It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for level 1 had closed over an hr ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a yell, however. I do over-the-phone technological documentation. I used to do actual repairs on headphone and tablet. Now I just piece of work on the software. The client I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the Nox. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of descent of work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can accept up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Th and Friday. The plan had been to encounter up with Minnie at the outpost, a bar dedicated to our man and women. Minnie 's cousin-german had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to suffer her, her hubby, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the Saami 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 Nox owl, like me ; she loved nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was form of not honest, since our breeding social class 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 Amerindian language name, Minnie `` moose '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink in more beer in a single glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober sufficiency to drive Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other manus, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The sound kind of weird. She always wore her tomentum in a rather funny way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair's-breadth with stripe of blonde. If you 've ever seen dish from final exam Fantasy X, then you form of have an musical theme what it looks like.

She also had bang that covered about half of her typeface. She wore glasses, so in our grooming social class she was always blowing strands of it out of her hairsbreadth. And she almost always wore dark clothing and colored lipstick of some type, usually a people of color she called `` death blue air. '' I thought it was kind of adorable. And she was n't too much older than I was ; only by about five month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out prospicient ago, and it was now my routine. 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 reasons, telephone set were supposed to be switched off on the call storey. The consequence it booted back up, I got a 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 second drive in the inverse direction of plate. When I got to the Outpost, the hall porter did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from hold out time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The lastly sentence I was here, I 'd secernate a couple rowdy college students to shove off. They had been making trouble all night, 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 noise. I was thoroughly at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm good at incumbrance for my lady friends. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big pal, '' or `` gay acquaintance. ``

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

At the maiden bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few plot 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 game there. This time, I made a gunpoint of holding her hand out in the open where they could n't drop it, and gave her a few forehead kisses. They caught the intimation at start, but every beer they took in made them tacky and more brazen.

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

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

'' What 's your job, dickhead ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the feel on his brass when Moose tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's metre for your hold up vociferation. '' His saying went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm hump '' in point-oh-shit second base. He turned to face European elk, and craned his neck to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' polarity the book, '' the gatekeeper said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's smudge in the biz elbow room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic flit board. Alces alces was seated at the headland of the farseeing table, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the 1 great crazy straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wider than a normal straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a slub. elk had told us narration about this rather fabled stubble before, about how it held a special place above the alcoholic drink behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the outstation. But this was the first time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated future to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her paw, the nails of which were painted jet ignominious. As for myself, moose had taken it upon herself to give birth a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a minute, because it was no longer frosty from being freshly 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 hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. twelvemonth ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summertime and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look ace easy ; I only managed to slice up my ovolo open up the start time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten long time later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the paries behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the odorous `` go to sin '' smell I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to actuate onto the next one, preferably a cold one.

At first, there was really no indication that this night was going to be different from any other Nox. We told stores about our customers, particularly the pudding head ones or the ones who were pissed off for no ground early than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the briny couch. I sang a few Song dynasty. Foo attack aircraft, promised land, Shirley Temple 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 simple machine. But it was European elk who always brought down the house with The Eagles 's Hotel California. Every week, she would babble that vocal and every week, she would nail it.

Looking back, however, a few things stuck out as ... unlike about Joanna. For freshman, she was normally a very cautious person, even when she was drunk. 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 sozzled, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would back out to the game room where we would take turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of flit '' was a title that my female parent bad proudly held in her early days, 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 stopping point, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could have ten darts flying across the room in about seven sec. Joanna, on the other hired man, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the control board or, on at least one occasion, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the paries. We always had a sound laugh about it, though. And on this particular dark, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than ever.

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

When cobbler's 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 solid, however. I could never celebrate up with Alces alces in a drinking contest, but I could hold my own for a few bottleful 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 1 and I thought she was cute. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to err a twenty in my car. After a few prison term, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always catch her in the act, or I 'd give 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 overindulge that XX up her cooch. She seemed to opine 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 well-nigh everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her center 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 enormous grinning on her face. `` Waffle house sounds fantastic. '' About that clock time, I felt her paw on my pants. 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 dollar bill flap to the ground. `` Oh, Jesus, Joanna, really ? ``

At offset, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look like, `` I do n't roll in the hay what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the XX, her facial expression changed to one of guilt.

