It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the telephone. The queue for Tier 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone technical foul supporting. I used to do actual restore on phones and lozenge. Now I just work on the software program. The client I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the dark. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our product line of work, calls will go over your work docket. You can birth up to twenty hour of overtime per week.

It was my Fri. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to contact up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our military man and fair sex. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our ally Joanna there.

We all worked at the same seat, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a Nox owl, like me ; she loved nighttime. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was form of not true, since our training 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 Amerindian language figure, Minnie `` European elk '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Amerind. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could imbibe more than beer in a individual glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and conclusion 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more soft in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The good kind of Wyrd. She always wore her hair in a rather rummy way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the rachis of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her coloured hairsbreadth with stripe of blonde. If you 've ever seen Lulu from Final Fantasy X, then you kind of have an estimate what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about half of her facial expression. She wore glasses, so in our training form she was always blowing Strand of it out of her fuzz. And she almost always wore dark habiliment and colored lipstick of some type, usually a people of color she called `` demise blue. '' I thought it was sort of adorable. And she was n't too often older than I was ; only by about five calendar month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out tenacious ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go family. As I left the building, I switched my earphone back on ; for security reasons, phones were supposed to be switched off on the call floor. The second it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

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

I was soon in the car and driving down the highway towards El Reno, a twelve minute movement in the opposite charge of menage. When I got to the Outpost, the gatekeeper did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The go fourth dimension I was here, I 'd told a twain rowdy college students to jostle off. They had been making trouble all dark, and had actually followed European elk, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at earlier. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run intervention. I was good at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm good at interference for my ma'am friends. I 'm either `` beau, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay acquaintance '' was my preferred. I 'm 100 % straight, but prosperous enough with my sexuality that I can manipulate being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that dark very uncomfortable and mistrustful. That night, however, I did not do `` gay Quaker. '' At Joanna 's petition, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the low gear bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few plot of syndicate with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the outstation, and continued their game there. This time, I made a point of holding her hand out in the open where they could n't escape it, and gave her a few forehead kiss. They caught the speck at first, but every beer they took in made them loud and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our drinks when one of the guy rope cut between us and tried to luxate his hand into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her jeans in the process, he was so rough.

'' Whoa ! '' she screamed. `` Not sang-froid ! ``

'' What 's your problem, dickhead ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't think of what he said, but I remember the feeling on his look when elk tapped him on the berm and said, `` I think it 's time for your last song. '' His expression went from, `` who the hell do you consider you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to side Moose, and craned his neck opening to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the book, '' the doorkeeper said. I signed my name in the Scripture like I always did, and went back to Moose 's berth in the game room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic flit board. Alces alces was seated at the head of the farseeing tabular array, her wonted pitcher of tap beer sitting in movement of her, with what was perhaps the single largest wild straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five time full than a normal straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a knot. Moose had told us stories about this rather legendary husk before, about how it held a especial stead above the inebriant behind the bar because of her equally fabled status at the outpost. But this was the low gear 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 faery gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, Alces alces had taken it upon herself to bear a Bud unslaked lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no longer frosty from being overbold out of the electric refrigerator, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. year ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summertime and he had taught me this fast one to uncap a beer bottleful by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look crack easy ; I only managed to slice my quarter round open the first time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten years 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 sweetest `` go to Hell '' spirit I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the succeeding one, preferably a cold one.

At first, 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 stupid 1 or the ones who were pissed off for no reason other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main sofa. I sang a few Sung dynasty. Foo paladin, Nirvana, blackness Sabbath, and Johnny cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good imitation of Firenze + The political machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the sign of the zodiac with The Eagles 's Hotel Calif.. Every week, she would tattle that song and every week, she would nail it.

looking back, however, a few things stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For starters, 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 good as she was at singing, she was always very soaked, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very exalt and flirty.

Once we had a beat or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would back out to the game room where we would take play at throwing dart. `` The queen of Darts '' was a rubric that my mother bad proudly held in her youth, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could throw 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 darts flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the early hired hand, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the border of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one social occasion, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this particular night, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than ever.

As we finished our secret plan of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the mesa only to find Minnie standing in front of us, person 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had exchangeable phones ) in her hand as if to hold a movie. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her natural language out to where she was almost licking the incline of my look. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When shoemaker's last Call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that much, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty strong, however. I could never keep up with Moose in a drinking contest, but I could hold my own for a few feeding bottle and still be cool to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was cute. I did this every calendar week ; at beginning, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a 20 in my car. After a few times, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always charm her in the act, or I 'd give 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 gormandize that XX up her cooch. She seemed to consider that was a hope and not a threat, as she did it again that night.

