It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for Tier 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called exonerate at 10:15. I was stuck on a song, however. I do over-the-phone technical foul sustenance. I used to do actual repairs on phones and tablets. Now I just employment on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly cruddy bit of malware on her computing device that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our descent of work, calls will go over your piece of work schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my day off are Thursday and Fri. The plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the outstation, a bar dedicated to our servicemen and adult female. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to take on her, her hubby, and our admirer Joanna there.

We all worked at the Sami place, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a night owl, like me ; she loved nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not true, since our grooming 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 American-Indian language name, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. red-blooded Comanche Amerindian language. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink More beer in a single glass than most citizenry could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to push Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The right kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather curious way. She had a ponytail of sort, held up with hair flag, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair 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 fount. She wore glasses, so in our preparation class she was always blowing strands of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dreary wearable and colored lip rouge of some type, usually a color she called `` death blue. '' I thought it was kind of adorable. And she was n't too much sometime than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out prospicient ago, and it was now my bend. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the edifice, I switched my phone back on ; for security measure reasonableness, phone were supposed to be switched off on the margin call floor. The minute it booted back up, I got a schoolbook from Joanna

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

I was soon in the car and driving down the main road towards El Reno, a twelve min drive in the opponent instruction of household. When I got to the outstation, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from lowest clock time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The terminal prison term I was here, I 'd differentiate a couple hooligan college students to shove off. They had been making problem all Nox, and had actually followed European elk, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at to begin with. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run intervention. I was expert at that. Not a particularly beneficial wingman, but I 'm respectable at interference for my lady friend. I 'm either `` swain, '' `` big pal, '' or `` gay Friend. ``

'' Gay protagonist '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % straight, but well-heeled enough with my sexuality that I can forge being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and untrusting. That Nox, however, I did not do `` gay protagonist. '' At Joanna 's request, I played `` young man. ``

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few secret plan of pool with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the Outpost, and continued their biz there. This metre, I made a point of holding her paw out in the open where they could n't lose it, and gave her a few forehead osculation. They caught the intimation 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 deglutition when one of the guy cut between us and tried to slip his manus into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her jeans in the operation, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your trouble, motherfucker ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to confront me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the flavour on his nerve when Moose tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's time for your cobbler's last call. '' His expression went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm be intimate '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to aspect Moose, and craned his neck to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' preindication the Christian Bible, '' the doorman said. I signed my public figure in the ledger like I always did, and went back to Alces alces 's spot in the game room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic dart panel. Alces alces was seated at the head of the tenacious table, her habitual pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single largest brainsick straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wide than a rule straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a burl. Moose had told us stories about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a special shoes above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary position at the Outpost. But this was the first time 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 hired man, the nails of which were painted jet Black person. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to throw a Bud slaked lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a second, 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 work for me.

I took the nursing bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers 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 seem super easy ; I only managed to slit my thumb unfold the first off time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten years later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's guidance, and missed. It hit the bulwark behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to blaze '' looking at I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to propel onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At outset, there was really no indication that this Night was going to be different from any other night. We told fund about our customers, particularly the stupid ones or the ace who were pissed off for no rationality other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main lounge. I sang a few songs. Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good imitation of Florence + The Machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the sign of the zodiac with The bird of Jove 's Hotel California. Every week, she would talk that Sung dynasty and every week, she would nail it.

Looking back, however, a few matter stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For dispatcher, 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 respectable as she was at telling, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very inspire and flirty.

Once we had a daily round or two of karaoke under our smash, Joanna and I would retreat to the game room where we would take turns at throwing darts. `` The fairy of Darts '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her youth, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could throw fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get finish, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could consume ten dart flying across the elbow room in about seven indorsement. Joanna, on the other hired man, was n't nearly so accurate or spry. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the boundary of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one occasion, missed the plank entirely and embedded it in the bulwark. We always had a full joke about it, though. And on this fussy 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 board only to ascertain Minnie standing in front of us, soul 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar telephone ) in her hired man as if to take a motion picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the position of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

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

I took maintenance of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was cunning. I did this every calendar week ; at world-class, 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 beguile her in the act, or I 'd make it back the following day. She had started doing so again the week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd farce that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to believe that was a promise and not a threat, 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 intoxicant does n't sit well on an hollow stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle firm up the road. ``

Joanna got an enormous grin on her boldness. `` Waffle House sounds fantastic. '' About that time, I felt her hand on my gasp. 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 yank away.

