It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the earphone. The waiting line for tier up 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called authorize at 10:15. I was stuck on a yell, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do genuine reanimate on sound and tablets. Now I just work on the software program. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly smutty 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 origin of work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can possess up to twenty time of day of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wed, but my days off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to gather up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our serviceman and charwoman. Minnie 's first cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her married man, and our ally Joanna there.

We all worked at the same shoes, 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 form of not true, since our training year 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 Amerindic figure, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche American-Indian language. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a single glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and cease 4th or better.

Joanna, on the early hand, was a bit more delicate in her shape. She was a stacked girl, and kinda Weird. The salutary kind of Weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair stick, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark pilus with streaks of blonde. If you 've ever seen peach from final examination fantasy X, then you variety of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had rush that covered about half of her fount. She wore shabu, so in our education class she was always blowing strands of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dark clothing and colored lipstick of some type, usually a color she called `` death blue sky. '' I thought it was kind of adorable. And she was n't too practically aged than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my bit. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made programme, I debated calling them off to go habitation. As I left the edifice, I switched my phone back on ; for security grounds, phones were supposed to be switched off on the margin call floor. The moment it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

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

I was soon in the car and driving down the highway towards El Reno, a twelve arcminute drive in the opposite direction of home. When I got to the Outpost, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from finis metre. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd told a duo rowdy college students to thrust off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed Moose, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at former. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run interference. I was unspoiled at that. Not a particularly in force wingman, but I 'm good at interference for my lady friends. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big blood brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % uncoiled, but comfortable enough with my gender that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that Night very uncomfortable and leery. That Night, however, I did not do `` gay friend. '' At Joanna 's petition, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of syndicate with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the outstation, and continued their plot there. This clip, I made a point of holding her paw out in the unresolved where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few frontal bone kisses. They caught the confidential information at first-class honours degree, but every beer they took in made them louder and more brazen.

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

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

'' What 's your problem, whoreson ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky hint. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the look on his face when European elk tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's prison term for your last telephone call. '' His grammatical construction went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm know '' in point-oh-shit irregular. He turned to face moose, and craned his neck to expect up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' foretoken the book, '' the door guard said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Alces alces 's spot in the plot room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic flit board. European elk was seated at the head of the long tabular array, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the ace largest unhinged straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wider than a normal drinking straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a knot. Alces alces had told us narrative about this rather legendary stalk before, about how it held a exceptional piazza above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally fabled status at the frontier settlement. But this was the first time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some floor 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 black. As for myself, moose had taken it upon herself to deliver a Bud unslaked lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no foresighted frosty from being bracing out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would go for me.

I took the bottle in my deal and positioned my fingers on the cap. geezerhood 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 crack easy ; I only managed to slice my thumb open the first time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten years 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 Hell '' looking at I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to displace onto the adjacent one, preferably a cold one.

At showtime, there was really no reading that this night was going to be different from any other night. We told stores about our customer, particularly the stupe ones or the one who were pissed off for no understanding other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main waiting area. I sang a few songs. Foo fighter, Nirvana, black Sabbath, and Reb hard cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good imitation of Florence + The car. But it was Moose who always brought down the firm with The eagle 's Hotel California. Every week, she would spill the beans that song and every week, she would nail it.

look back, however, a few things stuck out as ... dissimilar about Joanna. For starting motor, she was normally a very timid person, even when she was drunk. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as ripe as she was at singing, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That dark, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a unit of ammunition or two of karaoke under our belted ammunition, Joanna and I would crawfish to the biz room where we would hire turns at throwing darts. `` The fag 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 cast off fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get close, and I always got the dart grouped together. I could cause ten darts flying across the way in about seven mo. Joanna, on the other hand, was n't nearly so precise or ready. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the dining table or, on at least one affair, missed the panel entirely and embedded it in the rampart. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this particular night, she seemed to be enjoying herself More than ever.

As we finished our plot of dart, we turned around to sit back down at the mesa only to find Minnie standing in front of us, someone 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had like phones ) in her hired hand as if to take a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When lastly call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that lots, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid, however. I could never keep up with Moose in a drinking competition, but I could defend my own for a few nursing bottle 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 I and I thought she was cute. I did this every week ; at 1st, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few sentence, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always grab her in the act, or I 'd establish 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 overindulge that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a scourge, as she did it again that night.

moose and her hubby had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own device. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the motorcar. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so almost everyone was still inside.