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

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her eyes 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 mansion up the route. ``

Joanna got an enormous grinning on her face. `` Waffle business firm sounds terrific. '' About that time, I felt her hired man on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my phone in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

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

At initiative, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights facial expression like, `` I do n't know what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the XX, her face changed to one of guilt.

'' I told you to stop that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit frustrating. `` Remember what I said finis calendar week ? ``

'' That you were gon na gorge it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide smiling. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd block that I had used that picky wording to state my displeasure in her actions. I was hoping she would just think that I had asked her not to do it again.

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

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a forefront nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely contented with shoving the crumpled billhook into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in social movement of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not accept done that, but `` fuddle me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feel on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a couple of 36DD tits.

Once the circular 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 conform to me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five arcminute jog up the highway. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our food. 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 fantastical for concern ? '' I asked, intending to make for up the rich amount of Tylenol I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in storm arrangement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly good for headaches, 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 Anacin III. '' Joanna cracked a smiling, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get place. '' She sank back into her rear and seemed almost wistful for a moment. `` Masturbation is fun, though. ``

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your partner 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 hare maw, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could cause me do it, but I 've made myself squirt before. ``

Six hr ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public eating house. But given that it was just after two in the morn, and the only other people pose were in the kitchen cooking our 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 baksheesh ? '' she clarified upon seeing my confused 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 know that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the illusion every metre. ``

'' wellspring that leads to another question, '' I began. `` Do you denudate down, or stay clothed ? ``

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

'' Pisces the Fishes 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 engine go ? ``

'' Oh, there 's a few affair, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a small shoe fetish. Not a foot fetish, but shoes. Like bounder, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute ; of form, there was, but did I really want to share that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only fair to admit 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 earthy ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to lambast me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' fountainhead, after I watched that pic for the number one fourth dimension, I developed a crush on Anna, the redhead. That 's another affair that I absolutely love. I 'm a full-strength chump for redheads. ``

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

'' Well, like I said, I had a crunch on the Anna, so I looked up some fan art. Saw 'Elsanna'mentioned on a Tumblr varlet and went down a rabbit hole. ``

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

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle mansion, I followed her up the main road to the interchange where she went one way to get house, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got place. I sent Joanna a school text letting her know that I had gotten rest home safely, and received one rear from her a few min later informing me of the Same. I then stripped off most 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 love what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the display, which normally showed the clip in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite noisome, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a audio, so subtle and quiet that it would hold been unobtrusive had I been fully arouse. But lying there in the night, in terminated quiet, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the strait of breathing.

Someone was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my body would n't run. My stage would n't move, and neither would my implements of war. Only my head was free. 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 minutes, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not trusted. zip moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pound weights. I eventually gave up and came to the close that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to drive myself to wake up.

I opened my middle. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My mind refused to march what my eyes were seeing at showtime, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her cutis was deathlike pale. Her wearing apparel from originally were gone, replaced by a very curve piece of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every bend of her body through the cloth. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the slight fabric clung to her frontside like a wet jersey, showing off her tumid nipples as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a duet of dark flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and marvel whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my back talk to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the authoritative `` shush '' foretoken before she then straddled my abdomen. I was right about her being freshly shaven ; her twat was silken smooth against my paunch, and rather insensate, too. In fact, all of her skin was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black pinpoint across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her phonation was a bit mystifying than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lour lip. I was suddenly stiff as a circuit card in the lone place I was n't already. Then a queer matter happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a twain of very sharp ... something, I was n't sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the interior of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own lineage, but not much of it. She moved down my Kuki-Chin to my neck opening, where she bit down again, this fourth dimension a bit more painfully. I felt my body tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a luminousness from alfresco reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very very much like a twain of elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the lose weight cloth clothes she wore now hung loosely over her soundbox, still waving wildly in the still air of the flat. A moment later, she was shoving her genitalia into my expression. In the low light, I could barely make out the scheme of her pussy wisecrack. What happened side by side must have been a whoremonger of the light, if this unharmed scenario was even existent. As Joanna spread her pegleg wide, the intimate back talk of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd form ; they resembled the backstage of a bat.

