Infernal Son: Halloween 2019 (AKA Halloween in December)

 

Ivy pounced onto Sebastian, pinning him to the bed as she bared her “fangs” with a devious smile. She growled as she planted wet kisses and licks along his neck and jawline. Her “victim” couldn’t help but chuckle at the display.

 

Ivy: What are you laughing at, filthy human?

Sebastian: I’m sorry, were you supposed to be a sexy vampire or a puppy?

Ivy: What are you on about?

Sebastian: Last time I checked, vampires don’t lick people. I’m pretty sure they bite.

Ivy: Oh? Is that so? Hmph, fine then.

 

Before Sebastian had a chance to counter, Ivy snarled and nipped his ear.

 

Sebastian: Ow! What’d ya do that for?!

Ivy: You asked for it.

Sebastian: I didn’t want you to crunch my ear! I just meant, like, use a lil’ teeth is all. Be gentle with it, bae.

Ivy: Vampires aren’t gentle!

Sebastian: I think you might be taking this roleplay thing a lil’ too seriously, I.

Ivy: At least I’m trying, Mr. Dresses-Up-Like-a-Pirate-but-Talks-Like-a-Damned-Surfer.

Sebastian: Oh c’mon, what do you want me to say? “Argh! I’ve come for ye booty, ye bloody wench!” Is that really what you want?

Ivy: Oof, good point.

 

Ivy sank down, resting one palm on Sebastian’s chest while the other cupped the side of his head. She brushed her cheek against his and whispered into his ear,

 

Ivy: Why don’t you just lie back and keep quiet, luv?

 

Sebastian tried to say something, but Ivy’s tongue shut him up. Back in high school, Ivy impressed her little circle of friends by tying a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue at a party. No one was more thrilled about this than her boyfriend at the time, a really skinny boy with a penchant for piercing various parts of his body, indulging in pseudo nihilistic philosophy, and listening to music that made his very religious mother worried about his sanity. It surprised no one when everyone learned that he’d headed to Seattle to join a neo-dadaist movement after graduation, insisting, on his departure, that none of the plebeians back home would understand the inherent metaphorical depth and cultural importance the movement carried. No one’s certain how his and Ivy’s break up went, but Ivy consistently recalls the whole ordeal by simply stating, “he was kind of a loonie, but I got a few sweet mixtapes out of it, so whatevs.”

That party trick provided the backbone for each of her most beloved oral techniques. Over time, her favorites became Sebastian’s favorites. Sure, not every new move works out, but she always found a workable idea eventually. Here, after she peeled off her one piece and boots, she found that Sebastian had a weak point neither of them knew about before: his ears. He gasped and let out a shaky sigh every time Ivy’s mouth came close to his ear, and the goosebumps that ran down his body were impossible to hide.

She got him.

Ivy leaned in close to Sebastian’s ear, letting her soft lips brush against the outer rim as she gently blew warm air against all the little inner ridges before kissing along the tender C-curve. As she felt his hands run up and down the small of her back and over her butt, she decided to go further. Using her tongue, Ivy drew a bit of Sebastian’s upper ear into her mouth and lightly nibbled on it, being ever so careful as to not cross the line from rough pleasure to sheer pain.

Her lover moaned. He never knew something as simple as this could feel so good. He let the blissful grin grow across his face, and helped his beloved remove his costume. Most of it, at least. Ivy thought the eyepatch was sexy.

 

She rose up and leaned back, her pussy smushing Sebastian’s hard-on, and looked down upon the naked pirate beneath her. She slid back and forth across his length, narrowed her gaze, grinned, and sighed.

 

Ivy: I gotta say, Bash, I’m disappointed. I expected a pirate to act a bit more lecherous, but you’ve just been laying there while I do all the work. It’s more than a bit selfish, I’d say.

Sebastian: Selfish? I thought you liked being in charge?

Ivy: I do, but that doesn’t mean that I want you to laze about while I do everything.

 

Ivy stopped moving, and glared at Sebastian.

 

Ivy: I expected more from a demon spawn. Hmph.

 

Sebastian sat up, his eyes narrowing into two burning slits in his face.

 

Sebastian: You really wanna go there?

Ivy: I think I already have.

Sebastian: Oh no… no you haven’t. Not yet.

Ivy: Oh? Then why don’t you take me there, cambion?

