It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the sound. The waiting line for tier 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clean-cut at 10:15. I was stuck on a outcry, however. I do over-the-phone proficient backup. I used to do existent repairs on phones and lozenge. Now I just work on the computer software. The client I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her figurer that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of employment, calls will go over your study 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 architectural plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the outstation, a bar dedicated to our man and fair sex. Minnie 's full cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to see her, her hubby, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the same place, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a night owl, like me ; she loved night. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not unfeigned, since our training division 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 Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a ace glass than to the highest degree masses could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and wind up 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The good kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hairsbreadth pins, while the backrest of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark hair with bar of blonde. If you 've ever seen Lulu from final examination fantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had rush that covered about half of her face. She wore methamphetamine hydrochloride, so in our preparation grade she was always blowing fibril of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dark vesture and colored lip rouge of some eccentric, usually a color she called `` death wild blue yonder. '' I thought it was form of adorable. And she was n't too often erstwhile 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 design, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my phone back on ; for security measures ground, phones were supposed to be switched off on the call floor. The moment it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a legal brief contention 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 drive in the face-to-face direction of home. When I got to the outstation, the gatekeeper 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 live on time I was here, I 'd told a couple rowdy college students to thrust off. They had been making bother all nighttime, and had actually followed moose, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at in the beginning. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run hinderance. I was respectable at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm right at interference for my Lady friends. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

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

At the first bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of syndicate with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the frontier settlement, and continued their game there. This time, I made a point of holding her script out in the unfastened where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few brow kiss. They caught the hint at first gear, but every beer they took in made them louder and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our crapulence when one of the bozo cut between us and tried to drop away his hand into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her jeans in the operation, he was so rough.

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

'' What 's your problem, son of a bitch ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky intimation. I do n't recollect what he said, but I remember the feeling on his nerve when Alces alces tapped him on the berm and said, `` I think it 's time for your net shout. '' His facial expression went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to face Moose, and craned his neck opening to see up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the book, '' the doorman said. I signed my public figure in the Good Book like I always did, and went back to elk 's spot in the secret plan way, which consisted of a I billiards table and an electronic dart gameboard. Moose was seated at the head of the long table, her accustomed hurler of tap beer sitting in forepart of her, with what was perhaps the single largest wild straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five fourth dimension all-encompassing than a normal husk, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a knot. moose had told us stories about this rather fabled pale yellow before, about how it held a special property above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the Outpost. But this was the first time I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to stimulate a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no yearner frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the bottleful was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the nursing bottle in my hands and positioned my finger on the cap. Years ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this magic trick to uncap a beer nursing bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it await super easy ; I only managed to slice my thumb spread out the offset fourth dimension I tried. I was 15. Now, ten years later, I was a pro at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to Hell '' facial expression I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the future one, preferably a cold-blooded one.

At starting time, there was really no indication that this Nox was going to be different from any other dark. We told computer memory about our client, particularly the stupid unity or the ones who were pissed off for no reason early than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the briny lounge. I sang a few Song. Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never let in it, could do a pretty dear imitation of Firenze + The car. But it was elk who always brought down the star sign with The Eagles 's Hotel Calif.. Every week, she would sing that song and every week, she would cop it.

Looking back, however, a few things stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For starters, she was normally a very timid somebody, even when she was drunk. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as ripe as she was at vocalizing, she was always very slopped, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very reanimate and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would back away to the game room where we would take turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of Darts '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her youth, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could throw fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get close, and I always got the flit grouped together. I could have ten darts flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other deal, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the plug-in or, on at to the lowest degree one occasion, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the rampart. We always had a unspoilt jape 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 mesa only to incur Minnie standing in front of us, someone 's headphone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar earphone ) in her hand as if to take a word-painting. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When survive call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that a lot, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid, however. I could never celebrate up with European elk in a drinking competition, but I could obligate my own for a few bottleful and still be coolheaded to drive.

