It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. 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 keep. I used to do literal repairs on speech sound and tab. Now I just work on the software program. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly foul 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 note of work, shout will go over your employment schedule. You can have up to twenty 60 minutes of extra time per week.

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

We all worked at the like place, 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 Nox. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind 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 Indian name, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. Full-blooded Comanche Amerind. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could fuddle more beer in a single spyglass than most masses could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to force back Daytona 500 and close 4th or better.

Joanna, on the former deal, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a well-endowed girl, and kinda Weird. The secure kind of weird. She always wore her tomentum in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of kind, held up with hair pin tumbler, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her sinister hair with bar of blond. If you 've ever seen Lulu from final Fantasy X, then you sort of have an melodic theme what it looks like.

She also had strike that covered about half of her face. She wore shabu, so in our training class she was always blowing filament of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore gloomy wearable and colored lipstick of some character, usually a color she called `` death blueness. '' I thought it was kind of adorable. And she was n't too practically quondam than I was ; only by about five calendar month 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 home. As I left the edifice, I switched my telephone back on ; for security grounds, phones were supposed to be switched off on the call floor. The moment it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief contestation 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 drive in the opposite counsel of place. When I got to the Outpost, the door guard did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from finale time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The stopping point time I was here, I 'd evidence a match tough college bookman to squeeze off. They had been making worry all Night, 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 interference. I was dear at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm proficient at encumbrance for my lady friends. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay protagonist '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % straight person, but well-situated enough with my sexuality that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ace who tried to hit on Joanna that Night very uncomfortable and leery. That night, however, I did not do `` gay protagonist. '' At Joanna 's petition, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first-class honours degree bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few game 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 outpost, and continued their secret plan there. This sentence, I made a stop of holding her hand out in the exposed where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few brow candy kiss. They caught the wind at world-class, but every beer they took in made them louder and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our crapulence when one of the guy cable cut between us and tried to slip his hand into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her denim in the summons, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your trouble, shit ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to front me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't think of what he said, but I remember the face on his nerve when Moose tapped him on the articulatio humeri and said, `` I think it 's time for your final shout. '' His expression went from, `` who the blaze do you remember you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to typeface Moose, and craned his neck to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the leger, '' the doorman said. I signed my figure in the record book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's spot in the game room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic flit board. European elk was seated at the head of the long table, her wonted hurler of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the exclusive largest crazy straw 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 knot. Moose had told us stories about this rather legendary husk before, about how it held a special home above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the Outpost. But this was the first meter I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated adjacent to her, a mix of vodka and fay gripped firmly in her deal, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, Alces alces had taken it upon herself to suffer a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a present moment, because it was no longer frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would put to work for me.

I took the bottle in my script and positioned my fingers on the cap. year 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 take care super easy ; I only managed to slice my ovolo open the get-go time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten geezerhood 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 the pits '' face I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to be active onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At first, there was really no indication that this Nox was going to be different from any other night. We told stores about our client, particularly the dazed ones 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 lounge. I sang a few songs. Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, and greyback Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty goodness imitation of Florence + The Machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the menage with The Eagles 's Hotel California. Every week, she would babble that song and every week, she would breeze through it.

looking at back, however, a few matter 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 stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very liven up and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would recede to the game elbow room where we would take turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of Darts '' was a championship that my mother bad proudly held in her youth, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could shed fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get penny-pinching, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could ingest ten flit flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other hired hand, was n't nearly so accurate or spry. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the board or, on at least one occasion, missed the circuit 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 to a greater extent than ever.

As we finished our secret plan of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to get hold Minnie standing in front of us, someone 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar headphone ) in her mitt as if to take a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her glossa out to where she was almost licking the side of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When conclusion song 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 solid, however. I could never keep up with elk in a imbibition contest, but I could contain my own for a few bottles and still be cool to drive.

I took forethought 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 week ; at outset, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few metre, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always catch her in the act, or I 'd make it back the following day. She had started doing so again the week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to intend that was a promise and not a scourge, 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 auto. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so most everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her optic 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 route. ``

Joanna got an enormous smiling on her side. `` Waffle House sounds wild. '' About that metre, I felt her hand on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my earpiece in that particular proposition pocket, so I naturally freaked out and buck away.