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

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

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not demo her cooch for stuffing at that particular metre, but she did pull down the neck opening 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 top dog nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely content with shoving the crinkle bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front man of her pap. `` Sober me '' would not have done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feeling on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a brace 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 adopt me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the main road. We got to the roast, 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 antic for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to add up the copious amount of Tylenol I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in storm understanding ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly thoroughly for vexation, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

'' And onanism, '' I added. `` Unfortunately, since we are in public, I can only declare oneself Phenaphen. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost pensive for a present moment. `` onanism 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 cite. We were really going down this coney hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could puddle me do it, but I 've made myself spurt before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not possess been a conversation for a populace eating house. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only other people stage were in the kitchen cooking our food, I had a look it would slide.

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

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved lead ? '' she clarified upon seeing my illogical verbalism. 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 bed that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the conjuring trick every time. ``

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

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and pass on everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled step-in 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 pussy sense of smell. ``

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

'' Oh, there 's a few things, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a modest shoe fetish. Not a foot fetich, but shoe. Like heels, flats, pumps, thing like that. ``

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

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

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

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

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

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

'' fountainhead, after I watched that movie for the first time, I developed a infatuation on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight person soft touch for redheads. ``

'' Do n't interchange the depicted object, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

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

'' That 's unearthly, '' she said, shaking her oral sex and trying not to bankrupt into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle business firm, I followed her up the main road to the give-and-take where she went one way to get home, 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 most of my apparel, save for my evening trunks 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 get it on what sentence it was, honestly. I looked at where my dismay clock was, but the display, which normally showed the sentence in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseated, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a auditory sensation, so subtle and repose that it would possess been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the shadow, in utter silence, 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 rule out who it was, but my consistency would n't impress. My ramification would n't make a motion, and neither would my arms. Only my nous was detached. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't sense like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more transactions, or maybe it was endorsement, I 'm not for sure. Nothing moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pound weight. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other account for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to awaken up.

I opened my optic. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing at get-go, 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 before were gone, replaced by a very transparent slice of dusky-coloured framework that waved and fluttered, almost like smoking. I could see every curve of her body through the framework. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin textile clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her erect nipples as well as her twat, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only former garments she wore were a pair of Black person 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 Hellenic `` shush '' mark 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 dim nails across my brass as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her voice was a bit deeply than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her optic and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a board in the only place I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very acutely ... something, I was n't for sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my Kuki-Chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this meter a bit more painfully. I felt my consistency tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a Inner Light from outdoor reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a yoke of elongated, bead white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the nooky was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thinly cloth wearing apparel she wore now hung loosely over her dead 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 Christ Within, I could barely throw out the schema of her puss crack. What happened next must have been a trick of the luminousness, if this unhurt scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her stage wide, the inner lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd pattern ; they resembled the offstage of a bat.

At least, that 's what it looked like ; as I said before, it all could have just been a put-on 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 frigidity thighs pressed tightly against my cheeks and synagogue. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my natural language and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her question back in disco biscuit and started breathing heavily. Her script pinned my wrist joint down, her arrest digging into my tegument. My glossa soon went benumbed, but she dug her nails in deeper every fourth dimension 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 clit and back talk. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her leg were pressed right up against my ears, yet I could n't get word anything that would sound like blood rushing through her veins. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, love yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of sentiment. She relaxed her grip on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her pussy was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now sop up my clit. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clitoris and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it shed blood. ``

I was n't sure enough what was alien at this detail : the orderliness she was barking at me, or the fact that my putz was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the fiat she was barking at me. I bit polish and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to prompt her hips back and Forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my tooth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my sassing. She was gasping for air in big breathing place now, her clit throbbing as origin dripped into my back talk along with her own wetness.