Sebastian: Alright, you asked for it.

 

Sebastian burst forward, grappling Ivy around the waist. Before Ivy could react, Sebastian flew into the air before diving back down onto the bed, his and Ivy’s position’s reversed.

He locked his lips with her’s, plunging his elongated tongue into her mouth. Ivy writhed under him, her toes curling as the warmth from Sebastian’s throbbing cock radiated to her crotch as he rubbed it against her inner thigh. Her hands drummed against the cambion’s sides before she pushed against his chest. The long, slippery tongue receded from her mouth, leaving her flushed and gasping for breath.

 

Sebastian cupped Ivy’s face in his hands, the fire in his eyes extinguished.

 

Sebastian: Oh shit! A-are you oka–

 

Ivy silenced him with an open-mouthed kiss. She slurped and sucked until she coaxed the retreated tongue to come out of Sebastian’s mouth with it clasped between her lips. The confused demon spawn’s worry evaporated as a dreamy look washed over him. The “vampire” locked her gaze with his and began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking the tip of his tongue, releasing suggestive little moans to highlight the sensuality of her action.

Once she released him, Sebastian slumped to the side of her, breaths as deep as they were heavy. Ivy rested her hand on his shoulder and smiled.

 

Ivy: I’m good. You just surprised, that’s all.

Sebastian: Oh. Oh… okay. Fuck, that was… nice.

Ivy: Hmm, guess that tongue’s a double-edged sword, huh?

Sebastian: Uh huh.

Ivy: Can’t say I’ve seen that before. A pleasant surprise nonetheless.

Sebastian: Yeah, well, I guess you inspire me to grow in all kinds of ways.

Ivy: Heh, I guess so. I can see that I’ve really inspired you down here.

 

Ivy reached down and took Sebastian’s hard cock in her hand, gently stroking it. Sebastian laid his arm out, inviting his love to lay back. No more than a second after she laid head against his arm, she gasped. Her beau had used her relaxed state as an opportunity to move his hand down to her crotch. There, he massaged her vulva with his fingers, brushing against her clit every so often.

 

Sebastian leaned over for a kiss, but Ivy stopped him.

 

Ivy: Wait, I want to try something.

Sebastian: Huh? What’d you have in mind?

Ivy: Something that I’ve always wanted to try. Lay on your back, I’ll climb on top of you.

Sebastian: Not exactly breaking new ground, he–

 

Ivy crawled over Sebastian, her butt pointing at his face. While he wasn’t expecting this to happen, he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn’t enjoying the view.

 

Sebastian: Oh.

Ivy: You were saying?

Sebastian: … 

Ivy: Hello? Everything okay back there?

Sebastian: Hm? Oh, sorry. There’s just a lot to appreciate here.

Ivy: Haha! Well, maybe you could show your appreciation using that long, silky tongue of yours?

Sebastian: Don’t mind if I do.

 

Wasting no time, Sebastian pulled Ivy’s ass closer to his face and began licking her wet spot like a thirsty animal. He’s always loved fooling around with this blue-haired vixen, but there are few things in life that he enjoys more than eating her out. His hellish half had granted him an increase in sensitivity to his gustatory and olfactory nerves, rewiring his perceptions to match his kin. Over time, he learned that everybody had their own special scent and flavor, their own pheromone cocktail.

Ivy’s blend, he found, was especially enticing. She was sweet, with a juicy intensity characteristic of only the blackest of berries on the vine, with a tangy aftertaste not unlike freshly squeezed lemonade. A pleasant floral character accentuated the comforting deliciousness of her profile. If time would allow it, Sebastian would lick her pussy for all eternity.

But Sebastian wasn’t the only being in the house with this specialized sensitivity. On the second floor, Shauna was spacing out on the couch, her mind wandering to places no one but she could understand. A quick whiff of the air brought her back to Earth. The floor and the walls did nothing to prevent the young succubus from picking up Ivy’s scent. She licked her lips and analysed the taste; a refreshing blend of boysenberry and thyme.

This news piqued her interest.

 

Shauna (thinking): Hmm, maybe I should check up on those two. See if they need any “guidance.”

 

Before she had a chance to get up, however, a tall, muscular man in a Spartan warrior costume sauntered over and took a seat on the couch with her.

 

Nic: Shauna! Hey! Hoo, goddamn, you’re lookin’ real nice in that costume.

