She knew my name! How? “I am a supernatural being, and I’m sent here to help you, for the next 24 hours. My name is Zuulah, and I am a scamp. If I am successful on this holy day, I can be promoted from scamp to imp.”

“Who sent you, Zuulah?”

“The Great Orange Squash is my superior. She makes the rules. Nobody but you can see me, unless you say otherwise.”

“What kind of help?”

“I’m going to fix your sex life. No more beating off.”

She circled the bed, pulled away the bedding, and pursed her lips, blowing orange sparkles over the body of my wife.

“There, that should do it.”

Deanna, eyes still closed, but no longer snoring, began squeezing her thighs together and thrusting her hips forwards and backwards. Over her nightgown, she pulled at her nipples and rubbed her clit. After a minute or two, she abruptly sat up and saw that I was watching her.

Deanna burst into tears.

“What’s happening to me? Oh, Ollie, I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m so embarrassed!”

Still, she was unwillingly grinding into the mattress. I looked away, realizing my gaze was making it worse for her. I glared at Zuulah, holding my palm towards her (on my side not visible to Deanna. Zuulah gestured and my wife froze, motionless.

“Oliver, isn’t this what you want? I defrigerated your beautiful wife so she would want sex.”

“Scamp, she doesn’t want sex, you just suddenly overheated her body. She’s too frightened to enjoy it. Please, restore her and let her sleep. I need to think about this.”

“Alright, Oliver. She doesn’t look happy, so, undo.” With her hand, she drew a looping motion. Deanna settled back, and resumed snoring. I recovered her with the sheets and blankets.

“Let’s take the edge off, and then I can try again with your wife. This time, the orange sparkles were on me. My cock swelled quickly, and was not only rigid, but seemingly bigger than ever, longer and thicker. Before I could even comment, Zuulah flew through the air and settled on me, impaled to the root.

All I could do was lay there while she used me. Her big breasts bobbled as she humped on me. A copious flow of pussy juice soaked my crotch as her snug walls grasped at me, squeezing and milking with each stroke. Inevitably, I felt a huge climax as I spurted, was it ten times? When she lifted off, a remarkable amount of my come dribbled from her wet snatch down the sides of my shaft.

Before I could comment or object, she reversed and lapped and licked until I was clean.