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my side. I still was unable to move, and felt my middle pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt adjacent to my dead body and looked down towards my shorts, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the same hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her manus and raked her nails across my tum before digging under my waistline. Her boom continued to scratch down my turn down torso until they found my set up cock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my short circuit down and my stopcock sprung exempt. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my unit cock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my peter, too, while her fang scraped and poked at the oral sex, threatening to draw yet more blood.

I managed to lift my brain up enough to see Joanna 's saliva dribble from her mouth as she gave a tatty `` slurp '' while pulling my magnetic pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprisal, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my gourmandize rod, attempting to sweet-talk every drop from it. She then took her hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a nice sized prick, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my mind in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hand, while her free hand held up a bingle finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of cloth ripping filled my pinna and the figurehead of her sheer clothes fell apart, ripped by her abrupt 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 hand she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her snatch, pressing my head up against her prick. With a bass intimation, she fell back down, and my stopcock went inside her. Inside her was even cold than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same minginess, 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 Pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock pressed up against something business firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glance of Joanna 's optic for the first-class honours degree time ; they were no foresighted their normal emerald green ; they were leaden grey with a point of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more petition for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in arrangement. 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 on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrusting, my head 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 enough if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt wondrous. Her vaginal walls, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my bollock. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bound on my pole. This felt even honorable, as every down bounciness pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the rampart, and then come apart through a super-tight opening before emerging into her womb. I could palpate my brawniness start to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must cause known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my blazonry, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her sass against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the Same meter, so full of life. I kissed back, our spit 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 rear end. wait, I did n't give nails ...

I felt roue drip onto my hand, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor keen, and they were covered in rake. However, I shrugged it off. On any other night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my aspect against Joanna 's breast and began biting them. Rather toilsome, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't appear to listen at all. In fact, it seemed to dish out the design of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my principal, there were flaming bite scrape where my teeth 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 indisputable where my head went to next, but something deep within my intellect snapped, and took over my organic structure. It was like animal instinct, and I began to go more aggressive, tearing. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each drive, monstrous and cold-blooded speech sound escaped my pharynx. I bit at her white meat, carved bloody slice in her berm with my nails, and bit again at her clavicle. Rather copious amounts of pedigree began to fall onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in carnal bliss, I began to spread up more than wounds on her body with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the canvass, the bulwark, my clothes on the storey, and even Joanna 's body, which became sticky as the descent dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a commixture of pain and delight. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My paw squeezed, and she her screaming became petite pant for air. Her eyes soon rolled into the back of her question, her dead 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 storm 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 concluding almighty thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so voiceless before ; each throb of my turncock seemed to send more of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her trunk was glistening with stock now, and I could n't assure if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slash on our sleeve, backs, and trunk, there was a good chance that it was an touch total 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 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 giant of a terminal, over a fundament long and glistening with a assortment of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to drip cum like a leaky faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm cell into her hide. `` 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 formula gag 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 handle. I just lay on my rachis, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers good of my thick, embarrassing cum from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer textile dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those chopper white fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with gobs of dried 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 Lord wisecrack, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped spread the side by side morning, and the commencement affair I saw was my alarm system clock showing reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my dreaming from the dark before just a fragmented memory board. My optic hurt when I opened them, and my unhurt torso ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the Night before, as I recognized the signs of a holdover, and a secure 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 textbook 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 picture Moose had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the dart plot. We looked variety of cute in the picture, I 'll admit.

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

vampire fangs.

I closed the photo and read the company message with a feeling of unease :

'' be intimate this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll bear to do that again soon, lover boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my pipe dream. I remembered Joanna 's late 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 bathroom and stood in presence of the mirror. I placed a finger on my cervix and, lo and behold, there were two dark red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked closer at my whole body, I noticed the cicatrix. Every wounding that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind swoon mark. I turned to my shower, and saw the arse was covered in a watered-down moving picture of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. certainly enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire Fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that full stop, I said the just thing that made sense to say.

'' well, piece of ass. ''