Shauna: Nic! Are you drunk already?

 

Nic: No… maybe… yeah.

Shauna: The party hasn’t even started yet, what’s with you?

Nic: What, you never heard of pregamin’?

 

Nic inched his way closer to the demonic blondie in the sexy nurse costume. He put on his most charming grin and made a little proposal.

 

Nic: Hey, this party won’t actually get started until later on. How ‘bout we go somewhere more private and you give me a “physical”?

Shauna: Nic, for the last time, you and I are never going to happen. Give it a rest already.

Nic: What’s the problem? You’re hot. I’m hot. Why not? I know you ain’t seein’ no one.

Shauna: (Sighs) Okay, since you’ve forgotten again, succubi use sex as a way to feed. It can be from any creature capable of having sex. However – and this is the important thing, so pay attention – some creatures, including humans, will die of exhaustion after finishing since they aren’t as powerful as we are.

Nic: So?

 

Shauna: That includes you, fool. I’m not going to kill you just because you want to fuck. Just wait until everyone shows up and chat up one of the humans.

Nic: Getting fucked to death by a succubus don’t sound too bad, honestly.

Shauna: Ugh, forget it. I’m going downstairs to grab something. Don’t follow me.

Nic: (Sighs) Fine.

 

Across the room, Nic spotted a petite little woman in an evil sorceress costume. If at first you don’t succeed…

 

Nic: Hey, Harumi. Are you castin’ a spell on me, cause–

Harumi: I’m gay.

Nic: Okay, but for real, or are you just sayin’ that?

Harumi: Penises are gross and your physique gives me anxiety.

 

Nic: In a good way or–

Harumi: No.

Nic: Fuck. Whelp, guess I’ll be spendin’ some alone time on the john, then. Don’t wait up.

Harumi: Ugh, ew. I knew I shouldn’t have come here so early.

 

As the annoyed “sorceress” scanned the abysmal selection of books in the nearby bookshelf, she found herself confused as to why she hadn’t seen Ivy or Sebastian since her arrival. Ivy texted her asking for help baking a few treats, but that witch was nowhere to be found.

Then again, Harumi wasn’t exactly interested in hunting down her friend just so they could make cookies shaped like jack-o-lanterns and ghost emojis.

Sebastian, meanwhile, found that Ivy became much more vocal when he pushed his unusually long tongue in and out of her vagina.

 

Ivy: Oh fuck! Shit! Ah ahn! Ah fuck yea!

 

And vulgar.

 

Sebastian: Ivy, chill! Everyone’s gonna hear you!

Ivy: Mmf! Fine, then lemme – ooh ahn – have this! Nom!

 

Ivy popped Sebastian’s cock into her mouth and started sucking with more vigor than she’d ever exerted in her entire life. Her idea worked. Mostly, at least. Ivy’s screams were muffled, but Sebastian was entirely unprepared for what Ivy did. He’d never been sucked off so intensely before. He couldn’t help let out a few loud groans of pleasure. Ivy found great amusement in this turn of events.

 

Ivy: Hah ahn, hahaha, whose being too loud now? Nnh, huh?

 

Sebastian: Ah, just keep goin'! Hah!

 

The room was filled with muffled screams, moans, and groans, and loud slurping noises. The heat emanating from the couple on the creaky bed made the air hot and heavy, making Ivy’s scent even stronger. If she weren’t slobbering on his cock, he was convinced that he’d have passed out from sensory overload.

Then, a familiar feeling arose, one that Sebastian was more than familiar with. His legs feebly kicked out and his hips raised before, finally, he erupted. Ivy tried to swallow his load, but her efforts were thwarted by her own rapture. She squeezed her thighs around her lover’s skull, threw her head back and screamed as she drenched his face.

 

Ivy: Holy fuckin’ shit. Wow… Oh, luv, you’re so amazing… Luv?

Sebastian: Hmm… 

Ivy: Sebastian?

Sebastian: Mmf!

Ivy: Oops! Shit, sorry!

 

Ivy lifted herself off of Sebastian’s face, a splash of clear fluid stained over his mouth and dripping down his chin and neck. The cambion, meanwhile, layed there in stunned silence with his mouth agape and his eyes glazed over.

Ivy turned to him.

 

Ivy: You okay, luv?

Sebastian: Yeah… 

Ivy: You sure? You look a little spaced out there.

