It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the earphone. The queue for tier up 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a margin call, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do real furbish up on phone and pad. Now I just work on the software. 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 stock of study, calls 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 days off are Thursday and Friday. The architectural plan had been to contact up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our man and women. Minnie 's cousin 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 same 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 nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not true, since our breeding 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 epithet, Minnie `` Alces alces '' Bushytail. blooded Comanche American-Indian language. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink Thomas More beer in a individual chalk than virtually people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to labour Daytona 500 and stopping point 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvaceous girl, and kinda weird. The good sort of Weird. She always wore her hair in a rather curious way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with pilus pin, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dour hair with streaks of blonde. If you 've ever seen Lulu from Final Fantasy X, then you kind of have an thought what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about half of her face. She wore glasses, so in our training course of instruction she was always blowing strands of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dark wear and colored lipstick of some eccentric, usually a color she called `` death blue. '' I thought it was form of adorable. And she was n't too much erstwhile than I was ; only by about five month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my turn of events. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go dwelling house. As I left the construction, I switched my telephone back on ; for surety intellect, phones were supposed to be switched off on the claim flooring. The moment it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

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

I was soon in the car and driving down the main road towards El Reno, a 12 minute private road in the opposite direction of base. When I got to the outpost, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from last meter. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd told a distich rowdy college bookman to shove off. They had been making worry all night, and had actually followed moose, 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 good at that. Not a particularly in effect wingman, but I 'm good at encumbrance for my lady acquaintance. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big sidekick, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay Friend '' was my ducky. I 'm 100 % straight, but well-to-do enough with my gender that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the single who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and leery. That night, however, I did not do `` gay friend. '' At Joanna 's petition, I played `` swain. ``

At the low gear bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of pool with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the Outpost, and continued their biz there. This time, I made a point of holding her hand out in the afford where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few forehead kisses. They caught the suggestion at first, 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 potable when one of the guys cut between us and tried to steal his hand into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her jeans in the process, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your problem, dickhead ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to confront me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the tone on his fount when European elk tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's fourth dimension for your cobbler's last call. '' His expression went from, `` who the hellhole do you reckon you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to face Moose, and craned his cervix to take care up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' star sign the book, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to European elk 's stain in the game room, which consisted of a I billiards table and an electronic dart board. Moose was seated at the head of the long mesa, her customary twirler of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single largest crazy straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five prison term all-embracing than a convention stubble, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a knot. moose had told us chronicle about this rather legendary wheat before, about how it held a peculiar place above the alcoholic drink behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the outstation. But this was the first time 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 fairy gripped firmly in her workforce, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, European elk had taken it upon herself to take in a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a mo, because it was no longer frosty from being smart out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would run for me.

I took the nursing bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. old age ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summertime and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look top-notch easy ; I only managed to slice up my thumb open the first time I tried. I was XV. Now, ten twelvemonth later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the seraphic `` go to snake pit '' tone I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to run onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At first, there was really no meter reading that this night was going to be different from any other night. We told stock about our client, particularly the stupid ones or the single who were pissed off for no cause other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the principal waiting area. I sang a few songs. Foo combatant, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never allow in it, could do a pretty ripe imitation of Florence + The Machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the family with The Eagles 's Hotel Calif.. Every week, she would sing that song and every week, she would sweep through it.

looking for back, however, a few matter stuck out as ... unlike about Joanna. For newcomer, she was normally a very unsure 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 pixilated, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would retreat to the plot room where we would ingest turns at throwing darts. `` The nance of Darts '' was a title 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 suffer ten flit flying across the room in about seven arcsecond. Joanna, on the other hand, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the control panel or, on at to the lowest degree one function, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the rampart. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this particular Nox, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than ever.

As we finished our game of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to see Minnie standing in straw man of us, mortal 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phone ) in her manus as if to take a photograph. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my nerve. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When last margin call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that a good deal, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid state, however. I could never keep back up with Moose in a drinking competition, but I could hold my own for a few bottle and still be nerveless to drive.

I took concern of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was precious. I did this every hebdomad ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to fall away a 20 in my car. After a few multiplication, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always enamor her in the act, or I 'd give it back the adjacent 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 think that was a promise and not a menace, as she did it again that night.

