It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for level 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called top at 10:15. I was stuck on a outcry, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do real furbish up on phone and pill. Now I just study on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the Night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our phone line of work, calls will go over your oeuvre schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my Day off are Thursday and Fri. The program had been to meet up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our military personnel and char. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the like situation, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a night owl, like me ; she loved nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was sort of not honest, since our preparation classes for this job had started at 6 A.M.

That was where we had met, Joanna and I. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Indian name, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. Full-blooded Comanche Amerind. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could salute to a greater extent beer in a single ice than most masses could in a solid even, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and polish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more touchy in her anatomy. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The commodity form of weird. She always wore her hairsbreadth in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the cover of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair with stripe of blonde. If you 've ever seen peach from final fancy X, then you form of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about half of her fount. She wore glasses, so in our training class she was always blowing strand of it out of her pilus. And she almost always wore iniquity clothing and colored lipstick of some character, usually a coloration she called `` death blue. '' I thought it was kind of lovely. And she was n't too a great deal older than I was ; only by about five month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out foresighted ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made program, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my speech sound back on ; for security reasonableness, phones were supposed to be switched off on the shout trading floor. The here and now it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief argument with myself, I text back : `` OMW ; c u soon. ``

I was soon in the car and driving down the main road towards El Reno, a xii min driving in the paired counsel of dwelling. When I got to the frontier settlement, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from shoemaker's last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The live time I was here, I 'd told a couple yob college students to shove off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed elk, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at in the beginning. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run preventive. I was good at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm effective at preventative for my lady acquaintance. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big pal, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % straight, but well-to-do enough with my sexuality that I can forge being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that Nox very uncomfortable and untrusting. That night, however, I did not do `` gay protagonist. '' At Joanna 's request, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first gear bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of pool with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the frontier settlement, and continued their game there. This meter, I made a compass point of holding her paw out in the give where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few forehead kisses. They caught the trace at 1st, but every beer they took in made them tawdry and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our drinkable when one of the guy cut between us and tried to drop off his manus into Joanna 's fundament, nearly ripping her denim in the process, he was so rough.

'' Whoa ! '' she screamed. `` Not cool down ! ``

'' What 's your problem, dickhead ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breathing place. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the smell on his facial expression when Moose tapped him on the articulatio humeri and said, `` I think it 's time for your last margin call. '' His expression went from, `` who the the pits do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to face Moose, and craned his cervix to look up ... and up ... and up.

I grabbed his sidekick and said, `` You both need to go. Now. '' They left.

'' star sign the al-Qur'an, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to moose 's office in the game way, which consisted of a single billiards tabular array and an electronic flit gameboard. moose was seated at the promontory of the long table, her wonted hurler of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single largest half-baked stalk I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wider than a normal straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a mi. Alces alces had told us storey about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a particular post above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally fabled position at the outstation. But this was the kickoff time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her manpower, the nails of which were painted jet grim. As for myself, moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud calcium hydrate waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no long frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the feeding bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the feeding bottle in my hands and positioned my finger's breadth on the cap. long time ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look superintendent easy ; I only managed to slit my thumb spread out the first time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten twelvemonth later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetened `` go to hellhole '' tone I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to be active onto the adjacent one, preferably a cold one.

At outset, there was really no indication that this night was going to be different from any other night. We told stores about our client, particularly the stupe ones or the 1 who were pissed off for no reason other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main lounge. I sang a few Sung dynasty. Foo paladin, paradise, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never allow in it, could do a pretty unspoiled caricature of Florence + The political machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the house with The Eagles 's Hotel CA. Every calendar week, she would whistle that Sung dynasty and every hebdomad, she would collar it.

looking back, however, a few thing stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For newbie, she was normally a very timid person, even when she was drunk. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as full as she was at vocalizing, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our smash, Joanna and I would retreat to the plot elbow room where we would look at turns at throwing dart. `` The tabby of flit '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her younker, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could throw away fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get close, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could have ten dart flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other hand, was n't nearly so accurate or warm. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the border of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one occasion, missed the table entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a estimable laugh about it, though. And on this finical Night, she seemed to be enjoying herself Sir Thomas More than ever.

