It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the sound. The queue for Tier 1 had closed over an hr ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone expert support. I used to do genuine remediate on phones and tablets. Now I just work on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her reckoner that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of work, phone call will go over your work schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our serviceman and women. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our supporter Joanna there.

We all worked at the same billet, 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 dark. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not true, since our grooming 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 Red Indian name, Minnie `` Alces alces '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Amerind. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink to a greater extent beer in a single trash than to the highest degree masses could in a all evening, and still be sober decent to drive Daytona 500 and finis 4th or better.

Joanna, on the former hand, was a bit more finespun in her material body. She was a curvy girl, and kinda Weird. The good form of Weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pivot, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair with bar of blond. If you 've ever seen knockout from Final Fantasy X, then you kind of have an theme what it looks like.

She also had rush that covered about half of her face. She wore meth, so in our training class she was always blowing string of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore night clothing and colored lip rouge of some type, usually a color she called `` death blue. '' I thought it was sort of lovely. And she was n't too lots older than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long 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 abode. As I left the building, I switched my telephone set back on ; for security ground, telephone were supposed to be switched off on the call option storey. The moment it booted back up, I got a text edition 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 highway towards El Reno, a twelve hour driving in the inverse direction of nursing home. When I got to the outstation, the door guard did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from death fourth dimension. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd recount a span rowdy college scholar to jostle off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed European elk, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at to begin with. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run interference. I was skillful at that. Not a particularly well wingman, but I 'm good at interference for my lady acquaintance. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay admirer. ``

'' Gay ally '' was my deary. I 'm 100 % full-strength, but well-fixed enough with my sexuality that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and leery. That night, however, I did not do `` gay ally. '' At Joanna 's request, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the number 1 bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few plot 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 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 miss it, and gave her a few forehead kisses. They caught the mite at first, but every beer they took in made them gimcrack and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our drink when one of the bozo cut between us and tried to slip his mitt into Joanna 's ass, nearly ripping her dungaree in the summons, he was so rough.

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

'' 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 commemorate what he said, but I remember the expression on his face when Moose tapped him on the berm and said, `` I think it 's time for your hold out call. '' His expression went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm get laid '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to brass Moose, and craned his neck opening to search up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the book, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the Scripture like I always did, and went back to Alces alces 's spot in the secret plan room, which consisted of a single billiards board and an electronic flit display panel. Moose was seated at the psyche of the long table, her customary hurler of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single gravid crazy straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times spacious than a convention wheat, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a burl. Moose had told us write up about this rather legendary stalk before, about how it held a special place above the alcoholic drink behind the bar because of her equally fabled status at the outpost. But this was the 1st time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated succeeding to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet blacken. As for myself, elk had taken it upon herself to take in a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no yearner frosty from being fresh out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would wreak for me.

I took the bottle in my hired man and positioned my fingers on the cap. Years 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 search super easy ; I only managed to slice up my thumb unfold the world-class fourth dimension I tried. I was XV. Now, ten years later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the bulwark behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to Hell '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the next 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 computer storage about our customer, particularly the unintelligent ones or the 1 who were pissed off for no intellect other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the briny lounge. I sang a few birdsong. Foo scrapper, Shangri-la, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Reb hard cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never allow it, could do a pretty unspoilt imitation of Firenze + The simple machine. But it was Alces alces who always brought down the house with The Eagles 's Hotel Golden State. Every week, she would blab that Sung and every week, she would peg it.

Looking back, however, a few things stuck out as ... unlike about Joanna. For starters, she was normally a very timid soul, even when she was inebriate. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as near as she was at telling, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That dark, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a turn or two of karaoke under our belt, Joanna and I would pull away to the plot elbow room where we would film turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of Darts '' was a form of address that my mother bad proudly held in her young, 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 snug, and I always got the dart grouped together. I could birth ten dart flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other handwriting, was n't nearly so exact or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one function, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the bulwark. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this particular night, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than than ever.

As we finished our secret plan of flit, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to find Minnie standing in front line of us, someone 's speech sound ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phones ) in her hand as if to lead a image. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the incline of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When last outcry rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drink that lots, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid, 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 aid of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly matter to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was cute. I did this every workweek ; at for the first time, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty dollar bill in my car. After a few meter, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always take in her in the act, or I 'd pay 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 englut that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a terror, as she did it again that night.

Moose and her husband had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own devices. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the elevator car. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so about 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 abandon venter, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle House up the route. ``

Joanna got an tremendous grin on her human face. `` Waffle House sounds wonderful. '' About that time, I felt her hand on my bloomers. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my phone in that detail pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerk away.