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

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

Joanna got an enormous grinning on her font. `` Waffle House sounds fantastic. '' About that meter, I felt her hired man on my pants. No, she was n't going for my slide fastener ; it was in my sack ! I kept my phone in that particular sack, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

'' What- '' I started to exclaim, and then saw the 20 flutter to the ground. `` Oh, Savior, Joanna, really ? ``

At showtime, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights flavour like, `` I do n't know 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 bedevil. `` Remember what I said endure week ? ``

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide smile. I could n't help oneself but grin, too ; I 'd bury that I had used that particular choice of words to express my displeasure in her natural process. I was hoping she would just think that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not stage her cooch for stuffing at that particular meter, but she did pull down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose a bit more of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in world, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her white meat. I had to be merely content with shoving the crease banker's bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not receive done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an unbelievable melodic theme. Of course of study, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a smell on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a dyad of 36DD tits.

Once the handbill was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to back out first so she could follow me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the highway. We got to the roast, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's fantastic for worry ? '' I asked, intending to land up the copious total 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 damage. Sex was supposedly safe for headaches, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

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

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

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your pardner 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 hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could create me do it, but I 've made myself squirt before. ``

Six hour ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public eating house. But given that it was just after two in the break of day, and the only former mass exhibit were in the kitchen cooking our nutrient, I had a impression it would slide.

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

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved tips ? '' she clarified upon seeing my illogical expression. I actually knew what she was talking about, as I had seen a few of them before and knew what they looked like ; I just did n't know that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibration that do the trick every fourth dimension. ``

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

'' It depends on the modality I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and entrust everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled pantie is not fun. It starts to reek if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't stand for the good kind of kitty-cat feeling. ``

'' Fish tacos, '' 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 things, '' I mused. `` I form of have a belittled brake shoe fetish. Not a groundwork fetich, but brake shoe. Like heels, flats, pump, affair like that. ``

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

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

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

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

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

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

'' Well, after I watched that pic for the foremost fourth dimension, I developed a jam on Anna, the Aythya americana. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight chump for carrottop. ``

'' 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 pageboy and went down a hare hole. ``

'' That 's unearthly, '' she said, shaking her foreland and trying not to demote 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 former things while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the highway to the reciprocation where she went one way to get domicile, 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 place safely, and received one backbone from her a few minutes later informing me of the same. I then stripped off most of my apparel, save for my even shorts and lay back on the bed. It was 3:45 when I fell asleep.

***

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

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a strait, so subtle and quiet that it would have been obscure had I been fully awake. But lying there in the wickedness, 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 find out who it was, but my body would n't move. My ramification would n't incite, and neither would my arms. Only my head was unblock. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't experience like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few Sir Thomas More minutes, or maybe it was bit, I 'm not sure. nothing moved at all ; every arm felt like it was weighed down by k pound weights. 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 eyes and tried to force myself to awake up.

I opened my eye. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing at maiden, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her cutis was deathly pale. Her clothes from earlier were gone, replaced by a very sheer piece of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like fastball. I could see every curvature of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin material clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her raise pap as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only former garments she wore were a pair of smuggled flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and marvel 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's breadth over it, the classical `` shush '' sign of the zodiac before she then straddled my belly. I was right about her being impudently shaven ; her kitty was silky smooth against my belly, and rather frigidity, too. In fact, all of her tegument was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black collar across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her voice was a bit profoundly than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her heart and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a board in the sole place I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very penetrating ... something, I was n't certainly what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my frown lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my organic structure tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a Christ Within from exterior reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a pair of elongated, bead White teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the roll in the hay was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin material dress 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 privates into my aspect. In the low lighter, I could barely make out the lineation of her pussycat pass. What happened next must sustain been a conjuration of the Inner Light, if this whole scenario was even material. As Joanna spread her legs all-encompassing, the inner lips of her cunt opened up and I saw that they were in an odd bod ; they resembled the backstage of a bat.

At least, 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 common cold second joint pressed tightly against my impertinence and temples. If this was a dreaming, might as well roster with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her principal back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her work force pinned my wrist down, her nails excavation into my skin. My lingua soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every clip I slowed down. `` support going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and back talk. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her legs were pressed right up against my auricle, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like blood rushing through her veins. It was like her tenderness was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, bang 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 succus all over my cheek. `` Now suck my clitoris. Hard. '' My lip closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` pungency it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't sure what was alien at this point : the orderliness she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my short because I was so turned on by the monastic order she was barking at me. I bit downhearted and let out a muffle squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to act her hips back and forward very quickly, her clit still pinned between my dentition. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my back talk. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as descent dripped into my lip along with her own wetness.

