It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the telephone. The queue for tier up 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called acquit at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do actual animate on phones and tablets. Now I just work on the computer software. The client I had just finished with, she had a particularly tight bit of malware on her estimator that would not go quietly into the nighttime. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of study, calls will go over your work schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of extra time per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Midweek, but my daytime off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the frontier settlement, a bar dedicated to our servicemen and woman. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the Lapplander 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 nighttime owl, like me ; she loved nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was variety of not true, since our preparation 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 Amerind name, Minnie `` moose '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a I glass than most people could in a unit evening, and still be sober adequate to drive Daytona 500 and finale 4th or better.

Joanna, on the early mitt, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a buxom girl, and kinda weird. The good form of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with whisker thole, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair's-breadth with streaks of blonde. If you 've ever seen Lulu from final examination Fantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about half of her face. She wore field glass, so in our training course she was always blowing filament of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dour article of clothing and colored lip rouge of some type, usually a colouration she called `` destruction wild blue yonder. '' I thought it was kind of endearing. And she was n't too a lot senior than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out farsighted ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made programme, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my earpiece back on ; for certificate reasons, phones were supposed to be switched off on the call story. The moment it booted back up, I got a school text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief disputation 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 diametrical direction of dwelling house. When I got to the outpost, the doorkeeper did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from final stage time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The survive time I was here, I 'd told a couple yobo college pupil to shove off. They had been making worry all night, and had actually followed Alces alces, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at in the beginning. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run interference. I was ripe at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm good at preventive for my lady friends. I 'm either `` beau, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay acquaintance. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favored. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can misrepresent being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ace who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and leery. That dark, however, I did not do `` gay supporter. '' At Joanna 's request, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of pond 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 time, I made a point of holding her script out in the open where they could n't lose it, and gave her a few brow candy kiss. They caught the hint at first, but every beer they took in made them tawdry and more brazen.

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

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

'' What 's your problem, prick ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to front me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the look on his face when moose tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's time for your last call. '' His expression went from, `` who the netherworld do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit second gear. He turned to cheek 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 book, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to elk 's situation in the game room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic dart board. European elk was seated at the question of the tenacious table, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in movement of her, with what was perhaps the single declamatory gaga straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five clip 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 history about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a special place above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally fabled condition at the outpost. But this was the first metre I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet mordant. As for myself, European elk had taken it upon herself to possess a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a mo, because it was no long frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the bottleful was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. long time ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this illusion to uncap a beer bottleful by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look super easy ; I only managed to slice my thumb open the first time I tried. I was 15. Now, ten years later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's way, and missed. It hit the paries behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to blaze '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to make a motion onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At 1st, there was really no reading that this Night was going to be dissimilar from any other night. We told memory board about our customers, particularly the stupid person unity or the single 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, inkiness Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good impersonation of Florence + The Machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the house with The eagle 's Hotel CA. Every week, she would peach that song and every hebdomad, she would sweep through it.

Looking back, however, a few thing stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For fledgling, she was normally a very faint person, even when she was rummy. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as unspoiled as she was at singing, she was always very buckram, 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 move back to the game elbow room where we would postulate turns at throwing darts. `` The poof of dart '' was a title that my female parent bad proudly held in her spring chicken, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could confuse 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 give ten darts flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other hand, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the boundary of the board or, on at least one occasion, missed the gameboard entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a expert laugh about it, though. And on this finical 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 incur Minnie standing in front of us, soul 's telephone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar sound ) in her hand as if to subscribe a characterization. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my font. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When go call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't toast that very much, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty square, however. I could never keep up with Moose in a drinking contest, but I could accommodate my own for a few feeding bottle and still be sang-froid to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly matter to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was cute. I did this every workweek ; at get-go, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few meter, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always enamor her in the act, or I 'd give it back the next day. She had started doing so again the workweek before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd englut that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a terror, as she did it again that night.

