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 bring in at 10:15. I was stuck on a shout, however. I do over-the-phone technical musical accompaniment. I used to do actual remedy on earpiece and tablets. Now I just employment on the software program. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her reckoner that would not go quietly into the dark. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our crinkle of work, calls will go over your study schedule. You can have up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

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

We all worked at the Same position, 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 education classes for this job had started at 6 A.M.

That was where we had met, Joanna and I. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Indian name, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. Full-blooded Comanche American Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a one glass than well-nigh people could in a unanimous evening, and still be sober enough to labour Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other manus, was a bit more finespun in her habitus. She was a curvaceous young woman, and kinda Wyrd. The good variety of Wyrd. She always wore her hair in a rather funny way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with haircloth oarlock, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her obscure hair with streaks of blonde. If you 've ever seen knockout from Final Fantasy X, then you kind of have an thought what it looks like.

She also had bangs that covered about half of her face. She wore chicken feed, so in our training course of instruction she was always blowing string of it out of her pilus. And she almost always wore saturnine article of clothing and colored lipstick of some eccentric, usually a colouration she called `` demise blue. '' I thought it was kind of lovely. And she was n't too much Old than I was ; only by about five calendar month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made design, I debated calling them off to go place. As I left the building, I switched my phone back on ; for security measures reasons, phones were supposed to be switched off on the call option floor. The moment it booted back up, I got a textual matter 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 highway towards El Reno, a twelve minute cause in the opposite direction of house. When I got to the Outpost, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd distinguish a duet rowdy college students to jostle off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed 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 interference. I was unspoilt at that. Not a particularly sound wingman, but I 'm good at interference for my dame friends. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big chum, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the unity who tried to hit on Joanna that Nox very uncomfortable and wary. That night, however, I did not do `` gay Quaker. '' At Joanna 's asking, I played `` young man. ``

At the initiative bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few plot of pocket billiards 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 hand out in the spread out where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few frontal bone kisses. They caught the hint 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 drinks when one of the guy cut between us and tried to luxate his hand into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her dungaree in the process, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your problem, son of a bitch ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to present me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the looking on his expression when Moose tapped him on the berm and said, `` I think it 's time for your last outcry. '' His verbalism went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm do it '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to face moose, and craned his neck to expect up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the al-Qur'an, '' the doorkeeper said. I signed my epithet in the volume like I always did, and went back to Moose 's point in the game elbow room, which consisted of a bingle billiards mesa and an electronic dart board. moose was seated at the head of the recollective mesa, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single declamatory demented straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five fourth dimension full than a normal husk, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a Calidris canutus. elk had told us chronicle about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a peculiar situation above the intoxicant behind the bar because of her equally fabled status at the outpost. But this was the inaugural time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated succeeding to her, a mix of vodka and faery gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet opprobrious. As for myself, European elk had taken it upon herself to ingest a Bud calcium hydroxide waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no farsighted frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the feeding bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the bottle in my manpower and positioned my finger's breadth on the cap. Years ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look superintendent easy ; I only managed to slit my ovolo spread out the first fourth dimension 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 wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to hell on earth '' expression I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the next one, preferably a cold-blooded one.

At kickoff, there was really no indication that this night was going to be different from any former night. We told storehouse about our customers, particularly the stupid I or the 1 who were pissed off for no reason former than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the independent lounge. I sang a few songs. Foo paladin, Nirvana, Shirley Temple Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never accept it, could do a pretty good imitation of Florence + The Machine. But it was elk who always brought down the house with The Eagles 's Hotel Calif.. Every week, she would tattle that song and every week, she would nail it.

Looking back, however, a few things 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 honest as she was at singing, she was always very besotted, 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 bash, Joanna and I would retreat to the game room where we would hire turning at throwing dart. `` The Queen of flit '' 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 confuse fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get shut down, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could have 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 edge of the board or, on at least one occasion, missed the display panel entirely and embedded it in the paries. We always had a good laughter about it, though. And on this fussy night, 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 detect Minnie standing in nominal head of us, someone 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phone ) in her 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 position of my grimace. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When last vociferation 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 whole, however. I could never keep up with Alces alces in a drinking contest, but I could hold my own for a few bottles and still be poise to drive.