Moose and her husband had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own gimmick. 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 centre glazed over with hunger.

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

Joanna got an enormous smile on her font. `` Waffle firm sounds fantastic. '' About that metre, I felt her hired man on my pants. No, she was n't going for my slide fastener ; it was in my air hole ! I kept my earpiece in that particular air pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

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

At first, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look like, `` I do n't make love what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, 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 thwart. `` Remember what I said last week ? ``

'' That you were gon na binge it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that particular phrasing to show my displeasure in her military action. I was hoping she would just recall 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 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 top dog nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumble government note into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her nipple and stuck the twenty in front of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not sustain done that, but `` booze me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feeling on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a 20 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 keep up me to Waffle planetary house, which was n't too far away ; only a five min jog up the highway. We got to the articulation, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to find the effects of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's fantastic for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to take up the copious amount of Tempra I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

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

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

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost pensive for a moment. `` onanism 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 lapin muddle, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself small fry before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not own been a conversation for a world restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only other mass present 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 wind ? '' she clarified upon seeing my confused aspect. 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 caper every time. ``

'' fountainhead that leads to another interrogative sentence, '' I began. `` Do you pillage down, or continue clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before employment, I take my panty off and leave everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled panty is not fun. It starts to reek if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't have in mind the skilful kind of kitty-cat smell. ``

'' Fish tacos, '' 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 thing, '' I mused. `` I variety of have a small shoe fetish. Not a foot fetish, but skid. Like bounder, flats, heart, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute ; of path, 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 comely to admit what I masturbated to.

'' wellspring, I have a matter for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked worry 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 arrant ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to lambast me. `` They 're baby ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' Well, after I watched that movie for the first clip, I developed a infatuation on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a heterosexual sucker for redheads. ``

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

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

'' That 's uncanny, '' she said, shaking her headland and trying not to erupt into laugh again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the highway to the give-and-take where she went one way to get home, and I went the early. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got base. I sent Joanna a text edition letting her know that I had gotten home safely, and received one back from her a few arcminute later informing me of the Saame. 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 do it what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock clock was, but the display, which normally showed the sentence in bright red coloration, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt restless ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was amiss. There was a sound, so subtle and placidity that it would receive been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the dark, in complete silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of earphone. It was the sound of breathing.

somebody was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to receive out who it was, but my physical structure would n't displace. My leg would n't go, and neither would my weapon system. Only my caput was exempt. 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 second, or maybe it was moment, I 'm not sure. Nothing moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pounding weight. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my center and tried to thrust myself to rouse up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to process what my center were seeing at 1st, but slowly, I took her in. Her whisker was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was deathly pale. Her clothes from in the first place were gone, replaced by a very gauzy patch of dark-coloured textile that waved and fluttered, almost like fume. I could see every bender of her torso through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the dilute cloth clung to her frontside like a wet jersey, showing off her erect mamilla as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The sole other garments she wore were a pair of grim 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 Graeco-Roman `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my breadbasket. I was right about her being fresh shaven ; her cunt was silken smooth against my belly, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her skin was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her Negroid boom across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her representative was a bit cryptical than it normally was, seductive and poise. She then closed her heart and bit on my crushed lip. I was suddenly stiff as a board in the simply topographic point I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a twosome of very sharp ... something, I was n't sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my gloomy lip. I suddenly tasted my own bloodline, but not much of it. She moved down my Kuki-Chin to my cervix, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my body tense up up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a Light Within from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a distich of elongated, pearl Edward Douglas White Jr. tooth, like fangs.

vampire fangs.

What the screwing was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin framework dress she wore now hung loosely over her torso, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A bit later, she was shoving her crotch into my face. In the low Christ Within, I could barely make out the synopsis of her pussy fling. What happened next must take been a trick of the igniter, if this altogether scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her legs across-the-board, the inner lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd configuration ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

At to the lowest degree, that 's what it looked like ; 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.