As we finished our game of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the mesa only to feel Minnie standing in strawman of us, someone 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phones ) in her bridge player as if to use up a picture show. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When final stage call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't wassail that very much, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty square, however. I could never save up with Alces alces in a boozing contest, but I could give my own for a few bottles and still be cool to drive.

I took concern of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was exclusive and I thought she was cute. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to steal a twenty in my car. After a few time, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always catch her in the act, or I 'd open it back the next day. She had started doing so again the week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd engorge that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to reckon that was a promise and not a threat, as she did it again that night.

Moose and her husband had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own device. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the motorcar. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so most everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her oculus glazed over with hunger.

'' Well, we do need to eat something. All that alcohol does n't sit well on an empty stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle House up the road. ``

Joanna got an tremendous smile on her cheek. `` Waffle star sign sounds fantastic. '' About that time, I felt her paw on my trouser. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my air pocket ! I kept my telephone in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerk away.

'' What- '' I started to exclaim, and then saw the twenty flutter to the ground. `` Oh, Jesus of Nazareth, Joanna, really ? ``

At first, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights expression like, `` I do n't eff what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, her formula changed to one of guilt.

'' I told you to stop that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit dun. `` Remember what I said endure workweek ? ``

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a blanket smile. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd block that I had used that particular verbiage to verbalise my displeasure in her actions. I was hoping she would just commend that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not gift her cooch for stuffing at that particular time, but she did pull down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose a bit to a greater extent of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in populace, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her chest. I had to be merely mental object with shoving the crumpled notice into her bra. She smiled widely as my hired hand plunged between her tits and stuck the 20 in battlefront of her pap. `` Sober me '' would not suffer done that, but `` salute me '' thought it was an incredible estimation. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a spirit on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a XX into a pair of 36DD tits.

Once the peak was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to back out first so she could fall out me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five second jog up the main road. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our intellectual nourishment. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

'' I can already feel the headache coming on, '' she complained.

'' You know what 's fantastic for vexation ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the copious sum of acetaminophen I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised agreement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly good for worry, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

'' And masturbation, '' I added. `` Unfortunately, since we are in public, I can only offer Tylenol. '' Joanna cracked a grinning, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll need it when I get home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost pensive for a moment. `` masturbation is fun, though. ``

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your cooperator to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

'' I squirt, '' she replied. I looked up, rather puzzled. What a random thing to mention. We were really going down this rabbit hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself jet before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not have been a conversation for a world restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the aurora, and the only other people present were in the kitchen cooking our solid food, I had a feeling it would slide.

'' And how do you do that ? '' I asked.

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved tips ? '' she clarified upon seeing my flurry expression. I actually knew what she was talking about, as I had seen a few of them before and knew what they looked like ; I just did n't make love that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the trick every time. ``

'' Well that leads to another inquiry, '' I began. `` Do you strip down, or last out clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the mode I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and forget everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled panties is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the good kind of pussy feeling. ``

'' Fish tacos, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our food had arrived. Once the waiter was gone, Joanna started up again. `` So what about you ? What makes your locomotive engine go ? ``

'' Oh, there 's a few things, '' I mused. `` I form of have a small brake shoe fetish. Not a foot fetich, but shoes. Like blackguard, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

'' Boring, '' she bemoaned. `` Anything weird ? ``

I thought about it for a mo ; of course of action, there was, but did I really want to plowshare that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only fair to take what I masturbated to.

'' Well, I have a matter for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked interested by this, so I continued. `` I also like Elsanna. '' This one got a puzzled look.

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

'' You ever see Frozen ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's gross ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to berate me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' wellspring, after I watched that movie for the first base meter, I developed a crush on Anna, the red-header. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a flat sucker for redheaded woodpecker. ``

'' Do n't change the subject, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a crush on the Anna, so I looked up some fan art. Saw 'Elsanna'mentioned on a Tumblr page and went down a cony maw. ``

'' That 's weird, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to break into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

'' I 'm starting to wish I had n't, '' she replied as she sipped her coffee. That was the end of that particular conversation, though we talked about other things while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the highway to the interchange where she went one way to get household, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a school text letting her know that I had gotten abode safely, and received one rachis from her a few minutes later informing me of the same. I then stripped off about of my clothes, save for my evening shorts and lay back on the bed. It was 3:45 when I fell asleep.

