It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the earphone. The waiting line for grade 1 had closed over an hr ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone proficient supporting. I used to do actual repairs on phones and tablets. Now I just piece of work on the software. 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 night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of piece of work, song will go over your work agenda. 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 plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our military personnel and women. Minnie 's full cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the Saame place, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a nighttime owl, like me ; she loved nighttime. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was form of not true, since our training course of study 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 language. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a single glass than well-nigh people could in a solid evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and coating 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more fragile in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The soundly kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather odd way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair thole, while the backbone of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her obscure hair with streaks of blond. If you 've ever seen Lulu from Final Fantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had rush that covered about half of her face. She wore glasses, so in our training class she was always blowing chain of it out of her pilus. And she almost always wore dark clothing and colored lipstick of some case, usually a color she called `` death blueness. '' I thought it was sort of adorable. And she was n't too much older than I was ; only by about five months 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 program, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my earphone back on ; for security intellect, phones were supposed to be switched off on the margin call floor. The mo it booted back up, I got a school text 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 min ride in the opposition direction of home. When I got to the outpost, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from net time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd told a couple yobo college pupil to stuff off. They had been making trouble all dark, and had actually followed moose, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at earlier. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run disturbance. I was secure at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm good at intervention for my lady admirer. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

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

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few plot 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 frontier settlement, and continued their game there. This fourth dimension, I made a point of holding her hand out in the undefendable where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few forehead osculation. They caught the speck 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 drinks when one of the guy cable cut between us and tried to slip his manus into Joanna 's tooshie, nearly ripping her jeans in the cognitive operation, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your problem, bastard ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whiskey breathing space. I do n't commend what he said, but I remember the flavour on his face when elk tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's fourth dimension for your last call. '' His face went from, `` who the inferno do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm have it off '' in point-oh-shit minute. He turned to face European elk, and craned his neck opening to bet up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' signboard the book, '' the gatekeeper said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's spot in the secret plan room, which consisted of a individual billiards table and an electronic dart board. Moose was seated at the promontory of the longsighted table, her accustomed pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single largest disturbed straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times blanket than a normal pale yellow, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a knot. European elk had told us stories about this rather legendary pale yellow before, about how it held a special position above the alcoholic drink behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the outpost. But this was the first sentence 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 custody, the nails of which were painted jet Negroid. As for myself, moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud quicklime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a bit, because it was no longer frosty from being sassy out of the electric refrigerator, but the nursing bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would knead for me.

I took the nursing bottle in my script and positioned my fingers on the cap. Years ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summertime and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottleful by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it await A-one easy ; I only managed to slice my ovolo open the offset clip I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten twelvemonth 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 odoriferous `` go to hellhole '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At number one, there was really no reading that this Nox was going to be unlike from any early night. We told storehouse about our customers, particularly the stupid person ones or the ace who were pissed off for no reason former than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main sofa. I sang a few songs. Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Shirley Temple Black Sabbath, and Johnny Reb Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never include it, could do a pretty full impersonation of Florence + The Machine. But it was Moose who always brought down the theater with The bird of Jove 's Hotel California. Every hebdomad, she would sing that song and every calendar week, she would nail it.

looking at back, however, a few thing stuck out as ... dissimilar about Joanna. For appetiser, she was normally a very timid person, even when she was drunkard. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as good as she was at singing, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That Nox, however, she was very revivify and flirty.

Once we had a cycle or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would retreat to the biz room where we would take turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of flit '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her young person, 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 close, and I always got the dart grouped together. I could have ten flit flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the former 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 affair, missed the circuit card entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a commodity laughter about it, though. And on this particular 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 find Minnie standing in nominal head of us, mortal 's earphone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phones ) in her hand as if to exact a pic. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her knife out to where she was almost licking the side of my boldness. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When endure call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that very much, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty satisfying, however. I could never keep up with European elk in a boozing contest, but I could contain my own for a few feeding bottle and still be cool off to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was ace and I thought she was precious. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few multiplication, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always take hold of her in the act, or I 'd give it back the following day. She had started doing so again the calendar week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd pig out that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a threat, as she did it again that night.

moose and her hubby 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 alcohol does n't sit well on an empty stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle House up the road. ``

Joanna got an tremendous smile on her grimace. `` Waffle menage sounds fantastic. '' About that time, I felt her hand on my knickers. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my telephone set in that particular proposition pocket, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

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

At inaugural, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights feeling like, `` I do n't bonk what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the XX, her grammatical construction changed to one of guilt.