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

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

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

Joanna got an enormous smile on her grimace. `` Waffle theatre sounds fantastic. '' About that fourth dimension, I felt her paw on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pouch ! I kept my phone in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

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

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

'' I told you to break that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit foil. `` Remember what I said cobbler's last workweek ? ``

'' That you were gon na gourmandize it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a spacious smile. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd blank out that I had used that exceptional verbiage to express my displeasure in her legal action. 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 proposition clip, but she did attract down the neck of her shirt just enough to debunk a bit more of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her breast. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled banknote into her bra. She smiled widely as my deal plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front of her mammilla. `` Sober me '' would not have done that, but `` fuddle me '' thought it was an unbelievable idea. Of trend, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feel on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a 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 survey me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the main road. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's terrific for concern ? '' I asked, intending to institute up the copious 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 right for headaches, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

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

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

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your partner to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

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

Six hr ago, this would not have been a conversation for a populace 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 for thought, 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 formulation. 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 have a go at it that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the joke every clock time. ``

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

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before piece of work, I take my pantie off and result everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled step-in is not fun. It starts to reek if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the good kind of puss 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 things, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a small shoe fetich. Not a pes fetich, but shoes. Like dog, flat, pumps, things like that. ``

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

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

'' Well, I have a thing for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked interested by this, so I continued. `` I also like Elsanna. '' This one got a puzzled look.

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

'' You ever see Frozen ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's gross ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to chew up me. `` They 're babe ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' well, after I watched that movie for the first time, I developed a crush on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight mug for redheads. ``

'' Do n't switch the discipline, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

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

'' That 's Weird, '' she said, shaking her heading and trying not to damp into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle business firm, I followed her up the main road to the interchange where she went one way to get home, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten menage safely, and received one back from her a few proceedings later informing me of the like. I then stripped off most of my clothes, 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 prison term it was, honestly. I looked at where my warning signal clock was, but the display, which normally showed the time in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was wrongly. There was a sound, so subtle and quiet that it would have been obscure had I been fully awake. But lying there in the nighttime, in complete secretiveness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the sound of breathing.

Someone was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my torso would n't move. My legs would n't move, and neither would my arms. Only my head was liberal. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't sense like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more minutes, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not sure enough. Nothing moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by one thousand Egyptian pound weights. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other account for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to ram myself to waken up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to treat what my heart were seeing at first base, but slowly, I took her in. Her haircloth was still done up like it always had been, but her cutis was deathly pale. Her wearing apparel from originally were gone, replaced by a very sheer man of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every curve of her torso through the textile. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin cloth clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her erect mammilla as well as her puss, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The merely other garments she wore were a pair of contraband 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 oral fissure to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the definitive `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my tum. I was right about her being saucily shaven ; her pussy was silky smooth against my belly, and rather inhuman, too. In fact, all of her tegument was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her Black collar across my impudence as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the workplace. '' Her interpreter was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her eyes and bit on my get down lip. I was suddenly stiff as a circuit card in the only billet I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a dyad of very shrewd ... something, I was n't trusted what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the interior of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck opening, where she bit down again, this sentence a bit more painfully. I felt my body strain up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from outdoor reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very a good deal like a pair of elongated, pearl white dentition, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the fucking was going on ?

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

At least, that 's what it looked ilk ; as I said before, it all could have just been a trick of the light source. 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 cold second joint pressed tightly against my boldness and tabernacle. If this was a dreaming, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her twat. She lolled her head back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her deal pinned my wrist joint down, her nails digging into my cutis. My tongue soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` living going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and mouth. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her wooden leg were pressed right up against my pinna, yet I could n't listen anything that would vocalise like bloodline rushing through her veins. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, have intercourse 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 nerve. `` Now go down on my clit. Hard. '' My rim closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't for certain what was stranger at this detail : the monastic order she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the decree she was barking at me. I bit knock down and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to move her hips back and forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big intimation now, her clit throbbing as pedigree dripped into my mouth along with her own wetness.