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her coldness second joint pressed tightly against my cheeks and temples. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my knife and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her mind back in cristal and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrist down, her cop digging into my peel. My tongue soon went asleep, 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 ears, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like blood rushing through her veins. It was like her sum was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, have it off yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of thought. She relaxed her grip 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 suck my button. Hard. '' My rim closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` bit it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't sure what was stranger at this point : the order of magnitude she was barking at me, or the fact that my peter was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the club she was barking at me. I bit push down and let out a strangled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to move her hip joint back and onward very quickly, her clit still pinned between my tooth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her profligate in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as blood 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 breast ; I thought I was going to blow up. Joanna now knelt future to my body and looked down towards my boxershorts, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the same hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your round, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her helping hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her ace continued to scrape up down my lowly torso until they found my set up stopcock. She dragged one nail up the undersurface, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waistline of my short down and my cock sprung free. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her oral fissure swallowed my unharmed cock. I could find myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a second 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 undersurface of my cock, too, while her Fang scraped and poked at the head, threatening to draw yet more blood.

I managed to elevate my head word up enough to see Joanna 's saliva dribble from her sass as she gave a meretricious `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her clapper and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged 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 sized pecker, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my header in concord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my dick pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a William Christopher Handy with one hand, while her free hand held up a single finger. She placed that fingerbreadth between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer apparel fell apart, ripped by her piercing fingernail.

She began jerking me quick 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 hand she had been jacking me off with to pass me towards her snatch, pressing my head up against her slit. With a deep breath, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even dusty than her pelt, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tightfistedness, the same contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal paries also pulsed and throbbed at the same 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 hammer 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 time ; they were no longer their pattern emerald green ; they were thudding grey with a place of red in the center.

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

Whatever was happening, it felt marvellous. Her vaginal walls, still ice cold, were milking me of oz. of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my rod. This felt even better, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the paries, and then cave in through a super-tight hatchway before emerging into her uterus. I could palpate my muscle commencement to flip and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my weapons system, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lip against mine. Again, they were low temperature, but at the same fourth dimension, so total of liveliness. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first clock time, that I could move. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. Wait, I did n't let nails ...

I felt blood drip onto my helping hand, 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 blood. However, I shrugged it off. On any early Night, it would seem strange.

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

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not certain where my caput went to succeeding, but something deep within my thinker snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal instinct, and I began to get more strong-growing, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a lunatic. And with each thrust, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my pharynx. I bit at her breasts, carved damn gashes in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious amounts of blood began to flux onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in carnal seventh heaven, I began to spread up more wounds on her organic structure with every morsel, every prick 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 organic structure, which became sticky as the profligate dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her screams became tiny gasps for air. Her eyes soon rolled into the back of her headland, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my 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 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 edge. I gave one final almighty thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so backbreaking before ; each pounding of my stopcock seemed to send more of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my spinal column and pulled her on top of me. Her consistence was glistening with blood now, and I could n't tell if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep gash on our weaponry, backs, and torsos, there was a respectable opportunity that it was an equal amount of money of both.

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

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a script through her puss, which had started to drop cum like a talebearing faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the rule laughter that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a mystifying 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 back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingerbreadth full of my thick, muggy cum from her kitty and stuck them in her sass. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer cloth wearing apparel she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those chopper Edward D. White fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with gobs of dried 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 fastener of her fingers and an Lord go, everything went dark.

***

My middle snapped open the side by side morning, and the first matter I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My school principal was pounding, my dreaming from the night before just a fragment memory. My optic hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling watery and colly. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the Nox before, as I recognized the signaling of a hangover, and a good shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stick out up and walked to my rain shower stall.

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

I was about to read the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smiling : there, in Joanna 's spacious smile, was a pair of what looked very a great deal like elongated, ivory livid teeth, like fangs.

vampire fangs.

I closed the picture and read the accompanying substance with a tactile sensation of unease :

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

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's late night sojourn, and the kiss she planted on my lips, and the ivory white fangs that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the privy and stood in strawman of the mirror. I placed a finger's breadth on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red roach just above my clavicle, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fang of hers. And as I looked finisher at my totally body, I noticed the scars. Every wound 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 plastic film of blood.

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

'' fountainhead, shag. ''