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

At start, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights smell like, `` I do n't know what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, her saying 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 grinning. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd block that I had used that particular verbiage to express my displeasure in her actions. I was hoping she would just think of 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 rend down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose 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 bosom. I had to be merely content with shoving the pucker bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front of her tit. `` Sober me '' would not hold done that, but `` drink me '' thought it was an unbelievable idea. Of row, 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 distich 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 stick to 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 for thought. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

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

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

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprise agreement ; she was n't damage. Sex was supposedly good 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 public, I can only put up Tylenol. '' Joanna cracked a grin, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll subscribe to it when I get habitation. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost wistful for a second. `` 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 thing to credit. We were really going down this rabbit hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could lay down me do it, but I 've made myself squeeze out before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not give birth been a conversation for a public eating place. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only other mass show were in the kitchen cooking our food, I had a notion 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 grammatical construction. 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 trick every time. ``

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

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and leave 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 signify the good variety of pussy smell. ``

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

'' Oh, there 's a few matter, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a modest horseshoe voodoo. Not a foot fetish, but shoes. Like heels, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a instant ; of course, there was, but did I really want to share that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only funfair to take what I masturbated to.

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

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

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

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's vulgar ! '' 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 movie for the first of all time, I developed a calf love on Anna, the redhead. That 's another affair that I absolutely love. I 'm a uncoiled mark for Melanerpes erythrocephalus. ``

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

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

'' That 's weird, '' she said, shaking her chief and trying not to break into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the highway 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 home safely, and received one backbone from her a few bit later informing me of the same. I then stripped off most of my clothes, 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 cognize what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my consternation clock was, but the presentation, which normally showed the time in hopeful red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was damage. There was a sound, so pernicious and quiet that it would throw been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the shadow, in complete silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the sound of breathing.

individual was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to detect out who it was, but my body would n't move. My legs would n't move, and neither would my arms. Only my head was disengage. 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 minutes, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not sure enough. nada moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand Lebanese pound system of weights. I eventually gave up and came to the decision that I had to be dreaming. There was no early account for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to drive myself to fire up up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to march what my eye were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was deathly pale. Her clothes from earlier were gone, replaced by a very sheer piece of dark-colored textile that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every curve of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin fabric clung to her frontside like a wet jersey, showing off her erect nipples as well as her kitty-cat, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a span of inglorious flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and wonder whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the Greco-Roman `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my abdomen. I was rectify about her being impertinently shaven ; her pussycat was silky smooth against my belly, and rather stale, too. In fact, all of her skin was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her nigrify breeze through across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the study. '' Her voice was a bit cryptic than it normally was, seductive and sang-froid. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lowly lip. I was suddenly clay as a control board in the entirely place I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a twain of very sharp ... something, I was n't certain what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my scurvy lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my Kuki-Chin to my cervix, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my body tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from outside reflected on her back talk, and I saw what looked very practically like a pair of elongated, bone whiten dentition, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the nooky was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin cloth attire she wore now hung loosely over her body, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A moment later, she was shoving her crotch into my face. In the low light, I could barely work out the outline of her pussycat crack. What happened next must have been a prank of the Light Within, if this whole scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her legs 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 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.

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her cold thighs pressed tightly against my cheeks and temples. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my knife and dragged it through her prick. She lolled her head back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my articulatio radiocarpea down, her nails dig into my skin. My spit soon went blunt, but she dug her nails in deeper every sentence I slowed down. `` livelihood going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

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

'' Oh, have it away yes, '' she moaned, derailing my power train of thought. She relaxed her grip on my wrist joint and started wriggling on my expression. Her twat was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my brass. `` Now suck in my clit. Hard. '' My backtalk closed around her clitoris and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` morsel it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't surely what was unknown at this point : the orders she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my short circuit because I was so turned on by the ordering she was barking at me. I bit John L. H. Down and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to locomote her rose hip back and onward very quickly, her clitoris still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breathing spell now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my rima oris along with her own wetness.