Sebastian: I feel like… I feel like I just smoked the dopest shit in the universe.

 

Ivy chuckled and embraced him. She was glad to see that his bliss hadn’t impaired his ability to kiss afterwards.

 

A sudden little tap on her rear end interrupted their cuddling. It seemed that even after such an intense experience, Sebastian was still up for more. Such is a cambion’s nature.

Ivy happily obliged. She pecked her beloved on the nose before she propped herself up and dropped onto his lap, his stiffness sinking inside of her.

 

She started with a slow grind, then a steady ride.

 

Her rhythmic bounces brought Sebastian down from his high and back to a full state of awareness. He took in the sight before him; the woman he loved on top of him, looking him in the eyes, beads of sweat trickling down her body, her small breasts jiggling just a bit each time her butt slapped against his thighs. Such a body deserved appreciation, he thought, so he reached up and gave her little tits a squeeze.

 

Ivy: Ooh.

Sebastian: Did I surprise you?

Ivy: Hmm, no. I was just wondering how long it’d take for you to grab them.

 

Sebastian: As if I could ever resist.

Ivy: Hehe. Ahh, your hands feel so good.

Sebastian: Just my hands?

Ivy: Hmm, I guess your cock is okay, too.

 

Sebastian: “Okay?” You guess?

Ivy: Oh don’t throw a fit. Once again, I’m the one doing most of the work. Honestly, I’d thought you would take at least a little bit of initiative.

Sebastian: Hmph. I know what you’re doing.

Ivy: What?

Sebastian: This little game you like you play every time we fool around.

Ivy: I assure you that I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.

Sebastian: Don’t even with that. You always say something to goad me into doing something crazy or hardcore or whatever, and then I do.

Ivy: Uh huh, and? You got a problem with that?

Sebastian: Nah. Well, actually… 

Ivy: Woah!

 

Sebastian wrapped his arms around his smug girlfriend’s waist and pulled her closer towards him. He whispered in her ear.

 

Sebastian: It just annoys me how well it always works.

Ivy: Hah! So what are you going to do then, hm? Whine some more?

Sebastian: Nope. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want. Just try not to scream so loud, mkay?

Ivy: Pfft, as if you could ever–Ahn!

 

Sebastian bucked his hips until his entire length was inside of Ivy, then he set himself at a brisk tempo, making sure that Ivy felt every inch of his cock stroke her walls. Despite all her teasing and boasting, Ivy loved it whenever Sebastian took the lead. No matter how hard she tried to maintain the image of the snarky, superior domme, she could never hide her true tenderness in their most intimate moments.

That didn’t stop her from ribbing her partner, though.

 

Ivy: Oh! Ah, you think this is… this, ah fuck, this is good enough? Giving me a-a–ahn! A hug while you – fuck! – while you fuck me? O-oh, come now, luv… Mmm… 

Sebastian: Ha, you can’t fool me. I know you love this. Uhn, in fact, I bet you’re loving this more than I am!

Ivy: A-am not! This… mm, this is nothing!

Sebastian: Oh really? Then I guess this’ll be “nothing” too, right?

Ivy: Wha–ahn!?

 

Sebastian’s lips wrapped around one of Ivy’s nipples and he started sucking, making sure to give each one a fair amount of attention. He liked to switch between swirling his tongue over the tips and gently tugging on them between his teeth, all while maintaining the same pulsing movement as before.

 

Before he could make another taunting remark, Ivy threw her arms around the back of Sebastian’s head and neck, smothering his face with her chest. She matched his thrusts with her rocking hips. They laid there, fucking in perfect synchronization.

Neither of them cared about volume, their housemates, or verbal foreplay. Their facades had broken down, and all that was left was raw passion and the slow passage of time in that moment, their moment.

 

Sebastian: Ivy… I… I’m gonna… 

Ivy: Me too… Let’s… together… 

 

Sebastian: Oh, I-Ivy! Uh–ah!

Ivy: Sebastian! A-a-ahn!

 

Explosive euphoria rushed through them as they reached their climax. Their eyes met with hazy contentment, connecting as one with their shared gaze like they had with their bodies. Gently gasping, Ivy slid off of Sebastian before pressing her lips to his once more. Despite all their petty little arguments and the smartass comments they make at each other, neither Sebastian nor Ivy could ever betray their true feelings whenever they made love.