'' What- '' I started to promulgate, and then saw the XX waver to the ground. `` Oh, Jesus, Joanna, really ? ``

At get-go, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights aspect like, `` I do n't experience what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the XX, her expression 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 last workweek ? ``

'' That you were gon na scarf out it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd leave that I had used that specific verbiage to express my displeasure in her activity. I was hoping she would just remember 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 pull down the cervix of her shirt just enough to reveal a bit more of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in populace, anyway, '' she explained as she made a nous nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely contented with shoving the crumple bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her titmouse and stuck the twenty in forepart of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not feature done that, but `` toast me '' thought it was an unbelievable melodic theme. 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 dollar bill into a twosome of 36DD tits.

Once the handbill 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 follow me to Waffle sign, which was n't too far away ; only a five mo jog up the highway. 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 terrific for vexation ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the ample amount of acetaminophen I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprise agreement ; she was n't awry. Sex was supposedly safe for cephalalgia, 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 Tempra. '' 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 ass 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 better half to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

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

Six hours ago, this would not accept been a conversation for a populace restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only early people award were in the kitchen cooking our food, I had a tactile sensation 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 illogical verbal 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 get it on that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the put-on every time. ``

'' Well that leads to another question, '' I began. `` Do you strip down, or detain clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the humor I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before employment, I take my pantie off and entrust everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled panty is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't signify the good variety of pussy olfactory perception. ``

'' Fish greaser, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our food for thought 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 things, '' I mused. `` I sort of have a small shoe fetich. Not a foot hoodoo, but shoes. Like bounder, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute ; of course, there was, but did I really want to contribution that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only bonny to include 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 gross ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to berate me. `` They 're babe ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' fountainhead, after I watched that movie for the starting time time, I developed a crush on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight person fall guy for redheads. ``

'' Do n't modify 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 rabbit fix. ``

'' That 's weird, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to break off 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 things while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle firm, I followed her up the highway to the interchange where she went one way to get household, and I went the former. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten abode safely, and received one dorsum from her a few minutes later informing me of the same. I then stripped off well-nigh of my clothes, save for my evening short circuit 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 recognize what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the display, which normally showed the time in undimmed red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt restless ; not quite offensive, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a sound, so elusive and tranquillize that it would have been unobtrusive had I been fully awake. But lying there in the night, in complete silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the sound of breathing.

somebody was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out out who it was, but my consistence would n't move. My ramification would n't propel, and neither would my arms. Only my head was free. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more hour, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not sure. zippo moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pound weight unit. I eventually gave up and came to the determination that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my centre and tried to force myself to wake up.

I opened my centre. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My head refused to process what my eyes were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was mortal pale. Her dress from earlier were gone, replaced by a very veer slice of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every bender of her dead body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin fabric clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her erect nipple as well as her pussycat, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a pair of calamitous flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and wonder whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the classic `` shush '' signal before she then straddled my breadbasket. I was right about her being fresh shaven ; her puss was satiny smooth against my belly, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her tegument was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her Black person ace across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her voice was a bit inscrutable than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her oculus and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a board in the only if post I was n't already. Then a odd thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very sharp ... something, I was n't sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the interior of my crushed lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my Chin to my neck, 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 light from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a couplet of elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin fabric wearing apparel 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 crotch into my grimace. In the low light, I could barely get out the outline of her pussy sally. What happened next must give been a trick of the light, if this whole scenario was even material. As Joanna spread her legs wide of the mark, the inner rim of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd configuration ; they resembled the annexe of a bat.

At to the lowest degree, that 's what it looked comparable ; as I said before, it all could have just been a caper of the light. But regardless of whether that 's what they looked like, Joanna then moved herself forward and sat down on my face.

'' clout me, '' she demanded, her dusty second joint pressed tightly against my face and tabernacle. If this was a dreaming, might as well paradiddle with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her header back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrists down, her nails dig into my cutis. My tongue soon went asleep, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` Keep going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and lip. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her peg were pressed right up against my ears, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like blood rushing through her vein. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, sleep together yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of sentiment. She relaxed her suitcase on my carpus and started wriggling on my face. Her pussycat was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now give suck my clit. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it phlebotomise. ``

I was n't certain what was unknown at this point : the ordering she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my short circuit 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 proceed her hips back and forth 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 hint now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my sass along with her own wetness.

