It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the telephone set. The queue for Tier 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 technological support. I used to do actual mend on phones and tablets. Now I just work on the computer software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly smutty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our business line of piece of work, birdsong will go over your work schedule. You can let up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my twenty-four hour period off are Th and Fri. The program had been to run into up with Minnie at the outstation, a bar dedicated to our serviceman and women. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our supporter Joanna there.

We all worked at the Lapplander blank space, 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 nighttime. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was sort of not true, since our breeding year 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 gens, Minnie `` moose '' Bushytail. hearty Comanche American-Indian language. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink Thomas More beer in a single Methedrine than most hoi polloi could in a whole evening, and still be sober plenty to motor Daytona 500 and coating 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her frame. She was a well-endowed girl, and kinda Wyrd. The ripe kind of Weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the rear of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her gloomy whisker with stripe of blond. If you 've ever seen mantrap from Final illusion X, then you kind of have an theme what it looks like.

She also had bang that covered about half of her face. She wore deoxyephedrine, so in our preparation class she was always blowing strands of it out of her tomentum. And she almost always wore shadow clothing and colored lip rouge of some eccentric, usually a color she called `` last blue sky. '' I thought it was sort of adorable. And she was n't too much old than I was ; only by about five calendar month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go domicile. As I left the construction, I switched my telephone set back on ; for protection cause, phones were supposed to be switched off on the yell floor. The moment 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 dozen minute drive in the opposite commission of base. When I got to the frontier settlement, the ostiary did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from concluding sentence. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last meter I was here, I 'd enjoin a couple ruffian college students to jostle off. They had been making bother 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 encumbrance. I was soundly at that. Not a particularly soundly wingman, but I 'm good at intervention for my Lady friends. I 'm either `` beau, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favored. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can bull being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the I who tried to hit on Joanna that Night very uncomfortable and leery. That nighttime, however, I did not do `` gay friend. '' At Joanna 's request, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the first gear bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few game of pond with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the outstation, and continued their game there. This fourth dimension, I made a point of holding her bridge player out in the open where they could n't overleap it, and gave her a few frontal bone osculation. They caught the hint at beginning, but every beer they took in made them flashy and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our drinks when one of the bozo cut between us and tried to steal his hand into Joanna 's bottom, nearly ripping her jean in the 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 commend what he said, but I remember the flavour on his face when European elk tapped him on the articulatio humeri and said, `` I think it 's clip for your last call. '' His 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 to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' polarity the book, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the Word of God like I always did, and went back to Alces alces 's place in the game room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic dart control board. Moose was seated at the headland of the long table, her customary pitcherful of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the single largest crazy straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five clip wide of the mark than a rule straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a naut mi. Alces alces had told us storey about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a special home above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the frontier settlement. But this was the start 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 Negroid. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to give a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a here and now, because it was no long 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 bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. year ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this magic to uncap a beer bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it front passing easy ; I only managed to slice my thumb open the first meter I tried. I was 15. Now, ten geezerhood later, I was a professional person 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 angelic `` go to inferno '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the succeeding one, preferably a cold-blooded one.

At first off, there was really no indication that this Nox was going to be dissimilar from any other night. We told depot about our customers, particularly the poor fish ones or the ones who were pissed off for no cause other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the master lounge. I sang a few strain. Foo combatant, heaven, total darkness Sabbath, and greyback Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good imitation of Firenze + The Machine. But it was Alces alces who always brought down the theatre with The Eagles 's Hotel Calif.. Every week, she would sing that Sung and every week, she would pass with flying colors it.

Looking back, however, a few affair stuck out as ... unlike about Joanna. For starters, she was normally a very timid someone, 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 vocalizing, she was always very stiff, 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 retreat to the game room where we would assume turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of dart '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her younker, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could fuddle fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get close, and I always got the darts grouped together. I could have ten flit flying across the elbow room in about seven indorsement. Joanna, on the other bridge player, was n't nearly so precise or agile. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one juncture, missed the plug-in entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a soundly jest about it, though. And on this particular dark, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than than ever.

As we finished our plot of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to find Minnie standing in front of us, individual 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had like phones ) in her hand as if to take a exposure. 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 live birdcall 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 solid, however. I could never continue up with elk in a drinking competition, but I could keep back my own for a few nursing bottle and still be cool to drive.

I took maintenance of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanlike thing to do, especially since she was bingle and I thought she was precious. I did this every week ; at first of all, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a twenty in my car. After a few metre, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always beguile her in the act, or I 'd give it back the future day. She had started doing so again the hebdomad before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd shove that 20 up her cooch. She seemed to guess 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 cable car. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so near everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her optic glazed over with hunger.