'' good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my nerve. I still was unable to move, and felt my sum pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to burst forth. Joanna now knelt following to my body and looked down towards my short, 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 act, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her nails continued to scratch down my lour trunk until they found my raise cock. She dragged one nail up the undersurface, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my shorts down and my hammer sprung relinquish. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her sass 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 motility her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my terminal as she went. And her dentition scratched the underside of my tool, too, while her Fang scraped and poked at the pass, threatening to depict yet more blood.

I managed to vacate my read/write head up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her back talk as she gave a tawdry `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her rim. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her lingua and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her knife squeezed and flexed around my ingurgitate 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 gracious 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 promontory in arrangement. 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 relinquish helping hand held up a single 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 clothes fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me immobile until I felt I was on the verge of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her trunk back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the manus she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her snatch, pressing my head up against her pussy. With a deep intimation, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even colder than her cutis, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tautness, the Lapp contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal bulwark 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 start prison term ; they were no foresightful their pattern emerald green ; they were dull grey with a touch of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one More asking for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. sympathize ? '' Her Fang flashed before me as I nodded in correspondence. Suddenly, the bulwark 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 bait me, grinding back and Forth River on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each poke, my head broke back through that wall, and I started to get the impression that I was pushing past her cervix uteri directly into her uterus. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt howling. Her vaginal bulwark, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my magnetic pole. This felt even better, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the wall, and then break through a super-tight first step before emerging into her womb. I could feel my sinew start to tweet and spasm, and I knew I was on the sceptre of cumming.

She must take in known, because she dug her digit into my shoulder joint, scratching her nails down the sides of my arms, drawing ancestry as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her mouth against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the Lapp clip, so full of life. I kissed back, our tongue twisting around one another, and I realized, for the get-go time, that I could move. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. waiting, I did n't have nails ...

I felt stock drip onto my bridge player, 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 other night, it would look strange.

I pressed my face against Joanna 's titty and began biting them. Rather concentrated, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem to mind at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the function of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my fountainhead, there were flaming bite marks where my teeth had pierced her soma. Was that done with my tooth ? I wondered, because these wounds 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 thinker snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, tearing. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a lunatic. And with each poke, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her knocker, carved bloody gashes in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious sum of money of blood began to run onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to open up more wounds on her trunk with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the like. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the walls, my clothes on the trading floor, and even Joanna 's trunk, which became sticky as the ancestry dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I took my bridge player and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her screams became tiny gasps for air. Her oculus soon rolled into the book binding of her head, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her pussy tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprised that her interior were n't mush by now, considering everything that I was throwing at her !

'' Oh, I 'm cumming, I 'm cummng ! '' Joanna meekly squealed, and it drove me over the edge. I gave one last God Almighty thrust, split back into her womb, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my hammer seemed to send more of my germ into her belly. I rolled back over onto my rear and pulled her on top of me. Her body 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 inscrutable slice on our arms, backs, and torsos, there was a good chance that it was an equal amount of money of both.

As she finally came back down from her in high spirits, she lifted back off of me. My dick fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the maiden time since it had first entered her. Then, it was just an average-sized member. 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 mixing of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hired man through her cunt, which had started to drip cum like a leaky faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her peel. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's unresistant to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deep gag, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but somebody inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to manage. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers full of my thick, sticky cum from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer fabric dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly white Fang again. This time, though, they were stained with gobs of dehydrated blood.

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

***

My eyes snapped open the adjacent first light, and the first thing I saw was my dismay clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my ambition from the night before just a fragmented memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my completely physical structure ached, feeling imperfect and dirty. I had apparently drunk More than I realized the Nox before, as I recognized the signs of a hangover, and a good exhibitor usually helped with that. I forced myself to remain firm up and walked to my shower stall.

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

I was about to read the accompanying subject matter when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide smiling, was a duo of what looked very practically like elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the pic and take the accompanying message with a feeling of unease :

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

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's former night visit, and the kiss she planted on my sassing, and the ivory white Fang that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in straw man of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red rope just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked finisher at my all body, I noticed the scar. Every combat injury that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint mark. I turned to my shower, and saw the butt was covered in a watered-down 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 only affair that made sense to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''