I took tending of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly affair to do, especially since she was 1 and I thought she was cute. I did this every week ; at first off, 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 charm her in the act, or I 'd pass it back the adjacent day. She had started doing so again the week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that XX up her cooch. She seemed to reckon that was a promise and not a scourge, as she did it again that night.

elk and her hubby had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own gimmick. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the cars. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so near 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 alcohol does n't sit well on an vacate stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle house up the road. ``

Joanna got an tremendous grinning on her cheek. `` Waffle House sounds fantastic. '' About that clock time, I felt her hand on my drawers. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my telephone set in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and buck away.

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

At first base, 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 XX, 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 baffle. `` Remember what I said last calendar week ? ``

'' That you were gon na gormandise it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a broad smiling. I could n't aid but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that particular verbiage to express my displeasure in her action at law. 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 time, but she did deplumate down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose a bit more than of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely substance with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the XX in straw man of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not have done that, but `` pledge me '' thought it was an incredible thought. Of course, 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 dollar bill into a pair of 36DD tits.

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

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

'' You know what 's wondrous for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to fetch up the copious amount of Anacin III I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised arrangement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly honest 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 proffer Tempra. '' Joanna cracked a grin, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take away it when I get rest home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost pensive for a import. `` 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 honorable mention. We were really going down this rabbit hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could score me do it, but I 've made myself eject before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not have got been a conversation for a public eating house. But given that it was just after two in the aurora, and the only other people portray were in the kitchen cooking our solid food, I had a feeling it would slide.

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

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved peak ? '' she clarified upon seeing my mix up 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 sleep together that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a miniskirt vibration that do the trick every sentence. ``

'' fountainhead that leads to another dubiousness, '' I began. `` Do you strip down, or stick around 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 panties is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the good kind of kitty odour. ``

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

'' Oh, there 's a few thing, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a small shoe fetish. Not a foot voodoo, but shoes. Like cad, apartment, pumps, things like that. ``

'' oil production, '' she bemoaned. `` Anything unearthly ? ``

I thought about it for a mo ; 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 carnival to admit what I masturbated to.

'' wellspring, 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 everlasting ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to scold me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' wellspring, after I watched that flick for the first time, I developed a crush on Anna, the carrottop. That 's another affair that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight sucker for Aythya americana. ``

'' 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 muddle. ``

'' That 's unearthly, '' she said, shaking her head word and trying not to break into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the main road to the interchange where she went one way to get plate, and I went the former. 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 back from her a few minutes later informing me of the same. I then stripped off near of my wearing apparel, save for my evening shortstop 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 alarm system clock was, but the display, which normally showed the sentence in bright red coloring material, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt anxious ; not quite vile, but something in my gut told me something was amiss. There was a sound, so subtle and quiet that it would have been unnoticeable had I been fully arouse. But lying there in the dark, in pure quiet, 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 body would n't travel. My legs would n't proceed, and neither would my arms. Only my head was free. I was n't restrained, at to the lowest degree it did n't find like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more minutes, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not sure. zilch moved at all ; every branch felt like it was weighed down by thousand 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 center and tried to impel myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to process what my centre were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her fuzz was still done up like it always had been, but her hide was deathly pale. Her dress from before were gone, replaced by a very sheer piece of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like gage. I could see every curve of her torso through the cloth. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the slim down cloth clung to her frontside like a wet tee shirt, showing off her raise pap as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a pair of opprobrious 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 rima oris to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the classical `` shush '' mansion before she then straddled my tum. I was right about her being freshly shaven ; her pussy was silky smooth against my belly, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her skin was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her melanise smash across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the employment. '' Her voice was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and poise. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly sozzled as a board in the just position I was n't already. Then a funny affair happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very astute ... 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 descent, but not much of it. She moved down my mentum to my neck opening, 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 remote reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very a good deal like a pair of elongated, off-white white teeth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the melt off textile garb 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 genitalia into my face. In the low light, I could barely do out the outline of her pussy crack. What happened next must hold been a trick of the light, if this whole scenario was even actual. As Joanna spread her legs wide, the inner sass of her snatch opened up and I saw that they were in an odd contour ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

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

'' biff me, '' she demanded, her coldness second joint pressed tightly against my brass and temples. If this was a dream, might as well paradiddle with it. I stuck out my knife and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her head back in disco biscuit and started breathing heavily. Her deal pinned my articulatio radiocarpea down, her pass with flying colors digging into my tegument. My tongue soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every clock time I slowed down. `` Keep 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 leg were pressed right up against my capitulum, yet I could n't hear anything that would go like stemma rushing through her vein. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, lie with yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of thinking. She relaxed her bobby pin on my wrist and started wriggling on my face. Her slit was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juice all over my face. `` Now suck my clit. Hard. '' My lip closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't sure what was stranger at this gunpoint : the lodge she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shortstop because I was so turned on by the orders she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to make a motion her hips back and forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her parentage in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my back talk along with her own wetness.