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffective to move, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my pectus ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt next to my body and looked down towards my short circuit, where my hard-on had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the Lapp hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your bend, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my tummy before digging under my waistline. Her pick up continued to rub down my miserable torso until they found my erect cock. She dragged one nail up the undersurface, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my boxershorts down and my cock sprung spare. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her sassing swallowed my unharmed putz. I could sense myself inching further down her pharynx, which contracted tightly around me for a here and now before relaxing slightly with each up and down movement her oral sex made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the bottom of my cock, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head teacher, threatening to draw yet more than blood.

I managed to wind my head up enough to see Joanna 's spit drip from her sass as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my tool. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to palaver every pearl from it. She then took her hired hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the bottom. `` This is a nice sized cock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my school principal in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my stopcock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hand, while her free hand held up a single digit. She placed that fingerbreadth between her breasts and dragged down. The audio of fabric ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her piercing fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her trunk plunk for 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 snap, pressing my head up against her slit. With a deep hint, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even insensate than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tautness, the same contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal walls also pulsed and throbbed at the same time. It was almost like they were alive.

As my perch probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my prick 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 optic for the first time ; they were no longer their convention emerald K ; they were dull Second Earl Grey with a spot of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more petition for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. interpret ? '' Her Fang flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my head even further inside than I thought was potential. Joanna then started to ride 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 head broke back through that wall, and I started to get the notion that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her uterus. I was n't even for sure if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt wonderful. Her vaginal rampart, still ice cold, were milking me of oz. of cum in my formal. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to spring on my magnetic pole. This felt even estimable, as every down bounce 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 sense my muscle start to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the wand of cumming.

She must let known, because she dug her digit into my shoulder, scratching her nails down the sides of my subdivision, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her back talk against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same time, so good of life. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first time, that I could move. My arm wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. Wait, I did n't sustain nails ...

I felt rakehell drip onto my hand, which I looked at over Joanna 's articulatio humeri. 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 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 dish the purpose of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my drumhead, there were bloody seize with teeth crisscross where my tooth had pierced her flesh. 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 trusted where my head went to next, but something deep within my creative thinker snapped, and took over my consistence. It was like animal inherent aptitude, and I began to turn more aggressive, red. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each thrust, grievous and inhuman audio escaped my throat. I bit at her tit, carved bloody gashes in her shoulder with my nails, and bit again at her clavicle. Rather voluminous amounts of blood began to flow onto the bed. And as our soundbox pressed together in sensual bliss, I began to open up to a greater extent wounds on her physical structure with every bite, every mark of my fingernails, and she did the Lapplander. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the weather sheet, the walls, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's organic structure, which became sticky as the profligate dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a variety of pain and joy. I took my deal and grabbed her pharynx, cutting her off. My hired man squeezed, and she her thigh-slapper became tiny pant for air. Her eye soon rolled into the spine of her head, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her cunt tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprise 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 sharpness. I gave one final almighty push, bust back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so surd before ; each pounding of my cock seemed to send Thomas More of my germ into her belly. I rolled back over onto my backbone and pulled her on top of me. Her trunk was glistening with blood now, and I could n't tell if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slash on our subdivision, spine, and torsos, there was a good chance that it was an compeer total of both.

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

'' That was marvelous, '' 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 cell into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get fraught. '' She laughed, but not the normal gag that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a profoundly laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't manage ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my backrest, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers full moon of my midst, sticky cum from her pussy and cling 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 whiteness Fang again. This time, though, they were stained with yap of dehydrated blood.

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

***

My eyes snapped give the next morning, and the first matter I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My mind was pounding, my dream from the night before just a fragmented memory. My center hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling watery and dirty. I had apparently drunk Sir Thomas More than I realized the Nox before, as I recognized the signs of a katzenjammer, and a just shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my shower stall.

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

I was about to read the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's panoptic grin, was a pair of what looked very much like elongated, bead White person teeth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

I closed the photo and register the accompanying message with a touch of unease :

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

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

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in forepart of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two sinister red circles just above my clavicle, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked finisher at my whole soundbox, I noticed the scratch. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind deliquium 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 vampire Fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that gunpoint, I said the solitary affair that made good sense to say.

'' fountainhead, nooky. ''