'' I told you to stop that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit crucify. `` Remember what I said hold out week ? ``

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grinning. I could n't avail but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that particular verbiage to express my displeasure in her natural process. I was hoping she would just call back that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not face her cooch for stuffing at that picky prison term, 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 populace, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely message with shoving the crumble account into her bra. She smiled widely as my script plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front of her pap. `` Sober me '' would not possess done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an incredible musical theme. 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 into a pair of 36DD tits.

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

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

'' You know what 's grand for worry ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the plenteous amount of Phenaphen 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 undecomposed 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 populace, I can only offer Tempra. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll film it when I get home. '' She sank back into her buttocks and seemed almost wistful for a import. `` Masturbation is fun, though. ``

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

Six hours ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public eatery. But given that it was just after two in the first light, and the only other multitude present were in the kitchen cooking our nutrient, I had a belief it would slide.

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

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved pourboire ? '' she clarified upon seeing my confused 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 jazz that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a miniskirt vibe that do the trick every clock time. ``

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

'' It depends on the humour I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panty 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 variety of snatch look. ``

'' fish taco, '' 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 kind of have a small-scale shoe fetish. Not a foot fetich, but shoe. Like heels, flats, pumps, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a bit ; of track, 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 fair to admit what I masturbated to.

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

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

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

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's gross ! '' 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 for the first time time, I developed a calf love on Anna, the Aythya americana. That 's another affair that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight fool for redheads. ``

'' 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 hole. ``

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

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle theatre, I followed her up the highway to the give-and-take where she went one way to get home plate, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text edition 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 most of my clothes, save for my even boxers 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 bed what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the video display, which normally showed the time in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt nervous ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a audio, so elusive and quiet that it would consume been obscure had I been fully awake. But lying there in the darkness, in complete muteness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of earpiece. It was the sound of breathing.

somebody was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to rule out who it was, but my body would n't move. My pegleg would n't move, and neither would my weapons system. Only my header was gratuitous. I was n't restrained, at least 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 for sure. Nothing moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by m 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 eye and tried to force myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My wit refused to march what my eyes were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her cutis was deathly pale. Her dress from early were gone, replaced by a very sheer composition of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like fastball. I could see every bender of her physical structure through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin cloth clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her erect nipples as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only other garments she wore were a pair of black 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 definitive `` shush '' augury before she then straddled my tummy. I was rightfulness about her being freshly shaven ; her pussy was sleek smooth against my paunch, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her hide was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her pitch-dark nails across my buttock as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her part was a bit abstruse than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her oculus and bit on my modest lip. I was suddenly stiff as a dining table in the only when spot I was n't already. Then a funny affair happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very abrupt ... something, I was n't sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my bring down lip. I suddenly tasted my own line, 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 strain up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a brightness from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a pair of elongated, drop gabardine teeth, like fangs.

vampire fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the slim down framework clothes she wore now hung loosely over her body, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A here and now later, she was shoving her crotch into my face. In the low visible light, I could barely make out the schema of her twat offer. What happened next must have been a magic of the light, if this unit scenario was even existent. As Joanna spread her peg across-the-board, the inner back talk of her cunt opened up and I saw that they were in an odd configuration ; 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.

'' biff me, '' she demanded, her frigidness thighs pressed tightly against my cheeks and synagogue. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her pussy. She lolled her oral sex back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my articulatio radiocarpea down, her nails dig into my skin. My natural language soon went benumbed, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` bread and butter going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clitoris and rim. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her legs were pressed right up against my capitulum, yet I could n't hear anything that would fathom like rake rushing through her venous blood vessel. It was like her nub was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, fuck yes, '' she moaned, derailing my gear of thought. She relaxed her hold on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her pussycat was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my brass. `` Now blow my clitoris. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` insect bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

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

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was unable to strike, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt side by side to my organic structure and looked down towards my boxers, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the Lapp thirst 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 waist. Her pass with flying colors continued to scratch down my let down 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 shorts down and my putz sprung free people. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my solid turncock. I could palpate myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my cock, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to puff yet more blood.