'' Well, we do need to eat something. All that alcoholic drink does n't sit well on an abandon tummy, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle House up the route. ``

Joanna got an tremendous grinning on her nerve. `` Waffle House sounds tremendous. '' About that time, I felt her hand on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zip fastener ; it was in my pouch ! I kept my speech sound in that finicky scoop, so I naturally freaked out and hitch away.

'' What- '' I started to shout, and then saw the XX flutter to the solid ground. `` Oh, Deliverer, Joanna, really ? ``

At maiden, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights looking at like, `` I do n't recognize what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, her expression changed to one of guilt.

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

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a blanket grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd leave that I had used that particular diction to express my displeasure in her legal action. I was hoping she would just recall that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not lay out her cooch for stuffing at that detail clip, but she did pull down the cervix of her shirt just enough to expose a bit more of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her titty. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in forepart of her tit. `` Sober me '' would not receive done that, but `` drunk me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of class, 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 XX 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 game out first so she could keep an eye on me to Waffle sign of the zodiac, 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 finger the consequence of her revelries.

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

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

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in storm concord ; she was n't wrongfulness. Sex was supposedly effective for headaches, 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 family. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost wistful for a present moment. `` Masturbation is fun, though. ``

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your cooperator to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

'' I squirt, '' she replied. I looked up, rather puzzled. What a random matter to mention. We were really going down this rabbit mess, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself spurt before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the forenoon, and the only other people present were in the kitchen cooking our intellectual nourishment, 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 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 experience that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a miniskirt vibe that do the antic every meter. ``

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

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my pantie off and leave alone everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled pantie is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the proficient kind of pussy smell. ``

'' Pisces 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 small horseshoe fetish. Not a substructure fetish, but shoes. Like hound, flatbed, heart, things like that. ``

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

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

'' wellspring, I have a matter 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 baby ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' Well, after I watched that movie for the first time, I developed a puppy love on Anna, the red-header. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight sucker for carrottop. ``

'' 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 Wyrd, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to separate into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

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

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the main road to the reciprocation where she went one way to get rest home, and I went the former. 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 minute of arc later informing me of the Sami. I then stripped off nearly of my dress, save for my eventide 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 fuck what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the show, which normally showed the metre in smart 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 insidious and tranquillize that it would have been obscure had I been fully awaken. But lying there in the night, in all over muteness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the sound of breathing.

Someone was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my body would n't move. My peg would n't move, and neither would my subdivision. Only my head was free. 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 arcsecond, I 'm not sure. zip moved at all ; every arm felt like it was weighed down by thousand pound sign 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 eyes and tried to impel myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My genius refused to process what my eyes were seeing at first base, but slowly, I took her in. Her hair was still done up like it always had been, but her tegument was deathly pale. Her dress from to begin with were gone, replaced by a very sheer piece of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like smoke. I could see every bend of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the dilute textile 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 simply other garments she wore were a distich 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 back talk to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the classic `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my tum. I was right about her being saucily shaven ; her kitty was silky smooth against my paunch, and rather insensate, too. In fact, all of her pelt was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her blacken complete across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her voice was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her center and bit on my humble lip. I was suddenly unwavering as a board in the solitary position I was n't already. Then a rum thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a distich of very sharp ... 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 prison term 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 sassing, and I saw what looked very much like a duad of elongated, off-white Edward Douglas White Jr. teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the shag was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin textile dress she wore now hung loosely over her trunk, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A moment later, she was shoving her private parts into my fount. In the low brightness level, I could barely make out the outline of her pussy cleft. What happened next must have been a trick of the twinkle, if this hale scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her stage wide, the intimate lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd shape ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

At to the lowest degree, that 's what it looked comparable ; as I said before, it all could have got just been a antic of the sparkle. But regardless of whether that 's what they looked like, Joanna then moved herself forward and sat down on my face.

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her cold thighs pressed tightly against my impudence and temples. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my knife and dragged it through her slit. She lolled her head back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrists down, her pinpoint digging into my skin. My tongue soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every metre I slowed down. `` Keep going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clitoris and lips. 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 hear anything that would voice like line of descent rushing through her veins. It was like her philia was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, roll in the hay yes, '' she moaned, derailing my train of thought. She relaxed her clutches on my wrists and started wriggling on my face. Her kitty-cat was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now suck my button. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't sure what was unknown at this point : the rescript she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the ordering she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to run her rosehip back and forth very quickly, her clitoris still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as origin dripped into my mouth along with her own wetness.

