It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the sound. The waiting line for grade 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called exonerated at 10:15. I was stuck on a birdcall, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do actual resort on phones and pad of paper. Now I just work on the package. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly cruddy bit of malware on her calculator that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our dividing line of work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can receive up to twenty hours of extra time per week.

It was my Fri. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to run into up with Minnie at the outpost, a bar dedicated to our servicemen and charwoman. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her married man, and our friend Joanna there.

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

That was where we had met, Joanna and I. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Amerindian language figure, Minnie `` elk '' Bushytail. hearty Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink More beer in a 1 glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other bridge player, was a bit more delicate in her flesh. She was a buxom female child, and kinda weird. The good kind of Weird. She always wore her hairsbreadth in a rather odd way. She had a ponytail of kind, held up with haircloth pins, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair with streaks of blonde. If you 've ever seen peach from Final phantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about one-half of her facial expression. She wore spyglass, so in our breeding grade she was always blowing strand of it out of her whisker. And she almost always wore moody vesture and colored lip rouge of some type, usually a color she called `` death blue. '' I thought it was kind of lovely. And she was n't too much older than I was ; only by about five month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out farseeing ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made design, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my headphone back on ; for security reason, headphone were supposed to be switched off on the call floor. The import it booted back up, I got a school text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a abbreviated 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 XII hour private road in the inverse steering of home. When I got to the outstation, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The shoemaker's last clip I was here, I 'd told a couple rowdy college students to shove off. They had been making trouble all nighttime, and had actually followed 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 good at that. Not a particularly goodness wingman, but I 'm upright at disturbance for my lady supporter. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big chum, '' or `` gay booster. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my deary. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my gender that I can cook being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that Nox very uncomfortable and suspicious. That Nox, however, I did not do `` gay friend. '' At Joanna 's postulation, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few biz 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 game there. This sentence, I made a spot of holding her script out in the open where they could n't drop it, and gave her a few forehead kisses. They caught the hint 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 slip his paw into Joanna 's derriere, nearly ripping her jeans in the process, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your job, cocksucker ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to look me, and almost knocked me out with his whiskey breath. I do n't commemorate what he said, but I remember the smell on his expression when Moose tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's time for your last call. '' His expression went from, `` who the hell do you cerebrate you are ? '' to `` I 'm lie with '' in point-oh-shit s. He turned to side Moose, and craned his neck to bet up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the rule book, '' the gatekeeper said. I signed my name in the volume like I always did, and went back to European elk 's pip in the game room, which consisted of a undivided billiards board and an electronic dart board. Moose was seated at the header of the prospicient tabular array, her wonted pitcher of tap beer sitting in nominal head of her, with what was perhaps the single largest disturbed stalk I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five fourth dimension spacious than a convention chaff, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a mile. Alces alces had told us history about this rather fabled straw before, about how it held a special place above the inebriant behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the frontier settlement. 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 sprite gripped firmly in her workforce, the nails of which were painted jet black-market. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no longer frosty from being fresh out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would figure out for me.

I took the nursing bottle in my helping hand and positioned my finger 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 look top-notch easy ; I only managed to slice my thumb open the first base time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten class 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 Inferno '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to impress onto the next one, preferably a insensate one.

At first, there was really no denotation that this night was going to be unlike from any other night. We told storage about our customers, particularly the stupe ones or the I 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 Song dynasty. Foo belligerent, nirvana, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Reb hard currency were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never acknowledge it, could do a pretty adept imitation of Florence + The political machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the mansion with The bird of Jove 's Hotel California. Every workweek, she would let the cat out of the bag that song and every week, she would pick up it.

Looking back, however, a few things stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For starting motor, she was normally a very diffident somebody, even when she was sot. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as good as she was at vocalizing, she was always very stiffly, hardly ever moving at all. That nighttime, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a daily round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would retreat to the game room where we would learn spell 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 shake off fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get finale, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could have ten dart flying across the elbow room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other hired hand, was n't nearly so exact or speedy. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the panel or, on at least one juncture, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the bulwark. We always had a just laugh about it, though. And on this special night, she seemed to be enjoying herself Sir Thomas More than ever.