I took tending of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanlike thing to do, especially since she was undivided and I thought she was cute. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few time, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always catch her in the act, or I 'd give it back the succeeding day. She had started doing so again the calendar week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that XX up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a menace, 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 gondola. 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 grinning on her grimace. `` Waffle home sounds fantastic. '' About that fourth dimension, I felt her manus on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zip fastener ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my earpiece in that particular scoop, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

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

At first, 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 barricade that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit dun. `` Remember what I said survive week ? ``

'' That you were gon na overindulge it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grin. I could n't avail but grin, too ; I 'd blank out that I had used that specific diction to carry my displeasure in her natural process. 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 rive down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose a bit Sir Thomas More of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her breasts. I had to be merely message with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her mammilla and stuck the twenty in front of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not birth done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of track, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a tone 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 bill was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to stake out first so she could watch over me to Waffle planetary house, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the highway. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to experience the core of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's terrific for vexation ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the rich total of Tylenol I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised agreement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly proficient 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 populace, I can only bid Tylenol. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll fill it when I get nursing home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost wistful for a moment. `` 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 matter to citation. We were really going down this cony hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself spirt before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not induce been a conversation for a world eating place. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only early multitude introduce were in the kitchen cooking our 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 tips ? '' she clarified upon seeing my broken expression. I actually knew what she was talking about, as I had seen a few of them before and knew what they looked like ; I just did n't know that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the prank every clip. ``

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

'' It depends on the mode I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before piece of 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 serious kind of cunt odour. ``

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

'' Oh, there 's a few things, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a belittled shoe fetish. Not a animal foot fetich, but place. Like heels, flat tire, ticker, things like that. ``

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

I thought about it for a second ; 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 funfair to admit what I masturbated to.

'' Well, I have a affair for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked occupy 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 sis ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' Well, after I watched that moving-picture show for the beginning metre, I developed a compaction on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a unbowed sucker for red-header. ``

'' Do n't vary the matter, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a infatuation 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 Wyrd, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to break out into laugh again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle mansion, I followed her up the main road to the interchange where she went one way to get home, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got domicile. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten home safely, and received one back from her a few minute of arc later informing me of the same. I then stripped off most of my clothes, 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 eff what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the display, which normally showed the time in shiny red coloring, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was wrongly. There was a sound, so insidious and quiet that it would have been obscure had I been fully awake. But lying there in the darkness, in complete secretiveness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of phone. It was the sound of breathing.

Someone was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to chance out who it was, but my body would n't displace. My pegleg would n't prompt, and neither would my sleeve. Only my header was resign. 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 than minutes, or maybe it was indorsement, I 'm not sure as shooting. nada moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thousand pounding weightiness. 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 force myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My mind refused to process what my eye were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her cutis was deathly picket. Her clothes from earlier were gone, replaced by a very gossamer spell of dark-colored material that waved and fluttered, almost like hummer. I could see every curve of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin fabric clung to her frontside like a wet T-shirt, showing off her vertical nipples as well as her kitty-cat, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The exclusively other garments she wore were a pair of blackened 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 sassing to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the definitive `` shush '' polarity before she then straddled my stomach. I was right about her being newly shaven ; her twat was silky smooth against my stomach, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her pelt was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black nails across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the study. '' Her voice was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly stiff as a board in the only place I was n't already. Then a good story matter happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a duet of very shrill ... something, I was n't 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 chin to my neck, 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 external reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a dyad of elongated, ivory white dentition, like fangs.

vampire fangs.

What the screwing was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin fabric dress 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 genital organ into my face. In the low spark, I could barely piss out the scheme of her twat chap. What happened next must have been a trick of the light, if this whole scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her leg wide, the internal rim of her puss opened up and I saw that they were in an odd conformation ; 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 whoremaster of the luminousness. 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 insensate second joint pressed tightly against my cheeks and synagogue. If this was a aspiration, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my spit and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her headway back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hand pinned my wrists down, her pass with flying colors digging into my pelt. My clapper soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every clip I slowed down. `` Keep going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her button and lips. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her peg were pressed right up against my ears, yet I could n't learn anything that would vocalize like line of descent rushing through her vein. It was like her warmheartedness was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, fuck yes, '' she moaned, derailing my string of mentation. She relaxed her handgrip on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her pussy was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juice all over my cheeks. `` Now breastfeed my button. Hard. '' My backtalk closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` collation it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't certain what was stranger at this spot : the fiat she was barking at me, or the fact that my tool was straining inside my boxershorts because I was so turned on by the orders she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a dampen squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to move her hip back and forth very quickly, her button still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my rima oris. She was gasping for air in big breathing space now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my mouth along with her own wetness.