 

Ivy giggled as she laid next to her love, nuzzling into him as he pulled her into his arms. Was she laughing from joy? Maybe it was that Ivy found it funny how she was about to sleep in on a party that was her idea in the first place. What a terrible host, her guests would think.

Whatever, she said to the displeased guests in her imagination, it’s not my fault my cambion boyfriend makes me so drowsy after we have sex.

The lovers locked eyes once more. Ivy gave Sebastian an expectant look as she stroked his shoulder, prodding a witticism or some other silly remark. But Sebastian was spent. He could no longer muster the strength nor the focus to make any more quips. So he instead opted for speaking honestly.

 

Sebastian: I love you, Ivy.

 

Not quite the response she was expecting, but she enjoyed the sincerity, even if it was a bit simplistic. Though, given the turbulent state of the world and her life, she’s learned to appreciate the simpler things.

It’s not as if she was ever that sophisticated anyway.

 

Ivy: I lov–

???: Aww! You two are so cute!

Ivy: Eek!

Sebastian: What the– Shauna?!

 

They turned to see a smug succubus in her human disguise standing near the corner of the room, her eyes scanning her naked roommates as she licked her lips.

 

Shauna: I figured you two were up to something naughty. This entire room smells delicious!

Ivy: Do you mind?!

Shauna: What? It’s not like I haven’t already seen you both naked before. Though I don’t remember you having that tattoo on your leg before. It looks lovely on you, dear.

Ivy: Don’t try to flatter your way out of this… but, ya know, thanks.

Sebastian: Yeah, and that’s not the point. You can’t just barge in on us like that.

Shauna: Why not? I wouldn’t mind if either of you walked in on me while I’m having a little fun. In fact, I’d be pretty disappointed if you didn’t join me. I’ve always loved group sessions.

 

Sebastian pushed the idea of a threeway with Ivy and Shauna out of his mind before responding.

 

Sebastian: Look, you’re not in Gehenna anymore. If you’re gonna blend in with the rest of humanity, you have to start acting like one. If people find out you’re a succubus, they’re gonna freak out.

Shauna: So… should I have knocked?

Ivy: That’d have been better than just waltzing in. How long were you standing there, anyway?

Shauna: Hmm… I walked in while you were on top of him.

Ivy: AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND WATCHED!?

Shauna: Well, I thought about joining you guys, but it looked like you were almost done. I didn’t want to ruin your orgasms. I didn’t know you were a screamer, Ivy.

Ivy: Oh my fuckin’ god.

Sebastian: Whatever. Are the guests here yet?

Shauna: Nope. Just me, Nic, and that little yokai girl. Haruki?

Ivy: You mean Harumi?

Shauna: That’s it! I think she was looking for you, actually. Something about “stupid fucking emoji cookies?”

Ivy: She told me those were cute… 

Shauna: I’m sure she’s just a little hangry, dear. Anyway, I’m sure you’re both tired now. So, I’ll leave you with these little pick-me-ups.

 

Shauna presented two glasses filled with a strange grey liquid and placed them on the dresser.

 

Sebastian: What’re those?

Shauna: Rousios potion mixed with acai berry tea. The potion provides plenty of energy, while the tea will make it taste less like squid ink.

Ivy: Hm, fascinating. A potentially awful flavor mix, but fascinating nonetheless.

Sebastian: That stuff won’t cause any weird side effects, will it?

 

Shauna scratched her head, considering the likelihood of her protégé’s worries coming to life. She shrugged.

 

Shauna: Probably not.

Sebastian: Probably?

Shauna: I mean, nothing bad ever happens to me or any of my kin when we drink it.

Ivy: If it’s anything like Invigoratos, it should be safe.

Sebastian: (Sighs) Alright. We’ll be ready in a few minutes, just step out and gives us some privacy.

Shauna: You’re going again?

Sebastian: To get dressed!

Shauna: Oh! Yeah, okay. See you two in a bit.

 

Shauna blew a kiss as she stepped out into the hallway, only to bump into a flustered little sorceress.

 

Shauna: Oops! Sorry about that, uh… Harumi, was it?

Harumi: Oh, uh, y-yeah! Um, hi!

 

Harumi cleared her throat and bowed her head, hoping her big witch hat would keep the succubus from noticing the growing redness on her face. It was an act in vain, however, since any succubus worth her salt could sense the yokai’s building arousal. Shauna considered taking Harumi right there, but decided to show the nervous girl some mercy. They had a party to prepare for, after all.