As we finished our plot of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the mesa only to witness Minnie standing in front man of us, someone 's earphone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had interchangeable telephone set ) in her mitt as if to take a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the face of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When last call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't wassail that a great deal, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty satisfying, however. I could never keep up with elk in a boozing contest, but I could hold my own for a few bottles and still be cool to drive.

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

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

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

'' Well, we do need to eat something. All that alcoholic drink does n't sit well on an discharge stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle business firm up the route. ``

Joanna got an enormous grin on her human face. `` Waffle House sounds antic. '' About that fourth dimension, I felt her bridge player on my pant. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my phone in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

'' What- '' I started to exclaim, and then saw the twenty dollar bill flutter to the dry land. `` Oh, Jesus, Joanna, really ? ``

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

'' I told you to hold on 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 stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a blanket grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that particular verbiage to express my displeasure in her actions. I was hoping she would just think back 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 queer a bit Thomas 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 cognitive content with shoving the rumple bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her mamilla and stuck the twenty in front of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not birth done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of class, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a tone 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 plump for out first so she could conform to me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the highway. We got to the reefer, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

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

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

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

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

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll consider it when I get home. '' She sank back into her hind end and seemed almost wistful 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 rabbit golf hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself squirt before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not deliver been a conversation for a public eatery. But given that it was just after two in the break of the day, and the only other multitude give were in the kitchen cooking our intellectual nourishment, I had a feeling it would slide.

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

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved tips ? '' she clarified upon seeing my confused verbalism. 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 hump that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the prank every time. ``

'' Well that leads to another interrogative sentence, '' I began. `` Do you strip down, or outride clothed ? ``

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

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

'' Oh, there 's a few matter, '' I mused. `` I form of have a small brake shoe voodoo. Not a metrical foot fetish, but skid. Like heel, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a minute ; of class, there was, but did I really want to part that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only fair to accommodate what I masturbated to.

'' well, I have a thing for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked concern 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 sodding ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to scold me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' well, after I watched that movie for the first clock time, I developed a press on Anna, the redhead. That 's another affair that I absolutely love. I 'm a true sucker for redheads. ``

'' Do n't interchange the bailiwick, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a crushed leather 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 weird, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to break into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle business firm, I followed her up the highway to the interchange where she went one way to get base, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got base. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten dwelling safely, and received one cover from her a few min later informing me of the like. I then stripped off most of my dress, save for my eve shorts and lay back on the bed. It was 3:45 when I fell asleep.

***

When I awoke, it was still dark out. I did n't know what sentence it was, honestly. I looked at where my alert clock was, but the display, which normally showed the metre in bright red gloss, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite noisome, but something in my gut told me something was faulty. There was a sound, so elusive and unruffled that it would give been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the nighttime, in complete silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the audio of breathing.

mortal was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my body would n't actuate. My legs would n't prompt, and neither would my subdivision. Only my head was loose. I was n't restrained, at to the lowest degree it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more minute, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not surely. nix moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by chiliad Irish punt weights. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no former explanation for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to wake up up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My nous refused to litigate what my oculus were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her tomentum was still done up like it always had been, but her pelt was deathly pale. Her clothes from earlier were gone, replaced by a very unmixed piece of music of dark-coloured material that waved and fluttered, almost like pot. I could see every bender of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the dilute cloth clung to her frontside like a wet T-shirt, showing off her erect nipples as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only if former garments she wore were a span of dark flat-heeled shoes.

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

She leaned in and raked her inglorious sweep through across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her vocalism was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and sang-froid. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly unwavering as a card in the only post I was n't already. Then a queer affair 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 inside of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own parentage, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my consistence strain up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a brightness level from outside reflected on her brim, and I saw what looked very much like a pair of elongated, pearl white tooth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the piece of ass was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the melt off cloth dress she wore now hung loosely over her eubstance, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A present moment later, she was shoving her private parts into my cheek. In the low light, I could barely make out the outline of her pussy gap. What happened next must have been a trick of the lightness, if this whole scenario was even material. As Joanna spread her pegleg wide of the mark, the inner lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd material body ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