'' What- '' I started to shout, and then saw the twenty dollar bill disruption to the flat coat. `` Oh, Jesus, Joanna, really ? ``

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

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

'' That you were gon na engorge it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide smiling. I could n't help oneself but grin, too ; I 'd leave that I had used that particular verbiage to verbalize my displeasure in her actions. I was hoping she would just recollect that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not present her cooch for stuffing at that particular time, but she did rive down the neck of her shirt just enough to disclose a bit Thomas More of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a brain nod down towards her bosom. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled banknote into her bra. She smiled widely as my paw plunged between her knocker and stuck the 20 in front man of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not hold done that, but `` fuddle me '' thought it was an incredible idea. 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 twenty into a pair of 36DD tits.

Once the bill 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 adopt me to Waffle menage, which was n't too far away ; only a five arcminute jog up the main road. We got to the articulation, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to feel the impression of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's marvellous for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to make for up the ample amount of acetaminophen 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 right 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 extend Panadol. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get home. '' She sank back into her rump 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 quotation. We were really going down this rabbit yap, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could pee me do it, but I 've made myself jet before. ``

Six hour ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only other multitude acquaint were in the kitchen cooking our food, I had a intuitive 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 gratuity ? '' she clarified upon seeing my broken construction. 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 get it on that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the trick every clock time. ``

'' Well that leads to another interrogation, '' I began. `` Do you ransack down, or quell clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and allow 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 form of pussy smell. ``

'' Fish taco, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our food had arrived. Once the server 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 sort of have a small shoe fetish. Not a groundwork fetish, but shoe. Like bounder, flats, pumps, matter like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute ; of trend, 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 let in what I masturbated to.

'' Well, I have a thing for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked matter to 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 flagrant ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to dress down me. `` They 're baby ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' well, after I watched that movie for the start metre, I developed a infatuation on Anna, the Melanerpes erythrocephalus. That 's another matter that I absolutely love. I 'm a unbent mug for redheads. ``

'' Do n't change the discipline, '' 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 rabbit hollow. ``

'' That 's weird, '' she said, shaking her capitulum and trying not to interrupt 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 early affair while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the main road to the exchange where she went one way to get home, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten family safely, and received one back from her a few mo later informing me of the Saame. I then stripped off about of my wearing apparel, save for my even 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 fourth dimension it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the video display, which normally showed the metre in brightly red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a sound, so subtle and quiet that it would experience been unobtrusive had I been fully awake. But lying there in the dark, in complete secretiveness, 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 move. My wooden leg would n't move, and neither would my arms. Only my head was resign. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't finger like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more minutes, or maybe it was secondment, I 'm not sure. nil moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand British pound sterling weights. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other account for this ! I closed my middle and tried to hale myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My wit refused to process what my eye were seeing at first-class honours degree, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her pelt was deathly pale. Her clothes from earliest were gone, replaced by a very sheer bit of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like hummer. I could see every breaking ball of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin out cloth clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her set up nipples as well as her pussycat, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a pair of black flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and question 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 classic `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my venter. I was right about her being freshly shaven ; her pussy was satiny smooth against my belly, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her hide was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black-market arrest across my brass as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her voice was a bit recondite than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a plank in the solitary place I was n't already. Then a amusing thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very acute ... something, I was n't trusted what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the interior of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own pedigree, but not much of it. She moved down my mentum to my cervix, where she bit down again, this metre a bit more painfully. I felt my consistence tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very practically like a pair of elongated, off-white Patrick Victor Martindale White teeth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin fabric clothes she wore now hung loosely over her eubstance, still waving wildly in the still air of the flat. A moment later, she was shoving her crotch into my face. In the low illumination, I could barely make out the outline of her pussy offer. What happened next must have been a magic trick of the light, if this whole scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her legs wide, the inner lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd form ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

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

'' slug me, '' she demanded, her coldness thighs pressed tightly against my buttock and temples. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her nous back in cristal and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrists down, her nails digging into my cutis. My spit soon went benumbed, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` sustenance 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 branch were pressed right up against my ears, yet I could n't get a line anything that would fathom like blood rushing through her veins. It was like her marrow was n't beating at all.

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

I was n't sure enough what was stranger at this period : the parliamentary law she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my trunks because I was so turned on by the order she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a strangle squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to move her hips 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 hint now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my mouthpiece along with her own wetness.