***

When I awoke, it was still dark out. I did n't know what sentence it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the exhibit, which normally showed the time in lustrous red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was damage. There was a auditory sensation, so elusive and quiet that it would have been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the dark, in finish secretiveness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of earphone. It was the audio of breathing.

person was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to get out who it was, but my trunk would n't travel. My branch would n't move, and neither would my arms. Only my head was innocent. I was n't restrained, at to the lowest degree it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more than minutes, or maybe it was bit, I 'm not sure. zippo moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pound weights. I eventually gave up and came to the finis that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my centre and tried to force myself to inflame up.

I opened my middle. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to work what my center were seeing at firstly, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was deathlike pale. Her clothes from earlier were gone, replaced by a very out-and-out objet d'art of dusky-coloured cloth that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every curve of her body through the material. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the flimsy cloth clung to her frontside like a wet T-shirt, showing off her rear mammilla as well as her kitty, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only former garments she wore were a twain of nigrify flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and inquire whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly put her fingerbreadth over it, the authoritative `` shush '' foretoken before she then straddled my stomach. I was right about her being freshly shaven ; her pussy was silky smooth against my abdomen, and rather coldness, too. In fact, all of her peel was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black ace across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the body of work. '' Her voice was a bit thick than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her optic and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a display board in the solitary place I was n't already. Then a curious thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a distich of very sharp ... something, I was n't sure as shooting what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own pedigree, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my eubstance tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from extraneous reflected on her sass, and I saw what looked very a lot like a yoke of elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the slim fabric dress she wore now hung loosely over her body, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A present moment later, she was shoving her genitals into my face. In the low Inner Light, I could barely make out the lineation of her puss fracture. What happened next must have got been a put-on of the ignitor, if this whole scenario was even genuine. As Joanna spread her legs wide, the inner lips of her slit opened up and I saw that they were in an odd figure ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

At least, that 's what it looked care ; as I said before, it all could give birth just been a magic trick of the light. But regardless of whether that 's what they looked like, Joanna then moved herself forward and sat down on my face.

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her frigid thigh pressed tightly against my cheek and temples. If this was a dream, might as well rolling with it. I stuck out my lingua and dragged it through her dent. She lolled her head back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my articulatio radiocarpea down, her nails digging into my pelt. My natural language soon went dead, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` livelihood going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clitoris and lips. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her legs were pressed right up against my ear, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like blood rushing through her nervure. It was like her tenderness was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, fuck yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of thought. She relaxed her grip on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her kitty was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now suck my clit. Hard. '' My backtalk closed around her button and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` collation it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't sure enough what was stranger at this percentage point : the orders she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the orders she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to impress her hips back and off very quickly, her clit still pinned between my dentition. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big intimation now, her clit throbbing as blood line dripped into my sassing along with her own wetness.

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was unable to act, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my pectus ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt following to my body and looked down towards my shorts, where my erection had popped a tent. She eyed it with the Same hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the outstation. `` Your turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her helping hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waistline. Her nails continued to scratch down my humiliated torso until they found my put up pecker. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my short circuit down and my cock sprung free. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my unscathed stopcock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a present moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down question her head word made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her dentition scratched the undersurface of my cock, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to disembowel yet Thomas More blood.

I managed to purloin my psyche up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a loudly `` slurp '' while pulling my celestial pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprisal, she stuck out her natural language and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her glossa squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to coax every drop cloth from it. She then took her deal and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the bottom. `` This is a nice sized shaft, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my brain in accord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my hammer pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hired hand, while her free hand held up a bingle finger. She placed that finger's breadth between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of cloth ripping filled my ears and the movement of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her knifelike fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the threshold of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to steer me towards her snatch, pressing my head up against her prick. With a deep breath, she fell back down, and my tool went inside her. Inside her was even dusty than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the Lapp tightness, the like contract-relax action at law her throat gave. But here, her vaginal paries also pulsed and throbbed at the Lapp fourth dimension. It was almost like they were alive.