Harumi regained her composure.

 

Harumi: So, any luck finding Ivy?

Shauna: Yep! I found her and Sebastian–

 

She stopped herself. Harumi already knew about Shauna’s identity as a demon. In fact, this was something the two had in common. But why not use this as an opportunity to practice common human speech? Without hesitation, she produced her best cover story.

 

Shauna: Taking a shower!

 

Harumi stood there dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

 

Harumi: They’re… taking a shower?

Shauna: Mhm.

Harumi: As in… together? At the same time?

Shauna: That’s right.

Harumi: Even though Ivy texted me pictures of her and Sebastian dressed up already?

Shauna: They wanted to be extra clean!

Harumi: So… did you walk in on them?

Shauna: Yes– er, no! No, I just heard them outside the bathroom, asked them if they needed help washing their backs, and they told me to get out and help you bake the cookies.

 

That’s believable, right? Thought the succubus.

 

Harumi: What the? Uh… you know what? I’m not even going to question that.

 

Success!

Shauna took hold of Harumi’s hands and smiled.

 

Shauna: Maybe after the party, you and I could try out our own special cookie recipe? Would you like that, cutie?

 

Woah, Harumi thought, is she coming on to me?

Harumi couldn’t hide how flushed her face had become any longer, and the goofy smile wasn’t helping her attempt at discretion.

She swallowed hard.

 

Harumi: Uh-um, o-o-ok-okay… 

Shauna: Great! Now, let’s get baking!

Harumi: Woah!

 

Shauna grabbed ahold of Harumi’s arm and propelled them both into the kitchen. The time for baking was at hand.

 

~~

 

Sebastian: That mix really works! I feel like I could run a marathon!

Ivy: No kidding! I’ll have to ask Shauna if she’d be willing to share the recipe with me. I could make some serious cash selling that stuff.

Sebastian: You really think that’s a good idea? Selling succubus potions might tip people off about Shauna.

Ivy: You worry too much. All I have to do is change the name and say that it was an old family recipe. I highly doubt anyone would question that.

Sebastian: What about the way Shauna acts?

Ivy: What about it? Everyone will probably just pass her off as some goofy bimbo. I mean, that’s basically her personality, innit?

Sebastian: And her aura? That kinda goes beyond her personality.

Ivy: We could say it’s a fancy perfume. From, like, Paris or some shit.

Sebastian: What about–

Ivy: Hush.

 

Ivy wrapped her arms around Sebastian’s waist and pressed her forehead to his.

 

Ivy: You’re gonna drive yourself crazy if you keep this up.

Sebastian: I’m just worried someone’ll hurt her. She’s not in Gehenna anymore. She can’t just go to her kin and ask for help. We’re all she has now.

Ivy: I know, and so does she, but it’ll be fine. I promise. If anyone messes with her, we’ll just get Nic to beat ‘em up, okay?

Sebastian: Haha, if you say so.

 

Sebastian looked down towards the floor. He knew Ivy meant well, but he also knew that neither of them were certain of Shauna’s safety in the mortal realm.

Ivy caressed his cheek and kissed his nose.

 

Ivy: I love you. Remember that, okay?

Sebastian’s expression softened.

 

Sebastian: Of course. C’mere.

 

Sebastian brought his love into a warm embrace. It was such a tender moment. That is, until the Rousios potion’s secondary effect kicked in.

 

Ivy: Um, luv? Is that your… ?

Sebastian: Uh, yeah. So much for “no side effects” right?

Ivy: (Sighs) How ridiculous.

Sebastian: I-I could go and jerk off in the bathroom if you don’t wanna–

Ivy: Take ‘em off.

Sebastian: Huh? Ooh.

 

Ivy: Trousers. Off. Now.

Sebastian: Haha, you too then, huh?

Ivy: Bash!

Sebastian: Oh, right!

 

And so, as the guests arrived to a Halloween party featuring a pair of missing hosts, strange emoji cookies, and a very drunk Spartan. When all was said and done, the two love birds were found fast asleep in their bed by the same demonic blonde that found them before. Despite what her lustful mind was telling her, Shauna decided against hopping into bed with them. After all, it’d have been rude if she interrupted them a second time.