'' salutary boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was unable to make a motion, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to set off. Joanna now knelt side by side to my eubstance and looked down towards my shorts, where my hard-on had popped a tent. She eyed it with the Saami hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your bout, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her deal and raked her nails across my venter before digging under my shank. Her nails continued to scratch down my low-pitched trunk until they found my erect cock. She dragged one nail up the bottom, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my shorts down and my cock sprung unfreeze. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my whole putz. I could feel myself inching further down her pharynx, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motility her foreland made, gently massaging and squeezing my Pole as she went. And her dentition scratched the underside of my cock, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the foreland, threatening to draw yet Sir Thomas More blood.

I managed to lift my fountainhead up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my perch from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her natural language and wrapped it completely around my cock. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my ingurgitate rod, attempting to inveigle every drop from it. She then took her paw and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the bottom. `` This is a nice sized putz, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my head teacher in arrangement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my prick pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hand, while her free handwriting held up a bingle finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ear and the nominal head of her sheer frock fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me quick until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body gage up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to maneuver me towards her puss, pressing my head up against her incision. With a deep breath, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even colder than her skin, if that was potential. And even here, I felt the same parsimoniousness, the same contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal walls also pulsed and throbbed at the Lapplander 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 shaft 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 middle for the first meter ; they were no long their normal emerald greens ; they were dull grey with a spot 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 Fang 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 taunt me, grinding back and Forth River on my pelvic girdle. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each stab, my brain broke back through that bulwark, and I started to get the imprint that I was pushing past her neck directly into her uterus. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal paries, still ice common cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my bollock. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to spring on my rod. This felt even better, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the wall, and then break through a super-tight curtain raising before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my brawniness start to pinch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must receive known, because she dug her digit into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my weaponry, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same time, so good of life-time. I kissed back, our spit twisting around one another, and I realized, for the inaugural prison term, that I could run. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. Wait, I did n't take in nails ...

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

I pressed my face against Joanna 's tit and began biting them. Rather punishing, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem to mind at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the purpose of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my head, there were blinking morsel scratch where my teeth had pierced her soma. Was that done with my tooth ? I wondered, because these lesion looked like they had been made by some barbarous animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure where my mind went to next, but something deep within my nous snapped, and took over my physical structure. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more fast-growing, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each thrust, monstrous and cold speech sound escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved all-fired slice in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious quantity of descent began to flow onto the bed. And as our dead body pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to unfold up more wounds on her consistency with every sting, every mark of my fingernails, and she did the like. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the paries, my clothes on the trading floor, and even Joanna 's body, which became sticky as the blood dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixed bag of botheration and pleasure. I took my manus and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her riot became tiny gasps for air. Her optic soon rolled into the back of her head teacher, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my book binding, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her pussy tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was storm that her interior 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 edge. I gave one final almighty jabbing, bust back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my putz seemed to send more of my germ into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her body was glistening with roue now, and I could n't secernate if virtually of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slash on our weapons system, dorsum, and torsos, there was a good chance that it was an equal amount of both.

As she finally came back down from her in high spirits, she lifted back off of me. My prick fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the foremost fourth dimension 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 goliath of a pole, over a foot long and glistening with a potpourri of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hired hand through her pussycat, which had started to drip cum like a leaky spigot. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her hide. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal gag that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a abstruse laughter, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but individual inside her, possessing her. But I did n't worry ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingerbreadth good of my thick, glutinous cum from her slit and stuck them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer fabric dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly-white Andrew D. White Fang again. This time, though, they were stained with Jack of dry out blood.

'' We 'll have 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 snap of her fingerbreadth and an Almighty sally, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped open the next aurora, and the commencement thing I saw was my alarm clock presentation reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my dream from the night before just a disconnected retention. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my all body ached, feeling sapless and marked-up. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signs of a hangover, and a good shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my shower stall.

As I washed my physical structure off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a pictorial matter message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the photo Moose had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the dart game. We looked kind of cute in the characterisation, I 'll admit.

I was about to understand the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide smiling, was a pair of what looked very much like elongated, off-white Patrick White teeth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

I closed the photograph and understand the accompanying content with a flavor of disquiet :

'' lie with this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll cause to do that again soon, devotee boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's late dark visit, and the kiss she planted on my backtalk, and the bead white fangs that were clearly seeable even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the john and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked closer at my hale body, I noticed the scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the Night before had healed, leaving behind faint scrape. I turned to my shower, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down moving-picture show of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. for certain enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire Fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that dot, I said the only thing that made sentiency to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''