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffectual to motivate, and felt my fondness pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to set off. Joanna now knelt next to my body and looked down towards my shortstop, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the Saame hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waistline. Her nails continued to itch down my lower torso until they found my erect stopcock. She dragged one nail up the undersurface, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my short down and my cock sprung free. Before I could respond, Joanna leaned down and her sass swallowed my unit rooster. 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 motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my putz, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head teacher, threatening to draw yet more blood.

I managed to lift my head up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my rod from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my spear. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my gormandise 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 overnice sized cock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my heading in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hand, while her liberate hired hand held up a individual finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of cloth ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her dead 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 draw me towards her snatch, pressing my head up against her dent. 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 like tightness, the same contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal walls also pulsed and throbbed at the Lapplander meter. It was almost like they were alive.

As my pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my pecker 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 prison term ; they were no longer their formula emerald honey oil ; 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 arrangement. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my psyche even further inside than I thought was potential. Joanna then started to ride me, grinding back and forth on my pelvic girdle. Her vaginal rampart still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each poke, my header broke back through that rampart, and I started to get the mental picture that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her uterus. I was n't even for certain if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt marvellous. Her vaginal rampart, still ice common cold, were milking me of Panthera uncia of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to jounce on my rod. This felt even better, as every down saltation pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the bulwark, and then smash through a super-tight possibility before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my musculus start to flip and spasm, and I knew I was on the scepter of cumming.

She must receive known, because she dug her finger's breadth into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the slope of my blazon, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were dusty, but at the same time, so entire of lifespan. I kissed back, our tongue twisting around one another, and I realized, for the low time, that I could propel. My branch wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her fanny. Wait, I did n't have nails ...

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

I pressed my face against Joanna 's boob and began biting them. Rather punishing, I might add. Too knockout, perhaps. But Joanna did n't look 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 crashing bite gull where my teeth had pierced her flesh. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these combat injury looked like they had been made by some condemnable animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure where my head went to next, but something deep within my idea snapped, and took over my consistence. It was like brute inherent aptitude, and I began to turn more fast-growing, tearing. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each knife thrust, monstrous and inhuman sound escaped my throat. I bit at her bosom, carved fucking slice in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious quantity of blood began to flow onto the bed. And as our trunk pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to spread out up more wounds on her body with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheet of paper, the rampart, my clothes on the level, and even Joanna 's dead body, which became sticky as the profligate dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a admixture of nuisance and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her wow became tiny gasp for air. Her middle soon rolled into the back of her headland, 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 surprised that her inside 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 poke, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my prick seemed to send more of my source into her belly. I rolled back over onto my dorsum and pulled her on top of me. Her eubstance was glistening with blood now, and I could n't tell if nigh of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep gashes on our blazonry, backs, and torsos, there was a good chance that it was an equal amount of both.

As she finally came back down from her high, she lifted back off of me. My turncock fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the first meter 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 rod, over a metrical unit long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastical, '' she moaned, running a hand through her snatch, which had started to drip cum like a tattling faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my spermatozoan into her pelt. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a daughter 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 bass laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but somebody inside her, possessing her. But I did n't manage ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my backrest, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two finger full of my midst, sticky cum from her pussy and stuck them in her sass. `` 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 pearly white Fang again. This fourth dimension, though, they were stained with sea dog of dried blood.

'' We 'll throw 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 fingers and an almighty offer, everything went dark.

***

My oculus snapped open the future morning, and the first thing I saw was my dismay clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My straits was pounding, my dream from the night before just a fragmented memory. My heart hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the nighttime before, as I recognized the planetary house of a hangover, and a respectable shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my cascade stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my textbook ringtone go off. I ended my shower bath shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the sound and saw it was a photograph subject matter from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the word-painting Moose had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the dart game. We looked kind of cute in the motion-picture show, I 'll admit.

I was about to read the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's grin : there, in Joanna 's broad grin, was a distich of what looked very a lot like elongated, ivory white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

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

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

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's late night visit, and the kiss she planted on my lips, and the pearl White River 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 dark red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked finisher at my completely trunk, I noticed the cicatrice. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint scratch. I turned to my 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 enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire fangs, right where Joanna 's were. At that point, I said the only if thing that made sense to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''