With a hiss, the Pumpkin King pulled back slightly, looking down at you with predatory eyes as he licked his lips. Then, without warning, he slid off of you and lowered himself between your legs once more. His clawed hand gripped roughly at one of your balls, squeezing tightly before running up to roll it over in his palm. At the same time, his other hand wrapped around the base of your cock, stroking steadily as he watched you squirm beneath him.

"Like that?"

Moaning against your skin, the pumpkin king increases his pace and rhythm. His claws dig into your hips as he takes control of your pleasure, drawing out every moan and gasp from you. He watches with hungry eyes as your cock throbs in his hand, leaking precum onto the moss beneath him.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he rasps, his hot breath fanning across your skin. "You belong to me now."