At least, that 's what it looked like ; as I said before, it all could have just been a 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 dusty thighs pressed tightly against my cheeks and temples. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my natural language and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her head back in go and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my radiocarpal joint down, her nails digging into my tegument. My tongue soon went benumbed, 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 clit and lips. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her legs were pressed right up against my auricle, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like roue rushing through her vena. It was like her sum was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, bonk yes, '' she moaned, derailing my geartrain of thought. She relaxed her bobby pin on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her pussy was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now absorb my button. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clitoris and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it shed blood. ``

I was n't surely what was stranger at this point : the edict she was barking at me, or the fact that my pecker was straining inside my underdrawers 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 act her rosehip back and Forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my dentition. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her stemma in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as parentage dripped into my mouth along with her own wetness.

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

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her cop continued to scratch down my down torso until they found my raise cock. She dragged one nail up the undersurface, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my shorts down and my cock sprung free. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my unharmed cock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a here and now before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my terminal as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my rooster, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to tie yet more blood.

I managed to lift my head up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her oral cavity as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her mouth. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my peter. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my overeat rod, attempting to coax every drop from it. She then took her hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a nice size cock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my head in accord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a ready to hand with one hand, while her give up manus held up a single finger. She placed that digit between her knocker and dragged down. The speech sound of material ripping filled my pinna and the front end of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me quicker until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the mitt she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her snatch, pressing my capitulum up against her twat. With a mystifying breath, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even cold than her tegument, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same minginess, the Sami contract-relax action at law her throat gave. But here, her vaginal paries also pulsed and throbbed at the same time. 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 house. 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 time ; they were no prospicient their convention emerald viridity ; they were muffled grey with a spot of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one Sir Thomas More request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. sympathize ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in understanding. Suddenly, the bulwark that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my forefront even further inside than I thought was potential. Joanna then started to ride me, grinding back and forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrust, my headland broke back through that wall, and I started to get the impression that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her uterus. I was n't even surely if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal walls, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my pole. This felt even improve, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the bulwark, and then dampen through a super-tight opening before emerging into her uterus. I could find my muscle start to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the scepter of cumming.

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her mouth against mine. Again, they were low temperature, but at the same sentence, so full of life. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the offset time, that I could move. My coat of arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. time lag, I did n't have nails ...

I felt stemma drip onto my hand, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder joint. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor shrewd, and they were covered in lineage. However, I shrugged it off. On any other night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my facial expression against Joanna 's breast and began biting them. Rather intemperately, I might add. Too operose, perhaps. But Joanna did n't look to listen at all. In fact, it seemed to attend to the purpose of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my head, there were bloody bite Gospel According to Mark where my teeth had pierced her physique. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these wounding looked like they had been made by some vicious animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure as shooting where my head went to next, but something deep within my creative thinker snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal inherent aptitude, 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 madman. And with each poke, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved all-fired gashes in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her clavicle. Rather copious amount of blood began to fall onto the bed. And as our torso pressed together in sensual bliss, I began to open up Sir Thomas More wounds on her physical structure with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the Same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the rampart, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's consistence, which became gluey as the blood dried.

'' Oh, get it on ! '' she screamed in a mixture of bother and pleasance. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her wow became midget gasps for air. Her eyes soon rolled into the dorsum of her head, 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 surprise 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 examination Creator thrust, bristle back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so arduous before ; each throb of my cock seemed to mail more than of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my rachis and pulled her on top of me. Her soundbox was glistening with blood now, and I could n't tell if virtually of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slice on our arms, backs, and trunk, there was a full prospect that it was an peer amount of money of both.

As she finally came back down from her high-pitched, she lifted back off of me. My cock fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the low 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 monster of a Pole, over a foot long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was tremendous, '' she moaned, running a helping hand through her cunt, which had started to drip cum like a leaky faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her peel. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a miss like that again, she 's liable to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laugh, 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 care. I just lay on my rachis, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers full of my thick, sticky cum from her pussy and cleave them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer fabric wearing apparel she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly white fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with loads of dry blood.

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

***

My eyes snapped open the succeeding morning, and the first thing I saw was my consternation clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my aspiration from the night before just a disunited storage. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my completely trunk ached, feeling feeble and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the sign of the zodiac of a hangover, and a good shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to remain firm up and walked to my shower stall.

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

I was about to show the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a duad of what looked very much like elongated, pearl Edward White tooth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the photograph and read the accompanying message with a feeling of unease :

'' be intimate this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll take in to do that again soon, lover boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's latterly Night visit, and the osculation she planted on my lips, and the drop T. H. White fangs that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in figurehead of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red rope just above my clavicle, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked closer at my whole body, I noticed the scars. Every wounding that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint scars. I turned to my shower, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down picture show of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. trusted enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire Fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that point, I said the sole affair that made sense to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''