'' safe boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffective to be active, and felt my nerve pounding wildly inside my pectus ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt next to my body and looked down towards my underdrawers, where my erecting had popped a tent. She eyed it with the same hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your turn of events, 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 blue torso until they found my erect rooster. She dragged one nail up the bottom, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my short down and my turncock sprung free. Before I could oppose, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my hale 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 question her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my terminal as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my cock, too, while her Fang scraped and poked at the head, threatening to draw yet more blood.

I managed to vacate my headway up enough to see Joanna 's saliva dribble from her oral fissure as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her backtalk. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my ingurgitate rod, attempting to cajole 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 stopcock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my headway in arrangement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my turncock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a Handy with one hand, while her unblock manus held up a single finger. She placed that finger between her boob and dragged down. The auditory sensation of fabric ripping filled my spike and the forepart of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me loyal until I felt I was on the verge of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her consistence gage up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the mitt she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her kidnapping, 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 frigid than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same denseness, the same contract-relax action her pharynx gave. But here, her vaginal rampart also pulsed and throbbed at the same clock time. It was almost like they were alive.

As my terminal probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock pressed up against something firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glance of Joanna 's heart for the first time ; they were no thirster their normal emerald green ; they were dull grey with a slur 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 fangs flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my straits even further inside than I thought was potential. Joanna then started to taunt me, grinding back and forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal bulwark still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrust, my headspring broke back through that wall, and I started to get the effect that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her uterus. I was n't even sure if that was potential. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt wondrous. Her vaginal walls, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my Lucille Ball. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to rebound on my pole. This felt even dear, as every down bound pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the paries, and then break through a super-tight opening night before emerging into her uterus. I could find my sinew showtime to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the sceptre of cumming.

She must hold known, because she dug her digit into my shoulder joint, scratching her nails down the sides of my arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her backtalk against mine. Again, they were cold-blooded, but at the like meter, so full of life. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first time, that I could strike. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her fanny. Wait, I did n't have nails ...

I felt blood drip onto my 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 needlelike, and they were covered in profligate. However, I shrugged it off. On any other dark, it would seem strange.

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

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure where my fountainhead went to next, but something deep within my idea snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, crimson. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each thrust, atrocious and insensate strait escaped my throat. I bit at her knocker, carved bloody slice in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious amounts of line began to flow onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in carnal walking on air, I began to open up more wounding on her dead body with every sting, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the Same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the wall, my dress on the floor, and even Joanna 's body, which became sticky as the blood line dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a potpourri of painful sensation and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her pharynx, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her screeching became tiny gasps for air. Her eye soon rolled into the dorsum of her promontory, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my cover, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her puss 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 boundary. I gave one terminal Almighty thrust, break open back into her womb, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so concentrated before ; each throb of my cock seemed to send more of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my dorsum and pulled her on top of me. Her eubstance was glistening with blood now, and I could n't severalise if about of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep gashes on our munition, cover, and body, there was a good chance that it was an adequate amount of money of both.

As she finally came back down from her high, she lifted back off of me. My hammer fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the first fourth dimension 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 perch, over a foot long and glistening with a mixing 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 leaky faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her cutis. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a little girl like that again, she 's apt to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a profoundly jape, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but person inside her, possessing her. But I did n't handle ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my spinal column, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two finger full of my thick, sticky cum from her pussy and stay them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer framework dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly whiten fang again. This meter, though, they were stained with seafarer of dried blood.

'' We 'll hold 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 breeze of her fingers and an Lord crack cocaine, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped open the adjacent morning time, and the number one thing I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my pipe dream from the Night before just a disconnected computer memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my whole torso ached, feeling faint and unsporting. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the sign of a hangover, and a good rain shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my shower stall.

As I washed my organic structure off, I heard my school text ringtone go off. I ended my cascade shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the telephone set and saw it was a flick subject matter from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the picture European elk had taken the nighttime before, just after Joanna and I had finished the dart secret plan. We looked kind of cute in the picture, I 'll admit.

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

Vampire fangs.

I closed the picture and read the incidental message with a tactual sensation of unease :

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

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

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

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

'' well, fuck. ''