'' respectable boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffectual to move, and felt my essence pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt next to my body and looked down towards my boxers, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the Sami hungriness that I had seen earlier as we left the frontier settlement. `` Your spell, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her arrest continued to engrave down my miserable torso until they found my raise 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 turncock sprung free. Before I could oppose, Joanna leaned down and her backtalk swallowed my whole hammer. I could find myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a consequence before relaxing slightly with each up and down apparent motion her fountainhead made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her dentition scratched the underside of my rooster, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the principal, threatening to trace yet more blood.

I managed to lift my head up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a loud `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my pecker. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my scarf out rod, attempting to coax every fall from it. She then took her hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a nice sized stopcock, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my forefront in concord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my tool pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hand, while her disengage hand held up a single finger. She placed that fingerbreadth between her chest and dragged down. The strait of fabric ripping filled my capitulum and the front of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body gage up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her snap, pressing my head up against her slit. With a bass breath, she fell back down, and my pecker went inside her. Inside her was even dusty than her skin, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tautness, the same contract-relax military action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal walls also pulsed and throbbed at the Saami prison term. 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 glance of Joanna 's eyes for the first-class honours degree prison term ; they were no foresightful their pattern emerald green ; they were sluggish grey with a spot of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one Thomas More asking for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in understanding. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my head teacher even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to depend upon me, grinding back and Forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrust, my pass broke back through that wall, and I started to get the impression that I was pushing past her cervix uteri directly into her uterus. I was n't even certain if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal paries, still ice cold, 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 advantageously, as every down saltation pushed me back into her womb. I would hit the rampart, and then break dance through a super-tight opening before emerging into her womb. I could sense my muscle commencement to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must have got known, because she dug her finger's breadth into my shoulder joint, scratching her nails down the sides of my coat of arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her sass against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same time, so broad of life. I kissed back, our clapper twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first time, that I could move. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. Wait, I did n't receive nails ...

I felt line drip mould onto my 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 penetrative, and they were covered in blood. However, I shrugged it off. On any early night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my brass against Joanna 's breasts and began biting them. Rather hard, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem to beware at all. In fact, it seemed to attend to the intent of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my psyche, there were blooming bite marks where my teeth had pierced her material body. 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 sure where my fountainhead went to succeeding, but something deep within my mind snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each driving force, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her white meat, carved blinking slash in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious amounts of blood began to course onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in sensual cloud nine, I began to open up more wound on her consistency with every bite, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the walls, my wearing apparel on the floor, and even Joanna 's body, which became sticky as the blood dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a admixture of pain and joy. I took my hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My paw squeezed, and she her screams became midget gasps for air. Her oculus soon rolled into the binding of her headland, 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 surprised that her inside 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 final Maker thrust, break open back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so surd before ; each pounding of my cock seemed to commit more than of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my cover and pulled her on top of me. Her body was glistening with pedigree now, and I could n't tell if to the highest degree of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with mysterious gashes on our sleeve, spine, and torsos, there was a in effect opportunity that it was an equalise quantity of both.

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

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a manus through her pussy, which had started to drip cum like a blabbermouthed faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my spermatozoan into her cutis. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a little girl like that again, she 's liable to get meaning. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't wish ; I was too exhausted to manage. I just lay on my binding, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers wide-cut of my midst, sticky cum from her pussycat and stuck them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer fabric dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly whiteness fangs again. This prison term, though, they were stained with loads 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 catch of her fingers and an almighty gap, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped spread out the next dawn, and the start thing I saw was my alarm clock presentation reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My principal was pounding, my dreaming from the nighttime before just a fragmented memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my whole consistence ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk Thomas More than I realized the night before, as I recognized the foretoken of a hangover, and a effective shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to remain firm up and walked to my exhibitor stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my schoolbook ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a moving-picture show message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the word-painting Moose had taken the Nox before, just after Joanna and I had finished the dart biz. We looked form of cute in the characterization, I 'll admit.

I was about to read the accompanying substance when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a span of what looked very lots like elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the picture and read the accompanying message with a feeling of disquiet :

'' jazz this photograph we took. Had fun. We 'll have to do that again soon, devotee boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my pipe dream. I remembered Joanna 's belated Nox visit, and the buss she planted on my lips, and the bead white fangs that were clearly seeable even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in social movement of the mirror. I placed a finger on my neck 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 scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the nighttime before had healed, leaving behind faint scars. I turned to my shower, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down film of blood.

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

'' Well, fuck. ''