I managed to lift my drumhead up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a meretricious `` slurp '' while pulling my rod from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my putz. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to blarney every drop from it. She then took her bridge player and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a prissy sized pecker, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my drumhead in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my pecker pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a William Christopher Handy with one hand, while her free hand held up a 1 finger's breadth. She placed that finger's breadth between her chest and dragged down. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer attire fell apart, ripped by her incisive fingernail.

She began jerking me faster 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 deal she had been jacking me off with to channelize me towards her pussy, pressing my head up against her pussy. With a deep hint, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even colder than her skin, if that was potential. And even here, I felt the same tightness, the Lapplander contract-relax military action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal paries also pulsed and throbbed at the same time. It was almost like they were alive.

As my pole 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 glimpse of Joanna 's eyes for the firstly meter ; they were no farsighted their normal emerald green ; they were dim Zane Grey with a office of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. realize ? '' 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 head even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to ride me, grinding back and Forth River on my pelvic arch. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each jab, my capitulum broke back through that wall, and I started to get the impression 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 tremendous. Her vaginal bulwark, still ice frigidness, were milking me of ounce of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my pole. This felt even undecomposed, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the wall, and then discover through a super-tight chess opening before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my musculus first to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must have got known, because she dug her fingerbreadth into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the side of my subdivision, drawing stemma as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same clip, so full of aliveness. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the outset time, that I could make a motion. My blazonry wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her fanny. time lag, I did n't suffer nails ...

I felt blood 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 night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my face against Joanna 's knocker and began biting them. Rather grueling, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't appear to bear in mind at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the purpose of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my top dog, there were crashing collation Saint Mark 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 condemnable animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not for sure where my head went to next, but something deep within my mind snapped, and took over my body. It was like animate being instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, fierce. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each stab, monstrous and inhuman sound escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved all-fired gash in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather plentiful amounts of profligate began to flow onto the bed. And as our physical structure pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to open up to a greater extent wounds on her eubstance with every pungency, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the Same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the bulwark, my apparel on the floor, and even Joanna 's consistence, which became sticky as the blood dried.

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

'' Oh, I 'm cumming, I 'm cummng ! '' Joanna meekly squealed, and it drove me over the edge. I gave one net almighty thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my pecker seemed to send Sir Thomas More of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my book binding and pulled her on top of me. Her dead body was glistening with stock now, and I could n't evidence if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slice on our limb, backs, and torsos, there was a sound opportunity that it was an equal quantity of both.

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

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a helping hand through her pussy, which had started to drop cum like a leaky faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a missy like that again, she 's liable to get fraught. '' She laughed, but not the rule 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 handle ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers full of my midst, gummy cum from her pussy and pose them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer cloth dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly white fangs again. This clip, though, they were stained with dozens of desiccated blood.

'' We 'll have got to do that again soon, devotee boy ... '' she whispered into my ear, nibbling playfully on my earlobe. She then floated back into the air, where, with a snap of her finger's breadth and an God Almighty wisecrack, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped open up the next morning, and the first thing I saw was my alarm clock clock video display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My drumhead was pounding, my dream from the night before just a disconnected memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my unharmed body ached, feeling weak and unsporting. I had apparently drunk Thomas More than I realized the night before, as I recognized the sign of the zodiac of a katzenjammer, and a unspoilt shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up up and walked to my shower stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the headphone and saw it was a motion picture content from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the picture Alces alces had taken the Nox before, just after Joanna and I had finished the shoot game. We looked kind of cute in the moving-picture show, I 'll admit.

I was about to scan the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a pair of what looked very a good deal like elongated, pearl Edward Douglas White Jr. teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the photo and translate the accompany subject matter with a tactual sensation of unease :

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

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

I rushed back into the lav and stood in social movement of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck opening and, lo and behold, there were two shadow red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked closer at my solid body, I noticed the scratch. Every lesion that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint scars. I turned to my exhibitioner, 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 point, I said the alone thing that made sensation to say.

'' Well, screw. ''