As my pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock pressed up against something firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glimpse of Joanna 's eyes for the first of all clock time ; they were no long their pattern emerald greens ; they were muted Second Earl Grey with a berth of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the paries that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my head even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to ride me, grinding back and forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal bulwark still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrust, my head word broke back through that wall, and I started to get the feeling that I was pushing past her neck directly into her uterus. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, cypher about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt grand. Her vaginal paries, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my Lucille Ball. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to reverberate on my pole. This felt even better, as every down leaping pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the rampart, and then break through a super-tight scuttle before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my muscle start to pinch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my berm, scratching her nails down the incline of my arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her backtalk against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same time, so full of life. I kissed back, our clapper twisting around one another, and I realized, for the beginning clip, that I could move. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her back end. Wait, I did n't have nails ...

I felt line drip onto my mitt, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor acute, and they were covered in blood. However, I shrugged it off. On any former night, it would look strange.

I pressed my nerve against Joanna 's breasts and began biting them. Rather heavily, I might add. Too severely, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem to heed at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the intention of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my head, there were blooming bite marks where my teeth had pierced her flesh. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these injury looked like they had been made by some vicious animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not for sure where my head went to next, but something deep within my nous snapped, and took over my organic structure. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a lunatic. And with each push, grotesque and inhuman sounds escaped my pharynx. I bit at her boob, carved bloody gash in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather rich amounts of lineage began to flux onto the bed. And as our consistence pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to open up more wounds on her body with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the Lapplander. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the weather sheet, the bulwark, my apparel on the story, and even Joanna 's torso, which became unenviable as the blood dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain sensation and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My paw squeezed, and she her scream became petite gasp for air. Her eye soon rolled into the back of her point, her consistence tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her pussy tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprised that her insides were n't mush by now, considering everything that I was throwing at her !

'' Oh, I 'm cumming, I 'm cummng ! '' Joanna meekly squealed, and it drove me over the bound. I gave one final Creator push, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throbbing of my tool seemed to send Sir Thomas More of my seeded player into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her organic structure was glistening with line of descent now, and I could n't tell if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with thick gash on our arms, book binding, and trunk, there was a dependable luck that it was an equal total of both.

As she finally came back down from her eminent, she lifted back off of me. My peter fell limply from her cunt, and I saw just how tremendous it was for the first clock time since it had first entered her. Then, it was just an average-sized penis. Not pornstar-sized, but it got the job done. But now, I was staring at a fiend of a pole, over a substructure long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to drip cum like a tattling faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get fraught. '' She laughed, but not the normal gag that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeply joke, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to deal. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers to the full of my thick, awkward cum from her pussy and stuck them in her backtalk. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer textile clothes she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those chopper white fang again. This time, though, they were stained with old salt of dry out blood.

'' We 'll get to do that again soon, buff boy ... '' she whispered into my ear, nibbling playfully on my earlobe. She then floated back into the air, where, with a snap of her fingers and an almighty tornado, everything went dark.

***

My centre snapped open the following morning, and the low thing I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My point was pounding, my dream from the night before just a fragmented memory board. My eye hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling imperfect and pestiferous. I had apparently drunk more than than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signs of a hangover, and a trade good rain shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my exhibitioner stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my school text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the telephone and saw it was a picture message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the picture Moose had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the fleet game. We looked sort of cute in the pic, I 'll admit.

I was about to learn the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's grinning : there, in Joanna 's wide smiling, was a twain of what looked very often like elongated, pearl white tooth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the picture and read the accompanying content with a feel of unease :

'' Love this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll have to do that again soon, lover boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my pipe dream. I remembered Joanna 's late night sojourn, and the kiss she planted on my back talk, and the drop albumen Fang that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two sinister red circuit just above my clavicle, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fang of hers. And as I looked closer at my unhurt consistence, I noticed the scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint mark. I turned to my rain shower, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down film of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. sure enough, I now possessed a twosome of lamia fangs, right where Joanna 's were. At that point, I said the only thing that made horse sense to say.

'' fountainhead, fuck. ''