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

'' clout me, '' she demanded, her common cold second joint pressed tightly against my cheeks and synagogue. If this was a dream, might as well paradiddle with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her header back in Adam and started breathing heavily. Her mitt pinned my wrist down, her nails digging into my skin. My lingua soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` dungeon 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 vein. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, fuck yes, '' she moaned, derailing my wagon 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 juice all over my cheeks. `` Now 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 surely what was stranger at this detail : the orders she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the order of magnitude she was barking at me. I bit low and let out a strangle squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to propel her hips back and forward very quickly, her clit still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her stemma in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breathing space now, her clit throbbing as line of descent 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 burst. Joanna now knelt side by side to my eubstance and looked down towards my shorts, where my erection had popped a tent. She eyed it with the Saami hungriness that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hired hand and raked her nails across my venter before digging under my waist. Her blast continued to scratch down my lower body until they found my erect cock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my shorts down and my cock sprung free. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouthpiece swallowed my whole cock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her promontory made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my pecker, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to drag yet More blood.

I managed to swipe my school principal up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a gaudy `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to cajole every drop from it. She then took her paw and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a Nice size cock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my forefront in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a ready to hand with one handwriting, while her barren hand held up a single finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The strait of material ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer apparel fell apart, ripped by her shrewd fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her dead body support up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her snatch, pressing my chief up against her slit. 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 tightfistedness, the same contract-relax action her pharynx gave. But here, her vaginal paries also pulsed and throbbed at the same time. It was almost like they were alive.

As my magnetic pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock pressed up against something business 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 fourth dimension ; they were no longer their rule emerald green ; they were dull grey with a office of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one to a greater extent request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fang flashed before me as I nodded in correspondence. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my psyche even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to mount me, grinding back and Forth River on my renal pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each knife thrust, my point broke back through that wall, and I started to get the impression that I was pushing past her uterine cervix directly into her womb. I was n't even trusted if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

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

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulder, scratching her nails down the side of meat of my blazonry, drawing profligate as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the like time, so full phase of the moon of spirit. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the outset sentence, that I could travel. My limb wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. Wait, I did n't have nails ...

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

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

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not for certain where my head went to future, but something deep within my thinker snapped, and took over my torso. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more belligerent, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a maniac. And with each thrust, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her tit, carved blinking gash in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her clavicle. Rather copious sum of roue began to flow onto the bed. And as our physical structure pressed together in animal bliss, I began to open up more wound on her dead body with every snack, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the bulwark, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's torso, which became sticky as the stock dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My mitt squeezed, and she her screams became flyspeck gasps for air. Her oculus soon rolled into the rachis of her head, her trunk tensed up. She grabbed at my book binding, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her puss tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was storm 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 boundary. I gave one final Godhead driving force, erupt back into her womb, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each pounding of my cock seemed to send out Thomas More of my semen into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her organic structure 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 late gashes on our arms, backs, and torsos, there was a good probability that it was an equalise total of both.

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

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to drip cum like a tattling faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a lady friend like that again, she 's liable to get meaning. '' She laughed, but not the pattern laughter that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two finger full of my thick, sticky cum from her pussy and stuck them in her rima oris. `` 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 Stanford White Fang again. This prison term, though, they were stained with gob of dry blood.

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

***

My heart snapped spread the succeeding morning, and the initiative affair I saw was my alarm clock exhibit reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my dream from the night before just a fragmented memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling washy and colly. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signs of a hangover, and a good shower bath usually helped with that. I forced myself to tolerate up and walked to my shower stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my exhibitor shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a picture content 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 flash secret plan. We looked sort of cute in the picture, I 'll admit.

I was about to say the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a pair of what looked very much like elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

I closed the pic and show the company substance with a feeling of uneasiness :

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

I suddenly, I remembered my dreaming. I remembered Joanna 's recent Night visit, and the kiss she planted on my back talk, and the ivory white fangs that were clearly seeable even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the can and stood in straw man of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my neck opening and, lo and behold, there were two dark red roundabout just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked finisher at my whole consistency, I noticed the scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind deliquium scars. I turned to my shower, and saw the stern was covered in a watered-down flick of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. surely enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that pointedness, I said the only if thing that made sense to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''