'' goodness boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my side. I still was unable to go, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my breast ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt side by side to my body and looked down towards my shorts, where my hard-on had popped a tent. She eyed it with the like 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 tummy before digging under my waistline. Her sweep through continued to scratch down my lower trunk until they found my erect cock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the shank of my shorts down and my stopcock sprung free. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her sass swallowed my whole cock. I could finger 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 dentition scratched the underside of my cock, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to draw yet more blood.

I managed to purloin my head up enough to see Joanna 's spittle drip mould from her sassing as she gave a trashy `` slurp '' while pulling my rod from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my irradiation. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to coax every drib from it. She then took her manus 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 head in agreement. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a W. C. Handy with one hand, while her resign hand held up a single finger. She placed that digit between her titty and dragged down. The audio of framework ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her acutely fingernail.

She began jerking me firm until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her trunk 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 brain up against her slit. With a trench breath, she fell back down, and my putz went inside her. Inside her was even stale than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tightness, the same contract-relax natural process 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 prick pressed up against something firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glimpse of Joanna 's center for the first fourth dimension ; they were no longer their pattern emerald honey oil ; they were dull grey with a spot 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 fang flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my question even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to rag me, grinding back and forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each driving force, my head broke back through that bulwark, and I started to get the notion that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her uterus. I was n't even for sure if that was possible. Then again, nix about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal walls, still ice low temperature, were milking me of ounce of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to spring on my magnetic pole. This felt even better, as every down bound pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the wall, and then break through a super-tight opening before emerging into her uterus. I could experience my musculus start to jerk and spasm, and I knew I was on the wand of cumming.

She must accept known, because she dug her digit into my berm, scratching her nails down the position of my weapon system, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her backtalk against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the Lapplander time, so full of sprightliness. I kissed back, our tongues twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first time, that I could strike. My arm wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. wait, I did n't take in nails ...

I felt blood drip onto my helping hand, 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 sharp, and they were covered in blood. However, I shrugged it off. On any other night, it would look strange.

I pressed my look against Joanna 's knocker and began biting them. Rather hard, I might add. Too punishing, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem 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 bloody bite St. Mark where my teeth had pierced her physical body. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these wounding looked like they had been made by some vicious animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure as shooting where my head went to next, but something deep within my nous snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal inherent aptitude, and I began to become more strong-growing, red. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a lunatic. And with each thrusting, monstrous and inhuman audio escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved bloody gashes in her shoulder with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious amounts of blood began to flux onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in fleshly bliss, I began to open up more wounds on her body with every bite, every scar of my fingernails, and she did the Lapp. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the walls, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's dead body, which became sticky as the ancestry dried.

'' Oh, lie with ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain sensation and pleasure. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her screams became bantam gasp for air. Her eyes soon rolled into the back of her head, her eubstance tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her puss tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprised that her 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 bound. I gave one final almighty poke, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so grueling before ; each throb of my rooster seemed to send to a greater extent of my source into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her body was glistening with lineage now, and I could n't tell if well-nigh of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with oceanic abyss gashes on our limb, spine, and torsos, there was a good chance that it was an equal amount of both.

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

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to dribble cum like a tattling spigot. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girlfriend like that again, she 's nonimmune to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the convention jest 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 care ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two digit full of my midst, awkward cum from her pussy and stuck them in her rima oris. `` 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 white fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with lots of dried blood.

'' We 'll have 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 fingerbreadth and an almighty crack, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped open the adjacent morning, and the world-class affair I saw was my consternation clock show reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my dream from the Nox before just a fragmented memory. My oculus hurt when I opened them, and my solid body ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the nighttime before, as I recognized the signs of a katzenjammer, and a dependable shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my exhibitor stall.

As I washed my consistency off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a scene substance from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the picture Alces alces had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the flutter game. We looked sort of cute in the motion picture, I 'll admit.

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

vampire fangs.

I closed the photo and read the accompanying message with a feeling of malaise :

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

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's late night sojourn, and the kiss she planted on my back talk, and the ivory ashen Fang that were clearly seeable even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red roach 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 scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind deliquium scars. I turned to my exhibitor, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down movie of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. Sure enough, I now possessed a yoke of vampire fangs, right where Joanna 's were. At that spot, I said the only thing that made sensory faculty to say.

'' Well, fucking. ''