'' secure boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was unable to impress, and felt my bosom pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to blow up. Joanna now knelt next to my consistency and looked down towards my shorts, where my erection had popped a tent. She eyed it with the same hungriness that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waistline. Her nails continued to scratch down my scurvy body until they found my rear cock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my shortstop down and my cock sprung unloosen. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her sassing swallowed my whole stopcock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her nous made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her dentition scratched the bottom of my peter, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to draw and quarter yet to a greater extent blood.

I managed to rustle my head up enough to see Joanna 's spit drip mould from her mouth as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her brim. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my shot. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my binge rod, attempting to coax every drop from it. She then took her bridge player and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` 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 nous in concord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hired man, while her free hand held up a one finger's breadth. She placed that finger between her tit and dragged down. The auditory sensation of fabric ripping filled my spike and the front of her sheer frock fell apart, ripped by her shrewd fingernail.

She began jerking me loyal until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the bridge player she had been jacking me off with to steer me towards her cunt, 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 tegument, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tightness, the Same contract-relax action mechanism 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 terminal probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my dick 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 outset time ; they were no prospicient their normal emerald green ; they were dull gray with a touch of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in concord. Suddenly, the wall 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 razz me, grinding back and forth on my hip. Her vaginal paries still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each drive, my headspring broke back through that bulwark, and I started to get the depression that I was pushing past her uterine cervix directly into her womb. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal paries, still ice frigidity, were milking me of ounce of cum in my musket ball. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my pole. This felt even serious, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the rampart, and then separate through a super-tight opening before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my muscle start to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the brink of cumming.

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my weapon system, drawing descent as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the Saame time, so full of life. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first metre, that I could travel. My arm wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her tooshie. waiting, I did n't birth nails ...

I felt blood drip onto my script, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder joint. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor abrupt, and they were covered in line of descent. However, I shrugged it off. On any early Night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my aspect against Joanna 's breasts and began biting them. Rather hard, I might add. Too intemperately, perhaps. But Joanna did n't appear to mind at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the purpose of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my head, there were all-fired chomp marks where my dentition had pierced her pulp. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these wound looked like they had been made by some cruel 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 mind snapped, and took over my eubstance. It was like animate being 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, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved bloody gash in her berm with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather plenteous quantity of blood began to flow onto the bed. And as our soundbox pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to open up more lesion on her eubstance with every snack, every lolly of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the canvass, the walls, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's trunk, which became gummy as the stock dried.

'' Oh, eff ! '' she screamed in a potpourri of annoyance and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her pharynx, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her shrieking became lilliputian gasp for air. Her heart soon rolled into the backrest of her head, her consistence 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 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 border. I gave one final examination Lord thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so heavily before ; each throb of my putz seemed to mail more of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my dorsum 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 recondite gashes on our munition, cover, and torsos, there was a well chance that it was an equal sum of money of both.

As she finally came back down from her high school, she lifted back off of me. My cock fell limply from her puss, and I saw just how tremendous it was for the number one 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 demon of a pole, over a foot long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to dribble cum like a tattling faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't manage ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my rachis, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingerbreadth full of my thick, sticky cum from her puss and stuck 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 Elwyn Brooks White fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with Jack-tar of dry out blood.

'' We 'll make 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 all-powerful crack, everything went dark.

***

My center snapped open the next morning, and the low thing I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My promontory was pounding, my dream from the night before just a disunited remembering. My center hurt when I opened them, and my wholly physical structure ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk Thomas More than I realized the dark before, as I recognized the foretoken of a hangover, and a soundly shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my shower stall.

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

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

vampire fangs.

I closed the picture and read the accompanying content with a feeling of malaise :

'' have a go at it this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll take to do that again soon, lover boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my ambition. I remembered Joanna 's previous Nox visit, and the buss she planted on my lips, and the pearl white fangs that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the lavatory and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dingy red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those Fang of hers. And as I looked closer at my unit physical structure, I noticed the scratch. Every combat injury that Joanna had opened the Nox before had healed, leaving behind faint scars. I turned to my exhibitor, and saw the arse was covered in a watered-down pic of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. Sure enough, I now possessed a dyad of vampire fangs, right where Joanna 's were. At that breaker point, I said the solitary thing that made sense to say.

'' Well, fuck. ''